It was still early in the day and though all Dean wanted to do was keep an eye on Castiel and make him feel comfortable in his cabin, he really needed to head back out to check the rest of his traps and pray there weren't any other blue-eyed cuties stuck in them, he couldn't imagine anyone coming close to Castiel in terms of adorableness.

"Bathroom is down the hall, you know where the kitchen is, please help yourself to anything in there... I don't have TV but I've got a pretty decent library in my room, as well as radio." Dean explained as he gave Castiel a brief tour of his home, pointing everything out as they went.

"I shouldn't be gone more than an hour or two, I'll take my snowmobile this time to be quicker..." Dean rubbed the back of his neck, giving Castiel a sheepish look. Castiel looked at him and tilted his head in confusion, and Dean nearly fell out at how fucking cute that was.

"Promise I'll be back before you know it!" he grinned marching out the back door, leaving before he could give himself the chance to change his mind. He smiled wide when he glanced over his shoulder to see Castiel watching him through the small square window of the backdoor, turning to jog down the steps.

Castiel sighed softly, he hated that he was now alone in Dean's cabin. He didn't understand why, but he found himself drawn to the man for some reason. He had rescued him from the trap and brought him all the way to his home, where he cleaned and bandaged his wounded ankle. And then he fed Castiel that incredible meal.

While he'd been eating, he couldn't help but notice how affected Dean seemed by the pleased noises he was making. Castiel could smell the arousal coming from Dean, despite how hard he tried to hide it. Castiel himself has struggled to keep his own arousal in check.

Walking around the surprisingly spacious cabin, his senses overwhelmed by how heavy Dean's scent hung in the air, he whined when he felt his cock stirring inside his -Dean's- pajamas, and groaned loudly at the realization as to why Dean's scent was so strong. He was wearing his clothes! Castiel threw himself onto the couch with a high pitched whine.

-_-_-_

Dean had reached the area with his traps relatively quick this time, thanks to his snowmobile, the one he somehow forgot to bring the first time that would have been a huge help in bringing Castiel back to the cabin. Oh well, hindsight's twenty-twenty Winchester.

He hopped off the vehicle, rifle swinging on his back as he approached the traps and surveyed the area. Not an animal in sight, that was strange. The again, with how Castiel had been here for who knows how long, maybe his cries had scared away any animals.

Shrugging, Dean got back onto his snowmobile and raced back through the wood to his cabin, his mind focused on one thing only: Castiel. He couldn't stop thinking about him, how he had watched Dean while dressing his wound, how absolutely adorable he looked in his spare pajamas or the noises he'd made while eating. Fuck, there goes Dean's cock, despite the cold.

He'd only known the guy for a few hours and somehow he found himself obsessing over him, and all he wanted right now was to return to him and be in his company. Dean imagined what Castiel would feel like wrapped in his arms, close enough to know what he smelled like. He seriously needed to get control over his cock, he was so hard he could probably cut diamonds.

-_-_-_

"Hey Castiel, I'm back!" Dean called out throwing open his back door, stomping inside to kick the majority of snow off his boots as he closed and locked the door behind him. Looking around he quickly noticed Castiel wasn't immediately in sight, there was no sign of him in the living room or the kitchen.

Must be in the bathroom or maybe the guest room.Dean decided to go in search of him, walking down the hallway that led into the rest of the cabin.

"Castiel? Where'd you disappear to?" Dean questioned, walking up to the bathroom and noticing the door was wide open. Not in there. Dean continued down the hall until be reaches the the doors to his room and the guest room, stopping when he realized the door to the guest room was closed.

"Castiel, you in there?" Dean rapped his knuckles against the door, wondering if Castiel had chosen to take a nap. He still didn't know how long he'd been trapped in the wood, the poor guy was probably exhausted. He imagined the rush of adrenaline from stress and pain had probably finally worn off. He went to walk away when a noise drew his attention to the door.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he pressed his ear up to the door to listen just as another noise came through, it sounded like a faint moan or maybe a whine. He frowned at the noise. Was Castiel in pain? Should he check his med kit for pain relievers? Before he could knock again, he heard a moan again, this one louder and more intentional.

Was Castiel moaning? More importantly, why did it sound like he was moaning Dean's name? Dean was rooted to the spot outside the door, listening closer this time.

"Dean... Ooh yes, that feels so good..." Castiel whined, high and needy, he was obviously enjoying himself. Dean found himself desperate to know what it was he was imagining. Whatever it was, from the sounds coming from Castiel, it seemed he was picturing Dean in charge. That image made his cock twitch, still very hard inside his pants.

He leaned against the door when it suddenly creaked open a couple inches, making Dean's heart race and pray Castiel hadn't heard it. From the gap, Dean could see Castiel on the bed, on his knees, eyes shut tight with his fist wrapped around his erection, fucking into his hand while his other played with his balls.

Fucking hell, Castiel was gorgeous, delectable pale skin over taut muscles and thick thighs. Messy hair made even messier by the sheen of sweat on his forehead. Strong hands stroking his unbelievably thick, large cock and plump balls. And he was getting off to the idea of Dean fucking him.

He watched, enraptured by the sight of Castiel pleasuring himself to thoughts of Dean taking him, hard and quick. With a quiet groan, Dean slipped his hand into his pants and gave himself a swift stroke, biting his other fist to keep from moaning.

He chanced another look at Castiel when he noticed those intense blue eyes staring at him through the crack in the door. Fuck, shit, balls!

Unable to deny having been caught, Dean pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped into the room, trying desperately not to notice the smell of sex lingering in air. He stared at a spot on the floor, feeling too ashamed to even look at Castiel.

"Dean, look at me." Castiel's voice was strong and commanding, there was no way Dean could ignore him. He took a deep breath and looked up, locking eyes with Castiel, who didn't even try to cover himself up. Dean did his best not to look anywhere but at Castiel's eyes.

"I shouldn't have... I.. I'm terribly sorry, Castiel," Dean stammered, his heart beating wildly in his chest while his still hard cock twitched in his pants. Even though he was dying of embarrassment, he couldn't help but be insanely aroused by the way Castiel was looking at him.

"Did you not enjoy what you saw?" Castiel sounded hurt and it made Dean feel like an asshole. He nodded firmly, despite his nerves, and without thinking, reached out and wrapped his hand around Castiel's erection. Castiel made a sound of appreciation and, oh boy did that excite Dean.

"Dean,"

"Yes, Castiel?"

"I would very much like to suck your cock, is that okay?" Castiel hummed, giving his hips a little thrust, his throbbing cock rubbing against Dean's hand wrapped around him. Dean whimpered soundly, green eyes roaming over Castiel's gorgeous body. He looked even better up close.

"Please..."

"Then strip for me." it wasn't a question, it was a full on demand. Dean shivered in anticipation at the thought of Castiel's beautiful mouth wrapped around his now aching cock.