Author's Note: Because I love you all too much to be healthy and have developed one hell of a praise kink.. have another chapter.

Days later and Dean still can't go to sleep without thinking about the last time he'd seen Cas. Felt Cas. He kept half-expecting to wake up underneath an angel.

This was stupid. Sam almost caught them. Came damn close to witnessing them come together.

He turned the pillow over in frustration and settled onto his front.

Dean didn't know if he should try to talk to Cas again or not. His body was all the fuck for it but his body was always making dumbass mistakes. He had the memory of an amazon love-child, and her death, to prove it.

Cas only appeared in his motel room to keep him from losing it. Then it turned all hot and heavy when they got caught up in the moment. Dean wondered why he never popped up when he was cutting to dull the anger. Only when he'd been about to empty his clip into the darkness was he just there.

Nothing had changed, dammit. He still didn't want to ruin his friend, no matter what his cock wanted.

God, Cas had looked so fucking hot with his lips all pink from biting them. His reactions were so honest, you could read everything on his face. His eyes kept clenching shut almost like he was in pain. He was gasping so close to his lips they were practically breathing each others air.

Dean was humping slowly into the mattress before he realized it.

He huffed out a sigh and tried to ignore anything south of the border and all thoughts of pretty boy angels. It turned out he'd see him again all too soon.

They pulled off the highway at a sports bar for dinner. When he stepped out of the Impala, past Sam he catches a glimpse of tan trench-coat going around the corner out behind the place.

He hesitates and says, "Hey, I'll meet you inside."

After Sam walks inside, he turns the corner and almost crashes into a wall of angel. He can feel himself smile sheepishly and looks at the ground to try and wipe it away. Stop it!

"Cas. Why are you creeping out here like you're trying to lure children into a van?"

"You are no child, Dean," he says frowning.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Come inside."

Maybe they can just coast over this awkwardness and use Sammy as a buffer.

"We need to come to an understanding first."

Or maybe not. Panic is starting to creep over him so he tries to sound angry, "Oh we do, huh?"

Cas just waits.

"I can handle it."

"Obviously not."

"Dammit Cas. You can't just- don't you see how messed up this is?" I am..

"What if you had attacked your brother?" Cas says angrily now.

"I wouldn't hurt, Sam!" he growls.

"You already did."

It was low.. but true. And that hurt worse. Sam had been bleeding on the floor, about to get a machete buried in his skull before Cas intervened. Shit.

He turns his back to glare at the pavement. Could they really do this? Cas babysit him whenever he had one of his spazz outs. What if it started to go all sexy again? It seemed to always get mixed in but Cas was here telling him..fighting him to try. Maybe he could let Cas subdue him, give him control when he needed reigning in but he didn't think he could.. continue like they were last night. What if Sam had rolled over and saw them. Christ he loses his mind when Cas gets close. He just needed to tell him how it was so he didn't get the wrong idea.

"Two things. Sammy can't know. He thinks we're off singin' Kum-Ba-Yah and practicing yoga. And just to be clear, I'm still not into dudes."

Cas looked heavenward and exhaled through his nose. He didn't have to point out that Dean was rubbing against his very manly bits the other night with no problem. The silence hung heavy and he felt a little foolish. Like a kid saying he wasn't afraid of the dark when he was quivering.

"You do realize how ridiculous it is to place such importance on gender? Humans have used labels as an excuse to kill each other since their beginning."

Dean became very interested in the parking lot pot holes all of the sudden.

"Do you want my help?" He sensed Cas was just about done with him and his shit.

Dean watched several cars find spots before he answered. "Look, you're right. I can't do this on my own. So, if you still wanna help me figure out how to stop this, I'd appreciate it."

Cas didn't move until Dean made eye contact again. Then he took several steps way into his personal space until Dean backed up against the brick wall.

"Just to be clear," Cas mimicked him evenly, "You are saying you need me."

"Yeah, sounds like it." Dean tried for sarcastic.

"Say it." He was dead serious.

Dean's cheeks burn. He sighed and rolled his eyes but felt his pulse hammering.

"I need you." He flushed and bites off, "Happy?"

Christ. What he needs is some space between them.

Cas smiles almost smugly as he steps back. "Yes. We can go in now."

"Fantastic." He throws over his shoulder as he stomps towards the door.

He does a quick survey of the rowdy room and finds Sam through the cheering half-drunk crowd. Several games are playing at once on tvs in every corner. He'd have seen his brother even if Sam wasn't waving from the end of a row of booths. He's a head taller than almost everyone there. Cas walks past him when they reach the booth to slide in opposite Sam. Great. Now he's either going to have to sit next to Sam which would be odd and draw attention or.. Damn him.

