Dean tossed the keys onto the kitchenette table upon returning from questioning a widow in regards to her husband's death. Cas had gone with him, the two of them dressed in suits in their usual fashion, posing as FBI agents. Dean had been hesitant about his going with him, considering the trouble he had last time, but to his surprise, Cas did an excellent job. He was catching on quick ever since he joined the Winchester brothers after his fall.

"Looks like Sam isn't back yet." Dean noted.

Sam was out digging up some information for their case, and Dean particularly didn't mind his absence. Cas was busy unbuttoning his jacket when Dean handed him a beer which he accepted with a nod of thanks.

"You did good today." Cas blushed at the compliment, taking a sip of his drink. It wasn't often that he heard such things from Dean, and he liked it.

"Thank you. I'm just glad we were able to rule out her husband's death." A smile pulled at the corner of Dean's lips. He was glad to see Cas taking the job seriously. He even found it to be a quite a turn on.

After a long draught of beer, Dean slowly stepped in towards Cas, closing the space between them until there was nothing but a foot separating them. He grabbed lightly at the lapel of Cas' suit and eyed him over, taking in all the minute details hungrily. "You look good in a suit. You should wear them more often."

Cas blushed even harder, his cheeks turning a rosy red. "As do you." They fell into their typical habit of getting lost in each other's eyes. It was almost a minute before Dean pulled him in and kissed him firmly on the lips.

It didn't take long for Dean to pull off Cas' jacket and grab him around the waist, holding him tight in a powerful embrace. Cas gripped Dean's arms and tried to stay balanced as Dean's kisses became more passionate. He loved when Dean got so intimate, so close. He was in a constant state of craving for Dean's touch, for the feeling of his body against his own.

Cas pulled away for a moment, glaring at the clock on the wall. "We still got a while until Sam gets back." Dean knew exactly what that meant, and so his lips parted in a little smile. It was now Cas' turn to rip off Dean's jacket, giving him an intense, lustful stare that made Dean's heart pound. He let out a moan as Cas took control and pushed him down onto the bed.