Cas ran his hands along Dean's back and rested them on the hunter's thighs, He could feel Dean's heated skin through the thin fabric of his boxers. He laid there, eyes closed and pouted lips as he relished in the feeling of Dean's soft, warm lips pressing against his neck, his slight 5 o'clock shadow tickling Cas's cheek. He playfully bit the angel's neck and Cas squeezed Dean's thighs causing Dean to rock his hips forward and groan in Cas's ear. He shuddered and moaned in response, just before Dean kissed his mouth. Cas moved a hand up Dean's thigh, brushing against his very obvious evidence of gender, and Dean moaned into Cas's mouth as their tongues met again. Cas curiously ran his hand over it again, and Dean gripped Cas's hips tight.

"Cas..." Dean said huskily as he pulled back from the angel's now swollen lips. "If you wanna go slow..." Dean trailed off and made a face of pleasure as Cas rubbed his hand over Dean's put his hand over Cas's, looking into his eyes. "Cas..." He said again. "We can't go slow if you keep touching me..."

"My apologies," Cas replied, removing his hand and placing it instead on the back of Dean's neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Dean gently laid down fully on top of Cas, their bare chests and abdomens flush against each other. Dean marveled at Cas's smooth, hot skin beneath him. He deepened the kiss as he felt Cas's arms wrap around him. He tried grinding against Cas, and they shared a moan at the friction. Dean continued grinding against the angel, and Cas gently dug his nails into Dean's back from the new pleasure.

"Unh, Cas, we should...we should stop..." Dean breathed, pausing a moment. Cas looked up at him, his blue eyes now dark with lust, pupils blown.

"I...I enjoy this very much, Dean." Cas replied in a husky voice. Dean smiled as he shifted and got off of Cas's lap.

"Yeah, me too." He sat beside Cas on the bed.

"May we do this another time?"

Dean thought for a moment. "You want to? I mean...Next time you get drunk?"

"Dean, I am no longer intoxicated. I haven't been for quite some time, now. I have been sober for a majority of this experience."

"You have?"

"Yes. And I look forward to doing this again. Now that I know, I can understand why humans enjoy having intercourse so much."

Dean laughed. "Cas, you don't know the half of it."

"We did not just have intercourse?" Cas asked with his signature squint.

Dean laughed again. "No, Cas... Not yet." He gave Cas a wink and then climbed under the covers of Cas's bed. Cas got under the covers beside Dean and snuggled up against him, head on his chest. Dean hesitated, but then put his arms around his angel. He kissed Cas's forehead before closing his eyes and falling asleep with a smile on his face.

Dean awoke the next morning with an angle cuddling with him. He smiled and leaned down to kiss his lips. Cas's eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, Dean."

"Mornin', Cas."

"Thank you...for...yesterday evening."

"No need to thank me." Dean replied, getting up.

"Alright...Would you like to go on a search for some...waffles?"

"Yep. It's breakfast time. You comin'?"Dean asked, pulling on a red T-shirt and denim shorts.

"Yes, I will accompany you." Cas pulled on Dean's shirt that he had kept hidden under his pillow, and then found his tan shorts.

"Is that my shirt?" Dean asked, brow raised. Cas nodded and Dean shrugged. "Looks good on you." Cas smiled as they walked out the door.

Dean filled his plate with waffles, a bacon omelet, sausage, and a wedge of French toast. He grabbed two small cartons of chocolate milk, and looked around for an empty table. He didn't see one, but Cas spotted some outside on the pool deck. They sat by the huge glass windows that look out over the side of the ship. The sun was bright and hot, and they could see the island of St. Thomas starting to come into view from the distance on the horizon. Some Caribbean reggae music was playing over the speakers on the stage. Dean could smell the food from the buffet even from where he now sat outdoors. They sat in the blue chairs and Dean immediately began shoveling food into his mouth. He smiled across at Cas, who was watching the island grow closer as the boat sailed across the turquoise water.

"Your eyes match the ocean," Dean remarked. Cas blushed slightly and smiled back.

"Thank you, Dean... Your eyes remind me of the summer grass and blooming foliage." Dean looked down at his almost empty plate, another smile forming.

"So, Cas, what do ya wanna do first? Get a tattoo? Go into Hooters? This island has it all!" Dean exclaimed as they walked down streets of St. Thomas, taking in the sights. The first thing Cas spotted right next to where the boat was docked, was a butterfly farm.

"Would you like to view the butterflies and their many hues?"

"Maybe later," Dean replied. "Speaking of hues, what's that thing over there?" He asked, pointing to a very colorfully painted cable car track. As they walked closer, he could read the sign, "Paradise Point." The cable cars were circling around the track, and climbing up to the top of the very steep mountain. "Wanna check it out?" Cas nodded in response, watching the cars go around. Dean paid for the tickets, and they stepped onto the next available car. There weren't many tourists there yet, so they got one to themselves. As the car slowly ascended the wire, they could see the entire half of the island, including their ship docked in the harbor. Dean took a hold of Cas's hand as they stood silently, taking in the view. Cas squeezed Dean's hand back.

