Warning: Explicit man on man sex in this chapter. If that's not your thing you can skip it.

When he would look back on it later, Dean wouldn't remember the details clearly, consumed as he was by a haze of lust and adrenaline. One minute he was flinging himself into Cas's arms outside of Slayer Central, and the next minute they were in an empty field in the middle of nowhere. Cas had an arm around his waist and wasn't letting go. Which was perfectly alright with Dean, who was content to keep standing there, breathing in his scent until the cows came home.

"Why are there cows?" Charlie asked perplexedly. "And where the hell are we?" she said, looking around at the field they had landed in. To their left were a few woolly cows, who appeared unruffled by the sudden appearance of three strangers.

"Nebraska." Castiel deadpanned, his lips so close to Dean's ear that Nebraska became the most entrancing word in the English language. Dean shivered and turned his head, suddenly meeting Cas's shockingly blue eyes. Dean drank him in, reveling in the heat and solidity and utter thereness of him.

"How?" Dean murmured, unable to stop himself from asking.

"Gabriel," Cas answered, just as softly.

"Huh." Dean stored that answer away for later processing. His brain was otherwise occupied.

Cas seemed equally disinterested in discussing the circumstance of their reunion. The arm around Dean's waist tightened slightly and Cas's face leaned closer.

"Uh...guys?" Charlie interrupted. Cas paused, irritation clouding his features.

"Sorry, hate to interrupt the...moment, but considering we just escaped from a crazy mob of evil witches, I think it would be a good idea if we got out of the open. Preferably to someplace with magical warding." Without taking his eyes off of Dean or moving away even slightly, Cas answered.

"Agreed." He shot out his hand and grabbed Charlie's shoulder again. A second later they were

inside a nondescript motel room. Dean glanced around.

"Uh, not to knock your choice of digs Cas, but are you sure we're safe here? Wherever here is?"

"I put up wards all over the motel. We should be hidden from anyone looking for us by mystical means."

Dean stepped away slightly to steady himself on the uneven carpet. Cas's hand twitched where it rested on his lower back, unwilling to lose the contact.

"Charlie," Cas rasped, refusing to move from Dean's side, "You should go rent us two rooms. This and the one adjoining."

"I...what? Why? This place looks abandoned."

"It's not, and if we want to hide out here we should pay for the rooms." He explained, not looking away from Dean as he spoke.

"Okay...but-"

"Charlie," Cas interrupted tersely, glaring at her. "Go...rent...a room." Charlie rolled her eyes and left, muttering uncomplimentary things about angels and sexual repression as she went.

Alone in the room, Dean and Cas stared at each other for a long, tense moment.

"Cas..."

"Dean, I can explain-"

"Shut up." Dean ordered harshly. "Just...just shut up for a second." He took a deep breath. "I don't know why you followed us here, or how you even knew where here is, or why you're with Charlie..." he paused. The entire time he spoke, he moved closer into Castiel's personal space, until their faces were mere inches apart. "And right now I don't care."

Without warning, he reached out and grabbed the back of Castiel's neck, crushing their lips together. Cas was completely still for about half a second, before he opened his mouth and pulled Dean to him just as tightly. Dean moaned as he felt Cas's tongue slip into his mouth. They had only done this a few times, and only when they were pretty sure one of them was about to die for real. Each time, Dean had been amazed by how perfect and hot and ridiculously arousing Cas's mouth was. Thank you pizza man.

Dean's left hand grabbed spastically at his hip, drawing Cas's lower body against him. Cas grunted as he pressed his bulge into Dean's thigh. Cas pulled his head back for a second, just long enough to speak.

"Bed. Now." Dean would have agreed if Cas hadn't immediately taken possession of his mouth again. Cas started pushing him in the direction of the bed. Dean stumbled backwards, pushing desperately at Cas's trench coat which slid to the floor.

Dean's legs hit the edge of the bed and he pulled back slightly to steady himself. He was still off balance when Cas grabbed his shirt in both hands and literally ripped it off of him. He hissed at the burn but was quickly distracted by Cas shoving him onto the bed.

Cas crawled up the bed on top of Dean, pausing to lick and nip at his chest before biting into the side of Dean's neck. Dean gasped and raked his nails down Cas's back. He dipped his hands under his shirt and pulled it up roughly. When the shirt was around Cas's upper arms he pulled away from Dean long enough to angrily toss it away.

