Dean and Cas met up with Anna and Sam at the car, and threw their stuff into the trunk unceremoniously. They climbed into the car, Sam and Anna taking the backseat, and Dean tried to ignore the way Anna's hair was messed up, with bits of dirt clinging to it, and the guilty way Sam would meet his eyes in the mirror. Dean turned the radio up and drove the few miles to their hotel.
When the group returned, Anna mentioned needing a shower and quickly left to go to her room. Sam made to follow, avoiding Dean's gaze, but Dean grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait a second," he said, before turning to Cas. "Can you give us a minute, Cas?"
"Of course," Cas said, and he left for their room.
"Look, Dean, I'm sorry. I know I should have been paying more attention to the job-," Sam began, but Dean cut him off.
"Screw that. I'm not mad. If we had been somewhere dangerous, yeah, I'd be pissed," Dean said. "You and Anna, you've got something. So quit apologizing for it."
"Sure, yeah," Sam said, his hand edging toward his pocket. Quick as a flash, he had unscrewed the top of a flask and sprayed Dean in the face with holy water.
"What the hell, man?" Dean said, sputtering and wiping his face on his sleeve.
"Sorry. I haven't gotten used to this kind of talk with you yet. I assumed the worst," Sam said, capping the flask and returning it to his pocket.
"No shit," Dean said flatly, and Sam offered a grimace of a smile.
"Love looks good on you, Dean," Sam said seriously.
"Ah, don't start that emotional crap. Go on, go back to Anna. See you in the morning," Dean said, and patted Sam on the shoulder as he left to go back to his own room.
Dean opened the door to the dark room, surprised to see Cas sitting on the bed with just the tv on.
"What are you watching?" Dean asked, sitting down next to him.
"A documentary on the Mars Rover," Cas said. "The things human have done…it's amazing."
Cas' voice had a hint of pride to it, like a father would think of his son. Dean realized that Cas truly did love humanity, and it made him inexplicably happy. He ran his hands through his hair, feeling tiny clumps of dirt, and he prayed nothing more.
"I need a shower," Dean said, and Cas nodded as Dean rose to go to the bathroom.
Dean turned the water on and shed his clothing as he waited for it to heat up. He examined his face in the mirror; no new scratches, though he did have a bruise from the witch throwing him against the ground back at the mental hospital. He climbed into the shower, grunting slightly as the heat warmed his aching muscles. Glancing down, he saw the water running brown and realized he must have been absolutely filthy. He grabbed some shampoo and squirted it into his hands before lathering his hair and dunking his head under the flowing water. He didn't hear Cas come in.
"Am I that dirty?" Cas asked, and Dean jerked his head out of the water at the sound. He looked Cas over.
"Yeah, you kind of are. You're going to need a shower too," Dean said.
With that, Cas began to step out of his clothes, dropping them on top of Dean's in the corner of the bathroom. Dean continued to wash off, unable to look away. Cas slipped out of his boxers, and opened the glass door of the shower to step in with Dean. The shower was cramped, hot, and steamy, and damn if Dean didn't love it.
Cas stepped into the shower stream with Dean, and began to wash off as well, grabbing the same bottle of shampoo and washing off quickly. Dean patiently waited for him to be finished, but it was difficult. Cas ran his calloused hands over his body, scrubbing with soap and rinsing the suds off. When he was finally clean, he stood in the water and felt the heat soothe his soreness.
"All clean?" Dean asked, and Cas nodded. "Good."
He pinned Cas against the wall, kissing every inch he could reach. Cas tasted clean and fresh, and Dean couldn't get enough. He dragged his hands down Cas' torso, feeling the muscles clenching underneath the skin, and grasped onto Cas' dick. Cas moaned and arched into Dean's touch, his head falling back against the shower tiles. Dean reached his other hand up to grab onto the bottle of shampoo. He released his hold on Cas just long enough to squirt some in his hand, then returned to kissing Cas deeply.
He moved his hand back onto Cas' hard cock, and began to pump swiftly, the shampoo making everything slick and wet.
"Dean," Cas breathed, his eyes clenched shut in pleasure.
Dean increased the rhythm, until Cas was thrusting hard into his hand. He backed off, allowing the shower to rinse the shampoo off of Cas. He noticed the water was starting to turn cold.
