“cas and I will go out and search the perimeter for any signs of activity,” dean said to sam, rubbing at the back of his neck and not quite making eye contact with his brother.
sam glanced up, squinting at dean as if he were assessing his brother, before nodding. “call if there’s anything suspicious.”
dean nodded once, turned around, grabbed cas by the trenchcoat sleeve, and dragged the angel out the motel door and into the woods surrounding the building.
“sam’s smart, he’s going to figure out we aren’t out here keeping watch for werewolves. if he hasn’t figured it out already,” cas pointed out unhelpfully.
dean dropped cas’ wrist and turned around. “we can always go back,” he pointed out. “or…” he said, leaning his back against the nearest tree, “you could get your feathery ass over here and kiss me.”
cas hesitated for the briefest second, glancing back towards the motel room and furrowing his brows, before he was closing the gap and leaning in to kiss dean.
the whole thing was so high-school. sneaking out of the motel room to kiss anytime they could because they hadn’t told sam yet. it was all so new still and dean wanted to just enjoy this for awhile without sam peppering them with questions and knowing looks.
but there was a thrill to sneaking around that dean was addicted to. the shudder that raced down his spine as cas pushed him up against the tree, the angel’s fingers tugging at dean’s hair as dean deepened the kiss. the way his lungs felt like they were burning as he dropped his knees apart and cas slipped his thigh between dean’s legs. the stuttered little gasps cas uttered into the kisses as dean slipped his tongue into cas’ mouth and rutted against cas’ thigh.
the burn of the bark against the back of his neck, combined with the way cas pushed closer and closer into dean as if he wanted to climb into dean’s chest was intoxicating. he could spend all day with his lips attached to cas’; drinking in the taste of grace as cas let it bubble to the surface as tendrils slipped into dean’s mouth.
dean could get lost in these kisses for hours. how they’d only just started doing this when they could’ve had this years ago was beyond dean. but those thoughts disappeared from his mind as cas stuttered out a breath against dean’s lips and the angel kissed him harder.
slowing down the kisses, dean took his time chasing cas’ upper lip and licking his way along cas’ lower lip. cas let out a breathless sigh and dean pressed his smile against cas’. “we should get back,” dean murmured against cas’ mouth.
“yes, we should,” cas agreed, but he contradicted his words by stealing another kiss. and another. and another. quick presses of lips morphing into slow drags of their mouths against each other.
by the time cas pulled away, dean felt lightheaded. “sorry, too much grace in the kisses,” cas shuffled shyly.
“no such thing,” dean replied, snagging cas’ tie and tugging him into one last lingering kiss. when dean broke the kiss, cas looked a little starry-eyed, too. “c’mon, let’s head back.”
cas nodded, leaning in for one final kiss, which dean happily reciprocated.
they made their way back to the motel room, their arms brushing with every step they took. opening the door, sam glanced up from his laptop with a raised eyebrow. “take down a werewolf den out there?”
dean rolled his eyes at sam, but furtively wiped across his mouth with the back of his hand. “we did actually. you’re welcome, by the way.”
when dean finally looked up and met sam’s gaze, there was a glint in his brother’s eyes that said he knew exactly what dean and cas had been distracted by in the woods. but sam didn’t say a word. he just gave dean a knowing look as cas moved further into the room and brushed his hand against dean’s shoulder as he walked past.












