This one sort of wrote itself. When I upload, I usually just write a whole chapter out right before, and then edit the crap out of it. I try to make it as quality as possible though, so it's not just quantity. Still don't have a plan, just settings and circumstances. Please R&R! Hope you enjoy!


Dean awakens in the middle of the night from dreamless sleep, his face buried in the warmth of the couch he vaguely recalls relaxing on. He remains still as he collects his thoughts and listens to his surroundings, a habit right after waking up. The wind has picked up against the window.

Dean sits up and rubs his head. Plagued with yet another headache, he turns to the shivering panes of glass to check the level of snow outside.

Though there wasn't a blizzard, it's been consistent and has made a comeback overnight. Only, Dean's too distracted with recent events to wonder if he should start shoveling now or in the morning.

The headache demands morning.

Dean glances at the wall clock across the room, reading 2:32. He gets up and heads to the kitchen for water and aspirin in an attempt to dampen the throbbing in his head.

As he turns to return the inviting spot on the couch, he sees he isn't alone anymore. Cas is standing behind the couch and out the window. Dean sighs.

Can't catch a break...

"What is it, Cas?" He shuffles towards and drops back onto the couch.

"I was merely admiring the snow. I have seen it countless times centuries past in all numerous environs. Though it is ephemeral and fleeting, it never ceases to mystify me."

"You sure as hell didn't come down here to talk about sparkly snowflakes."

Dean hears Cas shift to stare at him with what he can picture to be almost annoyed frowny brows. He smirks at the image.

"I came to speak with you about what happened in the truck."

The smirk droops.

"What about it?" Dean asks carefully.

Castiel walks around the couch to the empty spot next to Dean when he notices that the angel isn't wearing his trench coat or suit jacket. He's just in his shirt and tie. As Cas sits, Dean curiously eyes the bizarre attire.

"I understand physical attraction...but I don't understand any more than that. I would like to understand more, Dean," Cas declares earnestly. "...And if I am to be honest, I have been trying to invoke a response from you for some time." Cas eyes Dean cautiously, already knowing the response he'd receive.

"Wait, you mean that's the reason you were ignoring me these past few months?" Dean barks as he turns to glare at the angel.

"I apologize. I did not mean to manipulate you, Dean. These feelings...they were troubling me for some time and I did not know if it would be right to ask you about them. I was confused. I still am..." Cas looks away. "If I were to ask you then, would you have answered?" A ruefully triumphant glint is apparent in Cas's eyes as he turns to wait for Dean's reply.

Dean looks down at the tattered rug on the floor. Cas knows him. And if Dean is honest with himself, which he usually isn't, he wouldn't expect himself to be able to answer back then, either.

"You're right. But there are better ways of going about these things," Dean retorts half-heartedly, though he admits to himself that what Cas did to get something out of him worked much too well. The damn angel was clever. Not to mention conniving and sexy as hell...

"I am sorry," Cas repeats.

Dean shakes his head. "Cas...it would've been difficult for me back then, too. I've never done...this with a guy, before." He motions between them with his hand. "Maybe I'm a little confused too."

"Then I'm glad I'm not alone pertaining to this." Castiel dons a small smile as he turns to catch Dean with those brilliant blue eyes. The dim light from outside makes them almost glow bright cobalt.

Dean is momentarily mesmerized and, as if by magnetism, leans over the short distance to investigate the hue. His hand hesitantly snakes its way around to cradle Castiel's neck. He's nervous at doing this in the house. He's nervous about this whole goddamn thing, especially when he knows he wants to, and that it can and most likely will lead to more.

He briefly weighs the pros to the cons of doing this with Cas, and comes up short with any sort of con when his lips connect with the angel's. Any anxiety Dean harbored vanishes as he relishes the contact with Cas. His lips have the same crisp taste as before, like tap water spiked with breath mints.

Cas's breathing becomes more strained as Dean begins to suck on the angel's tongue. He smirks as he elicits a gasp from Cas, gently biting down on the tongue. Dean loves every reaction from the smaller, inexperienced man as he creates new ways to surprise and pleasure Cas.

Dean's hand works through Cas's hair as his dexterous fingers work to toggle a button loose on Cas's dress shirt. His hand finds a way through the opening to fondle and tease Cas's nipples. The angel sighs as Dean overtakes his mouth with expertise. Dean continues to work on the sensitive skin underneath Cas's shirt, when Cas suddenly pulls away.

