So I'm really sorry I didn't update this yesterday, but I took Benadryll, and passed the fuck out. Seriously, I took it at like 6 and slept until noon today, so...

Anyway, this chapter is pretty long, I think. It's over 4,000 words, so.. idk. Hope that makes up for it...?

Enjoy! :)

Castiel had actually showered, changed himself into something presentable, and attended his scheduled classes of the day before Dean had contacted him. He should have been grateful, really, that the other hadn't called earlier, as there wasn't a question in his mind of whether he'd skip classes or not.

He would.

On the other hand, however, he had spent most of the day disappointed. They had eleven days left to spend with each other, and this one had been nearly wasted. He'd convinced himself that Dean had had a similar debate to himself the previous night, and that he had actually decided he wasn't interested. Or maybe he had found someone else, and didn't want to hurt Castiel by seeing him. Or maybe he didn't actually like guys, and that sort-of kiss had freaked him o-

"Hey Dean," Castiel stuttered, finally responding to Dean on the other end of the line, a small laugh emitting through the speakers. He had been so thrilled at Dean's call, he hadn't even said a word.

"Hey Cas."

"Dean."

"Cas."

Silence.

Castiel pulled a face, and planted himself down on the bench nearest to him. His walk wasn't much longer, but he could only do so many things at once when his doubting thoughts occupied most of his focus. "Dean. You called for a reason?"

"Oh." A pause. "Yeah."

"…And that was….?"

"Oh! Wanna come over to my place? Or hotel, I guess?"

Castiel shifted on the bench, slipping his bag off his shoulders as he pulled his- Dean's jacket tighter around his frame. "Why the hotel?"

"Because it's cold, and I want to see you?"

Castiel smiled at that. So Dean was still interested. In some way, at least… "Yeah, sure. What hotel are you at?"

"The Hilton, but you need a key to ride the elevator to the top, so meet me at the front?"

Castiel nodded, though Dean couldn't see. "Yeah. I'll be there in, like, ten minutes."

Twelve minutes later found Dean pacing the lobby of the hotel. Why was Castiel so late? Did he not want to come? It had been more than ten minutes. Where was Cast- "Hey Cas."

Castiel smiled as he thanked the man holding the door for him, and made his way over to Dean. "Hey."

"You're late."

Castiel glanced at his wrist. "By two minutes."

"Still late," Dean replied, though he honestly wasn't too torn up about it. He grabbed Castiel's hand, and led him to an elevator, swiping his keycard once inside the cart. The doors slid shut, and they turned toward each other. Dean took hold of Castiel's other hand. "You were late."

"We've established this," he responded, a slight smile gracing his lips. "So, what're you gonna do about it?"

Dean stepped closer. "I could think of a few things."

Castiel inched in. "Oh really?"

Another shuffle. "Oh yeah."

Their bodies were pressed together, Dean's hands dropping Castiel's in favor of running his fingers up his arms, coming to a rest on the smaller's shoulders, thumbs brushing his neck.

With a deep inhale, Castiel was tilting his head up, Dean bringing his down in an almost too slow sot of motion.

This is gonna happen. This is gonna happen! I'm going to kiss him. Finally kiss him. It's been three days, and I'm still not over missing the opportunity Saturday night. I'm going to kiss him. Finally going to k- Ding!

Both men groaned, Castiel muttering a "Fucking elevator." under his breath as they stepped back from each other. Castiel stole back one of his hands, though let Dean keep ahold of the other as he led them down the short hall to his room.

He dropped his other hand as he rummaged around for his keycard, though Castiel just stepped closer to make up for the lack of touch. Dean didn't mind.

The flashing green light indicated the door was unlocked, and Dean pushed it open, stepping in, immediately slip off his shoes before moving farther into the room. Castiel did the same, and followed Dean through the oversized place.

"This is a hotel room?"

Dean grinned, turning around from the centre of the well-lit place, gesturing for Castiel to come closer. "My manager chose it. It works, though."

Castiel nodded as he made his way to Dean, eyes scanning over the entire place. Two large, off-white couches were placed in the center, closest to the wall which appeared to be made of solid glass. Across from that was a small kitchenette. A bowling lane was present toward the back of the room, along with what looked like a hot tub, though it could've just been a bath. Behind him was a hallway that Castiel could only assume led to the bathroom, and perhaps the bedroom, as there wasn't anything else out here.