He slid in next to Cas and said, "Look who I found lurking outside."

"Hey Castiel. How ya been?" Sam smiles up from his menu.

"Hello, Sam. I have been very well, thank you."

Dean tries not to look his way and finds the beer list. He will probably be blushing like a freaking school girl if he does.

"You haven't been around lately. Are you and Dean still working on the exercises?"

Last time they were all together was actually at that damn motel. He wills his brain not to think of Cas in bed with him. Cas on top of him. Cas biting his lip. Cas moaning. Fuck. Old Ladies. Old Ladies in two pieces.. synchronized swimming.

"We are going to begin them again soon." Cas offers helpfully.

"Can we talk about something else? I feel like the big crazy elephant in the room."

Cas is frowning at that like he wants to ask what relation Dean has to an elephant.

"Don't be a dick. We're just worried about you." Sam says instead.

The waitress bounces up to their table and smiles at all of them. Dark brown hair up in a high ponytail and tight shorts that hug her ass. "Hiya boys. What are we drinkin'?"

Sam gets some Belgian beer and Dean a Budweiser. When Castiel just look at her, Dean says he'll have one too.

She'd been basically bating her lashes at all of them before but now zeroed in on him.

"Sure thing. Be right back!"

He smiles back. Hmm.. it has been over a damn year and some change since he's been laid.

She returns with all their drinks and makes sure to lean her plumb tits right in his face to deposit Cas' beer in front of him. When she pulls back, she lingers to give him another inviting look.

He grins and winks. "Thanks, sugar." Maybe if he had a nice quick fuck in a backseat he'd release some of this sexual tension he's got bottled up. Maybe he'd stop getting hard everytime Cas looked at him. Speaking of..

He feels Cas stiffen next to him and, considering Cas' posture always seems pretty stiff, that's something.

"Hey Cas, have you ever heard of a Djinn feeding on anything other than happiness?" Sam asks about a potential case in Arizona.

Him and Cas go over their gathered info while the waitress comes back to get their orders. She's giggling at nothing in particular when he orders and leans close to her. He can virtually feel the coldness coming from his right. Dean ignores him and concentrates on finishing his burger.

When their plates are cleared and a few more beers downed, the brunette returns to ask about dessert.

"So how 'bout it, guys? Up for something sweet?" She smirks at her phrasing.

Sam shakes his head so she turned to sit her hip up on the table and face Dean.

"House specials are Banana Pudding, Double Chocolate Cake and Apple Pie A La Mode."

Cas, who had been staring out the window, turned and spoke before Dean could enthusiastically go for the last option.

"Chocolate Cake."

She turns to him a little annoyed. "Okay one cake and what about you, handsome?"

"The cake is for Dean." Castiel drew back her attention. " I don't want anything."

When Dean turned to gape at him, Cas was looking straight at the waitress with raised eyebrows as if to ask "was there anything else?"

The girl pouted down her plump lips in question at Dean. He glanced at Cas who shifted his gaze back to him. His stare was steady, waiting for Dean to make the decision.

The waitress was still watching, irritated now. Even Sam looked up across to him.

He swallowed and, before he knew exactly why, said "Yeah. That sounds good."

God, it took everything to keep his voice from freaking cracking.

Cas pursed his lips a little in a small satisfied smile and looked off at a tv near them. Sam was frowning so he cleared his throat and asked something about the case. It felt oppressively warm in there.

The waitress brought the damned cake and set it down in front of him, trying to catch his eye again. Dean was too busy staring at the dessert like he'd never seen cake before.

"Thank you." Cas said for him and he was positively smirking. Why the hell was he getting hard? Calm down. Jesus, not here.

He almost hopped out of the booth when he felt Cas' strong fingers rubbing his upper thigh under the table. Sam had asked him something but what the hell it was he could not for the life of him (or lack of embarrassment) tell.

"Uh.." he gulped shallowly.

"It sounds as though you are tracking a werewolf. What do you think, Dean?" Cas slowly turned to him with his face open as if he was offering a useful solution instead of about to drive him crazy with the way his hand was making passes up and down on top of his thigh. Getting closer to his swollen.. Fuck!

"I thought you enjoyed dessert, Dean," he asked innocently. Straight-faced. Okay so apparently Cas can be incredibly vindictive when he's jealous. Sam was looking at him with raised eyebrows like what the fuck is wrong with you?

