Dean was by no means a porn addict, nor was he completely immune to the allure of how much easier it was to just point, click, and stream some hot guy on guy action instead of going out to look for it himself. So his roommates could judge him all they wanted for having a favorite porn star and a collection of burned DVDs of said porn star all they wanted, but it didn't change the fact that Dor had once unapologetically showed him the box of porn and toys that she and Charlie had in an effort to make him stop feeling like such a social reject shut in and Sam was a freak in the bedroom which the larger man didn't even bother to hide.
Also, he had learned a lot of useful things from porn; like how to prep someone because the first time he did it he had no idea what he was doing and the other guy that he had been with had talked him through it in the most condescending and demeaning way ever. It had helped him figure out what definitely did not turn him on and what did, providing names for the acts themselves and an anonymous community where he could explore his sexuality without the fear of someone laughing in his face.
So now that Cas's mouth was on him, tongue teasing across the sensitive skin behind his balls before trailing lower to lap tentatively at his furled hole, all Dean could do was keen softly and hope that came across as the yespleasedon'tfuckingstopever that he intended it to be.
The punk adjusted Dean's knees on his shoulders, lifting his legs higher off the bed as he spread Dean's cheeks in order to gain better access to the puckered ring of muscle that hardly ever got touched by anyone besides Dean. His foreplay with partners usually involved dicks sliding together along with some mutual cock sucking but he had never had anyone do this to him and he had always been too concerned with stretching whatever guy wanted to bottom for him enough so that he wouldn't hurt him that it had never even occurred to him that rimming could actually feel this good. But then he remembered what the punk was probably just getting him ready to take; remembered the way that Castiel's cock had tented his boxers, creating a hard, straining ridge of flesh underneath the thin material that Dean knew with the same certainty that he knew his own name had to be huge. Dean had never thought of himself as a size queen and his own dick wasn't huge, but no one had ever scoffed at it either and he wasn't about to scoff at Cas. No way in hell.
"Oh shit, yesyes," Dean moaned, threading the fingers of one hand through the other man's dark locks and using his other to hold his cock that was stubbornly regaining interest in the situation against his hip so that he could have a better view of the mischievous blue eyes that kept glancing up at him from between his legs.
He arched his back in an effort to get more of the other man's mouth in contact with his skin, wanting to memorize how it felt because it was probably going to be a long fucking time before someone touched him like this again. Dean felt like he wanted to laugh and cry and curse the heavens for giving him a glimpse of what it could be like with Cas when they both had already acknowledged that it wasn't going turn into anything real. But all he could do was moan and tighten his grip in the punk's hair and try not to pass out when he felt the ball bearing on Cas's tongue ring catch and tug on the rim of his entrance.
"More," Dean demanded breathily, licking his lips that were dry from panting as the punk just arched an eyebrow at him before pushing the tip of his tongue into his hole; causing a maddeningly addictive bolt of electricity to shoot down his spine and a disappointed whimper to be wrenched from his through when Cas pulled away and went back to just teasing him with light slides of his tongue. "You act like you're on vacation or something down there, Cas. Fucking get on with it and stop torturing me."
"Hmm," the punk hummed with a shrug, the resulting vibrations from the other man's mouth making him writhe and gasp brokenly as Cas moved away to bite into his thigh again; one of his hands slipping down enough so that an unseen finger could continue to press more firmly against him. "I prefer to think of it as worshipping. Honestly, I could spend all day eating your ass, but if you're gonna be all impatient -"
"I don't want you to stop," Dean practically sobbed in reply, rushing to get the words out because it felt like he was going to just die from how light-headed and out of body he was feeling from this whole experience. Cas wanted to worship him? Okay, his ass, but still the thought alone was enough to make his cock give a lively jump from where it was pressed under his palm. "Just...god, don't fucking tease me; if you're going fucking ruin me at least prep me while you're doing it."
"Should've known you'd be a multitasker," Cas replied with an amused quirk of his lips. "Fine then, if you're hellbent on spoiling all of my fun…"
"Sorry," Dean breathed, shutting his eyes against the sudden wave of melancholy that ripped through him because of course that's all this was to Cas, fun.
"Don't be," the punk replied fondly, levering himself over Dean to kiss along his neck. Dean felt those strong hands trail up to grip his arms that had traveled up to scrabble desperately at Castiel's back; he wasn't even entirely when that had happened. He just knew that the spot where the other man had been touching him felt bereft and empty without the steady, perfect pressure of fingers or tongue or anything that Cas wanted to give him. "I'm a quick study, lube?"
