A/N: What's up, guys? It's been a long enough wait, I think, so here's chapter two. Hopefully, it's not going to be met with anger or disdain, but ya never know! Anyways, ignore me, just telling y'all to enjoy and please comment on where I can improve, what parts you like, and/or what parts you don't. You can also pm me with a request and I just might do it.

Cas poked his head through the opening. "Is now a bad time? Sam prayed to me to-"

"-come and bother me. Yeah. I know." Dean huffed, motioning Cas inside. "He wants us to talk."

"About what?" Cas shut the door behind him- obviously a learned behavior from all the times the brothers had to have their "serious talks" and walked off to another room- and stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

"Jesus, Cas, sit down. Don't stand there, you look exhausted." Dean frowned, patting the bed next to him. Cas instead perched himself at the other end, keeping his infuriatingly blue eyes trained on Dean's. Dean's face heated up past his boiling point.

"What is it Sam wishes for us to converse about?" Unbeknownst to Dean, Cas' heart was pounding out of his chest. Could it be that Dean knew? How could he?! Sam hadn't known long enough to have told him! By the uncomfortable look on Dean's face, Cas had a funny feeling he was caught. He readied himself for the imminent rejection.

Dean shifted slightly, uneasy and feeling nauseous. "This is stupid." He told himself. "It's just Cas, there's no reason to get all worked up." It may have just been wishful thinking, but Cas could've sworn that Dean was far more nervous than him.

"Uh, I-um… How much do you know about human relationships?" Dean seemed very out of the ordinary, picking at little lint balls on the blanket next to him.

Cas cocked his head in confusion. Good, he can play dumb with an opening line like that. "Enough. I can recognize the signs of an abusive arrangement, I understand that both sexes have different parts and values associated with them." He counted off on his fingers. Dean smiled softly at the childlike innocence. He hasn't felt like a big brother in so long.

"Where did you learn those things?"

"MTV."

Dean cackled. "I thought for sure you'd have a better response." Cas relaxed some.

"What would you rather hear, I learned it in my human relations class in angel college?" Cas cracked a near-invisible smile. A new wave of hilarity struck Dean.

"You're getting better at sarcasm. I think I'm proud." Dean wiped away the few tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes. "Anyway, what I meant was do you know the difference between straight and… not?" He runs his hands through his short hair. He definitely needed to shower.

Cas nodded. "Heterosexuality is considered "the norm" by most of the human race." The air quotes sent Dean back into hysterics. Cas just looked so serious.

"Ohohokay, good. That saves me some time."

"Dean, what is this about?" Cas placed a hand on Dean's thigh, re-establishing eye contact.

"Got a hot date waiting for ya or something?" Dean joked weakly. Cas chuckled.

"If tonight goes well, maybe- but that's none of your concern right now. If you don't start talking, I'm going to read your mind."

"Alright, alright!" Dean raised his hands in surrender. "I want to ask you something first." Cas rolled his eyes. "Stop that. I respectfully request that you tell me how you feel about me." Dean stuck his tongue out.

Cas deadpanned. "Y-you don't know? We share a profound bond. You and Sam are very important to me." Dean's eyebrows knitted together.

"That's all? Just friendly?"

Cas looked down, suddenly filled with white hot rage. "I've done everything for you." Dean slid down the bed, away from the agitated angel, but didn't get far as Cas grabbed his wrist. A low noise that most definitely wasn't a whimper- and not at all caused by arousal, thank-you-very-much- passed the seasoned hunter's lips. "I fell from heaven, I-I pulled you from hell, Dean! I rebelled and I did it- all of it- for you! How could you assume I only feel- mmph!"

Dean shuddered as Cas' hands wrapped around his neck, fingers toying with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. The kiss had been spontaneous, merely Dean's test. Cas was obviously perturbed, he just… reacted. Cas didn't seem to mind.

Realizing his hands were free, Dean pushed gently on Cas' chest. Cas complied, rolling backwards onto the pillows. Dean clambered on top of him, lips remaining connected. Cas grunted softly at the added weight on his pelvis, bucking softly. His arms were removed from the equation altogether, pinned to the headboard. Dean nipped at his lip and pulled away, panting and pink-faced. He smirked at Cas, admiring the shade of red he'd caused. What a beautiful mess he'd created.

"Cas, have you ever…?" Dean trailed off, running a hand over the angel's thigh to the tent in his pants as he let his mouth wander over the exposed throat in front of him. He skillfully manipulated the fabric to work with him. Evidently Dean was pretty good as Cas moaned loudly. Damn, he's sensitive.

Cas shut his eyes, shaking his head. Never having been introduced to this behavior, he was certain that nothing could feel like this. Oh, Father above, how is this a sin?! How could anything so magnificent be damning?! Cas decided he wouldn't mind going to hell for this. ,Too much, too much, so good, can't focus, falling has never felt so good. Dean sighed, grin widening. His hand stopped it's pleasant ministrations and Cas whined, arching, hips raising to recreate that fleeting feeling.

"Dean…" The breathless whisper almost killed the emerald eyed beauty.

"Are you sure you want me to be your first?" Dean mumbled. Cas propped himself up and kissed him chastely, dispelling all doubts. Enthusiastic consent given, Dean asked, "What do you want?"

Cas groaned, pouting at Dean for making him think during the best moment of his life. Surely it could only get better from here on out, right? Hopefully, Dean will want to do this again. "Just… just ferm mer." He covered his face with his shoulder, reaching out to grope Dean and only stopped when he remembered he couldn't. The chuckle rumbling through the other man's body made Cas glare at him. It would've been scarier if his face hadn't revealed his own unscrupulousness. "Quit laughing, you're ruining the mood."

"Try again, angel. What do you want me to do to you?" Cas pulled on his arms and Dean released him.

Cas buried his hands in Dean's shirt, tugging him closer. With a surge of confidence- or horniness, no one will ever be completely sure (except for Dean who's pretty sure it's the latter)- he whispered, "Fuck. Me."

Dean laughed again. "As you wish."

Singing along with the radio, Sam finally found a parking space near their room. He turned Baby off and unfolded himself, hopping out and giving her an affectionate pat on the hood. After a great meal at a burger place not too far from the motel, Sam had gone to a theater way, WAY outside of town and watched The Deathly Hallows. Tonight has been pretty good. As he reached the door, Sam noticed a disturbance. He raised an eyebrow, key card still in hand, and pressed his ear to the door.

"-ng! Dean! Mmm… Yes!"

"You like that, huh? How about-"

"FUCK!"

Stumbling backwards, face burning. Clearly his plan had worked, but now he had to deal with the mental images of- wait a second, who's doing- no, he's gonna get back in the car and drive away. After an hour or two, it should be safe to return. He'll just have to go and watch part two.

Sam patted himself on the back. "I'm such a good brother."

Now the only issue should be the noise complaints that will surely come with the morning light. Not a huge price to pay for Dean in a good mood.