A Wild Ride (Destiel)

Chapter One

Cas stood outside Dean's motel room door and knocked hesitantly. Dean opened the door almost right away, he had been waiting for Cas for what seemed like hours now, but was really only around ten minutes. He couldn't know that, though, for some reason Dean didn't want him to know how desperate he was to see him again. He pulled him inside with a bear hug instead, closing the door after Cas.

"Hello, Dean." Cas smiled into Dean's shoulder.

"Cas, do you know how much I've missed you?" Dean choked out.

Cas didn't reply. Instead he just kissed Dean, cutting him off from continuing whatever he might say. Dean's mouth opened, allowing Cas to slip his tongue in, re learning Dean's mouth. Dean sucked on Cas's tongue, and the angel's eyelids fluttered closed. Dean loved watching Cas do that, and the sight sent a wave of pleasure straight to his groin. He slipped his own tongue inside Cas's mouth.

As they kissed, Dean's hand slipped from Cas's back to his ass, grabbing handfuls of it. Dean normally wouldn't have done this so quickly, but hell, he hadn't seen Cas in months, and he wanted him so badly, had thought about fucking Cas open every day, and he couldn't wait when Cas was right in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Dean slowly let go of Cas to answer it. He opened it abruptly, ready to slam it back in the person's face and go back to fucking Cas, but he didn't. It was Sam.

He looked past Dean to Cas, standing there in Dean's living room with his eyes wide. Then he looked back at Dean and smirked.

"Was I interrupting something?"

"No-it's fine, come in, Sam," Dean replied, covering what he had first thought of saying.

Sam walked into the room.

"Just wondered if you guys wanted to come with me to the diner tonight-I might have a case. But if you're already occupied-"

"I am sure it will be fine," Cas interrupted.

Dean looked sideways at him and then at Sam.

"Yeah, okay," Dean agreed. "In an hour or two, then?"

"We could go now, if you want," Sam replied. "I'm hungry."

"Sure," Dean said, even through he would have rather stayed in with Cas. But it was Sammy, and he seemed really excited, so Dean didn't want to disappoint him.

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When they reached the small, dim, diner/bar, Sam pulled his laptop out and started talking. Dean concentrated on his double cheeseburger more than Sam, but he got the major points. In some town in Nebraska, a bunch of people had been taking their own lives for no apparent reason.

"Maybe it's a demon," Sam suggested. “Or a god, we've had that before with mass suicides."

Dean grunted in assent.

"Should we go tomorrow morning?" Cas asked.

Sam nodded.

Dean thought it seemed suspiciously like Cas didn't want to fuck him again, but the thought was dismissed when Cas's hand slipped up Dean's thigh, not touching anything, but very close.

Sam slid awkwardly out of the booth and stood up. Dean and Cas followed suit. As they left, Cas's hand squeezed Dean's and Dean didn't let go.

When they were back in their room, Dean turned on the tv, making absolutely no romantic intentions. He gestured for Cas to sit next to him if he wanted, and Cas sat next to him, staring intently at the screen. Dean rested his head on the other man's shoulder, making his view of Dr. Sexy turn sideways, but he didn't really care. It was a rerun, anyway.

Eventually, Dean decided to lie down and rest his head in Cas's lap. Cas looked down at him, then smiled and ran a hand through Dean's hair. Dean reached up and grabbed Castiel's tie, pulling their faces so close to each other their noses nearly touched. He then lifted himself all the way up using the tie and twisted to face Cas, whose eyes widened.