"Nightstand, top drawer," Dean answered lighting fast, turning his head in an effort to catch the other man's mouth in a kiss that the punk ducked easily as he reached in the direction that Dean had indicated. "Condoms there too."
"I've got that part covered, very literally," Castiel said with a scoff, letting out a strangled sounding groan after Dean heard the other man yank hard to open the drawer to his nightstand that always always stuck. "Christ, Dean. Please tell me you use this?"
Dean glanced over to what the other man was talking about, having gotten lost for a moment as he allowed himself to run his hands over the tattoo on the punk's ribs that moved with the slide of muscles as Cas sprawled heavily across him to reach for lube. What he wasn't expecting to see, mostly because he had honestly just been concerned about Cas getting the aforementioned lube so that he could just feel the addicting burn of the other man stretching him open already, was the punk smirking at him with heated, hungry eyes as he held up the moderately large sparkly pink dildo that Dean did indeed use fairly often.
He felt his cheeks flare with embarrassment as he nodded sheepishly, watching as Cas set the phallus in a place of honor on the nightstand before grabbing the lube and moving quickly to press his lips against the corner of Dean's mouth; rutting his hard-on shamelessly against his thigh fast enough that Dean could feel the hot, rubbing friction that the other man's boxers were creating on the skin there.
"When was the last time?" Castiel growled lowly, pulling back so that he could see Dean as he shrugged out a response; it had been a while, probably since before he had gone home to visit since he had been too scared of his mom or Jo finding it in his luggage to take it with him. "Did you ever fuck yourself with it and imagine that it was me?"
"Yes," Dean admitted quickly, eager to please the other man so that Cas would just fucking kiss him already; why did he keep moving away from him? "Thought about you fucking me everywhere; here, my car, work. Fucking me like you couldn't get enough of me, like you lo- like you wanted me back even though you didn't know me."
Like you love me.
What Dean had almost said but didn't because there was no way that he loved this guy who he hardly knew and he was willing to bet money that Cas definitely didn't love him; it was just the adrenaline that was making his heart pump ultra-hard and his out of control hormones making the knots in his stomach clench harder every time the punk leveled another of those knowing, destructive smirks at him. It was probably the most terrifying thing he had ever experienced in his life and Dean never wanted it to end.
"Fuck, Dean," Castiel muttered, looking hard at Dean's lips for a moment before he took in a shuddering breath and made to move back down the bed, laying sharp bites along his torso and hips again as he went; adding more bruises to the ones that Dean had already resolved to count right after the other man ditched him. "I thought about fucking you every day for a solid month, y'know those name tags you guys wear are done up in really small print?"
"W-What?" Dean stuttered out, grappling at the punk's shoulders when Cas hoisted one of his legs back up over his shoulder; managing to just scratch at the skin there before the other man's mouth was on him again, humming what sounded vaguely like "You Are My Sunshine" against his sensitive entrance and yep, he would never be able to hear that again without instantly getting hard. "Oh, jesus fuckyesyes, Cas. Fucking hell."
The other man pulled back again and reached for the lube that he had left next to Dean's shoulder, pursing his lips to blow cool air onto Dean's spit slicked hole; an action that earned a whole new round of curses and pleas from Dean who had just stopped trying to fight the arousal that was building fast and unchecked again from the other man's touches. Castiel chuckled warmly from his response and Dean watched through heavy-hidden eyes at the punk liberally coated three of his fingers with the the gel, rubbing the digits together briefly before Dean felt one rimming around his entrance; pushing in enough that it made Dean squirm with desire and toss his head back with a muttered curse.
"Let's just say I was calling you 'Freckles' in my head until I saw you up on that stage tonight," Castiel said softly, the admission almost dripping with the same kind of rawness that Dean was feeling light up his nerve endings.
Dean wished he could make his eyes open so that he could look at the other man because the punk's voice sounded just so goddamned earnest and he had to know if Cas really did mean it; if he really had been thinking about him too. But he couldn't force the muscles in his neck to relax, his head thrown back against the pillows when he felt the punk's tongue go back to working in tandem with his fingers as he slowly stretched and urged Dean open. He kept hearing muttered endearments everytime Cas pulled away to breathe and he was fairly certain that he was dangerously close to spilling exactly how much he wanted this to be more, but luckily the punk was making him too deliriously incoherent and breathless to get out anything more than whines and gasps.
