A/N: Maybe this will help tide you over for a while. Finally, a use for the M rating, aside from language. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.

Maybe next time, I'll think of something witty and insightful to say. For now, I shall get back to my NaNo.

Dean sighed, and walked towards Cas, figuring he'd help him get his pants off, and tuck him into bed. He reached down, and unbuttoned the top button, and managed to work the fly open. He bent lower, and pulled off Cas' shoes and socks, before finally pulling off the offending jeans.

"There, Cas. How's that?"

He laid there with his eyes closed, and a contented smile on his face. "Mmmmbetter."

Dean smiled at Cas, helping him fully into the bed, arranging the blankets around him.

As Dean tucked him in, Cas grabbed hold of him arm, and pulled Dean down onto the bed with him, wrapping his arms around his body.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh."

Cas planted a sloppy drunk kiss on Dean's lips. Dean was kind of shocked and tried to back away, but Cas just hugged him tighter.

"Noooo. Mine."

"Cas, don't. You're drunk. You don't know what you're doing."

"Mmmmyours too."

"What?"

Dean didn't understand, but that didn't stop Cas. Cas went in for another sloppy kiss, but Dean didn't fight this time, letting himself give in.

Cas broke the kiss. He began having an epiphany. "You... you peed on m- my door."

"Yeah, I know. I cleaned it up, too. You made me, remember?"

"You said... you ssssaid you were mark- marking your terri- terri- tory. Keeping all the o- other boys away."

Dean was getting defensive. "I was drunk, Cas. Like you are now." He regretted the whole incident, and he regretted telling Cas why he did it. Cas wasn't supposed to figure it out, though.

Cas' eyes grew wide. "You did it on pur- purpose."

Dean just growled a bit. "Shut up, Cas." He leaned forward and kissed Cas into silence. He crawled the rest of the way onto the bed, and straddled Cas' legs, trying to get comfortable.

Cas hummed happily, hips arching off the bed as he tried to pull Dean closer. Dean let his weight fall onto Cas and continued his kissing.

Dean let his hands trail up and down Cas' chest, daring to dip his hands underneath his shirt, and explore his heated flesh. Cas moaned a bit, and ran his hands through Dean's hair, seemingly pulling him even closer, kissing with some kind of fevered passion.

Dean broke the kiss and sat up, smiling down at Cas. "Let's get this shirt off you."

Cas lifted his arms up over his head, his eyes begging Dean to pull the shirt off him, which Dean obliged. Dean paused and took in the sight of Cas laying beneath him, squirming, all hot and bothered. He couldn't help lavish in the moment. He smiled again, and dove back down, targeting Cas' jaw and neck, drawing out some interesting sounds from Cas.

Cas started fidgeting with Dean's shirt, tugging at the hem of it, obviously trying to pull it off of him. Dean slapped his hands away. "Not yet, Cas."

Dean continued his exploration of Cas' skin, allowing his hands to wander down his exposed chest, feeling the ripples of his smooth skin as he passed down his ribs, eventually stopping at his abs. Dean broke the kiss to roll onto his side, staring down at Cas' face, and letting his eyes wander over his body. He let his fingertips tickle up and down Cas' abs, and loved the sounds that Cas made.

He started feeling a little daring, and let his hand wander further south, keeping a careful eye on Cas' face. He hand stopped at Cas' boxers, and he hesitantly ran a finger along the inside of the waistband. Cas moaned, turning his head to Dean, leaning forward for a kiss. Dean stopped him, smiling, lowering him back flat on the bed.

Dean let his fingertips travel a bit further south, dragging them across the outside of Cas' boxers, hesitating at the growing bulge straining against the fabric. He made a beeline and moved his hand down further, and found Cas' thighs, and ran his hands up and down the skin there, managing some whimpers out of Cas.

Cas grabbed Dean's shoulders, pulling him back on top of him, and went back to kissing him. Dean wasn't too surprised. He wouldn't have that much patience if the tables were turned. Dean let himself melt into the kisses, feeling Cas run his hands up and down his back. He won't admit he let out a contented sigh, though. Not at all.

Cas arched his back again, and started to grind into Dean's leg. Dean could feel how turned on Cas was, but was a little hesitant to do anything else. It's not that he didn't know what to do, girls have done it for him all the time... It's that he's never done it for a guy before. He's never really wanted to. The only cock he's ever touched was his own... Repeatedly. But looking into Cas' eyes, he figured he had to let the hesitation go. He could do it, because Cas really wanted it. He really, really wanted it. And he would never admit to wanting it himself.

Dean deepened the kiss, grinding himself into Cas' thigh. Cas must not have been expecting it, because he let out a surprised squeak into Dean's mouth. Dean broke the kiss and laughed a bit, smiling. Cas let his hands wander down Dean's back, and eventually settle on his ass, pulling Dean's hips down, almost forcing Dean to grind into him even more.

He as staring down at Cas, who was staring back up with the look of pure lust in his eyes, and Dean wasn't sure what came over him, but next thing he realized, his hand was cupping Cas' erection through his boxers, and Cas was gasping.

"Is this okay, Cas?"

"Yesss. Please."

"You sure?"

Cas pulled Dean's head down, and kissed him, grinding up into Dean's hand. That was a yes.

Dean slipped his fingers into the opening of Cas' boxers, feeling the heated skin waiting for him. Cas shuddered beneath him, his breath hitching. Dean wrapped his fingers around Cas' dick, hoping he wasn't going to mess something up. He hesitantly started moving his hand, sliding it up and down the length. Cas helped out, by thrusting his hips up into Dean's grasp, and biting onto Dean's bottom lip.

Dean couldn't help but smile at the thought of Cas coming completely undone beneath him. He squeezed Cas a bit harder, and heard another moan escape from his mouth.

Cas quickly grabbed Dean's arm, stopping him. "Dean, wait... I'm gonna..."

"What? Dude, already?"

"I'm gonna..." Cas pushed Dean off of him, rolled out of the bed, and ran for the bathroom. Dean could hear him retching from the room.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean crawled off the bed, and went to help Cas.

Dean found him laying face-first in one of the toilets, crying.

"You okay, buddy?"

"Noooo."

"Let's get you to bed. I'll get some water for you, and some Tylenol. And you'll feel all better in the morning."

"I don't wanna... You think I'm gross."

"Oh, shut up, Cas." Dean picked the poor guy up off the floor, flushing the toilet for him. He helped him over to the sink, and cleaned up his face, and ran some paper towels under some cool water, placing it on his neck. "You'll be fine in the morning." He placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Dean helped Cas back into his room, and into his bed. He fetched him a glass of water, and some Tylenol, making sure he drank something so he didn't get dehydrated.

"Just go to sleep, Cas."

Dean pulled the blankets around Cas, tucking him in.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, man?"

"Can you st- stay with meeee?"

Dean hesitated, looking around the room. Looking anywhere but at Cas. "Sure. Just let me get my blanket and pillows for the floor."

"What? N- No. My bed."

Dean fought the smile trying to spread. "Oh... Well, yeah, I guess. Are you sure?"

"Please?"

"Okay." Dean turned off Cas' lights, and stood at the edge of the bed, not sure how he got to this point, but he didn't really mind it.

Dean slipped off his pants, and his shirt, and climbed in with Cas, making sure Cas was facing the door in case he need to throw up again. Cas backed into Dean, until Dean was spooning him, grabbing Dean's arm, and wrapping it around his waist.

"Night Deanie."

Dean just smiled. "Night Cas."