Maybe Castile was just like this, but then again... there had been other times like this where cas had discovered something. He just wanted to know about... me, maybe? The world? Possibly he just wanted to know what it felt like to be human, though.
The last time I saw him, the last time we were alone, no Sammy nobody else. I told him to leave, that we couldn't do this. It wasn't right. I got mad because that's what I do, and I was wasted. He still seemed hurt when He appeared behind me.
"Dean..." his raspy voice said my name. I turned half expecting my- boyfriend? No, I don't know what we are- cas to be covered in blood. His hair messy as always, just the way I like it. He just stood there probably wondering what the hell I was doing standing in the kitchen at 2:00AM. Do angels have thoughts? Whatever, he came here he probably wanted something.
"What's up cas?" I ask, still slightly surprised to see him here again.
" I heard a- a song. On then radio..." he looked lost, sad and tired. Do angels get tired? I don't know i'm kind of new to the whole angels are real thing.
"and?" I ask sort of annoyed that he would bother me so late- or early?- do something so meaningless.
" It was called 'woke the fuck up'..." he whispers. Now I understand, the feelings that song brings out in a person is just to much to handle sometimes. Wait do angels even feel? I don't know... well he probably needs my help with feelings or some chick flick shit. I look at his face and he seems scared. He just hugs me tightly, already in my personal space, an akward hug but it's ok.
" cas i'm not what you need-"
"but you're what I want and that makes all the difference." He interrupts me, his face hidden in my black Metallica tee. He's probably crying if angels cry. That's what the song does to people. It's such a sad masterpeice, like a song version of Romeo and Juliet. But cas is my baby and he should know he can always come to me.
I know what he needs right now, it's why he comes to me at odd hours, the angel apparently doesn't know how to get off by himself, but it's okay because I enjoy it, more than him sometimes.
"Dean... I need-"
"shh, baby I know.." I say trying to calm the weeping angel- the good kind not the doctor who assholes, thoes bitches are annoying as hell- I reach for his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom of the current motel. With a thought I guess from Castile, our clothes are gone and we're just naked bodies pressed together in a warm hug.
I lay him on the bed, already knowing what he likes because it's not like this is my first time with a boy, or with him for that matter. After Stretching him quickly but effectively, I slowly push into his entrance, he moans loudly when I hit his prostate. Already wet with precome just from looking at that sweet face, I pull out and quickly ram back into him gaining a yelp from the angel. His blue ass eyes making what feels like perfect contact with my fucking green eyes I fuck into him at a steady pace making sure th hit his prostate.
" ahh.. fuck, cas, i'm-"
"me too" he moans. I come deep inside of him, as he comes on my chest in perfect unison. I pull out and softly kiss his perfect lips. Another thought, I guess, from cas and we're back to being completely clothed and clean.
I know we'll have to go right back to pretending nothing happens these nights again in the morning, later in the morning, but i'll still have the memory of my sweet baby angel's face when I come inside of him.