At Paradise Point, they stepped out of the car, and took the trail that led to the shops. There was a handful of tourists sitting at tables surrounding the little restaurant. There were a few gift shops, and a tent with parrots that performed a show. On the other side of the gift shops, was a walkway. Dean and Cas took it to the end, and found themselves face to face with the most beautiful view of the island and the ocean. They could see everything. Dean had never been fortunate to see anything like it before in all his years as a hunter, and Castiel was never truly aware of his father's most glorious creations until that moment. Dean put an arm around Cas, and Cas did the same. They stood there taking in the beautiful scene before them; the ripe turquoise of the Caribbean Sea and the warm green of the foliage – matching Dean's eyes as Cas had said. Cas leaned his head against Dean's shoulder.

An hour later, they had walked down the paved road and found themselves at a beach. It was a bit crowded with tourists, but most were leaving to go back on board the ship. Dean took a seat on the sand facing the water.

"I will return momentarily," Cas said before vanishing. Dean's eyes widened as he scanned the beach for the angel. Barley a minute had passed before he heard the familiar sound of wings flapping, and Cas appeared beside him. Swim trunks had replaced his shorts, and he was holding a towel and an extra bathing suit.

"Wow, Cas, good call. Now what would be really awesome is if you could zap me a burger." Cas nodded, but Dean put a hand on his arm. "I'm kidding. How about we test the water."Dean went into a nearby restroom beside a seaside cafe to change into his bathing suit. He returned to their spot on the sand carrying his T-shirt in his hand. Cas still gaped at him, and Dean chuckled. But then Cas pulled off his shirt, and Dean couldn't help but stare at him as well.

"If we continue staring at one another, we will never make it into the water," Cas said looking into Dean's eyes. The two walked towards the calm waves lapping against the shore, their bare feet leaving prints in the sand behind them. Dean waded into the water up to his knees. The water was so warm, unlike the beaches he had visited up North in the past. He turned to see Cas still standing on the shore.

"Come on in, Cas!" He called. Cas hesitated, but took a step forward into the water. A large wave chose that moment to charge towards the angel, and he stumbled and fell back into the shallow water. Dean waded over to him, a smirk on his face. He grabbed Cas by the arm and helped him stand.

"That was unpleasant,"Cas said as he regained his footing.

"That was hilarious," Dean replied. "Well, now that you're all wet..." He tugged on Cas's arm, leading him further out into the turquoise water.

"Dean, I do not wish to go further. I don't know how to swim." Cas admitted.

"That's ok. You don't have to." Dean took the angel's hands in his. "So, what do you think? It's nice, right?"

"It is somewhat relaxing, yes."

Dean leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Be right back." He turned and dove under the water. He came back up a moment later, water dripping down his face, droplets clinging to the ends of his short, spiky hair. Cas was still smiling from the kiss. Dean stood close to Cas, making sure he didn't lose his balance in the rolling waves. Cas looked into Dean's shining, green eyes and smiled. "What is it, Cas?"

"I -" Cas's eyes widened as a giant wave headed towards them. Dean turned to see what Cas was staring at.

"Hold on to me," Dean told him. Cas complied, and wrapped his arms around Dean's neck. Dean wrapped his arms around the angel's waist as the wave crashed over them. Dean didn't let go, even after the wave had passed. Cas spurted some sea water out of his mouth. "You alright?"

"Y-yes. May we return to the shore?"

"Yeah, of course." Back on the hot sand, Dean let Cas have the towel to dry off. "Hey, what d' ya say we head back to the boat? It's burger time." He patted his stomach before pulling his shirt on.

"I would like to try one of the burgers today."

"Ok, let's do this." They walked in the hot sun back to the cruise ship. At the dock, Cas paused.

"Dean, I want to see the butterflies."

"Oh, right. Ok, but hurry up, I'm starving."

Dean paid for the tickets, and they entered the butterfly farm through the hanging beads. Cas flitted around the room observing each butterfly he saw. He particularly liked the bright blue ones and the orange ones. His eyes lit up as a giant blue one flew right past his instead watched Cas for entertainment. He had truly never seen Cas more happy. It made him smile. They were the only ones in the farm, because it was closing for the day in a few minutes. Dean snuck up behind Cas and wrapped his arms around leaned back into the embrace.

"Hello, Dean." Dean smiled and kissed his hair.

"What do you say we go get lunch now?" Cas turned around in his arms.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me instead?"

"Wh-you mean like a..."

"I believe humans call it 'dating'." Cas explained, making air quotations.

"Uh, yeah, Cas. Sure, I-I'd like that."

"Alright. Once we are on board, we can dine in the Italian dining room."

"Ok, let's do that. But we can't go in there like this. We gotta change first."