Alrighty kids, I know a lot of you have probably been waiting for some sort of sex scene...so here's a little present for you.

Castiel's POV

I couldn't believe my ears. Chief Crowley had actually said that I could keep Dean.

Keep Dean? Well, it isn't like he's a lost puppy, but Sam and Dean could stay with me. At least for a bit longer.

To be honest, I think I was so lonely before. No one to share my horror collection with. No one to cook breakfast for. No one to watch my TV or hog all the blankets.

Not that Dean hogged the blankets. He just kind of rolled a lot in his sleep, coiling the blankets around him like a poised spring.

And there would be more of that to come. I felt my heart thrum and my mind race with utter excitement and glee. I had nothing to hide anymore.

I could actually feel good about what I was doing to help Dean, without all that excess guilt.

I watched as the 18-year-old runaway departed the room. The way his hips buckled minutely, with every step of his crooked bowlegs.

His ass bobbed in his worn jeans, his shoulders bent back with the muscles in his arms.

His tall, thick body moving like a snake through desert sand.

And then I realized I had gotten so excited over the idea of spending more time with the brothers I'd actually gotten a hard-on.

Like sometimes when tweens get really excited the just can't help but get hard. It just sort of happens.

But I am no 11 year old boy. However, I couldn't help but feel even more adrenaline pump through my body as I thought of Dean and I together at night, in my bed, I'd lay him down and…

Fuck.

I may have underestimated the surge of wanton that comes with an excitement boner.

I was so blown out and enthralled I ran after Dean, snatching his elbow in my hands and snatching him away, pulling him toward the bathroom.

He yipped at first, spinning around to find who had a hold of him.

He noticed it was me, and laughed.

Then he saw my expression and began to sweat.

He gulped as I pressed him against the bathroom wall, staring into his eyes without a word being exchanged.

His eyes searched all over me, scanning with a mixture of confusion and full-out exhilaration. He licked his lips and his eyes fell on the bulge of my erection inside my work pants.

"Jesus, Cas.." He breathed, his fingers curling into the front of my shirt. His fingertips digging against my breastplate.

"I don't know what's wrong with me." I chuckled out, shaking with my own breath. He looked up at me, his pupils swollen around those green pools.

"What happened earlier?" He asked, his hand travelling down my body, a touch of fright hitting his face as he touched the cool buckle of my belt.

"Earlier when?" I shuddered out, placing my hands on either side of him to steady myself. He seemed even smaller now, he may have been physically shorter, but in build he had me beat. He was muscular and broad-shouldered. I was fit more like a track runner.

His fingers closed around the buckle, stilling there, my stomach churning from every ounce of his touch.

"When you went to the Captain's office earlier." Dean gently pulled me closer by my waist, his other hand meanwhile unknowingly crushing my chest against his knuckles.

"Oh," I answered, letting my body hover just above his, staring down into his eyes and smiling, because that conference had gone very well.

"It was just, well they had figured out about you and your brother before you came here. Before Sam did." My words came out in small puffs of air, trying to be quiet and already being too horny to really use any energy elsewhere.

"Why is Sam here?" He asked, equally as hushed. I just smiled at him and let my hips fall down, just an inch more, my own erection gliding down against Dean's hip, bumping into his hand that rest on my belt. He simply hissed, sucking in air through his teeth.

"It's nothing," I pulled my hips back up, letting him feel me against him once more. "to worry about."

He sighed and pulled his other hand around my shoulders, his forearm bracing against my back.

"so earlier." He said, trying to keep his mind away from the fact that he was growing hard in his own jeans.

"It was just that those guys, Dean, are my brothers. That's what Crowley was talking about 'family hierarchy.' They made a bet on me. They'd had it figured out since the beginning. But they both lost." I explained, taking my hand and taking one of Dean's legs, hiking it up around my hip, permitting me access to his yearning cock.

He nodded, biting his lip and stitching his eyebrows together. He heard nothing of what I said. Well, he heard the words but he was too distracted to really focus on them just now.

"Cas." Was all he said, as my lips met with the warm skin on his neck. He let his head fall back, showing off the thick muscles in his throat just dying to be marked and sucked.

I couldn't help but find all of this a bit soon. I mean, Dean was just this boy I was supposed to take care of. What was I doing holding him against a bathroom wall?

I stopped for a moment, because I had acted on a complete impulse, preying on Dean like some perverted, desperate asshole.

He looked up at me, his eyes somewhat lidded, his hair tussled against the tiles, a bead of sweat forming in the place between his clavicle.

"What's wrong?" He asked, with a sleepy-sounding voice.

"I feel wrong.." was all I could say.

He was quiet for a few seconds after that. However, the strain in his pants didn't seem to dull.

"Why?"

"I feel like I'm taking advantage of you." I said, unable to look into those eyes.

He laughed then, scoffed and threw both arms around my shoulders, forcing me closer, forcing me to look into his face, his smiling beautiful face.

"Cas if you were taking advantage of me, and I didn't want you to, you think I'd just sit here and take it?" His grin sparkled like a thousand diamonds, his eyes the emeralds to match.

"I suppose not." I couldn't help but smile back at that beautiful man.

"Then go ahead." He said, his other leg popping up, hooking around my hips and dragging me directly against his swelling dick.

I stuttered, using one arm to hold up his legs, by folding under his ass, and the other braced against the wall behind him, I leaned forward, and we kissed.

One of the most common of the silent acts to show consent.

His warm mouth pulled me in. Although I was pretty sure he'd never had sex with another guy, he was no stranger to kissing.

His lips felt like fire and I couldn't pull away, I just wanted more of his sweet mouth.

Although, meanwhile Dean's hand had found my belt buckle again, it rested there for some time as our groins collided a few times.

The first time, Dean let out a sound I'd never heard before, from any person or animal, alike.

It was a mix between a cry and a moan, his throat catching the whine from leaving his mouth, the moan completely involuntary.

I could only chuckle. He'd definitely never done this with another guy before. And that somehow made this all a bit more fun.

However, he was no virgin, his hand quickly finding courage and undoing my belt.

The oxygen caught inside my throat, and I exhaled heavily through my nose, Dean smiled against my lips and pulled away just for a second to look at me.

The devilish fuck wanted to watch my face as his hand crept inside my pants, brushing over my cock and I had to try so hard just to keep myself from moaning, from begging.

"Thing is," Dean panted, his eyes that were previously glued to my own, shot downward, looked to his hand where his fingers took hold of me, grabbed my hardening cock without mercy.

I winced and could only move closer, get closer and be closer to Dean.

"I think I really like you, Cas." Dean whispered, looking up, and smiling, his cheeks flushed red from arousal and general sheepishness.

"I really like you too...Dean" I said. Of course I did. Maybe I hadn't let myself dwell on the idea…But the words couldn't have felt more right. If not incredibly terrifying and equal parts of fourth-grade-school kid lingo.

He smiled a bit wider as he noticed the heat I felt in my cheeks. I was blushing too. Fuck.

But as much as I wanted to let myself think about what we had both just said, I had a bit of a situation at the moment. Although Dean tried to hide his ecstatic face, there wasn't much room for hiding.

I brushed his cheek with my thumb, using the hand that currently held my weight against the wall.

He looked up at me and grinned, his fist twisting inside my slacks.

I groaned and leaned my head against his. I wanted to touch him, but both of my arms were preoccupied. Despite our position and how it would have looked to anyone on the outside, Dean was the one in control.

And that was magnificent.