Fic: Expressing Gratitude (Dean/Castiel) (nc-17)
Title: Expressing Gratitude
Author: heart_wrapper
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 6x03
Warnings: Graphic m/m sex
Word Count: 2,658
Prompt: temporalranger 's prompt 'Dean thanks Cas for destroying Sam's car with Impala!sex.' from this meme.
Summary: Dean has his own ways to say 'Thank you' to Castiel.
Author's notes: Amazing prompt that I used as an excuse to write some porn. Completely unbeta-d. I don't own Supernatural, otherwise the whole show would consist of this.
Dean woke up startled and took a quick glance at the clock. 2:39.
‘Great.’ He mumbled, looking at the other bed in the small, yet comfy motel room. Empty. Sam was gone again. Sure, the elder Winchester was aware that his brother took quite a lot midnight strolls, but, as he thought of it, he hadn’t actually seen him sleep ever since he’d come back from the Pit. Which was something to be concerned about and Dean thought that, sooner or later, he’d have to have a pretty detailed conversation with Sam. Something clenched inside of him, as his mind wandered to the early years, when they’d just hunt ghosts and wendigos, they wouldn’t deal with Heaven or Hell’s crap and everything was simply easier. He shook his head, as he got out of bed, snatching his car keys from the nightstand. A late-night drive would probably help clearing his head and bring him the relaxation it used to.
As the scent of leather and car oil hit his nostrils and the Impala purred into life, Dean gradually felt his concerns wavering off. He forced the engine, the car sounded like a lion, going out for his night hunt. The heaviness that had been stuck in his belly started to get lighter, as he sped up and soon the small town’s lights were in his rear view mirror.
As he drove, road, forest and sky passing him by like a speed train, another thought occupied his mind. Sure, today had been an eventful day, the whole biblical plague-like situation, the news that some of Heaven’s most mighty weapons had been stolen from their vault. That didn’t actually worry Dean. No, what made his heart sink more than ever was Castiel’s sudden appearance. After an year of absolute no-show, the angel had now materialized in front of them as if nothing had happened, he barely even looked at Dean and most of the time the hunter felt like punching him in the face. What the hell? Sure, he came right after Dean had called him, but if it wasn’t for the stolen artifacts of Heaven, the elder Winchester wondered if Castiel would even bother answering their prayers, now that he had a shiny new pair of wings and everything. Dean found himself mentally being angry at the angel, which made him push on the gas pedal even more. And the car crash wasn’t exactly his best plan for the evening, so Dean pulled over, helped himself to a nice cold beer from the trunk and sat on the hood of the Impala, gazing at the clear summer sky above him. Memories flushed over his mind, uninvited, yet still painful. He tried to push them away, angrily gulping at his bottle. Once, he and Sam had sat here, just gazing away, after they’d wrapped up a hard hunt in Massachusetts. Another time, his brother and Bobby had noticed some problems in the car and, not wanting to let Dean know about them, had tried to fix them themselves. Finally, of course, Dean had taken care of his baby, because, one, he’d always know when something was wrong with her and two, he knew her and how she worked better than anyone.
There was this one time, too, when Dean and Cas had pulled over, the angel drinking his first beer, Dean laughing at his bemused expression, and then the first kiss they’d ever shared.
Dean shook his head, not wanting to think about that right now, because it would just deepen the anger he held to Castiel right now. Suddenly, he heard a gravely voice coming from behind him.
‘Hello, Dean.’
The hunter jumped around, but just as he suspected, he was met with a pair of confused blue eyes.
‘Geez, Cas, I told you this freaks the shit out of me.’
‘My apologies. I did not mean to startle you.’
Dean rubbed a hand over his face.
‘I know you didn’t. I just didn’t really expect you to come.’ He swallowed down the ending of the sentence. But I hoped you would.
The corners of the angel’s lips curved upwards, which, as Dean has already understood, was the closest thing he had to a smile. He joined the hunter on the Impala’s hood and Dean eyed him suspiciously.
‘Wait, isn’t there a big-ass fight in Heaven that you should be attending now?’
‘The fight is over.’ Castiel said, not taking his eyes from the road ahead. ‘So I sensed your worry and decided to come. It is a way for me to relax.’
As he looked at the angel, Dean wanted to channel his anger at him, to land a punch in his chin, then another, then abuse those soft lips with his own, then strip him off the trench coat and the suit and fuck him senseless. He shook his head and took another swig of his beer. Castiel eyed him and as their gazes clashed together, he was wondering if he was thinking too loud.
