I don't own a thing except the time I waisted writing this
-Oh, god, Cas, you are so good!- Dean moaned.
-Yes, you have told me that few times already.- Cas said, his hands still busy on Dean's body that lay beneath him.
-I have never felt someone who was so good with their hands. How are you doing this?- he asked, as his body was shaking in waves of pleasure.
-Heaven is a lonely place sometimes. I practiced on myself.-
-Man, I practiced too, God knows how much, but you are a magician.- he said through moans.
-I have been watching humanity for a long time. I have learned what people like.- he concluded.
He let go of Dean and reached for the night stand where a bottle of lotion stood. He squeezed some on his hands and went back to Dean.
-It's coconut scented. I hope you don't mind. That's the only one they had.- he said in an apologetic voice. Dean stood up in the bed and looked him in the eyes.
-I don't mind. I just want you to keep going, Please. I need it.- he said. The fallen angel smiled.
Dean fell back on the bad and let the master do his thing. Why did he ever resist this? It felt so pure, so natural. Why was he fighting this urge?
It didn't matter. He won't let regrets of past times stop him for a bright future. They have all time in the world to make up for those five years.
Cas's hands were golden. First they were slow and gentle, allowing him to get accustomed to this strange feeling he had never felt before, but then they were faster, more energetic, rougher. And Dean loved every moved they made.
All of the sudden, the perfection had been stopped. There was a knock on the doors.
-Son of a bitch.- Dean mumbled.
-Who is it?- Cas yelled.
-Hey, guys, it's Sam. I mean, I hate to bother you, but I just really need my wallet.- he said.
-Sure thing, Sammy. Come in.- Dean said.
-Better not.- he mumbled -I couldn't help but overhear. You two seem… busy.-
-Nothing special. I was just showing Dean my hidden talents.- Cas answered.
-I'm so happy you finally realized it. I mean, we all knew for a loooong time.- he mumbled. Dean got up and searched for the walled in the pile of clothes and books.
-What do you mean you all knew? Why didn't anyone tell me?- he asked.
-Well… It was just sort of obvious.- Sam answered through the closed doors.
-Did you try him?- Dean continued.
-No, dude, are you out of your mind?-
-Yeah, I was because I resisted this.- he said. The wallet was by the laptop. Dean picked it up.
-I'm happy for you, but Cas is all yours.- Sam assured him.
-No, Sam, I am perfectly willing to please you as I have your brother.- Cas assured him.
-Dude, no, that's not normal.-
-What's not normal is the things this man does with his hands. You have to see him in action.-
-Dean told me I am very gifted.- Cas said -I have been practicing. On my self and on my brothers.-
-Guys, no.- Sam was now freaking out. Dean unlocked the doors and stuck his head out.
-Sammy, you got to feel this. Come in, join us.- Dean said. His face was glittering with sweat and he was breathing heavily, like he had just ran a marathon.
-What?-
-Cas is like a wizard with his hands. I've never felt anything like it. Dude, you have to let him do you too.- Dean said, his face burning red with heat.
-Yes, Sam, let me do you.- Cas said from the bed.
-Guys, you are sick. Don't ever suggest that to me again. I'll see you in the morning. I'm going to drink myself into forgetting this.- Sam said, turned on his heel and walked away. Dean was confused, but he just shrugged. Who knows what's going on in Sammy's head. Yeah, it was a bit unconventional, but there was nothing wrong it it. Nah, he'll understand one day.
Castiel stared at Dean for a long time.
-Dean?- he finally asked.
-Yes Castiel?-
-Why didn't your brother want a foot massage from me?-
I don't know what happened. I was studying physiology and then I wasn't.