1.
"Shhhh." He whispers, stroking the angel's face as he begins to move, gently at first, bringing their bodies closer together. The hunter knows the difference between the pain and pleasure, so looking down at the tear filled ocean blues he doesn't hesitate to keep going. In the beginning he used to cry sometimes too; overcome with the thought of this perfect being who made his world whole again. Dean pulls the angel closer and licks the salty tears from his cheek as he thrusts gently, bringing them both to climax, holding one another as though they were two halves of a whole.
2. Cas was on all fours again, just the way Dean liked. There was one problem though, the angel's skin was too milky and perfect. The hunter lifted his hand high to strike the soft rounded flesh of Cas's ass. The red mark was angry looking, but the way the angel bucked in response told him there was nothing but pleasure in it for him. As he pounded himself to completion he used his right hand to strike the same spot again and again as he tugged the dark locks of his angel, causing Cas's back to arch to an impossible degree. Bending his own neck to lock the angel's ear in his teeth as he released at last Dean whispered, "Cas." Which, in turn set Castiel off, yelling the hunter's name as they collapsed on one another in a sweaty, sticky mess on the bed.
3.
Dean's warm slick tongue glided across Cas's puckered entrance, stroking up and down as he painted the angel with his licks, loosening the tight muscle with his touch. The wetness of his mouth was matched by dew collecting at the head of his cock, straining for attention. As he closed his lips over the tightness of Cas he sucked and drove his tongue in reaching for the sweet spot that made the angel come undone before replacing his tounge with a curling finger.
's tears spill over as he throws the bottle; glass flying back at him. He doesn't hear the familiar rustle as his angel appears before him. "Dean?" The remains of the bottle crunching under his feet. Dean's hands fly to his face, swiping at hot tears and running up into his hair. "Dean, please don't." He breaks, "Cas, I don't know who I am anymore." "It doesn't matter, because I know who you are, even if you don't. And I love you. All of you."