"This has gotta be the first time we've ever stayed in a motel with no freaking wi-fi," Dean cursed as he fussed with the internet connection on their laptop, "Sam must have some kind of magic wireless mojo."

"It would appear we also lack cell phone reception," Cas informed him, squinting at the device in his hand as though it were personally conspiring against him.

"Huh, weird," Dean mused, "I hope Sammy got my message." Castiel looked troubled, peering out through dark red drapes with suspicion.

"Take it easy Cas," Dean said gently, slapping the laptop closed in defeat, "We can rough it for one night." The angel nodded solemnly, flicking the curtains shut, blocking out the last fiery rays of the setting sun as Dean clicked on the small bedside lamp. Next to the lamp Dean noticed a little radio, one of those alarm clock combos from the late nineties. He smiled, thinking back to all the motel rooms he and Sam shared as teenagers, before laptops were common, spending agonizing minutes fiddling with the dials until a tolerable station could be found. Dean flicked the power on and jumped as static blared from the small speakers. Castiel smirked as Dean wrestled with the scanner, catching snatches of talk shows and classical music. He strode over, calmly taking a knee and stilling Dean's hand on the dials. Skimming a finger across the plastic casing, Cas began to flick through various stations as if he were flipping the pages of a magazine.

"Show off," Dean muttered, and Cas gave him a look that on anyone but an angel of the Lord would have been considered flirtatious.

"Tell me when to stop," Castiel said, working his way through the airwaves until Dean heard a familiar set of chords.

"Hey hey, go back to that one," Dean told the angel, "That's the one." Castiel obeyed, and Dean pulled him to his feet as the static cleared and the sweet sounds of Sam Cooke filled the room.

"This is great," Dean intoned, doing his best Harrison Ford impression, "This is the best." Castiel simply tilted his head in confusion. "C'mon Cas, haven't you ever seen Witness?"

"Witness what?" Dean just shook his head, sliding his hands down Cas' forearms till their fingers were intertwined.

Don't know much about history…

"Dance with me."

Don't know much biology…

"You hate dancing."

Don't know much about a science book…

"I don't hate dancing with you."

Don't know much about the French I took…

Dean kept his grip on one of Cas' hands, sliding his other arm around the angel's waist, tugging him out into the center of the room to sway a little awkwardly to the tinny melody. So Dean wasn't cut out for Dancing of the Stars, sue him. He had his hands on Cas, and it felt good. It would feel better if the angel would play along of course.

"C'mon Cas," Dean teased, pulling him a little closer, "I thought angels were all about the singing and dancing." Castiel rolled his eyes with a smirk, though he did loosen up a little, winding his unoccupied arm around Dean to rest a hand against the small of his back.

But I do know one and one is two…

Even with the arrival of evening, it was sticky and humid in the room, and Deans' shirt clung to his back. He was glad he'd managed to talk Castiel out of his coat before they'd gone to dinner, or they would have gotten some weird looks for sure. Now Dean was doubly happy, running his hand up and down Cas' back unhindered by the heavy material as they moved in an easy circle.

"It's too hot." Cas got frustrated when his vessel reacted to things like temperature without his permission. Dean just laughed.

"Mm I like a little sweat on you. Tastes better." Dean demonstrated, laying an open mouthed kiss at the crux of Castiel's neck and shoulder, Cas' damp skin salty on his tongue. Cas inhaled sharply, his arm tightening around Dean's middle.

And if this one could be with you…

"Now you like dancing," Dean whispered in Castiel's ear, before kissing the delicate skin just under it.

"I didn't realize it was going to serve as foreplay for physical intimacy," Cas admitted, breathless, as they swayed to the classic lyrics. Dean laughed, swinging Castiel around the room like he saw in a movie one time. It shouldn't turn him on to hear Cas use words like that but by God it did.

"'Physical intimacy' is the whole point," Dean informed him with a brief touch of their lips. Cas followed his mouth when he pulled away to spin them again.

What a wonderful world it could be…

Castiel caught onto the game pretty quick, pressing up against Dean playfully as they made clumsy steps to the bright music. Dean worked the buttons open on Cas' sleeves one handed, eagerly tasting the delicate inside of the angel's wrist as Castiel slid his other hand just under the edge of Dean's dark green button down, fingers teasing at the skin of Dean's lower back. From the increasingly insistent brushes of their hips Dean could tell he and Cas were definitely on the same page. It didn't take much to make Dean forget the rhythm of the song they were meant to be dancing to, walking Cas backwards until he could press the angel against the cool wall, grinning devilishly as Dean tugged his tie loose.

