Castiel had decided to change into something a little more comfortable, he settled on a plain black shirt and baggy sweatpants.
He was checking his reflection in the mirror on the wall beside his bedroom door when a loud knock caught his attention.
"Come in!" Castiel called, fidgeting with the drawstring of his pants in the mirror.
Dean stepped through the door, holding a bowl of caramel popcorn in one arm. Castiel noted Dean had also opted for comfortable clothing.
He wore an old T-shirt with the band name 'AC/DC' in faded lettering stretched across his broad chest and a loose fitting pair of flannel pajama pants.
Castiel felt heat rising in the pit of stomach at the sight of Dean, he wasn't used to seeing the hunter in such clothing.
Something about Dean in the baggy shirt stirred something awake, and in that moment Castiel praised his sweatpants for being a smidgen too baggy.
"Well, you ready?" Dean questioned looking the angel up and down, sucking in a breath at seeing Castiel in anything that wasn't his usual business casual wear.
Though the sudden idea of seeing Castiel in nothing but his trench coat and loose tie did briefly flutter to the forefront of his mind.
"Yes, I believe so," Castiel answered with a big grin that Dean noted lit up the angel's already too-blue eyes.
"Let's get going then," Dean responded with an equally big grin on his face.
Dean set down his bowl of popcorn onto a tray table he had set up next to his recliner before moving to put his copy of Twister into the dvd player.
He came to settle down into his seat as Castiel sank into the one beside him, surprised at how soft the chair was. No wonder Sam had fallen asleep in it the night before.
"You're gonna love this movie, Cas," Dean said excitedly, hitting play on the remote and pulling the bowl of popcorn into his lap.
"I'm sure I will, Dean," Castiel smiled up at the hunter, turning his attention to the TV as the opening credits played on screen.
Dean leaned back into his recliner, stretching his legs out on the foot rest. Castiel couldn't help but glance down at Dean's crotch and watch the outline of his soft dick imprint against the thin fabric.
Dean's shirt had lifted up enough to reveal his abdominal muscles and the hint of dark hair that trailed down past his waist and into his pants.
Castiel swallowed, feeling himself start to perk up again as his gaze lingered longer than it probably should have.
He reached for the blanket from the previous night and draped it over his lap in a poor attempt to cover the growing ache between his thighs.
Dean was engrossed in the film as the main characters on screen were racing around chasing a tornado, trying to get it on film.
He hadn't noticed Castiel staring at him a little too intently, his eyes traveling over Dean's muscular frame beneath his loose fitting clothes.
Dean's hand crossed the double arm rest between him and Castiel, and placed his hand on the angel's thigh as he drew small circles in the fabric of the blanket covering Castiel.
Castiel's breath hitched, his body reacting to the intimate touches as he leaned further back into the recliner.
Dean had taken advantage of Castiel closing his eyes, slowly moving his hand underneath the thin blanket. He ran his fingers over the hard length of Castiel through his sweatpants, smiling when he noticed the angel had forgone wearing boxers.
Castiel moaned quietly as Dean's hand stroked his length from the tip down to the base through his sweatpants. His head still leaned back into the chair, eyes closed as he focused on keeping his breathing steady.
Dean's hand stroked him, teasing the tip of his cock with his thumb and forefinger, drawing soft whimpers and moans from the angel.
"Just keep your eyes on the TV," Dean whispered into Castiel's war, his warm breath brushing the hairs on his neck.
Castiel nodded, regaining his attention on the television screen though he was unable focus what was actually happening on screen. He could only feel Dean's hand, moving up and down his shaft ever so slowly.
"That's it, and try your best to keep quiet... You wouldn't want Sam coming in and seeing you a flustered mess," Dean whispered, flicking the pad of his thumb over Castiel's leaking slit.
Castiel let his head lull back against the headrest, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He could hear rolling thunder echoing through the heavens above the Bunker.
Dean's grasp on him tightened as his pace quickened with his strokes, he feel Castiel nearing the edge of his orgasm as the angel's body tensed under his deliberate touches.
"That's it, angel... Come for me," Dean hissed in Castiel's ear, nipping at his earlobe as he stroked him through his orgasm.
Castiel shuddered, hips rolling up to meet Dean's hand each time it stroked down his length as he came. He silently cursed in enochian, moaning Dean's name in between broken words the hunter couldn't understand.
Dean removed his hand from Castiel, pulling it out from beneath the blanket. Smiling at you angel, who looked absolutely gorgeous after having just came from Dean jerking him off.
"I'll do that for you," Dean spoke grasping Castiel's hand in his as the angel lifted it to simply angel-away the mess he'd just made.
Dean positioned himself on the floor between Castiel's legs, having tossed the blanket from his lap over the back of the recliner.
Dean placed his hands on Castiel's thighs, lowering his head towards the angel's crotch, his tongue slid out across the head of Castiel's cock, sticky with his cum.
"Ooh..." Castiel whimpered as quietly as he could, his hand reaching out to caress Dean's face.
Dean put his lips around the tip of Castiel, sucking gently, hmm'ing at the taste of the angel. It was as sweet as Castiel was when they kissed.
Castiel ran his fingers through Dean's hair, moaning his name softly as Dean licked him clean.
Dean came off him with a wet pop as he shifted to look up at Castiel, reaching up to cup the angel's face lovingly.
"You're so fucking cute, Cas," Dean smiled at him. Castiel bent down in his chair and pressed his lips against Dean's, tasting himself in the kiss.
"Shall we finish the movie?" Castiel asked, a little out of breath, his cheeks tinted pink. Dean chuckled, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he stood and returned to his seat.
"Yeah, let's finish it," Dean answered. He grabbed the blanket off the back of Castiel's chair and draped it over their laps.
They finished watching Twister in silence, towards the ending Castiel had fallen asleep halfway across his seat and halfway in Dean's lap. Dean stroked the angel's soft hair, smiling like an idiot at the sight.
He soon fell asleep like that, head against the back of his recliner, arm across Castiel protectively. He didn't even really care if Sam came to check on them, he wouldn't be ashamed of being found.