"God, you're doing so good, Dean," Cas told him, drawing back again so that he could twist his wrist as he scissored two fingers into Dean, earning a whine as he arched high off the bed. "Shhhh, I've got you, baby. Jus' want you to be able to take it all, don't wanna hurt you."
Dean felt like he was burning up from the inside out, the reprieve that he got from the other man's tongue-fucking him open feeling too short when Cas crooked his fingers and found his prostate; sliding the callused pads of his index and middle fingers over the bundle of nerves. The sensation made Dean see stars long enough that he hardly even felt the sting of a third finger slipping inside of him, not until Cas twisted the triad of digits and spread them outwards against the pressure of his muscles.
"Fuck Cas," Dean managed to croak out, drawing the punk's attention from where he had started softly sucking on Dean's balls in an effort to distract from the the slightly painful ache Dean could feel at the base of his spine. "I'm ready, come on...jesus, fucking need you. Pleaseplease, Cas."
"One more," Castiel said gently, nudging Dean's thighs with his cheeks in order to urge him to spread his legs wider. "Want it to feel good."
"Shhhiiiittt," Dean hissed, his muscles clamping down in protest when he felt the punk's pinkie nudge inside him; he tried to breathe through it, holding on tight to Cas's forearm until he felt his body start to adjust to the intrusion that had never ever been this big before, nodding hesitantly when the other man asked if he was okay before pushing in towards his center. Surely Cas wasn't this big? "God, Cas either your dick is huge or you you have the willpower of a saint or just...fuck. ."
Dean felt his legs shift as the punk shrugged underneath him, watching with a critical eye the junction where his fingers were cautiously pumping into Dean; glancing against his prostate just enough to keep his reawakened cock interested in the proceedings despite the slight edge of pain that fizzled on the outskirts of his brain. He felt a bubble of panic form in his chest; what if Cas wasn't as into this as he was? Was that why he hadn't just pounced on him yet? Did the other man not think that he was sexy?
"I am sure no saint has ever thought about your ass how I'm thinking about it right now," The other man assured him, effectively bursting the bubble before Dean could fully freak out as he felt the other man gently ease his fingers out and shift away from him. "I might just ruin you for anybody else forever."
"Might let you," Dean mumbled under his breath, lamenting the fullness of the punk's fingers inside of him, but deciding that he was probably going to be back to begging fairly soon so it would probably do him some good to act cool and coy before the other man got sick of his whininess.
Castiel glanced back at him with a strange expression on his face as he reached off the edge of the bed to snag his jeans off the floor from where they had puddled earlier at the foot of the mattress; rifling out his wallet in order to extract a gold-wrapped square from its depths. The punk held it up triumphantly and unceremoniously tossed his wallet back on the floor, biting his lip as he paused for just a second to watch Dean who had continued to idly stroke his cock while he waited on the other man before letting out a heavy, stuttering breath and pushing his boxers down.
Cas pulled them off his legs ungracefully and ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth, rolling it on efficiently before reaching for the lube; Dean could only watch dumbfounded because it was like seeing some sort of wild jungle cat in it's natural habitat. Below the waistband of his boxers, the smooth line of the punk's sinuous muscles continued and Dean could see an intricate band inked around the top of his thigh. There was a thin line of dark hair trailing down from the other man's belly button to the swath of hair that framed the thick, jutting outline of the punk's cock; it was massive, probably the biggest dick Dean had ever seen outside of porn and definitely comparable to Dale Cooper's. Fuck, maybe his favorite porn star was just Cas with some cleverly grown facial hair after all.
Dean managed to breathe again when he felt the punk's weight settle on top of him, Castiel cupping his jaw in order to direct his gaze up from the cock that had settled heavily on his thigh. The punk was studying his face closely. Lips swollen and glistening from all of the kisses they had shared and the attention he had been lavishing on Dean, hair mussed and sweat spiked from the ever-present heat radiating off of the both of them, blue eyes swallowed almost completely by the dark, dilated orb of his pupil, but still concerned when the other man loomed over Dean with his forearms pressed into the mattress on either side of his head.
"Wanna back out now?" Castiel whispered softly, casting a meaningful glance down between their bodies when Dean frowned in confusion over the question. Back the fuck out of what? OH. What person would turn down Cas over a litt- okay, massive thing like that?
