"I need pie."

Dean's eyes shifted under their closed lids, as Cas's low voice hummed beside him. The man was aware of the gentle, lulling sound of the angel's voice, but sleep was still heavy over him and he didn't comprehend the words. Dean's arm curled tighter around Cas's warm, soft body, as he tried to ignore daylight shining against his eyelids. He knew for a fact that he hadn't gotten his four hours in yet. And, daylight be damned, he wasn't about to wake up now.

"Yes. Pie," Cas spoke again, giving a slight pause before saying, "Flavor? Does it matter?"

Although Dean adored hearing Cas speak, – especially in that short tone, with a twinge of sass mixed in – the sound was starting to annoy him. The bed was so damn comfortable, so fluffy and warm, that he didn't want to wake up. Dean could sleep for days in this thing, if given the chance. He began to wonder why was Cas disturbing his well-earned slumber. But, more adamantly, he wondered who the hell the angel was talking to...

"Fine," the angel huffed, "I'll take one of each, then... I'm not concerned with that... Yes. One of each. Wake the chef if you need – What? You don't have a chef? Then, who prepares your food?... A catalog? How can a booklet provide you with nourishment?"

Dean had reached the end of his patience and the peek of his curiosity. The man forced an eye open against the harsh light to roll it toward Cas. His sight focused on the angel beside him, whose silhouette was glowing with warmth in the morning light. A memory of the night before instantly returned to Dean's mind, as he glanced along Cas's glowing chest and bright face. This was almost how Cas looked when he went full celestial during sex; lit up and powerful, with that jaw clinched tight and his sapphire eyes beaming. God, it was the sexiest thing Dean had ever experienced. Just thinking about it made his lower stomach tense. And he wasn't even fully awake yet.

As his one open eye roamed over the angel beside him, Dean realized that Cas was holding a phone to his ear. It was the phone from the bedside table; the chunky plastic kind, with the ridiculously long coil that could stretch forever. The man blinked toward Cas's face, feeling a bit confused. Why the hell was Cas on the phone? They were still laying naked in bed together; Dean's arm and leg wrapped around him, with the angel's arm cradling the man's back. Was just laying here really so boring, that he had to call someone to keep himself entertained?

"Nevermind," Cas grumbled into the phone, his narrowed eyes focused on the far wall, "Just bring them here... Room 69b... Yes... Thank you."

After giving a small, irritated sigh, the angel carefully leaned away to put the phone back on the hook. Dean's arm instinctively tightened around Cas when he moved, not wanting the bodily heat between them to escape. It still bugged him that Cas had chosen to talk to someone else – probably room service, from the sound of it – but dammit, the angel looked so pretty in the morning light; sex hair spiked out in every direction, vivid eyes translucent in the sunshine, skin looking so soft and smooth. No one had the right to look this good, the morning after raw, strenuous sex.

Dean shifted lazily on the bed, slowly raising his head enough to plant a wet kiss on the cavity of Cas's bare chest. The angel's skin was warm against the man's lips, and felt just as soft as it looked. Dean could feel Cas's hand drawing tighter against his back.

"Good morning, Dean," Cas said softly, his tone much sweeter than when he was speaking on the phone.

Dean smiled a little, as his eyes blinked up to meet Cas's. The guy looked almost relieved; like he'd been waiting for Dean to wake up. The man's mouth was still roaming over the angel's torso, nipping and licking and kissing, when he spoke.

"Mornin', Cas," he mumbled, lips and breath brushing dangerously close to one of Cas's nipples, "Were you trying to run up Sammy's hotel bill, by calling collect?"

"No, Dean," Cas replied, his hand sliding up Dean's back to rake into his hair, "I was talking to -"

The angel's voice came to an abrupt halt, as Dean lowered his head to suction his mouth over Cas's sensitive nipple. The corners of Dean's rounded lips curved upward as he flicked his tongue against the hard nub. Cas's face was so priceless; eyes wide and mouth dangling open, giving a heated exhale. It was easier than Dean thought; getting Cas's motor running. Hell, it didn't take much effort at all. The smallest inappropriate touch was enough to make those blue eyes glow with lust. Dean tugged his mouth away with a wet 'pop,' and couldn't help but grin like a proud idiot afterward.