"What is it?" Dean asks when he sees a disgruntled look on the angel's face.

"I do not appreciate being toyed with, Dean."

"What?" Dean blurts, clearly confused.

As Castiel moves to stand, Dean can't help feeling betrayed and annoyed.

So this was it? This friggin' angel was just going to use him as his personal fuck toy? The thought infuriated Dean.

What a goddamn hypocrite!

"Oh, that's rich coming from the guy who-" Dean is cut off when he feels a thigh press against his side as Castiel straddles him, pinning him against the couch. Dean looks up at the small, mischievous grin on his angel's face. It would be antagonizing if it weren't so arousing. "Cas, what're you...?"

Hands on either side of Dean's head, Cas leans into the crook of the hunter's neck. In a hushed gravelly voice, "I researched the pizza man," he says simply, monotonously.

Dean grins maniacally into tufts of Castiel's dark hair, but is soon distracted by the angel's mouth on his neck, sucking, biting and mimicking what he had done to Cas earlier.

It was unbelievable. Castiel was like a sponge for sexual knowledge. But Dean knew that wasn't what made Cas so special. There was something else that was indisputable about the angel. Something completely devoted to the Winchesters. Just when doubt began to seize Dean, Cas always came through one way or another. It made Dean appreciate Cas more than just a partner fighting supernatural evil.

Dean is ripped from his reverence when the man atop him finds his mouth again, and Castiel's eyes find his. Cas's eyes bore into Dean as his tongue pries its way into Dean's appreciative mouth. Dean is utterly defenseless to the angel's onslaught. Cas must be adding some of his angel mojo to the mix.

"Cheater," Dean manages when Castiel allows him air.

"It is unclear to me how the concept can be applied to such an activity," Cas murmurs as his nose traces and teases its way down the hunter's neck. Dean can tell he's smiling.

Dean deftly bucks his hips upward into Castiel. He smirks as he feels another gasp against his neck, but is pleasantly surprised when Cas responds immediately by grinding into him.

"Fuck, Cas..." he moans, because shit, he can't remember the last woman he's been with who's done that, not to mention the amazing feeling of Cas being on top of him.

Dean's hands come up to clutch at the angel's hips as Cas's hand moves to Dean's jeans below. He stops and pulls away from the crook of Dean's neck to regard him with pleading eyes.

Dean basks in the look before nodding. The both of them are enjoying this a little too much, Dean reckons.

Cas wastes no time in unfastening the belt and zipper without so much as a glance that would break his lust-driven gaze with the hunter.

Fast learner.

Before Castiel's hand can maneuver into Dean's pants, a noise upstairs jolts them from their carnal frenzy. Footsteps quickly but quietly descend the staircase.

Dean's face heats up in panic. He silently laments as he gently guides Cas off of his lap. Judging from the size of the footsteps, Dean surmises that it'd be his gigantawr brother.

Sam's shaggy head of hair pokes into the living room.

"Oh. Hey, you're up," Sam observes as he heads to fridge. He stops mid-stride to stare at Cas, before turning back to eye Dean. "Your fly's undone."

Crap.

"Oh...uh, yeah. I just went to the bathroom. Didn't think Cas would be out here when I got out. Guess I forgot," Dean strains in the calmest tone he can. It's as half-ass as any lame lie Dean can come up with. Dean glances at a very ruffled looking, blue-eyed angel.

Sam nods slowly with a suspicious frown before turning back to head to the fridge.

He quickly turns to view a frustrated looking Cas. It reminds him of the time in the car. Only this time, they actually followed through. Well...sort of.

"We should get some sleep," he pants, adrenaline and hormones still discernible. Dean absentmindedly wonders if Cas needs to sleep at all. And as quickly as the thought pops into his head, it and Cas are gone. Probably back to the room Bobby made for him.

He heaves a sigh of disappointment and lets his head fall back on the couch as Sam walks back in with a can of ginger ail. "Crap..."

"Upset stomach," Sam gestures, lifting the can. "Where's Cas?" he asks with innocent eyes.

Dean groans, ignoring the question and flopping back into a more comfortable position. He childishly grabs a pillow and places it over his head. Despite the aspirin, his headache is back, and there's no Cas to distract him from it.

He hears a muffled, 'what?' before he ventures for sleep.


Kukuku...more trollin' Sam. It's not his fault he interrupts... Cas 'n Dean'll get their moment. They always do! XD Please, tell me what you think so far! :D