Castiel had woken up to find himself snuggled under a blanket in the recliner, looking around to see the brothers had left and seeing the TV turned off.
He figured Dean and Sam had left him to sleep, presumably to go to bed in their own rooms, he glanced up at the clock on the wall to see it was well past midnight.
He stood from the recliner, letting the blanket fall to the floor around his feet before making his way out of the room and into the hallway.
He followed the halls until he found himself standing outside Dean's bedroom door, unsure if he should knock or just leave Dean be when the door suddenly opened.
Without a word, Dean pulled Castiel into the room shutting the door behind him before slamming the angel up against it as he claimed Castiel's mouth in a passionate kiss.
"I was kinda hoping you would come here," he said quietly, pressing his forehead against Castiel's as he broke the kiss.
Dean led Castiel towards his bed, pushing him down as he climbed on top of the angel, pressing their lips together once more.
Castiel and Dean were sitting side by side at the dining table when Sam finally made his way into the kitchen, no doubt drawn out by the smell of breakfast.
He smiled a big dopey grin when he noticed the various foods on the table, sitting down across from Dean and Castiel as he grabbed a plate and dug in.
"Good morning to you too, Sam..." Dean teased catching his brother's attention from his food.
"Morning," Sam responded sheepishly, quickly avoiding Dean's gaze, stuffing a piece of bacon into his mouth.
"Everything ok, Sammy?" Dean questioned sensing something was up with his brother.
Sam nodded, still not looking up at Dean, which only made him more curious to his brother's odd behavior.
He shared a look with Castiel, shrugging his shoulders as if to say "beats me," to Castiel's questioning expression.
Sam let out a long sigh, finally bringing his gaze up to meet Dean's, his brow furrowed in thought.
"I... Uh... Had a rough night..." Sam admitted, not wanting to go into detail as he glanced briefly at Castiel. Dean had almost forgotten the angel was still there he'd been so quiet.
"Hey Cas, you mind giving us a moment?" Dean turned in his seat, giving Castiel an apologetic look. He could tell something was bothering Sam, and he didn't want Castiel hearing whatever Sam wanted to tell him.
Though Dean had an idea of what it was that kept Sam up last night, he and Castiel hadn't exactly been quiet...
Castiel nodded in understanding and removed himself from the room in a rush of wind and wings.
"Why not tell me about you and Cas, dude? Did you think I would judge you or something?"
"Cause you know that's so far from the truth, Dean..." Sam looked up at his brother, his features soft with what he hoped convey understanding.
Dean nervously rubbed the back of his neck, not entirely meeting his brother's eyes. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks as embarrassment tried to creep up on him.
He wasn't embarrassed about him and Cas, more just embarrassed that his baby brother had heard them and didn't know how to tell him about them.
"It just sorta happened... 's been happening lately, actually..." Dean let out the breath he'd been holding in, letting it go on a sigh.
"Honestly, I'm glad Dean... You two have been harboring some pretty intense tension between each other," Sam chuckled patting Dean on the shoulder.
"So, it seriously doesn't bother you?" Dean questioned, still a little shocked at Sam's reaction.
"I mean... Maybe tell Cas to be a little quieter," Sam raised an eyebrow, giving Dean a knowing look.
"Yeah, I... uh... gotta work on that," Dean smirked, an intrusive little thought popping up in the back of his mind.
"Well, now that that's out of the way, I got some stuff to take care of... I'll be gone for a few hours," Sam stood from the table, taking his plate over to the sink as he looked at Dean over his shoulder.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't!" Sam made a quick escape before Dean could respond, leaving him to his thoughts.
Dean found Castiel in the library, perched in a chair and reading a book. Dean looked at the title, it was some religious text Castiel had found on a shelf.
He walked over to where Castiel was seated at the table, taking up an empty chair beside him. He reached over curling a finger under Castiel's chin, drawing the angel's attention from his book and up at Dean.
Castiel set his book on the table, his full attention on Dean as their eyes met. He felt a tingle of electricity between them as Dean leaned in for a kiss.
Their lips pressed together as hands sought out for the other, grabbing at clothes as the kiss deepened.
Dean slid a hand into Castiel's hair, holding him still as he kissed and licked a path down the angel's throat, eliciting moans and whimpers from him.
Dean pulled away briefly, hand still on the back of Castiel's head.
"Sam went out to run some errands, he won't be back til later..." he spoke, slightly breathless before going in for another kiss.
He pulled Castiel up to stand, hands going for his hips and suddenly lifting him up and laying him down on the table.
Castiel watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Dean made quick work of removing their pants, first Cas', then his own.
Dean pulled Castiel down until his legs were wrapped around Dean's hips, aligning his cock up with Castiel's ass.
Castiel whimpered at the feeling, his erection twitching with anticipation at what was to come.
"Ready for me, baby?" Dean questioned looking down at Castiel with an intensity Castiel was sure would burn a hole into him.
Castiel nodded, tightening his legs around Dean's hips, drawing him closer. Dean smiled at him, placing his hands on Castiel's hips.
Dean slowly entered Castiel, groaning at the warmth and tightness. If he wasn't careful, he could get addicted to this feeling. Being so close to his angel, more so than he ever was.
Castiel was moaning Dean's name in between cursing in enochian and broken sentences of "I love you's" and "don't stop!"
Dean thrusted into him over and over, grunting and moaning the angel's name between "fuck yes's" and "oh gods".
They moved together like a well oiled machine, Dean pistoning into Castiel as he thrusted backwards to meet Dean's every move. Moaning, grunting and making all kinds of beautiful noises.
"Fuck... Cas!" Dean cried out, slamming into him, feeling his climax coiling in the pit of his stomach.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out with Dean thrusting harder into him, hitting that amazing spot deep inside him.
With one final thrust, they both went over the edge together, Castiel covering his and. Dean's stomachs as Dean filled Castiel.
Dean slumped forwards, arms resting on either side of Castiel, essentially pinning him against the table. Bodies sticking together with a mixture of cum and sweat.
Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and pressed a kiss to the hunter's forehead, smiling.