Dean slammed the motel room door shut, huffing angrily as he crossed the floor to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He turned to face the mirror, placing his hands on either side of the sink.
He was pissed, at himself mostly, because he'd been on the trail of a nasty vamp but the bloodsucker had managed to shake Dean. Rather than going after him, and quite possibly getting jumped by other vamps, Dean returned to his motel.
Damn it, why did this have to the one hunt Sam didn't follow him on, why'd he have to be off somewhere helping Bobby?
Because Dean told him to go, told him it was one little vamp and he could easily handle it on his own? That was really stupid he thought staring blankly at his reflection in the dirty motel mirror.
Dean needed to do something, he had all this adrenaline rushing through him, all this pent up energy that was begging for release coursing in his veins.
Usually he'd get it out by chopping off some creature's head or staking some toothy bastard in the heart, but that hadn't happened, and now all he was left with was frustration and anger at himself.
He ran the water, splashing some on his face in a poor attempt to clear his mind but he knew it was useless. Drying his face off with a towel, he turned to unlock the door and walk out.
The last thing Dean expected was to walk out into the room and see Castiel perched on the end of his bed, trench coat, suit, dress slacks and that adorably crooked loose tie. Perfect he thought.
"Hello Dean," Castiel greeted in that gravely husky voice, the one Dean noticed rather recently did something to him that he couldn't explain, no matter how hard he tried.
He sucked in a sharp breath, letting it out slowly as he stood there staring at the angel staring back at him with those intense eyes. He needed to tell Castiel just how much trouble he was in being around him right now, all this whatever you wanna call it coursing through him.
"Hey Cas..." Dean responded after a long moment, he stepped away from the bathroom door and came to stand in front of Castiel on the bed. It was taking so much restraint from him not to push the angel down and... He shook himself firmly, afraid Castiel might be reading his thoughts.
"What's up? Sammy in trouble?" Dean questioned fixing his gaze anywhere but on Castiel, on those inviting lips or that way too adorable crooked tie snug around the angel's enticing neck.
God, what was wrong with him? Castiel was a friend, someone he hadn't known for long but over the time he did know him, Dean found himself drawn to how attractive he found him.
Castiel gazed up at Dean, his eyes traveling over his body. Or was Dean just imagining that? Did the angel even know what checking someone out looked like? Fuck...
Castiel suddenly stood from the bed and took the few steps to close the space between him and Dean, Dean swallowed hard at how close he was, his eyes burning holes into Dean.
"Dude, remember what I said about personal space?" Dean spoke, his voice coming out a bit strained. Castiel probably had no idea what being inches from Dean was doing to him, what it was doing to little Dean...
Castiel didn't make any attempts to step back, instead, he leaned in close tilting his head to study Dean like he was trying to figure something out by looking at him.
"You don't want me to move, do you Dean?" he inquired in that voice that sent shivers up Dean's spine, his breath hot against the tiny hairs on Dean's neck.
Dean blinked a couple of times, trying to register what Cas had just said to him. His mind was fuzzy, being surrounded by the angel's scent. It was the smell of the air just before a rain, whiskey and, Dean swore he picked up hints of bonfire smoke.
"No..." Dean squeezed his eyes shut, taking in Castiel's scent as the angel took the last step toward him, their bodies pressing together. Dean opened his eyes to be met with those beautiful blue orbs staring back.
"I could sense your frustrations, I thought you needed me," Castiel spoke, his voice a raspy whisper in Dean's ear, the low vibrations shooting straight to his dick as it came to life in his jeans.
"Shit... I can't do this to you," Dean responded with a sigh grabbing Castiel by the shoulders and gently pushing him away, Castiel looked hurt and it made Dean feel like an ass.
"Dean, I know what you need... Please, let me give that to you," Castiel placed a firm hand against Dean's chest the heat of his palm soaking through Dean's shirt.
"I couldn't ask you to Cas," Dean's voice was strained, biting his lip as the ache of pent up whatever was still running around his system. Fuck him, he needed some kind of relief, and Castiel was offering it to him, right?
Castiel ran his hand down the front Dean's shirt, over the ridges of his abdominal muscles through the thin fabric, sinking lower as his fingers brushed across the evident buldge straining the fabric of Dean's jeans.
Dean closed his eyes, letting out a low hiss at the feeling of Castiel's hand palming his erection through his jeans that suddenly felt too tight. Something was seriously wrong with him, but then again, what wasn't?
"Cas..." he breathed, heart pounding in his chest as he watched Castiel undo the button and pull down the zipper of his jeans, groaning at the feeling of his erection being freed from its denim prison.
He hadn't bothered with wearing boxers, so his hard cock sprung out when Castiel unzipped his jeans, the head of it pressing against Castiel's fingers. Good God that felt amazing Dean thought, unable to focus on anything else.
Castiel hesitantly curled his fingers around the head, feeling it throb and jump involuntarily at his touch. It didn't care who was touching it, just that it needed attention.
"Oh fuck..." Dean's breath hitched in his throat when Castiel stroked his thumb deliberately slow across his slit, sparks of electricity jolting through Dean's groin.
Castiel removed his hand and took a step back from Dean, leaving him stood there looking confused and mourning the loss of the angel's touch.
Before Dean could protest, Castiel snapped his fingers and Dean was now on the bed, stripped of his shirt and legs spread wide. He looked up to see Castiel had zapped away his own clothes, save for his tie. And damn him if the sight alone didn't make Dean's dick jump with excitement.