"Yep." Staring at the wedge of chocolate waiting for him. He speared off a bite and right as he swallowed, Cas brushed lightly against him, half-hard already. His eyes went wide and he choked.

"Wrong pipe?" Sam asked, focused back on the file he was reading.

Dean almost laughed at the choice of words but just grunted yeah and drank from his beer. Several chugs later... he was able to look at Cas who had a challenging smile. It did all kinds of things to his lower region and he was painfully at full attention now.

He could not believe he was sitting in public, across from his little brother with another guy's hand on his pole.. and letting it happen. He thanked the big guy (that he hardly believed in anymore) that they were in the last booth of a row so unless that waitress came back no one would see how the heel of Cas' hand was firmly pressing into him.

The pressure stopped completely when he set his fork down to drink his beer.

Cas asked Sam about some witness description like he had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Was he really just going to work him up and stop. God, he was a bastard sometimes.

He angrily took a big bite of the sweet thick frosting and moaned low when Cas suddenly grasped his dick tight through his jeans. Holy shit. Hopefully the game above them was too loud.

"Need a moment alone with your dessert?" Sam laughs.

Dean forces his mouth to keep chewing but nearly winces.

"If you'd prefer the pie, I can get the waitresses attention." Cas looked at him all earnest and helpful. The little shit. His fingers are tracing the outline of his stiffness.

The chocolate was overwhelmingly sweet but he made the decision to bring another bite to his lips. Oh God.. when did Cas get this sexual? He wouldn't have thought he'd known how to handle his own erection let alone stroking Dean's like a pro.

Dean's hand wrapped around the edge of the table to hold on as he finished the last bite. Fingers dipped lower and brushed over his balls. Up and over and down..

"Oh, um. Here's your check." She couldn't have seen what Cas was doing from under the table but she knew something was going on. She skittered off quickly.

Dean breathed out a shaky sigh. Cas' hand is gone and it's not coming back. Could a guy die of blue balls?

"Did you like it, Dean?" Cas asks and his dick is so hard its a sin.

"Right up there with pie." Dean puts his head in his hands and rubs his eyes

Cas says his goodbyes without a backwards glance or a lingering look to show that he knows how very uncomfortable he made his favorite hunter.

"Dude, what the hell?"

"What?" Dean says distractedly.

"What's with you letting Cas order you cake? When I forget your pie you bite my head off."

"I thought I'd try new things. Sue me."

"Dean, you've gone off on thirty minute lectures about why pie is better than cake."

"Whatever. It's not a big deal, Christ. Look so I'm gonna stick around and try to hook up with that waitress, Mindy."

"Megan."

"Yeah. Right. So.."

Sam started grabbing his stuff. "Well good luck. You're gonna need it after you ignored her to have your intimate moment with your cake."

"Shut up, Bitch." Dean throws the keys to him.

"Jerk." Sam chuckled. He pauses like he wants to say something but shakes it off and keeps walking.

Dean gives it several minutes and asks the first chick in a small uniform he finds for the Men's Room key. Once inside he locks the door and takes a few steps inside, sinks and mirrors to his left. Closing his eyes, he whispers,"Cas" and is shoved the few feet back against the door before he opens them again.

Their bodies are tight together and Cas is smiling from an inch away. Cas' arms are on either side of his head, hands flat against the door.

"Christ, you're such a cocktease." Dean's voice is shaky. He closes his eyes and can't help smiling when Cas' moves in to suck on his neck. All thoughts of his earlier manly man speech, his brother, the fucking waitress are in another world. His is filled up with the feeling of a rough cheek scraping his neck as Cas' turns his head to lick behind his ear.

"Shit." he breathes. Cas bites his ear and is beginning to cause amazing friction lower. This is when he'd usually be making out pretty heavy with whatever woman he was about to bury inside of but he realized Cas had avoided his face all together. Probably worried Dean will freak out.. like he could pretend what they were doing was somehow not sexual or maybe forget that he wasn't strictly just into girl parts. If they don't kiss or if Cas' didn't look him in the eye (even though he was making his eyes roll back) then it didn't count. And yeah, Dean usually would be freaking out but Cas is making everything awesome.

He feels teeth biting down to worry a sensitive spot on his neck and lifts up both hands to Cas' bent head and pulls him back. Cas' eyes are dazed and disappointed. He watches him lick his lower lip free of excess saliva.

Fuck it.

