Well, heres the second part of the plan. I hope you enjoy it! Please review.

~o~

Dean sat on the motel bed staring at the bathroom door. Something seemed a little off. Dean looked around the room. There was another bed, but no Sam. The blankets were softer than they were yesterday. Actually Dean didn't remember waking up. He did remember going to bed…Then it clicked.

"I'm dreaming," he said to himself.

"Dean, are you sure about this?" a muffled voice came from the bathroom, "I look ridiculous."

Dean grinned; he was going to love this dream, "I'm sure you look fine babe," he said. "Come on out."

There was a moment of silence before the bathroom door slowly opened, and what Dean saw shocked him more than anything he had ever seen…and he has seen a lot.

Castiel stood in the doorway wearing a cheerleader's uniform. The short skirt cut off at the middle of his thighs, and the top revealed his smooth, tone stomach.

Dean's eyes travel up and down the angel. "Wow," he said. Why was he dreaming about Cas in a cheerleader's uniform, and more importantly, why was he so turned on by it? Sure the guy was hot and all, but it's not like Dean wanted to have sex with him…Okay maybe he'd thought about it a few times, but hey, who could blame him.

His breath hitched as Castiel moved forward, his hips swaying with every step. As he straddled Dean's waist, he bit his lip and hesitantly whispered, "Want do you think?"

Dean's dick twitched. "I-I love it!" he said placing his hand on Castiel's knee and slowly dragging his finger tips up his angel's thigh, stopping at the skirt.

Castiel shivered, "Dean," he breathed before leaning close and claiming the hunters mouth.

Dean stiffened for a moment before melting into the kiss. When he felt Castiel's tongue lick across his bottom lip he eagerly opened up to him. They both moaned at the sensation of their tongues moving together.

"I love you," Castiel said as he broke the kiss.

"I love you too, Castiel," Dean panted.

Castiel grinned as he slid off the bed and on to his knees.

Dean spread his legs, and Castiel moved between them. "Cas," he breathed as Castiel squeezed his thigh.

"Are you hard yet Dean?" Castiel asked. His voice was low and rough causing Dean to shudder.

Castiel kept his eyes locked with Dean's. "Answer me Dean," he said standing up and placing a hand on Dean's right shoulder, pushing him back until his back hit the mattress.

Dean looked down as Castiel pushed a knee in between his legs, the skirt slowly rising to reveal more of his skin.

"Look at me Dean," Castiel whispered into his ear.

Dean looked into Castiel's eyes. They were dark with lust and want, but there was a spark of light in them. The light made Dean feel safe and loved.

Castiel smiled before pushing his knee forward into Dean's crouch.

Dean's back arched. "Mmhm," Castiel hummed, "you're hard already, and I've barley touched you," he teased. "Is the outfit that much of a turn on?"

Dean nodded. "Have you seen yourself?" he said grabbing Castiel's hips and flipping them over. Dean leaned down and kissed Castiel's neck, lightly biting and sucking as he moved his hips against Castiel's.

Castiel grabbed the back of Dean's neck and moaned, "I want you, so badly."

Dean smirked against his angel's neck. He slowly kissed his way down Castiel's body, stopping to lick his stomach.

Castiel's breath hitched, "Dean!"

Dean moved back up to kiss him. It was slow and passionate. "Cas?" he said pushing the skirt up to drag his hand across the spanks Castiel was wearing.

Castiel moaned, "Yes, Dean?"

Dean smiled and kissed his angel's ear, "Will you marry me?"

~o~

Dean's eyes shot open "What?" he said as he sat up.

He shook his head. No. No. No! he thought. He does not want to marry anyone, especially not Castiel, Angel-of-the-fucking-Lord.

He stood up combing a hand threw his hair. Sam's bed was empty and there was no sign of him in the room, thank God. Hopefully he was out getting coffee. Dean let out a breath as he looked down at the erection he knew was way more than just the typical morning wood.

"I need a very cold shower," he said, walking into the bathroom.

~o~

"Why are you going?" Balthazar asked "What do you see in that man?"

Castiel shook his head. "You wouldn't understand," he said looking down at his left hand. He sighed trying to make the pain in his chest go away as he took off his engagement ring. He held it out to Balthazar, "C-can you hang on to this for me? Please?"

