Before the Showdown

[winchester_lost]

It was the night before. Tomorrow they were moving out, and they were going to take the Colt and try to kill Lucifer. Kill Sam. He still didn't like the thought. He understood that in this time Sam was Lucifer's vessel, and he liked to think that he'd done everything he could to find another solution

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[winchester_lost]

Dean watched Cas as the man sat up slowly on his hips. The way his body moved was languid, sexual. Confidence, knowledge, desire, and Dean found that silent self-assurance absolutely enthralling. Cas moving above him, rolling his hips, making Dean groan as he pressed their erections firmly together through the layers of their clothes. It was hot, made him jerk, pressing into the pressure, the friction.

He swallowed, quirked a smirk at Cas' declaration that he knew all of Dean's kinks. And it wasn't bragging, it was smooth declaration of fact. He'd clearly been close to Cas once. Before Sam had said yes. He knew himself, it didn't take much to figure out what had changed things. He watched, very much enjoying the show as Cas stripped out of his shirt, revealing bare chest, skin that he wanted to touch, feel.

He looked at Cas as the man told him to stop fighting this, his hands lifted over his head as fingers went for the hem of the black tee-shirt he was wearing. He struggled a little against Cas as he shifted Dean's hands, a quirk of his lips as Cas told him to stop fighting this. He liked the struggle, even as he liked the way that Cas' fingers felt against his wrists, against his body. And then Cas was demanding, and it made Dean's eyes glint with lust as he looked at him. He was right of course. He wanted this, but he liked the fight of it too. And he loved the way that he'd said that, the feeling of fingers unfastening his pants.

And then in a breath, Dean lost his ability to fight what they both wanted. The way Cas said now, the way his fingers curled around Dean's cock... He couldn't obey fast enough. His hips jerking up into Cas' fingers as he yanked his tee-shirt up over his head, his hands crossing at the wrists as he pressed them back over his head. He was breathing fast, a flutter of his honey hazel eyes as he looked up at Cas. He wanted it too much to fight it, all needy want, body arching into the touch of his fingers.

He murmured at the lazy kisses over his chest, his breath catching as Cas slowly slid down his body, shoving his denims down past his knees. Oh, he knew where this was going. He watched Cas helplessly, a shiver of delicious anticipation, wanted him, wanted this so much.

[seekthesilence]

He'd missed this, missed playing off of Dean and the way he reacted, the way he gave himself over so completely. With him, there never had to be any bullshit, the new age mumbo jumbo that didn't even make a lick of sense. Dean didn't need to be lured into bed, because this was where he wanted to be. And they'd been together long enough that it wasn't really just an escape. It had always been more than that.

Yanking his jeans down from his hips, the trail of kisses stopped at the base of his cock and his hand caught it again, curled around his length as he let his lips drag along it, slowly, and he kept eye contact because he wanted to watch Dean watching him. He wanted to see the heavy, half-lidded expression that was all undisguised lust.

He let his tongue drag over the head, licking him slowly and then again, more intently, and he closed his lips around it and sucked. He leaned his free hand against Dean's hip, holding him down, aware that in just a few seconds of not getting quite enough, Dean's hips were going to buck to get more.