So, been awhile on the update front...I'm trying to work through my older stories and update them ahead of the newer ones I've started all while working on my Big Bang...again...yeah, I signed up this year as well. As if I didn't stress myself out enough last year.

Anyway! I bring you this short, pointless chapter.

Hopefully I'll get something of another chapter written soon. Hopefully. I'll hang myself otherwise cause this block is getting ridiculous.

Also, since I failed to mention in the chapter, Cas' bike is a Harley 1200 custom...sexy beast.

Enjoy!

The last thing Dean expected when Gabriel let him off for the night early was to see Cas standing outside the bakery, leaning against a motorcycle. Dean raised his eyebrows at the picture Cas was painting, he knew Dean couldn't resist that damn leather jacket that hugged everything, or those jeans that practically left nothing to the imagination.

"Well, not that I'm complaining, but what brings you here?"

"Can't come and see you on my day off?" Cas tilted the sunglasses he was wearing down and peered at Dean over the top.

Dean rolled his eyes and nodded towards the motorcycle, "What's with the bike?"

Cas patted the black leather seat, "The Impala is your baby and this… this is my baby."

Dean's eyebrows rose, "You own a motorcycle? How did I not know this?"

Cas shrugged, "I've been busy and whenever we go somewhere, you drive. Figured we could change that."

"Oh no. I'm not gettin' on that thing." Cas stared at him from over the top of his sunglasses, eyebrows raised.

"What? I may drive a bit crazy from time to time but at least there's a solid bit of metal between me and whatever else. There's nothing to protect you but your skull on one of those!"

Cas snorted and shook his head, tossed a helmet to Dean, "Get on."

"I only like hearing those words in a sexual manner, Cas."

"Dean, shut up, put on the helmet, and get on." Dean sighed, eyed the motorcycle again, which Cas was now perched on, eyebrows raised expectantly. He shoved the helmet on his head and swung his leg over the bike and settled behind Cas.

"Can I ask where we're going at least?"

"Nope." Cas reached back, grabbed Dean's hands and rested them on his hips, then started the bike and eased out into traffic, Dean hanging on behind him.

Cas' destination was apparently nowhere in particular. They ended up an hour outside the city in front of a small food truck that looked like death on wheels. Or at least salmonella on wheels.

"Any reason we're out here, Cas?"

"It's a nice day? We really need a reason?" Cas handed him a hot dog that he'd ordered from the truck and Dean looked at it dubiously.

"I've eaten here before. You won't get sick."

Dean eyed Cas, then the hot dog, shrugged and crammed it into his mouth.

"Always a pleasure to watch you eat." Dean nodded, contemplated talking with a mouthful of hot dog but figured he could spare Cas that horror. Especially since he didn't know what Cas would do if he did open his mouth with it full.

Cas finished his own hot dog and nodded towards the bike, "Let's head back."

"Seriously Cas, why come all the way out here for a hot dog?" Cas simply smiled at Dean over his shoulder, "Just wanted to spend some time with you is all. I've been busy with work and haven't seen you much."

"Could you be any more of a girl?" Dean grumbled as he settled behind Cas on the bike, hands resting on his hips. He had to admit it was nice being able to be close to Cas without needing some kind of excuse. Because Dean Winchester did not cuddle.

Later, after the heat of the afternoon had worn off and they'd exhausted themselves reacquainting themselves with Cas' bed, Dean asked, "Seriously, what was earlier about?"

Cas sighed, pressed his lips to Dean's shoulder, "Just missed you is all."

"You just saw me in the morning. Like you always do." Cas shrugged and started to roll away, but Dean wrapped his arm around Cas' shoulder and hauled him back, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of their skin sticking together with the heat of the room.

"You know, if you needed to talk about something… I mean… I know I'm not always all gung ho about, you know, the whole feelings thing, but if you really needed to talk to someone I wouldn't tease you about it. Okay?"

Cas was silent, his only movement the steady press of his chest against Dean's side as he breathed before he nodded then poked Dean, "Now who's being a girl?"

"Oh… fuck you very much," Dean grumbled, untangling their legs and trying to roll away, "Here I was trying to be nice and you-" Cas shut him up by rolling on top of Dean, slotting himself easily between Dean's thighs like he was always there.

"And what's with you always being on top anyway?" Not that it was hard to look up at Cas, but well… Dean had never imagined himself always being the catcher in a relationship.

Cas stared at him for a moment before dropping his head down onto Dean's chest, body shaking with laughter, "Really, Dean?"

"What?"

"Seriously?"

"What?"

Cas snorted, shook his head and lifted his head so he could smirk down at Dean.

"Why are you smirking at me like that? Quit it. It was an honest question."

"Maybe I'm always on top, because you're such a girl."

"I am not!"

Cas snickered and poked at Dean, "I really don't care either way, Dean. If you want to be on top? Fine. All you have to do is ask. Or just take it. I do have some handcuffs, could always throw those in. I'm sure Gabriel would spare us some whipped cream, maybe a whip or two."

Dean stared up at Cas, blinked then muttered, "You really are a kinky fucker under that innocent looking exterior, aren't you?"

"I see a lot of shit every day at work Dean. It kind of warps a person on the inside."

"I noticed. Hey… did we just have… pillow talk?" Cas frowned and Dean took the moment of his distraction to toss him to the side and roll over on top of him. It wasn't as graceful as Dean had planned, he more or less ended up jumping on top of Cas and knocked the wind out of him in the process.

"Jesus, Dean, I meant to fuck me, not flatten me!"

Dean positioned more of his weight on top of Cas, "You sayin' I'm fat?"

Cas huffed out a breath and shoved at his shoulder, "Could probably turn down the extra brownies Gabriel likes to make, yeah." Dean scowled at Cas' grin then used his knees to spread Cas' legs.

Cas' grin widened and he wiggled a little then pointed to his bedside table, "Pretty sure I have an extra set of handcuffs in there."

"I'm going to have to take time to explore this kinky side."

Cas smirked as Dean reached for the drawer, "I look forward to it."