Sure, last year, with the whole Apocalypse crap going on, he barely had time to concentrate with what was happening between them. A few stolen kisses in the heat of the moment and even sometimes, when Sam would go to the library or to get dinner, mutual blowjobs in the darkness of the motel rooms. But nothing more. And then, when it was all over and Dean was in pieces, more needy than ever, Castiel was gone. He tried, he sure tried to cover it all up for Lisa, but the angel was a frequent visitor in his dreams.
Dean decided he didn’t really want to go through this with Cas right now. It has been a tiring day, for both of them.
‘Don’t you guys ever sleep or anything?’ the hunter asked.
‘We do not have the need to sleep. Our rests consists of hibernation and meditation.’ Castiel replied, not lowering his gaze for a second. Dean felt as if he were being x-rayed.
He definitely hadn’t felt when he’d shifted closer to the angel. There was warmth, literal warmth radiating from Castiel. Dean didn’t know if he was the only one who could feel it, but it definitely suggested the thought of an otherworldly being sitting next to him. Cas’ gaze shifted back to the starry sky.
‘The Impala is a quite outstanding car.’ He said finally, as if he was looking for something to talk about, just so he could stick around.
‘Yeah.’ Dean patted the hood proudly. ‘She’s my baby. And it can kick any other car’s ass, I tell you that.’
‘I doubt that the car has feet with which it can kick anything.’ Cas said, with his adorable confused head-tilt. Dean laughed.
‘It’s an expression, Cas. For example, today I raced the fuck out of Sam and his stupid Charger.’ The hunter gleamed like a five-year old, explaining how his drawing was better than some other kid’s. ‘Smooth move by trashing it, by the way. I was getting sick of that machine.’ Now, Dean noticed, Cas had shifted in his direction too, their bodies almost touching, eyes glued to his once again. The hunter’s trail of thought vanished for a second, just as he thought how beautiful the angel looked in the pale moonlight.
‘I did not do it intentionally, Dean.’ For a moment, the elder Winchester wondered if he was referring to the shifting in their positions. Then he remembered what he had said earlier about the Charger.
‘Well, you did an outstanding job at doing something you didn’t plan.’ Dean managed to croak out, his throat dry, as their faces were now less than an inch apart. This is crazy, he thought, after all this time, he can’t possibly want something to happen. But the way Castiel was staring at him, that intense, hungry stare that was always reserved especially for his hunter. Dean could feel the silence dropping like a wet cloth, sexual tension between them that you could cut with a knife. Then, with a final, oh, fuck it, in his mind, his lips clashed with Castiel’s chapped, yet soft and sinful mouth. God, it felt good. It was like something forgotten, like a song he had heard, but not yet sung, the fresh smell of Cas’ skin, the feel of the angel breathing on his mouth and making sweet little sounds, he missed that like hell. He didn’t care what was wrong or what was right. He wanted Cas the way he was, and as the angel’s mouth opened against his own and their tongues hastily explored each other’s mouth, the hunter would bet his life that Cas wanted him too. Dean leaned his body over Castiel’s smaller frame and the head radiating from it went straight to his already half-hard cock.
‘Backseat.’ He managed to moan in between heated kisses. ‘Now.’
Not releasing Dean’s mouth from his own, Castiel laid a hand on him and they were suddenly on the backseat of the Impala, the change in temperature tangible, as the angel’s fingers, clumsy as ever, tugged at Dean’s t-shirt. The hunter smirked, remembering how hungry and needy Cas always got while they were having sex and the thought of it turned him on more than everything in the world. Their mouths broke contact as Dean gasped for breath and quickly resolved to unbuttoning Castiel’s shirt, but the angel just laughed softly and his trench coat, shirt and tie disappeared to leave him shirtless against the car’s leather seat. The hunter nibbled at Castiel’s neck, leaving some a mark or two and relishing the sweet little noises his angel made. His angel.
‘You know, Cas,’ he managed to get out in between kisses to Castiel’s neck. ‘I think you really deserve gratitude for getting rid of that eyesore Sam called his car.’
