Thank you all Soo soo sooo much my lovely readers. The review and alerts made me soo happy. XD. So this is going to be totally random but I'll start having a lot more chapters come out…they will just be random but yeah, my mind goes to strange places.

Plot: Castiel is acting very peculiar with Dean…with the help from a certain archangel.

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Chapter 16: Castiel is Curious:

A smile tugged at the corner of Dean's lips as beads of hot water rolled down his body and steam heated and soothed his sore muscles. He was slightly impressed by the water pressure of this specific motel room. Of course he still had about a million dollars from Gabriel and could pay for the nicer hotel rooms but he just felt more comfortable in sleazy motel rooms. They felt homier than anything. Even crappy showers felt more comfortable against his body which had gotten used to low water pressure. He wondered how he would feel using one of those showers with multiple settings…

He gasped when he felt something tickle against his skin…it was more soothing and warmer than the water and trailed along his spine. He whirled around and instantly, his cheeks reddened to see those soft azure eyes staring at him. He took a deep breath to realize that Castiel's wings were unfurled, filling the shower with silky feathers that were mixed with colors of lavender, sunset orange and the hints of cerulean that matched his eyes so perfectly.

"Cas! What the hell are you doing in here?" Dean gasped, subconsciously shielding himself from innocent angel eyes.

Castiel smiled and Dean noticed that his angel was still fully clothed, trench coat and all. His tie was rather loose and his shirt unbuttoned slightly, revealing that smooth collarbone. Castiel's eyes remained locked on emerald orbs as his feathers slid across Dean's body, causing the hunter to suck in a breath when they reached a very sensitive area.

"Get out Cas," he said with a shaken but firm voice as he gave the angel a slight push.

Castiel smiled again before disappearing in a flurry of colored feathers. Dean stared at the empty space for a moment, his mind running blank for explanation. He sighed and returned to the shower, which now didn't feel as relaxing so he just turned the water off and stepped out.

. . .

Dean sighed as he lay on the couch, flipping through the channels and not finding anything interesting. He paused occasionally on what he thought would be interesting but nothing caught his interest.

"Will you just find something and put it on?" Sam suddenly asked, his voice clipped and irritated.

Dean turned his eyes to his brother, who was deeply involved in a book; a friggen' fictional novel.

"Why don't you go and read your sparkly vampires elsewhere if it's bothering you so much," Dean said with a smirk, knowing he was irritating his brother a lot these days.

Sam gave him a hard look "I'm not reading about vampires," he said, rolling his eyes. He was reading Halo Wars…much better.

"Yeah because spaceships aren't gay at all," Dean said, turning back to the TV and changing the channel.

He stopped when he noticed a movie on. He grinned and turned it up; one of the movies he had always liked but he barely got to watch it because it was banned for a while; Dogma.

"Are you seriously watching Dogma?" Sam asked "You might offend one of the angels."

"Speaking of angels," Dean said "notice anything weird about the way Cas' been acting?"

Sam shrugged "No, not really," he said nonchalantly as he read his book.

Dean almost leapt off the couch when he felt a weight suddenly on top of him. He hissed "Dammit Cas," as he noticed the angel on top of him.

Castiel smiled and pressed a light kiss over Dean's lips before turning his head to the TV screen. Dean just knit his eyebrows but smiled when he felt Castiel relax over him and lay his head upon his chest. Dean brushed his finger between Castiel's shoulder blades, causing his wings to expand and fall around them like a blanket.

Castiel stared at the TV screen with a confused expression at two men talking about God. Bartleby was going on a ramble, "The humans have besmirched everything bestowed on them. They were given Paradise, they threw it away. They were given this planet, they destroyed it. They were favored best among all His endeavors, and some of them don't even believe He exists." Dean watched in fascination as Castiel's wings twitched slightly while he watched and he could literally feel the head tilt. He was just waiting for Castiel to say something. Dean glanced over at Sam, who seemed to be waiting for a reaction as well.

Bartleby went on some more "I asked you... once to lay down the sword because I felt sorry for them. What was the result? Our expulsion from Paradise."

Dean now noticed Castiel's wings twitching and darkening "What is this?" he asked, sitting up, his voice low and gravelly "What are you watching, Dean?"

Dean sat up with his angel, who was straddling him "It's just a movie Cas," he said, running his fingers through the dark feathers.

Castiel snapped his fingers and the TV shut off "I don't like it," he said flatly and Dean stuck his tongue out at his brother as Sam muttered 'I told you so.'

Dean turned his eyes back to his angel, who was smiling again "You okay Cas? You're acting really weird," he said.

Castiel just tilted his head like a bird, his eyes brighter than the blue sky. Dean stared at him for a moment and gently brushed one hand through the silken feathers and the other through the unruly dark hair of his angel.

Castiel let out a purring sound that made Dean's blood pump and skin tingle. He let out a soft moan as Castiel began to kiss down his neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin before gently tugging his earlobe beneath his teeth. Dean hissed and arched his back up, trying to get as close as he could to Castiel, whose wings were twitching with feathers grazing across Dean's skin.