"You were saying?" he urged, snaking his hand down under the bedsheets.

Dean loved watching Cas struggle for words, as he groped the angel under the comforter. The angel's dick was soft and grainy; gradually warming and stiffening at Dean's touch. What a way to start the day; molesting your favorite person in the midst of your broken hotel room, the morning after the best night of sex you'd ever had.

"I – I was, uh,...um,..." Cas stuttered, watching the duvet moving with Dean's hand.

As a small chuckle escaped his mouth, Dean realized that he wanted to wake up this way forever – playing with Cas, while they lay naked together in the morning light. Kissing the angel when ever, and how ever, he wanted. Hearing his voice before anything else. Feeling Cas's limbs tighten around him with affection... It couldn't get any better. Heaven couldn't hold a candle to this.

Cas's fingers spread open against the back of Dean's head, as he tugged the man up to bring their lips together. Dean's eyes fell closed again, as he kissed the angel. The flavor was reviving the memories of the night before; all the mind-blowing sex and whispered words and amazing sights. Dean's eyes flashed open again, at the thought of warm sand and salty breezes. Didn't they fall asleep somewhere, on a random-ass beach? He didn't dream up that whole thing with the ocean, did he?

"Weren't we on the beach?" Dean suddenly asked, mumbling his way out of their kiss to look at Cas properly.

"We were," the angel nodded, shifting his groin under Dean's cupped palm, "You fell asleep there. I returned us last night."

Dean's smile turned soft, as he searched the angel's face; remembering the amazing view of the sunset on the horizon, and the sound of waves tumbling against the shore, and the feeling of thrusting in and out of Cas's warm body while they dug deeper into the sand... Man. When it came to fantasies, Cas sure knew how to pick them.

"That was awesome," Dean commented, still impressed by the whole night, "Almost as awesome as watching you come out of that meat-suit."

"Uh,... I'm glad you – ah – enjoyed it, D – Dean," Cas replied, still glancing toward the spot where Dean's hand was groping his dick under the blanket.

Dean was chuckling, and about to lean in for another kiss, when a soft knock came from the door. Cas's blue eyes widened the tiniest bit at the sound; his lusty stare snapping back to seriousness.

"I will return momentarily," the angel whispered.

In a flash, Cas was gone; causing Dean to topple flat on the bed in his sudden absence. The man blinked a few times, climbing back up to rest on his elbows. God, he hated when Cas disappeared like that. The suite door was opening across the room, so the man assumed Cas had flown over there to get it. Dean rolled his eyes at the hushed voices. It was probably just the cleaning lady or something. There was absolutely no freakin' need for Cas to fly over there instead of just walking, and leave Dean tangled in the heap of their sandy blankets. And, yes, the sheets were really sandy. Dean lifted the blanket to glance down at the stray grains of sand peppered all over his own naked body in the midst of white cloth, and couldn't help but smile. If he needed any proof that last night was real, it was right there; staring him in the face.

Cas and the person at the door were still talking – more like arguing, by the tone of Cas's sexy, irritated voice – which left Dean to lay there and wait on him. The man glanced over at the bedside table, where the chunky plastic phone was, and spotted a pamphlet laying next to it. It was a room service card; one of those typical menus that tried to entice rich people to buy food from the kitchen. As he eyed the paper menu, Dean realized this was why Cas had been on the phone. There was a giant picture of a slice of pie on the front; fruit filling oozing out so temptingly. Aw, hell. Did Cas really order food? From the kitchen? For him?

"I'm so sorry, Dean."

The man's head snapped toward the left, where Cas was walking back into the bedroom. Only he wasn't just walking; he was pushing a huge cart toward the bed, too. Dean's jaw fell open and he instantly sat up straight, eying the cart rolling toward him. The metal shelves were covered in slices of pie; nearly two dozen plates, all sitting in uniform rows. It looked like every flavor was present, right down to pumpkin and rhubarb. Dean's mouth started watering, as he glanced in awe from pastry to pastry. Holy shit, that was a lot of pie! Cas looked just as good as the food did; strutting behind the cart with his bare-naked ass on display for the world to see. This had to be a dream, right? Was Dean still sleeping?

