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Fuck! Dean thought as he stumbled in through the motel room door after Sam, he had bumped his injured and scratched up right arm into the semi rotted brown door frame of the crappy motel they had just booked into.
'Thanks for you're assistance, Sammy.' Dean said in a disgruntled voice as he made his way to the nearest bed carrying not only his duffel bag; but Sam's laptop as well.
'You said you didn't need any help?' Sam questioned him, knowing he is damned if he does and damned if he doesn't.
Dean just rolled his emerald eyes, as he dropped the tattered duffel bag on the dusty double bed he had picked for himself and threw Sam's laptop onto the other bed.
'Careful!' Sam cried.
Dean shook his head, trying not to roll his eyes again – 'I'm going to take a shower, see if the hot water in this place is any good and will help this damn arm.'
'Dean, dude, this is all we could get in this town, every other place that is within our budget and won't draw attention to us is booked out and I'm sick of squatting. Sam told his older sibling who was now getting fresh clothes from his bag to change into afterwards.
The motel itself had to be 20 years old and had not be renovated or even cleaned, for that matter, since it was probably brand new. It was dusty and it smelt all mouldy and stuffy. The carpet was brown and cream swirls, although the cream colour wasn't cream anymore and there seemed to be a lot of stains on the floor, God only knows what the sheets are going to look like. Dean might have to sleep on top of the covers tonight, or he was even contemplating sleeping in Baby, it's not like they hadn't done that before.
Dean ignored his younger brothers comments and walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. They had just been on a hunt and he was dirty and smelly and there was something sticky in his light hair. He pulled back the old shower curtain that had holes in it and needed to be replaced as soon as possible. Awesome, Dean thought to himself as he turned on the hot water faucet and let it engulf the room in steam. Finally, something in this crap hole was working as he slowly undressed trying not to hurt himself further when he took off his back T-shirt, which had blood splatters on it, some his and some not. Throwing it onto the floor. He turned the cold water faucet on to even out the temperature. He then proceeded to take his jeans off, then his briefs; leaving them all in a pile on the dirty floor. Dean couldn't wait to get back to the bunker so he could disinfect himself.
He got in the hot shower and just stood under the running water, his head fell back letting it take him over. He felt so much better, the peace of being in that room, feeling the hot steamy water fall over his naked aching body. Dean's mind started to wander, thinking about what had happened last night in his room before they left for this crap hunt. He didn't want to come to this, any hunter could have handled this mess, he wanted to stay home, he wanted to continue with what had started last night, before it was cut short by...
'Dean!' Sam yelled, knocking on the bathroom door, waking Dean from his daydream, although is it a daydream if you have it at night? 'I'm going to get some food and put fuel in the Impala, do you want anything?'
Dean thought, what can get him away from me for an hour or so… damn, nothing. 'I would like you to leave me alone for an hour or so. 'Go for a drive!'
'What?' Sam asked with confusion in his voice.
'You heard me dumb arse!' Dean shouted back to him. 'I need some peace and quiet, please Sammy?'
'Fine… jerk!' Sam yelled back to him before he slammed the door behind him.
Thank God, Dean thought – he finally had some time to himself. He loved his brother, but they are siblings and sometimes he wanted rid of him. He needed to be on his own every once in a while. He missed having his own room when they were on the road, he wished they had more money so they didn't have to share rooms all the bloody time.
Still in the shower, he wondered how long the hot water would last for, the heat had started loosening his muscles. He was lost in the peace that he had for the next hour, well not entirely lost, his mind went back to last night as he was washing his body with the body wash that he had to label with his name, although he doesn't think that seems to do anything as it seemed a bit lighter when he picked it up to pack.
Dean was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the wings fluttering into the locked bathroom with him; so lost that he didn't hear the crackly, holey old shower curtain opening on him.
'Dean.' A rough voice spoke to Dean as he wiped around to see Castiel standing inside the shower with him. Fully clothed and starting to get drenched. 'Do you need someone to help you out with that?' Castiel asked him looking down.
Dean didn't even realise that he was rock hard.
'Cass! What are you doing?' Dean asked in a shock tone, did Castiel sense that Dean was thinking about what happened last night.
'Thought we could pick up where we left off last night, I know you were mad at Sam for interrupting us.' The angel said with a crocked smile and a tilt to his head.
