Though Dean's body was displaying his adamant need to fornicate, his green eyes seemed apprehensive. He hesitated, the tip of his erection barely touching Castiel's sensitive entrance.

"Wait, Cas. I gotta -"

"Put it back in, Dean," Castiel urged again, his patience gone.

He reached down between them in the tight space to grab the human's hips. With a stern pull forward, Dean entered him again. Castiel tilted his head back, a slight quake of pain echoing though his body. Some how, he found that he liked the feeling; it added to the pleasure.

Dean groaned, his left hand clutching the back seat and his right tangled in the buttons on Cas's shirt. Castiel enjoyed seeing the look of absolute euphoria on Dean's face. With his hands still holding Dean's tense hips, he pushed out before pulling him back in again. Castiel panted, feeling Dean's large member stretching him open. Straining to help Dean move, though, was getting tiring.

"Move, Dean," Castiel begged, letting go of his hips.

Above him, Dean took a breath before pulling out completely. Castiel gasped, raw anger flashing through him. Dean, though, was only repositioning himself. He slid Castiel up more, causing the angel's head and shoulders to lean against the door. It bent his neck awkwardly, but he didn't care. He just wanted Dean to satisfy his physical hunger.

"Dean. Please,"

"I know, I know. I'm trying. Shut up," Dean interrupted.

After finally seeming more comfortable, Dean hoisted Castile's waist up slightly. Cas bent his legs upward, attempting to help give Dean a clear passage. Thankfully, and not a moment too soon, Dean slid back inside him. A moan fell from Castiel's mouth at the feeling. The human began thrusting into him mercilessly, his face skewed with determination and pleasure.

Castiel raised his hands over his head to hold onto the car door. Dean's rough movement was causing the whole vehicle to shake. He looked down to watch Dean's veined and throbbing shaft disappearing inside him repeatedly. The sight made waves of arousal wash over him.

"Ahh...Dean," Cas whined.

Dean sped up, causing a tightening in Castiel's stomach. As the car shook and Dean breathed heavily above him, Cas could sense something in his body. It felt as if there was a spot inside him that Dean was almost reaching, but not quite. And he needed him to reach it. Pleasure was bound to be waiting there, if only Dean could go deeper...

"Harder...Dean," Castiel begged, his voice cracking.

Dean paused again. The sweat from Cas's back had caused him to slide down, so Dean shoved him back up. After hoisting his hips up again, Dean pressed back in, bracing a hand against the window above Cas's head. He did as Cas requested, and pounded harder into him.

With only two more thrusts, Dean was there; his hard member caressing the very spot Castiel was thinking of. The angel's eyes flew wide as he gripped the door tighter. A white hot feeling of intense bliss flooded him with each of Dean's thrusts. He tried to arch his back, hoping to angle him directly onto it. He cried out, gasping Dean's name over and over.

As Castiel moved his hand to search for a better place to hold on to, he accidentally grabbed the door handle.

The door flew open, sending both him and Dean tumbling out of the car. Gasps came from both of them as they fell, clinging to each other. They landed in a tangled heap on the hard, rocky ground. Dean raised up and looked over their bodies, shock still on his face. Luckily, his erection had remained inside Castiel. Cas rocked his hips in desperation, whimpering.

"Don't stop," he begged, reaching to clutch Dean's shirt, "please."

Dean glanced around before reaching down to pull Castile's legs up. Cas closed his eyes as Dean lowly started thrusting. He was doing it again; hammering against the sensitive spot within the angel. Castiel allowed himself to fully indulge in the rhythmic high, his voice calling Dean's name. His hands clawed at the hard ground beneath him.

Castiel's erection began to pulse. He could feel the hot fluid spattering on his own abdomen. He opened his eyes to look down and watch. Though his sight blurred a little, he could see sheer arousal in Dean's face above him. The human slurred some words under his breath as his eyes rolled back. Castiel knew he was feeling the same thing.

Dean then slowed to a stop, his chest heaving. His shaking hands gently released Castiel's hips, lowering him to the ground as he slid out. Cas laid on the hard ground and stared at Dean as they slowly came down from the height of bliss. He admired, once again, the perfect green color of Dean's eyes; as hazy as they looked now. He was resting on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He looked so beautiful. Would Castiel ever be able to come to terms with Dean's beauty?

"I've...I've just got...one question, Cas," Dean said, looking at him.

Castiel blinked a few times, focusing his eyes.

"Yes, Dean?" he said.

Dean took a few more breaths as he gestured toward Cas's bottom half. He seemed a little perplexed.

"How the hell did you come like that?" he asked.

(Author's Note: Is it bad that I had to go and take a cold shower after writing this chapter?...Maybe. :) There's plenty more smut still to come.)