"Don't know much about geography…" Dean sang along under his breath, more than a little off tune as he buried his face in Castiel's neck. He continued to hum along, lips brushing his angel's collarbones and Adam's apple as he worked open the buttons on Castiel's shirt. Dean laid eager hands on the smooth expanse of Cas' exposed chest, his muscles jumping as Dean's fingers teased a nipple. Castiel managed to get most of the buttons on Dean open, his good strong hands wrapping eagerly around Dean's back to pull their bodies closer. They kissed, soft but excited, tongues skimming over teeth and lips rasping against stubble and damn if it didn't just make Dean happy to be like this.

"You look so good like this," Dean huffed, the music fading as he worked his hands through Cas' dark hair, "So many things I wanna do to you."

"You are aware of what I would like Dean," Cas reminded him, though there was nothing hostile in his words.

"I know," Dean acknowledged, then, grinning, "But for now…"

Dean skimmed his fingers down Cas' chest, grazing the taut muscles of his belly as Cas stared at him with lust blown eyes. He opened the button on Castiel's slacks with a flick of his wrist, sliding his belt free from its loops until it fell to the floor with a clank. Cas ran his hands eagerly over Dean's neck and shoulders, fingers bunching in the material of his shirt as Cas pulled him forward into a hungry kiss. Dean returned the kiss with enthusiasm, pressing Cas into the wall as he coaxed his pants down until they lay tangled around his ankles. Then, with a sneaky hand on the waistband of Cas' boxers, Dean sank to his knees.

It was a small matter for Dean to tug his underwear down and then hey, there was Castiel's dick, looking all perky and just begging for attention. Dean's salivary glands kicked into gear and he swallowed, knowing that Cas' eyes would follow the motion of his Adam's apple. It wasn't the first time he had done this for the angel, not by a long shot, but every time Dean's knees hit the floorboards Cas looked at him like it was a brand new phenomenon, and Dean would never get tired of that expression on Castiel's face. Dean would also never get tired of being a teasing little shit, so he ignored the very attractive organ in front of him to plant a kiss on Castiel's hip, mouth falling just shy of the hot button zone.

Cas let out a sound that was too manly to be called a whine, but definitely conveyed a similar message.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked innocently, moving his lips down towards Castiel's legs, "Is this boring for you? Too familiar?" Cas gave a twitch as Dean ran his hand down the back of his knee where he knew he was ticklish.

"I know-ah!-I know what you're doing," Castiel tried to growl, voice breaking partway through, "And it is not humorous."

"You sure you're not satisfied Cas?" Dean asked, nuzzling into Castiel's inner thigh, "Nothing I could do for you right now that you'd enjoy?"

"Please Dean," Castiel panted, sagging a little against the wall. Dean braced Cas' thighs, helping him stay upright.

"You gotta ask me, angel," Dean teased, Castiel hot and stiff against his cheek, "I wanna hear you."

"Put your mouth on me," Cas begged, hands digging into Dean's shoulders, "Please…"

Castiel's eyes were wide and his mouth slack as Dean stroked his hands up and down the angel's legs. He was already lost and Dean hadn't even touched him yet. Castiel's fingers shifted to Dean's neck, rasping against the hair at the base of Dean's skull as Castiel stared down at him like Dean was his only tie to reality. The reality of that dependence, of the faith that Cas had in him, sent a streak of heat to Dean's groin, and with a whispered reassurance he placed a wet, openmouthed kiss at the base of Cas' dick, sucking lightly at the hard flesh. Castiel's head hit the sheetrock with a smack, a shameless groan tearing from his throat.

Dean could tell you, there were some interesting google searches made in the first few weeks after he and Cas started going at it. If they had anything in common in the bedroom, it was their mutual inexperience. But between shared enthusiasm, and the occasional shady internet tip, Dean figured they had worked enough out to make it worth their while, if the frequency with which Castiel dragged him into their room and tore his clothes off was anything to go by.

Of course the best tricks had been the ones Dean had learned on his own. Like how he could coax that perfect, beautiful moan out of Cas by running his tongue up his shaft at just the right angle. Like the prickle of pleasure that filtered down his spine when Castiel tugged his hair just enough to sting a little. Or how after three months of practice, it turned out Dean had impressive control over his gag reflex when he felt like it.