Balthazar frowned, "Cassy." he said.

"Just take it!" Castiel snapped, not able to take the pain anymore. "Please," he said brokenly.

Balthazar sighed taking the ring from Castiel. He looked at the lettering inside, 'You will always be my Angel' was engraved into it. "I'm sorry Castiel," he said putting the ring in his pocket.

Castiel shook his head, "Don't be. This is my fault. I should of known it couldn't last."

"You'll get him back," he said. "So, are you going in the new outfit?" he asked with a smirk.

Castiel smiled, "Of course I am."

~o~

Castiel flew to the motel where Dean and Sam were staying, and felt his heart lighten when Dean looked at him.

Dean turned to the sound of wings. His eyes went wide when he saw Castiel's wardrobe change. He was in jeans that fit him very well; they didn't sag, yet weren't too tight. The sweat shirt was tight enough to outline his biceps. Dean never realized how young and muscular Castiel was…or rather, Jimmy was.

"Uh…Cas?" Dean said with worry in his voice as he tried to avoid eye contact.

Castiel knew this Dean was not use to how Castiel learned to act from the other Dean, so he stayed emotionless. "Hello Dean, Sam," he said.

Dean's gaze traced Castiel up and down discreetly, "What's up?"

"I was wondering if..." he paused and looked at the ground.

Dean's heart stopped; was there something wrong?

"If what Cas?" Sam asked.

Castiel sighed and looked up. "If I could stay with you and Dean until tomorrow?"

Dean and Sam shared a glace. "Umm…Okay. Everything alright, Cas?" Dean asked.

Castiel nodded "I…I just need a break from heaven." It wasn't a total lie; heaven was getting a bit stressful.

"Okay. Well, me and Sam were just about to go hit the diner down the street, wanna come?"

Inside Castiel was jumping with excitement, but on the outside he kept a straight face. "Yes, I would," he said following the brothers to the Impala.

"Sam, hop in the back," Dean ordered.

Sam frowned "What? Why?"

"Because you side seat drive," he said. "And Castiel knows how to stay quiet." He smiled at Sam before getting in the car.

Sam shook his head before getting into the backseat.

Castiel opened the door on the passenger side and got in. Dean stared at him with worry. Castiel never used the door; he always just popped into the car. Dean started to wonder if Castiel's mojo was fading again.

"You sure you're okay Castiel?" Dean asked.

Castiel looked at him. "I'm fine," he said with a small smile. Castiel mentally kicked himself, this wasn't his Dean; he wasn't use to Castiel laughing, smiling, or acting human. He was in a relationship with Dean for two years. It started right after Castiel saved Dean and Sam from Zachariah. Dean thought he was dead, and after that he never let Castiel go, always stayed in touch, always loved him.

Castiel didn't realize that he had a look of sorrow, but it didn't help ease Dean's nerves.

"Cas are you sure everything is ok?" Dean asked.

Castiel nodded not trusting his voice. He hated this. Living in the other world changed him so much. He understood more now, he felt things that he'd never felt before. He was so use to his Dean; holding hands, cuddling, kissing, fucking smiling! His face hurt from trying to keep a straight face, and all he wanted was a fucking hug, and Dean was a douche bag here.

Castiel was making himself angry now, his nails digging into his thigh as Dean pulled into the diner parking lot. He slowly got out of the car and walked toward the diner.

Dean walked in front of him his mind spinning with worry as Cas dragged his feet against the floor. They sat at a booth Dean let Castiel slide in before sitting next to him. "So, do you want to eat while your here?' he asked with a frown.

Castiel looked at the table. "If you don't mind I would enjoy eating again," he said.

Dean glanced at Sam then back at the slouching angel. "Castiel do you need to tell us something?" he asked "Like…is your mojo dying out again?"

Castiel sighed in frustration. Can't you just leave it alone? Ever! Castiel thought. "Dean I'm fine!" he said. "Although, in the short time I was human, I found that I enjoy delicious fucking food."

Dean choked a bit on his own spit at the curse word falling from the angel's lips. He felt his pants tighten, right around his crotch as scenes from his dream entered his mind. Dean cleared his throat. "Is there anything else you enjoyed while being human?"