Sam took a deep breath as he tried to block out the sounds happening across the room. He heard a long moan from his brother and that was the last straw. He darted his eyes over to see Castiel on top of Dean, kissing down his neck. Sam couldn't see Castiel's wings but he assumed they were out because Dean's shirt was lifting.

"Please don't do that in front of me," Sam groaned, rubbing his hand down his face.

Dean heard Sam but he didn't care. Castiel was driving him mad with desire to touch those feathers. He quickly caught Castiel's lips with his and began to kiss him passionately. He could feel the angel using angel mojo to pin him down and Dean didn't give a damn that he was being the chick in the relationship. He peered through slit eyelids to see Castiel's wings spreading wide and flaring to their full extent, the colors beaming like lightening. Dean clasped his hands on the arches of the wings and squeezed tightly, causing the wings to shake and flutter. He felt Castiel shudder over him.

"Aw come on!" Sam groaned miserably. Castiel pulled away from the kiss to stare into the hunter's eyes. He gave a soft smile before vanishing, leaving Dean to pant on the couch, his blood rushing and eyes dizzy.

Sam clenched his teeth as he tried to read his book. He glanced up to see Dean alone on the couch, his lips twisted into a pout.

"Why do you have to do that crap in front of me?" Sam asked, annoyed that they were doing it so much lately.

"You're just jealous," Dean said with a smug look.

"Yeah, I'm jealous that you're corrupting the virgin nerd angel…okay, whatever," Sam said, rolling his eyes.

Dean glared at him "I'm not corrupting him," he defended "Cas is the one making all the moves…and who says he's still a virgin?" he grinned, knowing him and Castiel never did anything like that but he just wanted to see the look on his brother's face…oh, there it was. One of Sammy's bitchfaces.

Sam felt bile in the back of his throat as the images seared into his brain, out of his control "Aw gross. I didn't want to know that! Where is the brain bleach?"

Dean grinned and snickered on the couch at the traumatized look on his brother's face. He decided to go on "Cas is definitely the bottom type," he went on "I love the way he looks beneath me…his wings all puffed out and flared…the way he begs me to go harder…"

"Ahh! Stop!" Sam yelled, covering his ears as more images enveloped his mind. He quickly grabbed the keys to the Impala and ran out of the motel room, gagging.

Dean laughed to himself for a while after Sam left the room. If there was anything that made Sam uncomfortable, it was Dean talking about his sex life…his currently non-existing one but he had no problem making it up. He honestly couldn't imagine doing anything like that with Cas…he didn't like the idea of defiling an angel of the lord.

. . .

Dean and Sam sat in the Impala, driving to their next case. Dean smiled as he listened to Highway to Hell…he had always loved the song, even after the time he spent in Hell, itself. Sam was fast asleep in the passenger seat, curled on his side with his head resting against the window.

Dean knit his eyebrows when the song suddenly changed and Stairway to Heaven started to play. He fumbled with the stereo, trying to figure out what was going on. He had the friggen ACDC cassette in so how on earth did it switch to Zeppelin? He pushed the button and the tape came out, revealing ACDC. The music still played on and he stared at it for a moment before gasping when he felt warm hands on his shoulders "Dammit Cas…again?" he asked, turning.

Castiel was smiling, his sapphire eyes sparkling as he pressed his thumbs into the muscles on Dean's shoulders. He moaned as his body reacted nicely to the release of pressure. He let his head fall back as he drove along the narrow highway.

He gasped when he felt feathers roaming down his body and sliding up his shirt to brush across his skin. He white-knuckled the steering wheel and sucked in a breath when he felt those silken and tingling feathers slide through the waistband of his pants. He widened his eyes and tried to push the wing away but Castiel simply ignored him.

"Dean? You okay?" Sam suddenly asked with a groggy voice after the Impala almost swerved off the road.

Dean gulped and took a deep breath, nodding as that feather pushed lower and lower until…

"Cas!" Dean hissed, sucking in a breath as he tried to swat the wing away "I can't concentrate!"

Sam furrowed his eyebrows and turned to the backseat to see Castiel leaned forward, his hands on Dean's shoulders and a slight tilt of the head. He was staring down in Dean's lap.

Sam dared a glance at his brother and noticed the blown pupils and the way he was biting his lip. He groaned miserable "Aw come on not again…just put your wings away, Cas."

"You can see them?" Castiel asked curiously, releasing his wing from Dean, who let out the breath he had been holding.

"No but it doesn't take a genius to figure it out," Sam said, leaning his head back on the window.

Castiel just tilted his head as he let his feathers roam over the face of the younger hunter. Sam's eyes popped open when he felt a light and feathery touch over the skin on his face. It was tingly and seemed to make his skin feel numb with warmth through his veins. He narrowed his eyes at Castiel, who was staring at him like a puzzle that needed to be solved.

"You angry," Castiel said, sensing the emotions through the hunter.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me," Sam snapped, trying to bat away the invisible wings.

Dean shot Castiel a look that said 'nobody touches your wings but me' and Castiel just smiled before vanishing out of the Impala.

