Dean woke up next to Cas in the morning, exhausted and sore. He grinned at the very welcome soreness and shifted a little, moving closer to Castiel as he did every morning. He planted a kiss on Castiel's shoulder before opening his eyes.
"Ow," Castiel groaned, nuzzling his cheek into the pillow. "That's where you bit me last night."
Dean chuckled softly. "Sorry," he whispered. "Didn't have my eyes open. I didn't know you were awake, let alone where I was kissing."
"It's okay," Cas smiled tiredly at him. "You wore me out."
"If it sweetens the honey pot, I'm sore in the best places." Dean grinned when Castiel did. "Places that haven't been sore for a long time."
"Well, I'm glad I could ruin that comfort for you."
Dean laughed and kissed Castiel lightly and happily. "We should probably get downstairs," he whispered against Castiel's lips before kissing him again. "I need to finish working on the car today."
Castiel groaned, kissing Dean again with vigor. "Don't remind me of that. It'll get me going again."
Smirking, Dean whispered, "Why is that?"
"It's impossible not to have sinful thoughts when you're bent over the car, Dean."
Dean laughed and licked his own lips, kissing him again lightly. "Come on, babe. Let's hit the garage."
"So I can fuck you in there?"
"Whoa, save that for later," Dean bit his lip, rolling over and sitting up. He felt Castiel's nails gently glide down his back and shivered, eyes closing. "You're trying to get me back down so you can have me."
"You know that's right," Castiel replied cockily.
Dean grinned and slid out of the bed, giving Castiel a show as he stood up. Just after he stood, however, an arm shot out and a hand wrapped around him, making him let out a soft grunt of surprise. "Dammit, Cas," he groaned. "Let go. We'll never get out of South Dakota at this rate."
"Live a little, Dean. It's fun and you're hot," Castiel kissed the base of Dean's spine. He hadn't even heard Castiel moving. "Come on."
"Cas-"
"I want to fuck."
Dean bit his lip when Castiel's hand moved a little and he sighed. He did like sex, and sex with Cas was the best. It wouldn't be a chore, really, but it would slow down their trip...
Deciding to take one for the team, Dean closed his hand around Castiel's wrist and smiled. "C'mon, baby, let go so I can turn around."
***
They finally made it downstairs and Castiel and Dean were victims of Bobby's incessant teasing about the goings-on upstairs.
One of them that Castiel thought stood out most was when Bobby looked at Dean right when they came downstairs and smirked, saying "Never pegged you for a screamer, boy."
Dean eventually made his way out into the garage to finish checking the Impala and Castiel took a seat at the table with Bobby. He had thought about what to say all day yesterday, leading up to when he and Dean got in bed. "I have a question," he started, eyes resting on Bobby.
Bobby raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm not gonna do anythin' with you."
Castiel felt his stomach turn and his face turn red. "Oh- God- uh- no- I- I wasn't going to ask that."
"Good, cause I wouldn't have done it."
"You've established that," Castiel swallowed the bile rising in his throat. "Has Dean told you what I do?"
"What you do?"
"For a living."
"No. The boy's been reserved about you. It's weird."
Castiel frowned slightly. "Oh... Weird. Well," he sighed. He could get back to Dean's quietness later. "I'm a writer."
"I can see it," Bobby said without looking up from the book in front of him on the table.
"And I was wondering if I could use you as a character in my book."
"Go ahead."
"Now, I'd change your name for personal reasons, maybe change a few aspects about your personality..."
"That's fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Feel free to keep me as real as possible. It can be like a biography," Bobby chuckled. "Hell, boy, if you want, you can keep my real name in there too."
"Really?" Castiel was awestruck. He hadn't expected that at all.
"Yeah. Feel free to do whatever you'd like, Cas. It's no problem."
"Thank you," Castiel said happily, truly thankful. Bobby was a nice guy once you got through the jokes and the tough guy exterior. "Thank you so much."
"Ah, shut up," Bobby grumbled, but Castiel thought he saw a smile.
