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In warm satin sheets Dean Winchester lies awake contemplatively staring at his ceiling, guilt washing over him in big, crashing, waves. Dean squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again, he feels no better at all, so with a groan he sits up in his bed.. his bed, his own comfortable bed. How fucking dare I, he thinks. How dare I claim I save people when I put my own best friend out on his ass because someone told me to, when he's weak, human, no less. Dean presses his palms into his sockets till he's seeing stars and really only stops cause he begins feeling woozy after a while.
Sucking in a breath, Dean snatches his phone from his bedside table and unlocks it, quickly swiping through contacts before landing on 'Cas (The angel)'. Dean is taking a moment to stare at the call button when his eyes start to drift and suddenly he realizes how tight he's gripping his phone, he feels a maniacal chuckle bubble out of his throat before he clears it and decides to hurriedly press the small phone symbol on his screen before he vomits from the culpability. A click "Hello, Dean.." Castiel's voice is a bit softer now, not as much like he constantly has a cold, must be the humanity, Dean supposes.
"Where are you?" Dean wants to rip out his tongue when he realizes how bitten his tone sounds.
"Um.. I-" Dean cuts him off, nervously, of course.
"I mean I'm.. I want to come get you, I'm sorry for kicking you out.. Where are you?" Dean hopes all of his collective few hours in high school aids in his desperate attempt to communicate effectively.
"..A Gas-n-Sip on 45th Rd" Then again, Castiel was no Shakespeare with his words either, so who gives a shit. But wait-
"A Gas-n-Sip? It's 2:43 in the morning, you working there or something?" Dean chuckles.
"In a sense"
"Right. I'm coming to get you, don't go anywhere, alright?" Dean's already shucking on his jacket and pulling on jeans too, his phone pressed gently between his shoulder and ear.
"Yes Dean, I'll be here" Dean hadn't meant to give Castiel an order, but it's handy that he knows how to listen unlike his currently possessed brat of a brother.
Dean prides himself on getting ready and out the door quickly, being late always left a bit of a bad taste in his mouth though he's rarely ever on a set schedule. He's pleasantly surprised when he gets in Baby and the time on his dash reads 2:52AM. He'd gotten Gas from where he's going once or twice before, knows the roads well enough so he lets himself speed up a bit, not cause he's concerned or anything, he just.. enjoys speeding, wouldn't be the only illegal thing Dean likes to do.
Dean pulls into the parking lot of the Gas-n-Sip and steps out into the damp, cold, night air, grimacing a bit when he does and the grimace only deepens when he notices the Gas-n-Sip is completely closed. Dean presses up against the window to peep in the store, lights are all off, place is empty, Dean then curiously steps over to the two large glass doors and gives them a tug, locked. "The hell.." Dean is gearing up to pull out his phone and reprimand Castiel because what about 'Don't go anywhere' didn't Castiel understand when a shadow moves out from behind the building in the corner of his eye.
"Dean?" Dean whips around to face Castiel "Cas?" Castiel's mouth stretches into a smile "Hi, Dean" Dean's quickly walking over to Castiel, not-so-absent-mindedly checking Cas over for injuries and general dismay while doing so "The hell man? were you hiding? Why didn't you stay in the store?" Castiel looks at him like one would look at an 8 year old asking for their own name to annoy a parent. "Dean... We have a closing time, I cannot just stay past work hours.." He tisks. "Well, why didn't you go to your motel or whatever then!" Dean has issues with being challenged, somehow always managing to respond like an agitated 10 year old, he knows this. "But I stay here, Dean. Motels are.. quite expensive for my current lifestyle..." Dean instantly feels his guilt grow a nasty 10 pound regret-shaped abscess, he unconsciously places a hand on Cas' upper arm and is genuinely startled when Castiel lets out a heavy shudder that shows all over his body.
He's freezing.
"You're fucking freezing Castiel" Dean watches Castiel nod slowly and lean ever so slightly into his touch "Yes I.. 'cold' is new for me, I believe I forgot how severe it was as homeostasis begun, I'm sorry Dean" Dean bites back his request of wanting Castiel to punch him in his jaw and shrugs his jacket off to throw it around Castiel's shoulders before watching Castiel look down at it and back up into Dean's own eyes. Dean takes the jacket off him and tells Castiel to put his arms through the sleeves, taking the liberty of zipping the jacket up while he's at it "C'mon, Cas" He mumbles. Castiel slips himself in the passenger seat quietly looking down at his lap, he looked a bit like he was in trouble.
