smut chapter! look away young ones!

The kisses were short and tender at first, Dean still on his knees and Cas in the chair. Dean managed to squirm his way in between the angel's legs, allowing them to feel each other's heat. Then the kisses got heavy, and Dean turned to Castiel's neck, nipping lightly. Cas wrapped his arms around the hunter's neck as Dean gripped Cas by the under of his thighs, lifting gently and supporting the angel around his waist.

He walked steadily over to the crummy motel bed, wishing it could've been a little more special, but too deprived to let it stop him. Dean dumped Cas onto his back, positioning himself over the angel like a shadow. Cas looked up at him with nervous eyes, but begged for contact all the same. Dean slipped his fingers beneath the large trench coat, sliding it over the angel's arms and swooping up at the bottom of his shirt, exposing Castiel's chest.

"Beautiful." he smiled, before trailing light kisses down his stomach to the hem of his pants. Cas squirmed underneath Dean's touch, and self consciously brought his hands up to his face as Dean unbuttoned the top and fumbled with the zipper.

The feeling of someone touching him like that was a new sensation to Cas, and he found himself unconsciously rolling his hips up for more delicious friction. Dean grinned maliciously as he watched the angel change.

You see, during passionate sex, especially your first time, everything changes. First there's the racing of your heart as it pounds in your head, the banging that makes you close your eyes and claw at your lover. Cas was whimpering against the intrusion, his head throbbing and his body heated and glistening with sweat. The innocent angel morphed into a sex crazed animal, dragging Dean down for kiss after kiss as their motions steadied and fell into solid rhythm. Castiel's -normally deep blue- eyes now shined brilliant and nearly in a neon tone as he stared at Dean.

Dean couldn't be sure if the sheer strength of Castiel's claws against his back was the might of an angel, or if Cas was just too far gone. He steadied himself over Cas, their moans and grunts overpowering the cars on the road just outside, and the young women giggling outside.

The angel seemed to shine when he came, flying back against the bed, his head sinking into the pillow and hands clutching whatever they could to stay steady. Dean let Cas snuggle into his side before drifting off, more pleased with himself then any other time he'd had sex. Cas was his angel and his lover.

The two of them didn't even bother to stir when Sam opened the door, carrying long overdo morning coffee.