"Wow," he mumbled, finally reaching Dean. A light touch on his neck had him snapping out of his awe-inspired daze. His focus was now on Dean, who appeared to be quite enamored with his neck, he singer's well-calloused fingers barely gliding across the long expanse of skin. Castiel tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck, and Dean stepped closer, thumb coming to rest on his adam's apple while his fingers continued to dance up and down, brushing against his jaw on occasion. He swallowed hard.

Dean stepped closer, Castiel's bicep now pressed against his chest. His fingers glided to the other side of his neck, hand rotating to push his thumb under Castiel's jaw, keeping his head tilted to the side. He leaned in even farther, bending his neck down.

Castiel released a shaky exhale as Dean's lips pressed to his neck. They were warm, and soft, and every bit as gentle as Castiel had imagined them to be. He closed his eyes as the moved away, only to come back just a bit higher up. Soft, warm pressure, hold for a few moments, then move up. He continued that movement up to Castiel's jaw, stopping right by his ear.

"Come with me," Dean whispered, hand dropping from Castiel's neck, sliding down his shoulder and chest while the other took hold of his hand. The singer gently began to tug Castiel, walking backwards to his destination, and Castiel followed blindly. He stood close to Dean, lost in the other until he noticed Dean had brought him to the bedroom. He stilled. No. Not yet. God, not yet.

"Dean, I can't do this, not yet…"

"We're not going to do anything," Dean whispered, reaching out to wrap an arm low around Castiel's waist, pulling him closer, their chests nearly flush. "I promise, Cas."

Castiel nodded, once again allowing Dean to lead him. He couldn't deny the relief he felt course though his body when Dean passed up the bed, though he couldn't help but wonder where exactly Dean was leading him. That thought left his mind as the other came to a stop, and wrapped his arm securely around him. Oh that's nic- what are you doing?

Dean had begun to turn their bodies around, brining Castiel to face where they had just come from, with Dean directly in front of him, arms still around him. He began to dip Castiel, and the dark-haired man immediately brought his arms up to wrap around Dean's neck. He calmed down once he felt something solid beneath him, and let his body relax as he was laid down on a cushiony surface. He was about to ask what Dean was doing, but the other slid up, placing a kiss on his nose before pushing himself up, and turning to disappear into a side room.

A confused stare was present on Castiel's face as Dean disappeared, though it was gone just as fast as it had appeared when he heard rummaging around, and a few muted snapping clasps. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, taking note that he was currently on an oversized octagonal ottoman, similar in shade to the leather jacket he had on. Speaking of… Castiel shimmied himself around, gracefully sliding Dean's jacket off his shoulders, placing it on the coffee table a foot away just as Dean reemerged from the room with a grin on his face, and a guitar in his hands.

Wait what?

"I'm gonna teach you how to play," Dean explained, catching Castiel's expression, which was currently a mix of confusion and slight annoyance.

"Really?"

"Mhm," Dean nodded, placing the guitar in Castiel's slender hands before walking around the ottoman, taking a seat behind him. "You took off the jacket."

"I had a feeling it was about to get pretty warm in here."

A soft chuckle came from behind him, and soon, a body was pressed against his own, legs coming to rest on either side of his own. He was right. A flush crept its way up his neck, tinting his cheeks red in a matter of moments.

"Alright Cas," Dean started, reaching around Castiel to point to certain parts. He plucked the smallest string. "This is high E, or your first string." He plucked the one above it. "This is string 2, or B." He continued on as such, pointing to and plucking each string, explaining them to the beginner. "…And this is low E, or s-"

"There are two E's?" Dean nodded, and Castiel could feel his cheek brush against his own. "The fuck kind of instrument is this?"

Dean actually laughed at that, stomach rising and falling in short bursts. Castiel found it surprisingly relaxing. Dean began to explain frets, and Castiel listened intently, perfectly content to listen to Dean talk about how to play all day. Alas, that couldn't happen.

"Alright. So you remember when I showed you G chord?" Castiel nodded. "Good. Play it."

Castiel stilled. "…Play it?"

"Mhm. Like, strum it."