"I assumed they would bring whole pies," Cas uttered in annoyance, making Dean realize that the angel's face was skewed with aggravation as he slowed the cart to a stop at the bed, "Not single slices. Perhaps I should call again and request -"

"No," Dean interrupted, still eying the staggering amount of delicious looking pie, "Cas, baby, this is perfect. Why... Why the hell did you get all this?"

A tiny smile slid back over Cas's pink lips, making the glare fade from his expression. The angel carefully walked around the glorious cart full of pie – which gave Dean a full view of his half-hard dick swaying around with his steps – and brought himself to sit beside the man. There was a softer look in his blue eyes, now; like he was thinking of a precious memory.

"Because, I love you,... dammit," the angel said carefully, reciting Dean's words on purpose, "and it is both an honor and a privilege to prove it to you, Dean."

Some giant formation was suddenly lodged in Dean's throat, as he sat staring glassy-eyed at Cas. Aw, hell. It made Dean feel so damn good to be told things like that; to be reminded that he meant so much to someone. That he was loved;no matter how much he'd screwed up, or how many flaws he had. Cas was still gonna love him anyway, and keep on proving it over and over. The man tried his best to clear his throat, as a smile twitched on his own lips.

"You halo-wearing, harp-playing, fluffy-winged son of a bitch," Dean grinned, giving a hard chuckle as he reached up to cup the side of Cas's soft face, "if I loved you anymore, I think your dad might strike me dead."

Cas's eyebrows knitted together, and his head tilted slightly in Dean's palm.

"I do not know how to play the harp, Dean. And I would never allow anyone to strike you dead," the angel mumbled, taking Dean's words literally. As always.

"Nevermind," Dean said, rolling his eyes as he leaned closer, "just gimme those pink lips."

They kissed again; fully this time, with tongues circling and lips pouting. Man, there was nothing like the feeling Cas gave Dean. Again, he was reminded of warm whiskey flowing through his veins. If this was what it felt like to be so in love, then he never wanted it to go away. Cas pulled out of their joined mouths first, taking a deep breath against Dean's lips.

"Which piece would you like first, Dean?" the angel asked sweetly, reaching out to pull the cart in front of them.

Dean grinned, as he glanced over his many options again. Damn, they all looked good. How was he supposed to choose? His hand fell to clutch Cas's thigh as he tried to decide. Maybe strawberry? No, apple. No, wait, that pecan pie looked really warm and gooey. Ugh, he felt so jittery with excitement, trying to figure out which one to pick; like a kid on Christmas, trying to pick which present to open first.

"Screw it. I'll take the chocolate," Dean finally sighed, his face glowing with a mega-watt smile.

Cas was grinning, too, when he retrieved the plate for him. The man gave a small sigh as he took the plate in his hand, still eying the mousse-like chestnut-colored filling. His mouth was watering at the smell, as he brought the pie close to his mouth. Dean was about to slide the slice forward and bite a piece off the rim of the plate – when a naughty idea struck him. He and Cas were still experimenting with fantasies, right? And wasn't it a common fantasy for everyone, to involve food in sex somehow? Hell, Dean couldn't think of a sexier food than pie. Maybe Cas would be willing to eat some... off of his body...

Dean turned to give Cas the most suggestive look he could muster, before tilting the plate in his hand. The pie slowly slid off the rounded porcelain, and splatted into Dean's lap, just like he wanted. His entire crotch was covered in chocolate. The angel seemed a little bewildered; glancing from Dean's face to the chocolate mess in his lap.

"Oops," Dean purred, leaning back to give Cas a better view, "I dropped it... Wanna clean me up?"

The man was practically handing himself over on a golden platter; stroking Cas's thigh erotically and giving him the most intense bedroom eyes ever. He was doing everything he could think of to appear libidinous, short of saying, 'Suck my dick, Cas.' But, the entire scheme seemed to go over Cas's angelic head.

"Of course, Dean," Cas said, sounding matter-of-fact.

