/Wow, some chapters are a bitch to write xD Here I was waiting to get to the smut, but I had to have some plot in there haha! I decided to do the wing!kink for next chapter, so that we get it from Castiel's POV, but please enjoy this taster ;)/

DEAN

Dean pulls off the Lawrence Turnpike into the Interstate 70. Castiel is taking in the sights like everything is new to him, and Dean can't help but steal glances over at his angel as he drives. Castiel's black hair is whipped about by the wind rushing through the open windows of the Impala and his eyes are wide and so very blue. Dean can remember sitting like that next to Dad as he drove. When he was a kid, he'd put his knees up on the leather seats and stick his head out the side window. Mom always used to get worried and make him pull his head back in, but his Dad didn't mind. Dean sighs. So many things have changed since then. It's been more than a year now, and Dean's fine. He still thinks about Dad, sometimes imagining what he'd say or what he'd do if he was still there, but he doesn't pine for his father any longer.

He just hopes Dad would be proud of him.

Dean considers the idea of him and Castiel. In a motel. Together. Alone. Dean is pretty sure he really wants to get in Castiel's pants. As awful as it sounds, he loves Castiel, and the natural progression of that should be sex…or at least it should be if Castiel wasn't an angel. Which makes Dean wonder…

"Hey Cas?"

"Yes, Dean." Castiel's eyes shift to him, but Dean only gives those blue orbs a glance before focusing on the road before them. The interstate's deserted now, with only one beat up truck ahead of them.

"Uh…isn't um, homosexuality, considered like a sin…in church?" Dean asks.

Castiel frowns. "God loves all his creations Dean. I can assure you sexual orientation has nothing to do with it."

"So it's not a sin?"

"The body is simply a container, Dean. What matters is the soul. What human beings call sex is more than that, it is a temporary joining of two souls, particularly if they are in love." Castiel explains, the way a teacher would explain it. "It matters not what the soul is contained in, man or woman. Love surpasses gender." Castiel looks at Dean meaningfully.

If it was anyone else, Dean would be blushing and frantically changing the subject. But with Castiel it's somehow normal. This is after all his angel, who has seen him through all of his formative years. He can't possibly be ashamed in front of him.

"I miss Dad." Dean murmurs. "I nearly forgot what it was like to ride in this car with him."

Castiel turns sympathetic eyes on Dean. Dean just keeps talking, memories flooding in, swirling around in his mind. He wants to kind of blurt them out, put them into Castiel's memory for safekeeping, in case he forgets again.

"Dad took us, Sam and I, to get ice cream every weekend when we were little. Sam'd order a small vanilla cone every damn time, and Dad always used to try to get him to try something new. Sam was, what, four? So he's just shake his head and say no, Daddy, no! So Dad'd just give up." Dean chuckles. "Sam didn't start trying new things until he was six, and it was mostly because he treated me like I was his hero."

"You never stopped being his hero, Dean." Castiel says, matter-of-factly.

"What?"

"He talks about you a lot. Especially to Jess."

"That girl he's seeing?" Dean smiled.

"Yes." Castiel clarified. "He seems very fond of her."

"I'll bet." Dean smiles, then sighs. "I wish we could be like that man."

Castiel cocked his head at Dean, and Dean only looks at him for a moment before clearing his throat and focusing on the dotted white lines stretching ahead of him on the tar.

"I mean, I wish I could take you home to my parents. I know Mom would like you. And you and Sam would just nerd out with each other." Dean allows a soft laugh to escape him. "Yeah, Sam would like you a lot."

"I wish I could let you have that, Dean." Castiel says, his voice slightly hoarse with an undercurrent of what Dean identifies as pain. "I would do anything if I could-" Castiel stops abruptly, but Dean takes no notice.

"Nah man. I like the way we are now." Dean smiles. "I don't want to give this up, no matter how hard it is."

"If it gets too hard, you can let go any time Dean." Castiel assures him.

"You mean like an escape pod?" Dean is confused.

"Yes."

"I think that ship sailed a long time ago, Cas." Dean mumbles. "I'm not interested in an escape hatch or whatever."

They stop at Maple Leaf Lake to have their lunch. It's fall, and the ground is blanketed in leaves of orange, red and gold. It's lovely, but Dean has quite a way to go before they get to Missouri and he doesn't want to be stuck out driving after sunset.

They finally stop in a small motel in Blytheville, Missouri just as the sun sets, and Dean is frankly, pretty tired. He doesn't know why, but travelling always seems to make him tired and sticky. Also, he's pretty sure he has a cramp in his ass. Castiel, damn him, looks perfect and gorgeous as always. Dean dumps his luggage in the room, and sets the keys down on the bedside table. It's a pretty standard motel room with a queen sized bed, whitewashed walls, and a tiny television. Dean almost thinks it might still be in black and white.

Dean riffles through his suitcase and pulls out an old Metallica t-shirt he grew out of, and a pair of navy cotton Dockers. "Here, Cas, something to sleep in." Castiel picks at the clothes distrustfully as Dean grabs a cotton tee and boxers for himself and runs the shower. The hot water pelts Dean's chest and he sighs, soaping up quickly, intending to get back out to Castiel as soon as possible.