Castiel tried to hide his smirk, "Well a hot shower would be nice," he said looking up with his same blank face.

Dean nodded shifting a little. "Okay, feel free to use the shower."

"Sorry for the wait!" A young blond woman said. "My name's Beth. What can I getcha, y'all?"

Dean gave her a charming smile. "Well Beth, I'd like a cheeseburger and a beer."

She blushed as she wrote it down. "And for you?" she asked looking at Castiel.

"Same, please," he said staring at the table.

Stupid bitch, he thought as his body stiffened, and he sat up straighter in a more protective position.

Dean winked at her as she walked away.

Sam lightly kicked him and motioned to Cas.

Dean looked over and frowned at how angry Cas looked. For some reason Dean felt as if he was the reason for Castiel being so unhappy. Without thinking he moved closer to the angel.

Castiel looked at Dean who gave him a small smile.

Castiel looked at the table and went to twist his engagement ring like he always does when he's nervous, only to remember he'd given it to Balthazar.

Castiel would have never noticed his food being placed in front of him if it wasn't for Dean being his charming self and making the waitress laugh. Castiel winced at her high pitched squeaking.

Castiel clenched his jaw as Dean winked at her before she walked away.

"What?" Dean asked Sam who was shaking his head.

"Can't you keep your dick in your pants for one day?" he asked.

"Sam if your brother has some…sexual frustration, he should be able to deal with it by picking up a young girl," Castiel said.

Dean gave a cocky grin, "See? Cas gets me."

"But I do ask that you be careful," the angel said.

Dean looked at Cas and asked, "What? You think I can't take care of myself?"

Castiel looked him in the eye. "There is no doubt that you can handle yourself," he said. "But I'm afraid that I'm not completely sure if my powers will be able cure your diseased genitals if you contract an STD," he said with a straight face.

Sam started to laugh as Dean's jaw dropped.

Dean turned back to his food; clenching his jaw he growled, "Shut up Sam!"

Sam wiped the tears from his eyes as he slowly calmed down enough to eat his salad.

"Can you pass the ketchup Cas?" Dean said.

Castiel was too focused on trying not to laugh at his own comment as he slowly passed the ketchup over to Dean completely forgetting about the plan. But it wasn't a waste.

Dean grabbed the ketchup and his hand landed on Castiel's. Dean jerked back as a shock of pleasure shot from his right shoulder straight to his dick. Dean groaned and rubbed his shoulder to keep himself from rubbing his crotch.

Castiel smirked quickly before forcing himself to frown. Of course! This was Dean's plan, he thought.

Sam looked at him brother with concern. "You okay?' he asked, "Did you fuck up your shoulder on the last hunt?"

Dean clenched his jaw. Don't say fuck, he thought, because all he could hear was Cas' gravely voice saying that word, and his dick gave another twitch. He looked at Sam and cleared his throat. "No! I-I'm fine," he grunted.

Castiel stared at him with a concerned look, "Are you sure?" he asked. "I can heal you if you want-"

"No!" Dean snapped. "I'm fine," he said before grabbing the ketchup.

They ate for a few moments in silence with Dean shifting every now and then.

Castiel slipped the thumb of his left hand into his mouth to lick away the ketchup that had dripped from his burger.

Dean jerked and groaned grabbing at his shoulder. He was throbbing in his jeans. What the fuck was going on?

Sam swallowed his food and asked, "Are you okay?"

Castiel turned in the booth, "You seem very uncomfortable," he said.

Dean closed his eyes; he didn't know if Castiel's voice was just that low because his mind was a little fuzzy or if the angel was doing it on purpose. He looked up at the angel and looked him up and down. The angel looked concerned, but there was a gleam in his eye, something sinister. Dean shook his head, having to resisting the urge to strip the angel then and there. "I'm fine," he said turning back to his food.

Castiel smiled to himself as they continued to eat.

By the time they left the diner, Dean was throbbing in his jeans. He walked in front of Castiel and Sam so they wouldn't see the obvious bulge. He drove faster then normal so they'd get to the motel faster.

"Dean!" Sam said when Dean opened the door their room.

Dean turned around. "Yeah Sammy?" he asked.