It took a minute for Dean to register that Cas was reaching for his shoulder, instead of leaning over with his mouth. Before the man could stop him, the angel placed his hand against Dean's bicep and the entire mess was gone. A long exhale slowly breezed out of Dean's mouth, as he dropped his eyes to his clean lap. His limp dick was staring toward the floor with disappointment. Well, that didn't go as planned. So much for food fantasies...

"Is something wrong?"

Dean returned his stare to Cas's innocent blue eyes. He wasn't really sure of what to say, now. He actually felt sort of dirty; in the sick, perverted kind of way. Maybe food-sex was a step over the line or something. Maybe they'd reached their limit, in the fantasy exploration. But, as they sat staring at each other in the morning light, Dean noticed that a new expression beginning to grow on Cas's face. His ocean eyes were widening, and it looked like he had realized something.

"Oh," he whispered lowly, gulping afterward, "You meant... with my mouth."

Dean could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, as he forced a nod. At least he didn't have to say it out loud. The angel nodded back for a second, before looking toward the cart. Dean watched him scoop up another plate – the one that had the slice of cherry pie – and bring it toward him. They met eyes again, and Dean could see that subtle hint of dominance flickering in the blue orbs. Without saying another word, Cas tipped the plate over and gently smashed into Dean's lap.

The grin flashed back on the man's face, as he watched the angel smearing the warm, gooey substance all over his crotch. There was still heat in Dean's cheeks, and he still felt a little perverted. But, man, the feeling of warm pie in his dick was really getting him excited. Cas lifted the plate after he was done, and reached down to scrape the biggest chunks back onto it, before placing it back on the cart. His giant sapphire eyes were staring at Dean with intensity, as he shifted himself into the floor; running his hands along the man's legs and maneuvering himself between his knees.

Dean gulped at the sight of Cas's precious face so close to his messy dick. The whole thing was basically red, now; covered in sweet, gooey cherry filling. The man's heart began to hammer inside his ribcage, as Cas's tongue fell out to lick a line up his cock. Dean's hands were suddenly clutching fist-fulls of the bed. Oh, man. This was gonna be better than he thought...

Cas was slow at first; deliberately lapping up the pie filling off the edges of Dean's balls and the base of his cock. By the time he got to the head, Dean's cock was already half-way to an erection; flicking toward Cas's hot, wet mouth with urgency. The man was nearly panting already, wanting so badly for Cas to just take the damn thing in his mouth. But the angel was swirling his tongue around the tip; carefully tugging the skin back with his gentle fingers as he cleaned the filling from all the sensitive creases. Ugh, why wouldn't he just suck it, already?

"Shit," Dean sighed, rocking his hips a little, "Cas, please."

Cas slurped his tongue back into his mouth and smiled up at the man, still holding his cock between those tight fingers. The dominance in his eyes was unmistakeable, now; practically shining with authority.

"Please what?" Cas hissed, his smirk housing too much sin for angel.

Dean groaned a little. Cas knew damn well what the man was asking for. Dean could see that Cas just wanted to hear him say it. And, God, the angel sounded so hot, demanding it to be said...

"Blow me, Cas," Dean asked, his tone almost begging as he rocked into Cas's hand, "Gnah, p – please just blow me."

The smirk was still on Cas's smug lips when he lowered his head again. Dean's dick was so thankful, when he finally slid that angelic mouth over it. Shit, it was so wet and warm and tight in there; making the blood rush to swell the veins beginning to throb along Dean's cock. His hands had a death-grip on the bed as he watched Cas's mouth bobbing up and down his dick. Oh, God, the sight could never get old.

"Ah, yeah," Dean moaned out, reaching a hand down to rake into Cas's silky hair, "Shit, Cas, don't – don't stop."

Cas went a little faster, nodding in Dean's lap while his mouth suctioned more fiercely. The pleasure was radiating from Dean's cock in giant, rapid waves; making the groans topple out of his mouth. No matter how much Dean tried to convince himself that a blow job was just a blow job, he couldn't deny that Cas was the master of it; gulping and sucking and stroking. Holy shit, he was such a pro...

From the corner of his eye, Dean saw something move across the floor near the foot of the bed.

