Sorry this is late just shhhhhh

They walked close to each other, discarding holding hands in favor of wrapping their arms around each other's waists, both a bit cold, though not regretting not getting jackets. They wandered around a bit, looking for somewhere to eat. Castiel suggested another diner, but Dean flat out refused at first, demanding that he took Castiel somewhere nicer. Castiel was having none of that, however, dragging Dean into the very next diner he saw, using all of his strength to pull him through the doors by his waist.

The interior was relatively dim due to the late hour, but two bright neon strips lined the top of the walls, and all of the navy blue tables and counters were lined with polished chrome, lighter blue, shimmery plastic bench seats and stools beside them. Castiel looked down at the checkered floor, and looked up at the waitress coming over to them, her dress swishing around her knees. "Fifties diner. Nice."

Dean looked over at him, still a bit peeved for not going somewhere nicer. "You like those?"

"Love them."

Dean shrugged and held Castiel closer, his hand lightly stroking his hip, his shirt riding up where his thumb kept brushing against it. The waitress took note of it, but shrugged it off, asking the two where they wanted to sit. The restaurant was relatively empty, the only other patrons being a few teenage girls in the middle of the counter in front of the kitchen. Te center girl had mascara streaks under her eyes, and all three of them were eating ice cream. A bad break-up, most likely. Dean decided on one of the corner booths, and Castiel didn't complain. The waitress sat them down, handing them their menus before asking if they'd like anything to drink. Both asked for beer at the same time, then smiled at each other, reaching across the table to hold hands. The waitress nodded and scurried off, heading into the back room.

Dean grabbed a menu, flipping through it briefly before closing it again. "Well, I know what I want."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "How are you not obese?"

"You keep me fit."

"How so?"

"Masturbating."

Castiel choked, squeezing Dean's hand almost painfully hard. "Dean," he hissed, eyes flitting around the diner. "We're in public."

Dean smirked. "Calm down, babe. They can't hear us."

Castiel squeezed his hand hard again, about to retort, but the waitress came back with their beers. "Hope you guys like this brand, it's all we had left."

Dean grabbed the bottle, looking at the label. "My favorite kind," he grinned taking a sip as Castiel thanked her.

"Well, have y'all decided what you want?"

Dean ordered his burger, and Castiel looked up at her after. "I would like the biggest order of fries possible, and a large chocolate shake, largest you can make it, please."

She laughed a bit, but wrote down the order, and Dean cocked his head at him, studying him, trying to figure out why he'd want that. "I'll have that out to y'all as soon as possible."

They both handed her their menus, smiling and thanking her. As soon as she was gone, Dean turned to Castiel. "What the hell are you going to do with a huge shake and fries?"

"Eat it…?"

"But fries and a shake? For dinner?"

Castiel grinned. "You'll see."

Dean raised a questioning eyebrow, but Castiel just smiled, bringing his bottle to his lips, taking a swig of beer, a glint of a smirk in his eyes. Dean let go of his hand, placing his own over it instead, holding on to his wrist. He took a drink of his own beer, shrugging. Castiel wasn't going to get the best of him.

Neither of them spoke, not really in the mood for talking, perfectly content with the silence that only fell upon those who were close, the music in the background more than enough for them to listen to. Dean was having fun with the songs that came quietly over the speakers. He knew most of them, and made a game for himself by pushing the tips of Castiel's fingers up off the table with his own, dropping them back down individually to the beat of the song. Castiel laughed occasionally and watched him, nursing his beer. Dean was focused in on his fingers, each lift and fall perfectly timed with the song, every thud landing to one of the drum beats, or the bass beats if the drums were too much for him to keep up with. He grew unfocused with that after a while, however. You could only drum with someone's fingers for so long. He wasn't done with his hand, apparently, as he pulled it across the table, lifting it up to look closer at it. He brushed his thumb over the middle knuckles in a slow sweep, eyes roaming around his hand, taking in every little nick and scar he could see. He pulled his hand closer, pressing his lips to his knuckles, then the base of his fingers, closing his eyes as he turned his head, rubbing slowly across his cheek with the back of his fingers.

Castiel cleared his throat. "Uhh, Dean?"

