Dean woke up happy to see that Castiel's arms were still wrapped around him. He squeezed his angel tightly to let him know he was awake. Castiel smiled down at Dean, "Sleep well?"

Dean nodded his head against the angel's bare chest, "Like you wouldn't believe." He picked up his head to place a gentle kiss on Castiel's neck. Castiel's smile widened; he thought that he would regret his decision to fall in love with Dean, but right now all could feel was warmth throughout his body. He reached up, and ran his hand through Dean's hair.

Dean sat up and stretched his arms, feeling something krusty on his stomach. "God, do I need a shower," Dean said, as he slowly rolled out of bed and began walking towards the bathroom. Halfway to the bathroom, Dean stopped, and a small smirk spread across his face, "Why don't you join me, Cas?"

Dean turned and winked at his angel who was still lying in bed, now with a confused look on his face, "But, Dean, you specifically told me to not get in the shower with you."

Dean laughed as he walked back over to Castiel, and bent over to place a kiss on his lips, "I changed my mind." He grabbed the angel's hand, and led him to the bathroom.

Once inside, Dean turned on the water, and then spun back around to Castiel. Dean's hands went up to cup Castiel's face, stroking one of his cheekbones lightly with his thumb. Castiel wrapped his arms around the man's hips, pulling him in for a kiss.

Dean moved his hands down Castiel's body. Feeling Dean's fingers run along his torso caused Castiel to roll his hips into the man. Dean moaned into Castiel's mouth, as his fingers ran across Castiel's hipbones. Dean slid his finger tips into the sides of the elastic waistband, and pulled Castiel boxers off his ass, and let them drop to the floor. Then, he slid off his own boxers.

"Come on," Dean said smiling, as he pulled away from the kiss and lead Castiel into the warm water, pulling the curtain closed behind them.

The shower was small, allowing Dean to pin Castiel to the back wall without escaping the stream of water.

Dean rested his forearms against the shower wall on both sides of his angel's face, pressing all of his body against Castiel. Castiel looked up into Dean's bright hazel eyes with amazement, before wrapping his arms around the man and pressing his lips against his. Castiel eagerly pushed his tongue against Dean's lips, and Dean opened them just as eagerly. Castiel's hands slid down Dean's wet back, as their tongues intertwined.

Castiel bit at Dean's lips needily, as one of the angel's hands wandered to the front of Dean's body. Castiel lightly took Dean's dick in his hand, barely grazing the underside of his cock with his thumb.

"Cas," Dean quietly moaned as he kissed down the angel's neck, and the sound drove Castiel crazy. He understood now why Dean had asked him to say his name the other night.

Castiel nuzzled his face into the side of Dean's head, and groaned against his ear, "Say it again. Say my full name."

Castiel's voice was soft and needy. Dean pulled back to see an equally needy look in Castiel's blue eyes, and smiled, "Why don't you make me."

Suddenly, his angel's needy look turned into determination accompanied with a smile. Castiel tightened his grip on Dean's dick. Dean closed his eyes, and rested his head on Castiel's shoulder, relishing in the feeling of his angel slowly stroking him. Dean could put on a good front, but underneath, Dean was falling apart at the angel's touch.

Soon, Dean's cock was throbbing in Castiel's hand, he couldn't handle the slow pace any longer. Dean tried to get Castiel to speed up his movement by thrusting into the angel's grasp, but Castiel only slowed down more. Castiel was being a huge tease, and it was driving Dean crazy.

In response to the torment, Dean moved his mouth to Castiel's collarbone, and bit down on the sensitive flesh. Castiel let out a sharp moan, and reached a hand up to grab a handful of Dean's hair. Castiel jerked the man's head back, and gently kissed his neck. Before Dean knew it, he was the one being pushed against the shower wall.

Castiel moved his head back up to lock lips with Dean. When Dean's tongue entered the angel's mouth, Castiel grabbed it with his teeth, earning a whimper from Dean. He sucked Dean's tongue as he pulled away from the kiss.

Castiel smiled devilishly at Dean who could only manage a short smirk in between his labored breaths. Castiel's eyes shone through the running water, and it felt like they could burn a hole right through Dean.

Castiel moved to place a kiss in between Dean's collarbones, and each kiss that followed inched further and further done Dean's body. Dean closed his eyes and rested his head back against the wall, as both the water and his angel slid down his body. Castiel was on his knees now, and Dean knew what he wanted from his angel, but he needed to ask before getting his hopes up for a tease.

One of Dean's hands moved forward, and he began running his fingers through the angel's wet hair, "Cas, what are you doing?"

Castiel moved back so he could look up at Dean with the same lustful smile from before. The angel turn his face into Dean's hand and kissed his palm. Then, Castiel closed his eyes and sucked Dean's entire middle finger into his mouth. Dean tried to stifle his moans, while Castiel pulled away from his hand ever so slowly. Castiel looked back up to see Dean's needy face before pulling off of his finger.

Castiel just stared up at Dean, and waited. "Cas, please," Dean whimpered, he had never wanted anything so badly. Just imagining Castiel's mouth around his dick made Dean feel like he was about to come.

