"Dean!" Cass cries, pinned to the bathroom wall.
Dean's mouth molds with Castiel's familiarly. Words are lost and he frantically shoves the angel's slacks down to his ankles. Cass writhes as Dean sucks a violent love-bite on the junction of his neck and clavicle, hands simultaneously jacking him off. He'd said they needed to meet, it was important, he had to tell Cass /now/. But this was beyond what Castiel thought. Dean's mouth finds Castiel's once more and the angel is spent, returning the kiss lazily.
"I love you," Dean stutters and Castiel is nonplussed. Dean's never said that before.