Dean paused, previously too focused on the smooth skin against his cheek. He took a moment to snap out of it, opening his eyes, looking to Castiel who was leaning over the table, ribs touching the edge, staring at him with a pointed look. "What?"

"My arm?" Castiel wiggled it a bit. "As nice as it is touching you, this is a little… uncomfortable."

Dean slid his eyes over to peer at what he could see of Castiel's hand, his fingers still pressed to his cheek, then slid his eyes back to Castiel, then the hand again. It finally came to him. "Oh! Oh. Yeah…" He set his hand back down, still holding on to his fingers. Castiel grinned.

"Got a thing about my hands?"

"They're nice."

He raised an eyebrow. "I have nice hands?"

Dean nodded. "Really nice…" Dean stared down at his hand, lost in thought, his thumb rubbing over his middle knuckles again. He poked his tongue out, pulling his lip between his teeth, biting it lightly. Castiel cocked his head.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You." Castiel's cheeks flushed, and he looked down with a faint smile as Dean looked up, smiling brightly. "You're blushing."

"I know."

"Why?"

Castiel shrugged, looking back up. "It's just weird to think that I'm on your mind."

"Get used to it. You're gonna be on it a lot for the next few months."

"Don't waste your thoughts on me."

"They're not wasted if they're about you."

Castiel was about to reply, but he held it back as the waitress came. She set down Dean's burger and he shook his shoulders, trying to imitate rubbing his hands together instead of actually doing so by letting go of Castiel's hand. She set down the enormous shake and bucket of fries, and Castiel thanked her. Dean asked for more beer for the both of them, prompting Castiel to down what little was left of his once she left.

Then, without warning, he pulled his hand from Dean's, grabbing his spoon, scooping about half the whipped cream off of the shake, shoving it in his mouth. He grinned around the spoon as he pulled it out, letting the whipped cream melt in his mouth before swallowing. Dean was staring intently at his mouth, and he noticed, taking another spoonful of the whip. He locked his eyes onto Dean's, who appeared to be torn between staring at his lips or his eyes, and stuck his tongue out, licking the top layer of the cream off. He slid the spoon into his mouth, closing his lips, letting his eyes flutter shut as he licked the spoon clean, pulling it out with a gentle pop when he was done. He let out a small, content moan when he did, reopening his eyes. Dean was staring at his mouth, tongue poking out to wet his lower lip. Castiel smirked, pleased at being able to draw that reaction from Dean. He scooped up the rest, bringing it to his lips, licking along the top, though he stopped halfway up, tongue pressed lightly over the cream.

Dean snapped his eyes up to Castiel's, as if to question why he'd stopped. That was answered quickly as Castiel pulled the spoon away from his mouth, twisting it between his fingers before reaching across the table, holding it out for Dean to eat. He looked down at it in question, and Castiel nodded, pushing it a bit closer, encouraging him to take it. Dean leaned in, wrapping his lips around it, pulling back slowly, lips tight around the spoon, pushing the whip off of it. He let it melt in his mouth before swallowing it. Castiel flipped the spoon down between his ring and pinky finger when Dean was done, stretching forward even farther to hook his index finger under his chin, running the pad of his thumb along his upper lip, swiping up the little bit of whip that had been left. Dean opened his mouth, running his tongue over Castiel's finger, licking it off. He smiled, and so did Castiel, pulling his hand back.

Dean smiled at him a moment longer before shaking himself out of it, looking down to grab his burger. He took a bite of it, chewing it and swallowing it down as he looked back up. "You know, you never told me what you're going to do with your fo- seriously?"

Castiel had grabbed a fry, swishing and swirling it around in his shake before popping it into his mouth, end hanging out as he froze at Dean's word. He chewed it, pulling the end into his mouth and swallowing before cocking his head at Dean, grabbing another fry, swirling it around in the chocolate concoction. "What?" He ate the ice cream covered fry, grabbing two the next time, sticking them in the shake.

"That's gross."

"No it's not."

"Yes. Cas, you're dipping your fries in a milkshake."

Castiel put both of the fries in his mouth, grabbing some more to swirl around in the shake. "Yeah? It's good."

"No Cas. That's gross."