Though he was still a bit preoccupied by Cas's powerful mouth latched onto his dick, Dean forced himself to glance toward it. It had been something small, and sort of white, but he couldn't see it now. The man's body demanded him to dismiss it, and bring his focus back to Cas between his legs. Because now the angel was teasing the head of his cock with that agile tongue; flicking it all around the drooling slit. Another moan echoed from the depths of Dean's throat. Shit, that felt so good...

The white object was moving again, in Dean's peripheral vision.

Just as Cas was lowering his mouth back over his cock, Dean gave a quick glance toward the foot of the bed – and had to double-take. The white object was actually a dog; a furry little Jack Russel Terrier, with brown spots on it's back. Dean was panting and blinking toward it, trying to make sure he was actually seeing this thing. It seemed to be totally real, sniffing around the hotel floor like it was searching for something. How the hell did a dog get into the room?!

"C – Cas," Dean tried to speak without moaning, sliding his hand from Cas's hair to tug on his shoulder, in hopes of getting him to look toward the right.

But the angel wasn't stopping. He seemed determined to get Dean to come; completely unaware that a random dog was in their room sniffing around. Dean glanced between the amazing blow job in his lap, to the strange animal at the foot of the bed, trying to decide whether to hurry up and come or shoo the dog out first. It might have been an easier decision, if he wasn't already so close to the end and Cas wasn't the master of giving oral. But, son of a bitch, Cas was so damn good.

Just as Dean was about to ignore the dog and focus on coming, he saw that the dog had something in his mouth. It was made of fabric – and pink. A more angered groan rumbled out from the man's lips, as he watched the dog gnaw on the delicate satin. Ah, hell no! That dog was not gonna use those pink panties – the same pair Dean had kept for years – as a damn chew toy!

"Hey!" Dean shouted, hoping to scare the dog off.

The dog flinched, but ignored him; rooting his nose through one of the leg holes to get tangled in the underwear. Cas slowed to a stop on Dean's dick at the sound of the man's shout; the dominance in his eyes instantly fading away. Dean wanted to glance down at Cas, and make sure he could see this, too – but the dog was starting to prance away, now; with Dean's pink underwear still wrapped around it's head. The damn dog was headed for the door of the suite, and taking the panties with it!

"Hey!" Dean shouted again, this time trying to get the animal to come back.

It was already halfway out the door, when Dean stumbled to his feet. He could feel Cas's worried eyes on him, watching him scramble to grab the trench coat off the floor and thrust it on in an angered daze. But Dean couldn't stop to tell Cas about the dog. He needed to catch the damn thing, before somebody found out that it was his underwear, wrapped around it's head. Dean wrapped Cas's trench coat snug around him and tied the strap around his waist as he dashed out into the hallway.

"Dean," Cas called, his voice following closely behind, "what's wrong?"

Dean briefly glanced back to see that the angel was walking fast behind him, having put on Dean's denim jeans. The man was glad that no one else was around in the hallway to see them like this; chasing a stupid dog with barely any clothes on – and wearing each others', to top it all off. But, thankfully the mutt had stopped near a table in the hallway, and was trying to shake the fabric from his head.

"This dog's got my underwear," Dean hissed, stomping toward the animal, "Give me those, you furry little bastard!"

About the time Dean was bending down to snatch the pink panties from the dog's head, the door across the hall whipped open. And he suddenly heard a voice that he hadn't heard in a long time. It was faintly familiar, and annoying as hell...

"Dickie!"

Dean snapped back up to stand, and had to blink a few times toward the person striding toward him. It was Gabriel. The archangel, Gabriel; and he looked the same as he ever did, in that short little meat-suit of his. Dean's eyes flitted from the archangel – who was wearing an over-sized, plaid shirt and not much else – to the dog on the floor. Had he just called this dog Dickie? And, wait, hadn't Dean heard that name recently, somewhere? Hadn't someone else said it?

A split second after the archangel bounded out into the hallway, Gabriel and Dean met eyes. Seriousness and shock seemed to resonate in both of them, each just as confused as the other. Why the hell was Gabriel here, in the same hotel?

