Grinning a self satisfied smirk, Dean thought about the events that last night had brought him. Finally, finally his angel had kissed him. Touching his fingers to his lips, he could still feel the electricity, the undeniable tingle of Castiels lips still lingered on his own. He knew he probably looked like a dork, grinning like a horny teenager who had got some action, but he didn't care. He knew, he just knew, that this was not a one time thing. He had no regrets. He only hoped that Castiel kept his damn cool and didn't freak out, as he was prone to doing in strange situations. However, that undeniable innocence was what attracted Dean to Castiel, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to see how far that innocence went until it broke. Despite Castiels dominant role last night, he knew that his angel would always submit to him. Fuck, that awoke a few sexy scenarios in Deans mind of how he he would force Cas to submit...

"Dean?"

Shit. Trust Sammy to walk in the moment he got a hard on. Frankly, Dean couldnt believe he was so aroused by just the thought of Cas, on his knees in front of him...groaning his name...

"Dean, im talking to you!"

Shit. Shrugging off his mental fantasies, Dean turned to glare at his brother, situated in the doorway, the early morning breeze blowing his ridiculously long hair about. I mean, Christ, thought Dean, hes not even a fucking emo yet he looks like a reject from Metallica.

"Whats up Sammy? Finally getting a hair cut?"

Sam rolled his eyes. " Ha ha Dean, very funny. You really do crack me up."

"Thanks for the pep talk, bro. What do you want?" Dean replied.

Sam huffed. " I was just telling you that im going to be out all day. Im going to Minesota to see about a case." Then, pausing, he asked, "Can i take the Impala?"

"Hell no."

"Dean! You wont need it. Dont you have a case with Castiel? Hell, youve got your own angel expressway." Sam whined.

Oh yeah, Dean smirked at the thought of a whole day with his angel of the Lord. On second thoughts, maybe he should let Sam drive his baby, just for today.

"Fine. Sure. Whatever." Dean relented. "But if there is so much as a scratch on my baby when you get back, you'll wish you were back in hell Sammy."

Sam laughed. "I don't doubt it. Thanks Dean. Call if you need me."

With that, Sam was out the door. As soon as Dean heard him pull out of the parking lot, he felt a feather light caress on the back of his neck. Whirling around to face the possible attacker, Dean came face to face with a gorgeous pair of ice blue eyes, and a sardonic smirk on perfect lips.

"Cas, you scared-"

Dean was cut off by those lips ravishing his own. It was all tongues and teeth and hell, it was so freaking hot. He'd never had any experience kissing men before, and especially not angels, but he appreciated a good kisser when he felt one.

Castiel pulled away, his face flushed like a schoolboys. He licked his lips, tasting Dean there, an enticing mix of motor oil, beer and an undertone of spicy which was all Dean. He was intoxicating.

"Sorry," smirked Cas, "but ive been wanting, no, needing to do that all morning."

Dean let out a rather girly sigh, cursing himself when he realised that perhaps he wasn't the dominant one, after all.