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"I've not had so much fun in years Cas. Whoo! "
Dean laughs, sturdying himself up on the wall.
"Sam is so much more BORING then you, damn it."
He pauses, before shaking the thought off.
"You aren't all that good with girls, hu? I should have known. Guess we'll have to take the matter in our own hands instead."
The Angel looks at the other man tilting his head.
"You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"
Scepticism is written across Castiel' sface, replacing the earlier flush.
"Come with me."
Dean grabbs his friend's hand without thinking much and they run towards the nearest motel.
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"Finally ah", Dean dropps his bag on the bed.
"I could have just flown us here".
Don't ruin the fun Cas. The air did us good. "
" I don't need to breathe Dean, I don't need ai-"
He's cut off, as Dean's lips touch his.
It's only a brief kiss, as the man pulls away fast to check up with the other.
Castiel's expression is blank.
"Man, are you alrigh-"
This time Dean is cut off, as the Angel kisses him. The is a loud crack, as a few of the lightbulb in the room burst, creating a strange orchestra of noise. But the lovers don't mind. The kiss is rough and messy, so Dean's hand wanders onto the beings cheek, caressing it gently. It helps, slowing them both down.
The experienced hands wander under the heaven servant's coat, letting it slide down to the ground.
They sit down, not parting, and Dean continues with the tie, struggling already more, fairly inexperienced with manly attire on others.
Cas helps, though not more successfully, used to not having to deal with clothes at all.
The buttons on the shirt turn into an absolute mess, making Dean pull away exhasporated and open each using both hands while inspecting them closely in the poor light of the motel room.
"Can't you just mojo your clothes away?", he breaths finally.
"I'm not very in touch with my powers right now, in case you haven't noticed."
Another light bulbs burst, as if proving his point.
"Got it. stupid question." The Winchester admits, changing taktics to kissing the angels neck.
"Just tell me to stop, if it gets too much, alright? "
I do not actually feel anything, the closeness is pleasant though.
Dean stop, bopping his head out to face his friend.
"You don't? Not at all? All this," he points around," over just being close to me? "
"Yes."
"If that's so" , the Winchester smiles, before wrapping one arm around his companion. "Then let's just be close."