"No." He pulled the fries out, grabbing one of them, shoving the rest in his mouth. "Here," he mumbled around the food. "Try one."

"Swallow your food."

"That's my line," he mumbled again, though did chew his food, swallowing it down before continuing, waving the fry gently. "Now eat it."

Dean took it from Castiel, eyeing it wearily. "I don't want to."

"You forced me to eat your cereal concoction." He put another fry in his mouth. "I'm asking you nicely to try this."

Dean stared at it for another moment. "On one condition: I get to do whatever I want to do to or with you tonight."

Castiel raised an eyebrow. "Anything? You're going to have to eat more than one."

"How many more?"

Castiel blindly reached for the plate, pulling off a handful of fries. He shifted them into his palm, opening his fingers. He tilted his hand to show Dean. "This many."

It was a risk, Castiel understood that. He had no idea of Dean's intentions, but in all honesty, he couldn't really think of anything he wouldn't let Dean do to him, aside from fucking him. Oh, he wanted that too, just not yet. Dean appeared to be weighing the pros and cons of his choice, and Castiel almost found it offensive. Was he really willing to put off full access to his body because of milkshake-dipped french fries?

Dean finally put the fry between his finger in his mouth, chewing and swallowing before reaching forward to grab another one. Castiel pulled his hand back, and Dean cocked his head. "I get to dip them. I don't want you skimping," he explained, picking up one of the fries, dipping it and holding it out to him, taking and swirling another as soon as his fingers were free. He continued his little motion, taking a fry, swirling it in the ice cream, handing it to Dean, then repeating. Eventually his hand was empty, and he pouted while Dean grinned, sitting back in his seat.

"I am going to have so much fun with you tonight," he muttered, eyes roaming over his face and torso. "So. Much. Fun."

Castiel bit his lip, but quickly distracted himself with more fries. He dipped one in the shake and pointed at Dean. "Eat your food."

Dean smirked, winking at Castiel before actually listening, beginning to eat his food. The waitress came a few moments later with their beers, but neither of them really paid much more attention to it than thanking her. He was nearly done with his burger when he looked up, noticing Castiel was nearly done with his fries, about half of his shake gone as well. His eyes went wide. "How the fuck did you use half of a shake on fries?"

Castiel huffed out a laugh, swallowing what was in his mouth before speaking. "You know, I can drink my shake too."

Oh, yeah. "Oh, yeah."

Castiel smiled and went back to his food, finishing off the rest of the fries on his plate before leaning back, holding his shake between both hands as he sucked it up through his straw, watching Dean finish his food. It was all relatively peaceful until one of the teenage girls from before came up to the table, facing Dean, clearly recognizing who he was. She cleared her throat, and Dean looked up, setting his beer down.

"Hi," Dean said, waiting for her to say something.

"Hi," she replied, her face turning bright red. Castiel rolled his eyes and sat forward, setting his shake down to grab his beer instead, nursing it as he watched the conversation progress. "You're Dean Winchester, right?"

"The one and only," Dean grinned, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. Castiel took note of that quickly, pushing his foot forward to nudge against Dean's. Dean's eyes flicked to him quickly, seeming to brighten before he looked back to the girl.

"Cool. I… I'm Sheri."

Dean nodded, and Castiel bit back a grin, taking another swig of his beer. "Okay… Something I can help you with, Sheri?"

She bit her lip, seeming to be mentally justifying something before shooting forward, startling the both of them a bit as she grabbed Dean's napkin, pulling it to herself. She pulled a pen out of her back pocket and wrote down her number, signed Sheri with a heart, and slid it back to Dean, tossing the pen back to one of her friends. "I'm not sure if you're from around here, but if you're interested…" She trailed off, biting her lip.

Castiel's eyes grew narrow, hard blue staring daggers into the back of her head as he leaned forward possessively, keeping himself balanced up with one hand on his beer bottle, the other pressed firmly to the top of the table. He tried to hide it, but he was a bit jealous. The girl had guts, and she was very pretty. Dean could have fun with her. His heart sank a bit when Dean grabbed the napkin, but soared right back up when he ripped it in half, placing the two pieces back down in a pile on the table. "I'm flattered," Dean responded, turning his attention away from the girl and toward Castiel, sliding his hand out to cover his, thumb stroking the top of his wrist. He gave him a closed mouth smile. "But I'm taken. Happily."

