"Yes, Dean," Cas answered, sitting up straight, "I placed it in the trunk."
The phone rang again as Dean sat staring at Cas. He had assumed Cas had made his clothes disappear forever, but perhaps he'd only 'poofed' them elsewhere.
"Well, give it here," Dean replied, reaching to put the half eaten pie in the front seat, "It might be Sam."
He watched as Cas hesitantly held out an open hand. His jacket appeared there, just in time for the phone to ring yet again. It was obvious that Cas didn't want him to answer it. But Dean knew that if Sammy was in trouble and he didn't picked up the phone, he'd never hear the end of it. After digging out the cell phone, Dean sighed before pressing the button.
"Hello?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound like he'd been having rough, hot sex all day.
"Dean, hey. Where are you man? I thought you said you were going to get gas and come back," Sam said. He sounded groggy, as if he'd been sleeping.
"Uhh, yeah, well I...ran into Cas and he wanted some, er, help with some stuff," Dean replied.
As Dean heard Sam sigh with aggravation on the line, Cas leaned back in toward him, returning his mouth to his neck and his hands to roam over his bare chest. Dean closed his eyes at the feeling. His body wanted to feel it but his mind needed to converse with his brother.
"Well, Bobby just called me and said that James, that hunter we were going to get help from, is gone now. He skipped town when he heard we were coming to talk to him. What does that sound like to you, Dean? Bad mojo or do you think a demon got to him and..."
As Sam rambled on in Dean's ear, Cas's lips trailed down his collar bone, slowly kissing their way across his chest. The angel's hands were slowly pushing the coat off his shoulders and tugging it down his arms. Dean was surprised to feel blood beginning to flow toward his dick. Again. How was Cas able to keep getting him hard like this? Maybe he was the Magic Man that Heart was singing about...
"What do you think, Dean?" Sam asked.
Dean tried to shake himself out of his daze as he felt Cas's hands sliding along his thighs.
"Uhh, yeah. Right. We should do exactly what you said," Dean answered, though he wasn't sure what Sam had really said.
"I didn't suggest anything," Sam interjected, his voice housing suspicion, "What are you doing right now? Where are you?"
"I'm, uh, driving. Driving, Sammy. On interstate...um, what interstate was it," Dean gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from Cas.
"Seventy-one?" Sam offered.
"Yes," Dean answered, "Yeah, that's the one I – Gah!"
Cas's lips had closed around one of Dean's nipples, his tongue flicking against it. Dean's heart pounded as he watched; The angel's giant blue eyes stared up at Dean with sweet innocence as he rubbed his tongue against the sensitive area.
"Dean?" Sam said, having heard his outburst, "are you okay? What happened?"
"Uhhh," Dean struggled to keep his thoughts together as he felt Cas's hand brushed over his balls, "I just stubbed my toe."
"I thought you said you were driving," Sam said, the suspicion in his voice growing.
Dean knew this was getting out of hand. He had to get off the phone before Sam became aware of what was truly happening. Cas wasn't making it any easier, slowly tracing Dean's dick with the tips of his fingers.
"I am driving, Sam. And I gotta go. I just need to help Cas real quick and then I'll come back and help you, okay? Just – Ahh – uh, just gimme a little time," he asked, watching Cas stroke his dick.
There was a brief pause, in which Dean could almost imagine Sam looking at the phone with his eyes squinted. Dean tried to control his breathing; trying not to give away that he was currently being touched by an angel.
"Dean, you never answered my question from this morning," Sam said, sounding tired of Dean's shitty responses, "why was that web site up on your comp -"
"Bye, Sammy!" Dean said, instantly pressing 'end call.' He still didn't have an excuse ready for that question.
With the heat rising in him again, Dean tossed his phone into the front seat before grabbing Cas's face and plunging his mouth against his. Cas sighed with an 'mmm,' as their tongues drove together. The angel's hands seemed unsure of where to rest, constantly moving all over Dean as they kissed.
Dean twisted himself around in the seat to face forward, yanking Cas into his lap. Their hardened dicks rubbed together as Cas straddled him, and it somehow made Dean's muscles clench with erotic satisfaction. Apparently seeing the look of enjoyment that was bound to be written on Dean's face, Cas reached down to hold their joined dicks, stroking both at the same time.
Dean groaned a little as his hands found their way to Cas's hips. Watching Cas jerk both of them was almost overwhelming. If someone had told Dean a week before that today he would actually enjoy rubbing dicks together with Cas, he would have salted and burned them on the spot. Seeing and feeling it now made him realize how much he'd changed over the last...how many hours had they been going, now?
A small moan came from Cas above him. Dean looked up at Cas's wide eyes and could tell he was already close to coming. They had not even touched that much and he was already about to loose it. It struck a chord of arousal in Dean. He was oddly proud that it was him who could get Cas to come so quickly.
As he ground his hips forcefully against Dean's, Cas tilted his head back and cried out as his dick pulsed the white stuff. Dean looked down to watch it ooze onto his own dick, which was still lodged between Cas's fingers and his erection. The feeling of Cas's hot goo made him want to finish, too. He thrusted a little into his hand, using Cas's come as lubricant. His fingertips pressed hard into Cas's soft waist as he did, the look of euphoria on the angel's face helping him reach the edge.
Dean called out his name as his dick pulsed. His come splattered onto his stomach, mixing a little with Cas's. He kept thrusting until he had nothing left. Afterward, he fell back against the seat and panted. His body felt completely drained in more ways than one. He looked lazily up at Cas, who seemed to notice his exhaustion.
Instead of saying anything, Cas gently fell forward, wrapping his arms around him. Dean fought to raise a hand to hold against Cas's hot, wet back. They sat silently in this embrace for a moment as Dean caught his breath. He found that he liked feeling Cas against him, even if they weren't doing anything sexual. Just sitting here like this was nice.
But in the silence, Dean remembered Sammy. And the case they were working on. He couldn't just abandon his brother and all those people just to get laid nonstop. As tempting as it sounded, he knew it wasn't fair. With guilt laying heavy in his chest, Dean cleared his throat.
"Cas, baby," he whispered, his lips rubbing against the angel's shoulder, "we need to go back to Ohio."
(Author's Note: I'm pretty sure there's only one more chapter left, now. But do not fret, my dear followers. I feel an entire new smutty installment coming on. I'll let you know at the end of the story! Stay tuned!)
