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Dean slammed the door shut, leaning against it a tremor of fear and something else ran up his spine.

"I thought it was customary to let a friend enter through the door? Or perhaps you no longer see me as your friend," a deep voice murmured from the couch. Dean jumped, then his eyes quickly skimmed the room for any weapons he could use but his normal hiding places were empty. "I also thought it would be best if you did not have access to weapons," the voice continued. His hand gesturing to the small pile of guns and knives on the floor next to him. "Since we both know you cannot kill me, unless of course you've acquired an angel blade, and trying to hurt me with anything else would be a waste of your time."

Dean froze, staring at the man sitting on the couch. "Castiel?" he paused, "The angel," Dean continued as if it was needed to be said. "Is that really you?"

The angel stood up as lightening flashed outside, lighting up to room casting a huge shadow of his magnificent wings stretched out across the pale cream walls. "Does this answer your question?" he asked with a faint smile. "Or would you like some more proof?" Cas was clearly making a joke since the only other proof he had to offer would involve burning Dean's eyes out.

"So you're not a Leviathan?" Dean asked, a hint of panic in his voice, he stared into Castiel's eyes, just waiting for them to change from the evil of the Leviathans, but Cas's eyes were just sad. He felt so guilty for everything that had happened, it was all his fault and he should have known better but he had been completely deluded.

Cas sighed, "No, I'm not a Leviathan. Listen, Dean, I am so sorry. If you do not forgive me I shall leave and I'll never call you again. Or communicate with you in any way. If that is what you wish." Something clicked in Dean's head, the reason Sam had sounded so odd on the phone. It must have been his angel. The Winchester didn't know what to say.

He frowned, "That was you on the phone, right? Pretending to be Sam. Why?"

Cas shrugged, this was something he had learned from his hunter. When Dean did not want to answer a question he would just shrug as if it was a justifiable answer. And Cas certainly did not want to answer Dean properly, he didn't want his hunter to know that he, an angel of the lord, was utterly terrified that Dean would reject him if he asked for his location. He thought it would be better to talk face to face, and if Dean was angry to let him get his anger out. Castiel had honestly expected his hunter to be furious. To demand an explanation that justified what Cas did, but he got nothing of the sort. Dean just wanted to be sure that it was his Cas who had come back, not a leviathan using Jimmy Novak as a puppet while the angel pounded against the walls the Leviathan had set up to keep Castiel away from the steering wheel. Dean stared at his angel waiting for a real answer, a minuet had passed when Dean finally gave up waiting and sat on the motel bed, rubbing is forehead, trying to think of what else to say. He knew he should probably be asking Cas what the hell had happened, but he didn't want to, he just wanted to forget how the angel had broke down the wall in his younger brother's head while he was high on all the souls, not to mention the leviathans.

Dean looked up and jumped slightly with surprise. Castiel was inches away from him, his head slanted to the side with a worried look.

"Does you head hurt?" The angel asked, reaching his hand out pressing two fingers lightly against Dean's head, ready to heal any pain the man may feel. The hunter automatically leaned into the hand, sighing softly.

"Actually my head is fine," he whispered. As the angel removed his hand he brushed his two fingers down Dean's cheek and hesitantly along his bottom lip, then the angel stepped away quickly.

He was unsure of what to say, he'd never been very good in these situations. "So, how have things been?" He asked. He was pretty certain it was called small talk, though he couldn't be certain. He'd heard humans ask this before, and it always worked out well with them.

But this didn't work out well for him, Dean's eyes flashed with anger and he stood up suddenly, "How have things been? Really? I knew you were socially awkward and everything, Castiel. But this? How to you think things have fucking been? Shit! I lost Bobby, just after I lost my friggin angel!" he blushed as soon as he realized what he had said, he'd always thought of Cas as his angel, but he'd never said it out loud especially not to the angel himself.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I really am. I wasn't thinking and I didn't know what else to say." Castiel stared up at Dean with adorable puppy dog eyes, needing forgiveness. Before Dean could stop himself he took a small quick step towards the angel catching his face in his hands and pressing his lips roughly on Castiel's. The angel's froze utterly surprised by the mans lips moving desperately against his, begging for a response. He quickly forced the angel's lips open sliding his tongue inside, finally the angel started to respond to him.

Castiel slipped is hand under the Winchesters' shirt, scratching his finger tips along the muscles and listening to Dean's needy whimpering. The hunter broke the kiss panting and quickly pulled off the navy blue tie from around the angels neck, tossing it on the bed and setting to work undoing the buttons on Castiel's shirt, who growled impatiently at Dean's hands working too slowly to remove the item of clothing. The smaller man's jacket and white shirt was thrown on to the bed next to the tie. Castiel pulled Dean's lips to his again and they started kissing roughly, Dean chuckled at his angels eagerness and broke the kiss again, pulling his shirt over his head and allowing himself a long look at Cas's torso. His dick strained against the fabric of his jeans, and as much as he'd of loved to rip both of their clothes off and have his wicked way with the angel he knew he couldn't. It was the angels first time ever and it was his first time with a guy.

He quickly tipped Cas' head slightly to the side and started kissing down his neck forcing desperate moans out of the angel and making him grind his lower body against Dean. Dean moaned into his partner's neck from the friction he felt through his jeans and pulled the smaller man to the bed letting himself be straddled. Castiel pulled Dean's lips on his own boisterously, forcing them apart and quickly dominating the hunter's mouth with his tongue. Dean moved his hands up Castiel's back, pressing his fingers hard against the skin below Cas' shoulder blades. The angel gasped and trembled, his eyes rolling back into his head slightly. Grinding desperately against Dean's hard cock under his jeans. The hunter's eyes widened, he hadn't expected such a dramatic reaction.

As he was just about to try it again there was a loud banging on the motel door. The couple froze and looked at the door.

"Dean, open the door. Yeah?" they heard a loud voice yell through the wooden door. The oldest Winchester quickly pushed the horny angel on to the floor and jumped up.

"Shit, shit, shit. It's Sam." he muttered reaching to grab their clothes from the bed and floor roughly pulling the dark fabrics over his head and throwing Cas' shirt and jacket at him. "Put this on, and get up off the floor, you look...silly," he muttered breathlessly, because Castiel actually looked really hot, sitting on the floor, hair messy, shirtless and legs parted.

The hunter yanked open the door, and behind him he heard the angel get up quickly and put his clothes back on. "Hey Sammy, How did you know I was here?" he asked frowning, not opening the door fully in case he'd misheard and Castiel hadn't actually put his clothes on and was standing shirtless.

"Dude? Why are you wearing a tie?" Sam asked raising his eyebrows.