[Falling From Grace]

Please REVIEW and RATE. :3 So I know to keep writing this, or to get a life. Lol.

Dedicated to: All the fans who made Castiel happen! Also Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins. <3 ^_~ (I hope they NEVER read this.

Thanks to Sam and Kate for cheering me through this! Weee!

 

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    The sun scorched through a crack in the curtain landing directly upon Dean's face. Dean wrinkled his nose, his dream suddenly (evaporating) upon the realization that it was quite bright. So bright, that the dream dissolved into the bright abyss and Dean reluctantly opened his eyes in solemn defeat.



    Dean blinked a couple times, and then rolled over. His gaze fell on his brother in the Queen bed beside his. His brother was still fast asleep, his head buried underneath his pillow. A soft snore was heard from under it. Dean smiled, his brother may be quite the handful sometimes, but he sure was so sweet when he was sleeping.



    Dean slowly lifted himself out of bed and rubbed his eyes. The sudden growl of his stomach gave him a craving for an eggs, bacon, toast and home fries-kind-of-diner breakfast.  He reached over beside the bed to grab his jeans. The faded blue with rips in the knees. He slid them over his ankles, pulling them on before he noticed his stiffness getting in the way. He instinctively turned to look over at Sam; his hair on end. But Sam was snoozing away, he hadn't even stirred. Dean paused before wobbling over to the small washroom, the jingle of the belt buckle making his scurry sound festive.



    The washroom had a toilet, a sink, and a stand up shower with a glass panel sliding door. Dean threw the seat down, he had just enough time before Sam would wake up to "take care of this". He wiggled his bottom and slid his hand down into the open zip of his crotch. His thoughts wandered to daydreams of rough thrusting. His hand smoothed over his swollen flesh, stroking. The two figures in his mind moaned, their actions becoming more hurried and coarse.



    Dean groaned now massaging his head, almost at climax. "Oh Castiel..." Slipped out before he could finish. Surprised, he stopped. Dean's eyes flew open almost at once. And the sound of wings swooping in was heard. Dean quickly shoved himself between his legs and grappled the waist of his own jeans.



    "Dean," Castiel started to say and stopped. His eyes inspected his surroundings but when he didn't notice anything strange or suspicious, he continued. "What's going on? Is everything alright?" Castiel's head tilted, his scruffy face wearing a pout. That look almost made Dean explode with a delight which surprised even himself.

    "Cas... Uh, this is awkward. Can I please take a crap in peace? Or are you going to watch me?" Dean scoffed, trying to cover up any "stench" of suspicion Castiel might have. Castiel looked somewhat confused.



     "Piece? Or.. peace?" the nerdy angel tilted his head once again. He was trying to "PIECE" together what it was Dean had actually called him for. Dean, fearing Castiel's obliviousness(ness) would wear thin, simply shouted and pushed the angel toward the exit.



    Outside, Sam had woken up. He made the guess that Dean was having trouble in the washroom, as he was most mornings. Sam often reminded Dean to eat more fiber and vegetables which would cause a lot less grief in the end. But alas, Dean always went for the Cheeseburger. When Sam heard a grunt, and then some hushed yelling he was not surprised. However, when Castiel was forced outside of the washroom, Sam did start to wonder what was about.



    "Cas? What the hell?" Sam started, but stopped. Castiel looked at Sam, his expression blank as ever. Sam understood that the angel was just learning to feel, let alone express. This made him very hard to read. However, this made it almost impossible for Castiel to read anyone in return.



     Some loud bangs and bumps were heard from the washroom. And then a slam, of the toilet seat being thrown down. Finally, the sound of running water and Dean appeared in the door way. Dean caught Sam's worried expression and for a single moment Dean suffered 10 seconds  of unbearable panic etching it's way through every one of his nerves.



    "Dean?," A wide smirk sneaked across Sam's face. "Next time instead of praying to the angel of change, you should just take my advice. Or take some laxatives."



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