Castiel couldn't see it, but Sheri's shy, embarrassed expression turned into one of horror. Her eyes grew wide, and she began muttering apologies as she turned slowly to see who was sitting with Dean, previously disregarding them due to her infatuation with him. If it were possible, her eyes grew wider. "You!"

Castiel stared up at her. "…Me?"

"You! Oh!" She reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. She slid the camera on, turning her phone sideways to snap a picture of Dean and Castiel. She slid into the booth right beside Castiel, making his eyes grow wide as she snapped a picture of Dean before pressing a button to flip the camera to the front one, taking a picture of herself and Castiel, who's eyes were wide and staring at the phone, lips parted with mild fear. She grinned. "Oh this is so going on instagram."

Castiel snapped his worried gaze to Dean who just grinned. "Why Cas and I? And why instagram?"

She turned to look at Castiel. "You name's Cas?"

"Castiel," Dean corrected.

She smiled. "Oh, even better." She began typing away on her phone, then snapped out of it, looking back up, snapping her gaze between Dean and Castiel as she began to talk, acting as if what she was saying was the hottest gossip, which honestly, it was to those who weren't Dean and Castiel. "TMZ released the clip of Castiel here telling off the camera guys, and then sticking his sucker on the lens. He said boyfriend, but no one really believed that Dean was with a guy. All the pictures of you two floating around either had you as best friends, or was just speculation, but now I know. I know! You two are together, and I'm gonna be the first to talk about it!"

Dean reached across the table, pushing her phone down gently when she pulled it back up to type. "Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Dean shook his head. "Well, Cas and I are out on a date, believe it or not. I don't care if you say we're together, I'd be pretty damn happy if that got out, but do you really want to post those pictures of us out doing something that's supposed to be private?" She bit her lip, torn in-between her thoughts and desires of being the first one with this private knowledge, and respecting on of her idols. Dean rolled his eyes after a minute. "I know you're going to post them anyway. Just… Wait until Cas and I leave. I know it shows location, so let us get away just in case other people come to bother us, alright?"

She nodded, excitement visible in her eyes that she was able to do this, but Dean continued to stare at her. She furrowed her brow. "What?"

"It'd be nice if you'd move to let my boyfriend out." Castiel's eyes were still blown wide by the unfamiliar teenager being pressed so close to him so suddenly, and he almost looked relieved when Dean brought it up, only relaxing completely when she slid out of the bench with a quiet "Sorry.". Dean kept a hold on Castiel's wrist as they slid out of the booth, and he switched to holding his hand as they went up to the counter. Their waitress came over, a bit confused as to why they didn't wait for her to come over, but Dean's just asked for the check, which he payed despite Castiel's weak arguments. He lead them out of the restaurant after, and Castiel pouted at him once they were a decent way down the street. They planned on taking the back way to Dean's hotel, going the long way around the blocks to avoid whoever could be coming for them. Dean looked over at him. "What's that face about?"

"I still had half of my shake left."

Dean laughed quietly, dropping Castiel's hand to wrap his arm around his waist instead. "I'll buy you a new one, okay?"

"I don't want a new one."

"What do you want?"

"You."

Dean smiled and pulled Castiel closer, kissing his temple. "You have me."

Castiel slipped his arm around Dean, walking closer to him, their hips bumping on occasion on the pleasantly quiet walk back to Dean's hotel. Castiel shivered a few times, but Dean just held him a smudge closer, rubbing his hand on his hip, slipping his fingers under his shirt every once in a while, peeking at the flush that colored his cheeks when he did. Once outside of the hotel, right up by the doors, Castiel pulled away. Dean sent him a look. "Why'd you let go?"

"Go on up to your room."

His stomach dropped. "No, Cas. Don't tell me you're going back home, saying goodbye no-"

"-Dean, no. Just go up to your room. I need to run home for a few things."

"Let me go with you."

Castiel shook his head, reaching out to grab both of Dean's hands between his own. "Dean, it'll be twenty minutes, half hour tops. Meet me at the coffee house we went to for our first… date, if you want to call it that-"

"-I do."