Dean desperately wanted to tell him that he wasn't but that would be.. strange, comforting a grown man by telling him he's not in trouble, so he simplifies his feelings. "I'm not mad at you Castiel, I'm mad at myself" He sees Castiel turn his head in his peripheral "Why?" Dean sighs "Because you needed me and I put you on cold concrete behind a Gas-n-Sip" Castiel shakes his head "You didn't put me there Dean.." "No I-" "And I don't think you should be angry at yourself, I'm not angry with you, You wouldn't have sent me away without a reason, a good reason, I forgive you, Dean" Castiel finishes. Dean has Baby slowing to a stop and dares to catch a peek at Castiel's face. Castiel is focused on something else now though, he follows Castiel's eye-line to where another one of his stress grips has stuck up on him, around the steering wheel this time. Dean turns back to the road, unsticks his sweaty hands from the leather and slowly leans his foot back on the gas pedal.
Opening the door to the bunker, Dean pushes it agape to let Castiel in before him "I can get you-" Dean barely has time to react to Castiel's swaying before he's dropping like a sack of potatoes and Dean has to throw his arms out like an idiot to catch him. He's shivering, Dean thinks.
"Castiel?" Castiel grips Dean's shirt and fails to stand himself up "Okay Cas.." Dean is shifting his weight to better hold Castiel "I.. think the temperature change when I went through the door made me.. dizzy, I'm sorry, you may let me go now" Dean squints to look at Castiel "No, If let you go you're going to fall. I can still feel the bulk of your weight in my arms, Cas" Dean feels Castiel start to pull away weakly, Jesus fucking christ. Dean tightens his grip while pulling Castiel closer to his chest, making him lean against him and grunts "Stop! You don't have to deny you need help. Look.. I know this human shit is new to you but I need you to let me help, are you going to let me help, Castiel?" Castiel's eyes are racing back and forth between seemingly nothing on the floor. Dean sighs and pulls him up by the bicep and makes Castiel meet his eyes.
"Castiel.."
"Yes, Dean?" Shaking still.
"Are you going to let me help you?"
"Yes, Dean"
"Can you walk?"
"Yes, Dean"
"Cas.."
"Sorry, I can stand up, yes" Castiel stands up and slowly parts from Dean, using his shaky hands to push off Dean's chest gently. Dean busies himself holding out his arms on either sides of him, readying himself to catch a falling Castiel again. Dean seems to have thought right because Castiel begins his swaying again, Dean snatches his hand and starts leading him in long strides "My rooms closer.." he mutters.
Dean uses his free hand to turn the knob on the door and swing it open, he practically drags Castiel into the room with the other one. Castiel stumbles to the edge of Dean's bed and plops himself down. "Clothes off, I think you're hypothermic.. I was saying, before you went all damsel in distress on me, that I have a warmer set of clothes for you, might be a bit big but.." Dean's words die in his throat when he sees Castiel, still struggling with his button up, the whole time he's been talking, he takes another deep sigh, I did say I'd help didn't I.. "Alright Cas, I got it" Dean drops to his knees to start unbuttoning Castiel's shirt, surprisingly unembarrassed at the gesture, it feeling like taking care of wounded kitten more than anything, well, maybe.. a bird, perhaps. I wonder if Castiel misses his wings, Dean considers briefly before he's ripped out of his head by a hitch. Dean's eyes dart up to Castiel's and Castiel looks scared almost, words are tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop them "Did I make you uncomfortable? Are you okay? I should've-"
"you're touching me.." Dean rips his hands away from the last few buttons that rested above Castiel's belly button on his shirt, his mouth already twitching to find the words for an apology "No, I mean.. I feel it, I can feel your hands, there's warmth radiating off of them and I.. feel that" Dean, still on his knees, is frozen and currently looking for an explanation in Castiel's eyes, he catches a glimpse of.. fuckin' something, he couldn't get a long enough look to tell. He didn't have to, he supposed, because Castiel was opening his mouth to speak again "Is this what humans feel when they touch? all the time?" Castiel looks Dean in his eyes this time. He's fucking crying?
What the fuck?
"Castiel, what's going on?" Dean sets comforting hands on Castiel's knees and abruptly becomes very aware of his own body when Castiel's knees part for him.
What the fuck?!
