It was a cold, heartless night that feasted upon Dean and Castiel’s flesh as they intertwined bodies on the barn floor to attempt to salvage some amount of body warmth. As they lie there, they both pretend to be asleep as to not disturb the other, but their minds are racing. Dean couldn’t seem to ignore Castiel’s arm draped over his neck and the angel couldn’t resist the way Dean’s muscular and strained legs felt in between his. Their senses were over loaded and a release was a crucial cog in the system of surviving this night together. Castiel rose his body up from the floor and gazed into Dean’s eyes, lust spilling over like a broken damn. His lips quivered above Dean’s as the hunter opened his eyes and stared back, allowing himself to give into his desires. Castiel’s lips shook with anticipation and he finally let words spill from his mouth.

“My father gave me a small loan of million dollars.”