Dean groans, his hands fisting the motel sheets. "Shit, Cas -ah! right there!" he cries. His eyes suddenly fly open and he's met with beautiful blue orbs staring right back into his. Castiel thrusts his hips faster hitting the spot he's been aiming for time and time again. Dean throws his head back and chokes back a strangled scream, he chants Castiel's name like it was a prayer into Castiel's ear, "Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas oh! Cas!"
The smell of sex and sweat fills the room and the groans and pants mask the sound of a headboard, stereotypically, hitting the wall. Castiel isn't a vocal person during sex, he mostly grunts, too enchanted to make any other sound. But Dean is the complete opposite making sure the whole of America can hear what they're up to. "Cas! Baby, I- I'm going to- oh!" Dean is cut off short when Castiel grunts and takes a hold of Dean's throbbing cock and starts to jerk him off to the rhythm of his thrusts. After a short time Dean is already cumming hard. Dean throws his head back whilst he cries out in pleasure. A line of cum lands across Dean's chest and hits his chin. "Fuck! Shit! ah- Cas!" Dean cries as he's finished coming. Dean was suddenly sensitive. Whilst Cas is still fucking him, trying to reach his own orgasm, the feeling suddenly becomes more intense making Dean squirm. After a few more thrusts Cas follows behind him grunting as he fucks Dean through his own orgasm filling that sweet hole with his hot cum.
Castiel falls on top of Dean, panting, and exhausted. "Dean, That was amazing." Castiel says, his voice even lower than usual. Dean starts stroking Cas' back and smiles. "Yeah, baby. It really was." Castiel lies his head on Dean's chest and inhales his scent deeply starting to get comfortable. Suddenly they both hear footsteps getting closer to the motel door.
Sam comes bursting in minutes later. "Dean, I found out who caused all those murde-." Sam looks at his brother, who is lying on his bed with an old ACDC shirt and worn out jeans on smiling like the cheshire cat, suspiciously. Sam turns his head to find Castiel sat at the table smiling slightly, his face flushed. Sam turns to look at Dean, "Dude, are you okay?" Sam asks wairily.
"Oh I'm just fine, Sammy. I'm great, actually." Dean replies happily, still smiling. Sam looks at Castiel who is laughing slightly at Dean's comment, he then takes his laptop out of his bag and sits at the table with Castiel.
"Anyway..." Sam continues to drawl on but Dean isn't listening. Dean looks at Castiel and mouths "That was close."