Author's note: Now, how about some smut? Enjoy.

You would think that as soon as those door to Dean's room shut closed, Dean would be all over Michael, but you would be wrong. No, it was Michael who was all over Dean, pulling him into a heated kiss and keeping him close, as close as he could.

Now remember how Dean pushed him up against that wall before they went to meet Jack? Michael certainly remembered. But he didn't want to do that, not just because of the possibility of hurting Dean, but because the act itself. He didn't want to push him away, he wanted to pull him close.

He wanted to feel Dean's skin pressed against his, he wanted Dean's soft and kind touch, he wanted to be seen. Cared for. And he wanted to care for someone who would appreciateit.

Dean went willingly, kissing back with just as much need, his tongue swirling in Michael's mouth sending tiny jolts of arousal though the angel's system. Their hands flew everywhere, touching, caressing, removing layer after layer of clothing and eagerly seeking more skin-to-skin contact.

Dean broke the kiss first, and Michael would have whined at the loss of those plump lips if they didn't immediately started trailing down his neck. Michael's hands flew into the hunter's hair while Dean's ran up and down his bare back, reaching just to the waistband of his briefs before going back up, frustrating Michael. He wanted to feel them on his ass, kneading the cheeks and...

He just wanted to feel more. More of Dean.

So he let his own hands fall down to the sweel of Dean's rush, squeezing and pulling him flush against himself, making Dean groan as their erections lined up. Hearing him let out those delicious, needy sounds while Dean's trapped cock grinded against his own, was enough to make him come right there and then, still standing up. To avoid that, he pulled Dean towards the bed, falling backwards on it and dragging Dean down too.

The hunter broke away, only to grin at him, then dove back down to capture Michael's nipples in his mouth. Oh, it was a sin, what that man could do with his mouth. The thought came out of nowhere, but was so arousing, so thrilling, so... Forgotten. But did Michael care any more? Hell no.

Dean broke away again, just when Michael was getting close, and he looked down at the man with desire, but also with such adoration, Michael felt... Undeserving.

"Fuck, I want you... I want you so bad, but... I gotta calm down or I'll..." Dean said, and Michael watched as his will slowly crumbled before he leaned in to start kissing him again. Michael reached and tugged at Dean's briefs until the hunter got the note, pulled away to take them off along with Michael and leaned down on him again. They both moaned as their heated erections made contact, Michael throwing his head back and Dean taking advantage of his exposed neck to start trailing wet kisses along. Michael could feel him reaching for the drawer in the nightstand and fumbling through it, he could hear the cap popping and then, holy hell, it all became a lot more better, wetter and gliding so easily, and that was Dean's hand between them, making a tight tunnel and oh, wow.

"Jesus, you're so... Fuck..." Dean said, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and Michael hummed in agreement. Dean's hand travelled down Michael's hip to the side of his thigh and back up again, sliding in between his ass and the sheet. "I want you so bad... I..." Dean whispered to his ear, the hot breath making Michael skin tingle. The hunter's hand drew closer, fingertips sliding down his crack making Michael moan louder and arch his back to press his chest up to Dean's,but his ass firmer down on those teasing fingers.

"Fuck, I... I would really,reallylove to... To be inside you... Would you, umm... Would you like that?" Dean whispered and Michael gasped, the idea of them doing that... His breathing picked up, and as Dean kept gliding their cocks together, Michael could feel he was getting closer.

"Eeess..." he forced out a breath, causing a splitting headache to nearly blind him, but it was worth it. He let out a whine, hoping it would come out as a plea.

"Holy..." Dean painted, clearly affected by Michael's response. "Next time, I promise, I promise. We're... oh, fuck, we're too close now..." Dean said, grinding down faster and faster, the sweet friction making Michael's toes curl.

"I'll... I'll start gently, open you up on my fingers... I'm gonna make it so good for you... You'll see... There is... There is this sweet spot, and oh, fuck... I... oooohh... I"ll show you how good it could feel, I promise. Then... Then when I open you up, I'll... oh, shit, fuck... I'll slide my cock inside of you and I'll keep hitting that sweet spot until you... oooooohhhh, until you... Until you come... Will you let me do that?" Close, he was so close, almost there.

"Will you let me in? Will you let me inside you?"

"EEEESSS!!!" That was what finally did him in. Dean asking to be let in, asking for consent, the irony of it, but also this liberating feeling of completely giving himself to someone. To Dean.

Michael came, adding more wetness to the slide, the thought of his own release coating Dean's cock and helping him reach those same heights was so arousing, prolonging Michael's own orgasm.

"Ooooohhh, fuuuuuuck!" Dean shouted above him and Michael could feel, he could feel the moment Dean's cock expanded and erupted, taking immense pleasure in knowing he would feel that inside of himself one day. Dean shook as he came, Michael's soothing hands helping him thought, one caressing his back and the other gripping his ass and pressing him closer, and as soon as the hunter drew his first steady breath, he seized Michael in a searing kiss.