Dean had a proper date with Castiel that night, since clean-up and humping after a job didn't seem to count. He took Castiel out to a slightly nicer than usual restaurant, a small Italian bistro that he had seen on the drive into town. Afterwards, they walked around the bustling downtown area, blatantly holding hands and not caring when the small town locals gave them weird looks. They even found a small ice cream shop, and Dean encouraged Castiel to indulge his sweet tooth with a double scoop of pralines and cream, and rocky road.
With their ice cream finished, Dean having helped Castiel lick melted ice cream off his fingers, they went back to the motel to cap off the evening. In the car, Castiel already looked a little flushed, that tiny touch of tongue on his hands enough to get him started. Dean loved that it didn't take much to get his angel excited.
Inside the motel room, Castiel slipped out of his trenchcoat and suit jacket, and then tugged Dean close, locking their lips together immediately. Dean moaned in appreciation as he stumbled them toward the bed. In a tangle of his limbs, they sprawled out on the bed, Castiel underneath while they continued making out, the hungry, needy noises they made blending together.
Dean's hands went to Castiel's white shirt, carefully tugging the buttons out one by one, slowly exposing Castiel's milky white skin to his hands. Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth as his chest was rubbed and caressed, his nipples plucked to stiffness by Dean's calloused fingers.
There was a ruffle of movement as Castiel sat up to pull his shirt off his shoulders, and then he reached for the hem of Dean's t-shirt and tugged it up. Before it was even free of Dean's arms, Castiel had latched his mouth to Dean's chest, mouthing him hungrily as his hands grazed over Dean's ribs.
Heat swelled at Dean's groin, making his jeans tight. He rolled his hips, pressing himself against Castiel's belly. Castiel shuddered beneath him and pushed Dean back so he could climb on top of him, fitting their hips together perfectly so that Dean could feel Castiel's matching erection.
Dean groaned, loving when Castiel pushed him back and climbed on top of him, eager and hungry for pleasure, grinding himself against Dean's body and making them both groan hotly. Dean reached behind, grabbing Castiel's ass, and squeezed him, pulled him closer, made him gasp with delirious pleasure as the sensations grew stronger between them.
"Can I?" Dean asked in a husky whisper, his hands sliding to the front, to the button of Castiel's pants. Castiel bit his lip, his cheeks bright red, and nodded once, quickly. But his timidity was overshadowed as his hands mirrored Dean's. Together, they undid each other pants, peeled them down, just enough, pushed aside the barrier of underwear, one pair of boxers, one pair of briefs, and pulled out the others cock, each hard, swollen, red and dripping with excitement.
By touch, Dean rubbed their cocks together, while his eyes were fastened on Castiel's face, as he was overwhelmed with pleasure, as he came apart under its onslaught. Dean wrapped his hand around both of them jerking slowly, while Castiel moved above them, thrusting into Dean's hand, rubbing them together, making them a sticky mess.
"Beautiful," Dean groaned, and he reached up to touch Castiel's face, to graze his fingers over the angel's parted lips. Castiel's eyes slid open, hazy and lust-filled, and then he sucked Dean's finger into his mouth, licking it, sucking it, nipping it gently.
Dean groaned and his hips bucked up under Castiel's weight, rocking them harder together. Castiel let out a whimper as Dean's thumb slid over his sensitive tip, and then a series of low cries as Dean did it again and again, with a wicked smile.
"Dean... soon..." Castiel gasped, his hips moving faster.
"Not yet, Cas," Dean said, pulling his hand away from their cocks with a grin, sliding his hands over Castiel's hips, feeling him surge and roll.
"Dean," Castiel growled, his voice going deep and dangerous as the stimulation stopped. He ground his hips harder against Dean's, to make his disappointment clear.
"Don't growl. I won't leave you hangin'," Dean said with a lusty smile. His hands slid further back, along the loosened waist-band of Castiel's slacks, and then dipped into the back, finding the small crease between Castiel's cheeks.
Castiel went stiff above him, sitting up, and reached behind him to clasp Dean's hands. His face was blushing and bewildered.
"Not... not yet..." he mumbled, pulling Dean's hands away. Now, his eyes were everywhere else but on Dean. Dean leaned up to kiss him, force his face forward again.
"Hey, Cas, c'mon," Dean murmured against his lips. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his hands slipping from Castiel's and going again to the back of his pants, though he didn't reach inside.
"I know," Castiel stammered out, blushing hotly, barely able to meet Dean's gaze. "But I'm not ready..."
