A/N: Damn I'm on an updating roll today! My theater troupe goes camping without me for two days and I'm getting almost all of stories updated! So this chapter is short (again), but I've decided that I like it that way. So from now on you will be receiving mostly short, but more frequent updates so yay! Anyways did anyone else feel that Twilight was lacking a sex dream? Well here it is!

Honorable mentions go out to lilia, a Guest, Larkafree, and Maybaby34 for reviewing, you guys are friggin awesome!

P.S. This fic is about to ear its mature rating ;)

P.S.S. Sorry for any typos if you see any let me know so that I can fix them :)

Chapter 4: A Worse Day and A Wet Dream

Apparently I thought too soon because my day did get worse.

Once I got home I started making burgers. Things were going well; I had all the condiments ready and was starting to shape the patties when the phone rang. I answered with a sigh finding that it was Becky, who talked my ear off for the next twenty minutes about Chuck and the dance, instantly ruining my brief good mood. When I finally hung up my mind turned instantly to Castiel, contemplating what he had said. Exactly what the Hell had he meant by it would be better if we weren't friends?

Then it hit me; he must have read my feelings for him and not felt the same way. So naturally, not wanting to lead me on, we couldn't even be friends….because he didn't think I was interesting. And why should he? I went back to shaping my patties, my eyes beginning to sting- stupid onions and their delayed tear affect. I wasn't interesting and he was…Interesting and brilliant, mysterious, and beautiful, perfect, and…possible capable of lifting a full-sized van without breaking a sweat.

Fuck him then. If he couldn't see how awesome and attractive- scratch that I'm friggin adorable –I am then it was his loss! I would just finish my sentence here in Purgatory then move on to a nice college in California or…or Hawaii, marry a rich doctor, get a white picket fence, and live happily ever after.

Dad got home and we began eating our dinner in silence. About halfway through I decided to actually go to Seattle the weekend of the dance for authenticity reasons. "So, Dad, is it cool if I go to Seattle a week from Saturday? Get some new records and stuff."

Dad shrugged, "Don't see why you can't. You do know how to read a map don't you? Just in case you and your idjit friends get lost."

That got me to smile, "Yes, I know how to read a map. And I'm going by myself, so no idjit friends to get me lost."

"Alright, just be careful," He warned, sipping his beer. "Won't you be late for the dance though?"

"I don't dance," I sighed.

"Right…must get that from me."

I nodded and we continued our dinner in silence.

I went to bed early and was nice and comfortable, naked under my covers with my eyes closed when I heard a board creek. I sat up to see a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed. "Dad?" I asked, clicking my bedside lamp on. The light revealed that the person wasn't my ad, but Castiel Cullen. "Castiel?" I asked, crawling to the foot of bed, being sure that I kept my quilt pooled around my waist. "What are you doing here?" I looked at him closer and my eyes widened, "Why are youshirtless?"

"I had to come and see you, Dean," Castiel whispered, his voice low and gravely as he took a step closer to my bed.

"W-" My words died on my tongue as I looked down his body to see that he was sporting a raging hard erection, under his jeans, complete with a wet spot from where his cock was leaking pre-come. "How long have you been hard?"

"Long enough," He rasped and then his lips were on mine.

I gasped at the feeling of Castiel's plump, chapped lips against mine and although his lips would have looked perfect and amazing wrapped around my cock. I found myself sliding off of my bed, to my knees and opening the front of Castiel's jeans.

"Dean," He rasped, placing a hand on my shoulder as I finished pushing the last layer of fabric out of my way to reveal the most suckable dick I'd ever seen. "Dean," Castiel breathed, my name nearly sounding like a plea now.

"What is it, Cass?" I asked, the shortened version of his name sliding off of my tongue like butter off of a warm knife.

"I…I want…"

"You want me to suck your cock?" I asked as seductively as I could, giving his shaft a few lazy strokes.

"Yes, Ooh, God yes, Dean," He panted, "And I want…"

"Tell me," I whispered, my breath puffing out against the swollen head of his cock, causing a tremble to make its way through his body.

"I want your mouth on me, but I want you in my mouth as well."

I looked up to meet his clear blue eyes and the next thing I knew we were on my bed, I was laid out my back with Castiel hovering over my body, facing the opposite way. "God, you're cock is fucking amazing," I mumbled more to myself than to Castiel as I gripped the firm globes of his ass and guided his erect and pulsing organ into my mouth.

Castiel let out a porno-worthy moan and what he said next sounded something like, "I was just about to say the same thing," And them my cock was being engulfed, balls-deep in the warm heat that was Castiel's mouth.

I moaned around his cock, trying my best to focus on a steady rhythm and giving Castiel pleasure, instead of allowing my brain to melt into a puddle of my own pleasure. After a few more minutes of Castiel's shockingly skilled tongue and the feeling of him swallowing around my cock, I felt my orgasm building behind my naval. "Oh, Cass," I moaned, popping off of his cock to tongue the pre-come from his slit. He hummed his response around my cock and I lost it, "Oh, Cast-" The rest of his name turned into a guttural moan as I threw my head back against my pillows and released myself down his throat without even having a chance to give him proper warning. "Shit, Cass, I didn't mean to…Cass?"

"Dean?" I heard a voice that definitely didn't belong to Castiel. "Hey, Dean!"

I jerked and found myself laying stomach down on my bed with my face buried in one of my pillows. I turned my head in the direction of my name and saw my father in the doorway. "Dad?" I asked sleepily.

"Sorry for waking you," He sighed. "You sounded like you were having a nightmare or something, moaning and screaming about someone named Cast-" Dad's face turned red. "Never mind, have a good day at school."

I groaned, shifting against my bed and felt a warm stickiness in the front of my boxers. "Did I just fucking…?" I groaned again when I realized that yes; I did just have a dream about Castiel. Sure I'd dreamed about Castiel before, but I'd never dreamed about Castiel. Nope, humping my bed while dreaming about Castiel was a whole new thing. Great, just what I needed after yesterday; a friggin wet dream! And to make it even worse; my father knows that I just had a wet dream about Castiel!

A/N#2: I am very pleased with this, I've never written a wet dream before and I found that it was quite fun, because you can tweak a characters characteristics a bit without getting shit for it because it's a dream! Anyway let me know if you the reader enjoyed that as much as I did :)

Next chapter should be in a week or so, depending on how many reviews I get*wink wink*

Oh and fun fact for you Bella actually calls Forks 'Purgatory' in the book. How perfect is that!?