Scotty doesn't know,
That Fionna and me,
Do it in my van every Sunday.
She tells him she's in church,
But she doesn't go,
Still shes on her knees,
and Scotty Doesn't know.
Dean's mouth formed a perfect "o" as his angel was doing some sinful things with his tongue. The windows of the impala began to steam up. Dean's hands pulled at Castiel's dark locks trying to regain some control. The angel responded with basically swallowing Dean whole. The hunter began to babble uncontrollably as Castiel swirled his toungue around the head of his swollen cock. The angels left hand gripped Dean's hip so tightly it was sure to leave finger shaped bruises on his tanned skin. Cas pulled his moth of with a wet pop and smirked at the wrecked man above him. He loved turning Dean into licked his palm and gripped Dean at his base and started skillfully pulling and twisting just the way Dean liked it. He brushed his thumb over the slit and smeared the hunter's pre come up and down his shaft at an even pace causing Dean to claw at the leather seats looking for somethinf to hold on to. Dean felt the familiar warmth pooling in his lower abdomen as Cas worked at his dripping member. He let out a ragged "Cas" and the angel got the message. He mouthed his lover and began humming around the head of his cock. The vibrations were heavenly. Cas bobbed up and down on Dean's dick increasing the friction as Dean twisted his fingers through Cas's hair loving the feel of his soft locks. Dean let out a porn star moan and suddenly there was hot spurts of come shooting down Castiel's throat. He swallowed the hunters load like a pro and seductively grinned at the hunter who noticed the angel had soiled his own pants. Damn was he hot. Castiel tucked Dean back into his pants and popped the passenger door open pulling Dean out of the sweaty car. They practically raced to the motel room. Once inside, Dean grabbed the blue eyed man and man handled him to the shower. Once they finished a second round of loud, wet, orgasm inducing sex, the couple dressed and sat on opposite beds waiting for Sam to return from his run. The damn moose was a health freak. When the younger hunter popped his head into the motel room he saw Dean passed out on one bed and Cas staring intently at a pocket sized bible.
Same ol' same ol', he thought to himself.