Dean Was throat deep in Castiel's mouth when he heard the hotel door slam. "Dean?" Sam called. Castiel grabbed his hips when he tried to pull away working on him faster.

"Just a minute," He called kinda strained.

"You ok?"

"Yup," He bit his lips hard grabbing the back of Castiel's head thrusting into his mouth. Dean came in his throat glad the sound of the water covered his slight moan.

Castiel rinsed his mouth in the water and kissed him, "I'll see you later," He said and was gone.

Dean finished his shower and dressed.

"Were Cas's clothes here?" Sam asked when he exited the bathroom.

"What?" Dean asked painting his best shocked face on.

"Yeah, I swear they were here and when I turned around they were gone," He said.

"I seriously doubt that Sammy," Dean said and grabbed a beer.

"I found some information on Faith," Sam said.

"What is it?"

"She was head cheerleader in high school, married young when they got pregnant with their daughter," he said.

Dean nodded, "Ok, and the tragic end to this small town cliché?" he asked sitting on his bed.

"Turns out Faith filed for full custody the month before she died,"

"So why is she turning on mothers and not men?" Dean asked.

"I'm not sure, Maybe Jealousy? They have a child and all she has is a memory," Sam shrugged, "Just a theory though," he said.

Dean sighed and shook his head, "so we find her bones, salt and burn the bitch," he said.

Sam sighed, "This is where is gets complicated," he said, "Her body was never recovered from the river," Sam said.

"Please do not tell me that we have to go hunting for a body that's be out there for a year in the middle of nowhere," he said.

"No, we don't," he said, "You do,"

"What? Why just me?"

"I'm meeting with a couple of the Vic's husbands to see if maybe I can find another connection to help us find her," He said.

"Son of a bitch," he groaned and laid back on the bed, "I need least 4 hours before I can be awesome," he said throwing his arm over his face blocking out the light.

"Night," Sam said and cut off the light.

Dean listened to the leaves crunch under his boots, humming some Metallica. Her hear a twig snap behind him. Dean turned on his heels, his hand at the small of his back.

"Easy, Dean," Castiel said raising his hands slightly.

"Damnit, Cas," Dean said relaxing and turned to keep walking. Castiel was at his side keeping stride, "I'm not going to get this case closed if you keep popping up distracting me," Dean said pushing through the underbrush.

"Let me carry the duffle," Castiel said.

"I got it," Dean said adjusting the strap.

Castiel sighed and walked along with him in silence for a few hundred yards, "I'm not trying to distract you, Dean," Castiel said.

"Yeah, cause that seems to be the outcome," he said, "Now I'm Slopping through God knows what in the back end of nowhere because I was too busy with you to arrange to talk to the husbands," he said

"If I could help, would you stop being angry with me?" he asked.

Dean stopped and looked at him, "maybe, how so?" he asked

Castiel looked around, "I spent the night combing the woods for Faith,"

"And?"

"I found her about half a mile back the way we came," he said.

"Awesome," he said and they began back tracking.

"Right over here," Castiel said.

Dean looked around, "how are we from the Circle?" he asked.

"500 yards,"

Dean inspected the half rotten corpse and nodded, "She looks intact no lacerations,"

"Dean Look," Castiel knelt by her head, "Didn't the other victims have gashes on their foreheads?" Castiel asked

"Yeah, it's identical," he said and sighed, "Well let's roast this bitch and call, Sam" he said and opened the bag pulling a large canister of salt dumping it on the body adding some igniter fluid and tossed in some matches.

"Case close,"

"Yup," he said zipping up the duffle bag.

"Then you are open to some distraction's," Castiel said.

Dean laughed softly and looked at him, "There is a burning corpse not 15 feet away," he said.

Castiel looked over his shoulder, "We could go somewhere else," he said.

Dean sighed and started walking hearing hurried foot step as Castiel caught up, "Sam is going to find out if this continues," he said.

Castiel slid his hands into his pockets, "Why is that such a bad thing?" Castiel asked.

Dean laughed, "Why-" He huffed and shook his head, "Cas, It's just-" Dean struggled to find the right words.

Castiel pulled him to a stop facing him, "What happened between us, dean," He said stepping closer to him and smiled when Dean's hand slid around his waist. "What is happening between is, this isn't bad," He said sliding his hand up Dean's chest. "Once you forget what it look likes and focus on how it feels you can stop fighting," Castiel said and kissed Deans throat.

Dean stepped back till he felt the nearby tree. His fingers dug into Castiel's sides, "It's not that easy," Dean moaned softly.

Castiel smiled and brushed his nose up Dean's jaw over his lips to the tip for his nose. He kept his lips a fraction of an inch from Dean's even when Dean dipped forwards, "Seems pretty easy," he said.

Dean locked his jaw feeling Castiel's hand slid to the back of his neck, "Because you keep coming at me," he said, "I'm not known for my will power," His hands ached to slid over the small of his back to Castiel's firm ass.

"You are if you don't want it," he said and kissed his lips.

Dean forgot his argument turning pinning Castiel to the tree. His mouth hungry on him. Dean pushed his hips forward against Castiel's.