The angel closed his eyes again, and moved his lips to Dean's next finger. "God, please, Castiel," if Dean had to go through that one more time, he would have fallen to the floor of the shower.

Castiel stopped and a smile spread across his face. Hearing Dean say his whole name sounded just as good as he imagined it.

Castiel grabbed Dean's hip with one hand, and his dick with the other. Castiel placed a soft kiss to the underside of Dean's dick, feeling Dean's rapid pulse against his lips. Next, the angel pressed his tongue against his cock, and licked up to his head.

Castiel hesitated for a short moment before taking the head of Dean's dick into his mouth. The angel stayed like that for a while, simply swirling his tongue around Dean, and sucking gently. Dean fingers were writhing through Castiel's wet hair. The man was trying so hard not to push his dick down Castiel's throat. Dean threw his head against the wall as a deep moan ripped through him.

After spending a few minutes getting the feel of Dean's dick in his mouth, Castiel finally pushed his head forward, managing to fit a little more than half of the man's length in his mouth. Dean's grip on his angel's hair tighten, and Castiel continued to suck as he pulled back up to Dean's head.

"Cas..." Dean moaned, as he desperately thrusted his hips forward, craving more contact. When Castiel moved down on Dean again, almost reaching the base of his cock, Dean's eyes rolled back and his legs buckled from underneath him, causing him to slid down the shower wall.

Castiel managed to catch Dean under his arms before he hit the floor. The first thing Dean saw when his vision cleared were Castiel's frantic, blue eyes, "Dean? Dean!"

"Yeah," Dean said, grabbing Castiel's arms to stop them from shaking him, "It's fine. I'm fine.

Castiel let out a sigh of relief, but the concern didn't leave his face, "Do you wish to stop? I think you should go lie down."

Dean smiled at Castiel, "Nah, I'm fine."

Castiel returned the smile. Dean pulled his angel forward so that he was straddling him. Castiel wrapped his arms tightly around the man, and placed a kiss on his lips.

Dean held Castiel close to him, as he deepened the kiss, earning a moan from his angel. Dean smiled into the kiss, and slid a hand around Castiel's body, to grab his erection.

Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth more as the man stroked him. Castiel moved away from Dean's lips, and began kissing and biting his neck. Dean placed a kiss on his angel's temple, and grabbed his own dick in the same hand that was holding Castiel's.

Castiel rested his head on Dean's shoulder. The angel couldn't control the pace of his breathing, and his vision began to blur. The warmth of Dean's dick against his own was overwhelming enough, combined with the quicken pace of Dean's hand was indescribable.

"Hey," Dean's breathing was labored, but a lot more controlled than Castiel's, "You...okay?"

Castiel nodded against Dean's shoulder. The man smiled, and pressed another kiss into his angel's wet hair, before quicken the pace of his hand even more.

Castiel's nails dug into Dean's sides, causing the man to moan loudly into Castiel's ears and buck his hips. Soon Castiel was coming, and Dean was right after him.

The two of them just sat at the bottom of the shower, holding each other as they came down from their orgasm, letting the now cold water wash over them. Finally Castiel looked up at Dean and spoke, "I really don't understand why you wouldn't let me shower with you sooner."

Dean smiled at his angel, and leaned in for a soft kiss, "Me either."

After sharing a few more passionate kisses at the bottom of the shower, the two of them stood up, rinsed themselves off, and exited into the motel room.

Dean put on a pair of pants before lying down on the bed. Castiel copied Dean's action, and curled up beside him. He rested his head on Dean's chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing in his scent. In this very moment it was difficult for Castiel to remember a time before he met Dean, even if it was less than twenty-four hours ago. In one day this man had turned Castiel's whole world upside down.

Dean reached up to run his fingers through Castiel's dark hair. The words his angel had said earlier still bouncing around in his mind. Why hadn't he let Castiel get close to him up until now? The feelings had been there all along. At first Dean had thought it was just because Castiel had raised him from hell, but after a year the feelings were still there and stronger than ever. Regret soon filled Dean; if he never got back to the present, his Castiel would never know how he felt, but as he look down to the angel lying on his chest, he realized that he didn't know which Castiel was his Castiel anymore. Before Dean could think on the subject any further, he heard a rattling coming from the door.

"What the hell?" Dean slid out of the bed to investigate. Before he was even a foot away from the bed, there was a loud thump on the door, and suddenly a bright light engulfed Castiel, and the angel disappeared, "Cas!"

The door burst open, revealing the angel banishing sigil on the outside of the door, and the man that had painted it there.

The tan man, who was wearing a brown overcoat and matching fedora, entered the room, "Mr. Winchester! Pleasure to finally meet you. I'm agent Eliot Ness, and we need to talk."


Thank you all SOOOO much for reading! Only four more chapters to go! Fear not though, I already have another story in mind! It's called "Even Prince Charming Needs a Knight in Shining Armor." Want to know more? Go read the prologue I uploaded, and tell me what you think! 3