"I trust you, Cas," Dean answered evenly, reaching up to catch the other man's mouth in a soft kiss; one that the punk didn't immediately return until Dean wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled the other man down harder on top of him, clueing Cas in that he wanted this almost more than he wanted anything else.
"I'll go slow," Cas promised, dark eyes shining with gratitude and affection and so much fucking want that Dean was sure he was just imagining the rest because it was what he wanted to see.
Dean dropped his knees open as wide as he could and shifted until he felt the other man's cock sliding along the slick crevice of his ass, causing the both of them to groan as they shared one last urgent kiss. Cas sat back on his knees and planted one of his hands on Dean's hip, using the other to slick a hasty handful of lube over his cock before he pressed the head of his member against Dean's eager entrance. He felt the almost forgotten pressure of a cock pushing into him, the thick heat of Castiel's arousal driving the burning pleasure he had been feeling when the punk had been stretching him to unimaginable heights when his body protested against the intrusion.
"Relax," Castiel soothed, thumb brushing gently against the hollow of Dean's pelvis as he let out a heavy, shuddering breath; all of the muscles in his chest and stomach just jumping shadows in the moonlighting filtering in through Dean's half-closed curtains. "Know you can do it, baby. Just relax for me."
Dean nodded quickly, biting his lip to keep the panicked voice in his head from taking over and telling Cas to stop, that no he couldn't take it. That Cas was just too big, way too big, that he was scared or maybe admit that that wasn't even what was really stopping him. Dean was scared, but only because he was almost certain if he did this then he really would be ruined for anyone else, that no one would ever be enough after this and he wasn't even just talking about being well-endowed. Cas was just so concerned about him, so willing to put his own pleasure aside if Dean asked him to and he had to keep reminding himself that this was just fun and nothing more; because if he didn't he would really and so much more literally be fucked. Fuck it, if he had to fly solo for the rest of his life because no one else ever pushed his buttons like Cas did then at least he would have this to look back on.
"Oh fuck," the punk groaned as Dean felt the head of Cas's cock push into him, the flare at the tip causing a bright burst of pain to go off in his brain before it was dulled by the much stronger throb of wantyesfuckmetakemeloveme that was coursing through his veins. "God, you're so fucking perfect. So fucking hot."
Dean wanted to respond with something witty or even complimentary that would make him stand out in the probably monumental line of Cas's conquests that he had just joined, but all he could do was focus on his breathing; through his nose because he didn't think he could open his mouth without declaring undying and over-the-top affection for this foul-mouthed punk that he barely knew. So he just focused on the delicious invasion of Castiel's cock pushing slowly into him, the man's hands having settled possessively on his hips so that he could hold Dean still as he claimed him. It was everything he needed and not even close to everything he wanted, but he felt even more of his control slip away and that was enough for now.
It seemed liked hours before he felt the sharp jut of the other man's hipbones press against his thighs, the stretch and burn of Castiel filling him seeming like it was never going to end as Dean's breathing grew more and more labored. His own dick was flush with blood against his abdomen, leaking precome down it's length and onto his skin with every twitch it gave, Dean felt like any other normal guy would be jerking themselves into oblivion right now; concerned with only their own orgasm, but his fingers were clamped hard onto Castiel's thighs which was about the only part of the punk that he could reach. All he could thinking about was how it would feel when the other man came inside him, pumping and pulsing against his prostate which felt like it had been touched by every single glorious inch of the Cas's cock as he had slid into him. Dean just wanted to feel that before he came again, the anticipated sensation making him press the side of his face into the pillow underneath him and let out a string of curses and whimpers.
"Fuckingjesus, please, Cas," Dean groaned, flexing his thighs and rolling his hips in an effort to get moremoremore of the other man as deep as he could inside of him. "Oh please fuck me, pleaseplease."
"Trying real hard not to come here, baby," Castiel muttered, his voice sounding like it had just been dragged a thousand miles over broken glass and rock salt; the punk dug his thumbs into Dean's hips and he stilled instantly, keening from the show of force from the other man. "Just give me a second, then we'll get back to giving you amnesia. Just...fuck, you feel fucking fantastic."
In his head, Dean responded with something equally as eloquent to Castiel, but all he heard coming out of his mouth was a ragged, impatient groan before Cas shut him up with a short, sharp jerk of his hips. He wasn't even sure if Cas had pulled out at all or just put some force behind the length that he'd already pushed into Dean, but it had him seeing stars and bucking his hips and giving a hoarse shout of pleasure.