Dean smoothes his thumbs over Castiel's clothed knees, cause he can, cause he's a pervert, cause he likes the way Castiel looks like this, cause he wants to molest his probably very confused best friend at the moment. "Dean, I think I'm aroused, I'm sorry" Dean finally takes the time to avert his gaze from Castiel's face and, of course, it falls to Castiel's spread legs where in between them sits a very wet spot on the crotch of his khakis. "Yeah.." I can fuckin see that, he doesn't say. Castiel lifts his hands slowly and runs his thumbs over the dorsal side of Dean's. Dean immediately shoots up to grab Castiel's hands and stands up when he does, probably feeling as dizzy as Castiel was a minute ago. "oo-hokay.. I have really, really screwed the pooch on this one, Cas and I can--will--go sleep on the couch for the night, I'm sorry, goodnight" Dean finishes and the last part comes out as more of a jumble of words with 'goodnight' at the end but it doesn't really matter cause he's already turned around and walking away from Castiel when he hears a small
"Will you touch me more if i consent?"
Dean sucks in a breath and clenches his fists "No..?" I'm not even fucking sure.
"Why?" Castiel sounds like he's about to cry.. again, When he speaks, as if Dean had told him something akin to 'Go die'.
Dean spins around on his heels and his eyes meet a half-naked-Castiel who's currently clinging to the door frame like he's just learned to walk and Dean only knows he’s moving because Castiel is magically getting closer. Dean wants to grab Castiel by the shoulders but he thinks better of it before he causes Castiel to have a goddamn conniption fit or something "Cas, I need you to listen to me. If you're asking for what I think you're asking for we need to talk about things, serious things that-"
"Am I allowed to ask you for sex, Dean? It feels as though it's taboo for me to want this with you. it's.. alright, I want you to touch me, Dean. You are right, I am.. new at being human and I will let you fix it and I will let you help, but I am experiencing my feelings for you in a human way, in a way I couldn't as an angel.. I want to know more, feel more. Will you have sex with me please? I consent" Dean's gawking by the end of it, what exactly are you supposed to do when the cutest, naked-est, love of your bleak monster-filled life.. est, angel was essentially falling into your chest while begging you for sex. Dean finds that he can't think, only ogle, hard.
"Dean?" Castiel will probably never know or truly understand how whiny his voice was when he spoke Dean's name and how quickly it shot down to Dean's dick.
Dean's lips are crushed against Castiel's before he can think of something normal to say.
Well, Screw normal. I want Cas like this for the rest of my life, big blue eyes so lidded it looks like they're closed, lips puffy, wet, and red, knees buckling something awful but it's okay, of course it's okay 'cause I've got him. I have him.
"I got you, Cas" Dean feels arms wrap around his neck and start to pull, Castiel wants him closer. Dean realizes how not kissing anyone your whole life somewhat hinders your ability to kiss but that's okay too, because Dean can teach him, he swears he will. Dean tries to guide Castiel’s lips with his own, slowing down to lick his tongue into Castiel’s mouth. Castiel, learning to let Dean in, is busy making noises that Dean would’ve lost large amounts of money betting they’d never come out of his mouth and it is so goddamn good, Dean wants to feel those sounds bounce around in his mouth forever.
Dean pulls back, a string of spit connecting him still to his precious angel, Castiel’s mouth is gaping, deep panting breath’s pushing their way past his kiss-bitten lips. Dean lets his hands fall from Castiel’s cheeks to his hips and kneads the bit of fat there, he gets a high-pitched gasped in return “Look at me, Cas” Castiel lifts his gaze from Dean’s lips to his eyes.
He looks fucking debauched, I’ve barely laid a hand on him and he’s moaning like a girl. God.. If you’re listening, stop now.
“How do you feel?” Dean has one of his hands petting the lower of Castiel’s back now.
“I.. feel warm, dizzy, not like before but.. I feel tight, like wearing ill-fitting clothing, but loose enough to-“ Castiel cuts himself off to find the words “I mean.. I feel wet, lower?..” Castiel trying to explain that he’s so desperate for it that he’s leaking is making the electrical synapses in Dean’s brain fire in ways he’s a bit scared of, he’s never going to be the same after this. Sex is going to be ruined for him forever after this. And he’s so, so ready.
