Castiel took a deep breath of night air.

The angel's eyes wandered toward the sky, where small fragments of shifting light gleamed in the black sheet of space. He was alone again; standing near an open field with his head tilted far back. The low, night breeze tossed around the long hem of his coat.

A dull ache grew in Castiel's chest as he glanced from star to star. His mind was clouded with unanswered questions. Was he on the path that his father intended for him? Was he truly meant to be on earth? What purpose was there for him, among humans? The angel sighed deeply. Answers seemed to be so far out of his reach...

"Cas,"

Castiel's eyes fell from the sky at the sound of Dean's voice in his mind. The man sounded weary as he prayed. Cas dismissed his own thoughts, listening attentively to Dean's voice.

"Can...can you help me for a minute?" he asked.

The angel took one last look at the sky, before flying to Dean's location. It didn't matter what he needed; Cas would always come to Dean. He landed in a dark motel room, by a far wall. The only source of light in the room came from the street light beyond the window, glowing against the curtain.

Castiel could instantly tell that the temperature of the room was extremely high. The air was thick with humidity, making it difficult for his vessel to consume oxygen. His body was already beginning to perspire; attempting to protecting itself against the harsh heat.

Dean was sitting on the edge of one of the beds. It was apparent that he was being effected by the temperature as well. His shirt was removed, displaying his broad shoulders, tight back, and strong torso glistening with sweat. Castiel watched his wet, bare chest extend and retract a few times with his breathing, before letting his presence be known.

"Hello, Dean," the angel said quietly.

Dean's head turned to look up at him. Castiel took note that perspiration was rolling down the sides of his familiar face. He met the man's emerald stare, once again taken by how avowed his eyes were. They held this stare for a moment before Dean seemed to find his voice.

"Er, Cas," he said, his tone gruff, "Can you fix the air conditioner? The damn thing's broken and I'm roasting alive in here."

Castiel looked around, scanning to find an object that might have the capability to condition air. The angel could feel a few droplets of sweat forming on his brow as he searched the room. But, he was at a loss. He didn't know what Dean was talking about. Cas looked back down at Dean, who seemed to be gawking at him.

"The air conditioner?" Castiel repeated, unsure of what he was looking for.

Dean pointed forward across the room, to a bulky machine.

"That," he said, "Fix it. I can hardly breathe."

Not wanting to disappoint him, Castiel made his way across the humid room. The machine was large and box-like, sitting on the floor by the wall. Castiel leaned over it a bit, observing the object. He had never tinkered with any such contraption. Perhaps Dean thought he would be able to fix it because he healed him so often. But Castiel's grace could only repair things of a spiritual or bodily nature. Not machinery...

"I'm sorry, Dean," Castiel turned back to say.

He watched the man's throat quiver as he swallowed. Dean's green eyes were large and searching all over him.

"I cannot fix it," Cas uttered, feeling slightly ashamed that he couldn't be of more help.

Castiel felt a drop of sweat roll down his own temple, as he looked at Dean. There was something different about the man, now. His glistening chest was heaving a little quicker. His mouth was dangling open, as air rasped in and out between his full lips. And there was a look in his eyes; a strong emotion that appeared almost...rabid.

Just as Castiel recognized this, the man stood quickly from the bed. He stumbled forward in the dark, reaching out to clutch the angel's coat. Castiel stood solidly as Dean yanked the fabric down his arms, discarding both jackets on the floor. An odd sensation seemed to jolt through Cas's lower stomach with Dean's actions. The angel gulped, watching and feeling Dean forcefully pull at his tie. Why was Dean disrobing him? Why were his actions making Cas's heart rate increase? Something was stirring in his lower half.

"Dean," Cas breathed, "what are you -"

"Shhh," Dean interrupted, giant eyes glued to his work.

Castiel's heart picked up more speed, as the man's strong hands took fierce grips of his sweat-soaked white shirt. Castiel was unable to move, as Dean ripped the two sides apart; sending buttons tumbling to the floor. A large, electric pulse shot toward the angel's pelvis, causing his mouth to fall open. An urge to thrust his hips was manifesting. What was happening?

Dean let Cas's shirt fall to the floor and paused to look him over. His forest eyes appraised Castiel, searching his bare, wet torso. Castiel stared at him as he heard his own heart pounding in his eardrums. Was Dean searching for something on his person? Was there something about Cas's vessel that Dean needed – or wanted – to see?

The man reached out to the angel's waist, his slippery hands attempting to undo his belt. These strange, desperate actions were not only making Castiel's physical form respond, but making him question Dean's mental state, too. He reached down to grab the man's wrists. His fierce green eyes rose to look at him.

"Dean," he repeated, "what are you doing?"

A small noise escaped the man's throat in reply. Castiel searched his features. He had never witnessed Dean act this way before; so jittery and eager, with his eyes blown wide. Some strange emotion was taking him over. Some odd form of excitement.

"Shit," Dean mumbled.

One of his large hands reached out to press firmly against Castiel's chest. The angel's mouth fell open. He'd never felt Dean touch his bare skin this way. The feeling of the man's warm palm against his wet skin sent another electric pulse downward in his body, and formed a tingle in his chest. A warm sensation hovered in his stomach. Whatever Dean was doing to him, Castiel found he liked it.

Cas stood, frozen, as Dean's hand slid upward to hook around the back of his neck. The angel only caught a glimpse of Dean's vivid expression – before the man leaned forward to join their mouths. Castiel felt paralyzed. Several more electric pulses were sent downward in his body, at the feeling of Dean's lips against his own. The man parted them, sliding his wet tongue inside Castiel's mouth. The sensation of Dean prodding the moist muscle against his own was deeply overwhelming. Was Dean...kissing him?

