For some unknown reason I thought Crowley's hand were strapped to the arms of the chair. I have absolutely no idea why I thought this. I watched a couple of episodes yesterday and I slapped myself wondering how I could have ever thought that. The handcuffs are the whole point. Anyway, I can't be bothered going back and changing it unless it really bothers anyone - life's too short and all that. Just pretend that the handcuffs have a long chain attached to the chair and Sam unlocks that to let Crowley move around. From now on that's what this Crowley will have. I'm such a lazy bastard. And forget the feet shackles. I have no idea where my head was at, prob up my own arse. Anyway, sorry again.

Sam ran his fingers along the books. It was just him and Cas in the main room and he was waiting. Waiting for him to go.

"I think I'm going to check on Dean." He muttered.

Sam nodded and didn't look away from the books. When Cas rounded the corridor he stuck his head out to see him knock on Dean's door and go in after Dean spoke. He turned back, quietly walked towards the kitchen and went to the cupboard where they kept - Dean shoved - all of the stuff that only Sam used. Salad stuff, the kind that never touched a burger. He bared his teeth when he stretch and felt his fingers curl around the neck. He pulled out one of the bottles of scotch and smiled before standing and quietly walking, cautiously, to the dungeon.

Cas knocked Dean's door and there was a pause before Dean groaned a reply.

Cas walked in and closed the door behind him without taking his eyes from Dean. Dean opened his eyes and, even in the dark, looked at Cas.

"What?" He croaked.

"Are you okay?"

Dean took a beat. "Am I okay?"

"Yeah." Cas nodded.

Dean leaned up on his left elbow, moving his right arm over his body a little. "Are you for real?"

Cas looked to the side. "I always ask you if you are okay after you've slept. Usually your nightmares cause you some-"

"I don't have nightmares, Cas!" Dean shouted.

"I realise they are quite distressing to discuss but-"

"No Cas, I don't have nightmares, I have dreams. Happy little dreams where I cut and am cut. I'm messed up, we've already established that but you are just the biscuit, ain't ya?"

Cas paused. "I don't know what that means."

"Oh," Dean looked to the side, "that's your thing, isn't it? That's your defence. You act like you don't know shit but you do!" Dean hauled himself to sitting on the edge as Cas took a step forward still confused. "Doesn't know about hookers, but knows how to jack off in the shower!" Dean gestured to the door and Cas shifted, looking to the wall in front of him embarrassed and uncomfortable. "Doesn't know what cuming means but knows how to rock a guy's world with a blow job!" Cas' eyes looked back to Dean, tears brimming in his eyes, ignoring the compliment. "Doesn't know why this might be uncomfortable for me but still knows how to make me feel like nothing!"

"Nothing." Cas repeated and Dean looked up. "You think you mean nothing, to me? What we did was nothing? Dean," he looked to the ceiling searching for the words, "it was-"

"Fun, I know." Dean finished and ran his hands through his hair.

"You didn't enjoy it?" Cas asked. Dean never answered. "I'm sorry, I was not aware."

"You never are." Dean whispered.

"I apologise, Dean." Cas leaned down a little to look at Dean better. "I had no idea." He turned and walked towards the door, opening it and pausing. Dean looked up. "I had no intention of forcing any of my attentions of you." He walked again.

Force? No. Shit. Dean pushed off the bed and followed him.

Sam had walked down to the dungeon and closed the doors behind him. He walked to the doors and opened them. "Room service." He gestured to the bottle and two plastic cups he had. "Extras included."

"Knew you had a brain in that tin shell somewhere, Moose."

Sam raised his eyebrows and put the bottle down before leaning to undo Crowley's neck shackle and his chain. Then he did something that made Crowley pause. He turned his back on Crowley to pull the shelves over. As he turned back Crowley resumed standing and began walking back and forth in the circle. He tried to shake the action. He had undone the chains before turning his back on him. Crowley could have at least attempted to overpower him or put the bottle over his head.