He quickly dove back down, taking Dean's neck and jaw with one hand and tilting his mouth to where he wanted before plunging his tongue back inside. He loving the burn of stubble against his face. With his other hand, he popped the fly on Dean's jeans and wrapped his fist around him. Dean gasped and arched up. Cas smirked triumphantly against his mouth. His smirk turned to a yelp of surprise as Dean surged up and flipped Cas onto his back.

"Waited too damn long for this Cas," he whispered roughly. He shuffled down Cas's body until he was eye level with his groin. Dean ripped his pants open, heedless of lost buttons as Cas's dick sprang out. Cas propped himself up onto his elbows and looked down at Dean, who had one hand around his shaft. He gave an experimental stroke, entirely different from the frenzied pace they had set so far. Cas groaned at the motion, and Dean looked up at him. He raised his eyebrow and smirked, repeating the action. Cas's jerked, unable to control himself.

"Dean..." he gasped. That seemed to be what he was waiting for because he immediately swallowed Cas down as far as he could take him, which was pretty far. Cas yelped and collapsed backwards onto the bed. Dean chuckled slightly around his mouthful. He pulled back until just the tip remained in his mouth. He sucked harder, tonguing the slit before swallowing him back down. He kept up a teasing pace, using every trick he'd ever picked up in a hundred roadside bathrooms to drive Cas absolutely insane.

"Dean..." Cas gasped, looking back down at him. "If you...keep that up...I won't-" Dean pulled off suddenly. Cas groaned, bereft at the sudden loss. Over the blood pounding in his ears he could hear the sound of Dean moving around, doing something beyond the vantage point of the bed. He was about to ask what he was doing when Dean was suddenly back to worshiping Cas's cock. Cas went back to being totally incoherent with pleasure. He was so distracted that he barely noticed when his pants disappeared and Dean's slick finger started slowly circling his entrance.

Dean glanced up.

"Can I?" he asked hesitantly, pushing slightly.

Cas took a moment to think about it before responding.

"Yes. Thank you for asking," he said gruffly. Dean snorted, chuckling helplessly. He smiled up at Cas, genuine delight in his eyes.

"God, I missed you."

Cas looked back at him and smiled softly. "I missed you too."

They stared at each other for a moment, completely still. Cas moved his hips slightly, reminding dean what he was doing. "You may continue now," Cas rasped out. Dean smirked and licked a long stripe up the underside of Cas's dick.

Cas groaned and threw his head back.

Dean gradually worked a second finger into Cas, crooking his digits slightly until he found an angle that made Cas arch off the bed and blaspheme loudly.

"That's what I like to see," Dean murmured, working in a third finger as quickly and gently as possible.

"Dean...If you don't hurry up I am going to do something drastic and inadvisable," Cas growled. Dean took the hint and slid up Cas's body. He kissed Cas deeply as he lined himself up and began to push in gently. Cas hissed and scratched his hands down Dean's back and grabbed his ass, trying to pull him closer. After what felt like forever, Dean was fully inside him.

"Good?" Dean asked through gritted teeth, trying like hell to keep himself still. In response, Cas moaned and pushed up into him. Dean took that as permission. He pulled out almost completely and then slid back in with a stuttering groan. Cas reached up with one hand and grabbed the headboard to give himself leverage as he pushed back aggressively against Dean's thrusts. Dean grunted in surprise, rhythm stuttering for a moment before he regained momentum and started to thrust in earnest. It wasn't long before Cas was shaking and cursing beneath him.

"Dean, I'm-" he cut off suddenly as Dean reached between them and grabbed a handful of Cas's cock. He stroked once, twice, and then Cas was screaming and shuddering out his release. Cas tightened around him and Dean couldn't hold on anymore. He bit down on Cas's neck as he let go, his entire body trembling. When he finally finished blanking out from pleasure, he released Cas's neck, giving a little lick to the abused flesh and collapsed to the side. His arm draped lazily across Cas's heaving chest in what could potentially be described as cuddling.

They lay together, enjoying the afterglow and basking in the closeness.

"Hey Cas?" Dean said quietly.

"Yes Dean?" Cas grated out, glancing at the top of his head.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, I love you." Cas smiled up at the ceiling before replying.

"Ditto."

Dean snorted.

"Ditto?" he asked incredulously.

"It's a reference from a movie featuring Patrick Swayze."

"I know-"

"The movie is called 'Ghost'. When I used to picture this moment, I always felt it would be an appropriate response if you were to profess your love first. Given your lifelong profession as a ghost hunter and our collective tendency to transcend death." By the end of this explanation, Dean was giggling too hard to respond. Instead, he settled for kissing Cas again on his stupid beautiful lips.