Supernatural: leapfrogging

Dean

Her mellifluous voice began to echo through my still throbbing head...it felt utterly bizarre to watch Cas leave after having spent so long so close to him...her. Oh he missed that sweet shy smile already..."Hurry back, Cas." I call towards thin air as I watch her disappear. 

I caught Sam watching me for a moment, then looked away; he pretended not to notice the sad puppy look on my face, but I know he saw it, Sam notices everything. 

That night I dreamt of running rough calloused hands through her long black locks, twisting my fingers through her curls...kissing those daily pink lips so chastly, then ravishing her with every once of my strength...

I woke early that morning in a sweat, and with a shout of shock, but for the first time in as long as I can remember, the sweat wasn't cold, and the shout wasn't out of fear. I sit up grinning to myself for a moment and then I hear Sam's heavy footsteps clump across the corridor, and the absurdity of the situation hits me as my look turns disgustedly confused. "Dean?! Are you alright?!" 

"I'm fine, Sam!" I call out as I look down at myself for a moment and the grin returns as I sense the wet puddle  surrounding my legs. I quickly throw the covers over me as Sam enters my room looking flustered. "I said I'm fine..." I smile "Thanks, though."

"But, I heard you screaming..." 

"It was nothing Sam, just a dream..." 

"...Should I call Cas?" 

My cheeks flush at the thought of her and of the bulge that had now begun to grow between my legs. "No, no Sam, I'll be fine, I insist..."

I'm not too sure if Sam noticed my blush in the dark but he smiled at me anyway as he backed out of the room, ok, but if you change your mind, you know where I am," 

I shake my head in embarrassment once I know that he is gone, and I prepare to settle back down into bed, when all of a sudden a loud fluttering noise gives me a start.

"Hello Dean..." comes a soft, timid female whisper from the darkest corner of the room. "I sensed you calling for me." 

I found myself blushing again as she shuffled over to me. And I jump over to flick on the light, and look her up and down, I grin at the realisation that she had found another trench coat, underneath she wore a Dress shirt and skirt and dainty patent leather work shoes. Her hair is carefully tied up in a bun behind a blue velvet hair band, her cheeks are flushed with a pleasure which I am not sure is entirely real.

"You look good, Cas." I smile curiously,"Are you wearing make-up?" 

"Thank you, Dean, yes, I borrowed just a little from a few of my friends."

"It suits you."

"Thank you, What did you want me here for?" 

The innocence of her voice hits me right where it hurts and I feel an overwhelming need to protect her. I lean up to her from my bed and tilt her chin my way to plant a chaste kiss on her soft lips. "Just wanted to kiss you goodnight..."