"I'll pour, shall I?" He swiped the bottle from the table and opened it as he walked. "So, hows Willow and Tara?" He gestured to the door.

Sam paused. "Those two were girls."

"So are those two." Crowley rasped as he walked back to the table and poured into two plastic throw away cups.

Sam scoffed. "I don't know what's going on with the girls." Crowley smirked. Sam took his drink and leaned on the table, mulling his scotch over.

"But...?" Crowley watched as Sam looked up at him. "Something happened, what?"

Sam paused. "Nothing." He sighed. "I don't know." He sighed again. "I don't- Look, I saw Dean and Cas coming out of Cas' room. Nothing but boxers."

"So how is that not-"

"Well, they just smiled at each other and walked away."

"Any," Crowley paced again, sipped at his drink in between sentences, "longing glances over their shoulders with trembling lips?"

"Minus the trembling lips." Sam admitted.

Crowley sighed. "They're idiots. Why don't they just tell the truth, it would be a lot quicker."

Sam smiled at him, looked over his left shoulder as Crowley paced that way. "I thought it was disgusting."

Crowley paused. "It is." He walked back and Sam's head followed him. "But if they want it why don't they just say?" Crowley paused standing next to Sam. "You see something," he looked down Sam's body, "you want it," he brought his lips close to his drink, still looking at Sam and it almost made him squirm as his voice lowered to a rough whisper, "you take it. It's common sense." He knocked his drink back and then watched as Sam stood up and walked to the wall in front of him. Away from Crowley. Crowley paused looking ahead before turning on the spot to look at Sam. "Isn't it?"

"Not really." Sam tightened his jaw. "People aren't possessions."

"Don't be so naive. Of course they are." He smirked.

Dean walked out of his room and tried to catch up to Cas as he rounded into the main room, Dean pulled at his arm trying to stop him with whispered please but Cas sighed when he realised Sam wasn't there to save him from the conversation.

"Cas, will you just look at me?" Dean spun him around. "Course I enjoyed it, Cas. Jeez, wasn't I loud enough?" Cas turned to walk away again and Dean followed him. Cas did not want to have this discussion, so he walked in the direction of the kitchen. Where else could Sam be? "Cas, please talk to me." Dean didn't exactly struggle to keep up but there was something in his movements that made his lag behind a bit, as if his entire body was shaking.

"Fine, you don't want to talk to me then listen. It was fun, Cas, it was. But, I don't know, didn't it feel like more than fun to you?" Cas' eyes darted to his left as he walked but he still didn't speak. "Because it did to me and I know I'm probably sounding like an idiot right now. I mean, the world is folding in around us and there's just us three trying to hold it up and everything is so messed up but you are the only person who," Cas stopped in the kitchen and looked around, Sam not here, "understands, you know?" Dean stopped a couple of steps into the kitchen and looked at Cas. "You're always there for me and for Sam, and I mean, I care about you Cas," Cas pushed passed Dean and walked back the way he came, if there was one place in the entire base Dean wouldn't talk it was in the dungeon since Crowley was there, "you might not believe it but I do and I know that you know I have feelings for you because I heard you pray so I know you know and I know what you did and I know what you said about wanting time. Maybe you don't believe that I'm serious or that I actually have a heart," he followed Cas towards the dungeon and pulled him round just outside it, "just give me a chance, Cas." Cas looked at him. "Give me a chance to prove it's more than fun." He whispered. "Tell me it was just fun to you and I'll leave you alone."

Cas looked over his face, the hope in his eyes and then preparation for hurt was something that Cas just wanted to kiss away. He wanted to step towards him and run his hands up through Dean's hair before whispering in his ear that it was more than fun, of course it was. But instead Cas held back any remaining emotion from almost crying earlier and exhaled. "It was more than fun, Dean." He walked down the steps to the dungeon. "But with everything going on," Cas lowered his voice, "and I know you."

