Castiel carefully guided his hands across Dean's moist bare chest while they kissed. The man's skin was still hot to the touch, even though the physical exertion of intercourse had already subsided. Perhaps the act had been more strenuous for Dean; being a human. Dean's mouth moved slowly, his hands gently roaming over Cas's back as they lay naked and tangled together.

Castiel assumed Dean wished to be penetrated again, according to his excitement upon hearing the door lock. But they were only kissing, now; hands wandering and mouths connected. Cas adored the touch of Dean's body on his own without fabric to separate them. Warm skin rubbing against warm skin, each limb touching each other in some way. He patiently awaited Dean's consent to go on with penetration...but this was just as nice on its own.

Dean's lips briefly left Castiel's. The man whispered something that sounded like 'so much better than being alone,' before returning them. Castiel blinked, looking beyond Dean to stare blankly at the mattress beneath them. Obviously, Dean had mumbled a passing thought. But Cas couldn't resist delving deeper to understand it.

"What did you say, Dean?" Castiel pulled back to ask.

He stared down at Dean, silently praising his father for his breath-taking work on the man; particularly the emphasis on his stunning green eyes. Dean swallowed, his adam's apple bouncing along his tender throat. Cas eyed Dean's lips, which were darkened from kissing, as they began to form words.

"I said, 'This is way better than going solo, isn't it?" he said.

Castiel could feel the deep rumble of Dean's voice in his own chest, as he was practically laying on top of him. The angel nodded instantly, in total agreement with the statement.

"Yes. It is better in every way," he answered, which made him wonder, "Why do humans even try do this alone? Why don't they just engage in intercourse when the mood strikes them?

"This ain't the sixties, Ringo," Dean grinned, running his hand along Cas's spine, "Unless you want a world full of STDs and over-run populations, it's probably better if everyone does a little self-service."

"But, what about you, Dean? Do you find...this," Castiel paused to gesture to the lack of space between them, "to be more enjoyable than servicing yourself?"

Dean smiled, his entire face lighting up with warm emotion.

"Hell yeah, I do," he answered, his hand caressing the tender skin of Cas's backside.

"Being penetrated satisfies you? Even though it isn't the proper way to perform intercourse?" Castiel asked, unable to contain his interest.

Dean sighed audibly, causing Castiel to rise and fall with his chest. His hand left the angel's back and wiggled it's way between them, where it found Cas's sensitive organ. A erotic breath escaped Castiel's mouth at the touch. He was still in awe at how much different it felt with Dean's hand instead of his own.

"As long as it's by you," Dean smirked, coaxing blood to return to the shaft with his skilled fingers.

Castiel's breathing was already becoming labored. He panted along with Dean's massaging motions as he stared down at the majestic shade of emerald glistening in the man's eyes. His hips rocked on their own, delicately thrusting though Dean's tight fingers. Pleasure radiated from Cas's pelvis.

"Dean," the angel groaned, gripping the man's shoulders, "let's duet again."

Dean chuckled, his hand slowing to a stop. Castiel blinked down at him, feeling a little angered at the abrupt pause. What was so funny?

"Nice pun," he grinned, his fingertips prodding the sensitive head of Cas's shaft, "got any more for me?"

Before Castiel could reply, the doorknob rattled across the room.

Dean flinched, his head instantly turning toward the door. Cas's cock throbbed in his hand as he watched the doorknob trying to turn. He was suddenly glad Cas had locked the door. Whoever was there would have barged right in. After the initial shock wore off, Dean sighed angrily. Why the hell did he always have to be interrupted?! Especially at times like this, when he was about to make Cas come again?!

The knob eventually stopped jiggling. There was a small silence, in which Dean glanced back up at Cas's worried blue eyes, before a knock echoed in the room.

"Dean," Sammy said from the other side, "let me in."

Dean stared up at Cas and watched the disappointment cloud his expression. He knew Cas wanted to keep going. Hell, he wanted to keep going too; let Cas screw him until he was too sore to walk and come with him until his balls ran dry... But as tempting as it sounded, he couldn't just ignore his brother. Dean gave the angel's dick a quick tug before letting go.

"We can do this later," Dean promised in a whisper, raising his head up to plant a quick kiss on the angel's pouting lips, "Put your clothes back on. Don't let Sam know."