"Then where we went on our first date. Meet me at-" Castiel flipped Dean's hands over, exposing his watch. "-At 11:50. Okay?"

"Okay." Dean leaned in, capturing Castiel's lips in a brief kiss before he could object. "Okay."

Castiel leaned back in, though stopped himself from kissing Dean, wavering between doing so and not. "Don't do that. You're going to make me want to stay."

"Then stay."

Castiel leaned in a bit more, but pulled back at the last moment, dropping Dean's hands, stepping away. He turned to leave, and called back over his shoulder. "11:50."

"11:50."

Castiel smiled an moved on, moving out to the edge of the sidewalk, stepping out to hail a taxi. One came quickly, and he hopped in, telling him where to take him. He could have just walked, but he wouldn't be able to make it home in time to do what he wanted. Dean watched him leave, taxi speeding off down the road before he went inside and straight up to his room. He had stripped himself down to nearly nothing as he roamed around the room, trying to find something to tide him over for the next fifteen minutes. It wasn't long until his phone buzzed, an email coming up as the contact. He furrowed his brow as he opened the message.

castielnovak:
How do you feel about nudes? 11:34p.m

Dean smirked, typing back a message.

Dean:
Are you really texting me from your email? 11:35p.m.
And nudes? Are you being serious? 11:35p.m.

His phone buzzed a moment later.

castielnovak:
It's from my email's chat client, yes. 11:35p.m.
And I might be… 11:36p.m.

Dean:
Are you going to send me nudes, Cas? 11:36p.m.

castielnovak:
I might. 11:37p.m.

Dean:
That's hot 11:37p.m.

castielnovak:
Really? 11:37p.m.

Dean:
Hell yeah, Cas. 11:38p.m.

castielnovak:
Maybe I should just let you take the pictures instead. 11:38p.m.

Dean:
No no no no, surprise me. 11:39p.m.
Please 11:39p.m.
God, please send me nudes. 11:39p.m.
I'm a little turned on by the thought 11:39p.m.

castielnovak:
1 picture message 11:41p.m.

Dean grinned at his phone, and tapped on the picture opening it up. Castiel was shirtless, the only light illuminating him being the glow of his laptop screen, and the dim light shining off to his side from his bathroom. His hair was spiked up, looking as though Dean had just been making out with him. Hickeys from earlier in the day and the day before were visible across his skin, and he wore a smirk and a wink. Dean rolled his eyes.

Dean:
Tease 11:42p.m.
Still hot, though 11:42p.m.

castielnovak:
You're going to see the rest of me tonight, why send a picture of it? 11:43p.m.
Why spoil the joy of seeing my creepy scars full on? 11:43p.m.

Dean growled.

Dean:
You're gonna pay for that comment. 11:44p.m.
I'm gonna practically torture you tonight. 11:44p.m.

castielnovak:
What are you going to do? 11:45p.m.

Dean:
Why spoil the surprise? 11:45p.m.

Castiel didn't reply after that, so Dean assumed he had gone to put on clothes and head to the coffee shop. Speaking off… Dean quickly ran into his room, rifling for some clothes to put on. He yanked out his pyjama bottoms, and laughed lightly. What the fuck? He tossed on a shirt along with the pants and bolted out the door and to the elevator. He'd be a minute or two late, but he was sure Castiel would understand.

It wasn't until he hopped out of the taxi that he became a bit self conscious. Why the fuck had he thought putting on pyjamas would be a good idea? What if Castiel laughed at him? Or worse, called him corny. Dean clenched his jaw and walked in to the shop, no time to go back and change. He relaxed almost immediately when he saw Castiel sitting in his back corner, adorned in- wait for it- his pyjamas and leather jacket. He smiled, walking to place his coffee order before joining Castiel. "Glad we think alike. And that jacket looks so good on you."

Castiel pulled the jacket tighter around him, curling in to himself. "It looks better on you. It's too big for me." He squeezed himself once, then leaned forward, shaking his shoulders to slide the jacket down and off his body. He pulled his hands out of the sleeves, and grabbed the jacket, handing it over to Dean.

