Dean and Cas pounded their beers and dumped their food unceremoniously into the Styrofoam to-go containers when Benny returned with them. Dean pulled out his wallet and dropped a wad of bills on the table as they slid from the booth and headed out the door.

They drove a few miles before either of them said anything.

"Pull in here, Dean," Cas' low voice rolled through the Impala. He pointed out the window at a cheap motel. Dean looked at Castiel in confusion. "My brother Gabriel is at my place, and you have a roommate, too, don't you?" Dean nodded.

"Yeah, Jo," he said. "How-...how'd you know that?" Cas looked at him with undeniable lust in his eyes.

"Maybe I have been keeping tabs on you." He arched one brow at the man next to him. "And I don't want to have to worry about being quiet."

Dean's blood rushed south at that.

They pulled into the parking lot of the motel and Dean killed the engine as Cas stepped from the car. Dean watched as Cas marched inside to book a room.

This was happening.

This was really happening!

Before Dean had a chance to collect his thoughts, Cas was back out on the sidewalk, walking toward a room, key in hand. Dean fumbled with the handle of the door; he couldn't get out of the car fast enough. Falling into step behind Castiel, Dean's heart rate revved as they stopped in front of one of the rooms. Cas opened the door without so much as a glance at the man behind him.

When Dean was through the door, Castiel closed it quickly, locking it behind them. Dean paused just inside the door, looking around at the room. It was neat and clean and suddenly obstructed by a mess of dark hair and full lips.

Cas slammed him against the locked door, claiming his mouth in a fevered kiss. Dean gasped at the suddenness of it, surprised by the aggression from someone who otherwise seemed so demure. Cas took the opportunity to dive in, licking his way inside Dean's supple mouth.

When Dean's brain caught up with the rest of him, he gripped Cas tight, pulling him closer and sliding his hands beneath the trench coat.

Cas moaned at the contact, sending a shiver down Dean's spine and the blood pooling to his groin. Dean tightened his hold on Cas, feeling the muscles of his back shift and flex beneath too many layers. Rocking his hips forward against Dean's, Cas moaned again at the answering hardness he felt there.

Dean slid his hands down to the full swell of Castiel's ass, squeezing the firm muscles there. He was rewarded with a cry of his own name and a roll of Cas' hips. Frenzied hands reached up, tugging his leather jacket and flannel shirt from his shoulders as Dean reached forward to undo the buttons of Cas' vest.

The kisses turned hungry, desperate, as Cas moved down Dean's neck.

"You called me an 'angel'," he said against Dean's warm skin as he slid his hands under Dean's t-shirt. Dean dropped his head back against the door behind him as he let the feel and sound of Cas wash over him. "That's why I wore the wings." Cas dragged his teeth across Dean's Adam's apple.

"Fuck, Cas!" Dean panted. He surged forward, sealing his mouth over Cas' and pushing the coat and vest off his body. Once free of the fabric, Dean grabbed Cas' hips and spun him, pressing his back up against the wall. He nipped and sucked his way down Cas' neck as the dark-haired man let out a low, keening whine. "And the panties?" Dean rumbled into his collar, tugging his tie loose and flicking open the first few buttons of his shirt. Cas wrapped his arms up around Dean's neck, one hand carding through the back of his hair.

"I-" Cas gasped as Dean pressed up against him, "I heard a rumor..."

"Rhonda Hurley?" Dean smiled. Cas nodded, breathless.

"Rhonda Hurley."

"So, you thought I'd want to see you in them?" Dean's low voice sent shivers down Cas' spine.

"Uh huh," he nodded again. Dean reached down, grabbed Cas by the thighs and heaved him up against the wall. He rocked his hips up against Cas' and Cas cried out at the sensation.

"I do, Cas," Dean growled into his mouth, "I do want to see you in them! Fuck, do I wanna see that!" He pressed Cas harder into the wall. "Wanna see you in them, all hard and dripping for me." Cas' hand tightened in Dean's hair and he locked his legs around Dean's waist. "Wanna make you cum in them. Get them all messy for me."

"Deeeeean! Please!" Cas whined. Dean slid one hand underneath Castiel's ass and the other around his waist, pulling him close and turning them toward the bed, their lips locked together; tongues and teeth clashing.

