Castiel woke up slowly and stretched out his aching body, not able to help the happy groan escaping his lips. Memories of the night before playing in his mind as the rest of his body tried to wake up. He rolled over onto his side and reached out but the other side of the bed was empty. Cas's eyes snapped open and sat up.

Dean was gone and his room was cleaned up; his clothes sat folded on Dean's desk. What the hell? It was Saturday…Dean didn't have to work…had this been a one-night deal after all? Castiel had been so sure… he rested his elbows on his bent knees, rubbing his hands angrily over his face.

He should have known better…Dean was an ultimate player…why would Cas be any different? Dean knew Cas would do anything for his best friend and Dean obviously needed release last night. It didn't help that Cas had thrown himself so wantonly at him. And no matter how angry Cas got at him, he would never stop being friends with Dean

That bastard knew it too…Castiel swallowed thickly and pulled on his hair. He needed to leave…he couldn't be here when Dean finally showed his smug face. He reached over snatching his glasses off the desk and was about to crawl out of the bed when he heard the front door slam shut.

His heart stopped when he heard Dean's heavy boots making their way to the bedroom. Cas didn't know what to do…he stayed frozen on the bed when Dean nudged his foot at the door. His arms balancing a couple bags of food and a tray of coffee.

"Hey…morning baby…I had no food in the house…you still like those egg sandwiches from Dunkin Donuts right?" Dean asked casually sitting the food and coffees down on his desk. Cas gaped at him, his mouth hanging open. Ok…what?!

"Baby?" Cas managed to squeak out. Dean looked up at him and frowned.

"Yeah…does it bother you? I'm sorry…last night you seemed ok with it," Dean chewed on his lip as he looked at Cas nervously. He let out a loud laugh and fell back on the bed, covering his face with his hands.

"Cas? Dude…you ok?" Dean let out a small laugh and Cas felt the bed dip next to him.

"Dean…I'm sorry…you weren't here when I woke up and I just…god you don't want to know what I thought," Cas admitted softly. Dean took a hold of his hands and pulled them away from his face.

"I should have known that's what you would have assumed," Dean said looking down at their hands. A hurt expression etched all over his face. Castiel swallowed the sudden lump in his throat; he scooted closer to Dean.

"I'm sorry…"

"No Cas…you have nothing to be sorry for. My reputation of one night stands doesn't exactly ease the nerves," Dean smiled at him and Cas shook his head.

"It really doesn't…but you are my best friend jack ass…I still have to love you regardless of how big of a slut you are," Cas smirked hoping to lighten the mood. Dean's face brightened and Cas was able to relax.

"Love huh? One night and you're already spouting that evil word?" Dean smirked. Cas smacked his arm and laughed. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas's bent knees, pulling him a little closer.

"Listen Cas…last night was…fucking amazing. I know it's kind of hard to believe but I do want this with you…all of it," Dean admitted keeping his eyes locked on Cas. He swallowed around the lump again but for a whole other reason. His fingers picked at the sheet covering his legs and couldn't stop the smile growing on his face.

"All of it? You understand that includes snuggling right? And I can get pretty damn clingy too," Cas grinned at his best friend who was chuckling.

"Oh I know exactly what I'm getting myself into baby…but I also know that you aren't just this cute little cuddle monster…. you kinky bastard." Castiel felt his face burn and he tried to hide it against Dean's arms but he would have nothing of it. He ran his fingers through Cas's hair and pulled, making him look up. There was nothing he could do to stop the low moan as the sharp pain settled into the pit of his stomach turning it into pure pleasure.

"Ah…there he is. You can't hide that from me ever again…hell even if you do, I know how to bring it out now," Dean smirked evilly as his fingers pulled just a tad more making Cas's toes curl.

"Dean," he moaned licking his dry lips. Dean seemed to think about something for a moment before deciding against it as he crawled onto the bed, settling himself between Cas's legs. The sheet was still draped over him but he could feel the hard bulge pressing against his own. Cas bit his lip hard to stifle a moan…god his body was entirely too responsive to Dean's touch but he couldn't help it. With every press of Dean's body to his sent pulses down into his groin that made him shudder from head to foot.

