Fallen human!Cas /Dean, Dean shows Cas showers aren't all that bad. Smut ensues! You have been warned! Using my friend's laptop, and it seems to have double line spacing, sorry ^-^
As much as I darn well hate it, it is just one of those things I have to do. Dean told me so. Things had been so much easier when I had my Grace. I sigh as I look at the line of products Dean had prepared for me and watch the water run over them. He had explained what each of them was for - and warned me not to get any of them in my eyes – I remember shampoo is for the hair; I'd cringed at the name. This is stupid. Being human is stupid. I hate it. My stupid skin is cold and prickly and covered in tiny lumpy things that Dean told me has something to do with geese. Dean's already taken my clothes to wash them. He threw my trusty suit, but he kept my trench coat and tie. He says he likes them on me. He says he likes them off me too. Dean confuses me. He's stupid too.
"Get in, Cas," Dean's voice startles me and I stumble. Two more things I hate about being human. Things take you by surprise, then your body's reaction is to go in to spasm, and it makes you jump. What's the point?
Stupid. I feel the towel fall from my waist as the result of a sharp tug and Dean pushes me in to the shower. "I feel stupid, Dean," I grumble as Dean talks me through how to use shampoo and shower gel.
"Well you look fine," Dean grins as he watches me scrub. "Close your eyes, remember, Cas. The last thing you want is shampoo in your eyes." His voice is smooth and velvety.
I squeeze my eyes shut and scrub my hair with my fingers as Dean massages his fingers through my hair. "Am I done?"
"Not quite," And Dean's voice is now in my ear, and I risk opening my eyes to find myself face to face with the other man. He's taken off his clothes off and joined me in the shower, and his eyes are taking a visual cruise over my body. If I wasn't already naked, I would feel like he was undressing me with my eyes. He lays a hand on my shoulder gently and closes the cubicle door behind him.
"Dean-" I start to complain that there isn't much space.
"I know," Dean brushes his lips against mine, and his voice has taken on a rougher edge. "That's kinda the point,"
I squint and tilt my head at Dean, opening my mouth to question him, but he puts a finger to my lips and begins pressing gentle kisses to my ears and neck and shoulder. His grip on my shoulder tightens, then his hand slips down to my upper arm and he grips tighter still, pushing me against the cold tiles behind me. A gasp escapes his lips, and he takes a handful of my hair. He presses himself against me, then draws back and grins at me. "What?" Dean captures my lips between his. "Just keep still." He kisses me deeply, his tongue forcing in to my mouth, and I feel heat pooling in my groin as his tongue tickles mine, and he utters my name, pushing his pelvis in to mine. "Close your eyes," He practically growls in to my mouth.
I look in to his eyes, and he looks back steadily, and then repeats himself, his hands trailing down my sides. I obey, and feel disappointed as his body moves away from mine. A long moment passes then I begin to feel soft, warm lips touching my skin on my jaw, my neck, my shoulders, my chest. I flinch as teeth worry my nipple and a tongue flicks out and toys around the edge then a loud gasp erupts from me as simultaneously, lips close around my nipple and Dean sucks, and his hand tickles my hips, and I feel a hot throbbing sensation centered between my legs. As soon as it starts, he stops, pulling away. "Dean?"
"Shh," His breath ghosts across my tummy just below my naval, "Keep your eyes shut, Cas,"
It makes me nervous; I don't like how dull my senses are now, and with my eyes shut, I have no idea where Dean is or what he is planning to do. I can't stop the shaky groan that bursts out of my mouth as Dean's hand grips my member and a split second later hot, wet lips close around it and begin sliding up and down the length of it. "Dean…" I utter , my head hitting the wall as it jerks backwards, totally beyond my control. More embarrassing noises come from me as Dean picks up the pace, tilting his head back so I can feel the back of his throat. My arms flail out to the side and I hold myself upright, pressing my hands on to either side of the shower cubicle. My legs begin to go weak. "Mmngh," I grasp a handful of Dean's hair as his spare hand goes to my ass. "Dean…" My entire body throbs and I cry out Dean's name in ecstasy, After a few seconds, I fall to the side clumsily, glad the wall is there to catch me I glance down at Dean, whose face is creased in raptures as he pleasures himself, muttering my name as he climaxes. He places a hand on the wall behind me, panting, and his eyes find mine, and he grins cheekily. "See? Showers aren't that bad."