Dean rushes Castiel again, waddling forward with Castiel in his arms to get him to the bed. Castiel meets the edge and falls back against the soft sheets, he watches Dean slip off his shirt and chuck it into the corner of the room before putting his knee into the mattress and hovering over Castiel, crowding him, Castiel feels like his whole world is Dean, and he loves it. Dean starts on Castiel’s jaw, kissing and sucking and even leaving a couple bites while he’s there. He takes his mouthing lower though, pressing his tongue flat and taking time to lick up Castiel’s Adam's apple which has him arching up off the bed. Dean continues his sucking all the way down to Castiel’s chest, his mouth gently closing around the perky brown bud there “Dean!” Dean hisses at the nails pressing into his bicep but the sound is quickly followed by a little chuckle as he pulls off Castiel’s nipple with a pop.
Leaning up to plant a peck on Dean’s lips, Castiel smiles at him before flipping over and pushing out his ass in a way that Dean finds simultaneously cute and trampy, he honest-to-god, giggles.
“Whatcha doin’ angel?” Castiel turns and Dean’s tilting his head, like a dog. Castiel feels his stomach do something strange before he remembers he’s been asked a question—huh.. he forgets things now, humanity.
“I am.. presenting for you, that’s what I remember about human int.. sex” He finishes, speaking casually is hard but it’s coming easier than it has before. Castiel feels desperate, nervous, but desperate.
“How long has it been since you’ve been a voyeur? Don’t wanna fuck like animals. Flip, Cas, I wanna see your face” Dean teases, grabs Castiel’s right ass cheek, gives it a squeeze and revels in the give it has, squishy. Castiel flips over and holds his hand out, an offering. Dean takes it, kissing up Castiel’s hand. “There’s a drawer by your head, I need you to open it up and get the lube for me” That last part comes out a bit strained likely due to the weight Dean has on his knees to help tug down Castiel’s underwear “You have hips like a girl” Castiel turns back to give him a look “It’s okay.. I like women with fuller figures” Dean smiles against Castiel’s throat, pressing a kiss there and Castiel shakes his head “I do not get your humor, Dean” Dean bites and Castiel gives up his faux attitude in favor of letting himself feel the strange spike of ‘good’ pain.
Dean takes the opportunity to grab the lube from Castiel’s clenched hand and pops it open “This might hurt Cas, so I’m gonna tell you what I’m doing before I do it.. Okay?” Castiel nods slowly and spreads his legs a little wider so Dean can rest between them. Dean feels his dick give a pathetic twitch at that but he forces himself to focus, this.. is for Cas.
Castiel watches Dean squeeze lube all over his middle and ring finger, it’s erotic of course, but Castiel doesn’t really know why, another reference he doesn’t get but he figures his body knows, as his cheeks burn and he feels weak and needy, and he makes noises that he’s only heard from animals and women on the motel TV channels. If this was being recorded, he’d be one of those women, he ponders. Immediately after the thought, he feels a tight squeeze on his thigh which cause his eyes to shoot down to Dean.
“Stay out of your head when I’m talking to you Cas, I’m going to put a finger in, d’you hear?”
“Yes” Castiel spits out, not wanting to keep Dean waiting. “Yes, Dean” He replies again once he's remembered why he’s here, what he really wants.
Dean presses his digit, middle, against Castiel’s hole “Gotta relax for me, angel” Castiel hadn’t even known he wasn’t relaxed. Dean gives a chaste kiss to Castiel’s knee and presses in this time. Castiel feels colors dancing behind his eyes, what he doesn’t feel is his hand shoot down to grip Dean’s wrist and he certainly doesn’t hear the gasp that leaves his own mouth either. Dean hears and feels it all, it's why he stills his hand and takes a moment to look up at Castiel, he furrows his eyebrows and curses under his breath. Castiel snatches his hand away.
"Please don't stop"
"I'm sorry, Cas" They blurt in unison.
Dean bits his lip “I need you to know that if you wanna stop all you have to do is say ‘Stop’ okay? Whenever, doesn’t matter what we’re doing, alright?”
Castiel blinks and shakes his head “Yes, I understand, but I wasn’t in pain, Dean. I was surprised, but pleased, it felt so good. Please don’t stop”
“Heard you the first time, angel” Dean brings Castiel’s left leg over his shoulder and curls his finger up to rub at Castiel’s walls which has him calling out Dean’s name like a prayer, ha. “That’s it, beautiful..” Dean guides and prods deeper, pumping his finger in and out gently. Castiel's whining through it all, letting his hands twist up in the sheets like he’s trying to tie himself down to earth. But Dean is in no way fucking having it “I’m adding a second now” And he does, with care of course, but he doesn’t wait for Castiel’s thoughts on it. And boy is Castiel caught off guard.
“DEAN!” He cries and he’s spraying milky white all over his own chest.
