It'd had been uncharacteristically quiet in the past few weeks following their last hunt, and Sam and Dean has been trying to find ways to battle their boredom being more or less stuck in the Bunker.

The news had warned of an onslaught of particularly heavy thunderstorms, so going anywhere was near impossible. Thank the Heavens they had a well stocked kitchen, so they didn't need to rely on some poor bastard to deliver takeout.

Sam had buried himself in researching through old tomes in the library, just to give himself something to do. While Dean had decided to give some much needed attention to his Baby in the garage.

Dean had his head under the hood, checking the oil gauge and other various fluids when the familiar sound of wings whooshed somewhere behind him as Castiel appeared.

"Hello, Dean." Castiel's raspy voice spoke as Dean turned around to acknowledge the angel's presence.

"Hey, Cas... You need something?" Dean asked, taking the rag tucked into his jean pocket to wipe engine grease off his hands.

"I was wondering if you had any jobs I could assist you and Sam on?" Castiel responded, his eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

"Sorry, buddy... Nothing happening, and it'd be almost impossible to go anywhere in this crazy weather we got," Dean answered honestly, giving the angel a sympathetic smile.

Dean turned back around to slam the hood shut, running his hand across it lovingly.

"I see, then perhaps we could find something to do... Shall we have a movie night?" Castiel inquired with a raised eyebrow as Dean turned around once more to face the angel.

"Sounds good, what'd you have in mind?"

Castiel's brow furrowed as he tried to come up with an answer before shrugging his shoulders. "I'm not sure..." he finally said.

Dean glanced down at Baby and suddenly an idea popped into his head.

"How about Christine?" Dean offered looking back up at Castiel, to which the angel nodded in reply.

"I'll get the popcorn, if you wanna find Sam and ask him to join us,"

Castiel vanished right before Dean, who shook his head at the empty space before making his way out of garage and back into the bunker.

Dean finished popping a big bowl of popcorn as Castiel, followed by Sam entered the kitchen.

"Cas says we're having a movie night?" Sam spoke, catching Dean's attention as he turned to face the pair with the bowl of popcorn in his hands.

"Yep, and I think it's a great idea..." Dean responded, shooting a half smile at the angel over Sam's shoulder.

"Oh, can you grab some beers outta the fridge Sammy," Dean inquired, holding up the bowl overflowing with popcorn to indicate his hands were full.

Sam marched over to the fridge, pulling open the door and reaching in to grab a six pack off the bottom shelf before shutting it closed as he turned back towards Dean.

Once the trio made their way into the Dean Cave, Dean set the popcorn down on the floor in front of the TV as Sam set the six pack beside it before taking a seat in one of the recliners.

Dean prepared the movie in the dvd player before taking up the empty recliner beside Sam, leaving Castiel to sit on the floor in front of them.

"You good there Cas?" Sam asked with a slight frown, feeling bad for the angel having to sit on the hard floor.

"I'm good," Castiel waved his hand as a couple of pillows and a throw blanket appeared out of thin air.

Sam shook his head laughing, now feeling silly for having asked in the first place.

Dean dimmed the lights and hit play on the remote as the opening scene of the movie appeared on screen.

"Hey Cas, pass the popcorn and those beers," Dean said, leaning forward in his chair as the angel handed him the bowl and six pack from the floor.

Dean settled into his recliner as he set the bowl between him and Sam, passing his brother a beer.

Castiel had somehow ended up between Dean's legs halfway through the movie, a pillow underneath him and the blanket thrown over his lap.

Dean thought nothing of it as he focused on the movie, while Sam had not-at-all surprisingly fallen asleep, having no doubt been worn out from a day of researching.

Castiel grabbed one of his pillows off the floor and positioned it between Dean's lap as he laid his head against it.

Dean suddenly found it rather difficult to pay attention to the movie, having the angel tucked between his legs with his head in his lap, only separated by a pillow.

He was also very grateful for the small barrier between Castiel's face and his lap, feeling himself perk up at the intimate closeness of the angel.

Dean absentmindedly placed a hand on the top of Castiel's head, his fingers brushing through his dark hair. Castiel subconsciously leaned into the soft touch, his attention still on the TV.

Dean wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but he sure as hell wasn't going to stop any time soon. It just felt right in that moment.

He had feelings for Castiel, but was never sure if he should voice them or act on them, mostly out of fear of scaring the angel.

Castiel shifted, his head along with the pillow moving closer towards Dean's crotch. The sudden friction against the fabric of his jeans doing him zero favors to help his current situation.

"Uh... Cas," Dean said quietly, afraid of waking Sam, who was literally a foot away from the pair.

Castiel turned his head to look up into Dean's eyes, the movement of his head turning pushing the pillow further against his crotch.

"Yes, Dean?" Castiel inquired, his voice low and gravely. The sound sending electricity straight to Dean's now semi-hard cock.

When Dean didn't reply, Castiel sat up and turned his body so that he was now sitting on his knees in between Dean's legs.

"Is everything okay, Dean? Did I do something wrong?"

Dean looked down into Castiel's brilliant blue eyes, a lump in the back of his throat he tried desperately to swallow down.

"Yeah... I uhm..." Dean started but failed, he was unable to think properly with the way Castiel was staring up at him.

Without even thinking, Dean leaned down and captured Castiel's mouth in a soft kiss, his hand on the back of Castiel's head.

Castiel went stiff as a board, pupils wide in shock as he tried to register what was happening. But he quickly relaxed in the man's grasp, melting into the kiss as he returned it eagerly.

Sam stirred in his sleep in the recliner beside Dean's, causing the two of them to freeze mid-kiss and break apart, worried about getting caught by the younger Winchester.

"Shit..." Dean breathed, his heart hammering in his chest when Sam shifted in the chair, his back now turned towards his brother and the angel.

Castiel quickly stood to his feet, gesturing for Dean to follow him. Dean complied and quietly stood up from his chair, careful not to wake up Sam.

The pair silently slipped from the room and out into the corridor, where Dean grabbed Castiel by the wrist and pushed him up against the wall, his other hand back in Castiel's hair as he once again captured the angel's mouth in a hungry kiss.