"Yeayea, jus' like that," Dean ordered, licking his lips and imagining that he could taste the saltly sweat that he could see beading off of the punk's heaving chest. "Hard and fast's how I like it, Cas. Fuck me so I feel it for a week."
"Touch yourself," Castiel said lowly, drawing out of Dean with a slow roll of his hips before pushing back in firmly with a soft slap of his balls against Dean's ass. "Since we're both making demands, I wanna see you jerk off that pretty cock of yours as I fuck you. Show me what you looked like when you had that dildo in your ass and you were thinking of me."
"Oh fuck yes," Dean moaned, pulling the punk down on top of him for a messy kiss that was mostly tongues tangling together as Cas continued to pump steadily into him; working up a rhythm that was getting faster and harder with each thrust.
He dropped a hand down to his cock between them, stroking it slowly and just on the wrong side of tight so that he wouldn't come before the punk did. It was a test of wills, trying not to come, because Cas's cock was slamming hard into his prostate on each thrust and dragging against it roughly every time the punk pulled out, creating an almost constant pressure on the bundle of nerves inside him that became even more intense when Castiel sat back up and pushed down on his spread knees to fuck into him deeper. Dean's hand was covered in pre-come and his vision was dancing with bright spots of color and fading fuzzily to black around the edges at the same time; creating a tunnel of sensations that all boiled down to the sound of Cas's ragged breathing and the blinding pleasure of the other man pounding him into the mattress and the sight of Cas's face watching the motion of his hand on his cock with a half-snarl curling at his lips.
"Shit Dean, you're so fucking hot. Wish I could keep you just like this," Castiel groaned, the snarl on the punk's lips triggering something deep inside of Dean that made him want to please the other man. He sped up the pace of his hand to something that was more like how he actually touched himself when he masturbated, focusing on the frenulum as he fucked into his fist with short strokes that matched the pace of Castiel's cock in his ass. "Fuckfuck, Dean. Want you to open yourself up for me with that dildo. God, that'd be so hot...ugh fuck! Ne-next time, that's what we're gonna do."
Dean's orgasm caught him completely off guard, mostly because it felt like all of the air was being forced out of his lungs as his shoulders arched off the bed with an unbidden moan, but definitely, for sure partially because he hadn't been expecting Cas to want a next time and oh fuck, did Dean ever want a next time. He would probably cheerfully sell his sister to the circus for a next time with the punk who's thrusts had started to falter when Dean's come had streaked out over his chest.
His vision swam as he fought for breath, tears sliding out of the corners of his eyes as he continued to ride out the aftershocks of his orgasm. If he were able to form a single coherent thought, Dean would probably be embarrassed that he was practically crying, but right then he didn't even care because Cas was groaning low and feral above him like the beautiful force of nature that he was; hips snapping forward with enough strength to make his teeth rattle before he felt the pulse and throb of the punk coming inside him.
Dean was sure there would be bruises in the morning, but when Castiel folded himself down gracefully on top of him after carefully pulling out, uncaring of the sticky mess covering his chest and hand to catch his lips in a kiss, it was honestly the least of his concerns. In fact, the only concern that Dean had was that his tongue felt too fuzzy and pleasantly numb to kiss the other man as thoroughly as he wanted to; settling for a languid press of lips together that seemed practically geriatric when compared to the rest of the kisses they had shared as they caught their breath back. It also meant he couldn't talk, which was probably for the best since he was bound to either blurt something embarrassing or break the news to the punk that did in fact still remember his name, just maybe not his middle name.
"Holy fuck," Castiel murmured, earning a hum from Dean who could more than agree with the punk's sentiment as Cas slid off of his chest to lay curled against his side. "That was...wow. That was sex for sure."
Dean huffed out a tired chuckle as he turned to face the other man, sighing in contentment when Castiel carefully plucked his glasses off his face and placed them on the nightstand next to the bed, he was only mildly surprised that they had stayed on that whole time. Cas nosed at his jaw for a couple of minutes, the punk turning out to be much more of a cuddler than Dean had expected, not that he minded in the slightest, before letting out a sigh and moving to climb off the bed.
"'Sokay if I smoke in here?" the other man asked, making a face at the condom that he had just pulled off before plucking a tissue out of the box that Dean kept near the bed and getting up to toss the whole mess into the trashcan next to his desk.
