Dean wasn't sure when he was going to see Castiel again. He was always so shady with where he was and what he was doing. Which only made Dean more curious. He was determined to get answers.

When Castiel appeared before him as he sat at the table with a beer in his hand. He barely so much as took his eyes from the pages in the book before him.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel said in his usual manner.

"Cas," Dean retorted sounding disinterested.

"Are you alright, Dean?" He asked his brow pulled together in confusion.

"I'm great, Cas, thank you for asking," he said and finally looked up t him, "Now I have a question for you,
"Dean,"

"No, Cas, You are going to answer me this time," he said standing the table still between them, "What are these missions?"

Castiel looked at him, "Unimportant, they are finished," he said

Dean raised an eyebrow surprised, "Like done? No more popping off to god knows where?" he asked.

Castiel nodded, "Yes, I promise," he said stepping around the table, Dean placed his hand in the middle of his chest stopping him, "What?" Castiel asked.

Dean glanced through the door way, "Sam is here,"

Castiel vanished on the spot leaving him confused. Dean whirled around when Castiel appeared behind him, "he is in the basement going through some old men of letter files," he said standing much closer than he had been.

"I'm not just some Booty call," Dean said with his normal sarcasm stepping away taking the last swig of beer setting the empty bottle on the table.

"I'm aware of that, Dean, what is going on with you?" he asked placing a hand on the back of his shoulder.

Dean stood there a moment, "It is so hard lying to Sam's face about what is going on," he finally said.

His hand slid down his back as he stepped closer, "Then stop lying to him," he said simply. Castiel didn't see the problem. If he didn't want to lie to his brother, the simplest solution would be to tell him the truth.

Dean gave a small humorless laugh turning to face him, "oh yeah 'hey, Sam I'm in love with Castiel, who is currently in a guy's body, so I guess I'm gay.' That would go very well," he said.

Castiel's face was slightly stunned, "So you are falling in love with me?"

Dean scoffed trying to brush it off his eyes darting away from Castiel's, "I mean, I just meant" He scrambled to find the words to cover what he had said. His eyes slowly came back to Castiel's, "I mean yeah, I guess so, I've always loved you but this is different, I guess," he said uncomfortable with the vulnerability.

Castiel smiled kissing his mouth hard wrapping his hand around the back of his neck. Dean slid his arm around the angels back kissing him deeply. They turned so Castiel leaned against the table. His hand grabbed Deans hips pulling him closer as his full lips trailed down Dean's neck.

Dean tangled his fingers in his hair feeling his arm fingers probing up his stomach tracing every crevice, "Cas," he said softly grabbing his face bringing their mouths back together hungrily. Dean worked open a few buttons running his fingers over the exposed skin. He pushed Castiel back on the table. Castiel moaned softly as Dean Pulled his shirt up kissing his stomach softly, "Mm, Dean,"

Dean wanted nothing more than to take him right there but he was so worried someone would walk in. He pulling him back up kissing his lips deeply, "Let's go someone a little more private," Dean said grabbing his hand.

They barely made it 10 feet down the hall before Castiel pinned Dean against the wall kissing his lips their bodies pressed together. They were both so distracted Castiel barely heard Sam's footsteps coming up the hall to their right.

Dean darted across the hall pulling Castiel into the supplies closet. The 6 foot space seemed to get warmer when they both looked at each other slightly breathless, "Little close," he said.

Castiel chuckled and watched the beads of sweat starting to form across Dean's forehead and jaw as Sam's footsteps passed without hesitation.

Dean kissed him again pulling at his jacket they both knew they weren't making it any farther. Dean grabbed his ass pulling him against him. They both could feel the others erection. "I don't think I have ever wanted anyone this bad," he said softly kissing down Castiel's throat. Castiel moaned softly as a smile spread across is lips, "I'm glad," he said bringing their mouths together effectively ending all conversation.

Castiel pushing him back on the floor pulling his jeans off kissing up Dean's sculpted stomach. His hand slid up his thigh into his boxers stroking his quivering member, "Cas," Dean moaned pushing his hips up against his hand. Castiel pulled his boxers off wrapping his lips around his aching tip. Dean bit his lip to keep from moaning as his hand slid up Castiel's ass over his trousers. He reached around him working them open quickly as Castiel's mouth worked his hard shaft. Dean moaned softly sliding his fingers through the angel's hair, "Come here," Dean said softly resting his hand on the back of Castiel's neck.

He complied straddling Dean kissing his lips deeply as Dean pushed himself into his ass slowly. Castiel moaned softly gripping the said of his neck. "For the record," he said softly looking to Dean candy apple eyes, "I'm falling in love with you too, Dean," he said softly.

Dean smiled as he filled him again and again kissing his lips softly, "Good," he said stroking Castiel harder as he rode him. They stay locked in that momentum holding, kissing, and stroking each other. The sweat rolled down their backs as their moans mixed together till they exploded in a flash of brilliant desire and passion.

