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"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Dean huffed, picking up the strawberry-shaped bottle. "Did you know this stuff comes flavored now?"
"We're here to help Cas, not shop, remember?" Sam said, his eyes scanning the opposite side of the aisle.
"Yeah, I remember, but why here?" Dean questioned, putting the bottle of lube back on the shelf. "Do you think there's a haunted dildo?"
Sam rolled his eyes as he turned to his brother, "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. Let's just be professional until we know more… You think you can do that?"
Dean gave him a sarcastic laugh as Sam started fishing in his jacket pocket for his ringing cell phone.
"Cas. Where are you?"
Dean's heart did that stupid flutter thing that it always did when he heard Castiel's name or voice.
"Um, okay, just tell me-"
Something pinged in Dean's chest as he watched his brother's expression turn to worry.
"Cas, if you need help-"
Dean's pounded against his rib cage. He needed answers, and he needed them now. "Sam, what the hell is going on?" he shouted after they stepped outside.
"You're sure?" Sam asked, still ignoring him. Dean was starting to get pissed.
"Sam, damn it, answer me." He didn't listen; instead, Sam put his finger up. "I swear to god, if you don't get that finger out of my face, I will shove it so far up your ass-"
Sam scoffed and covered the end of the phone with his hand. "The angels, they found Cas."
"Is he okay? Where is he? Let's go!" Dean demanded, stomping to the driver's side of the Impala, "Sam!"
He held up his finger again, "Are you sure?"
Dean didn't wait; he jumped in the seat and turned the key.
"Alright, I'll text you when we get there." Sam hung up the phone and climbed into the passenger's seat. "You remember that motel we saw a couple miles back?"
"Yeah, is that where Cas is?"
"Dean, listen -"
"Don't Dean listen me right now, Sam. Tell me where he is!"
"He didn't say, but he did tell me he's safe and will meet us at the motel in a bit."
"He's human again."
"I know."
"Those winged fuckers can kill him with a snap of their fingers."
"Dean, he wouldn't tell us he was safe if he wasn't."
"I don't care," Dean barked, bringing his phone up to his ear, after tabbing on Cas's number. "Answer, damn it." He tossed his cell phone on the seat between them when he got the message for Castiel's voicemail. "I don't like this."
"I don't either, but what are we supposed to do?"
Dean let out in frustration as he shoved the Impala into reverse. "He'll be alright… he has to be."
The whole way to the motel, Dean's thoughts went from cursing Cas for being so damn stubborn to trying to convince himself that he would be okay, and then right back to cussing him out again.
"I'll go get us checked in," Sam offered when Dean parked the Impala in the empty lot. "Dean…" he almost whispered as he stopped mid-shoving the door open. "Cas is going to be fine."
"Yeah, I know, Sammy."
The room was pretty much the same run-of-the-mill shitty motel run they were used to, two queen beds, which were probably uncomfortable as hell, a nightstand in between them, and a finicky desk holding a very old TV set at the foot of them. Dean didn't really care about the status of the place — hopefully they wouldn't be here long, and he would get to confirm Castiel was safe with his own eyes.
"Maybe you should try to get some rest," Sam suggested, earning a deadpan expression from his brother. "You dove like thirteen hours straight, and…" his words trailed off when Dean turned on the TV and the Scooby-Doo theme started to fill the room.
"Ha, look at that." Dean scoffed, his eyes shifting back to Sam's worried look. "Sam, I can't sleep right now, okay? Besides, this episode is a good one."
"Dean…"
He slowly opened his still sleepy eyes, finding Castiel's face mere inches from his own, lying on the firm mattress in the worn-down hotel. "Cas? What happened? Are you-"
"Shhh," Cas lulled as he lifted to his knees, taking off his trench coach and throwing it across the room. "Everything is fine."
"But the angels…"
"I don't care about them right now."
Dean's knees raised on their own accord, allowing Castiel to lower himself in between them as he brought his face back to Dean's.
"Right now, all I care about is you," Castiel cooed and captured the hunter's lips — something Dean had been wanting for some time, even though he never let himself say it out loud. Cas swallowed a soft moan when he rolled his hips, brushing the hardened bulge against Dean. "Tell me, Dean, tell me how much you want me."
"Tell me how long you wanted this, wanted me."
Dean let out a loud groan when he felt Castiel's hand rubbing his cock through the thin dress slacks he had on. "Too long," he said, gabbing the back of Cas's head and bringing their mouths together again.
Shivers ran down Dean's spine when he heard the snap of Castiel's fingers, every inch of his skin suddenly exposed to the cold air. "Cas, when did you get your powers-"
His words were cut off by the angel's hungry, needy lips. Cas grinned and grabbed the strawberry-shaped bottle off the nightstand. The squelch floated through the air, making Dean's core thrum with anticipation.
"Wait…" Dean warned when he felt Cas starting to push against his entrance.
"Shhhh… I've got you, Dean."
He braced himself, thinking the worst as Castiel continued burying himself. To Dean's surprise, there was nothing but pleasure. "Fuck… Cas."
"Tell me, Dean, tell me how good it feels," Cas demanded as he thrust harder, deeper, making more of those sweet praises spill from the human's lips. "How you love how good I fuck you."
"Cas, you… fuck me so good…" Dean whimpered, feeling the tension in his spine begin to build when the angel started stroking his cock in perfect rhythm with his hips. "I love it… so fuckin' much, baby." The word slipped out before Dean could stop it, not that his mind could really think of anything else at this point.
Castiel didn't seem to mind, his lips twisted into a smirk, raising his hand again. Dean heard the snap again, somehow lying on his stomach with his face shoved into the pillow his head had just been resting on.
"Tell me, Dean," Cas said, sliding his cock back into Dean, pushing as deep as he could. "Tell me whose tight, perfect, little ass this is."
"Yours, Cas," Dean shouted. He knew he wasn't going to last long in this position. "It's all yours."
"Come for me, Dean."
"Dean!"
"Dean!"
He jumped awake when he heard Sam shouting his name. It took Dean a couple of seconds to realize it had all been a dream, peering around the room as he sat up. "Yeah," he croaked and cleared his throat. "What's up?"
"Cas called back," Sam told him, swinging his jacket over his shoulders. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just a dream, a really good dream actually."
"Yeah, I kinda heard," his little brother confessed, a pink tint spreading in his cheeks. "Question is, was it about Cas as in Cassie, your ex, or Cas the ex-angel you are secretly in love with?"