Dean groaned as he dropped into the driver seat of the impala. He was covered in blood and mud and who knew what else. That ghost had been a bitch, especially when she caught on what he was up to and had tried to bury him in her own grave. It was done though, he'd salted and burned her psycho ass and it felt good.

It felt good to do another normal job, well as normal as it got for him. Taking out a crazy ghost who had a thing for killing people who said she was pretty, or said she wasn't, cause she was crazy like that. As much of a whack-job as she might have been, she wasn't a crazy demon or an angel or any of that bullshit he'd been having to deal with lately. It was just a nice, easy job, just like the old times.

He turned on the stereo, relishing in the sound of Motley Crue's 'Primal Scream' that came blasting out of the speakers. A smile spread across his face and he hit the gas, sending the Impala down the graveyards driveway and onto the old deserted road that laid before him. Pretty soon he would back at this weeks motel room where Cas and Sam were waiting up for him. It didn't take him long to make it back, mainly due to the practically deserted streets. When he walked in though his hand automatically went to his gun.

Right in front of him stood Castiel. He look more or less the same as always with his too-big trench coat and seemingly perpetual sex hair, except he was giving dean a wickedly alluring smile and was holding what looked like the most perfect cherry-pie dean had ever seen in his life.

Dean's eyes grew wide at the sight of it and when Cas offered it up to him, he snatched it and the fork up without so much as a second thought. It wasn't till he was about halfway through the little piece of heaven that he realized something was up.

First of, why the hell was Cas giving him a pie? Second, why was he watching him eat it so intently? And thirdly, where the hell was Sam?. So instead of fretting over what he didn't know, he did the manly thing and swallowed down the mouthful of pie that was currently in his mouth and gave the Angel a suspicious look.

Cas just smirked at him in return which made dean shift in his seat. "Do you like the pie, dean?" He asked in his gravely voice to which Dean nodded dumbly in reply. "Good," he rumbled and the light in the hotel all dimmed at once, giving their quarters a whole new feel.

Dean opened his mouth to question just what the hell was going on but his voice caught in his throat when a song he recognized began to play and his Angel began to move to it, grinding his hips sensually as he slowly started to strip.

She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good makes a grown man cry
Sweet Cherry Pie

Before the hunter knew it, he had a lap-full of hot, writing angel. So he did the most logical thing and kissed the man on top of him, stiffing a moan at the cherry chap stick he tasted.

Castiel smiled against his lips and wrapped his arms around the humans neck. "How do I taste, Dean?" He purred into his ear, making Dean shudder.

Dean groaned when Cas' hips pressed against his and bit the bare flesh of his exposed throat, making the other moan in return before he smiled against the skin there. "Even better?"