Dean crawled up on the bed, Cas still clutching him, and rocked his blue-eyed angel into the mattress. Cas moaned again at the press of Dean's hard cock against his own. He dropped his arms from around Dean's neck, rushing to kick off his shoes and undo Dean's jeans.

With one hand supporting himself, Dean reached his other down to tug open Castiel's jeans. He slid his hand over the sharp hipbone and inside the waist of both jeans and underwear. He was only disappointed for a moment when he realized Castiel was wearing men's briefs. It passed quickly, with the fleeting thought of 'next time', when Cas' hand was suddenly around him. He bucked into the touch with a hoarse moan, his head thrown back.

"Oh, fuck, Cas!" he babbled, his hand sliding down to grip Cas' ass. He dropped his head into the crook of Cas' neck, breathing him in. "I wanna see you, angel." With one hand still wrapped around Dean, stroking him loosely, Cas undid the remaining buttons of his shirt.

Dean pressed himself up to watch each inch of skin as it was revealed. He slid one hand inside Cas' open shirt and smoothed the fabric off his shoulder, running his hand down Cas' arm as it slipped from the sleeve. He watched, mesmerized, as a flush worked it's way up Cas' toned body. Cas pulled his other arm free from the confines of the cotton dress shirt, and reached up, gripping the hem of Dean's shirt.

With one swift movement, Cas pulled it over Dean's head and tossed it on the floor. He trailed his hands down Dean's strong arms, watching his face as he studied Castiel's body. Dean met Cas' gaze as his hands found the waist of his pants and briefs. Cas nodded at him.

Dean's heart was racing as he tugged at the back of Cas' clothes. Cas lifted his hips as Dean worked the fabric down. The picture of Cas on the rug slipped fleetingly through his mind as he pulled and his breath caught at it. Delicately, Dean lifted the waistband of Cas' briefs up over the head of his cock and tugged them off the rest of the way.

When Cas was fully naked, Dean leaned back to take in the view.

Cas was even more spectacular in person and had only gotten better with age.

His firm muscles had filled out and his frame, though still lithe and lean, was sturdier. Healthier. Dean drank in the sight. His eyes trailed down the length of Cas' body as his hands slid up. They met at Cas' hips. Dean wrapped his hands, fingers spread wide, around Cas' pelvis. His eyes were locked on the thick length that curved upward toward Cas' stomach. Familiar and yet so new. Dean could see it jumping ever so slightly with Cas' heartbeat. A thin trail of precum spilled down onto the dark trail of fine hair that graced Cas' lower abdomen.

Cas settled his hands on Dean's wrists, and they hovered for a moment, both reeling to believe the other was there.

Dean moved suddenly, diving forward and swallowing Cas down whole. Cas arched up into the touch and his hands clenched around Dean's wrists. Bobbing and sucking, Dean savored the taste of Cas and relished the loud cry he dragged from him. Cas' hand slid up into Dean's hair, gripping tight, as he rocked up into the wet heat of Dean's mouth. Dean hummed in pleasure around the heavy girth in his mouth and Cas writhed below him.

"Deeean!" Cas wailed. He tugged on Dean's arm, pulling him off his cock and up his body. Dean rose slowly, kissing, licking and touching everything he could between Cas' cock and his full lips. He pressed his lips against the bend of Cas' neck, stretching his body out along Cas'.

Cas tucked his head into Dean's shoulder, pulling in a deep breath and letting it out on a choked off moan.

"You smell so good, Dean!" he panted. "Like leather and musk." He turned his head to kiss and lick at the skin there. "That's why I was on the couch." Dean pulled up to look down at Cas' face in confusion. "It reminded me of you, too. I..." he swallowed, his chest heaving with weighted breath, "I imagined it was the back seat of your car. Or that maybe I was laying on your jacket..."

Dean's pupils were blown wide, Cas' dark with hunger.

"Shit, Cas!" Dean breathed. Cas dragged his hands down Dean's warm skin, gripping the waist of his jeans and pressing at them.

"Please, Dean," he whispered, "I need to see you, too." Dean scrambled to rid himself of his boots and the rest of his clothes. When he moved to stretch over Cas once more, he was met with a palm to his chest. "Please." Cas pressed back against Dean, forcing him to stand up at the end of the bed.

Cas sat up, scooted to the edge, and set his feet on the floor. He looked up at Dean, his eyes wide with excitement. Finally, Dean saw the intensity in those eyes he had been longing to find. His aching cock gave a needy throb at it.

