Skin to Skin

Chapter 12

When they reached the hotel Dean put his hand on Castiel's leg and squeezed it. "Listen I'm staying in the hotel with two of my ship mates. Fergus and Benny, they umm they might make comments about you being gay or us fucking. I just want to apologize in advance." Castiel laughed and got out of the car. "I can handle joking Dean, it's when people insult me that I get angry." Dean shrugged, he guessed that made sense.
They walked to Dean's shared hotel room, he pulled out his key card and opened the door. Fergus was lounging on the floor watching TV, Benny making some just add water food. "There you are. Lad you've been galavanting with my rental ca-" Fergus saw Castiel behind Dean and stopped mid-sentence. "Well hello there. I guess your the piece of ass Dean found." Castiel chuckled and held his hand out to Fergus. "Castiel, and you?" A shit eating grin spread across Fergus's face and he shook Castiel's hand. "Exotic, tell me is that your real name or your stripper name?" "Fergus!" Dean hit his friends shoulder, pushing him off balance a bit. "I'm just joking mate, stop getting so defensive." Benny laughed in the background and cussed when he obviously burnt himself. "Sounds like Dean found someone who has his panties in a twist." Dean ignored his friends , going through his suitcase for a clean pair of clothes. He took Castiel in the bathroom with him, afraid to leave him with his friends, threw on his cowboys beanie, sweater and a pair of jeans. "So, you are a cowboys fan?" Dean flashed Castiel a crooked smile, "I'm from Dallas, aren't I?"
Dean glanced at Castiel leaning against the bathroom counter. How could he be so beautiful in day old clothing and in this awful fluorescent lighting. Dean kissed Castiel, pressing him against the sink, fingers in his  blonde hair. Castiel gasped in surprise and kissed him back. He reached under Dean's sweater expecting to find a shirt but found bare skin instead. "Ooh." He giggled against Dean's lips. He chuckled a little also, "yea I need to do laundry." Dean rolled his hips against Castiel's and the smaller man moaned a little. "Hey children, no funny business in the community latrine." Dean doubled over in laughter. "Such a cock block." They straightened out their clothing and went in the main room. "Don't think we don't know what you were doing in there." Dean winked at Benny and started rummaging through the mini fridge. "You fat asses leave any food for me?" Fergus chuckled, "We the people think you're getting a little fat, so we ate it all." Dean feigned shock, lifted his sweater and slapped his abs. "Yea, I'm nothing but fucking flab compared to you two." ~*~
Castiel smiled, he liked this side of Dean, joking with friends and relaxed. He doesn't see this side of Dean when their together, he only sees what he assumes is the boyfriend side of him. Castiel tugged on Dean's sweater, getting his attention. "I'm a little thirsty, is there anything to drink?" "We have beer princess, that okay with you?" Fergus and Benny laughed and high fived. Castiel shook his head and chuckled, "Yea, a beer is just fine." Dean fetched Castiel a beer and he twisted it open with his shirt. "So what do you do for fun when you're stuck in a motel room?" Dean shrugged, watching Castiel steadily become more relaxed. "Honestly, we usually drink ourselves stupid, eat the food that isn't allowed on ship and watch a shit load of TV." Castiel risked a kiss in front of Fergus and Benny and bit his lip. "Sounds like a regular weekend for me."
Dean pulled Castiel towards the couch, pushing Benny and Fergus off. "You can sit on the floor." Fergus scoffed, "Why? Does princess Cassy deserve better?" Castiel dropped down on the couch and crossed his legs, "Matter of fact, I do." Dean chuckled, he was happy the three of them were getting along, on the way there his anxiety ate him alive. Afraid that Fergus's version of joking would offend Castiel but he just rolled with it, another thing amazing about the college student. Castiel snuggled up to Dean, a hand on his chest, head on his shoulder. Dean flipped the TV channels until he found something semi appealing, every time he grew bored the other three men would groan. "Stop channel surfing asshole, just pick something." Fergus wrestled the remote out of Dean's hand and switched it back to CSI. Dean groaned, closed his eyes and rested his head against Castiel's. "I fucking hate procedural cop shows. Each one is exactly the same fucking thing." Castiel noticed the more Dean drank, the more he cussed, but he didn't seem to get violent so he guessed it was okay. Castiel looked up at Dean, biting his painted fingernails, he was hesitant to ask the drunk man for anything. "I'm kind of hungry..." Dean frowned, they didn't have any food. "We can go to McDonald's or something. Not much is open right now." Castiel nodded but put his hand on Dean's chest before he got up. "I'm driving."