No matter what reality, you'll always be my angel

Hmmm... What could cheer you up... DO I remember a certain girl I know liking... voyeurism??? *sly smirks your way*

Dean walked up the stairs of the Novak house, making his way to his best friend Castiel's room. It's summer break, and almost every day of the week, Cas and Dean would go to eachother's houses, taking turn whose house they would go to for that day. Today's Castiel's turn, and Dean was excited to spend some time with his best friend, just like he always is. Dean's about an hour and a half earlier than he said he would be, but he finished his morning chores his mom asked of him a little early, so he figured he might as well just go over and surprise Cas. No one seemed to be home but Cas, so his siblings must have gone out to do their own things while their parents were gone at work for the day.

As Dean walks the remaining distance to the doorway of Castiel's room, he hears a moan. Dean has never heard a noise like that while in the Novak house, and it catches him off guard. Dean is shocked to hear the noise again, and Dean makes the observation that it must be coming from Castiel's room. Castiel has shown no interest in anyone in school, so Dean is a little hurt that Castiel was with someone, doing things to them to make them make that noise, and he didnt tell Dean about it. Dean was trustworthy, he was his best friend/ Why didnt he tell him he was with someone?

As Dean got closer to the door, he realized that the voice moaning was a guy's voice. Dean, for some reason, is even more pissed that it's a guy, and that Cas was keeping who ever his boy friend was from him. Dean wonders if he's better looking than him, or if he's a better friend to Cas than he is. Insurmountable jealousy rises in Dean, and Dean is determined to bust their little affair up, demanding to know why Cas hadnt told him about this.

As Dean got to the door, he could see slightly through the slightly cracked open door, and from where Dean was standing, he couldnt even see this mystery man of Castiel's. Dean pushes the door open just a little, luckily it didnt creak or draw any attention to him. As Dean looked in on the scene of the room, another whimpering groan can from it, and Dean could finally see what was going on in the room.

Castiel was laid back on his bed, his head pushed back into his pillow with a look of concentration and arousal, his pants and boxers down around the bottom of his calves, and the last thing that Dean grazes down to see is Castiel's hand wrapped tightly around his dick, moving it fast around the hard and leaking erection.

Dean knows he shouldn't be watching, this private, and something that he should not be seeing, but Dean can feel how instantly hard he is at the view in front of him. His mouth opens in pure surprise at how turned on he is, as he palms his growing erection through his jeans, and continues to watch.

Castiel is twisting his hand and wrist around himself, his other hand wrapped tightly in a bunched up area of his sheets underneath him. Dean can't help himself, he stares and watches Castiel, as he moans over and over again, thinking he's completely alone, letting all his noises go free into the room, letting go into his pleasure. 

Dean didn't realize that his best friend was so hot, so gorgeous, so beautiful, especially exposed like that. Dean didn't think what he was watching could get any hotter, but then what happened next make his almost come right in his jeans, without even being touched, really.

Castiel moaned again, but this time it wasnt just a noise. It was a name. It was Dean's name. Castiel just moaned out his name while masterbating. Dean was completely taken back by this, and almost missed it when Castiel said his name again, this time in rapid succession before he tensed up, arched his back, and came all over his stomach where the shirt he was wearing was lifted just enough above to miss it, and splatter onto his skin instead.