The stayed in a tangle of towels clothes and limbs kissing each other till they were sure they both might spontaneously combust.

"Dean?" He head Sam Yell up the hall, "I found us a case get your lazy ass out here,"

Dean sighed and stood up trying to separate his clothes from Castiel's, "That's mine," he said when Castiel's picked up his pants.

They both managed to get dressed quickly but their lips found each other quickly, "I'm going to tell him, soon," Dean said rather unconvincingly.

"You don't have to, Dean, it was just a suggestion," he said and kissed him, "Now go, before he come looking for you," he said. Dean walked towards the door feeling Castiel's hand smack his butt, "I feel so cheap," he muttered jokingly before heading down the hall.

Sam was grabbing their go bags when he entered the main room ,"Wheel's up, there is something taking kids," he said, "could be Demons, farming souls, or another changeling case," he said. "Right, I'll call Cas, maybe he can help," he said.

"Right," Sam said and walked to the car wit out another word.

The miles seemed to fly under the Impala as they sped along the deserted high way. Dean's mind wandered back to the bunker as he watched the trees fly by him. His grip tightened on the wheel as Castiel's kiss still burned on his skin. Almost as if his lips still trailed down the back of his neck.

"Dean, are you even listening to me?" Sam's voice cut thought the haze.

"Yeah, yeah, of course" Dean replied shifting a little in the driver's seat.

Sam gave him an annoyed glance, "Sure you were," he said, "what is up with you lately, you are acting shady" he said.

Dean scoffed softly, "I am not shady, I'm fine," he said.

Dean parked the Impala on the curb outside the house of the last victim, "This is it," he said looking at the small 2 story house. It seemed like the picture perfect home. The boys both looked around trying to picture their lives if they had grown up somewhere like this. Dean closed the car door behind him a little harder than necessary before securing the button on the front of his blazer.

Once they knocked on the door and didn't receive an answer Dean glanced around him, "Keep watch," he said pulling his lock pick from the inside pocket off his jacket. Sam stepped blocking anyone's view on what Dean was doing.

It didn't take but a few seconds before the door swung open and they stepped inside. Instantly they were over whelmed by a rotten smell, "Is that sulfur?" Sam asked closing the door behind them. "I really don't think so," Dean said looking around at the family pictures, "Who ever said suburbia is safe needs to spend a week as a hunter," he muttered, "I'm gonna check out the kids room, you got the parents" he said heading up the stairs hoping the evade the smell but it permeated every room of the house. It seemed to get stronger with every step. "What the hell," he muttered and opened the door everything seemed to be in it's place. It was all too neat. In the corner the small bed laid disheveled. Dean knelt down, "Sam! Come look at this!" he called and pulled the bed out from the wall revealing a large black stain on the floor that seemed to be the cause of the smell. It was surrounded by rips in the carpet.

"Whoa," Sam said looking at what his brother had found, "Have you ever seen anything like this?" he asked.

Dean looked at the spot, "Yup," he said standing up, "Phoenix '99" he said.

"What was it?" he asked.

Dean shook his head, "I don't know, we never caught it, the killings stopped, almost like it had moved on," he said.

"That rules out vengeful spirit, I guess we will have to hit the books for this one," Sam sighed running his fingers though his hair.

Dean nodded, "Alright the Hotel is a few blocks you head back there, I'll get some grub and hunters helper," he said.

Dean returned to the hotel room, "Food, Sammy," Dean yelled knowing he was in the bathroom when he came in and the room was empty.

"Hello, Dean,"

Dean looked up after setting the food on the table and saw Castiel standing there, "Hey, Cas" he said glancing over his shoulder wanting to kiss him but knew the bathroom door would opened at anytime.

"I thought you could use my help," he said.

Dean bit the corner of his lip, "Yeah, we have no idea what the hell er are dealing with here." He said.

Castiel could see the indecision in his eyes. It brought a smile to his face as he stepped closer, "Careful, Dean, I think you might be addicted." He said

"Shut up," Dean said grabbing the back of his neck kissing him hard on the mouth.

It was like to piece coming together in perfect unison, they wrapped their arms around eachother as they lost track of time and place.

"Um, gross," Sam's voice came from behind them.

Dean moved away from castiel like he stabbed him, "Sam, I uh,"

"So this is what has been going on," Sam said finally putting all the puzzle pieces together in his head, "how long has this been going on?"

"Going on? Nothing is going on," Dean said quickly switching his stance from arms crossed to hands on his hips back to crossed across his chest shifting his feet slightly.

"Really?" Sam asked with an amused expression, it wasn't often anything made Dean squirm, "So I didn't just see you with your hand on Cas' ass?" he asked.

"I was, uh," Dean scrambled for the right words.

"Dean," Castiel finally spoke up, "Why are you still trying to hide it? I thought you were going to tell him any way,"

"In my own time, not like this," he said, "I need some air," he said leaving the room quickly.