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Castiel watched as the people walked by in the lobby, some of them in... states of undress or near-undress that he had thought were unacceptable for public.  He is reminded of the place Dean took him the night before, with its red carpeting, and the woman 'Chastity', in her strange garment that did little to conserve her modesty.  His head was

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"Yes. I would like to at least attempt to find the people responsible for this."

At the very least, spending some time attempting to find the guilty parties will ease a bit of his agitation at the situation. It might also point out the uncomfortable reality of Dean's statement about there not being any owners, something that Castiel still doesn't quite believe. The building is massive, huge enough that even his angelic senses can't quite wrap around it, can't figure out exactly how many floors there are, where they are... He knows there are a lot, and it feels as if they shift in places when he almost thinks he has a hold on one direction. Very strange.

"I believe that I was in a lobby before I came to find you, Dean. We could return there."

It should be easy enough. He knows where he was (more or less). It really shouldn't be particularly difficult to find his way back to the red-carpeted lobby, with the elevators and the people that were overall in varying states of undress, and the counters with what had seemed like employees. It stood to reason there had to be someone behind it all, didn't there?

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"Sure, you bet. You can lead the way, and I'll follow, okay? Unless you wanna just zap us down there." Though he didn't think would work, given how strange this place was, they might end up somewhere completely different. But Cas was right, they had to try. Maybe Cas would have better luck given his own angelic abilities where as Dean was just... sadly human.

"So, where were you exactly, before you came here? You said you were looking for God, but where were you? Like what city? Country?" Dean was honestly curious as he didn't really know to much about how the whole zip zapping thing worked or where Cas could go, if there was anywhere his powers didn't reach -- though he didn't think so. They seemed all compassing the way they were.

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"I should be able to transport us both back there. I was able to come to you."

It didn't even occur to Castiel that this place might differentiate between the two cases. He was still opting for the belief that there were some very strange individuals operating the place. Possibility pagan gods, or demons, althought there did not seem to be enough death here to have held a demon's interest for as long as Dean said he'd been here, however.

"The Amazon. South America."

Castiel answered with a curious incline of his head, not entirely sure how or why that was relevant, but as always willing to answer Dean's questions. And then he reached out, touching the man's forehead, intending to transport them both back down to the lobby. It seemed like it should have been simple, easy. He caught Dean and took him with him, but, where they arrived was not the lobby. At the last moment it was like it shifted away from him.

And it was cold.

Castiel had never been cold before. He'd been wearing a suit and trenchcoat in the depths of the amazon rainforest, and then at the precipice of Mount Fuji. Angels did not concern themselves with temperature; it wasn't something that affected him. Except that all of a sudden, Cas' body was curling in, his teeth chattering and a distressed look in his blue eyes. This place was freezing.

"D-Dean-- I feel.. strange. I don't like it." Was there an almost-whine to the angel's voice? Maybe. But, in a millennia of existence, he'd never felt like this before, and more than anything he wanted it to stop. "This.. This isn't the lobby. I d-don't know what happened."

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"The Amazon, huh? Cool." It was completely irrelivant but he'd wanted to know because he'd been curious and he was pleased when Cas had answered him and it made him smile just a little. Dean didn't particularly like this mode of transportation. It always left him feeling off kilter for a couple days and honestly, he didn't know how they handled just zapping around constantly when he couldn't bare to do it for more than a few times in a row.

The cold hit him like a punch to the gut, making him gasp and shudder, shivering violently. And then he noticed Cas doing much the same as him. Well that's perfect, seemed like he hotel felt like fucking with them. Because they were still in the hotel, he recognized the plain beige walls and the numbered doors. Except it was freezing his balls off.

The whine to Cas' voice startled a laugh out of him. "Sucks d-don't it?" But he made his way over to Cas and grabbed his arm, pulling him close. "It wasn't y-you, it was the f-fuckingg hotel. C-C'mon, let's f-find a room, m-maybe they'll b-be a bit warmer." He then tugged Cas after him toward one of the rooms. A few were locked but he found one that was open and pushed the door open. He rolled his eyes at the display the room was in. It looked much like a cozy cabin.

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Cas was too cold to even think about popping them somewhere else, if the hotel would hav even allowed him to do so. He whined in quiet agreement, briefly pressing in close when Dean pulled him in. It was still freezing, his teeth chattering and his body shaking, but being against Dean was nice, offered at least a little bit of warmth. He really didn't want to let go, was rather tempted to try and bury himself against Dean like a child hiding under a blanket, but the prospect of someplace warmer was just attractive enough to at least briefly mollify the frigid angel.

Cas was just about to start complaining, because he really had no tolerance for this sort of thing. Cold, overheated, those were human responses. He was still an angel, he didn't feel these sort of things, and it was seriously upsetting to him that he was. They found themselves in a room that looked like a cabin, complete with wood stove, and a single bed.

"Dean. I'm cold."

Blue eyes looking at the hunter as if he should fix it. Which, really wasn't far off from Castiel's implication. Dean was human, used to dealing with this sort of thing. Clearly he knew how to make it go away.