Cas opened his mouth to protest, but Dean cut him off by covering his lips with his own again, tongue invading his mouth and the hunter’s hands running down the angel’s gorgeous body, trying to make his intentions crystal clear. Apparently, Castiel understood, as his own palms dove underneath Dean’s t-shirt and, just moments later, they were both shirtless, the touch of Castiel’s warm skin, the feel of something warm, shining and powerful underneath that skin just made his dick ache even harder against his jeans. Castiel didn’t stop just at the t-shirt, though. His slender fingers played with the button of Dean’s jeans teasingly, before undoing it. It wasn’t long before the fly was down too and the hunter kicked his pants away, before noticing that, thanks to Cas’ extremely helpful angel mojo, his angel was now completely naked in front of him, his own impressive erection poking slightly against Dean’s abdomen. The hunter took a moment to take in the beautiful shape of the man who was in front of him, to relish the sight of how perfectly he fitted in the Impala’s back seat, how his skin looked like it has been carved from marble. As the moon’s beams fell on his features, the hunter knew that this image would be haunting his dreams for quite a while. After a while though, Cas moaned his name and palmed his dick through Dean’s boxers and he thought that he might just come right here and now. He kicked his underwear away and as their dicks rubbed together, Dean placed another long and needy kiss on Castiel’s mouth.
‘Dean, please -‘
He looked at the angel’s eyes, darkened with lust and desire and pure adoration. That look made him lose all sense of control and the only thing left in his head was the hope that Cas wouldn’t regret this in the morning. He shifted down on Castiel’s body, teased at his nipples a little, placed gentle kisses on his abdomen and licked his dick playfully. Somewhere in between the angel’s moans, Dean caught his name, as he took him in, as deep as he could. Placing his hands on Castiel’s hips to keep him in place, he picked up a pace, taking Cas in as deep as he could, completely ignoring his gag reflex, focused only on the sweet and sinful sounds erupting from his angel’s mouth. Dean let go of Castiel’s hips and the angel thrust deep into his mouth, his moans and whimpers becoming more intense. Then, Dean suddenly stopped, his mouth separating from Cas’ dick and returning to his lips. He could feel the angel shivering to the sudden coldness or probably from the arousal.
‘Dean.’ He moaned into the hunter’s mouth. ‘Take me, Dean - need you … please, Dean, touch me.’
Hearing the angel pleading only sent throbs through Dean’s own erection. He gently slid a finger between Castiel’s butt, the angel spreading his legs as wide as he could in the limited space of the backseat. Dean mentally cursed himself for not having even one condom or a bottle of lube, but Cas, as if having heard his thoughts, said.
‘No need.’
‘It will hurt.’
‘You can not hurt me.’
The hunter placed gentle kisses on his mouth and then moved on the angel’s inner thighs and licked at Castiel’s pink hole. The tightness and dryness of it sent shivers throughout his body and Cas made one very un-angelic noise and that noise got even louder, when Dean picked up the pace, fucking Castiel open with his mouth. Then, he slid one finger in and Cas gasped at the intrusion, muscles tightening but then relaxing again and allowing Dean to gently massage him. When Dean added a second finger though, Castiel’s whole body started shivering.
‘Dean, please -‘ he moaned, as the hunter’s fingers thrust harder into him.
With a crooked smile on his face, Dean pulled out his fingers and placed himself between Castiel’s legs. He teased at his hole for a while, before sinking into him, feeling Cas’ muscles clench around him and that sent sparks of pleasure to every single nerve ending in his body. He decided to show it all then, how much he missed Cas this whole entire year, how he had dreamt of him and woken up sweaty and, often, screaming. Now, here, while the smell of leather and cold and Cas surrounded him, he said that he’d teach his angel not to leave him again. His thrusts became faster, harder, as he slammed into Castiel, sharp and strangled moans coming from the other man’s mouth, fingers digging into Dean’s back, as his whole body rose, only to have their lips meet again. The hunter took it all in, savored the moment, the taste and feel of it, Cas, tight and dry around his dick, his lips on his own and blue eyes staring into him with a mix of lust, desire and even love. Dean slid his hand to Castiel’s own dick and started jerking him off, setting up a rhythm. One bite on his neck, one harder thrust and Cas was coming hard all over his hand, panting heavily. Suddenly, his muscles tightened, which immediately sent Dean over the edge as well. He felt his cum fill Cas’ ass, as he pulled out and the angel collapsed into him, them both still coming down from their orgasmic high. Dean pushed Cas on the seat and managed somehow to fit next to him, throwing his jacket over them, even though he couldn’t say he was cold from all that heat radiating from both their bodies. The car now smelt of leather, oil and sex. Great, Dean thought, I have to clean up until tomorrow if I don’t want Sam bitching at me.
Right now, though, he couldn’t give a damn about tomorrows, as Castiel’s legs tangled with his, the angel’s breath hot against his neck.
‘If this is how you thank me for breaking your brother’s possessions,’ he heard his angel say, ‘then shall I proceed with crushing his iPod Jack some other time?’