He'd considered the possibility of sex before, but hadn't really thought it feasible in his parents' house. But here they both are in a motel room, alone. Dean wonders if Castiel even knows anything about sex. Did angels even have sex? How did they reproduce then? Oh that's right, Castiel told him about that. God created them. Dean inhales the humid steam, coughing slightly as he let the water wash the grime and sweat of a usual day off his skin. He's glad to have the irritating sandpaper feel of the salt on his skin, completely eradicated. He's about to turn off the water, when he hears the door open. Dean immediately freezes, wondering if it's robbers or anything like that. He's close to grabbing the shower head and hitting the person who looms in shadow behind the shower curtain but stops himself as blue eyes gaze at him through the slit in the curtains.

Dean's heart stops and for a moment he just stares back into Castiel's eyes. Carefully, the angel steps into the shower, and it's small enough that Castiel's lean, naked body is pressed against Dean's very enticingly. Dean almost has a heart attack when Castiel pushes him roughly against the slippery walls and presses a wet, hot mouth to his. Dean's brain just stops functioning and he reacts, opening his own mouth, licking softly into Castiel's mouth, tasting it. Dean never gets tired of the way Castiel tastes: so fresh and minty, with a subtle hint of something unrecognizable, but something so very pure and Castiel. Dean groans into Castiel's mouth, letting the other press and grind against him as waves of pleasure build and crash in a heady rhythm.

"Jesus Cas." Dean pulls away panting. "Where did you even learn that?"

Castiel's wings spread out gently, then fold against his back, in that adorable way he has when he's nervous. "I looked at your laptop."

"What?" Dean yelps.

Castiel shrugs. "You left your laptop open on your bed once, and it was opened to some site with many naked women. There was a video playing, if I remember correctly, it was called The Pizzaman."

Dean bites his lip. That should not be so hot. Castiel's brows furrow at the indecision on Dean's face. "If you do not like this, I can stop. I merely assumed it is what you want..."

"Cas…it's just different." Dean takes Castiel's face in his hands and kisses his lips chastely. "I like it." Bucking his hips forward, he rubs their very erect cocks together. Castiel gasps.

Dean reaches down between them and grips a hand around Castiel's dick. It's interesting, but it's nice. The weight of him in Dean's hand feels familiar but new, and Dean squeezes lightly. Castiel bites into Dean's shoulder, drawing a groan from him. Dean starts to stroke, twisting his hand slightly at the base on each stroke. Castiel cries out, and digs his nails into Dean's back, muffling his mewls in Dean's wet skin. As Dean pumps his hand harder and faster, Castiel pulls back to stare into Dean's eyes with utter shock and awe. "Dean." Castiel murmurs his name like a revelation, and then he's coming all over Dean's fist. Dean continues stroking slowly, guiding him through his orgasm, until Castiel is spent. Castiel melts into Dean and sighs.

"How'd it feel baby?" Dean asks, gently.

"Wonderful, Dean." The normally deep voice has gone an octave lower and it sends a tingle straight to Dean's dick, which stands painfully to attention.

Castiel looks down at it, pressing against his stomach and chuckles. Stepping out of the shower, he leads Dean to the bed, and pushes him down. "Cas…" Dean breathes as Castiel drops to his knees and without hesitation, swallows him into his mouth.

"Fuck!" Dean swears as he curls his fingers into Castiel's bobbing head, loving the way his tongue swirls over his cock-head. Castiel appears to have no gag reflex, not stopping the marvelous suction he is applying to Dean's cock even when Dean thrusts into his throat.

"Cas, god, you feel…urgh…so…good…baby." Dean mumbles, not really knowing what he's saying, but not really giving a damn.

Castiel moans around Dean's dick and oh, goddamn that feels good. Dean knows he isn't going to last much longer and he tells Castiel so as his fingers grab desperately at the sheets and his toes curl. His entire spine curves and his thighs tighten as he comes undone in his angel's mouth. Castiel swallows his spunk without a word. Dean pulls him up onto the bed with him and they lie back, sharing languid, messy kisses. Dean has never felt anything so amazing, and he doesn't hesitate telling Castiel that.

"Best. Sex. Ever." Dean says, each word punctuated with a kiss.

"Though I have nothing to peg it to, I must agree that that was very enjoyable. Castiel's wings are cocooning them both. Dean runs his fingers through the feathers eliciting a slight moan from Castiel.

Grinning, Dean winks. "Enjoyable? That was fucking amazing." Ducking his head, he runs an experimental tongue along the ridge of Castiel's wings. "Your wings are so beautiful Cas." Dean murmurs as Castiel jerks in his arms.

"Dean." Castiel's cock is starting to twitch, and Dean presses a kiss to his temple.

"Sensitive there aren't ya?" Dean's tone is teasing and suggestive, but he yawns.

Castiel kisses the corner of his mouth. "There is time for that. For now, you must sleep." So Dean does.