The air around them was charged with an energy that Cas had noticed a few times before, but never to this extent, and never with the promise of it actually becoming something more palpable. Dean parked the impala at a nicer motel than the kind he and his brother tended to stay in. According to the sign in the front, it even served free breakfast. Dean gave Cas the instruction to stay with the car while he paid for the room. He was back a minute later, keycard in hand, and a grin playing at the corner of his lips.

The moment they entered the room and the door was locked behind them, Cas was assaulted with a passionate, eager kiss. Warm, calloused hands gently gripped his hips. ""And you're sure this is what you want?" Dean whispered into the kiss.

If this hadn't been such a long awaited moment, Cas would have sighed at his human's continued sense of lack of self-worth. As it was, he replied lowly, "Of course. I have wanted you for many years."

Soft laughter was breathed into him. "Years, huh? You know, I always thought you were too duty bound to want me." There was a small break in the hoy that Cas barely noticed. A subtle, sad tone. "I mean, it's against the rules, isn't it?"

"Yes," Cas admitted the truth of what he had told them when first meeting Ishim. "But it's not enforced unless a nephilim is born." The kisses had returned with their original vigor. "And you have always been the one being to make me understand that duty is not always the most important thing."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Cas's own hands found their way to Dean's hips. "I was not lying when I told Ishim that my life has been better for knowing you." Before Dean could argue, he explained in soft, graveled murmurs, "For centuries I was just existing. With you, I am living."

There was a tension in the hunter's muscles that made it clear that he didn't necessarily believe he had been a positive aspect in Cas's life, but he didn't argue the sentiment, which Cas was going to take as him making progress.

They continued their kissing and holding awhile longer - Cas had lost track of any semblance of time. Then, in between the gentle pecks to his lips, the soft nips, and the whiskey tasting tongue that slipped past, Cas could feel skilled fingers begin to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Soon enough the tie and overshirt were tossed to the floor. The moment they were discarded, Cas felt warm fingers caress the skin just above his pants before taking hold of the shirt.

The cool breeze of the motel room hit his vessel's chest. The change of temperature at his vessel's nipples hardening. When Dean glided his hand to that particular area, giving a simple, gentle twist to each, Cas let out a pleasurable moan. In response, Dean grinned against his lips before moving down to suck at the juncture of his neck. Cas's moans got louder.

When hands went lower, though, and began to play at the button of his pants, that Cas had to put a stop to Dean's action. He stepped away from the hunter's grasp, smiling at the way pupil-blown eyes stared at him in question. Then he took the opportunity to begin undressing the man before him.

With only one night and fantasies to go by, Cas did his best to mimic Dean's actions. The plaid shirt was tossed carelessly on the floor, and he reverently touched the strong muscles of his chest, twerked hardening nipples, and admired the softness of his stomach. What he was doing was obviously the right thing to do, because almost immediately, Dean's own moans were sounding off throughout the room, and his fingers were stuttering their movements.

"I think this is usually where people up on the bed," Cas commented against the hunter's skin.

"Hmm. I think you're right."

Yet, despite their agreement, neither one moved to the mattress. Both seemed to be waiting for the other to take the lead.

The pause confused Cas. He had been sure that Dean would take charge of the entire situation, as he had taken the lead with the kiss. Now that the leash was gone, Dean would most likely feel the need to show that he was not as submissive as Ishim had tried to make him. Repressed and still too empowered by the unrealistic expectations of what it meant to be a 'real man', Dean would need to prove to himself that he was still the man in charge. It was, after all, Dean's typical move, and Cas had been prepared to let his human be the dominant one in their moment of intimacy.

Still, the hunter was not making his next move.

Cautious, but wanting things between them to go further, Cas brought his hands to the top of Dean's jeans, briefly playing with the skin that lay above the material. Then he slowly moved on to unbotton the jeans that had tightened gorgeously. When he took his time to unzip the hunter's pants and Dean moaned erotically, Cas took that to mean he was being granted the pleasure of taking charge...at least for the time being.

Even with the silent permission to do so, though, Cas was deliberate in his movements. He slipped his fingers into the waistband, waiting just a second before beginning to drag the jeans down. He was on his knees, helping Dean step out of them, so that a promising bulge was in front of his face. It was a sight that obviously pleased Dean as the bulge jumped excitedly and the hunter groaned.

"What would you like me to do?" Cas asked. As close as Dean's thinly clothed erection was to his face, Cas was sure what the answer would be, and he was ready to do as the man wanted.

Surprisingly, all Dean replied with was a throaty, "Whatever you want."

It was a tempting offer, but after the days they had just gone through, it wasn't an offer the angel was willing to take lightly. He held onto the soft part of Dean's body just above his hips, looking up into dark green eyes. "I'd be willing to do anything," his voice was baritone and suggestive.

A flush erupted across Dean's cheeks, ears, neck, and the top of his chest. The suggestion was clearly understood, and Cas readied himself to follow through with his plan, nervous only because he had never done anything close to it before. He was just about to take off Dean's boxers when calloused hands stopped him.

"Dean?"

Fingers wrapped around his and pulled him to his feet. "We can do that another time." The hunter's voice was rough and cracked. "Tonight we can, just, uh…" A blush was painting ruggish cheeks even darker than before. He lowered his head as if trying to find the right words. To Cas's disappointment, that wasn't the only thing about Dean that was lowering. Dean took a hold of Cas's elbow and led him to the edge of the bed. "Let's talk for a moment."

Cas frowned. "You never want to talk." And as much as Cas would want to talk any other time, even back at the church, to talk now didn't seem like it would lead to anything good. Already, Dean's erection was getting softer, and Cas was beginning to follow suit.

"Well, call this once in a million," Dean sighed, preparing himself to say whatever he needed to. Cas knew he should be happy that Dean was trying to open up more, but he had been in the moment and didn't want to see it gone like it had done on the bed in the bunker or in the church. "I, uh…" he breathed out harshly, getting his bearings. Cas waited patiently, forcing himself to not become frustrated. "I liked it when you took control."

The words were rushed and said practically under his breath, but Cas heard. Still…"What?"

Slower this time, and a bit more stable, Dean explained, "I'm not your pet."

Frowning, Cas stated evenly, "I understand that."

"Right, Well, with that understood, I like you being in control. You showing off your strength and power...it always sort of turned me on."

"So you want me to be the dominant one in the relationship?"

"If you're up for it," Dean winked, forcing himself to ease back into the mood.

That was enough for Cas to get back into the mood, and even more confident than when he started. He tackled Dean onto his back and straddled him, pressing his jeaned erection to the soft material of boxers where Dean's interest was getting up too.

"But just so we understand one another, this whole dominant thing is just for the bedroom."

"Or anywhere else we may have sex," Cas amended.

"Yea, yea…" The hunter agreed with a chuckle. "Now, you going to get rid of those pants?"

The angel smirked. "I believe you have given up that right."

A challenging smirk was given in response, but Cas could sense that the hunter's body was becoming pliant under his tough. "Do your best," he smiled against Cas's fevernt kiss.

"I'll certainly try."