He refused to grab it. "No, Cas."

Castiel waved it. "Take it. Dean, it's yours."

"Not anymore."

Castiel glared at him. "Oh, no no. Dean, take it." He leaned forward, shaking it, the ends of it knocking into Dean's arm. "Take the damn jacket."

Dean cocked his head. "Why would I take your jacket, babe? I'm not cold."

"Dean," he warned, his glare hardening, his voice dropping lower. "Take the fucking jacket. Don't you dare think I won't walk out of here if you don't."

Dean's eyes softened, though he still didn't take the jacket. "Why is it so important for me to have it? I want to give it to you."

"Because it's your… icon. Famous Dean Winchester and his famous leather jacket. You always have it. I'm not about to let you go on tour without it."

"I don't want it, Cas."

"Too bad."

"I could say the same to you."

Castiel kept his glare on Dean, raising his eyebrow after a moment in challenge. Dean raised his eyebrow in return, and Castiel shrugged, sitting back in his seat. He folded the jacket across his lap and grabbed his coffee, downing nearly all of it before setting the glass down. He grabbed the jacket again and slid out of the booth, dropping it on the ground by Dean's feet as he walked out of the shop.

"Damn it- Cas!" Dean turned around, watching as Castiel pushed through the door with a ding. He downed a good bit of his drink, grabbing the jacket, pulling it on and running out the door. He looked down the sidewalk, seeing Castiel a good bit down, and he called his name. "Cas!"

Castiel was pointedly ignoring him, still storming down the sidewalk, arms crossed over his chest. Dean rolled his eyes, taking off down the sidewalk after him, running until he got closer. "Cas! Cas! Cas, goddamn it!" He ran forward a bit more and grabbed Castiel's arm, trying to slow him down. "Cas." He shook his arm out of his hold, and Dean growled, reaching forward to grab his arm again, pulling him to a stop. "Castiel, look at me goddamn it!" he hissed, pushing him around to face him.

Castiel's eyes were hard, his arms still crossed. He raked his eyes down Dean's body, raising an eyebrow in satisfaction. "Good. You have the jacket on. Let's go home." He made to turn back on his path, but Dean whirled him back around to face him. "What, Dean?"

"Cas, what the hell was that about?"

"I wanted you to take your jacket back, and you wouldn't."

Dean gave Castiel a blank stare. "Are you serious? Cas, are you fucking serious?"

"I feel it's pretty obvious. I gave you plenty of warning Dean, you just didn't want to cooperate."

"You fucking stormed out of a coffee shop on our last night together because I wouldn't take back the jacket that I wanted to give to you? Are you fucking kidding me, Cas?"

"I don't want your jacket."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Castiel finalized, cocking his hip, raising his eyebrow in challenge.

"Yeah, well neither do I," Dean shrugged. He slipped the jacket off his shoulders, balling it up and throwing it on the ground before turning toward the road. He stepped out and held out his hand, a taxi pulling up a moment later. Castiel didn't move until Dean opened the door. He dipped down to grab the jacket, flying into the taxi before Dean could shut the door, landing on his lap. The taxi driver looked back through the mirror and cleared his throat. Dean slammed the door shut, and after a moment the driver pulled away, giving up on Castiel sliding out of Dean's lap.

"Don't leave me," Castiel muttered in explanation as to why he'd thrown himself into the taxi. Dean was quiet for a minute, then finally spoke.

"Cas, you gotta tell me what that little bout was about."

"…Your jacket."

"That's bullshit." Castiel was quiet, staring down at the balled up jacket in his lap. Dean shook him gently. "Come on, Cas. What was it about?"

"Can we talk about it in the hotel?"

The cab driver hit a button up front, the privacy wall sliding up. Dean raised an eyebrow, looking down at Castiel. "No excuse now."

"I don't need attachments to you, Dean."

Well that was unexpected.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Do you really think we're going to be able to handle long distance?" Dean nodded. "Well I don't."

"Why?"

"Dean you're gorgeous-"

"-So are you."

"Be that as it may, you're also a rockstar."

"Why does that matter? I want you."

"Yeah, for now. But Dean, there are people better and more attractive than me out there, and they know who you are. They're going to want yo-"

"-But I'm not gonna want them, Cas."