"Gabriel?" Dean asked aloud, feeling totally lost.

The archangel's golden eyes flickered behind Dean, and his eyebrows drew together. It took a second for Dean to realize that he was looking at Cas; searching up and down the angel's bare chest and strange denim jeans. Gabriel appeared to be astounded by Cas's presence.

"Castiel?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Gabriel," Cas sighed, sounding more annoyed than shocked.

As the three of them stood in the hallway, glancing at each other with bewilderment, a new voice echoed from inside the room Gabriel had come from. And Dean knew this voice; almost better than he knew his own. It was Sammy. And he was darting out into the hallway like a bat out of hell.

"Gabe, wait!" Sam called, dashing into the hallway, "don't -"

The kid's voice got lost and his eyes grew to the size of golf balls, as he came to an abrupt halt in the hall. Dean instantly glanced over his little brother, who was nearly naked, save a pair of ridiculously tight boxers that were obviously not his own. A strange mixture of extreme discomfort and anger started bubbling in Dean's stomach, as he glanced from Sam to the archangel next to him. Had Sam just called him Gabe? And the shirt that was long enough to reach to the archangel's knees – was it really Sammy's? Did the two of them just come out of the same motel room?! Dean briefly caught that the number on the door behind his little brother still read 69a.

"Sam?" Dean growled, suddenly demanding answers to all the questions swarming in his head.

"D – Dean," Sam squeaked, already raising his hands up in defense.

"Sam?" Cas repeated, sounding shocked as he took a step forward.

"Cas," Sam gulped, his cheeks growing bright red.

Dean's heart was starting to pound with hard emotion, as he looked back at the trickster standing next to his little brother. What kind of cruel prank was he playing on Sam, this time? What kind of sick, morbid things had he been doing with Dean's little brother in that room?!

"Gabriel," Dean snarled through gritted teeth, already feeling the urge to punch something.

"Dean," Cas spoke softly, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder, as if he was trying to convince Dean not to start swinging.

The dog on the floor was suddenly barking. All four sets of eyes looked down at the Jack Russel Terrier, who still had Dean's pink panties wrapped around his head. The dog's tail was wagging with excitement, as if he liked all the commotion that was going on between the men in the hall.

"Dickie," Gabriel and Sam both said in unison.

Dean's eyes flashed up to glance between his little brother and the trickster perched next to him. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. Sammy couldn't be on 'nick-name' terms with the the archangel. He couldn't be standing there, in the trickster's underwear. Sammy couldn't be following in Dean's footsteps, by falling in love with an angel...

Could he?

(Author's Note: My Halloween treat to all of you, is the cliffhanger of this story! Muhahaha! *cackles toward the sky as lightening strikes in the distance* But, still, I hope you enjoyed it. :) airam06, happy birthday! :) I hope the beach scene was a nice present for you! :) And I hope you all liked the little "Rocky Horror Picture Show" moment I tossed in at the end, there; where everyone just said each others' names for five minutes straight. "Rocky! Dr. Scott! Janet! Brad!" :) I love that movie... And, oh boy! What a way to end this story, eh? For those who haven't been following the companion story, it must have been quite a shock! (Are there some of you, who haven't read the sabriel part? Just curious.) Anyway, I want to thank you for reading this story. It has been an honor, writing it for you. :)

I know that you guys can read me like – well, like a page of fan fiction. And you've probably assumed by now, that I cannot possibly end the story this way. So, I'm gonna shoot for *takes a deep breath and exhales with exhaustion* another part. :) As you all can see, this story is gonna have a permanent sabriel addition, so I must ask: What do you think should happen in the next part? Would Dean go totally bat-shit crazy on Gabriel? Would Cas try to talk Dean out of his anger? Could there possibly be some angry sex? Like, behind a dirty dumpster or something? Would the two ships try to prank each other all the time? Give me your answers, please! I wish to know! :) Thank you so much for reviewing this story. You know what they say, every time someone reviews smutty fanfic, an angel has an orgasm. (oh, wait. That's just me. Only I say that. Nevermind.) :) But, anyway, thank you so very much! I hope to hear from you soon!)