'I can make it feel better' Castiel says quietly and kneels in front of Dean who is is sitting on the bed, in front of his legs, and places hands on his tights.
'Cas…'Dean gasps and squeezes hi fingers a bit surprised by his touch.
'It's fine you will see.' Cas slides hands up and cunningly unbuttons and unzips Dean's jeans.
Dean observes him interested, with tired eyes, mouth slightly opened, but there is no trace of embarrassment. He is curious and excited and already hard under Cas' touch. Cas smiles shortly at him, and places a kiss on his belly through the layers of clothing. It is not meant to be arousing or erotic. It is just a sign of care and comfort which Dean finds very comforting indeed. Cas presses his forehead to Dean's stomach, looking down at his crotch. He tugs on the hem of his black briefs, slides hand inside and takes out his hard on. Dean holds his shoulders, breathing heavy. It feels like the room is getting too hot. Castiel doesn't hesitate and flicks wet tongue over the tip. He holds Dean's his erection in his warm palm and places few kisses on the head and down the shaft, till Dean shifts a little.
'Cas, please…' He pleads barely audible.
He spreads a little his knees and Castiel settles more comfortable between his legs, taking Dean's cock slowly deeper in his mouth. The hunter lets a quiet short moan, his face blushing, his tights tightening with tense. Cas slides hands over them to relax him and settles on the hipbones holding him steady, licking and sucking gently, almost teasingly. Dean closes eyes and slides hands in Cas' hair keeping him close to his crotch, massaging the back of the ex-angel.
'Cas…' he gasps again and bends over protectively, feeling the short hair between his fingers, Cas' mouth hot and slick around his penis and damn it feels so good.
Cas is not hurrying. He lets Dean play with his hair, feel every lick of Cas' tongue on his shaft, letting the pleasure spread all over the tired sad guy. The ex-angel makes him relax and clean his mind from worries and problems. The hunter feels like a human again. He couldn't believe for how long he hasn't been pleasured and carefree. Cas is helping him to remember. It's special to Dean. It's not just a blowjob. That's Cas, who cares about Dean, who doesn't know what to do and by what he knows about Dean he presumes that would bring him joy and pleasure and he is not wrong. And not only that – it comforts the hunter. For real or like a joke, Dean always wanted that. And now his hell-savior is between his legs, mouth and tongue playing on his weakest physical spot. Cas groans quietly, making those munching wet noises while going up and down on Dean's cock, making the hunter tense and shift.
After not much longer Dean finds release, spilling hot in Cas' mouth, moaning lazily and the orgasm is so slow but satisfying, wrapping in hotness every inch inside and outside the hunter's body.
Cas pulls back and looks up at Dean while licking the corners of his own mouth. Those green eyes sparkle in green, cheeks and lips flushed in pink.
Cas stands up and bends over Dean, caresses his neck and kisses his forehead.
'Don't go… not yet' Dean whispers and hugs Cas' waist, burying face in his shirt on the level of his belly, and lets a single tear out of happiness or something else. He just needs to do it.
Cas knows Dean doesn't want to be seen like that, that's why he hides, but there is nothing embarrassing to the ex-angel.
'I will always make it feel better' Cas whispers and wraps protectively arms around Dean's shoulders. He gives him as much time he needs. Nothing is more important than Dean.