Fic: Angel Lovin'
Title: Angel Lovin' Chapter 6/?
Author: ravenalisa
Rating: eventually NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Through 5.10
Warnings: none
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel search for a weapon to kill Lucifer. Meanwhile Dean and Castiel grow closer and Sam over-analyzes everything while occasionally being an unintentional cock block.
Angel Lovin' Masterpost
҉҉҉ Chapter Six ҉҉҉
Dean and Castiel ground into each other. All thoughts of Sam and the apocalypse forgotten.
Out of breath, Dean ripped his lips from Castiel’s and smirked at Cas’ involuntary groan at the loss before leaning down to lightly drag his lips down Cas’ neck and across his collarbone before sliding even further down to latch onto a nipple.
While Dean had considered what it would be like to be with a guy before, this was a first for him. Dean’s experience with women was obviously vast; however when it came to men he only knew what he personally liked, and so when Dean had finally just gone for it, he had decided to just try things he normally did to women to see what worked for Castiel, and judging by the whimpers and moans coming from his angel, so far he wasn’t doing half bad.
Castiel moved his hands, fisting one in Dean’s hair while holding the headboard with the other. It was overwhelming. The sensations flowing through his vessel. It was little wonder that humans often sought each other out in this manner. But as much as he loved everything Dean was doing, Castiel wanted to taste him again.
Dean experienced a brief moment of worry at Castiel’s insistent tugging on his hair. Was it too much? Did Castiel not want this? Was he scared like he’d been at the whore house? Of course the second Cas again met his lips, Dean’s worry vanished and he groaned into the passionate kiss.
As they again writhed against each other, Cas allowed his lips to drift to Dean’s neck, exploring him with his teeth and lips and tongue.
“Jesu- Fuck! Oh my G-“ Dean bit off his blasphemous outcries, finally setting on chanting Cas’ name over and over again.
“D-deannnnnn,” Castiel stuttered as he felt himself nearing a precipice.
“It’s okay Cas,” Dean soothed, “don’t push. Just let it happen.”
Castiel cried out in his true voice before regaining control, shattering the light bulb in the lamp beside him.
The sound of Cas, experiencing an orgasm for the first time ever and the knowledge that Dean was the cause was enough to push Dean over the edge as well. He didn’t even notice the bulb breaking or the pressure in his ears.
Dean and Castiel lay together, messy, spent, and utterly exhausted.
Panting heavily, Dean managed, “Cas…that was…just…WOW!”
Castiel just hummed in agreement as he contentedly burrowed his face into Dean’s shoulder.
I can’t believe I just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life and not only was it with Cas, but we didn’t even take off our clothes. Dean looked down at Castiel, carefully, so as not to jostle him. Cas was lying against Dean, more relaxed that he’d ever seen him. It was more than just Cas wearing only Dean’s boxers and t-shirt, every muscle in Cas’ body appeared to be at ease.
Dean wondered at his own personal ease with this situation. Usually Dean would be out the door the moment after a girl had fallen asleep. Not that he wasn’t into the personal contact that staying usually involved, relationships were just something that Dean couldn’t afford and staying tended to give women the impression that it could be more than just a one night stand. Not that Dean hadn’t thought about it before…staying and trying the whole relationship thing. The closest Dean had gotten to actually considering staying had been with Lisa. But, if he was honest with himself it had been more about Ben than him and Lisa. And with the way the world is, he couldn’t just stop hunting and settle down. People needed him and Sammy to keep doing what they did…keep the monsters at bay. Even without a pending apocalypse there were enough baddies out there to keep them, and every other hunter on the planet, busy for a lifetime.
Dean knows that Castiel can take care of himself. He remembers the one, and only, time he slugged Castiel… worse than hittin’ a friggin’ brick wall. Better be careful though and teach him how to use weapons and spar just in case his powers get any weaker or he…falls.
Just as Dean felt a wave of panic over that thought, Castiel flung his right arm over Dean and mumbled Dean’s name in his sleep.
Dean closed his eyes, willing his brain to quiet. What was done was done and he might as well enjoy this pleasant moment while it lasted.
