**Author's Note**

This is the first Destiel smut I've written, though I've read more than I'd like to admit. Takes place in a Canon-ish world, minus the fact that Destiel is Canon.

"Hello, Dean."

With a soft whoosh, the angel is standing by Dean's side. His coat flutters softly in the wind, flowing behind him like a cloak. Dean is leaning against the Impala, parked near the top of a hill in San Francisco. He and Sam had been working a job here, but Sam had left, all mad about something, and now Dean was drinking himself into oblivion.

"Dean," Cas's deep voice breaks through Dean's stupor, causing him to look up.

"Hey Cas," Dean slurs, "How ya been?"

"I've been alright Dean. Why are you drinking?"

"Cause Sam's a dick. That's why."

"Dean, that's not what you should do."

"Bull. I need to drink."

Cas steps forward, carefully lifting the flask from Dean's hand. Dean steps forward, trying to catch Cas's hand, but he sways drunkenly forward, collapsing into the ground. Sliding the flask into the pocket of his coat, Cas lifts Dean, sliding him into the passenger seat of the Impala. He walks around the driver's door, trying to remember what Dean taught him about driving. He picks the keys up from the seat, turning the key slowly in the ignition. The car purrs, and Castiel smiles. The car reminds him of Dean, the way it seems rough, but it is truly gentle. Cas knows that Dean is the same way.

As Cas pulls the car out of the parking lot, Dean makes a small noise, Cas reaching over to comfort him. The drive is quiet, Cas using all his focus to keep the car on the road. As Cas pulls the Impala into the parking lot of a small motel just outside San Francisco, Dean begins to stir. Cas lays his hand to Dean's forehead, sending him back to sleep. After buying a room, Cas carries Dean inside, the larger man heavy in his arms. Cas lays Dean on the bed, Dean letting out a small noise of protest, pulling Cas down with him.

"Love you Cas," Dean slurs, pulling the surprised angel to his lips.

"Dean I-"

Cas pulls away, breathing heavily.

"Dean, you're drunk."

"Yes I am," Dean smiles, "come here Cas."

Dean's strong arms wrap around Cas again, their lips meeting frantically. Cas gasps, feeling Dean's lips on his neck. The hunter is strong, and Cas is quickly flipped under, Dean straddling his hips; soft lips tracing patterns down his neck. The hunter unbuttons Cas's shirt, hands running frantically down his chest, pausing just over the waist of his jeans. Cas's hand curls into Dean's too short hair, his fingers grasping for any purchase. He guide's the hunters head to between his legs, feeling those full lips trace over his jeans, softly mouthing Cas. Cas tries to resist, quickly giving in to Dean.

The angel lets out a noise, his soft moans driving Dean crazy. The hunter slides Cas's jeans and boxers off his hips, the angel lifting his ass to help Dean. His swollen cock greets Dean, the red tip curving up to Cas's belly. Cas hand forces Dean onto his cock, but Dean resists. Dean lifts his head, his green eyes meeting bright blue ones, both pairs dark with lust. The hunter brings his lips to the angel's chest, tongue flicking over a rock hard nipple. The angels throat pulses, swallowing hard.

"Oh baby boy, I'm gonna make you feel so good. I'm gonna make you scream, and then I'm gonna let you come."

Cas's cock hardens more at the sound of Dean's voice. Dean runs his hands over his angel's naked body.

"Mine," he growls, voice deep and husky, "all mine."

Cas arches his back, straining for any contact with Dean.

"Not yet baby boy," Dean growls.

He sits up, stripping off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. He then covers his angel's boy with himself, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. Cas's tongue presses against his lips, but Dean holds strong, keeping his mouth closed. When Cas lets out a whimper, Dean gives in, opening his mouth. Their tongues dance frantically, Dean quickly dominating Cas. He keeps the pace slow, fully intent on torturing Cas for hours. The slight flush of the angel's cheeks and his breathy moans drive Dean crazy.

The angel's eyes are dark with lust, silently begging Dean for more. The hunter's rough hands run over the angel's chest, making the angel moan.

"Dean, please, more."

"Not yet Cas. Not yet."

"Please," The angel squirms under Dean, trying to get any friction where he needs it most.

Dean gets up, walking away from the bed where Cas's lays. He grabs the small bottle of lube from his coat, right where he always keeps it. Walking back to the bed, Dean sees Cas's eyes go dark with lust, knowing what is going to happen.

"On your stomach."

Dean's voice is deep and rough, and his cock twitches at the sight of Cas lying on the bed, legs spread for him. He growls, kneeling over Cas. He lays a line of kisses down his angel's back, Cas's little whimpers spurring him on. The angel pushes back into Dean, grinding his ass into Dean. Dean moans, pushing Cas down onto the bed. He opens the bottle of lube, covering one of his fingers before sliding it into Cas's tight hole. The angel lets out a whimper, pushing into Dean's hand.

"Gonna torture you baby, gonna make you feel so good you think you're gonna die. Then I'm gonna make you come so hard that baby, you don't walk for a week."

"Please. Please Dean."

"You like that Cas? You like my dirty mouth? You like that?"

Dean runs his lips over Cas's neck, moaning into the angel's thick hair. He slides another finger into Cas, feeling the pleasure course through the angel. He loves how easy it is to make the angel melt like putty for him, how easy it is to make the angel beg. As he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of Cas, he squeezes his cock, wanting to make sure he can wait for Cas. When the angel's moans turn to whimpers, Dean slides in a third finger causing the angel to rock up toward Dean.

"Please Dean. Wanna feel your cock inside me. Wanna have you come inside me," The angel can barely talk, his words punctuated by small whimpers and breathy moans.

"How do you ask Cas? How do you ask for my big cock?"

"Fuck. Fuck me Dean. Fuck me hard."

"There's a good boy," Dean says, removing his fingers from the angel's hole, making him whimper at the loss.

Dean coats his cock in lube, sliding it into the angel. Cas moans at the feeling, rocking his hips into Dean, driving Dean's cock deeper into him. Dean grins, holding the angel's hips down.

"Not yet baby, not yet. Got to make you wait."

Dean thrusts slowly in and out of Cas, pausing whenever he feels the angel tense up, muttering into his ear the whole time. Over and over, Dean brings Cas to the edge, slowly torturing him with the pleasure. When it all become too much to bear, Dean's thrusts speed up, losing control as he gets close to climaxing, his words ceasing.

Cas's moans get louder, begging Dean to fuck him harder. His angel's pleas bring Dean closer, his eyes dark with lust.

"Come for me baby. Come for me now."

Dean's words drive the angel over the edge, and when Cas comes, tightening around Dean it drives Dean over the edge. The two come together, both entirely spent. Dean pulls himself out of Cas, pulling the angel into his arms. The angel curls himself into the hunter, their bodies fitting perfectly together.

As they drift off to sleep, Dean lays a final kiss to his angel's neck, whispering, "I love you."