I'm Cold Dean...

chapter three

"Uh...Lets play a game" Dean said. He switly walked over to the television, he was trying to ignore the question Cas had just askes him. Best way to do thatvis change the subject, he figured. He was scared to answer. He wasnt even sure why he cared so much about Cas. Maybe it was just their friendship, or their bond, but maybe it was more.

Cas looked at deal with that ever present

confused look on his face. Dean was plugging strange colorful wires into the wall and TV.

"Cas come here." Dean motioned for Cas and handed him some kind if plastic device. Cas sat on the couch and held the thing with two fingers and stared. It had shiny button and it facinated him.

"Its a game controller Cas, we're gonna play a video game. On something called an X-box."

"Oh." Was all Cas saud as the Tv lit up and Dean was hitting buttons on the controller setting up the game.

Dean started playing the game and seemed to be enjoying himself and didnt even notice that Cas just stared at him and then the controller in his hand then back at Dean.

"Aww Cas, here Ill show you." Dean slide closer to Cas and put his arms underneath his and clasped his hand over his and slowly showed Cas how to play. Cas didnt even pay attention. He inly notice how close Dean had gotten and how his skin was setting fire to every breath he felt Dean take. He looked down and his eyes raked over deans strong shoulder peaking through his T-shirt and his bare neck so close to his own mouth. With out thinking Cas bent down and started placing gentle kisses down Deans neck and within senconds stared sucking at the soft skin.

As soon as Cas' lips touched the sensitive skin of Deans neck he froze. His mind instantly swarmed with passion and lust. All he could see was red as Castiel left small hickies on his collar bone. He moaned as Cas scraped his teeth against him. How in the world Cas knew how to do sonething this wonderful was beyond him. The other thing that bothered him was the fact he couldnt figure out why the hell he enjoyed this so so very much. Dean finally shook his concious free from the grips of relentless passion and tried to mumble something.

"Cas? Wha? Whut? Ahh?" Was all he could make out through gritted teeth.

Cas quickly pulled away and his face turned a shade of red Dean had only seen from spilt blood on bodies ripped apart by the moat foul creatures. "I uh...uh...Have to go to the bathroom!" Cas shot up from the couch and ran to the bathroom door.

"Number 12!" He shouted after slamming the door.

Number 12? Dean thought. What the hell?

There ya go!! update...on meh phone...so it sucks sorry :/..i thought of this on the bus! i liked it even thou dean isnt a real gamer and neither am I...oh well