Touched by an Angel

Developing

Dean sits at the table hardly touching his food.

"What's wrong with you this morning Dean?" Sammy asks as he eats Cheerios from the china.

"Hmm?" Dean only raises his eyes to look at Sam and raises his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." Dean said as he put a spoonful of Cheerios in his mouth.

"But?" Sam continued.

"But nothing." Dean tried holding in the cereal as he muffled his lie.

"Dean, there's something wrong with you." Sam dragged on. Dean thought of Cas, wanting to be with him, to be wrapped in his arms. He shook his head out of his amazing daydream.

"Just this case man, it's bothering me." Dean argued. He dropped his eyes to his cereal as he swirled his spoon around the white bowl.

"All right I'm going to head into the bar and try to find something." Sam called as he grabbed his coat. Dean nodded to Sam and looked back at his bowl. Sam hesitated but walked out the door. After breakfast, Dean walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Dean took off his dark green t-shirt and flung it onto the floor. He undid his belt and dropped his pants. Leaving on his necklace he stepped into the shower.

He turned off the water and sat there for a minute adjusting to the colder air.

"...Dean?" Dean recognized this voice as Cas.

"Cas?" Dean sounded surprised.

"I will wait." Cas said, his footprints leading away from the door. Dean sighed, stepping out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his lower body and walked out of the bathroom. Cas looked up from the stapler and his eyes immediately looked at the towel around Dean's waist. Dean blushed like crazy.

"Are you?" Cas panicked.

"Yes, Cas I'm not wearing any clothes." Dean tried to say unafraid. But he couldn't help to clear his throat. Cas, looked everywhere else besides Dean.

"Right." Dean walks nervously closer and closer to Castiel, who is sitting on the bed. He leans over Castiel. Dean's neck is right next to Castiel's face. Cas took in a breath through his nose. Dean's sweet aroma fills Castiel's mind. Cas holds the breath in as Dean leans closer and closer. Dean picked up the clothes lying on the bed behind Cas. Dean straightened back up holding the clothes in front of him to show Cas. Cas let out his breath and looked away embarrassed. Dean backed away and then rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Cas sat on the bed staring at the door, wishing he would come back. Dean pushed his back against the door and thought for a few minutes before getting dressed. He walked out of the bathroom and over to Cas. Cas stared at Dean speechless. Dean sat on Cas' lap his legs spread out to Castiel's sides. Dean leaned into Cas, one hand around his neck the other running through his hair on the back of his head.

"Dean." Cas whispered, closing his eyes and resting his head on Dean's hand.

"Shut up you perfect angel." Dean whispered as he leaned in to brush his lips on Castiel's. Cas fell backwards onto the bed and Dean followed him, not breaking the kiss. Dean, on all fours, leaned in closer as Cas pulled his waist closer to him. Dean ran his fingers through Cas' untamed hair. Dean pushed his head away from Cas, trying to catch his breath. Dean smiled and buried his face in Castiel's firm chest.

"Dean! I'm back!" Dean and Cas heard Sam's voice from the kitchen. Dean rolled off the bed and held hands with Cas for a second before meeting Sam. unwillingly, Dean took his hand and wiped his mouth as he entered the kitchen. Cas followed behind Dean and watched him walk, fascinated.

"Hello boys." Crowley's voice echoed from the dining room.