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"So?" Dean asks, looking around their dingy motel room "Did it work?"
After learning that some scumbag had tried to get the jump on Cas by slipping him some dream root, Sam was quick to volunteer their help. Dean would have been right on the case had it been anything else, but the idea of rooting around in Cas' brain creeped him out. Oddly enough he felt like it was some weird breach of privacy, though the former angel had made a habit of barging into the hunter's dreams uninvited. Maybe just the idea that Cas slept now is what weirded him out; the idea that his friend, once so powerful, would actually be defenseless and vulnerable for a few hours. Regardless, it made him uneasy (though not as much as he was curious).
Sam looks just as confused as his brother "I don't know man. We drank the stuff, but I don't think this is-" Sam is cut off by a loud thud and a bang from the room adjacent.
With only a slight hesitation Dean is out the door, but instead of a motel hallway, he finds himself in what looks like an apartment. Not a nice apartment, but the kind someone gets right after graduating college or losing their job. The hunter walks around and scopes out the space for the source of the noise, turning a corner and arriving in a small living room. It's old and just as dingy as the motel room he was just in, but dirty in a "lived in" sort of way as opposed to neglected. The only light source is a small table lamp and the glow of a street light coming in through the dirty window, dipping the room in faint yellow light. Dean's eyes scan the room and fall on a beat up green couch.
"Dude what the hell?" Sam turns up next to his brother, a look of vague concern on his face. Sam is about to say something snarky to Dean about running off and 'remember what happened last time?' but thinks better of it, seeing how uncomfortable his brother is. Sam follows Deans gaze to the couch and sees why.
At first he couldn't make it out for the dimness of the room, but there seem to be two figures on the couch. One is a dark haired male laying on his back, head and shoulders resting on the arm of the sofa, with one arm draped over his eyes and the other over his head off the armrest. Upon closer inspection Dean sees that it's Castiel, though at first he almost doesn't recognize him. Cas looks like himself but younger, maybe 24, and Dean can see his lean muscled body due to the fact that Cas is dressed only in boxers. The other figure (also male from what Dean can tell) has his back to them and is crouched over Cas. His head is moving down over Castiel's body and they hear sounds that let them assume the guy is trailing kisses down his torso. Dean can't help but stare, out of pure curiosity, of course. It's not like he finds it hot or anything, Cas starting to blush as the other male's lips go lower and lower down his smooth hard body and-
Sam clears his throat, apparently softly enough to not catch the attention of the men on the couch. "Dean!" he whispers, sounding urgent while also trying to keep quiet "What do we do?"
"I don't' know!'" Dean responds in the same sort of whisper shout. "He doesn't look like he's in any danger though, right? I mean, why jump the gun?" He watches as the man goes farther down Cas' body, stopping at his groin and doing something with his hands that the boys can't see, and why does he want to see so badly what those hands are doing to that body? Why is the thought of touching Cas suddenly making him so warm? Was this room always this hot? Why is he just watching when he's supposed to be waking Cas up? Dean doesn't know, all he knows is that he's definitely feeling something as he hears wet sounds and sees the mystery man's head bobbing up and down over Cas.
Castiel's cheeks turn pink and flushed, his breath quickens and a low groan escapes his lips. The man at his lap moves his head faster and there are more wet sounds. One of his hands slides up Cas' toned body, caressing his chest as it rises and falls with each pant of breath. There's a hitch in that breath and a light moan as the man rolls a nipple in his thumb and forefinger. Cas looks completely blissed out, his cheeks red and his lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them every now and then. It's definitely a sight that Dean can appreciate, while Sam is just trying to avert his eyes while giving Dean skeptical looks.
Dean is in a trance, ignoring his brother's uncomfortable shifting in favor of the sight before him. He'd never thought about Cas like this (well, maybe not while he was awake) but now he didn't know if he could think of him any other way. Cas was absolutely beautiful, from his big blue eyes to his stupid head tilt to his backwards tie to his everything, and Dean is terrified. He decides to remain in denial (hey, what happens in a dream stays in a dream, right?) and just enjoys watching what he can assume is Cas being blown by some guy.
Cas is panting heavily now, and the hand that was over his eyes has moved to tangle itself in the other man's hair. His hips twitching and thrusting up ever so slightly, a movement that would seem gentle if it didn't exude such raw need. That desperate want is written on Castiel's face as another moan slips from his lips. Then a "Dean, please!" spills off his tongue and Dean, after a moment of confusion, is snapped back to reality (as far as reality goes in a dream, anyway).
Did Cas notice them, does he know they're here? 'Please' what? Dean doesn't really sense an immediate threat here… Regardless, Dean is alert and in defender mode.
Sam grabs Dean's arm "Dean, wait. I think that's- " but Dean takes a few steps forward anyway.
This finally catches Castiel's attention, and his eyes snap to Dean. They're wide and confused, but mostly nervous. "Dean! What are you- How did you-" his tone is very different from before, he stumbles over the words and panic creeps in. Now Cas' heart is beating fast for an entirely different reason.
Understandably, the man showering Castiel's body with affection stops and pulls back, probably sensing the change in atmosphere. When Cas sits up and clutches a cushion to his chest the mystery man turns around to see what the change is about, and Dean sees a familiar face.
"Dude…" Dean whispers.
"Yeah." Sam says, putting a hand on Dean's shoulder "I tried to tell you."