Sam and Crowley looked to the shelves at the approaching voices, then Sam looked down at his shadow on the floor, a space between his and Crowley's as it stretched to where the shelves parted. Anyone coming into the room and glancing around, perhaps wondering why the lights were on, would be able to see the shadows. Sam took the steps forward until he was right in Crowley's space, pressing his body right up against the demon's. "Wha-" He started, his cup falling to the ground and Sam put his free right hand over Crowley's mouth briefly and gestured to the shadow. Crowley looked, Sam moving his hand, then realised and looked back to Sam.

He mouthed. 'They don't know you're here?' Sam shook his head. 'Why?' Sam didn't answer.

"Crowley?" Dean asked. "Who you talking to?" Dean had heard Crowley almost speak before Sam had stopped him.

Sam shook his head, eyes widening a little in panic. He was breathless and his hand stayed in between them.

"You, you idiot." Crowley's was looking at Sam, his breathing calming a little from his shock, but his voice was as if he were sitting rolling his eyes at the ceiling. "Wondered what you two were up to."

"Nothing, just looking for a file. Shut up."

Sam shook his head as Crowley seemed to be going to shut up. Crowley wouldn't shut up, not normally, not right away. "Little sensitive, are we? Maybe you should get laid, release some tension." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Shut up!" Dean snarled over his shoulder. Cas went to speak so he stepped forward, putting his hand lightly over Cas' mouth and walking him to the wall behind them, in the corner of the archives. He brought his mouth to Cas' ear and whispered. "I said listen." He nosed at Cas' jawline and he tried not to close his eyes to it. "You think I'm out for myself in this, what I can get?" He looked to Cas who shook his head. "D'you think that I'm not serious, that I'll just use you?" Cas shakily nodded slowly, looking at Dean with apologetic eyes. "I'll prove I'm not." He stood right in Cas' space and cupped his ass, pushing slightly against him. "Will you let me?" Dean asked for consent, knowing that Cas had a tendency to do whatever Dean suggested without much fight. He wanted Cas to want it. Cas paused and then nodded.

Sam and Crowley were standing there, wondering what the hell was going on. Had they left, had they not? They heard something, but it was too quiet to tell what. Crowley shook his head a little in question and Sam shrugged his shoulders. When Crowley looked between them Sam looked down, they were pressed right up against each other and Sam give Crowley a bitch face that said 'don't start'.

'What keeps you warm at night?' Crowley mouthed and Sam narrowed his eyes.

Dean let his hand move from Cas' mouth and then put his index finger over it and 'shh'ed without actually speaking and pointed to where Crowley was sitting, bored as hell and listening. Of course he was.

Dean moved his right hand down to Cas' trousers and rubbed, Cas' breathing became more audible suddenly and he looked panicked. Dean stopped pressing but didn't move his hand, bowed his head, keeping his eyes on Cas. Cas saw the question and shook his head. Dean dragged his hand up to Cas' button and undone it before sliding the zipper down as slow as he could.

The noise still vibrated in the still room and Sam whipped his head in it's direction. He closed his eyes. He knew what was happening, Crowley knew what was happening. He smirked at Sam who pleaded him with his eyes. When Crowley just smiled Sam tensed his face, practically screaming that Crowley would say something any other time.

Crowley sighed and moved his hands up to Sam's chest, touching his shirt with his index fingers enough so that it tickled Sam's skin but no more. "What are you two doing?" Crowley spoke loud enough for Dean and Cas to hear him. "If you're going to shag at least do it upstairs."

Sam pushed Crowley's hand away, making a little rustle of his fabric and Crowley put his two index fingers to his own mouth.

"I said, shut up." Dean aimed away from him then looked back to Cas' face as he dipped his hand inside, his left hand went up to Cas' hair and ran through it gently.

Cas tried to muffle a moan as Dean finally touched his shaft. They had had some 'experiences' now but this was the first time Dean had done that. And he wasn't prepared. Dean didn't still though and instead just silently 'shh'ed him.

