A/N: Please bare with us, this is the first M stuff we've written and only have a vague notion as to what we are doing. Review and tell us what you like and what you do not.
Dean moseyed into the motel room. Beer in one hand and lunch in the other, he spared the room only a passing glance as he turned to shut the door. The second time his eyes swept the room, he noticed the naked man standing in the middle of it. He dropped his food and drew his gun, fixing the stranger with a steely stare.
Wait, didn't he know that ass?
The man turned and his blue eyes lit up. "Dean. I was waiting for you."
"Yeah," he huffed, stowing his gun. "I get that. But why are you naked, Cas? Not that I'm complaining…"
Cas looked down, taking in his lack of clothing. "It was a minor angelic spat, Dean."
Dean stepped forward to be nose to nose with him, invading Cas' space. His fingers wormed their way into the angel's dark hair. He traced lazy circles at the nape of the shorter man's neck. "Must have been one hell of a spat," Dean said. He leaned forward and briefly brushed his lips against Cas'. The angel leaned forward, wanting to deepen the kiss but Dean evaded him. He ran a hand down Cas' spine, taunting the angel and feeling him shiver.
"They were… singed in the battle…" Cas gritted.
Dean smiled darkly and moved in for a proper kiss. He ran teasing fingers down Cas' sides, denying him physical sensation where he wanted it most. He nipped Cas' bottom lip, harder than the angel was expecting. The shorter man flinched slightly. Dean barely gave him time to recover before grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling roughly. Nibbling his way across Cas' jaw, Dean licked the shell of his ear. "Cas," he whispered.
"Yes?" The angel quivered, hands splayed across Dean's shoulders.
"I'm the only one that gets to undress you."