Summary: Make up sex is always the best. Sequel to, "There's Always Tomorrow" Please Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters, *Sniffles and sobs*
Pairings: Dean/Castiel.
A Proper Make Up
Sam had left to go to his second home, the Library, which Dean found incredibly geeky and sad (in the God-you're-such-a-loser kind of way). But Dean was thankful for the times Sam left him for a few hours, because it meant Dean could be with Castiel for that time (especially intimately).
Dean heard the Impala drive away and he looked into the room.
"You can come out now, Cas. He's gone."
Castiel appeared in the room and moved towards Dean.
"Make me love you." He whispered, "I want to feel like I did the first time we ever slept together, Dean."
Dean nodded and kissed Castiel gently at first, but then deepened the kiss, spinning Castiel around and pressing him up against the wall. Castiel pushed Dean off of him and pulled off his coat and jacket and threw his tie over his head. Dean pulled him in and ripped off his own t-shirt, then working on Castiel's shirt, while kissing the angel deeply and already drawing moans from deep within Castiel's throat. Clothes left them with a click of Castiel's fingers, and the couple were on the bed, before long writhing together in ecstasy.
Dean thrusted inside Castiel and lifted the angel onto his lap, both of them rocking together and moaning into each other's mouths.
"I love you, Cas…so much…" Dean whispered, gasping when Castiel snapped his hips against the hunter's.
"I love you too, Dean…" Castiel replied, moaning loudly when Dean thrust so deep into Castiel that it made him shudder.
Castiel's arms wrapped around Dean's shoulders, and he screamed suddenly when he came in the space between his and the older Winchester's bodies. Dean came not long after, riding through his orgasm before gradually slowing. The lovers shared a loving kiss, sweating and shivering against one another before Castiel lifted himself from Dean and lay on the pillows.
Dean lay beside him and took him into his arms, pulling the sheets over them as they settled down for a sleep (since their orgasms were so damn intense).
"I like make-up sex." Castiel whispered, kissing Dean's protection tattoo.
"It's great isn't it?" Dean laughed, kissing Castiel's head tenderly and resting his cheek against that mop of sexy dark hair that was untameable no matter what you did to it.
"Love you." Castiel whispered, sitting up and kissing Dean's full lips before settling back down.
"Love you too.
"That's a real make-up," Dean sighed, tightening his grip on Castiel.
"Yes…a proper make-up." Castiel replied, entwining his fingers with Dean's as the hunter drifted into sleep.
-The End-