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Author: ravenalisa
Rating: eventually NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Through 5.10
Warnings: none
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel search for a weapon to kill Lucifer. Meanwhile Dean and Castiel grow closer and Sam over-analyzes everything while occasionally being an unintentional cock block.
Angel Lovin' Masterpost
҉҉҉ Chapter Six ҉҉҉
Dean and Castiel ground into each other. All thoughts of Sam and the apocalypse forgotten.
Out of breath, Dean ripped his lips from Castiel’s and smirked at Cas’ involuntary groan at the loss before leaning down to lightly drag his lips down Cas’ neck and across his collarbone before sliding even further down to latch onto a nipple.
While Dean had considered what it would be like to be with a guy before, this was a first for him. Dean’s experience with women was obviously vast; however when it came to men he only knew what he personally liked, and so when Dean had finally just gone for it, he had decided to just try things he normally did to women to see what worked for Castiel, and judging by the whimpers and moans coming from his angel, so far he wasn’t doing half bad.
Castiel moved his hands, fisting one in Dean’s hair while holding the headboard with the other. It was overwhelming. The sensations flowing through his vessel. It was little wonder that humans often sought each other out in this manner. But as much as he loved everything Dean was doing, Castiel wanted to taste him again.
Dean experienced a brief moment of worry at Castiel’s insistent tugging on his hair. Was it too much? Did Castiel not want this? Was he scared like he’d been at the whore house? Of course the second Cas again met his lips, Dean’s worry vanished and he groaned into the passionate kiss.
As they again writhed against each other, Cas allowed his lips to drift to Dean’s neck, exploring him with his teeth and lips and tongue.
“Jesu- Fuck! Oh my G-“ Dean bit off his blasphemous outcries, finally setting on chanting Cas’ name over and over again.
“D-deannnnnn,” Castiel stuttered as he felt himself nearing a precipice.
“It’s okay Cas,” Dean soothed, “don’t push. Just let it happen.”
Castiel cried out in his true voice before regaining control, shattering the light bulb in the lamp beside him.
The sound of Cas, experiencing an orgasm for the first time ever and the knowledge that Dean was the cause was enough to push Dean over the edge as well. He didn’t even notice the bulb breaking or the pressure in his ears.
Dean and Castiel lay together, messy, spent, and utterly exhausted.
Panting heavily, Dean managed, “Cas…that was…just…WOW!”
Castiel just hummed in agreement as he contentedly burrowed his face into Dean’s shoulder.
I can’t believe I just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life and not only was it with Cas, but we didn’t even take off our clothes. Dean looked down at Castiel, carefully, so as not to jostle him. Cas was lying against Dean, more relaxed that he’d ever seen him. It was more than just Cas wearing only Dean’s boxers and t-shirt, every muscle in Cas’ body appeared to be at ease.
Dean wondered at his own personal ease with this situation. Usually Dean would be out the door the moment after a girl had fallen asleep. Not that he wasn’t into the personal contact that staying usually involved, relationships were just something that Dean couldn’t afford and staying tended to give women the impression that it could be more than just a one night stand. Not that Dean hadn’t thought about it before…staying and trying the whole relationship thing. The closest Dean had gotten to actually considering staying had been with Lisa. But, if he was honest with himself it had been more about Ben than him and Lisa. And with the way the world is, he couldn’t just stop hunting and settle down. People needed him and Sammy to keep doing what they did…keep the monsters at bay. Even without a pending apocalypse there were enough baddies out there to keep them, and every other hunter on the planet, busy for a lifetime.
Dean knows that Castiel can take care of himself. He remembers the one, and only, time he slugged Castiel… worse than hittin’ a friggin’ brick wall. Better be careful though and teach him how to use weapons and spar just in case his powers get any weaker or he…falls.
Just as Dean felt a wave of panic over that thought, Castiel flung his right arm over Dean and mumbled Dean’s name in his sleep.
Dean closed his eyes, willing his brain to quiet. What was done was done and he might as well enjoy this pleasant moment while it lasted.
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