Cas shuddered as Dean brushed a hand between his shoulder blades, effectively cutting off his tirade-why Dean wouldn't listen to his protests against him putting himself in danger, he would never know. Blue eyes fluttered closed with a soft whimper as Dean moved his hand out along soft, pure white feathers and smoothed them down, leaning forward to brush his lips against Castiel's ear as he murmured, "Cas, I'm fine. I'm here and in one piece-why the cause for panic."
It was quite the feat, but the angel finally replied, "He chipped your shoulder-a reaper, Dean, one who wasn't even going after y…ah…" Nimble fingers went down the arch of his left wing, and Cas let himself lean forward against Dean's chest, eyes fluttering as pleasure hit him in waves and he panted hard. The hunter made a low hum of approval and kissed the top of his angel's head, letting his hand tangle in the downy fluff, drawing a low, needy moan. "Dean, please not tonight…I have to report back to-nn!"
"To no one," the taller of the two replied firmly as he pressed the thumb of his opposite hand at the base of Castiel's other wing, drawing a loud mewl from the ravenet, "You're mine tonight-I'm stealing you." The elder of the two couldn't help but shudder at the promise that statement held-neither of them would be sleeping much, between the kisses and the touches and…other such intimate things. "I never thought I'd say this again, but I'm glad Sammy's not here tonight… It would be awkward for him to walk in now, huh?" Dean chuckled softly, shifting Cas in his lap so he was straddling him-which made absolutely everything easier, including kissing the poor writhing messenger, who returned the action with equal fervor, their lips and tongues meeting enthusiastically.
Dean could tell the instant Cas was too far gone to stop, knew by now that the way he squeezed Dean's hips with his knees was a warning that he would not-could not-stop now… and the hunter wasn't going to let his lover down. He rolled his knuckles from the connecting joint of one wing to the other, unable to help a smirk when Cas arched his back and let his head fall back, just begging for Dean to mark and kiss his neck. It wasn't going to be a quick night, but he couldn't find it in him to mind.
And now you know what happens when my dear friend, xxPig. in. a. Pokexx and I are talking to each other at 2 in the morning and we get bored-I asked for a prompt, and she said, 'Cas and Dean, wing fic.' I hope you like it, dearest. ;3
I apologise for OOCness, but seeing as it is a human about to engage in...activities with an angel, you can understand that they might act a little different, no?
Thank you for reading! Reviews are greatly appreciated, but definitely not necessary or expected in any way.
Insomniatic for your entertainment,
~Mel