Castiel had started reaching for his jeans after he asked the question, calming Dean's racing heart because for a second there he had thought that the punk was about to thank him for a great time and take off. Dean nodded quickly even though he knew that Charlie would probably complain about the cigarette smell tomorrow when she got home, he wasn't due back at work for a couple more days though so maybe he could get the place aired out in the morning before she got home and noticed. The punk smiled widely, snagging his pack of cigarettes out of his jeans before cursing over his lack of a lighter.
"Fuck," Cas stated despondently, twirling a cigarette thoughtfully between his fingers for a second before his face lit up and he raced out of the room, not bothering with any clothes which afforded Dean a distinctly pleasant view of the other man's backside as he left. A couple of minutes later the punk returned, the tip of his cigarette glowing and a triumphant smirk on his face. "I may have just used your toaster for purposes that the manufacturers never intended, hate me?"
Dean shook his head and yawned, earning a laugh from Castiel as he crossed the room to crack open one of the windows in his room that faced the side yard; settling down on the floor next to it with his back against the wall and his arms propped up on his knees so that he could regard Dean. For his part, Dean was above the moon; sated and happy and looking forward to the punk climbing back into bed with him and maybe spooning around him until they fell asleep. Just cause this wasn't serious didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy it while it lasted, for however long it lasted and it had been a long time since he had had someone stay the night. He wouldn't mind making breakfast for Cas in the morning either.
"Not much of a talker after, huh?" The punk piped from his spot by the window, the moonlight slanting off of his face so that it left his eyes shadowed from Dean's view. "Or is this the part where I'm supposed to take the hint and leave so that you don't have to kick me out?"
"No," Dean objected, wincing from how raw and hoarse his throat felt. God, had he really been that loud? "I mean, I was just wondering if you like pancakes or waffles better. So unless you're planning on leaving and then coming back for breakfast it would just be more sensible for you to stay here."
"I don't mind sleeping on the couch," Castiel said after a lengthy pause that let Dean reflect and curse himself for how stupidly hopeful he had sounded by offering the punk breakfast. Maybe Cas didn't want to stay.
"I mind," Dean replied softly, fingering a loose thread on his comforter that he was definitely going to have to wash tomorrow. "I mean, if you want to sleep in here...then um...I want you to."
Dean was pretty sure the other man was desperately trying to think of an exit strategy, some way that he could leave without hurting his feelings and he was already composing the cool way he would accept Cas's brush off until he could break down privately after the punk left. But all he heard was a hum of acknowledgement from Cas before he saw the soft red flare of light from the other man taking a drag off his cigarette before stubbing it out on the outer windowsill. After that all he had was a lapful of sinewy punk climbing over him and squirming into the narrow space closest to the wall before Cas was fluffing up the flattened pillows there and plopping down with a cheeky grin on his face.
"You're staying then?" Dean asked, dumbfounded because he had really expected Cas to leave even though it was the last thing that he wanted.
"I kick, I snore, and I talk in my sleep," the punk said evenly, his expression turning flat and serious save for one dark eyebrow that arched and gave him away. "Is that going to be a problem?"
"Only if you're okay with me drooling all over you," he answered, a sudden urge to touch driving him to reach out to twine his fingers through the other man's; Cas just smiled brilliantly at him and squeezed his hand, planting a soft kiss on Dean's knuckles before relaxing even more into the pillows.
"Drool all you want," Castiel said softly, closing his eyes as he pulled Dean's hand closer to tuck it against his chest. "I'm from San Pedro, I was practically born on the beach. We're golden."
"I have no idea what any of that means," Dean muttered, stifling another yawn against the pillows before he inched a little closer to Cas until their legs were tangled together and he shut his eyes. "But you can tell me in the morning."
"Waffles," the punk mumbled in reply and all Dean could do was smile.
Author Note: Yes, I realize this chapter is pretty much half as long as the last one. Yes, I realize how much that sucks, yes I suck. But I'm also moving this week and have done zero packing so I'm putting a hold on updates until next week and I wanted to get something for this out before ya'll had to wait any longer. Also I wanted to end with more fluff/happy and if I had kept going it would've become either monstrous or a cliffhanger. This way I get some packing done and you guys aren't left in too much suspense, fair? I hope so. Anyway, the love on this fic has blown my mind, you're all awesome and lovely and yea, ugh. I love writing this fic and your responses honestly make me WANT to update this one more. So yea, til next week lovelies.