Author: heart_wrapper
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 6x03
Warnings: Graphic m/m sex
Word Count: 2,658
Prompt: temporalranger 's prompt 'Dean thanks Cas for destroying Sam's car with Impala!sex.' from this meme.
Summary: Dean has his own ways to say 'Thank you' to Castiel.
Author's notes: Amazing prompt that I used as an excuse to write some porn. Completely unbeta-d. I don't own Supernatural, otherwise the whole show would consist of this.
Dean woke up startled and took a quick glance at the clock. 2:39.
‘Great.’ He mumbled, looking at the other bed in the small, yet comfy motel room. Empty. Sam was gone again. Sure, the elder Winchester was aware that his brother took quite a lot midnight strolls, but, as he thought of it, he hadn’t actually seen him sleep ever since he’d come back from the Pit. Which was something to be concerned about and Dean thought that, sooner or later, he’d have to have a pretty detailed conversation with Sam. Something clenched inside of him, as his mind wandered to the early years, when they’d just hunt ghosts and wendigos, they wouldn’t deal with Heaven or Hell’s crap and everything was simply easier. He shook his head, as he got out of bed, snatching his car keys from the nightstand. A late-night drive would probably help clearing his head and bring him the relaxation it used to.
As the scent of leather and car oil hit his nostrils and the Impala purred into life, Dean gradually felt his concerns wavering off. He forced the engine, the car sounded like a lion, going out for his night hunt. The heaviness that had been stuck in his belly started to get lighter, as he sped up and soon the small town’s lights were in his rear view mirror.
As he drove, road, forest and sky passing him by like a speed train, another thought occupied his mind. Sure, today had been an eventful day, the whole biblical plague-like situation, the news that some of Heaven’s most mighty weapons had been stolen from their vault. That didn’t actually worry Dean. No, what made his heart sink more than ever was Castiel’s sudden appearance. After an year of absolute no-show, the angel had now materialized in front of them as if nothing had happened, he barely even looked at Dean and most of the time the hunter felt like punching him in the face. What the hell? Sure, he came right after Dean had called him, but if it wasn’t for the stolen artifacts of Heaven, the elder Winchester wondered if Castiel would even bother answering their prayers, now that he had a shiny new pair of wings and everything. Dean found himself mentally being angry at the angel, which made him push on the gas pedal even more. And the car crash wasn’t exactly his best plan for the evening, so Dean pulled over, helped himself to a nice cold beer from the trunk and sat on the hood of the Impala, gazing at the clear summer sky above him. Memories flushed over his mind, uninvited, yet still painful. He tried to push them away, angrily gulping at his bottle. Once, he and Sam had sat here, just gazing away, after they’d wrapped up a hard hunt in Massachusetts. Another time, his brother and Bobby had noticed some problems in the car and, not wanting to let Dean know about them, had tried to fix them themselves. Finally, of course, Dean had taken care of his baby, because, one, he’d always know when something was wrong with her and two, he knew her and how she worked better than anyone.
There was this one time, too, when Dean and Cas had pulled over, the angel drinking his first beer, Dean laughing at his bemused expression, and then the first kiss they’d ever shared.
Dean shook his head, not wanting to think about that right now, because it would just deepen the anger he held to Castiel right now. Suddenly, he heard a gravely voice coming from behind him.
‘Hello, Dean.’
The hunter jumped around, but just as he suspected, he was met with a pair of confused blue eyes.
‘Geez, Cas, I told you this freaks the shit out of me.’
‘My apologies. I did not mean to startle you.’
Dean rubbed a hand over his face.
‘I know you didn’t. I just didn’t really expect you to come.’ He swallowed down the ending of the sentence. But I hoped you would.
The corners of the angel’s lips curved upwards, which, as Dean has already understood, was the closest thing he had to a smile. He joined the hunter on the Impala’s hood and Dean eyed him suspiciously.
‘Wait, isn’t there a big-ass fight in Heaven that you should be attending now?’
‘The fight is over.’ Castiel said, not taking his eyes from the road ahead. ‘So I sensed your worry and decided to come. It is a way for me to relax.’
As he looked at the angel, Dean wanted to channel his anger at him, to land a punch in his chin, then another, then abuse those soft lips with his own, then strip him off the trench coat and the suit and fuck him senseless. He shook his head and took another swig of his beer. Castiel eyed him and as their gazes clashed together, he was wondering if he was thinking too loud.
