Dean walks out of the steamy bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his hips. Sam left before his shower for research, so he's got some alone time, finally, he's been stressed for weeks so some alone time is just what Dean needed.
Grabbing his half empty bottle of lube from the duffle, Dean climbs onto the bed he's claimed as his. The wooden headboard is cool against his hot, bare back, but he settles with his legs spread out in front of him. The thin towel isn't doing much to hide his half hard dick, so he un-tucks it and pushes it from his thighs. Dean lets himself get worked up, his heartbeat quickens in anticipation, and his eyes close when his fingertips brush across his chest.
Dean teases himself by running his hand across his chest-his nipple hardens from attention-his stomach muscles flutter as his fingers meet his sensitive hips then down the length of his thigh. With his eyes shut it's easier to imagine long slender fingers touching him; fingers that once left a mark on his body. Dean imagines laying out exposed to the angel, his angel, letting him take in his body with those dangerously blue eyes and let those distracting hands move across his skin.
Dean squirts a bit of lube into the palm of his hand, and when it warms, he wraps it around his cock moaning. His head tilts back to meet the headboard when his slick hand moves over his aching member.
Bowed legs bend at the knee and stay spread as he gets more into it. "Cas." He hisses able to picture the man working him with hand or better, his mouth. That idea has Dean biting down on his lip and brushing the precome away from the slit on his cock. Dean's hips get into the movement, the angel's name falls from his lips many more times. Swiping a couple fingers through the lube on his dick, he moves his second hand down to fondle his balls sending a thrill up his spine, and then down further so a finger circles his tight entrance. His hips buck up, mouth slacks and Cas' name escapes his lips when his finger pushes in.
His body gets hot, a thin film of sweat covers his chest and thighs while his cock is worked slow yet sure and two fingers side in and out of him.
With both hands moving in unison, Dean is getting dangerously close. The bundle of nerves deep inside him is pressed by his two fingers and Dean chokes out a whine, "Cas!" His hand moves faster over his cock and fingers pump into him harder.
Dean whimpers, he's so close, he can feel his release about to break him.
Then there is a rush of wind in the room sending a chill over his damp skin.
Dean knows, knows those eyes are on him now, taking in the sight he's displaying.
Finally, Dean opens his eyes straight into Castiel's blue ones and their blown, shocked, lustful glaze sends Dean coming hard into his hand. The thick warm liquid splatters over his stomach and chest, sprinkles up to his sensitive nipple.
His breath is trying to slow. "Cas." Dean breathes over and over while his eyes close again.
Dean lets his spent cock free of his hand. He licks his lips and sighs; that was just what he needed.
Moaning softly, he opens his eyes again to see Cas still there, still watching him.
Dean clears his throat, "Hey." He knows very well why the angel is not meeting his gaze. He's still got two fingers in his ass and that is where those blue eyes are now. He pushes in once more, crooks them to press against his prostate eliciting a tired yet needy moan from his lips. When he leaves himself empty he lets his legs fall flat on the bed.
A few silent minutes pass; Dean uses the towel to wipe the come from his body.
"I-I thought you were in trouble, that you needed me." Cas' voice is heavy in the air.
Dean smirks. "I did need you." There's an obvious blush rising up Castiel's neck and cheeks. "You took too long to get here, so I took care of it myself."
A pink tongue slides across Cas' lips.
Dean notices, "Cas-"
"I have to go." With another rush of wind the angel disappears. Dean smiles to himself and relaxes back in the bed.