Dean taps his thumb impatiently against the steering wheel, willing the light to turn green. He lets out a long and suffering moan when Cas's hand grasps his knee, slides up his thigh. "Goddamit, Cas. Stop." He says through gritted teeth. The light turns green and he presses so firmly on the peddle Cas's upper body is thrust forward. He laughs, a deep and somewhat seductive-ah, who is Dean kidding. His laugh is fucking seductive. "Dammit." He curses again, feeling hard just at a damn laugh, goddamit.

"Dean, drive faster." He purrs, then in a lowered tone, "I want to fuck you."

Dean gulps speeds up. His apartment is only a few miles away but he is almost driven mad by the distance. Or, maybe it's because Cas has returned his hand to the spot on Dean's thigh. Either way, he feels maddened.

Dean screeches into the parking lot, swerves into his parking spot and is out of the car seconds after it is turned off. Cas comes out almost as quickly, practically jogging around the car to grab Dean and pull him into a deep and heated kiss. Dean grabs at his ass, pulling him up and closer. God, just let us be closer.

Cas pushes Dean back, his eyes clouded with desire. "Where is your place?" He asks.

Dean takes a deep breath, wills the tent forming at his croch to settle, and takes Cas's hand. He leads him up the stair two flights and to room 356. Cas glances at the number and raises his eyebrows at Dean. "Your username was your car and your apartment room number?"

Dean shrugs, somehow not embarrassed. The look in Cas's eyes isn't insulting, maybe that why. "The first two things I ever had that were mine, just mine." He shrugs again, not sure how to explain this to Cas.

He smiles, though, easing Dean's mind again. "I still haven't found that myself. My sister owns it all."

Dean speaks without thought, the words just flowing straight off his tongue, "I'll be yours. Just yours." He whispers, leaning down to kiss Cas. This time it is soft, sweet. None of the earlier lust, just…love.

Cas pulls back and Dean feels his face flush at the look of shock on Cas's face. He almost take it back, fearing he's freaked Cas out somehow. But, then Cas says, "And I'll be your third thing." He smiles, the shock completely erased as his features light up in that way Dean loves.

They stand there for a few moments, just smiling at each other like dumb fools until Dean finally, fumbling for the keys in his nervousness, unlocks the door. He walks in, holds the door open for Cas, and then closes it, taking a deep breath before turning around. When he does, he sees Cas bending over at the bookshelf, reading the spines of the few books Dean has. "I'm impressed." He murmurs, stepping over to read the ones on the second shelf.

Dean lets out a weak laugh, runs his hand through his hair. "Oh, I don't read much. Just a few books that Sammy thought I'd like."

Cas nods, still reading.

"Uh, hey, do you want something to drink?"

He shakes his head, still reading.

Dean stuffs his hands in his pockets nervously. "What about some food? I mean we just ate but…" He lets the statement die off, feeling stupid.

A few moments later, Cas finally straightens up and turns to Dean. "I want to show you something I wrote." He says, matter-of-factly.

Dean nods, slowly. "Okay."

Cas nods back, as if finalizing a deal.

"Like, now or?" Dean asks, trying to make sense of the strange look on Cas's face.

He shakes his head. "No, um." He looks down, nervously and Dean is surprised, wondering what the hell he has to be nervous about. Cas isn't looking at him when he explains, in a rushed voice, "I don't usually show people my writing. Naomi sorta forced me to publish those poems and even then I wasn't really showing anyone them, they were just out there. I don't know, I'm just self-conscious about it. And I know we've written stories before but-"

Dean had stepped forward, taken Cas's nervous hands in his and now interrupts with, "I understand. You want to show me what you've written. You want to admit you are proud of a piece of your work and trust me to read it in front of you."

Csa nods, shakily. "I know it dumb-"

Dean shakes his head and leans down, kissing Cas sweetly and tenderly. When he pulls back he smiles. "I still really want you but first I want to show you something."

Cas takes a deep breath and then nods. "I guess I can wait." He jokes, winking. Winking. And dammit if that doesn't look hot.

Dean keeps it in his pants, though, as he release only one of Cas's hands and then pulls him toward his bedroom. He lets go and Cas takes off his trench coat as Dean walks opens his closet. He digs around the small space until he finds what he's looking for. He turns back around, holding it out.

Cas gasps. In Dean's hands is a compound bow. "This is my hobby, aside from writing stories with you."

Cas stares at it a minute and then smiles up at Dean. "Wow, so your some sexy warrior along with a talented writer."

Dean blushes and looks away shyly. "I don't, uh, kill anything with it. I just use it for…I don't know. It's just something I've been doing for a while." He shrugs.

Cas steps forward and touches a hand to Dean's face. "I still think it's hot, however you use it."

Dean laughs and suddenly he is dropping the bow to the floor, and they are kissing. Dean grips Cas's waist and pulls him against himself, moving his lips how Cas's jaw, neck, throat. He nips at Cas's collar bone, or the small bit he can taste of it anyway. The collar of his shirt is in the way. Dean makes a sound in the back of his throat and slides the hands at Cas's waist up to the hem of his shirt. He pulls the shirt up, slowly, his lips back on Cas's lips. He has to pull away to get the shirt off but then they are back at it, kissing hungrily as they fall onto the bed.