Castiel nodded, and moved his wrist to where Dean had showed him. He repositioned the pick in his fingers a few times, before dropping it down across the strings. The pick fell between each one, striking it hard and pulling it down until it fell onto the other. It sounded awful.

Dean just laughed, and Castiel pouted. "I told you this was a bad idea."

Dean just shook his head between laughs. "No, you're just new. Here-"

Gentle hands came up to cover Castiel's, one sliding down to hold the wrist pressing on the strings just a little too hard. He relaxed them considerably at the touch. Dean pulled Castiel's other hand away from the instrument, adjusting the pick in his hands to sit at a better angle before moving it back to its original position. Castiel adjusted his hand under the other's, and Dean waited a moment before gently stroking their hands down, then back up, repeating it a few times to form a rhythm.

He paused after a minute, releasing Castiel's wrist, but only to change the position of his fingers on the strings. Once his grip had returned, he began strumming their hands again, forming a new rhythm from the one before.

Castiel got brave after a while, and steeled himself before switching his fingers to yet another chord Dean had showed him. It was an awkward shift for him, but Dean didn't miss a beat, and Castiel could practically feel the smile coming from the man behind him as he once again switched chords.

They continued the makeshift tune, subconsciously moving closer to each other until Castiel's grip on the strings began to loosen, and Dean's strumming fell out of rhythm.

Castiel shifted, and glanced at Dean, whose chin was resting on his shoulder, eyes locking on Castiel's. He scooted closer just as Castiel moved back, their bodies pressed together as they turned toward each other, moving in. Their eyes drifted close, and Castiel's lips parted slightly as he felt Dean's warmth against his cheeks, and suddenly a lot wider as he felt the solid wood in his fingers begin to slide and rotate at a rapid pace.

He snapped himself out of his trance, hopping away from Dean as his fingers tightened around the neck, raising his arm to prevent the guitar from smacking on the ground. He let out a shaky sigh of relief as the base skirted an inch above the solid floor, and he turned to Dean. "I saved it."

Dean nodded, and Castiel stood up. He placed the guitar on the musician's lap, and rubbed the back of his neck once. "I'm, uh… Bathroom," he offered as an explanation as he moved out of the huge bedroom.

Once out of sight, he scurried to the bathroom. He clicked the lock behind him, and flipped the faucet on, letting the water run for a few moments before cupping his hands under it. He dropped a few handfuls before bending down, spreading the water over his face. He took a deep breath, and did it again. Exhale. Once again. Inhale. He continued until he was sufficiently calmed. He flicked the faucet off, and took his time patting his face dry.

He rested his hands on the cool granite, taking well-timed breaths as he studied his reflection. That was too close. Too soon. A sexually charged, anticipated kiss couldn't have ended well. They were in Dean's bedroom for fucks sake! What was he expecting? He couldn't do this with Dean. He couldn't. The man was a rockstar! He smacked his hands on the counter, looking down and muttering. "He's too good for me. A sweet, hot, sexually attractive rockstar interested in… well, me?" He shook his head. "Of course he wants sex. He's just not gonna ask for it. He's too nice. And I can't give it too him. I… can't..." He took a look at himself in the mirror again before stepping to unlock the door.

"I should just go," he muttered to himself, taking one last look around the enormous room, confirming his thoughts before checking he had everything. He began to move toward the door when the suite filled with a soft song. Castiel paused to listen, his heart filling with… something new when he discovered the sound was coming from Dean's room.

He changed direction quickly, and silently made his way to the source of the music, pausing right outside of the cracked open door. He leaned around the frame to look in, and the sight was something spectacular.

Dean was lit up with something that only appears when one is doing something they love, hid body held higher, beautifully sung words flowing out as his fingers glided across the strings. He was illuminated by the golden glow of the starting sunset flowing through his windows. His eyes were closed, and Castiel couldn't stop himself from slipping into the room.

He leaned back against the wall, eyes never leaving Dean as he sung the song. It was familiar to him, though it sounded so different from the other times he had heard it. It finally registered that Dean was playing an acoustic version of one of his own songs. Castiel's lips parted in awe, his mind following the lyrics as Dean sung them out. Nothing could possibly sound better.

He had to physically restrain himself from whining as the song came to an end with a final strum. the room was bathed in silence, and Castiel was the first to break it. "That was beautiful."