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Dean heaved a heavy sigh as he tugged Cas in after him and closed the door, locking it. It was only a fraction warmer than the hallway, but it was something at least. And there was a wood burning stove that wasn't in use at the moment, but would be once he got Cas off of him long enough to get it started. The fact there was only one bed didn't escape his notice.

"I know Cas, I'm fuckin' cold too. Go sit down while I start up the stove," he said, prying his arm from the frigid angel as he went over to get the stove started up. He shoved in some wood and lit it up with his lighter, then closed the hatch. He went around the room and made sure the other vents were closed off so the heat wouldn't escape. It wouldn't be much, but it would be a hell of a lot warmer than the hallway.

Walking over to the bed, Dean joined him as he sat down onto it, directly next to Cas. It was a little worrysome that the hotel could get to Cas like this, who wasn't supposed to feel things like hot, cold or pain.

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As frigid as he was, and with Dean the only even passing source of warmth, Cas was hesitant t to give up the contact. But, the prospect that Dean could make them warmer won out, and the shivering angel went and took a seat on the edge of the bed, not really thinking about the implications there. It wasn't like he often slept, and he was definitely not socially savvy to pick up on what the hotel was implying. Cas just watched Dean as he started the wood stove putting some wood into it. It was radiating warmth, but it had much less of an effect on the ambient temperature than Castiel would have liked.

So, when Dean came over and sat next to him, Cas pressed in against him, without a thought for personal space or any of the other things Dean had tried to teach him about. All he knew was that he was freezing and that he felt warmer when he was pressed close to Dean. His face ended up buried in the crook of Dean's neck, and oh, that felt nice. Warm where skin pressed to skin and he nuzzled into it. Cas' hands clutching at the hunter's jacket as he tried to hide himself from the bitter temperature.

"I don't like this, Dean."

Castiel murmured into skin, as if there had been any question in that regard.

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Dean damn near shuddered when Cas nuzzled into him and he had to remind himself it was just because he was cold and not because he liked him or anything -- like that, at any rate. Cas was just cold, which he shouldn't even be able to feel being an angel, but the hotel was making it so. And he knew what it was like to be cold, had years of putting up with it under his belt, but Cas didn't and for that he felt pity for him.

"I know, Cas, I don't like it either," he said, wrapping an arm around Cas to pull him closer. If they weren't freezing Dean might actually enjoy this a little more. But if they weren't freezing then Cas likely wouldn't be curled up and pressed against him. The room was warming up, he could feel it, but it wasn't nearly enough to chase the chill away, not from them at least. Not only that but the cold was making him tired. Shaking his head, Dean pulled back and moved up further into the bed, to lay down.

"C'mere Cas," he said as he patted the spot next to him. It would be better if they could get close to better get warmer. He was not thinking bad things about Cas. Nope, not at all.

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Of course, the angel did like Dean, in every way it was conceivable to like someone, Cas felt for Dean. He was just still trying to figure out humans. And to his best analysis, Dean seemed interested in female-bodies individuals, which the angel was distinctly not. He might not have much of a preference when it came to gender, but Jimmy was his vessel. He'd promised. But, he liked this, liked this a lot. It was like it suddenly clicked why he always stood so close, why no matter how many times they had 'The Talk' about personal space, Cas couldn't stay away. He wanted to be closer, wanted to touch.

He knew this was a rare occasion, not something that was made permissible by any stretch, but it was still... enjoyable. Even if he was still freezing, pressing into Dean made it better.

It took no encouragement at all for Cas to curl up next to Dean on the bed. His head again finding the curve of the hunter's neck, fidgeting a little because his overcoat really wasn't particularly well-suited to curling up on bed with someone. Cas felt like it should have been offering additional warmth, but it didn't feel like it did much. Being close to Dean, touching, seemed to flush his body with a strange jolt of warmth.

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Dean was more pleased than he thought he should be when Cas followed him up onto the bed at his urging and when the angel nestled in close Dean wrapped an arm around him to haul him closer. It felt nice, better than it should be and he shouldn't be taking pleasure in this because he knew Cas was miserable, being freezing cold for the first time ever, most likely. Yet he couldn't help but liking it even a small fraction.

"It'll be okay, Cas, we'll get warmed up." He tried to be reassuring, the way Cas would for him and now, this time, he could be the one to protect Cas against something they couldn't attack, not in a logical way at least, this wasn't something they could actually fight. But he could still protect the angel as best he could, even if he was only human. His hand smoothed up and down Cas' back to try to generate more warmth between them, more for Cas than for him.

Maybe they should... "Hey, get up for a minute, gonna pull down the covers so we can get in, that way we're not wasting our body heat." Dean said as he got up and began tugging the covers down, not bothering with taking his shoes off, then got underneath them, holding the edge up for Cas to crawl in with him and when he had he draped he covers over them, tucking them in and once again holding Cas against him.