Sure, last year, with the whole Apocalypse crap going on, he barely had time to concentrate with what was happening between them. A few stolen kisses in the heat of the moment and even sometimes, when Sam would go to the library or to get dinner, mutual blowjobs in the darkness of the motel rooms. But nothing more. And then, when it was all over and Dean was in pieces, more needy than ever, Castiel was gone. He tried, he sure tried to cover it all up for Lisa, but the angel was a frequent visitor in his dreams.
Dean decided he didn’t really want to go through this with Cas right now. It has been a tiring day, for both of them.
‘Don’t you guys ever sleep or anything?’ the hunter asked.
‘We do not have the need to sleep. Our rests consists of hibernation and meditation.’ Castiel replied, not lowering his gaze for a second. Dean felt as if he were being x-rayed.
He definitely hadn’t felt when he’d shifted closer to the angel. There was warmth, literal warmth radiating from Castiel. Dean didn’t know if he was the only one who could feel it, but it definitely suggested the thought of an otherworldly being sitting next to him. Cas’ gaze shifted back to the starry sky.
‘The Impala is a quite outstanding car.’ He said finally, as if he was looking for something to talk about, just so he could stick around.
‘Yeah.’ Dean patted the hood proudly. ‘She’s my baby. And it can kick any other car’s ass, I tell you that.’
‘I doubt that the car has feet with which it can kick anything.’ Cas said, with his adorable confused head-tilt. Dean laughed.
‘It’s an expression, Cas. For example, today I raced the fuck out of Sam and his stupid Charger.’ The hunter gleamed like a five-year old, explaining how his drawing was better than some other kid’s. ‘Smooth move by trashing it, by the way. I was getting sick of that machine.’ Now, Dean noticed, Cas had shifted in his direction too, their bodies almost touching, eyes glued to his once again. The hunter’s trail of thought vanished for a second, just as he thought how beautiful the angel looked in the pale moonlight.
‘I did not do it intentionally, Dean.’ For a moment, the elder Winchester wondered if he was referring to the shifting in their positions. Then he remembered what he had said earlier about the Charger.
‘Well, you did an outstanding job at doing something you didn’t plan.’ Dean managed to croak out, his throat dry, as their faces were now less than an inch apart. This is crazy, he thought, after all this time, he can’t possibly want something to happen. But the way Castiel was staring at him, that intense, hungry stare that was always reserved especially for his hunter. Dean could feel the silence dropping like a wet cloth, sexual tension between them that you could cut with a knife. Then, with a final, oh, fuck it, in his mind, his lips clashed with Castiel’s chapped, yet soft and sinful mouth. God, it felt good. It was like something forgotten, like a song he had heard, but not yet sung, the fresh smell of Cas’ skin, the feel of the angel breathing on his mouth and making sweet little sounds, he missed that like hell. He didn’t care what was wrong or what was right. He wanted Cas the way he was, and as the angel’s mouth opened against his own and their tongues hastily explored each other’s mouth, the hunter would bet his life that Cas wanted him too. Dean leaned his body over Castiel’s smaller frame and the head radiating from it went straight to his already half-hard cock.
‘Backseat.’ He managed to moan in between heated kisses. ‘Now.’
Not releasing Dean’s mouth from his own, Castiel laid a hand on him and they were suddenly on the backseat of the Impala, the change in temperature tangible, as the angel’s fingers, clumsy as ever, tugged at Dean’s t-shirt. The hunter smirked, remembering how hungry and needy Cas always got while they were having sex and the thought of it turned him on more than everything in the world. Their mouths broke contact as Dean gasped for breath and quickly resolved to unbuttoning Castiel’s shirt, but the angel just laughed softly and his trench coat, shirt and tie disappeared to leave him shirtless against the car’s leather seat. The hunter nibbled at Castiel’s neck, leaving some a mark or two and relishing the sweet little noises his angel made. His angel.
‘You know, Cas,’ he managed to get out in between kisses to Castiel’s neck. ‘I think you really deserve gratitude for getting rid of that eyesore Sam called his car.’