It was Dean's turn to be startled. His eyes flew open, and his head tilted up, catching Castiel's gaze immediately. He shook his head. "I was just fucking around."

Castiel pushed himself off the wall, making his way to Dean. "It was one of your songs, right?"

"Yeah," Dean replied, shifting to lay the guitar on the end table, the leather jacket right beside it.

"Why don't you ever play it like that?"

"How do you know I don't?"

"Because if you did, there'd be videos of it on youtube, full of screaming girls."

Dean rolled his eyes, and Castiel came to a stop in front of him. "Because it was made to be… not that. This version wouldn't sell. All of my fans want…"

"They want you, Dean. They'd love it. They love you," Castiel finalized, reaching down to grab Dean's hands, which had been busy fiddling around in his lap.

The singer offered a closed mouth smile, and complied with Castiel's hands, which were currently trying to pull him up. He stood, and Castiel tugged him closer. He wrapped his hands around his neck, and Dean slid his around Castiel's waist. They pressed together, and Castiel tilted his head up as Dean dipped his down. They were so close, their noses brushing together. Castiel could feel Dean's breath against his lips, and he parted them in anticipation. Just a little bit closer, and they would fina- "I'm back with food!" James called from the front room, the door banging shut behind him.

Both of the men let out quiet groans, distancing their bodies, though their hands immediately found each other.

James had brought back- wait for it- burgers. And pie. Apparently Dean couldn't get enough of either, and Castiel had a hell of a time listening to James' story dubbed 'The Great Burger Mission of 2012'.

"And the man at the barbecue gave me the most horrifying expression I've ever seen in my life as he handed over that fucking hamburger! I still have a scar from where that goose bit me!"

Castiel was red in the face by now, tears pricking at his eyes, what was left of his food discarded on the plate in front of him. Dean was sitting beside him, a hand rubbing his back as he tried to calm him down. "Cas, babe, breathe."

Castiel took a few deep breaths. Holy fuck imagine if a goose was chasing you! I wonder if things like this happen a lot. I wonder what it's li- wait. Babe? Castiel sat up a bit and looked at Dean, his face still red, though he was calming down considerably. Dean hadn't seemed to notice the slip-up, or he just didn't care, but his eyes were locked on Castiel's, emerald eyes glinting with joy, the gold flecks in them more apparent than ever.

He was gorgeous. Castiel sat up, and Dean's hand slid down his back, coming to a stop in the small, his hand covering the small sliver of skin exposed from where his shirt had tugged up. Castiel didn't really mind. He took a look at the bit of food left on his plate, and reached forward to snatch a fry up. He held it up dangling it in his fingers, debating on whether or not he wanted ketchup, but a pair of lips were brushing against the tips of his fingers, and then his hand was empty. He stared in confusion for a moment before slowly turning to look at Dean, who currently had a smug smirk plastered across his face, jaw moving up and down as he chewed the fry.

"You stole my fry."

"Mhm," Dean confirmed, his smirk turning into more of a grin.

"I wanted it."

Dean swallowed. "So did I. I just beat you to it."

Castiel squinted at Dean, and took a census of the other's plate. Before Dean could even react, Castiel had grabbed one of Dean's frys, and popped it in his mouth, chewing it happily as he grinned at Dean.

"That was mine."

Castiel shrugged. "And now it's mine. What, you want it back?"

Dean smirked. "Nah." He eyed Castiel's plate, and the other took notice. Just as Dean began to reach for another fry, Castiel did the same, both of them grabbing from each other's plates, tossing the objects in their mouths.

They squinted at each other, and Dean made to reach for another, but Castiel grabbed his plate, holding it out to the side and away from Dean as he leaned in to try and grab from Dean's plate. He copied Castiel's motion, and pulled his plate away, though neither of them stopped trying to grab from each other.

When one of them reached for the other's plate, they'd take a fry off their own and eat it, and before long, it became a race to see who could eat their fries the fastest, without the other getting ahold of them.

The game continued for a few minutes until James cleared his throat, standing up, gaining the attention of the two men. They looked absolutely ridiculous, frozen in place with their plates held out to the side, and mouths stuffed full, a fry hanging out of Dean's. James couldn't hold back a laugh. "You two are like teenagers."

