The shame of it didn't stop him, even if it horrified him to think of what would happen if anyone found out. Sam would be disgusted, he was sure, after all, the kid looked up to him; and Bobby, well he didn't want to think about Bobby's reaction, especially when it was Cas he was worried about. He was sure he could almost see the look on that dick angel's face if he knew what Dean did when he was alone.
The welt had healed to a fleshy pink handprint, marked forever as a sign the angel had touched him. Maybe that was why he liked it so much. He shook the thought away and decided he didn't need a reason as he closed his eyes and lay back, stroking with one hand, the opposite one covering the sacred flesh that connected him to Castiel. Holding back just long enough to form the image of those blue eyes that could see into his depths so clearly, he jerked harder, whispering as the angel's name played off his lips.
Hearing Dean's call and believing it to be one of distress, Cas turned his heavenly gaze towards the hunter to assess how best he could be of help in the situation before barging into a possible trap. He was grateful for the forethought, keeping himself masked from Dean's sight, as he watched the man pleasure himself. Recognition dawned on the angel and he moved closer, feeling a warmth in his belly grow. There was a strange heat rising in him and he looked down the find his body responding in a way he hadn't imagined possible before. Daring not break the concentration of the hunter, Castiel watched until Dean finished, panting and content. The angel knew his people skills were rusty, but this did not seem a scenario he was able to fully understand and there certainly was no manual for dealing with humans. In the end he said nothing to Dean, but he did continue to watch over him whenever he was at his prayers.
