Set During: (Season 5)

I don't own Dean Winchester or any angels. My sister has dibs on Castiel.

As soon as they had closed the door behind them, Dean smashed Castiel back up against it and hungrily found his lips with his mouth; fumbling in the dark at the perfect tie and annoyingly-in-the-way trench coat.

"You could help you know." Dean murmured into Cas' open mouth.

"Why?" Castiel frowned, puzzled.

"Because it would save time."

"We have all night."

"I don't!"

Castiel raised his eyebrows. "Do you have other plans?"

"No," Dean sighed exasperated, "I just mean that I may not make it that far if…" He trailed off at the look on Castiel's face. "Forget it, C'm here."

Feeling much more at home with a direct instruction, Castiel stepped forward into Dean's arms and kissed him tenderly on the mouth; not quite sure why Dean always insisted on this physical contact but enjoying it all the same.

Shrugging his coat to the floor, the angel groped for the light switch. As the bulb came to life, Sam was illuminated in the centre of the room.

"You guys are gross you know that?"

"And you're kinky if you were going to watch." Dean retaliated, paying no heed to his brother and fighting with the buttons on Cas' shirt.

"You can't watch!" Castiel suddenly screeched, causing both brothers to stop and stare at him and his sudden outburst of emotion.

"I may not be human and understand all your strange ways, but I am very familiar with what is moral and immoral."

"As I said, gross." Sam repeated and, grabbing his jacket, swiftly left the room.

Dean raised an eyebrow at Castiel.

"Besides," The angel added, "I want you all to myself." And touching a finger to Dean's forehead, found themselves sprawled naked across the bed.

"I thought you weren't in any hurry." Dean pointed out.

"My soul may be angelic, but my body sure ain't."