"We're running out of hot water," Dean said, but he had barely gotten the sentence out when Cas shoved open the shower door, and pushed him out of it.
Cas kissed Dean fiercely, walking him backwards the entire time, hands running over his body and through his sopping wet hair. Finally, the back of Dean's knees felt the bed, and Cas gave him a shove onto it. He climbed on top of Dean right away, thrusting their wet dicks together, slipping and sliding against one another. Dean moaned loudly, his head falling back, and Cas leaned forward to nibble on the space right under his ear.
Dean grasped Cas by the hips and flipped him down onto the bed instead. He took both of their dicks in his hand, and started to rub up and down, using their beading precome as lubricant. Cas' eyes grew wide. They'd never done this before, but he knew he loved it.
"Ah, fuck baby, that feels so good," Dean grunted, and Cas gave a thrust underneath of him, moaning. "You like dirty talk? Mmm, I can do better."
Dean worked his hands over their dicks, and leaned in closer to Cas.
"I love when you do dirty things, Cas. It feels so good when you have my dick in your mouth, so hot and wet. Mmm…but I like doing things to you more. Those sounds you make when my cock is pushing into you…how tight you feel when I start to move, how good it feels to watch your face as you come…the way it feels when I come inside you…"
Cas writhed on the bed underneath Dean. He gasped for air, clutching at the sheets under him, wanting more.
"Dean…Dean, please…"
"What do you want?" Dean asked, and squeezed slightly on their cocks as he moved his hand.
"Ah…you know…" Cas breathed.
"I have to hear it, baby," Dean grunted.
"Mmm…f-fuck me," Cas said quietly.
"What was that?" Dean asked, and he picked up the speed of his hand.
"Fuck me!" Cas said loudly, and Dean grinned.
He reached to the bedside for some lube, and squirted some on his fingers and dick, before slowly pushing one digit into Cas' hole. He pumped it for a moment, drawing unholy sounds out of Cas' mouth, before adding another. Cas groaned slightly, and Dean was momentarily afraid he had gone too fast, but those fears vanished as Cas moved his hips slightly, fucking himself on Dean's fingers. Dean scissored his fingers before adding a third, brushing them around inside. He felt the small bundle of nerves, and Cas thrust suddenly.
"Please, now, Dean," he begged, and Dean removed his fingers right away, pressing the head of his cock at Cas' entrance.
Dean slowly pressed in, feeling the tightness surround him, until he was fully sheathed in Cas. He started to move, slowly at first, but quickly building speed as he became unable to hold himself back.
"Mmm, Cas," he moaned, grasping the man's dick in his hand and working his hand up and down. Cas gave a loud, throaty moan, his hands grasping Dean's hips and his fingers digging in.
"You're so tight…so fucking tight. Ah, yeah, Cas baby…feels so good," Dean slurred, his voice turning Cas on more than he thought it would.
Dean's hand worked fast, his dick pounding into Cas hard at the same time, and Dean could feel a heat begin to grow in his lower stomach. Cas was falling to pieces beneath him, and Dean was pleased that it was his actions and words making it happen. He wanted Cas to come at the same time as he did, to see that look of pure ecstasy on his face. He thrust harder.
"Come for me Cas," Dean moaned, and Cas gripped at the sheets tighter. "I want to see you explode all over yourself. I want to see you covered in your hot, sticky come. Say my name, baby."
"Umh…Dean…Dean!" Cas yelled, and he came hard, hot liquid shooting everywhere.
Dean fell apart at the sound of his name yelled out so gravely, needy, by Cas. Suddenly he was coming too at the same time as Cas, thrusting hard into him and feeling Cas' walls constrict with his own orgasm. They rode out the waves of pleasure together, finally collapsing on the bed in a sweaty heap.
They laid there, breathing heavily for a moment, coming down from their highs.
"Cas," Dean finally breathed, reaching for his hand and grasping it tightly. "You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen."
Cas grinned widely, squeezing his hand, feeling at peace with the world.
"I love you," Cas said, and Dean pulled his hand up to his mouth to give it a gentle kiss.
"I love you too."
The pair laid in silence, listening to the sounds of whatever was on the tv, and of falling water. Dean rose from the bed.
"Shit. We never turned off the shower."
A/N *fans self* Whew, that was fun to write! I hope you all liked the dirtytalk!kink as much as I did. Thank you for all your kind words. Another chapter will be up soon. Review!