Attempt 2: Sex Appeal

Armed with an arsenal of knowledge of Dean's kinks and turn on's, Cas entered the motel room. Sam was gone. He had made sure the younger Winchester was occupied elsewhere. Free of distraction, he turned his attention to the task at hand: separating Dean and his beloved cheeseburger.

"Dean."

"Hey, Cas. What's up?" Dean paused and took a sip of beer. He gathered up his burger and resumed eating. His attention was loosely focused on the angel, the majority of it being taken up by his lunch and the rerun of Dr. Sexy, M.D. playing on the television.

"Look at me, Dean."

Dean glanced up only to find a pair of chapped and familiar lips pressed against his own. He smiled against Cas' lips and promptly dropped his cheeseburger in favor of wiping his hands across his jeans and burying them in the angel's hair. He deepened the kiss, pulling Cas into his lap and allowing his hands to wander.

Suddenly, the adamant growling of Dean's stomach filled the room and he paused. He grinned at Cas apologetically.

"Hold that thought," he said. He reached for the scant half that remained of his burger.

"But Dean…" Cas whined. He nibbled at the hunter's ear, dropping kisses down his tanned neck and pausing to nuzzle at his collarbone.

"Just one sec. My stomach will never shut up otherwise." He practically inhaled the burger, for all the time it took him to eat the rest of it. He licked his lips free of an errant blob of ketchup and turned to press scorching kisses to Cas' jaw. "Now, where were we?"

"I have an appointment to keep," Cas said abruptly. He left Dean frustrated and without sexual release as punishment.