Castiel slid his hands in Dean's back pockets, "Have I mentioned how nice your ass looks in your jean?" he asked before pulling at the hem of deans shirt

"You look at my ass often?" he asked.

Castiel smiled, "Why else do I always appear behind you?" he said

"Fucking creep," he said with an amused smile.

"Stop being so sexy," he said.

"Not possible," Dean said with a cocky smile.

"Thank god for that," he said and pushed his hands up deans abs feeling the muscles react, Dean raised his arms and Castiel pulled his shirt over his head tossing it to the ground. "Just a second," he said and moved away from.

Dean leaned against the tree watching as he removed his tan trench coat and laid it out along with his suit jacket. Dean smiled as Castiel hook his fingers in Dean's belt loops pulling into another kiss.

Castiel unbuttoned his shirt and dean pulled it off of him leaving his tie hanging around his neck "I still sense Hesitance," He said.

Dean bit his lips, "Dude, your kind of an angel," he said.

"And you, Dean Winchester," Castiel said and kissed his throat, "You need to relax," Castiel said softly in his ear.

Dean smiled tipping his head back, "Ok, Baby," He said unbuttoning Castiel's suit pants rubbing him feeling him spring to life.

"Dean," he moaned softly pushing him back on the pile of clothes. Castiel kicked his pants off and climbed on top of him grinding his hips against Dean.

"You're such a fucking tease," Dean moaned softly grabbing the tie that still hung around Castiel's neck, pulling his face closer.

"It's so much fun to watch though," He said

Dean stroked Castiel's erection that pressed against his belly. He loved watching Castiel's face, "I guess I can understand" He said.

Castiel worked Dean's pants down, He slid his ass back sitting up as Dean filled him. "Damnit," he groaned riding him his hand gripped Dean's chest.

Dean moaned grabbing his hips matching his rhythm, "Fuck, yes, Cas," he moaned and rolled his hand grabbed the mud for support as the thrusted into Castiel. His dick throbbed as he pounded into him deeper kissing his mouth hard. Dean's hand slid to his neck before he realized they were covered in mud, "Fuck," He said and chuckled.

Castiel pushed his hips up to him, "Don't stop, Dean," Replied Castiel his voice husky.

Dean moaned and slid out of him, "Roll over," he said and Castiel complied pushing his ass back for Dean. He grabbed his hips his ass and back covered in mud dean thrusted into in pushing fast and deeper he pushed his shaft in and out of him watching his lover's firm ass take the beating. Dean slid into him hard and fast a couple more times finishing in him.

"My turn," Castiel said and disappeared from under Dean so fast he nearly fell forwards, but Castiel's arms wrapped around him from behind his hands leaving trails of mud over Dean's body everywhere he touched. Castiel pushed his jeans below his ass.

Dean moaned softly feeling Castiel's erection press against him. "Go for it, Cas," he said and dropped to his hands he bit his lips as Castiel filled him he knew he wouldn't take long his shaft was swollen and throbbing.

Castiel moaned kissing his shoulder as the pounded into him before filling him with his seed, "Fuck," Castiel sighed laying on his back in the mud.

Dean collapsed beside him kissing his chest softly, he noticed how much darker it was, "Shit," he said jumping up grabbing his clothes that were now covered in mud. "Double shit," he said and zipped up his jeans. "We should be getting back," he said and looked at Castiel who was pulling his mud stained white button down back over his shoulders.

They both laughed seeing they were both covered in muddy smears and hand prints, "We need a shower," he said.

Dean smiled and wrapped his arm around Castiel and kissed his lips, "If only," he said and they both finished getting dressed, "Hopefully Sam will still be out," he said.

Dean got to the hotel and saw the light on in the hotel room, "Fuck," he said and grabbed the bag of burgers. And tray of drinks from the passenger seat.

"Whoa," Sam said seeing how dirty he was, "You look like you went mud wrestling," same said.

Dean laughed and shook his head setting the food down, "No just a lot of miles and a lot of mud, then the bitch showed up threw me but I burned her," he said.

"Oh damn, Well I guess we can head out first thing in the morning," Sam said.

"Sounds good I'm going to grab a shower," Dean closed and locked the door tossing all his muddy clothes into a pile. Dean glanced over his shoulder feeling something watching him. "Cas? Are you being a perv again?"

Castiel appeared and eyed Dean Naked before him, "Just enjoying the show," he said.

Dean chuckled, "As much as I'd love to go for it again but I need human things like a shower and food hopefully sleep," he said feeling the water was as hot as it was getting.

"I understand, Dean," He said softly and kissed his lips

Dean let Castiel join him in the shower against his better judgement, but was pleased he did. He stood in the warm spray as Castiel lathered a rag with his soap. He worked the lather up his back in circles working around to his stomach.

Castiel worked lower but realized how exhausted Dean was his soft shaft didn't even twitch.

Once they were both clean their lips locked again before Castiel spoke, "You eat and get some rest I'll see you back at the bunker," he said softly and disappeared.

The rest of the evening as a blur of small talk and burgers before Dean found himself falling into his bed not even bothering to pull the blanket over himself before he passed out.