Breathing heavily, the boys collapsed onto the bed together. Dean was grinning stupidly, resting his arms above his head in an attempt to cool himself off. Castiel, on the other hand, was already sitting himself up and looking around the room for his scattered clothing.
"Hey," Dean murmured, nudging Castiel gently.
Castiel paid little attention, glancing at Dean half-heartedly and giving a, "hm?" in reply.
Dean sat up, frowning at Castiel- who still wasn't looking at him full on. He fixed himself so he'd sit comfortably, then waited. When Castiel got up from the bed, he spoke again.
"Are you leaving?"
This time, Castiel turned to him with an almost-bitter expression. He was holding his shirt and sweatpants in one hand. With the other, he was struggling to pull up his boxers.
"I- yeah. I should get home before my parents find out I'm not there," he said, voice sounding distracted more than anything. "This, uh, this was fun though. Really fun. We should do it more often. You're not really into relationships, right? We could do some kind of sex thing. Y'know, we'll just do it to blow off some steam. No strings attached kind of thing. What do you think?"
Dean opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stared at Castiel with a bewildered look for a moment before smiling crookedly.
"Are you trying to make me your bitch, piercings?" He asked, moving to the edge of the bed. "Because I don't think I appreciate that."
Castiel snorted, shaking his head as he pulled on his sweatpants.
"You'd enjoy being my bitch, Winchester. I don't know how you've survived without it for so long. I mean, think about it, free sex, whenever you want, wherever you want it. That's the dream, isn't it?"
"I'm so becoming your bitch. What's next, you're into torture and whips and stuff?"
"Well..."
Dean sat up straight, raising both eyebrows in surprise.
"There is no way in hell I'm doing any of that with you. Ever," he said, attempting to make his voice more demanding than nervous.
Castiel just burst into laughter. He sat on the bed once he was fully clothed, laying back so his head was in Dean's lap.
"I'm not going to torture you. At least, not with whips or anything. Words work well enough," he mumbled. "I do, however, have a thing with being in charge. I'm sure you've noticed- and enjoyed- my dominance."
Dean grinned down at him, running a hand through the boys hair absently.
"That's probably why we work so well together," he murmured, "I've got a thing for dominant people."
"It shows."
Dean rolled his eyes. He resisted the urge to lean down and kiss Castiel's forehead. It was a strange feeling, to want to be so intimate and gentle with someone he just slept with. It was unusual for him. Then again, the whole night had been pretty intimate. Castiel sat up suddenly, pushing himself off the bed and walking towards the window.
"I need to go home. It's getting pretty late," he offered.
Dean nodded, biting at his lip. His face feigned a look of neutrality, though he felt a little disappointed.
"Yeah. Yeah, right. So, I'll see you later?"
Castiel nodded shortly.
"You'll see me later," he confirmed.
With that, he walked to the window. He made short time of opening it and getting outside. The air was cold as he crossed the roofs of the houses carefully, making sure not to take a wrong step. Once he reached his window, he slid into his room with ease. He closed and locked the window and slid the curtains closed.
As he made his way to his bed, the one thought on his mind was, "so much for staying away".