Dean licks his lips and sits back on his heels, admiring his work “You still with me, sweetheart?” Castiel gives a weak nod and holds out his arms and Dean doesn't skip a beat in cooing at him and leaning down to peck around his lips before sealing them together in a kiss. Castiel whimpers softly into Dean’s mouth and Dean pulls back up, just to stare, cause he gets to.
“I.. really wanna be inside you right now, Cas. My dicks’ been hard since I caught you falling”
“That’s perverted, Dean. I was ill” Castiel smiles, toothy, real cute.
“Yeah.. You have no idea” Dean chuckles and hops up off of the bed to look around for his pants, he finds them and pulls a condom out of the back pocket.
“Do you think we need that?” Castiel calls from the bed, he has his left leg bent and propped up, though the laxness of it lets Dean get a full frontal view of the mess in-between Castiel’s legs. Chest covered in cum, dick, red, leaking, and hard so soon after his orgasm, his hole a wet mess, and loose enough to fuck thanks to his own handy-work, but impossibly tight and fluttering in longing too.
Dean shrugs, tries to hide the child-like excitement in his tone when he throws the condom behind him and says “Guess not!” He succeeds barely, doesn’t let the giddiness show too much, but he supposes it’s useless to hide it now. Dean slips out of his boxers and just lets his dick embarrass him by standing at full attention, darkened a mean purple almost at the prospect of getting to fuck Castiel raw and being able to be the first to do it, he wills himself not to spurt all over the floor. Been a while.
Castiel watches Dean pick up the lube once again, taking a breath and pouring it all over his fingers, this time though, he’s wrapping them tightly around his own base. Castiel watches carefully, intrigued more than anything, in the way Dean grunts when he runs his palm over the tip, the way his eyebrows pinch and his lips part when his thumb presses too hard on his frenulum, the way Dean is just barely rutting against his own hand, chasing it, as he strokes himself.
“Lover?” Castiel calls when he’s certain that Dean is just masturbating now.
Dean’s head shoots up and he looks like he’s been caught before furrowing his eyebrows in a twitch and then lifting one of them “Lover?” He’s climbing onto the bed again, predatory, Castiel thinks. “You tryin' out new pet names, angel?” Dean’s hovering over him now, he’s never felt both fear and arousal at the same time before but he’s sure this must be it. "Is it strange? Do you dislike it?" Dean snorts and leans down to capture Castiel's lips in a kiss, using the time he's got Castiel distracted to push his legs up by his head and rest the purlicue of his hand on the backs of Castiel's knees. Dean bites Castiel's pouty bottom lip and pulls off "Not at all, lover" Castiel is sure he's feeling red-hot embarrassment right now, probably showing it on his cheeks too.
Dean sits back on his haunches once again and stares, his eyes then flicker up to Castiel's "I'm gonna put it in now, Cas. If it hurts you gotta speak up, alright?" Castiel nods and wiggles his ass down a bit, maybe unconsciously, maybe not, he isn't sure. "Use your words, Castiel.." Castiel whimpers, loud, before he can speak "Mh.. Yes, I will, I promise" How desperate.
Dean pushes Castiel's legs back some more to kiss his forehead, lining himself up carefully, he speaks "Deep breath" Castiel obliges, but before he's even able to hold the breath he's caught, he's feeling Dean, all of Dean. So. Much. Of. Dean. Castiel doesn't know what sounds he's making, too caught up in the feeling of Dean's cock-head nudging it's way past Castiel's puckering rim, but he can imagine it's loud, wanton, maybe whore-like.
"Taking it so fucking good, Cas. You're doing so good, hold on for me" Dean has his face screwed up in an expression Castiel can't place, like he's focusing almost. He's going slow, pushing in so gently Castiel wonders if Dean is moving at all, but of course he is. There isn't any way Dean couldn't be moving, Castiel feels it, feels it overtaking him, feels it filling him to the brim, feels nothing but it, Dean. Then, Castiel is gasping when Dean thrusts up hard the rest of the way, his hips meeting his ass as he bottoms out. Dean lets himself close his eyes and take a breath because.. Fuck, Cas is fucking tight. "Mh.. checking in, baby, how are you feeling?" Dean pries his eyes open to see Castiel an absolute mess beneath him, lips parting with soft pants rushing out of them, legs spread with his knees up by his ears, eyes already pricking with tears and Oh.. Dean takes a minute and admires where he and Castiel connect, so wet and sucking him in like he needs it and God, does Dean wanna give it to him, all the way.