"Not ready?" Dean said with a small laugh. "You feel ready to me." Dean gripped Castiel's cock and gave it a light squeeze, making Castiel gasp with pleasure, his eyes sliding shut again.
"Don't. You're trying to distract me," Castiel said breathlessly, pulling Dean's hand away. "Can't we just...?" Castiel let the words drift off as he rolled his hips against Dean, their cocks bumping against each other again deliciously.
Dean groaned, about to give in, but realized Castiel was just doing the same thing to him, so he grabbed the angel's hips and held him still.
"Cas, we've done everything, and I mean everything, else besides that. What's the hold up? Afraid to lose your angel purity ring or something?"
"I'm not afraid," Castiel insisted, his jaw jutting out.
"Then let's go!" Dean said and he pushed Castiel back onto the bed, maneuvering between his legs and tugging playfully on Castiel's pants.
"No!" Castiel said, and then there was the sound of fluttering wings and Castiel was no longer in the bed. Dean looked around and saw him standing on the other side of the room, holding up his pants with his hands and looking incredibly embarrassed.
"Cas," Dean growled. "Do we need to talk about something?"
"No," Castiel said, looking anxious, and still, anywhere but at Dean.
Dean sighed and got off of the bed, adjusting his pants and ignoring his erection that was still raging, even though his lover had literally run away in the middle of trying to have sex.
"Cas. There is some kind of problem here. Are you scared? Do you want to be the top? Do I have a bad breath?" Dean stepped closer with each question, keeping his voice gentle in the face of Castiel's anxious expression. Castiel even had a little pout on his lips, clearly distraught.
"No... I'm not... you don't... I can't talk about this..." Castiel said, and in a blink he was gone, leaving Dean frustrated and annoyed and in need of a very long, and very cold shower.
"You need to talk to Cas," Dean said without preamble as he stormed into Sam's room the next morning.
"Again, not talking to an angel about buttsex. That's your job."
"I tried. He ran away."
"He ran away?"
"Yes. Literally in the middle of the talk. He flew off and he's ignoring my calls."
"You totally fail at talking about feelings."
"Thank God I have a little sister to help me."
Sam groaned, a prediction of his future suffering. "You are going to owe me for this so hard. I'm talking putting my ipod back in the Impala. I pick the jobs. I decide where we eat. For a month."
Dean cringed at the thought of Sam's ipod tacked to his baby's dash again, squealing out Sam's bitch music for a full month, but nodded in agreement because, it was the only way he could see to get some clear information about what was going on with Castiel.
"Cas? I need some help with an Enochian translation," Sam called out to the ceiling. He always felt kind of awkward and foolish when talking to mid-air, but the results were usually good.
"That's not Enochian," Castiel said, appearing right next to Sam and looking at the sheet of paper in his hands, which was clearly in Latin.
"It's not? Oh, silly me. Well, since you're here, let's talk about you and Dean."
"What about Dean and I?" Castiel asked, his eyes instantly looking spooked and wary.
"You know exactly what. He tried to talk about it with you last night, but you flew off? Cas, you're an angel. What could possibly make you run away from your boyfriend?"
"He said I wasn't allowed to talk about it anymore..."
"Talk about what?"
Sam groaned. He knew he should have asked for more when bargaining with Dean. "What about the fanfiction?" he asked with a pained sigh.
"In the stories..." Castiel fidgeted, clearly as uncomfortable as Sam. "The Sex is always so... amazing. Everything is perfect. And Dean and I are perfect for each other. And I'm worried... I'm worried it won't be like that and Dean will be disappointed."
"Dean's not going to be disappointed," Sam said reassuringly. "He loves you."
"But what if I'm terrible? What if I'm not tight enough, or I'm too tight and I hurt him? Or if I don't make the right sounds? Or I orgasm too soon and he is not finished?"
And then it was Sam's turn to burn incredibly red and get uncomfortable from the rush of word spilling from Castiel's lips. "You... You really should talk about this with Dean."
"I don't know how to say the right words," he said sadly, and then looked to Sam with wide, honest hope in his eyes. "Will you talk to him for me?" Castiel asked him, looking sad and lost, but Sam was not going to fall for it.
"I draw the line at hooking my brother up for gay, blasphemous angel love. I'm not going to talk to him about the sex acts that are involved. You're going to have to talk to him yourself."
Castiel nodded, but without a determined and well put-upon pout on his lips.