Dean closed his mouth around Cas' erection, sucking hard on the head as he tasted the first bitter droplets of precome on his tongue. Castiel whimpered, sucking deep breaths as Dean slid his lips down a ways, savoring the silk of Castiel's skin against his tongue and the quiver of his muscles under Dean's hands. Had it taken Dean a while to get used to the idea of giving a blowjob? Yeah. Maybe after the first time he'd hyperventilated in Cas' arms, certain that if anyone ever found out Dean Winchester had sucked a dick and liked it they'd strip him of his man card and he'd never be allowed to wear flannel or drink beer again. Maybe Castiel, still blissed out from his orgasm, had told him very gently that Dean had just brought him to the finest climax of his existence and the least he could do was man up and show a little pride in it. And maybe now, three months later, the noises that Cas made as Dean sucked him off were getting him so hard that Dean was pretty sure he was going to come in his jeans without Castiel even laying a hand on him.

Dean groaned around Cas' cock, causing the angel to thrust his hips forward involuntarily, pushing further into Dean's throat than he was ready for just yet. Dean stayed calm, pulling back with a warning squeeze on Cas' leg.

"Careful," Dean murmured, a hand guiding Cas' hips so they moved back against the wall, "You know I can't stop you if you aren't careful."

"Apologies," Cas puffed, taking a deep breath as Dean stroked him with a loose hand, laying kisses on his belly as he got himself under control.

"Nothin' to apologize for," Dean assured him with a wink, "You know I like a little manhandling."

Castiel gave a flushed half smile, grateful that Dean could make light of his angelic strength. Dean sucked a light mark into Cas' stomach before taking him back into his mouth and sinking down again. Cas gasped, but kept his hips firmly in place, and Dean stroked up and down his thigh in praise. It was true Castiel was powerful, but Dean never felt afraid when they were together like this. The slightest reminder from Dean and Cas came back to himself. He'd never left a mark that Dean hadn't specifically invited.

Setting up a healthy rhythm, Dean moved his lips around Cas' cock, pressing forward until he felt the pressure at the back of his throat that would leave him good and hoarse later. Despite his firm grip Dean knew Cas healed too quick to leave any reminder of his touch, so it got him pretty hot knowing that his roughened voice would be a lasting souvenir of their night's activities. As if reading his mind, Castiel's hands gently encircled Dean's throat, shivering at each clench and shift of the muscles there as Dean swallowed, putting new pressures on Cas' dick. Dean tamped down on his hunter's instincts that panicked at someone having him in a chokehold. This was Cas, who was literally his freakin' guardian angel. The fact that Dean had his guardian's dick in his mouth kinda put the kibosh on the usual fluffy winged cherub image, but Dean definitely preferred his version. Castiel was all kinds of hot, his voice growing a little more desperate as he neared his climax. Cas didn't waste a lot of words when they were getting it on, but that didn't mean he wasn't vocal.

Dean opened his jeans one handed, palming himself through his boxers as Cas let out a rumbling groan, thrusting his hips in shallow increments. Dean welcomed the motion this time, his throat relaxed and open as he sucked Cas off. He wasn't deep throating or anything fancy, but Cas was all good and slick and pressing just far enough against the back end of Dean's tongue to make it interesting.

"Dean..I-I-" Cas was close, absent fingers clutching at Dean's hair. Dean pulled off with a wink and a smile and just said "Come for me angel" before taking Cas in as far as he could and sucking, hard. Cas practically shouted, going still as a statue under Dean's hands before he orgasm rippled through his vessel. Dean was painfully aware of the aching hardness in his own pants as hot come pulsed down his throat and Castiel's muscles jumped under his hands. He kept going until the angel was soft and pliable, hands stroking Dean's face with satisfied lethargy. Dean pulled off, wiping his mouth on his sleeve with a smirk. There was a joke there, Dean was sure, about "always coming when he calls", but now didn't seem the appropriate time, with Castiel tugging Dean back to his feet for a deep kiss.

Castiel licked into Dean's mouth with authority, despite his relaxed, post orgasm hold on Dean's waist. Dean let a needy sound escape his lips, which Cas quickly swallowed, pulling Dean forward so their bodies were flush. The slight pressure against Dean's dick was the worst kind of tease, but Dean figured he had it coming after his little display a few minutes ago. He tried to torque his hips, seeking friction against Cas' lithe body, but the angel held him back with a firm grip and a satisfied grin.

"Come on, Cas," Dean coaxed, flexing his hips against Castiel's immovable hold. Cas eyed the very obvious tent in Dean's boxers like he was going to smite it with all the wrath of Heaven. He looked back at Dean, going from boneless to predatory in the blink of an eye. He latched his mouth onto Dean's throat, tongue and lips exploring all the muscle and tendon that had fascinated him minutes ago.

"I believe it's my turn to bring you to completion," Cas whispered against the taut skin of Dean's neck, a hand cupping possessively over his erection, "I plan to do so very efficiently."

Dean's face grew hot, and not just from embarrassment, as Cas hefted him up without a second thought and deposited him on their bed. Sleeping with an angel had its perks.