He slowly undoes each button of my shirt, I shiver in anticipation. He plants a kiss above the first button continuing to kiss down my body as he undoes each and every one. Being sure to kiss every inch. As soon as he finished he brings his lips back to mine, looking me in the eyes, begining to trail his hands down my chest, across my stomach finally reaching his goal. The button on my jeans. He pushed the button through and began pulling down the zipper, I lift my hips up to make it easier for him to pull them off, tugging my feet out of the leg holes as he drops them to the floor of the Impala. I begin the same motions to undo his shirt, running my hands along his flexed abdominal muscles as I go.

In one quick motion he has my boxers off and I am naked and vulnerable beneath him. Grasping my erection in his hand he leaned down and began sucking at the tip, putting more of my length in his mouth, making up for what he couldn't fit with his hand. I began thrusting myself into him. With each motion we got faster, matching our movements with one another. " I'm going to come." I warned him, but he continued without a word. I loudly found my release within him. " I love you." He whispers finding his way back to my lips. Tasting myself in his mouth gives me an amazing sensation. He is mine...

" Dean. Wake up man, I got something." Sam insisted shaking Deans shoulder.

A dream. It was only a dream. Dammit.

"What! What?" Dean shouted. "Four hours Sam. Come on thats all I Asked." Dean lowered his head back to the pillow.

"Dean you've been sleeping all night. You've gotten well over four hours. Now get up, another vic was found murdered, the killer had the same M.O. It's our guy." Sam explained sitting next to Dean on the bed placing his laptop near Deans face.

" Lets go gank the son of a bitch so we can get back home. I miss my memory foam." Dean groaned rolling out of the opposite side of the bed.

"Don't you mean you miss your...Boyfriend?" Sam said with a feathery chuckle.

"Hes not my boyfriend! I mean, I don't think he is...Shut up Sam..Lets go." Dean yelled, putting on his jacket tucking his gun into his pants behind it.

"Okay seriously Sam , was this job even worth it? It was one rogue vamp, you could have done this on your own." Dean looked to his brother in the passenger seat.

"Since when don't you think a job was worth it? Whats wrong with you... Wait its Cas isn't it? Hah! I knew it." Sam said with a snort.