"That's bullshit, Dean!"

"No it's not, Cas!"

"Ye-" The taxi driver had come to a stop and rolled down the privacy window. Castiel reached into his wallet and pulled out a few bills, paying for their ride before opening the door. He pushed off of Dean's lap, rocking out of the taxi with the balled up jacket still in his arms. Dean hopped out of the taxi as well, stepping up and close to Castiel. Castiel clenched his jaw, then relaxed it before continuing. "Yes, it is bullshit, Dean. Okay, yeah. You'll stay faithful for a while. But then you'll get gorgeous people throwing themselves at you on a daily basis. There's only so much I can offer you through pictures and skype. I'm just going to be pixels on a screen. Those will be physical people, with physical bodies that you can touch and love."

Dean stepped closer, reaching out to cup Castiel's cheek. "I don't want to love any body but yours."

"We'll see."

Castiel stared down at his hands, and Dean bit his lip. "Come with me." He dropped his hand from Castiel's face, grabbing his elbow, pulling him into the hotel. He led him over to the elevator, pulling him in. He fumbled his card out, scanning it. He grabbed the jacket from Castiel as soon as the elevator began moving. He tried talking, reaching to take it back, but Dean didn't respond, holding the balled up leather away from him. When the elevator dinged open, he took hold of his elbow again, pulling him to the door which he opened with ease. Castiel opened his mouth to speak, but Dean had thrown his room key and jacket on the ground, turning and sliding his hands through Castiel's hair, linking his fingers behind his head as he pushed him into the wall beside the door, pressing into him as he kissed him hard, fingers keeping his head from hitting the wall.

Castiel whined and Dean broke away. He whined again. "Not what I wanted."

Dean smiled, dropping his hands from his head, pulling him away from the wall by his hips, fingers sliding under his shirt. He walked him back to his room, only bumping into one thing in the dark. He paused once inside his room and by the bed, kissing Castiel softly as he slid his hands up his sides and under his shirt, pushing the thin cotton up as far as he could before breaking the kiss, pulling it off all the way, dropping it onto the floor.

He walked Castiel to the edge of the bed, pushing him down as soon as his knees hit the mattress. Castiel lifted his arms, waiting to wrap them around Dean, but Dean had other plans. He pulled off his shoes and socks, doing the same to his pyjama bottoms, tossing them on the ground. He toed off his own shoes before crawling up alongside him, cupping his cheek, turning his face slightly to kiss him. He pulled away. "Put your head on the pillows."

Castiel blinked at him, but did so, sitting up and turning himself, sliding up the bed, placing his head on the pillows. Dean sat down by his knees. He reached over his body and up, hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers. "Lift your hips, Cas." Castiel hesitated for a moment, but the soft look Dean was sending him had him lifting his hips a few moments later. He slid his boxers down swiftly, leaning back the farther he pulled them down, getting them off his feet and to the floor before turning his attention back to him.

Castiel crossed his ankles and placed a hand on his belly, trying to hide himself as he looked at Dean with mild worry, his lips pulled between his teeth. Dean's eyes were raking across his body slowly, taking in everything he could. His hips protruded out slightly, and Dean reached across his body again, taking hold of his hip, his thumb sliding in wide swoops across his skin, causing a shiver to run through him. He bit the inside of his lip. "Dean…"

"God, Cas. You are so beautiful." Castiel flushed.

"You're just saying that…"

Dean pushed himself to his knees, crawling up alongside Castiel, sliding his hand up from his hips to his ribs as he kissed him. "Yeah, I am saying it," he mumbled against his lips. "It's true."

"Dean…"

"Shhh." He kissed him again. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, Cas. So good." Dean pulled away, beginning to slide back down Castiel's body, but he stopped him.

"Dean, are you sure this is a good idea?"

He looked up. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Castiel gestured for him to come back up, and he did, laying on his side, pressing into him. Castiel looked over at him when his hand came to rest over his belly. "I'm still concussed, Dean."

"You didn't seem to care to much about that earlier."

"But you did."

Dean looked down, staring at the lower half of Castiel's body, the hand on his hip still holding on tight. He rolled onto his side, facing Dean, pressing closer to him. "I love that you want to… To…"

"To love your body."