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Cas murmured quietly when Dean curled an arm around him and pulled him closer. He was still freezing, but when they were close, when he could press his cheek to Dean's skin, it seemed to warm him up somehow, from the inside. Dean was honestly much better at being reassuring than Cas was, though the fallen angel did try for the human at times. It seemed like it was always Dean reassuring Castiel; like in the car after Raphael, Dean telling him how he'd believed his father to be alive when all signs had said he was dead. The scale might be different, but it still eased what he'd been feeling. He never knew what to say in those moments, and so he disappeared; a flutter of feathers and silence.

He got up with a faint grumble of protest, not wanting to give up what little warmth he'd found. But, he does it anyway, because he trusts Dean, and admittedly when they're curled up under the blanket, it is a little bit warmer. He wraps his arms around the hunter, one hand slipping under the hem of his shirt to touch skin. It's purely investigative, yes. He seems to feel warmer when he touches the hunter's skin, he nuzzles into Dean's throat, head tucked under the hunter's chin.

"Dean. Touching your flesh seems to provide me with the greatest amount of warmth. Why is this?"

His brow was invisibly crinkled, breath coming in hot puffs against the hunter's skin. He really didn't entirely get how this whole thing worked, and the hotel likely wasn't helping matters any.

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Dean swallowed when he felt Cas curl up closer, jerking slightly to the feel of his cool hand against his back, against skin and the warmth at his neck made him shiver -- but not from the cold, not this time and he willed his body not to respond, because they didn't need that right now, though he suspected that was the reason the hotel was doing this. He knew what it wanted and was hard pressed to give it. Even if it might make the cold go away -- though there was no promise that it would.

"What?" he asked, voice squeaking out just a little, then he cleared his throat a bit. "Uh, well I guess cause we're warm-blooded? I don't know, shared body heat is usually warmer. It's what people do when they're trapped in the cold like this, well unless they're in a frigging blizzard or something, then it's too much cold and it doesn't really help any. But this kind of cold, yeah it helps. Usually it's better without any clothes on, so there's nothing stopping the heat -- but yeah, that's -- that's probably why."

God, he was rambling someone shut him up.

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"Then we should disrobe. Dean, I'm still cold."

There was a whine to the angel's voice, a frown at the idea that there was a way to get warmer and that they weren't doing it yet. That hand on Dean's back moving, starting to try and shove Dean's shirt up up body. Something about body heat and clearly they needed to be naked now.

Castiel was still not too hip to things like modesty and propriety and they very long list of reasons why this might be a bad idea.

"I am... uncertain of the mechanics for removing my own garments."

He said like a secret, awkward and a little uncertain. He'd watched Dean disrobe before, but his own clothes had so many layers and so many buttons and it was all so confusing. Was it really necessary for clothes to be complex?

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Oh god what? "What?" And his voice did not squeak, he would deny it to his damn dying day, thank you very much. He knew it was logical though, he knew that. They weren't in a blizzard but it was still cold and they needed to get warm, both of them. He didn't like he idea of Cas suffering things he wasn't meant to suffer.

"Yeah, okay. Okay," he replied as he sat up under the covers to tug his own shirts off, dropping them off the side of the bed. His fingers shook as he unbuckled his belt and then popped the buttons on his jeans, tugging down the zipper so he could shove them off, along with his shoes and socks. He left his boxers on though.

He looked up at Cas' statement and sighed. Of course he didn't. "S'okay, Cas, I'll help." He said, shifting closer. "Sit up so we can take your coats off," Dean said, already tugging the trenchcoat off, then the navy blue blazer. Once Cas had done as he asked and sat up so they could be removed, he tugged at the tie to losen it, inadvertantly bringing the angel closer.

Christ, Dean, don't get so excited over this.

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Castiel found that he couldn't look away as Dean undressed. There was something about being so close, in bed together that made the way that Dean removed his clothes more... interesting than usual. His blue eyes intent, a tilt to his head as he watched, and his mouth felt dry, and his body felt warm, but it was different, and he felt all tingly and strange.

And Dean offered to help him out of his clothes. The angel sat up obediently, trying to move to make it easier. First it was his trenchcoat, and then the suit jacket, and then Dean's hands were at his tie, tugging it to loosen the knot, and pulling him in close. Dean had very attractive lips. He wondered what it was like, having them pressed against his own, like Dean did with the women he met in bars. Castiel was going to blame that thought on the fact that he was fallen, that his Grace was fading...

That was clearly why he had an erection.

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With the tie now off and tossed to the side, Dean's hands went to Cas' slacks and began to unbuckle the belt, pulling it open and popping the buttons. It was when he began tugging down the zipper that he realized the angel was hard. He swallowed thickly as he tugged it down and then dipped his fingers into the hem to pull them off. "Lift your hips," he said, voice thick and husky without meaning to be as he pulled hem off, then tugged off Cas' shoes and socks, tossing them all to the side.

He left the angels boxers on but even then he could see he obscene tent in them from how hard Cas was -- his vessel, he reminded himself, it wasn't actually Cas. ...Was it? "Okay, lay down," Dean instructed as he laid down as well, then pulled Cas up against him, twining their legs together and he had to bite back a moan as his groin rubbed against Cas' erection, feeling it hot and hard against him.

"Better?"