Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural characters, though I wish I did. All belongs to The CW and Eric Kripke except my writing.Castiel felt the bed push down beside him, and relief flooded through his veins. Emotions were still new to the angel; he sometimes freaked out when a new feeling spread through his nerves. Relief, however, was a familiar feeling. He felt it every night when Dean came home.
Dean chuckled softly and pulled Castiel towards him. He pressed a kiss against the angel's temple, whispering about how he was alright, no need to worry.
Cas turned over, covering Dean's lips with his own. The sheets were tangled in his legs, but Dean managed to get underneath them.
Before long, Dean had Castiel pinned to the bed, hands out to the side. Cas' night shirt had somehow gotten thrown to the floor, causing skin to press against skin.
Not for the first time, Dean was happy they now rented two rooms at the cheap hotels. When they just had one, he and Cas couldn't do anything beyond soft touches and light kisses in fear that Sam would catch them, and when Dean got back from a hunt, was usually so wound up, he just needed more.
Castiel felt the same, to an extent. He was perfectly okay with the feather kisses and barely-there touches; they allowed him to feel Dean's love for him. However, these late nights in the second room made him feel Dean's absolute need for him, and Castiel liked that just as much, if not more.
Dean kissed down the angel's throat, stopping at the pulse point to suck gently. They had been together long enough to know that when Castiel fell, the pulse points on his body became one of his most sensitive spots.
The hunter could feel Cas through his thin boxer shorts, but refused to give either the satisfaction of touch. Dean had surprised Castiel their time; he had went slow and was gently. The angel thought it was because he knew it was Cas' first time, but the next night, he acted the same, and the next, and the next.
The only time it was rough between them was when Dean was trying to give himself to Michael and they both felt hurt and angry.
Castiel was tempted to try and be rough now, but knew Dean wouldn't allow it. He had tried once before, but Dean refused, saying that he never knew when it'll be their last time together. Cas never liked that, but didn't argue because he knew the truth behind it. As much as it pained either to think it, they both knew Castiel could get hurt now, and he could die, too. They always knew Dean had that risk, but now they had to worry about both their lives.
Dean hooked his fingers on the band of Cas' shorts, lips still on his neck. If Castiel wasn't so used to it, he'd swear his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Dean never failed to get it thumping against his ribs. The angel felt air hit his once-covered thighs in a rush, and was faintly aware of the swishing sound his boxers made while they flew through the air.
Dean's fingertips brushed lightly against his thighs, trailing upwards in a teasing way. They had barely touched the spot he needed it most when Castiel lost control, capturing his hunter's lips in a kiss and not bothering to be quiet for Sam's sake.