He gripped Castiel by the hips and began to push him backward. Their lips remained connected, as Dean started to tug at the angel's pants. Cas bumped into the large, broken machine, stopping them from going any farther back. With a fierce jerk, Dean pulled the rest of Castiel's clothes down his legs, peeling the soaked fabric from his wet skin.

The angel gasped quietly in the humidity, at Dean's demanding motions. He'd never been exposed like this before. Castiel had not even beheld his vessel's nudity. Dean's eyes flickered briefly up to Cas's face, taking in his reaction, before reaching out to push him onto the machine.

Castiel grunted as he complied with Dean's demanding hands. After being seated on the metal box, Cas watched Dean's hands fly to his own jeans. The man's damp fingers quickly unbuttoned the pants before sliding them down. A thick, stiff organ bounded out from the fabric. Castiel gulped, observing Dean's erection. The long shaft appeared to be throbbing; clear liquid oozing from the slit at the end. Castiel's heart raced at the sight, as blood rushed downward in his own body. Why did this sight please him so much?

As the angel stared at Dean's organ with wonder, the man grabbed Cas's legs and pushed them back. Castiel was nearly bent in half, looking at Dean through the gap of his legs. He felt Dean's warm, ruff hand slide down between the wet cheeks of his backside. Cas held down a noise as Dean prodded a finger against a tender area. Why was Dean touching him like this? Why did Cas long for him to keep going?

As Castiel pondered what was taking place, Dean guided his hot shaft to press into the tight opening.

The angel gasped at the sensation of Dean's large organ stretching him. Giant shock waves were rapidly firing downward in Cas's vessel at the sight and feel of Dean entering him. Just as Dean pushed it all the way inside, he pulled it out a little. He was sliding the organ in and out; slowly getting faster and more aggressive. Castiel reached out to cling to the man's wet shoulders, trying to hold in sounds of pain as Dean thrust hard into him.

The metal box began to thump against the wall with Dean's motions. Castiel stared at Dean's wet face as he panted. He looked so...aroused. Sweat streamed down his temples, as his face was skewed with determination and pleasure. Another grunt escaped Castiel's mouth at the stings of pain echoing from his lower half. Even though he was in pain, the angel found that seeing the utter pleasure painted in Dean's features made it all worth enduring. As he glanced down at their naked bodies pressing against each other, realization came over him. There was only one proper title for these actions.

"D – Dean," Castiel panted with shock, "are we...performing intercourse?"

Dean groaned a little, his hips moving faster. Castiel could feel his muscles pressing tight against the man's stiff, throbbing organ as it entered him repeatedly. He watched with feverish eyes as Dean's face tightened with bliss.

"Yes!" he cried, his voice seeming to echo to Castiel's own organ, "Ahhh, shit! Cas! D – dammit!"

Dean was thrusting with all his might, the metal box banging against the wall. Castiel welcomed his motions, feeling slightly more at ease now that he understood what was taking place. Groans and cries of approve tumbled from Dean's mouth as he gently slowed to a stop. He fell forward a little, panting as his wet chest laid against the angel's.

Castiel was unable to control his own breathing. Even though Dean seemed to be done, there was still an overwhelming urge within Cas. Dean's warm, wet body pressing against his own was making him want to thrust his own hips. Was that bad? Was something wrong?

"Dean," he breathed.

The man raised a little to look at him, still appearing to be drunk with pleasure. Now within their line of view, Castiel and Dean both looked down at the stiff muscle jutting between them. Cas's organ was dripping clear fluid, throbbing against his stomach.

"S – something is wrong," Castiel assumed, unsure of why it was leaking.

Dean seemed to shake his head a little as he reached down to wrap his strong fingers around the stiff erection. Castiel began to pant again, enjoy the sensation of Dean's touch on this sensitive area.

"No," Dean breathed, "it's very right,"

The man began to slide his hand quickly up and down the length of the tender shaft. An intense event was taking place within Castiel. Sparks of pleasure and emotion were firing all along the angel's spine, sending his hips rocking with Dean's hand. The tense muscle glided tightly through his rough, wet fingers. Something was rapidly approaching; some large magnitude of sensation was cresting over him.

"D – Dean!" Castiel cried, clinging to his shoulders.

Castiel almost felt like he was transported to a new place. His vision blurred as he drown in a tide wave of untamed pleasure. Moans and cries erupted from his throat. He had never experienced anything like this; having Dean provide him with such copious doses of erotic bliss.

"Ahh," Castiel panted, feeling as if he was slowly declining from a great height, "that's...that's so nice."

He watched a smirk grow across Dean's pink lips. Castiel found it difficult to think, as his mind was clouded with lingering euphoria. All he could do was stare blankly at Dean, and admire his beauty. They had just engaged in intercourse; something that Castiel thought he would ever get to do with anyone. Especially Dean.

The man leaned forward, reaching behind the angel to feel behind the machine. Castiel enjoyed having Dean in close proximity. He took a few deep breaths of the man's pheromones, enjoying the scent. Dean suddenly chuckled, resting his wet head against Cas's shoulder.

"What is it?" Castiel asked.

Dean raised back up. The angel could see something was different in his expression. The emerald hue of his eyes seemed to be clearer than they ever were before. He looked relieved; at peace. Castiel had never seen him so carefree...and happy...

"We fixed it," he answered.

(Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long to get out. I was wrangled into helping with my aunt's baby shower. (It's a girl, btw.) :) But I hope you enjoyed this first chapter anyway. Virgin!Cas will forever be my favorite, I think. He's just so adorably curious. :) The next chapter is on the way!

In case you don't already know, this story has a companion, titled Heat. It's the same story, only in Dean's POV. Heat is complete and up on my page. Check it out if you haven't already. Thanks so much for reading!)