"I'm gonna get another room since Castiel is going to stay the whole night," he said.

"Oh, I could just sleep on the couch or the floor," Castiel said, not wanting to kick Sam out of the room.

Sam smiled at him, "No, no it's fine," he said knowing Cas felt bad. "I don't mind. I have to live with Dean on a regular basis so I'd love the time alone."

"Yeah, not to mention Sam snores really loud," Dean mocked. "Maybe with an angel I'll finally get some sleep." Dean unlocked the door leaving it open for Cas.

Sam rolled his eyes before giving Cas a small smile and walking away.

Castiel walked inside the room to find Dean sitting on his bed with a pillow in his lap. Castiel closed and locked the door. "May I use the shower?"

Dean looked at the angel. "Sure, go right ahead," he said watching as Cas closed the bathroom door.

Once Dean heard the water turn on he threw the pillow off and pressed the heel of his palm to his erection and groaned quietly. He's never been this turned on before, not even when he was a teenager.

~o~

Castiel knew this wasn't the right way to get Dean to fall in love with him, but he couldn't help himself. He stepped into the shower and let his left hand comb through his damp hair. He knew Dean could feel the pleasure, and he knew this was torturing his hunter.

He slowly slipped his pointer finger into his mouth and gently sucked on it. He smiled around his finger when he heard Dean groan in the other room. He swirled his tongue around his finger before wrapping his right hand around his hardening dick. He slipped his middle finger in next to the other and sucked on them both as he moved his hand up and down his erection rubbing his thumb over the tip.

~o~

Dean groaned has he felt another bolt of pleasure hit his already throbbing cock. He laid back against the mattress. He was so close already as he unbuttoned his jeans and forced the zipper down. His back arched as an invisible pressure wrapped around his dick. He moaned, "Cas!" He slapped a hand over his mouth as visions of his dream entered his mind. He was so going to hell for getting off while thinking of an angel.

His hips bucked as the pressure got tighter. His breath was coming in fast pants as his hips bucked uncontrollably, "Cas!" he shouted as his orgasm ripped through him, and his world went white.

~o~

Dean had quickly changed his clothes before Castiel was finished with his shower. When Castiel stepped out of the bathroom Dean was shocked by Castiel's pajamas.

The angel was wearing very loose sweat pants that hung low enough for Dean to see his hip bones. His shirt was long sleeved and clung comfortably to his skin, and outlined his biceps and chest.

Dean licked his lips. "Did you have a nice shower?" he asked walking over the table and grabbing two beer bottles.

"Yes," Castiel said taking the bottle Dean offered him. "Thank you" he said.

Dean sat down on the small couch motioning for Castiel to join him. He took a sip of his beer as the angel sat next to him. "So what's going on up in heaven?" he asked.

Castiel sighed, "Raphael. He has organized an army of angels who believe that your world should end, and they're trying to kill those of us who don't."

Den nodded, "So you're being hunted."

"Yes. All we need to win the war is more soldiers, or more power," he said taking a sip from his bottle.

"At least the apocalypse doesn't include Lucifer," Dean said.

Castiel frowned, "What do you mean?"

Dean looked at the angel, "Cas. Lucifer's a dick. He wouldn't help either of you he'd just kill you," he said.

Cas shook his head placing his beer down on the coffee table before standing up and walking across the room, "You don't know anything about my brother Dean," he said.

Dean placed his bottle down walking over to the angel. "Cas, what are you talking about?" he said. "Lucifer killed you once already, how can you still call him your brother?"

Castiel glared at him. "Lucifer only killed me because I was human!" he said firmly "He also understood that I was brought back once already, so the odds of me coming back were high!"

"Cas. Calm down," Dean said "Lucifer's not even an angel anymore, he's Satan," he said.

With out thinking Castiel hit his left hand against the wall. Dean cried out, his shoulder throbbed in a cruel pain that caused him to fall to his knees.

Castiel stood in front of the hunter. "Don't ever compare my brother to that disgusting rat!" he shouted. His voice became low and threatening, "Satan and Lucifer are two very different beings!" he said before disappearing.

~o~

So, First time writing smut, what do you think? Thank you for being patient and I hope you review.