Crowley grinned at Sam and mouthed, 'I thought I was the one who was all mouth and no trousers?' Sam looked to the wall and then the floor, Crowley dipped his head to watch him. When Sam looked back it was obvious he had decided that the move was too risky.

Dean dragged his fingernails a little through Cas' hair and watched him bite his bottom lip. He reached out blindly for Dean's crotch and Dean moved it back. "Uh-uh." He leaned into Cas' jawline and began to kiss. "This is about you." He whispered in Cas' ear before kissing again. Slowly he pulled Cas' swollen member from his trousers and underwear which gave him more room to work with. He curled his fingers around the shaft again and felt the muscles in Cas' neck stutter as Dean began to stroke him. He reached out and grabbed Dean's shirt with his left hand as if to anchor himself when the fingers on his right hand dug further into Dean's hips. Dean trailed his nose back up to Cas' ear. "That feel good?" Cas sunk his top teeth into his bottom lip and bit hard, pulling it inward to make sure his lips stayed closed then he nodded. Dean smiled wider tightening his hand ever so slightly causing a small moan to come from Cas before he bit down harder on his lip. Dean's own erection was straining against his jeans and it was all he could do not to rub it on Cas' thigh even just for a moment of relief. Why was this so hot? Seeing Cas lose it at his touch? Seeing Cas let himself lose himself to Dean? Hearing how much Cas was trying not to make a sound? God, those sounds, Dean remembered them well, damn did Dean remember them well. Well, it definitely wasn't that Crowley could probably hear them. The bastard was keeping quiet, probably enjoying it. The creep. "I'm gonna make you cum," Dean whispered and Cas nodded as if that's the only thing he wanted in the world right then, "and after," Dean kissed his cheek steadily picking up his pace, "I want nothing from you." Cas turned his head, opening his eyes, Dean pulled back to look at them.

Fuck.

Dean almost lost his rhythm because dammit they were blown wide and Dean suddenly found himself lost in them. Dean leaned and kissed him, Cas responding enough that moans escaped his lips into Dean's mouth and out the sides. Dean's hot, wet mouth that was almost coaxing the sounds out by it's own work alone. As if the very contact of Dean's lips was making it so that Cas could breathe again.

And stopping the breath of two others. Sam was trying to look away but when Cas moaned a little louder Sam winced. Crowley chuckled a little and the pair outside the dungeon ignored it or just didn't hear it. Sam looked to him. 'Turning you on?' Crowley mouthed.

'What?! No!' Sam mouthed back and looked away taking an inhale. Crowley's eyes moved to the side of Sam's face he could see and then he looked down. Sam was definitely turned on, or at least Crowley hoped so because if that was it soft... He cocked an eyebrow. Should have got a better deal. He reached out both of his hands since they were still together in handcuffs and rubbed Sam's erection. Sam immediately reached and grabbed Crowley's offending hand with his own left and the middle link of the handcuffs with the other. They just stared at each other with Cas moaning gently, obviously trying not to, and popping salivia the themetune to this whatthehell moment.

Dean felt Cas tense up, he moved back to look at Cas' face, his eyes dancing yet again looking over the evidence of what he could do. Angel of the Lord. Celestial being. Hunter. God, at one point. But human now and about to come in Dean's hand.

"Go on." Dean spoke, a little louder than before, he didn't care if Crowley heard. He would have heard Dean's hand beating faster and fabric rustling if he hadn't heard the rest, he didn't know how much longer he could go on, his wrist beginning to hurt with the speed he was going at, faster and faster, squeezing a little. It must be the situation, no one lasts this long without having cleaning the pipes first. Has Cas jerked off since? Dean grunted thinking about it. "Cum." He own cock leaked pre-cum and Dean almost whimpered.

Sam and Crowley's eyes widened at each other, Sam's erection deflating almost instantly at the sound of his brother talking.

"Dean." Cas moaned. "I can't-" He bit his lip and his eyes closed. That was rude, thought Dean.

"Ignore him." Dean moaned himself and wondered where the hell his composure had gone.

