Dean and Cas are 21

Dean's dad was sending him on a quasi business trip to pick up some car from the next state over. It would take all day to get there with the tow truck, then he'd have to stay the night and leave early the next day. He was completely dreading this, to make it worse Cas couldn't come because he had to work. It would just be Dean and the lonely road with an empty hotel room.

Cas was still asleep when Dean awoke to head out, he kissed the sleeping man's back.

"Mhmm," Cas hums, keeping his eyes shut.

"I'm leaving babe," Dean whispers.

"No," he whines, rolling over and grabbing onto Dean to snuggle back into him.

"Cas," he smirks, "Stop being so freaking adorable."

"Shh…Sleep now," Cas instructs.

"I can't," Dean sighs, wishing this didn't have to be so hard.

"Stay," he starts to languidly press kisses Dean's chest.

"My dad would kill me, babe," he tries to get out of his grasp.

"Fuck John," Cas sighs, kissing up Dean's neck.

"That's a mood killer," Dean slides away finally moving to get dressed as Cas pouts at him, "I'll call you tonight." He kisses the top of his dark head.

"You better," he warns, pulling the covers back up to sleep a little longer.

It was the longest drive of his life, the truck was uncomfortable and the thrill of the open road was left behind with his baby. It was miles and miles of nothing as he drove, wishing there was some kind of distraction. Dean arrived at the designated location, hooking up the piece of crap car and calling his dad on the way to the dinky motel where he'd be staying the night.

He took a quick shower, laying down on the bed in just his boxer briefs as he takes out his phone. It was almost ten, as he hit the speed dial for Castiel's phone.

"Hello?" Cas's deep voice rumbled through the speaker.

"Hey babe," Dean smirks.

"Dean."

"You taking a nap?"

"Not anymore," Cas deadpans. "How was the drive?"

"Horrible," Dean sighs rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling, "I wish you could have come."

"Yes, well…" he sighs, "It was another riveting day at work."

Dean chuckles, "Miss me all ready huh?"

"Your ego is astounding."

"That's not the only thing…" He smirks.

"What are you doing?" Cas wonders, his voice seeming to drop lower.

"Just laying on the bed," Dean shrugs, "They don't have free porn."

"Hmm…"

"What are you doing?" he swallows.

"Watching that porn you got me," Castiel smirks.

"The priest one?" Dean tries to swallow his surprise.

"It's… cataclysmic," he insinuates.

"Oh," he breathes, clearing his throat.

"What are you wearing, Dean?" Cas's tone becoming husky.

"Just my boxers… you?"

"Jeans," he breathes. "How's the bed?"

"Firm," Dean anticipates.

"I wish was there."

"Ya?" he breathes, lazily sliding his fingers along the band of his boxers, "You pound me into the mattress?"

"Mhhm," Cas confirms, "You might wake the other rooms."

Dean bites his lip, Cas's voice ten times sexier right now as he starts to stroke himself.

"You wouldn't be able to touch yourself because you'd be gripping the head board too tight."

"God," Dean groans, envisioning it as hi hand freezes, he licks a couple fingers to finger himself. "You feel so good, babe."

He hears Cas breathe heavily, "I slide in and out, faster and faster."

"Oh yeah."

"I'd lean over you, thrusting in deep and start to stroke your cock for you."

"I'd nip your neck and suck on your piercing," Dean breathes as he strokes his cock just like Cas said he would.

"Dean," Cas moans as he does what Dean said he would do if he was there.

Their words start to die out as they bring each other over the edge, listening to the faint noises and ragged breathing, until they're cumming.

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