Cas sighed, but crawled off of him. He was dressed in a flash, suddenly wearing his entire, usual outfit as he stood up from the bed. Dean had to double-take at him, while more knocks filled the room. How the hell did he get dressed so fast? Dean didn't even get a chance to get one last look at his naked body.

"Dean," Sam said from beyond the door, "are you awake?"

"G – give me a minute," Dean called, forcing himself to look away from Cas to pick up his underwear from the floor.

He stepped into his boxer-briefs and pulled his shirt on before making his way toward the door. He glanced back at Cas as he grabbed the doorknob. The angel had casually sat down on the end of the bed. His blue eyes were on the floor and full of discomfort. Dean gulped. He hated to see the poor guy so upset. He felt even worse when his eyes fell to see Cas's cock was still bulging behind his pants.

Dean finally opened the door. Both of Sam's hands were full as he waltzed into the room. He sat a few bags on the table and glanced around. He didn't seem phased to see Cas sitting in the room.

"Hey, Cas," he said.

"Hello, Sam," Cas replied without raising his eyes.

As Sam started taking food out of the brown bags, Dean stood by and watched. It felt a little awkward to be in the same room with his brother and Cas. He noticed Sam deliberately sniffing the air, making a strange face.

"What?" Dean blurted.

"It...well, I was going to say it smells like sex in here, but..." Sam shrugged it off.

Dean felt the blood drain from his face. Oh god. His brother could smell his and Cas's sex in the damn air. Dean's eyes flickered toward the angel, seeing his mouth opening. Cas was speaking before Dean could stop him.

"You can smell intercourse?" Cas asked.

Dean gulped, wanting to slap his palm against his own face. What the hell was Cas thinking?!

"Er," Sam said weirdly, "I...guess?"

"It's probably just the motel room," Dean interrupted, coming to rescue, "we should be used to that stank by now, right Sammy?"

Sam shrugged awkwardly, turning his attention turned back to the table. It gave Dean clearance to shoot a warning stare at Cas. The angel blinked his innocent blue eyes at back him, seeming unaware that he'd almost let it slip that they were the reason the room reeked of sex.

"Oh, here," Sam said, holding a magazine out toward Dean, "I thought you might want this."

Dean took the magazine and glanced at the cover. 'Busty Asian Beauties' were all over the front of it, crouching in seductive poses. Dean's heart started pounding strangely behind his ribs. A weird feeling came over him at the familiar sight of mountainous cleavage and thin panties that he had used so many times to get off within the past. Why did he feel so terrible, just looking at it?

Dean swallowed roughly as his eyes wandered up to look at the angel sitting on the bed. Cas's dark hair was still tossed about from sex, hands clasped together in his lap while his open blue eyes stared back with such honesty. Cas never needed visual aids to get off. He didn't need to watch porn or look at nude-y mags in order to come. He didn't need to imagine being with anyone else...except Dean. A warm feeling grew in the man's stomach at the thought. If all Cas needed was Dean, then maybe all Dean needed was Cas.

Dean took a deep breath as he tossed the flimsy magazine on the table with hardly another glance. Sam's hands slowed to a stop, looking between the discarded paper and his brother. His eyebrows came together as he looked at Dean with surprise.

"You don't want it?" he asked.

Dean looked back at Cas again, meeting his stare. He thought he knew everything there was to know about sex; about what turned him on and what turned him off. The right way to jerk off and the best places to do it in. Masturbation had been just a way to relieve stress. But after helping Cas, Dean realized he had a lot more to learn; About sex and himself. Sex was more than just stress relief, now. It was an act he could only truly feel with one person...with Cas.

"Nah," Dean said, giving the angel a slight wink, "I don't need it."

(Author's Note: I love it when Dean comes to terms with things and allows happy emotions settle in his heart, don't you? :) Sorry this chapter took so long, but I hope it was worth the wait. Thank you guys for all the reviews on the last chapter, as well as all the others. I love you guys, so much. :) Thanks for reading!

I may write a sequel to this fic, because I feel like I could continue with it. With lots more bottom!Dean and maybe some shower sex? :) Got a suggestion? Toss it at me. I'm always looking for new sex positions to put Dean and Cas in. So, when I get enough story together, I'll start writing again. In the meantime, I'm headed to Busch Gardens and Virginia Beach this weekend. Woo hoo! :) Thank you guys soooo much for reading! And be looking out for a sequel!)