That cocky bastard seemed to know it too…the sneaky grin on his face as his hands began to explore over the parts of his flesh that weren't covered with his body. Dean gently pulled his glasses off setting them back on the desk.

"Dean…our food is getting cold," Cas managed to whisper out, his hands gripping onto the worn leather jacket the asshole was still wearing. Dean grinned, flicking his tongue out to graze at Cas's lips. He raised his head to meet Dean's mouth, whimpering when he moved away.

"I thought you wanted food?" He teased, pushing his hands into Cas's, lacing their fingers together.

"I do…but I'm not hungry for food Dean…you still owe me a good mouth fucking," Cas grinned at the punched out moan he got out of him, Dean's hips starting to grind down against his. Cas threw back his head and gasped, his legs spreading even wider and raising his hips to move back against him. The friction was so good, almost too good. He wanted more of it and harder…he hadn't lied when he told Dean it was only him he turned into a slut for.

"Dean…oh god! Please," Cas begged raising his head to catch Dean's bottom lip with his teeth, grinning at the growl he got from Dean.

"Please what baby…let me hear you beg for it," Dean demanded and that set a whole new set of shudders down Castiel's body.

"I want to taste you Dean…I want you fuck my mouth until you're screaming my name and cumming down my throat," Cas moaned moving his hips to buck hard against Dean and he knew it took every ounce of will power for Dean to stop himself from hitting his orgasm. He pressed his forehead against Cas's shoulder and drew ragged breaths into his lungs.

Dean pulled himself together enough to roll off and suddenly there were hands everywhere, frantically pulling and ripping at his clothes. Finally he lay bare with Cas straddling his waist, his hard cock pressing hotly against the crack of Cas's ass.

"Careful or I'll bend you over and fuck the breath out of you," Dean warned his fingers digging into Cas hips. His kinky little shit of a best friend grinned down at him before sliding down his legs, those fucking hands massaging into his chest and then his abs. Dean tried to calm his breathing but it was damn near impossible. He dared to look down and a very unmanly whine escaped his lips.

Lust blown blue eyes stared up at him as a very long wet pink tongue licked from the base of his dick all the way to the crown. The tip of his tongue catching the drops of pre cum dripping down.

"Mmm fuck Dean…can't wait until this fills my mouth," Cas moaned, flicking his tongue out again to tease the slit of his penis. Dean threw back his head and licked his very dry lips. He'd gotten head plenty of times before from all types of women but fucking Christ…this beat them all and he wasn't even in his mouth yet!

"Come on baby," Dean ran his fingers through Cas's hair and smiled when Cas pressed against his hand like a freaking cat. Cas gripped the base of his dick and gave one more grin to Dean before enveloping his cock in his hot, wet mouth. Dean let out a loud cry and couldn't stop his hips from canting up.

"Fuck sorry…shit!" Dean bit his lip and rose up on his elbows to watch. Cas rolled his eyes to look up at him as he sucked, pulling his mouth off with an obscene pop.

"Don't apologize… and don't hold back…I want it," Cas moaned and before Dean could reply, he wrapped his lips around the head of his dick, tonguing and teasing the slit. Dean gripped the sheets as he thrust his hips up, carefully watching Cas's face. When he was only met with a loud moan he thrust up again, letting out a growl when he hit the back of Cas's throat. Oh Jesus…he didn't have a gag reflex.

After a few more testing thrusts Dean had his head thrown back and his hips were moving on their own accord. Sliding against those soft tight lips; Cas hallowed out his cheeks and swallowed around him when he hit the back of his throat again.

"Oooh fuck yes!" Dean shouted and pulled on Cas's hair as he shot his load deep into Cas's throat without warning. He fell against the bed moaning, his body writing as Cas milked him dry.

Once his body stopped jerking from the aftershocks he was able to open his eyes to glance down at a smirking Cas who was licking his lips teasingly.

"Cas…holy…mother of god…come here," he panted, wrapping his arms tightly around Cas as he lay down on his chest. Dean licked at his lips and Cas greedily met him, sliding his tongue along his own. They stayed like that for a while…tongues teasing and exploring each other's mouths.

"Mmm…let's eat…I'm hungry," Dean grinned pulling Cas down for another kiss.