Both men turned toward each other, the motion looking almost comical, and both began to laugh internally, bodies shaking from what they had just done. Slowly, they began to swallow the masses of food in their mouths, allowing them to laugh freely. Castiel, leaned into Dean, laughing into his side, and Dean wrapped his arm around Castiel, burying his laughter into his hair.

"Idiots," James grinned, grabbing his plate along with the other's and leaving to the kitchenette to give the two some space.

The tub in the corner of the main room actually was a hot tub, and after some debating, both men had been changed into boxer shorts, Castiel borrowing a pair of Dean's and no he was not blushing because of it, thank you. They had found a movie to play on the huge flatscreen on the wall beside them, and had snuggled into each other's sides after shutting off the lights, Dean's arm around Castiel's shoulders, Castiel's legs draped over Dean's.

The movie was something ridiculous, and though they both tried to watch it, they continued to get distracted with each other. Dean would run his hand over Castiel's arm, watching the toned muscles shift under his touch, or he'd stroke his thigh, just to make to make him curl in closer, and Castiel would kiss at Dean's jaw to cause that small smile to make its way onto his face, or he'd drag his finger down Dean's chest, tracing random patterns into the water cover skin, making Dean tighten his hold around him.

The movie came to an end far too soon, and neither man wanted to pull away. Castiel had his head resting on Dean's shoulder when the other shifted, pressing a kiss into his hair. "Do you have class tomorrow?"

Castiel nodded, and so did Dean. "I should probably get you home then, huh?"

Yeah. Probably. But Castiel didn't want to leave. With a groan, he relaxed his body completely, and slid under the hot water. He came up a moment later on the other side, and turned himself around to face Dean. He smiled and leaned forward, reaching out to grab Dean's hands. He tugged Dean over, and the singer complied. Castiel moved back until he was sitting in one of the built-in seats, and he continued tugging until Dean was at his knees. He dropped the other's hands, instead grabbing his hips, pulling him forward and down once again, causing Dean to straddle his thighs.

The green-eyed man locked his eyes on Castiel's, and smiled gently shifting himself to rest closer and more comfortably. Castiel smiled back, and took a hold of Dean's hands, lifting them to rest on his shoulders as his own moved back to Dean's hips, rubbing small circles there.

Castiel's head dropped down, eyes roaming over Dean's body, admiring the nicely toned upper half, and he couldn't help but love the tiny bit of pudge on his belly. It was adorable. He smiled to himself, and Dean's hands slid up to cup his neck, thumbs pushing his chin up. They locked eyes again, and both smiled genuinely. Dean leaned in, resting their foreheads together.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey."

Dean brought his hands up to cup Castiel's face, moving in another inch. His thumbs stroked his cheekbones, and Castiel's eyes fluttered shut, thumbs stilling on the other's hips. His lips parted in anticipation once again, and a few moments later, Dean leaned in, pressing their lips together.

Oh wow. It was soft, and gentle, and sweet, and fireworks were exploding everywhere and Castiel wanted more. He shifted under Dean, holding his hips tighter as he broke the kiss, only to lock their lips back together a moment later. Castiel's thumbs began moving again a moment later, hands shifting to rub lower on his hips, though all he could focus on was Dean. The way his lips fit so perfectly against his, the way they shifted ever so slightly under Castiel's gentle guidance, how soft they were against his own slightly chapped ones, Dean's soft breaths that caused their chests to press just a bit tighter together as he inhaled, how his hands held him while they kissed.

Dean broke the kiss a minute later, and Castiel finally got a look at him. His cheeks were as flushed as his kiss-bruised lips, and his pupils were blown wide. Castiel assumed he looked the same.

The TV droned on in the background, though the two men were oblivious to it, lost in each other. Dean was the first to speak, his voice rough.

"I don't want you to leave."

"Good thing I don't want to."

Woah!

Like I said, long chapter, but who gives a fuck, right?

Right?

Anyway the song Dean was playing was Tyler Ward's cover of Somewhere With You. Check it out, I seriously love the fuck out of that cover. And I didn't use Jensen's cover of Angeles because fuck you that's why.

Uhh, I'd say anticipate the next chapter on Thursday, but I may be busy and shit, so Friday might be more likely? I don't know.

Well, I hoped you liked this! Let me know what you think in the comments or on my tumblr (blackwings-blackimpala)