Slowly, Castiel reached his hand out, setting it gently on Dean's hip. He traced up the length of Dean's torso with his fingertips. Dean flinched, smiling, at the tickling touch. A small smile danced across Cas' face and he increased the pressure of his hand enough not to tickle as he ran his palm across Dean's chest. Dean shuddered when Cas grazed his nipple, gasping at the contact. Cas froze. He looked up into Dean's face and repeated the motion. Dean's eyes slid closed and he moaned, low and needy. Cas huffed a tiny, lust filled sound at the reaction.

"Cas," Dean whispered. Cas looked up into Dean's deep, green eyes and slid his hand down Dean's body. He raked his short nails through the thick, sandy curls a the base of Dean's cock, letting his eyes follow. He sighed when his gaze finally fell on Dean's hard length.

It was gorgeous. Thick and long and agonizingly hard, a bead of precum pearling on the tip, it was flushed a deep red. Cas traced the length of it with a single finger. When he reached the tip, he moved to the underside and rubbed the back of his finger up the thick, pulsing vein. Reaching the head again, he swiped up the moisture there with his thumb.

Dean watched through heavy lidded eyes as Cas brought his wet thumb up to his own mouth and licked the taste of Dean from him. Dean moaned at the sight, and Cas, eyes locked on Dean's, leaned forward to lick the tip of his leaking cock. Dean's hips rocked forward reflexively as Cas kitten-licked from base to tip. Carding a hand through Cas' hair, Dean's grip tightened when he felt Cas' warm hand cup his balls.

Cas gave a cry of pleasure at the firm grip, and Dean was immediately reminded of the centerfold photo of Cas just about to cum. His hand was tangled in his unruly hair, gripping tight. A wild thought struck Dean. He tugged at the dark, silky locks in his hand and Cas' eyes fell shut, his hips bucked forward and his other hand flew to Dean's hip.

Damn.

"Fuck, Cas!" Dean groaned, "like it when I tug on your hair?" Cas hummed his assent, nodding. He looked back up at Dean through his lashes as he pulled off.

"Uh huh," his voice was wrecked. "Do it again." Dean moaned at the request, tugging on Cas' hair once more.

"Dean!" Cas shouted, his body arching and his eyes falling shut. He looked exquisite. No camera could ever capture the true glory of Cas like this. It was otherworldly. Like this, he looked like an angel indeed.

Cas clutched at Dean pulling him closer.

"Please," he begged, "need to feel you. Need you inside me!" He clenched his eyes shut, pulling at Dean's body. Dean slid his hand down to Cas' face, rubbing his thumb along the flush in his cheek. He knelt down between Cas' legs, seeking out his gaze. Cas squeezed his eyes tighter, leaning into the touch. Dean took his face in both hands.

"Cas," Dean said quietly. Cas turned toward Dean's palm, brushing his lips against the skin of his wrist. "Hey, look at me." Slowly, Cas brought his eyes up to Dean's. He searched Cas' face for any hint of hesitation. "We don't have to do this."

Dean watched as a look of rejection settled over Cas' face.

"It's fine, Dean," Cas dropped his gaze. "I'll go." Dean tightened his grasp on Cas.

"No! Cas, that's not what I meant!" He shook his head vehemently. "I don't want you to go! I just want to be sure you want this. I don't want you to do it because you feel like you have to." Cas' gaze flicked up to Dean's. "I can't, if that's why you're doing this. I just want you to be sure." He stroked his thumb across the smooth skin of Cas' cheek once more. Cas raised his hands to grasp at Dean's arms. He gripped them tight, holding Dean's gaze.

"Dean, I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life," Cas' stare was determined.

Slowly, gently, Dean leaned in. He brushed his lips across Cas', letting the spark there surge through his body.

"Me either, Cas," he whispered against Cas' soft mouth. He pressed his lips to Cas', moving them easily. Cas' hands moved up Dean's arms and down his back, pulling Dean to him as he moved up the bed. Dean followed more than willingly.

Stretching out below him, Cas sighed as Dean settled over him. Dean slid one leg between Cas', tangling their limbs together and wrapped his arms around Cas, pulling him close and pressing their bodies together everywhere he could.

