Dean leaned back in his chair in the motel room, he was trying to ignore the gnawing in his stomach but it was hard. He was starving. They had skipped breakfast and now it 3 o'clock and he and Cass were waiting for Sam to get back with lunch. Dean glanced over at the former angel as he quietly in his chair; he was human now as weird it as that is.
Castiel was laying on the bed, thinking through the new feeling of hunger that he was experiencing. "Dean, I'm hungry," he said.
"Mhmm," Dean hummed checking his watch, Sam should be back soon.
Castiel looked around for something to eat. He fingered his tie, looking at it before putting it in his mouth and nomming it.
Dean glanced back up as Castiel, trying not to laugh at the sight of him eating his tie, "dude, don't eat that."
Castiel sat up and looked at Dean with sad eyes. "But I'm hungry."
"Well, join the club man," Dean sighed. Where the hell was Sam, Dean was almost sure he had decided to eat before bring their food.
Castiel got up and began pacing the room. He continued to glance over at Dean. After a few times of pacing the room Castiel walked up behind Dean and began gently licking Dean's neck and shoulder.
Dean's eyes went wide and lost balance in his chair causing him to topple over.
Sam whistled as he carried the bag of food toward the room he placed the key in the door and was just about to open it when he heard dean's voice.
"What the hell Cass, you can't just go and lick me like that!"
"My apologies Dean, but you looked so delicious!" Castiel yelled.
"No, nope, nuh-uh, nope," Sam said turning around red faced and walked quickly away.
