"That's a nice picture" Said Dean taking a canvas out of the wardrobe
"Put that away, Dean" Said Castiel on the bed, they just arrived from Sam's birthday party; Castiel feet were sore from dancing.
"I'm sorry, I was just looking for my jacket" Said Dean taking another painting out of the wardrobe; it was a painting of a beautiful moon on the skies. The moon was gigantic on the dark skies and an impala was there just parked close to those dark threes, it looked like something out of a dream. "Did you paint this, Cas?"
"Dean, it's just a silly picture" Said Castiel taking the canvas out of Dean's hand and putting it away, he took Dean's jacket from a drawer "Here"
"Thanks Cas" Said Dean a little spooked with Castiel's reaction to those hidden paintings "Did I upset you?"
"No, Dean" Said Castiel lying on the bed "It's just something I used to do"
"So you used to paint pictures" Said Dean sitting on the foot of the bed "But those pictures are beautiful"
"Maybe" Said Castiel closing his eyes "It doesn't matter now"
"So why do you keep it then?"
"It's just memorabilia" Said Castiel covering himself with the blanket "If I need something to remember when I was in high school"
"I see" Said Dean smiling, Castiel closed his eyes and in minutes he fell asleep. Dean stood there watching over Castiel.
He walked towards the wardrobe and took that big bag with ten different canvases out without waking Castiel up. Dean took the first on named "Heavily Dream" It was a painting of a summer afternoon, a man with a kite flying on the blue sky in a green park, a couple making a picnic, a dog and some beautiful threes.
Dean laid it on the floor and looked at another one, this one was named "Raised from perdition" It was clearly an angel lifting some man from an abyss of red chains, the man looked asleep, and the angel had a serious face, a shinning light was coming from him.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Asked Castiel that was standing behind of Dean 'When did he wake?'
"I'm sorry, but I had to see it" Said Dean putting the canvases away in the bag again
"I told you to not look!" Said Castiel taking the bag out of Dean's hands and locking up on the wardrobe again "These aren't my best paintings"
"But it's look great!" Said Dean happily while sitting on the floor with his legs crossed "Why do you hide it?"
"Because it's remind me of Balthazar!" Said Castiel sitting on the floor too, Dean and Castiel looked like two little boys, they stood there in silence looking at each other's eyes, until Dean broke the silence:
"Even so, you should paint again"
"I only paint my dreams"
"Then what is the problem?"
"I don't remember my dreams anymore"
"Maybe you need to paint real life now" Said Dean resting his hand on Castiel's shoulder, Castiel smiled closing his eyes, it felt good to share about his paintings
"Maybe one day I will"
"Why do you keep running away from me, Cas?"
"I don't"
"Yes, you do" Said Dean getting close to Castiel, which just backed away "See; you deny yourself what we want"
"I'm not sure about what we want"
"I'm not talking about sex only, Cas" Said Dean getting his face close to Castiel's face, Dean ended up on top of him and Castiel was on the floor "I'm talking about that bubble around you."
Castiel just stood in silence; Dean held his face and gently kissed his chin twice and continued:
"Don't I turn you on?" Whispered Dean on Castiel's ears
"Yes, you turn me on" Said Castiel placing his hand on Dean's waist, feeling his abs and part of his hips "And I want to make love to you"
"So why you keep trying to hide it" Whispered Dean again teasing Castiel's crouch with his left hand "When I can feel it"
Castiel blushed with excitation; Dean rubbed his hips lightly on Castiel's lap and turned him on even more.
"Dean" Moaned Castiel almost begging "Please s-stop"
Dean just held Castiel's neck and kissed his Adam's apple, his tongue ran to Castiel's mouth kissing him with such a hungry that forced Castiel's hands to tight his grip on Dean's waist.
"Don't you like it?" Whispered Dean with his thumbs on Castiel's nipples "Cas?"
Castiel kissed Dean and silenced him; he flipped Dean and slid his arm on Dean's chest.
"Don't tease me, Dean" Moaned Castiel on Dean's ears, he was embracing Dean from behind against the floor, Dean wasn't accustomed to being dominated, but he enjoyed Castiel's hand on his chest and his breath upon his neck.
"Do you think this is teasing?" Asked Dean rubbing Castiel's tights with both his hands, Castiel smiled a devilish smile and grabbed Dean's hips with lust and strength. "Do you want me Castiel?"
Asked Dean taking his shirt off "Do you like what you see?" Teased Dean again while Castiel stared Dean's body "Do I turn you on?"
Castiel kissed Dean again taking Dean's pants off, like a wild animal, he wanted make sex as much as Dean "Do you like to feel powerful, Cas?" Asked Dean teasing him again, Castiel just nodded and threw Dean on the bed embracing him from behind again and making Dean arch his body against his.
"I do, I like to feel powerful"
"Like God?"
"Like God" Moaned Castiel, lightly biting Dean's ear, his lips were dry and hot, Dean kept teasing Castiel body against his
"Do you want me to be on my knees?"
"I would love it, Dean" Whispered Castiel taking his pants off
"So tell me to be on my knees" Said Dean again smiling, he was almost making sex with Castiel
"On your knees!" Said Castiel making Dean sit on his lap, Dean just smiled and rubbed his body against Castiel's lap
"I'm not listening" Said Dean teasing Castiel again "Louder!"
"On your knees!" Shouted Castiel filled with lust, Dean smiled and kissed Castiel's mouth
"Fuck me" Whispered Dean while being held by Castiel's arms "Fuck me good"
"Is that what I'm doing?" Asked Castiel confused, he was almost naked with Dean on his bed. Castiel was hard as he could be, but something in the way Dean told him to fuck him sounded strange to him.
"Just fuck me, Cas" Said Dean kissing Castiel's mouth, but he didn't kissed him back, instead he stood and pulled Dean away from him gently and ashamed, what was he doing? He really liked Dean, why was he making sex to Dean like he was a cheap hooker. Castiel felt more ashamed because he liked that kind of sex.
"I'm sorry" Said Castiel putting his pants on "I just can't do this"
"Cas, come on!" Said Dean on the bed "Are you gonna leave me like this?" Said Dean pointing to his hard on
"I'm sorry, Dean, I don't want to fuck you" Said Castiel leaving the room with pillow on his lap "I want to make love to you"
Dean laid back on the bed and breathed out in frustration. He should've known that Castiel wasn't the type of guy how liked to talk dirty while doing it 'What he meant by making love not sex?' thought Dean putting his pants on again 'what difference does it make?'