Cas' hands gripped at Dean, pleading for him to be closer. They rocked against one another, slowly, languidly, neither wanting it to end too soon. Cas slipped his legs free of Dean's and spread them wide, begging without words for Dean to settle deeper.

Happy to oblige, Dean rocked down against the man below him. The sweet friction of his leaking cock rubbing against Cas' was almost too much for Dean to handle. His head swam with the pleasure of it.

"Dean," Cas whispered against his skin. "Do you have...?" He let the question trail off, as Dean's hips rocked down once more.

"Yeah." Dean breathed, "in my wallet." He worked his way down Cas' body, kissing and caressing as he went. He scooted off the edge of the bed, still rubbing at Cas' leg with one hand, while digging through the pockets of his discarded clothing with the other. He plucked a condom and a packet of lube from the inside of his wallet before tossing it back onto the floor. Dean moved up the bed with the same attention to Cas as before. When he reached Cas' mouth once more, Dean nipped and kissed gently at it, claiming it with tenderness as he tore open the packet of lube and coated his fingers.

Cas spread his legs wide once more, giving Dean permission. He wrapped his arms up around Dean's neck when he felt the press of a finger at his entrance.

Slowly, Dean circled his finger around Cas' hole, teasing at the muscle there and moaning when he felt the responding flutter of anticipation. Dean rubbed across it, coating Cas in the slick substance. Gently, he increased the pressure until Cas' body relaxed enough to let Dean's finger in.

Cas' breath hitched at the breach, and he rocked down against Dean's hand.

Dean slipped his finger in and out, twisting it now and then, and pressing deeper with each stroke. He let his gaze wander the length of Cas' body, watching the beautiful flush spread across his skin.

"God, you're gorgeous, Cas." Dean sighed as he pressed a second finger inside.

Cas' eyes slipped shut, and his back arched as Dean began to stretch him, scissoring his fingers. He shuddered, crying out when Dean's seeking hands finally found his prostate.

"Dean! Oh, God, yes!" Cas cried out as Dean stroked over it again.

Dean's hard cock gave a needy throb at the reaction. He leaned down to swallow the moans he pulled from Cas as he continued to work him open.

"More, Dean," Cas breathed. "I need more."

With a deep, erotic kiss, Dean pressed another finger inside Cas. He pressed up against Cas' sweet spot, keeping even pressure on it and rubbing gasps and moans from him.

"You like that, too, Cas?" Dean kissed across his jaw.

"Dean!" Cas' hands clutched at Dean's skin, clawing at his back at the nearly overwhelming sensation.

Dean groaned at the rough contact, and his hips rocked down. He sped up the movement of his hand, stretching Cas wider.

"Please, Dean. I want to feel you inside me!" Cas rocked down into Dean's hand, fucking himself on Dean's fingers.

Dean pulled them slowly from the warmth of Cas. He lifted himself up, kneeling between Cas' legs, and grabbed the condom. Tearing into it with his teeth, Dean made quick work of putting it on and coating his hard length with lube. He shifted, leaning down over Cas and supporting himself with one hand. With the other, he guided his cock to Cas' entrance, pressing up against it. He looked down into Cas' lust blown eyes and watched them flutter shut as he pushed forward into the man he had longed for for so many years. Dean's mouth fell open at the all consuming feeling of Cas' tight heat. He could feel Cas trembling beneath him, and ran a soothing hand up and down the outside of his thigh.

When he had relaxed, Cas rocked his hips down, begging Dean to move. His hands became sweaty, and his purchase on Dean's back began to slip; he gripped tighter.

Dean pressed himself fully against Cas, trapping his leaking and neglected cock between their stomachs, and Cas moaned at the long desired friction. Slowly, Dean pulled back, savoring the drag of himself within Cas.

"Fuuuck," he groaned at the delectable feeling. He snapped his hips forward, forcing a cry of pleasure from Cas. Dean was sure he wasn't going to last long. The anticipation had been building within him for years, and to have it there, right in front of him; surrounding him, was too much. He wrapped his arms underneath Cas' lithe body, pulling him close as he rocked in and out of him. "Cas..." Dean wasn't even certain he could string together two intelligent thoughts. His mind was too full of CasCasCas to think or say anything else.

"Dean," Cas held him closer. "Faster, please!"

Dean was happy to comply, picking up his speed and thrusting harder. He could feel the sparks of heat coiling low in his belly; the tell tale signs of his imminent release building like a storm in summer.

