Chapter Four
Castiel blinked into what he would call his apartment. It had been abandoned a few years ago from what he could tell, but he would always go he when he need to rest or think. Now for the first time he would do something different. He was unsure of what to do, Dean had explained it to him but Cas wished he knew the mechanics.
He believed that he should disrobe first. Pulling his arms out of his beloved trenchcoat, he laid it over the side of a small chair that was nest to him.
His shirt came off next, followed by his shoes and socks. His hands ghosted over the fly of his trousers and he was suprised with the soft moan that followed.
He pulled at his belt, unsnapping it and sighing with the amazing feeling it caused.
His trousers were now gone,pooled at the floor beside his feet. He touched himself lightly through the material of his briefs. As he reached the bed his knees came out from under him and he fell back on the matress. With one quick movement, he was finally naked. The cold air hit him and he sucked in a sharp breath. He suddenly didnt know what to do, Dean wasnt clear on this part. Castiel then thought of Dean. How his fingers had worked his member (Another word from Dean) with his hand. Cas pictured this as he tried it, resulting in a loud moan. In his mind he saw how Deans slim hips had bucked off the bed. Castiel tried to mirror these movements and was suprised by his success.
He was close now, there was a constant pressure inside him and he needed to let it out, needed to feel release. A wild thought entered his head and he was now imagining Dean standing at the edge of the bed, watching him with his startling green eyes.
This image unraveled him completely. He cried out when he came for the first time, he rolled accross the bed as he did. Back arched and shaking he felt disheveled and dirty. Breathing ragged he smiled and whispered a thanks to Dean because for the first time, he understood what it felt like to be human.