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Dean closed his eyes in a tired manner as he languidly stepped into the empty motel room and tossed the rugged duffle bag upon the closest bed. He had just finished banishing a ghost by himself, because Sam had taken off with Ruby to go after Lilith, and Dean was tired. He was stressed with Sam working with a Demon – stressed with Demons in general – stressed with all of this Angel s**t going on, but more than anything, he was stressed with the very idea that the Apocalypse was drawing closer.

He shuffled his way to the farthest bed and flopped down upon the itchy comforter; exhaling softly. All of the stress weighing down on him lately had his body wound up so tightly that he had been neglecting his personal needs. It had been over a week since he had masturbated, and it had been well over a month since he had last been laid. This fact did not help the building tension that his body was enduring and it did not help reduce his psychological stress either.

Another sigh was released and Dean simply remained silent to enjoy a little peace and quiet. The simple stillness of the room made Dean realize, that no one else was there. With no one else there, it almost seemed impossible that there would be a problem with him releasing some pent up stress. He bit his lower lip as he unfastened his pants and slid his right hand past the waist band of his boxers.

Dean let his fingers trail over the head of his erection and he closed his eyes at the sensation. The mixed feelings of adrenaline and lassitude had his body reacting in a variety of ways. He felt his toes curl as the heat began to coarse through his body. It was slow and warming at first, but it wasn’t long before he became serious about release.

He didn’t bother thinking about anyone in particular and merely enjoyed the art of masturbation; rolling the pad of his thumb over the slit a few times. A deep gasp left his lips as he closed his eyes and continued to pleasure himself. It felt good – there was no denying that fact. Hell, it had been the best that he had had in a month – it was close to heaven.

Deep gasps escaped his lips in a heavy manner, growing more rapid as his strokes became just as fast. Dean was already hard and he could feel that he was just beginning his up slope to an amazing orgasm. He didn’t care if he lasted a minute or an hour – release, was all that he was looking for, at the moment. Pleasure, satisfaction, bliss, completion, contentment, relief, serenity, orgasm, fulfillment….

There was a flutter of wings and a gust of warm air against Dean’s face. The gentle ‘breeze’ went unnoticed and Dean didn’t even register that there was someone else in the room until the rough sound of a voice called his name. Dean looked up in slight surprise to see the Angel standing next to him.

“We need to talk.” Castiel’s voice was stern and affirmative; informing Dean that this conversation would revolve around the Apocalypse. The room was quiet for a moment as Castiel stood beside the motel bed – staring non-judgmentally at the hunter.

Dean had shivers up and down his body. His impending orgasm was drawing close and Dean didn’t feel like stopping. It was unnerving to have an Angel watch you masturbate, but at the moment, this was Dean Time, and he wasn’t planning on cutting a personal meeting with himself short.

“Not now Cas.” His voice had grown husk and his strokes had increased. Dean’s hips began to roll with his wrist’s movement and he felt closer beyond all reason, but it seriously was weird to have an Angel watching.

Castiel wasn’t one to wait and he had the intention of asking for Dean’s attention once more. He had seen humans pleasure themselves before. Castiel was an Angel, a Warrior of God, a Soldier of Heaven, a Guardian of Earth and mankind. He had always watched humans from a distance, never having a reason to walk among them – until now. Castiel was curious of humans and their feelings – though had never witnessed such strong feelings first hand.

Blue eyes remained mesmerized at the hunter lying down before him. They studied every twitch that Dean made, every moan that escaped his lips, and every time the hunter clenched his eyes shut. Humans were interesting creatures, but Castiel never understood why they gave into desire and lust.

“Cas…gnnn. Stop watching damn it.” As much as it turned Dean on that Castiel was watching the show, the idea that God was also watching turned him off just as equally. God was always watching, but it wasn’t until now that Dean even considered the idea; that God’s eyes were scrutinizing him just as much as Castiel’s were. Dean almost felt dirty to have an Angel watching him do such a thing, but as many reasons he found to stop, he couldn’t bring himself to follow suit.

There was no response from the Angel and Dean looked up at Castiel to see if the man was still watching. To Dean’s dismay, he was. It made him shut his eyes and try his hardest to end the embarrassment as quickly as possible. “Hnn… Damn it Cas..”

Moments passed and for each passing one, Dean felt as though this humiliation would never end. He found almost no pleasure in this now and was tempted to finally stop trying. It wasn’t until he felt a dip in the bed that his eyes shot open.

“You’re taking too long, and there are more pressing matters at hand.” Castiel settled himself on the bed towards Dean’s feet and wrapped his own hand around Dean’s. It appeared that self-pleasure wasn’t doing it for Dean, and they couldn’t waste any more time than they already had.

Castiel moved his hand over Dean’s and gave the hardened flesh a few strokes, causing Dean to gasp slightly and buck his hips up into the touch. Disgust, fear, and arousal coursed through his body like an infection. He ignored the arousal, much to his dismay, and resorted to feeling shocked instead.

“Woah!!! Cas.. w-what the…” Dean swatted Castiel’s hand away and scooted up against the backboard of the bed, keeping his c**k as far away from Castiel’s grasp as possible. His heart raced in his chest and his breath trembled beneath his harsh gasps. He was more out of breath from shock, than he was from the arousal. The first thing that came to his mind was to start throwing punches, but that probably wouldn’t get him very far, and so he resorted to the Winchester façade. It was all he had when things were unsettling for him. “Didn’t know you chased d**k Cas. Just stay away from mine.”

The Angel looked at Dean, knowing full and well the truth behind the remark. Castiel wasn’t interested in females nor was he interested in males. He had no sexual interest towards humans, or towards anything else for that matter. As much as he wanted to speak of the more dire matters, masturbation was apparently something important to Dean. Sadly though, the hunter couldn’t get the job done as quickly as necessary.