Destiel ~ Shower

                                    

                                          
A/N: ShamChat gave me this idea. So, yeah.

                          
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Dean was so caught up in his thoughts, he couldn't hear the shower running, or the fallen angel humming as he took a shower. Dean opened the bathroom door, the warm must of the room hitting him, steam curling around his body.
                          
"Oh god." He muttered, his lips agape, his eyes widened. Cas was in the shower, the warm water dripping down his tanned and toned body. Cas jumped and turned towards Dean.
                          
"Dean!" He exclaimed, his face turning scarlet.
                          
"I'm sorry. I had no idea you were in here, I'll leave!" Dean exclaimed, his face pink as he turned towards the door to leave.
                          
"D-Dean." Cas stuttered, causing Dean to turn around. 
                          
"Hmm?" Dean replied, a bit embarrassed.
                          
"Could you grab me a towel?" Cas asks, butting his lip.
                          
"S-sure." Dean grabs a towel, handing it to Cas who gladly takes it.
                          
"Thanks." Cas nods appreciatively. Dean shuffled uncomfortably and turned towards the door yet again.
                          
"I guess I'll be going." Dean started towards his room, Cas getting out of the shower, drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. Cas stepped out into the hallway, seeing Dean had stopped walking and was just leaning against his door.
                          
"Hey." Cas smiled.
                          
"Hey." Dean struggled not to glance at Cas' lower body, the oh so beautiful body that was only covered by a thin towel. Dean gulped and Cas noticed, blushing. "If you need me I'll be in my room." Dean turned towards his door and opened it.
                          
"Okay." Cas sighed, biting his lip. But, his thought went haywire as he stepped behind Dean. "Wait, Dean." Dean turned towards Cas, their bodies barely a few feet apart.
                          
"Yeah?" Dean questions. Cas struggled to find words.
                          
"N-never mind." Cas left the room, starting to walk away.
                          
"Cas, wait." Dean placed a hand on Cas' naked shoulder, turning him around to face him.
                          
"What?" Cas replied curiously.
                          
"What were you going to tell me?" Dean begged for an answer.
                          
"It's nothing." Cas sighed.
                          
"It can't be so bad. Come on Cas, you can tell me anything." Dean smiled softly. Cas looked at the floor.
                          
"Just drop it. Please." Cas asked of him.
                          
"I can't because I....." Dean cut himself off, his face turning a rather unattractive red as he looked at Cas.
                          
"Because what?" Cas questions. 
                          
In the faintest of whisper, Sean answered. "I'm in love with you." A small gasp escaped Cas' perfect lips as Dean turned away. "You don't feel the same." Dean shut his eyes, wanting a hole in the earth to open and swallow him. Cas moved closer to Dean, his bare chest pressuring against Dean, his lips falling to Dean's neck, kissing it. A small gasp escaped Dean's lips and Cas smirked against the skin, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist and nipping at the skin. "Cas." Dean moaned softly, falling against Cas, the fallen angel holding him up. Cas brought his lips to Dean's ear, his breath warm and sweet.
                          
"Strip." Cas ordered in a seductive voice. His voice closer to a growl. Dean started to unzip his jacket, getting Cas to pull it off, tossing it on the ground. Cas turned Dean around, shoving him against the wall, forcing his lips on Dean's. Dean continued to stop himself of his clothes, both men forgetting Sam was still in the bunker. Dean removed his other jacket, throwing it off, his first layer of flannel, than his second, soon he was down to one shirt and Cas pulled him inside Dean's room, pulling Dean in the bed, making Dean straddle his waist.
                          
Cas kissed Dean roughly, as if he couldn't control himself. He was only in a towel, so he had a lot less to remove. He pushed Dean to his feet, smirking. Dean was blushing a bit, but tried desperately not to show it. 
                          
"Go on, strip for me hunter." Cas laid back on his elbows, watching as Dean stripped his clothes slowly. First pulling off the right black shirt that hugged his muscled body, revealing a god damn six pack and toned muscles. Dean carelessly threw the shirt across the room. He started to undo his brown belt with the silver belt buckle, the metal cool to the touch. He slipped it off and threw it by the bed. 
                          
His pants hung lowly on his built frame as he slowly removed them, knowing Cas was enjoying the show. He was barefoot already, so e was only left in boxers. Cas was wondering if Dean would continue stripping, because if he decided to, he wasn't going to stop him. But Dean got on the bed and straddled Cas, pushing him into the cushions.
                          
"If you weren't aware, I am no bottom." Dean smirked, smashing his lips against Cas' powerfully his hands supporting him as he hovered slightly over Cas as their lips danced. Cas tangled his fingers in Dean's hair, twisting his fibers in the almond locks, moans and groans escaping his lips. He lifted his hips, grinding them against Dean's, the towel still firmly secured around his waist. Dean held Cas' hips down, his hands trailing up Cas' body, going back to his hips, undoing the towel. 
                          
The towel was tossed by the door, landing on the handle. Dean removed his own boxers, their bodies grinding together. Hot skin against hot skin. Cas separated their demanding lips, smirking at Dean, flipping them over and pushing Dean roughly into the pillows. A low moan came from the back of Dean's throat. His hands twisted in the damp locks and forced Cas' lips back on his.
                          
Cas' dominance turned him on, a lot, and judging by both their boners, they were going to have to do something or they wouldn't last long. They were gasping, their breathing uneven.
                          
"Cas, I don't have lube." Dean gasped out. 
                          
"Do we need it?" Cas questions quietly, both of them trying to catch their breath.
                          
"It makes things smoother and not hurt as much." Dean explained.
                          
"Should we stop?" Cas asks, not wanting to hurt Dean, but at the same time, wanting to bang him in the back of the impala, maybe over a desk.
                          
"No, it's to late to stop. And I don't want to stop." Dean wrapped his arms around Cas' neck, looking him in the eyes. He brought his lips to Cas' ear. "Take me."

                          
Meanwhile.....

                          
Sam was walking down the hallway when he saw pieces of Dean clothing in the hall by his room, the door slightly open, a towel hanging on the doorknob. He heard moans and groans from the room and walked in the opposite direction.
                          
"Nope."

                          
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A/N: So yeah, thank Shamchat.com for this idea.