A/N: Hi, everyone! This is my first story to add, which I only just wrote now, and in a bit of a rush too, so please forgive me for any mistakes. Please tell me if you like it, it's short, I know, just a drabble. But I expect to post other, longer stories later. Anyways, as it always has been and always will be, I own nothing but the story (or lack thereof) and this laptop it was written on. Thanks, guys! P.S I'm bad with ratings, so tell me if I should change!

Kingston

"I won't"

Dean was alone in the motel room. It was pitch black, and the smell of cigarette smoke had stained the walls, along with other uncertain stains that Dean really didn't feel up to questioning. Every now and then a whine of a car passing by broke the silence, the head lights illuminating parts of the room thanks to the thin, cheap curtains hanging over the dirty window.

Closing his eyes, Dean sighed and stretched his legs from out under the scratchy blanket. It was another hot night and against Dean's advice (or demand) Sam had left for a walk with a hope to calm his fidgeting body from the heat. Dean was invited to join him, but he had quickly collapsed once getting back from their hunt so Dean simply let out a pathetic grunt to signal Sam to go on without him.

Trying to find a more comfortable position Dean turned onto his stomach, and all but face planted into the pillow. After a moment of realising this wasn't ideal as he couldn't actually breathe with his face buried, Dean just lifted his head to the side and faced the door, leaving his body still. It wasn't the best, he thought, but he was tired and frustrated and just wanted to sleep.

A swift fluttering sound alerted Dean to open his eyes. Castiel appeared hovering over the side of Dean's bed, his blue eyes suddenly lit up from another flash of car lights going by.

"Hello, Dean."

"Hey, Cas," Dean murmured, his words slightly slurred from lack of sleep. Rolling onto his back, he reached his arm out to the small side table and flicked the old-style lamp on. "Is something wrong?"

The lamp slowly filled a small portion of the room, casting a warm, orange hue over them. Castiel's expression stayed the same as it did in the dark, but he shook his head confirming that, no, nothing was wrong.

Dean had sat himself up with his back leaning against the head board, his hair ruffled and damp from sweat and his head bobbed just a bit as his eyelids lowered, but jerked back up determined to stay at least half-conscious.

The sides of Cas' lips ticked up, finding the human's attempts endearing to say the least.

The angel gripped a hand on the bed sheets and moved them further off the bed and stylishly guided himself next to Dean, Castiel's own back against the headboard. Cas leant his head gently down to meet Dean's glazed half-lidded green eyes and softly pushed his forehead to Dean's causing Dean to arch his neck slightly.

Their lips were brushing, not kissing, but simply inhaling each other's breath, enjoying the feel of the other's soft panting in their mouths.

Still just as close, Dean tilted his head to the other side, eyes closed but imagining the blue curious eyes of his angel, and said, "Please don't leave," then dragged the side of his face across the angels jaw, resting his lips to Castiel's neck.

Castiel simply promised, with his mouth now brushing against the shell of Dean's ear, "I won't."