"Dean.. Dean I'm- I need-" Dean shushes him, bending to kiss the tip of Castiel's nose "I know, I know. In a second, baby, give yourself a moment" Dean really does mean to say that he needs a moment but Castiel's the virgin here so it's more-so for him anyway, is what Dean tells himself. "I don't need a moment, Dean, I want you to move" Castiel asserts. There's no doubt it's a demand, Dean can tell, so he pulls his shit together and thrusts up once, twice, just to see Castiel furrow his brows and make an 'O' with his plump lips, just to hear him whine.
"Dean.. Oh please, Dean!" He's thrusting in full earnest now, staring Castiel down and watching his every reaction, drinking them all in because he is so fucking thirsty. Dean knows he's probably huffing and panting like an animal, He can't care at the moment, and if Castiel does he isn't mentioning it, as if Castiel could mention anything for that matter though, pleasure-filled sobs streaming out of him like the most beautiful song Dean's ever heard while he pounds into him as if he's got a vendetta against the poor man. Dean squints his eyes down at Castiel, grinds down roughly, and Castiel is screaming, it's high in his throat and he's gone again, crying and squirting hot cum all over him and Dean's belly while Dean opts to give Castiel's orgasm his full attention.
"Oh.. You're fuckin' precious, was that your sweet spot, angel?" Dean teases, breathless himself. He doesn't still, doesn't pause to nose and nip at Castiel's throat while continuing to nail his prostate either. Castiel's throwing his arms around Dean's neck to pull him closer, nails digging crescents into his shoulders, toes curling as he takes, takes, takes it. "Fuucking shit, Cas.." Dean huffs and starts up his brutal pace again. Castiel is weeping now, his knees trying to clasp themselves together because it’s too much, it’s all too much but Dean is making him take it, and Dean is nothing less than sure he can.
“M’ so fuckin’ close, angel, stay with me baby, stay right here with me” Dean’s begging. He shouldn’t be begging, but Castiel is overstimulated, sobbing while sputtering out plea’s and quickly approaching his limit. Dean can’t see Castiel’s irises, stuck somewhere in the back of his head, Dean guesses. “You’re so beautiful, Cas, so goddamn beautiful..” He kisses Castiel, deep and genuine to bring him back and Castiel is whining at that with his eyes rolling back into view, pupils blown wide like a coke-whore, Dean is sorry for thinking that, and Dean is very sorry that the thought makes him cum.
“God.. Oh fuck.. CAS!” Dean groans and pushes himself in to the hilt and cums, and cums, and cums inside Castiel and Dean is thankful he doesn’t have a uterus because that surely would’ve done the job. Panting heavy on Castiel’s neck, Dean grinds pitifully into the growing mess inside of Castiel’s hole, pushing out his cum in the most obscene way, a vision that’d have Dean hard and ready to go again if he caught it, instead, his arms give out and he’s collapsing on top of Castiel.
'oomf' Castiel puffs at the drop of the weight on him and threads his fingers through Dean’s hair. An act that magically gives Dean the mojo to scoop his arms under Castiel’s back and flip them so that Castiel is nicely situated on Dean’s lap, while he's still inside. Castiel presses his hands down on Dean’s chest to sit himself up. After watching Dean’s resting face for a moment, Castiel elects to grind gently on Dean’s dick when he promptly feels two warm hands come up to cast a tight grip over his hips.
“Watch yourself, darlin’” Dean quirks on eye open to smile at him. Castiel throws a smile back and returns his head to Dean’s chest, lets his breathing return to normal.
“Gonna let me clean us up?” Dean says after a while.
“Yes, tomorrow morning, I believe..” Castiel offers.
“Not tonight?” Dean looks down to brush his hand over Castiel’s mussed bangs.
“Not tonight” Castiel replies and is quickly over-taken by a yawn.
Dean can’t help but grin stupidly, he likes this. Well.. personally, he thinks sleeping in dried, sticky cum is disgusting but he’d rather die than move Castiel right now.
Dean glances down again and sees that Castiel has already conked out. First times.
“I love you, Cas” Dean says confidently to the ceiling, hoping Castiel will just pick up the love signals in his sleep while he begins to drift off himself. A faint and muffled
“..you too, Dean” enters Dean’s slowing stream of thoughts, he doesn’t know if he’s dreaming yet or not.
Something else to do tomorrow, he reckons and gives in to the lull of sleep.