Dean, feeling slightly embarrassed, knew this is exactly what he wanted and with Sam out for a while he wasn't going to let this time go to waste. He wrapped his right hand tightly around his angels now soaking wet blue tie, and slowly dragged Castiel in towards himself, they leant their foreheads against each other, Castiel could feel Dean's breathing starting to get faster as they both looked into each others eyes, their luscious lips ghosting each other. Dean moved in and they melted in each other's kiss.
Cass tried to take his trench coat and suit off as the water ran over both of them. Dean pulled away looking at Castiel in his sky blue eyes; 'No way, Cass – that's my job.' He slowly smiled at Castiel and they locked into another the passionate kiss with Castiel hands sliding down Dean's collar bone towards his nipples. Dean was pushing his tongue against Castiel's soft full lips to gain access – but Castiel was teasing him, he kept his full round lips closed, Castiel knew and he loved it. They were both feeling each other for the first time and not just physically, but emotionally as well. Dean loved how much Castiel knew what he was doing, he knew how to tease Dean just enough to get his whole body to quiver.
Dean feeling exposed wanted to see the stunning vessel that Castiel had been gifted, he hurriedly took of the heavy ringing wet trench coat and threw it, the black suit jacket and white business shirt on the floor next to his own pile of clothes. He moved his hands down the angels contoured chest, he was nervous, they both were, and Castiel was starting to feel conscious of the fact that Dean's hands were getting closer to his trousers.
Castiel could feel that Dean was nervous, he looked him in his eyes in a reassuring way and Dean looked right back at Castiel as he said, 'I wanted this for so long Cass, I'm nervous, about this, us, what if this is a mistake?'
This statement from Dean actually turned Castiel on even more, he had loved Dean since he pulled him from Hell and couldn’t wait for the day when Dean realised that he felt the same. The, Dean Winchester, was nervous and Castiel knew why, it is his first time with a man. But Castiel had every faith that it was going to be perfect for them, even if there was mistakes, fumbles and how do we do that. They would be fumbling and making mistakes together.
Castiel looked at Dean and held Dean's face in his hands, 'that doesn't matter Dean, what matters is that we both love each other as we spoke about last night, and we are both ready to commit to each other.'
Dean smiled that big huge grin he gets when is really happy (which only really seems to be when he is around Castiel) and grabbed Castiel's bare shoulders and pulled him into a loving kiss. In doing this they both slipped in the now very wet and slippery shower crashing their bodies into the crappy half broken tiles. They both laughed a bit and this lightened the mood. Dean then took the opportunity the start trailing kisses along Castiel's exposed neck, sucking him, knowing full well it would leave a mark, but he didn't care, and neither did the angel. All the while Dean's hands were now playing with Castiel's rock hard member trapped inside his soaking black trousers. He imagined it trapped in there. This sent him spinning and he couldn't stand it any more, as he knew that he himself was hard, he needed the pleasure as much as his precious angel did.
'Cass?' Dean said in between him kissing the archer symbol now forever scared into his chest.
'Dean.' Is all the angel could get out, feeling Dean's wet lips kissing the scar tissue on his body that Dean helped him carve into himself so he could save the Winchesters.
'I want you inside me. Take me to the bed…. Now!' Dean looked Castiel straight in his blue eyes, he was sweaty, terrified, excited and before he had time to sort through those feelings, they were both on the dingy motel bed together. Castiel straddling him, still half naked in his soaking trousers that Dean had only just managed to undo the button and zipper on.
Castiel couldn't believe what he heard – he wanted this; he had been waiting for the chance to show Dean just how much he loved him and needed him. They had had a roller coaster relationship and it was finally all falling into place, for the both of them.
'Well you better hurry up and get me out of these pants.' Castiel addressed Dean with a smirk.
Dean smiled at that comment and proceeded; he slid his hands up along Castiel's thighs getting closer and closer to the entrance of his pants. Just as he put his hands inside Castiel's briefs to reach for his ultimate desire he heard their room key enter outside the door… it can't be an hour – it can't be.
Again, before he had time to process anything, they were back in the locked bathroom, Castiel clothed and of course completely dry.
'It's Sam; I will come to you again – I will be inside you Dean.' He kissed Dean softly and left him. Dean was standing in the middle of this tiny bathroom, trying to come to terms with what had just happened and what had nearly happened, with that fact that he was still hard and is now bloody fucking annoyed.