"Okay…your right, Cas is acting weird," Sam said, shivering with the aftereffects of being touched by wings. He didn't find it very pleasant and he wondered why Dean made such a big deal out of it. It really wasn't anything special.

. . .

"Castiel, did you go and visit the boys?" Gabriel asked as he lounged on a white chair in one of the Heavens that looked like a big, white room with glass statues and furniture made of silk and down feathers.

Castiel nodded and stared at the archangel "Dean isn't reacting that well to it," he said.

"Are you doing it right?" Gabriel asked, snapping his fingers so another chair popped into existence in front of him. He patted the spot and Castiel sat down on it before turning back to Gabriel. He nodded "I believe so."

"So you touched all parts of his body with your wings?" Gabriel asked, knowing that Dean would have had a reaction that would most likely scare Castiel out of his wits.

Castiel nodded "Why do you think I should touch him? He doesn't seem to like it when I get lower on his body. He pushes me away."

"I told you…humans love when you touch them with your wings…" Gabriel said with a smirk as he slid a grape lollipop into his mouth.

"Sam really didn't like it," Castiel said, confused.

"You touched Sam with your wings?" Gabriel asked, feeling a surge of jealousy suddenly pump through him.

Castiel noticed the shift in the archangel's mood "You said that it's relaxing…Sam seemed tense so I thought I would help him relax."

"Don't touch him," Gabriel said, trying not to sound jealous but he was just trying to mess with Dean. If Castiel touched him where Gabriel was explaining to the young angel…he ground his teeth, snapping the lollipop into pieces.

"But you said it's a normal thing to do…why would it be bad to help Sam?" Castiel asked, trying to understand.

"Just don't do it to Sam…just Dean," Gabriel said, knowing his game would end soon.

"But why?" Castiel asked.

Gabriel sighed "Touching them with your wings doesn't make them relax," he said, defeated "I was just telling you that so you would make Dean really uncomfortable."

Castiel's mouth flattened into a firm line and he felt anger building up "Why would you make me do that?"

"He was supposed to get horny," Gabriel said, shaking his head.

Castiel tilted his head "Horny?"

"Yeah…get turned on," Gabriel said, grinning at the confused angel.

"Turn what on?" Castiel asked.

Gabriel chuckled "Remember the pizza man?"

Castiel nodded, wondering how Gabriel knew about that.

"He was supposed to do things to you that the pizza man does," Gabriel said, hoping that was explanation enough.

Castiel felt the color drain from his face. His eyes were wide "W-why would you want him to act like that?" he questioned.

Gabriel shrugged, crunching on broken pieces of lollipop "It would be funny."

"No it wouldn't," Castiel said, standing up "I don't know why I even trust you."

Gabriel stood up with him and shrugged "I don't know why you trust me, either."

Castiel glared at him for a moment before vanishing to see Dean again.

. . .

Dean was now just lying in the Impala while Sam was interviewing one of the girls for their case that they assumed was witchcraft. He was bored as he blared Def Leppard and leaned the seat all the way back. He smiled when he felt Castiel whoosh into the passenger seat.

Dean lifted the seat so he sat upright as he turned to his angel, who was pursing his lips "I apologize for the way I was acting," he said sincerely.

Dean knit his eyebrows "You don't need to apologize," he said, his features smoothing out as he reached for Cas' hand.

Castiel smiled shyly "I took some wrong advice from Gabriel," he admitted.

Dean sighed "You need to stop listening to him," he shook his head "What did he tell you?"

"He said touching human's bodies with my wings would help them relax," Castiel said, his eyes grazing over Dean.

Dean nodded "It does sometimes…until you reach certain areas."

Castiel stared down, feeling his cheeks redden as he thought about the pizza man "Did it make you want to spank my rear?"

Dean almost choked when he heard those words and he felt his face flush "What? No," he said quickly. He needed to change the subject…fast.

"Is it enjoyable?" Castiel questioned, remembering the babysitter seemed to like it.

Dean quickly looked away; he was going to kill Gabriel. He took a deep breath, knowing Castiel was waiting for an answer "I-I guess some people like that."

"Do you like it?" Castiel probed curiously.

Dean felt his face flush some more but he just squeezed Castiel's hand "Let's talk about something else, okay?"

Castiel just pierced those blue eyes at Dean for a moment before nodding "Okay," he said.

Dean relaxed slightly, closing his hand tighter around Castiel's.

"Did I make you 'horny'?" Castiel questioned, tasting the word on his lips.

Dean felt his stomach turn "W-what?" he couldn't look into those eyes "N-no," he said quickly.

Castiel nodded "Oh," he said, still wondering what that term referred to "What does that word mean, exactly?"

Dean clenched his teeth and took a deep breath, feeling awkward "Let's talk about something else," he said again.

Castiel nodded "What about being 'turned on'?" he asked and Dean sighed.

"Cas…don't listen to a word Gabriel says," he said, pulling Castiel's hand to kiss lips and placing a gentle kiss on it.

Castiel nodded and stared out the window. Dean bit down on his lip and shook his head. He was seriously going to kick Gabriel's feathery behind.

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Hehe I know that was random but I just wanted to get something out. :D

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