Cas opened his mouth to protest, but Dean cut him off by covering his lips with his own again, tongue invading his mouth and the hunter’s hands running down the angel’s gorgeous body, trying to make his intentions crystal clear. Apparently, Castiel understood, as his own palms dove underneath Dean’s t-shirt and, just moments later, they were both shirtless, the touch of Castiel’s warm skin, the feel of something warm, shining and powerful underneath that skin just made his dick ache even harder against his jeans. Castiel didn’t stop just at the t-shirt, though. His slender fingers played with the button of Dean’s jeans teasingly, before undoing it. It wasn’t long before the fly was down too and the hunter kicked his pants away, before noticing that, thanks to Cas’ extremely helpful angel mojo, his angel was now completely naked in front of him, his own impressive erection poking slightly against Dean’s abdomen. The hunter took a moment to take in the beautiful shape of the man who was in front of him, to relish the sight of how perfectly he fitted in the Impala’s back seat, how his skin looked like it has been carved from marble. As the moon’s beams fell on his features, the hunter knew that this image would be haunting his dreams for quite a while. After a while though, Cas moaned his name and palmed his dick through Dean’s boxers and he thought that he might just come right here and now. He kicked his underwear away and as their dicks rubbed together, Dean placed another long and needy kiss on Castiel’s mouth.
‘Dean, please -‘
He looked at the angel’s eyes, darkened with lust and desire and pure adoration. That look made him lose all sense of control and the only thing left in his head was the hope that Cas wouldn’t regret this in the morning. He shifted down on Castiel’s body, teased at his nipples a little, placed gentle kisses on his abdomen and licked his dick playfully. Somewhere in between the angel’s moans, Dean caught his name, as he took him in, as deep as he could. Placing his hands on Castiel’s hips to keep him in place, he picked up a pace, taking Cas in as deep as he could, completely ignoring his gag reflex, focused only on the sweet and sinful sounds erupting from his angel’s mouth. Dean let go of Castiel’s hips and the angel thrust deep into his mouth, his moans and whimpers becoming more intense. Then, Dean suddenly stopped, his mouth separating from Cas’ dick and returning to his lips. He could feel the angel shivering to the sudden coldness or probably from the arousal.
‘Dean.’ He moaned into the hunter’s mouth. ‘Take me, Dean - need you … please, Dean, touch me.’
Hearing the angel pleading only sent throbs through Dean’s own erection. He gently slid a finger between Castiel’s butt, the angel spreading his legs as wide as he could in the limited space of the backseat. Dean mentally cursed himself for not having even one condom or a bottle of lube, but Cas, as if having heard his thoughts, said.
‘No need.’
‘It will hurt.’
‘You can not hurt me.’
The hunter placed gentle kisses on his mouth and then moved on the angel’s inner thighs and licked at Castiel’s pink hole. The tightness and dryness of it sent shivers throughout his body and Cas made one very un-angelic noise and that noise got even louder, when Dean picked up the pace, fucking Castiel open with his mouth. Then, he slid one finger in and Cas gasped at the intrusion, muscles tightening but then relaxing again and allowing Dean to gently massage him. When Dean added a second finger though, Castiel’s whole body started shivering.
‘Dean, please -‘ he moaned, as the hunter’s fingers thrust harder into him.
With a crooked smile on his face, Dean pulled out his fingers and placed himself between Castiel’s legs. He teased at his hole for a while, before sinking into him, feeling Cas’ muscles clench around him and that sent sparks of pleasure to every single nerve ending in his body. He decided to show it all then, how much he missed Cas this whole entire year, how he had dreamt of him and woken up sweaty and, often, screaming. Now, here, while the smell of leather and cold and Cas surrounded him, he said that he’d teach his angel not to leave him again. His thrusts became faster, harder, as he slammed into Castiel, sharp and strangled moans coming from the other man’s mouth, fingers digging into Dean’s back, as his whole body rose, only to have their lips meet again. The hunter took it all in, savored the moment, the taste and feel of it, Cas, tight and dry around his dick, his lips on his own and blue eyes staring into him with a mix of lust, desire and even love. Dean slid his hand to Castiel’s own dick and started jerking him off, setting up a rhythm. One bite on his neck, one harder thrust and Cas was coming hard all over his hand, panting heavily. Suddenly, his muscles tightened, which immediately sent Dean over the edge as well. He felt his cum fill Cas’ ass, as he pulled out and the angel collapsed into him, them both still coming down from their orgasmic high. Dean pushed Cas on the seat and managed somehow to fit next to him, throwing his jacket over them, even though he couldn’t say he was cold from all that heat radiating from both their bodies. The car now smelt of leather, oil and sex. Great, Dean thought, I have to clean up until tomorrow if I don’t want Sam bitching at me.
Right now, though, he couldn’t give a damn about tomorrows, as Castiel’s legs tangled with his, the angel’s breath hot against his neck.
‘If this is how you thank me for breaking your brother’s possessions,’ he heard his angel say, ‘then shall I proceed with crushing his iPod Jack some other time?’