Castiel nodded. "Yeah. But now isn't the right time. We can do something else, however."

Dean raised an eyebrow, finally looking back up into his eyes. "And what's that?"

Castiel reached down in response, grabbing on to the hem of Dean's shirt, pulling it up. Dean got the point, and sat up, taking it off and tossing it to the floor. He was prepared to lay back down, but Castiel had his fingers hooked around his waistbands, tugging them lightly. He raised his hips, letting Castiel slid them over his ass before taking over, pulling them off along with his socks before laying down. He rolled back in toward Castiel, and he wrapped his arms around him. Castiel shifted closer, pressing their bodies together, and they both gasped quietly at the new feeling of nothing in between them. They both slid their arms under the pillows, holding their heads up, fingertips brushing as the hands above their bodies linked together, their legs slotting between each other easily.

Castiel smiled. "This is better."

"If you say so," Dean smiled back. "I'd much rather be getting you off."

He rolled his eyes. "Someday, Dean. Preferably on a day when you'd let me reciprocate."

"Mmm," he hummed, pecking his lips. "That's not today."

"I'm well aware Dean."

"You're gorgeous, Cas."

Castiel searched Dean's eyes, smiling lightly at the compliment. "No, you're gorgeous."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Sure Cas."

"I love your your nose. And your freckles. And your lips. And your hands-god your hands."

Dean grinned. "What about my hands?"

"You know damn well 'what about your hands', don't pretend that you don't. Speaking of your hands, you never did torture me."

"I know. And I know."

"And you still technically have nearly full access to my body."

"I know. This is what I want to do. I mean, at first I wanted to suck you off, and then at least get you off, but when you said no, this is what I decided I wanted."

"Us sleeping naked together?"

"Mhmm."

"But I'm the one who undressed you…"

"I know, but that doesn't mean it wasn't what I wanted." He smiled, leaning in to kiss Castiel once more, this one long and slow. He spoke again when he pulled away, his voice barely above whisper, breath hot against Castiel's lips. "Do you believe me? That I only want you?"

Castiel smiled sadly. "No. I never will. But I can deal with that, Dean. … I'm sorry for freaking out on you earlier."

"Don't be. It was… freaky when it was happening, but I understand. If I thought that once I was gone you'd be off sleeping with a bunch of other people I'd… I'd…"

"Freak out?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Freak out." He kissed him briefly. "Will you keep the jacket?"

Castiel pulled a face along the lines of a grimace. "We'll talk about it in the morning, Dean."

Dean nodded, though he didn't look happy. "I'm not leaving with it."

"You think."

They both smiled gently at each other, mutually leaning in to share a long, languid kiss.

They took a moment to enjoy how close they were when they pulled away before Castiel spoke. "Goodnight, Dean," he mumbled, kissing Dean softly.

"Goodnight, Cas," he responded, kissing him back. When they broke apart they shifted about, making themselves comfortable before drifting off to sleep, neither one prepared for the events the next morning would bring, and the impending goodbye.

Okay I'm sorry this took me so long. I wanted to do more, but, uhh, it didn't happen. Anyway, the next update should be within a week or two. If I put the two things together, then it will be two or so weeks as I want to have the first chapter of the sequel (oh god what am I getting myself into) out at the same time as the last chapter of this... If I decide to put the next 2(?) parts into separate chapters, then the next one will be out in a week...

I feel that didn't make much sense, but that's all you're getting.

Anyway, so remember how I said I bought 2lbs of sour power watermelon belts? I totally forgot about it until they showed up in the mail like 2 days ago, and I was so jazzed that when I went to my lifeguard meeting I was like, cray cray, and we had this sexual harassment thing, and all of us lifeguards were eating the candy, and long story short we got nothing done and I'm pretty sure we'd fail the sexual harassment quiz if they gave us one (I was sitting half on my boss through the whole meeting so)

AHEM okay, THANKS FOR READING! I HEART YOU ALL SO MUCH (it wouldn't let me make a heart) Let me know what you think! WOO

Also I'm writing a sad thing that's going to be long so uhh, I'll talk about that more later

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