“Dean, please,” Castiel panted. “Kill me. Put me out of my misery.”

Dean rolled off the couch and onto the floor. He raised his hand and swatted in Cas’ general direction.

“I can’t,” he mumbled against the cool floorboards. “I’m too hot. And sweaty. And tired. And I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die first anyway. I swear I can feel my skin melting off.” He stood up lazily and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “When’s the super gettin’ back?”

Castiel grumbled and pointed at the flier hanging on the fridge.

Dean squinted his eyes. “Two weeks? Cas, we’re gonna die!”

Castiel sighed as he slumped in his chair. “My skin is sticking to everything,” he pouted.

“Well maybe if you didn’t walk around half naked---”

“IT’S HOT, DEAN! I can’t WEAR anything but my boxers without sweating through!” He threw his hands up in the air and let them fall with a slap on his thighs.

“Aww, is poor Cas cranky,” Dean asked sarcastically. He stuck his bottom lip out and walked over to his roommate. “Does someone need a hug?”

“Dean Winchester if you touch my I swear to---NO! Dean STOP! YOU’RE SO STICKY!”

Dean smothered Castiel in a bear hug, rubbing his head against his chest. “But you sound like you need cuddles,” Dean laughed against the other mans skin.

“Dean! Please! This is so much worse than dying!” Castiel gripped Dean’s arms and pushed him hard, sending him to the ground. He pounced on him, pinning his arms against the floor with his knees.

“You wanna play, Winchester? Ok, let’s play.”

Dean’s eyes went wide as his roommate held him still and slithered his mostly naked body against his own. Their sweat slicked chests rubbing together made goosebumps rise on Dean’s skin.

“Cas....Cas, fuck, PLEASE stop,” Dean shouted. This shouldn’t be turning him on. This shouldn’t be as hot as it is (no pun intended).

“Hey, you started it,” Cas chuckled, shaking his hair in Dean’s face. “You like that, huh? This fun for you?”

Dean gathered his strength and shoved Castiel off his shaking body.

“Jesus, Cas,” he panted while standing up.

“Aww, what’s the matter? You can dish it out but can’t take it?” He walked over to the sink and splashed water on his face. It trickled down his chin and onto his chest.

Dean’s eyes widened and there was little hiding the erection that was forming in his gym shorts. He turned around quickly and headed for his bedroom.

“Hey, what’s---”

“I’m fine,” Dean shouted before slamming his door.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next day when Dean finally emerged from his bedroom, Cas was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. He glanced up and nodded his head before returning his attention to his bowl.

“Hey,” Dean sighed, sitting down next to his roommate.

“Good morning, Dean.” 

“About yesterday,” he rubbed the back of his head nervously. “I uh, don’t know why I freaked out like that. M’sorry.”

Castiel smiled around his spoon. “S’ok,” he mumbled.

Dean visibly relaxed and smiled. He reached over and pulled Cas’ bowl in front of him and lifted it to his mouth, drinking all the milk in it.

“So, what’cha wanna do today,” he asked, watching Castiel scowl at him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was too hot in Dean’s room that night. He tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. His sheets were soaked and the fan in his window was only blowing in the hot air from outside.

He needed to cool down. He needed a drink. He just needed to get out of this sauna of a bedroom. He closed his eyes and blessed God above when he remembered that Cas had bought a six pack of his favorite beer earlier that day.

He hopped out of his bed and opened his door, heading for the kitchen. He was prepared to pop open a nice, cold beer. He was prepared for it to quench his thirst. Prepared for it to cool down his flushed skin.

What he absolutely was NOT prepared for was the sight in front of him.

Casitel. Naked. Standing in front of the open fridge. There was a small towel around his waist but it left very little to the imagination. His eyes raked over his roommates body. His muscular back, down to his tight round ass. Not to mention his thighs and calves that were BEGGING to be wrapped around---

“Dean?”

Dean’s eyes snapped up as he regained focus.

“Sorry, it’s just so fucking hot in here,” Cas mumbled, tightening the towel around his front.

Dean took a step forward and made a mental note to NEVER forget this.

“Are you alright? Did you need something,” Castiel tilted his head and stared at his roommate.

“Yeah,” Dean breathed out, “I--I need,” he took another step forward, licking his lips.

Castiel turned to Dean, holding the towel against his groin. “What do you need, Dean,” he practically growled.

Dean’s body flushed at the sound. His feet carried him forward, directly into Cas’ space. His fingertips skimmed across the top of the towel, dipping one inside.

Castiel tensed and inhaled sharply at the touch.