"Cas." He panted into the smooth skin of Cas' neck. "Cas, 'm not gonna last long, baby."

A choked moan broke from Cas at the endearment, and he arched up against Dean, his own pleasure racing toward climax.

"Dean!" Cas' rough voice pleaded. "Touch me. Please!"

"Anything, angel!" Dean nodded, pulling away to kneel up between Cas' spread legs. "Anything you want." He rubbed his hand against Cas' cheek.

Cas whined at the loss of contact.

Dean bent down and kissed him gently.

"Please, Cas." Dean whispered against his lips. "I wanna watch you cum for me. Can I?"

Cas' eyes slipped shut again, and he nodded as Dean smoothed his hands soothingly over the soft skin of his stomach.

With consent, Dean knelt up, pulling Cas toward his hips and running his hands up and down the inside of his firm thighs. He slid one hand up to grip Cas, who gasped at the contact, his eyes going wide. Dean thrust into Cas firmly, and knew his aim had hit home when Cas' whole body went tense.

"That's it, Cas." Dean encouraged as he began to stroke Cas' length, firm and sure. "Let go, baby. Let me see what happened just after that last picture you took." Cas' body was flushed and taught, hovering on the edge of his release. "Let me hear you cry out when you cum." He was mesmerized by the sight of Cas below him, and of his own cock disappearing into the heat and velvet of Cas' channel. His voice dropped; low and rough. "Let me hear you say my name." He stroked up Cas' shaft, twisting his wrist when he reached the head, and swiping his thumb across the tip. "Please, Cas," he begged. Dean was so close. He wasn't sure he could hold out much longer.

That one word; that one entreaty of 'please' falling from Dean's lips was what finally sent Cas over the edge. His muscles tightened, his cock hardened, and with a loud, long, rough cry of Dean's name, he spilled his release over the warm fist of the man above him.

Dean had never seen or heard anything so beautiful in all his life as Cas falling apart beneath him. The image and sound would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. He was certain that, if there was such a thing as Heaven, this was it; him buried balls deep in an angel, dragging a mind-blowing orgasm from both of them.

With one last, firm thrust, Dean's orgasm pumped from him. He pressed himself deep, holding on to Cas' hips, as the waves of his own pleasure coursed through him, leaving him weak. At last, he pulled from Cas gingerly, and sat back on his heels. With trembling fingers, he removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the trash can near the nightstand.

He looked down at Cas, still flushed, and coated in his own release. Dean leaned down, his trembling arms barely able to hold him up over the blue-eyed man, and kissed him gently until he felt Cas smile.

"Don't go anywhere," Dean smiled back at him.

"Okay," Cas nodded. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it.

Dean's cock made a valiant effort to rally for a second round at the sight. With a sigh, he moved off the bed and made his way into the bathroom on shaky legs. He returned to Cas a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth and a dry towel. With tenderness, Dean cleaned and dried Cas' skin. He tossed the cloths onto the nightstand, turned off the light, and stretched himself out next to Cas.

With a press to Cas' hip, Dean indicated for him to roll to his side. Dean scooted up behind him, aligning their bodies from shoulders to knees. He wrapped his arm around Cas and tugged him nearer; spooning him as closely as he could.

Long silent minutes of contentment followed.

But eventually the silence grew awkward for Cas.

"Dean?" he whispered into the darkness of the room. He wasn't even sure if Dean was still awake.

"Yeah?" Dean's voice, thick with sleep answered against the back of Cas' neck.

It took a moment for Cas to gather his courage.

"...What happens now?" He could hear the fear in his own voice, and he was terrified of what answer might come next.

"Now we sleep, Cas." Dean nuzzled against him.

Cas swallowed hard, knowing he needed to make Dean understand what he meant, and loathe to break the moment.

"And after that?" Cas' voice was trembling now.

A long quiet moment followed, and Cas held his breath.

"Then we go get breakfast." Dean stroked a soothing hand down Cas' side before wrapping it tighter around his body. He took a deep breath and yawned. "And then I help Jo pack her shit and move out, 'cause I can't afford to pay for motel rooms all the time, and I don't ever want you to have to be quiet, angel." Dean pressed a lingering kiss to the back of Cas' shoulder. "Sound good to you, baby?"

"Yeah," Cas smiled widely, settling closer to Dean. "Sounds good."