At hearing it Sam let go of Crowley's hands and covered his own ears and Crowley threw his head back as if he was going to laugh until Sam elbowed him, still covering his ears.

Dean moved his face close to Cas, kissed the right side of his lips chastely and Cas failed to chase it as his body started to shake a little. "Cum for me, Cas." He muttered. Cas' hand moved up Dean's back and grabbed in his shirt as the other one did the same to the open front. Dean touched his nosed just at the side of Cas' face, his own voice breathless. "Trust me."

Cas' brow dipped just a bit as if that was the secret password and his back arched faintly and then he thrust a few times into Dean's fist, as he started to cum Dean slowed his movements without stopping the pleasure, tightening his fist to compensate, to make it so the white mess came out slow enough that it spilled down the side of his cock and Dean's hand rather than spurting everywhere.

"Dean..." Cas moaned and Dean bared his teeth a little as his tongue came out to wet his dry bottom lip. He hadn't realised just how heavy he had been breathing. Cas stopped thrusting slowly and Dean's movements halted once he was sure Cas was finished.

Crowley put a cut motion to his neck and Sam gave him a distrusting look and he rolled his eyes.

Dean pulled his left hand out of Cas' hair that he didn't even realise he had been pulling and used it to hold Cas' boxers away from his skin before wiping his hand on it. He then let it go slowly knowing it was a horrible feeling when the mess touched the fabric and spread out in the hair.

"You alright?" Dean asked quietly, Sam's hands lowered hesitantly.

"No I'm bloody not!" Crowley shouted knowing he'd usually say something and he turned to Sam and they actually shared a smile.

"I told you to shut up!" Dean shot over his shoulder then turned back to Cas who was getting his breath back and trying to pry his hands away from Dean's shirt. "You should probably shower." Cas nodded and made to walk but Dean leaned forward and kissed him first. Cas responded weakly to it, letting the tip of the fingers on his left hand touch Dean's jaw before Dean pulled back and smiled.

Cas smiled too and then proceeded to walk, a little like new-born Bambi at first, towards the stairs.

"Can I shower?" Crowley said loudly and Sam widened his eyes and nodded in agreement, he felt dirty too.

"Do you know what?" Dean stormed towards the shelves, Sam grabbed the things on the table and Crowley bent to pick up the cup that fell before shoving it at Sam, Dean was making so much noise pulling the shelf he didn't notice the scrape as Crowley ran around the table and sat down, pulling the neck brace over and clicking it closed. Sam ducked back to the corner on the wall Dean was now entering from, holding the cups and scotch hoping against all hope he wouldn't be caught. One, he was in there and pretending he wasn't, and two, he had just listened to... whatever the hell that was. Crowley looked up to Dean with almost casual interest laced with disgust. "I told you to shut up!" Dean walked forward, his hand still felt wet and he was still very much aroused but dammit if he didn't need to shout at him. He discretely wiped his hand on the back of his pants.

"You just tossed off a former angel in the same room while I had no choice but to listen, I feel violated!" He shouted back, in the way that Crowley does without really shouting, just showing his annoyance.

"Prove it." Dean took a step inside the room and Sam suddenly wished he were smaller. Tiny. Non-existent, in fact.

"I think your angel might be freaking out." Crowley offered, in a little panic, over Dean's shoulder.

"What, why would he panic?" Dean squinted to look at Crowley confused.

"Because a former Angel of the Lord was basically just pinned to the wall by a human and stayed there willingly while he was tossed off. Might be a little bit of an experience for him."

Dean smirked. "Yeah, because we haven't done anything before." He winked and turned around before turning back to Crowley with his hands on the shelf. "Well, hope that was something to get you through the lonely nights, Fergie." Crowley's jaw tightened. "I know it'll keep me warm." He pushed the shelf back over but neither moved until the lights went out.

Dean stood by the switch. Cas hadn't turned them on, had he? He couldn't remember him flicking them. But he must have. Or Sam left them on the last time he was down there. That must be it. He shook his head and kept climbing.