Dean knew Castiel would be busy. He also knew the angel wouldn't like it if his work was interrupted by the prayers of a human, even his human boyfriend, but Dean was so damn horny. He wanted Castiel to come fuck him, but he hadn't seen his blue eyed angel in days.
He made a judgment call, and decided to at the least try to get ahold of the man.
"Cas, buddy," Dean prayed aloud. He was almost positive he would be ignored, but yet he waited. After what felt like forever Dean got a bit angry, he did not like to be ignored. "Cas, if you don't get your feathery ass down here," he all but screamed into the air.
Castiel knew it was an empty threat, Dean had yet to show anything but love and respect to him. Although he missed his human dearly, he was curious as to what Dean might do if he didn't listen to his threats, and stayed in heaven. The thought peaked his curiosity, and he decided to stay and find out.
"Dammit Cas," Dean cursed to no one in particular, his hard on was getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute and Castiel was still not here. "Fine, I'll play that card, Castiel." Dean spoke the name with vehemence, a hint of mischief sulking in his gravelly tone.
By the time his shirt landed on the ground, he was already working on his belt. Ripping it open, and off his pants completely before rushing to undo the button and zipper. Once undone, he felt marginally better, his erection no longer contained in the small confines of his jeans.
Dean pushed his pants down his toned legs with much practiced ease, letting them pool around his ankles before doing the same to his boxers. His member sprang to full attention once the elastic of the boxers passed over.
He stepped out of both his jeans and boxers before taking long strides to his bed. He was excited, he knew what he was about to do would drive his angel crazy, and would more than likely get him down here. Yet, he was nervous. He'd never done this before. He might get Castiel pissed at him, for interfering when they both knew that what Castiel was doing was important.
He got himself comfortable on his bed, hearing the telltale squeak of the springs as they accommodated his weight.
"Cas," he called, knowing his voice would be low and laced with lust. "I know you can here me, angel. Wouldn't you like to know what I'm doing, baby?" Dean spoke quietly and without hesitation. He always knew how to get the dark haired man turned on, regardless of the situation.
When Cas heard Dean's voice, he felt a rush of blood to his lower region. He knew that at any time he would have a full erection to deal with in front of his many brothers and sisters.
"Cas - oh shit Cas," Dean's hand slid around his swollen throbbing erection, making him gasp in pleasure. It didn't feel as good as when Castiel did it, but after days of pent-up sexual frustration, it felt pretty damn good. "Cas, wanna come help me out?"