Dean sees a second of confusion when he pulls Cas' face to his before their lips meet. It's sweet and over too quick because Cas is jerking back to look at Dean. He cocks his head and they stare at each other in silence. Dean is going to lose his nerve soon if Cas doesn't do something but then he's leaning in slowly. Carefully. Eyes flicking between his mouth and his eyes..giving Dean time to pull away and say Just kidding. Their noses rub together as they kiss gently for a minute. Dean opens his mouth a little to encourage more. He licks against Cas' mostly closed lips until he gets it and moans when Cas dives forward. Cas' tongue slides against his and they crash together, only pulling back every minute or so to pant for breath.

Dean's hand is shaking, despite his arousal pushing him on as he reaches down to undo Cas' belt. Women usually didn't wear belts.. he couldn't kid himself. He was actually going to do this. Reach inside to touch another dude's di-

What the fuck? Dean's brain short circuited when Cas' fingers stroked him through his jeans before slipping the button loose and pulling down the zipper.

Dean's hand, that had paused mid-unbuckling, yanked impatiently now. he tore at the slack's fly as Cas pushed his jeans and boxers down on his thighs roughly.

Cool air hit his cock but nothing was bringing his erection down now. He just got Cas' pant's open when there was a knock on the door behind him. The one he was about to rub dicks with a guy against.

Cas pulls back, hair mussed and eyes wide.

Dean grabbed his shoulders too hard and whispers harshly "I swear to your douche of a dad if you fly away right now I'll clip your fucking wings."

Cas honest to god smirks. He pointedly let's his eyes drop down to Dean's hips and grabs them, pulls him tight to him and thrusts up at the same time. Only thin blue boxers between their throbbing-

Another loud knock.

Fuck.. "Occupied! Out in a goddamn minute!" He barked.

He hears some muttering on the other side of the wood as he drops his head back against it.

"Where the hell did you learn all this, Cas?" He gasps.

"I've been doing research." He gruffly answers to the ceiling when Dean pulls him out of his boxers to stroke him.

The fog clears for just a second as he laughs and hesitates.. "Wait. You mean you've been watching porn?"

Cas thumbs over Dean's head and rubs the pre-cum in a slow circle. "It is very informative. I think I have learned a lot."

Dean pictures his angel, head tilted, studying gay porn for tips and almost explodes in his hand. He goes back to tentively touching Cas' dick too.

"Fuck. Yeah, you have."

Cas moves in close and cups his jaw to bring their mouths back together. With his other hand he grabs Dean's wrist to pull him away from where he'd been beginning to jerk him.

"You can touch me anywhere except there." He looks at him levelly so Dean pays attention when he can barely remember to breathe.

He doesn't explain, just goes back to licking inside Dean's slightly open mouth with fervor.

What? Where else is he supposed to touch him? Fuck, why is it so hard to think? His head spins a little when Cas tightens his hold over his shaft.

Dean moans into the other man's mouth. He tries to focus on what Cas might want but his legs are shaking with every intense pump of Cas' hand. His own naked cock is throbbing untouched between them. He briefly has a flash of seeing Cas' chest before he had Dean help carve an Enochian symbol into it. He's always so buried in layers and Dean reaches up for the buttons to his white dress shirt. Cas doesn't stop him, he's allowed this.

When Dean gets the shirt open, he pushes his hands inside over the shoulders then drags his fingers down over his collar bone, over his nipples and lower to the edge of the trail of hair. He's never seen so much of Cas' skin and it's erotic and feels intimate.. almost as much as the guy fisting his cock.

He's busy dragging his thumb over Cas' navel and hip bones so he doesn't notice until he feels it. Cas encircled his dick next to Dean's in his hand.

"Fuck, Cas.." He bangs his head against the door and winces at the intense pleasure. He never imagined this could feel so good. When Cas' hand upstroked, their heads where tightly wedged together. Downstroke right down to the root. Hot. Hard. Cas' hands twists as he pulls up now. He dips forward to suck at Dean's neck for a moment before moving open mouthed kisses over his jaw, chin to stop just a breath away from his mouth. Dean's opens his eyes and only then will he lick over his lips and kiss him again.

Dean cums harder than he thought was possible hanging on to Cas hips to ground him and sucking in air as fast as he can get it. Cas watches him, licking over his open mouth when he's almost done spurting and lets his own eyes close to let go. There's a noise like a power surge and the long light bar above them pops. They pant in the dark, eyes adjusting to what little light there is with the red EXIT sign above them.

He's still clinging onto Cas for support as he tries really hard to not make a joke about being touched by an angel.