Oh my gosh guys, I haven't written in over a week! It's no excuse really, but exams are really snowing me under. Thanks for sticking with me

WARNING- This chapter will contain kind of smut.

Dean knew something was wrong with Cas. He couldn't explain how he knew, he just...did. It was like something was missing, something that had once been a big part of Cas. Dean couldnt put his finger on it. Shrugging on his favourite AC/DC shirt, he shook off the feeling that something was very wrong, and walked out into the cramped living space of the motel.

Dean had never liked cramped spaces. The air felt too thick, too dense. Which was funny, considering all the shit scary monsters he had faced in his time as a hunter, and he was scared of enclosed spaces? Ironic, really.

He ruffled Sams hair as he walked past, eyes intent on the pie he spied on the grimy counter. Pie made him so happy. What made him happier, however, was the fact that his boyfriend...wow, Dean loved being able to call him that, was standing over the counter, spooning pie into his mouth. Need he mention that he was shirtless? And although Dean would never admit it, he found Castiels back to be the sexiest part of him, after all, that was where his wings were.

"Mmm.." Dean whispered against Castiels ear, wrapping his arms around him from behind. "I cant decide which I want to eat more." He chuckled, feeling Cas shudder.

"Duuuude," Sam protested, fixing him with bitch face number 675...not that Dean was counting. Not at all. "Can you not?"

"Dont worry Sammy, I wont" Dean replied, seeing Sams shoulders visibly relax. "At least...not here." He added wickedly.

Sam made a disgusted face, dropping his fork onto his plate with a clatter.

"Thanks for that. Youve made me lose my appetite."

Dean laughed. "Shouldnt be eating my pie, then."

"You let Cas!" Sam protested.

"I'm fucking Cas, not you." Dean said, loving the way Castiels cheeks flushed pink, and he began squirming in embarrassment. Laughing, Dean pulled him closer. "Which reminds me...up for another round, babe?"

Castiel smirked and looked up into Deans eyes. "Dont you want your pie?"

"It can wait."

And with that, Dean dragged Castiel into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. Turning, he shoved Cas against the door, covering his mouth with his own in long, damp, open mouthed kisses that left Cas breathless. Castiel whined, fucking whined. Christ, thought Dean, this man would be the death of him. Hitching Cas up with his legs around his waist, Dean thanked whatever the fuck made Cas buy black skinny jeans because fuck, were those good to grind on. Trailing his mouth down to Castiels throat, Dean sucked on the exposed skin, creating a dark purple mark that made Cas moan in ecstasy. Dean loved marking Castiel as his. He is mine, thought Dean, all fucking mine.

Castiel reached around with shaking fingers and bunched Deans shirt up around his shoulders, hands roaming around the hot, muscled skin of his back. Dean groaned. Fuck, he really liked backs. Biting on Castiels earlobe, he manoeuvred him to lie on the bed on top of him, giving Castiel free roam to do whatever he wanted with Dean.

Castiel trailed hot kisses down to the hunters chest, sucking on the sensitive spot behind Deans ear as he went. Flicking his tongue around Deans nipple, the hunters breath hitched.

"Fuck Cas, more", begged Dean.

Smirking, Castiel licked his way down Deans firm abs, before his nose hit the solid metal buckle of his belt. The sizeable bulge in Deans jeans was even more apparent here, and Castiel cupped the hunters erection, eliciting a gasp from Dean.

"What have we here?" Castiel grinned. "Oh Dean, all this for me?"

Dean bucked his hips up into Castiels hand, desperately seeking friction. "Fuck yes Cas, all yours baby...all yours."

Castiel leaned forward and kissed Dean fiercely, before beginning to unzip and unbutton Deans jeans, revealing that his naughty hunter wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Dean, you bad, bad hunter." Castiel murmered throatily, rubbing the underside of Deans thick cock with his thumb, coating the thick member with the pre come that had already begun to collect at the head. Dean threw back his head, an ungodly sound coming from his parted lips which tightened Castiels already tight jeans considerably.

Castiel kissed down Deans stomach, coming to rest at the patch of dark hair above Deans throbbing cock. Castiel, gently, ever the tease, licked around the head of Deans cock, watching Deans hands curl into fists on the bedcover. Then, in one swift movement, Castiel engulfed the entire member in the hot cavern of his mouth.

Deans eyes flew open, and he screamed his pleasure. "Yes, FUCK, please Cas, you feel so good."

Castiel continued to suck Deans cock, flicking his tongue around the engorged veins, until he felt Dean hit the back of his throat.

Dean let out a series of loud gasps. "Cas, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum..."

"Then cum." Castiel ordered.

With that, Dean released his entire load into Castiels greedy mouth, moaning and bucking up off the bed. Castiel swallowed one, two, three times, licking Deans softening cock in order to get every last drop of the hunters tasty fluids.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, Dean pulled Castiel up, kissing him earnestly, tasting himself on Castiels chapped lips. He could feel Castiels erection pressing into his thigh.

Sitting up, he manoeuvred to lie between Castiels thighs, looking up into Castiels aroused face.

"Come on baby, your turn."

Ahhhh, there, finally, I wrote my first lemon. I hope it didn't stink too bad. Sorry to be a tease, Im sure Dean will take good care of Castiel;)