"Don't you have anything better to do than stare at me?", Dean said in way of greeting as he woke up to find Castiel wrapped bodily around him in a tight hold. The former seraph appeared to be amusing himself by counting each and every one of Dean's freckles…..again. "Don't you have god things to do? Some random smiting? A meet and greet with the pope?".
"No. If I have learned anything of value from humanity, it is how to delegate responsibility.", Castiel said in a vague tone that clearly stated that he wasn't really listening to Dean and was far more enamored with relearning every nuance of the hunter's face.
"So the well being of the universe is being left up to middle management and bureaucracy? Awesome. I feel so much better now.", Dean grumbled, making himself more comfortable in Castiel's arm. It wasn't like he was going anywhere anytime soon so he might as well not get a crick in his neck from Castiel's form of cuddling which he apparently learned from sloths or leeches because being spooned by god redefined the meaning of close. Dean was somewhat surprised to find that he could do so, Castiel's hold upon him loose and light enough to move around in for once.
"One of the reasons things went so awry in Heaven was due to angels being left to their own devices for far too long.", Castiel told him once the hunter had settled himself. He ruined all of Dean's efforts by turning onto his back and rolling them both, the human spilling over the top of the god's vessel. Dean grunted in irritation but readjusted so that his body covered Castiel's own, the hunter slotting himself into cut hipbones and pillowing his head, propping it up with his own crossed arms over Castiel's chest. If Castiel had been human, Dean might have been worried about his weight baring down on his chest cavity. At 6'2 and built solid by a lifetime at the job and eating diner food, Dean wasn't exactly a delicate flower. As it was though, despite Castiel being all human shaped, it felt like Dean was cuddling with a heated rock dressed in a suit and trench coat. For whatever reason, god or not, Castiel still insisted on looking like a nerdy tax accountant. Whether he knew it at the time which was doubtful, Jimmy had made a defining moment in the history of everything by deciding to wear that damn trench coat.
"Are you trying to tell me that the whole Apocalypse got jump started because a few feathered ass hats got bored?", Dean asked, idly playing with Castiel's perpetually loosened blue tie. He was starting to feel ridiculous, pretty much for the both of them. Either he was severely underdressed for bed in loose ratty sweatpants and a threadbare t-shirt or Castiel was overdressed but since he was god now, he really got to make the call of what was expectably deemed as sleepwear.
"There is some truth to the idle hands and the will of the Devil.", Castiel shrugged, the gesture too human in Dean's opinion for his liking. He felt on edge and the feeling wasn't going away. Castiel was being far too chatty and casual with him right now and Dean was feeling unusually comfortable, a feeling that was almost foreign to him. It made Dean wonder what was in store for him later on. All good things came to an end and if you were a Winchester, in their case that usually meant it would be violent, bloody, and most times, someone ended up dead or dying. As it was, this moment between them could almost be classified under the boundaries of normal, if not for their topic of conversation, one of them being completely inhuman, and oh yeah, one of them was wearing a suit to bed, but hey, nothing was perfect.
One of the best and worst things about being in a close relationship with god was that sometimes the bastard will read your mind, whether he meant to or not, Dean reflected as the offending suit went away, along with his nightwear as well. "Well, that's just…..great. Just great.", Dean muttered, glaring at Castiel who him gave a slight smile back. "So what? You gave everyone a to-do list and now everything is just peachy?". He pointedly ignored the pair of hands that traveled down to his ass and were now kneading the night chilled globes of them. Castiel's too warm hands felt ridiculous good doing that but damned if Dean was going to admit that.
"I have observed in the past that the Cupids are always the happiest out of all my brethren. I believe it is because they are never idle. Angels are most content when following orders and given tasks that they can accomplish. I have assigned every angelic being a job and now there is peace where there was only discord and discontent.", Castiel said, amusing himself by massaging Dean backside and working his way up as he popped vertebra back into alignment and worked out kinks in Dean's back to the resulting song of his sighs and moans of relief.
"What kind of job can you give an angel?", Dean asked because honestly, he was more than a touch curious and all his brain could produce was a cartoon version of Heaven as a job fair filled with desperate angels filling out applications for placement and lying about their credentials. That was when his brain wasn't whiting out on itself in pleasure from Castiel's talented healing hands.
"I had to reassign the title of days considering I can no longer be the angel of Thursday, and Raphael, Uriel, Anael, and Gabriel are all dead as well leaving their days attended.", Castiel said, sounding a touch smug as he turned the once rigid hunter into a pool of human goo, Dean humming from his relaxed state of pleasure.
"Huh?", was Dean's all encompassing reply, feeling like he had just missed something important but his brain resembling mush was hindering his information processing rate. Castiel's original mantle of being Thursday's angel had always bothered Dean on so many different levels. It didn't make sense for one and it had never been clarified to the hunter what one did with a day. "How did those dicks Uriel and Raphael get days? And what the hell does that mean anyway? To be an angel of a day?"
"A lot can be done in the course of a day. You of all people should be aware of that.", Castiel said, pausing long enough in his administrations while answering to make Dean growl at him, who felt like if he was going to be treated like god's favorite teddy bear, he sure as shit was going to get something out of it.
"More that one angel is assigned to a day. A day is too great a domain for merely one angel. Since the beginning of heaven and earth, myself and Selaphiel have been the guardians of Thursday, though I have been often mistaken for Cassiel the angel of Saturday due to the similarity in our names and most human's inattention to finer details. He finds it quite amusing for some reason.", Castiel's fingers worked their way back down Dean's spine and went lower still, smoothing over the curve of his ass. Dean inhaled sharply as his flesh was parted by a firm grip on either buttock, cool night air nipping at tender bits of his anatomy that were normally hidden. A lubed finger pressed against his tingling hole, pushing in past it easily with slow, almost lazy thrusts.
"Real joker?", Dean grunted. Part of him couldn't believe he was having this type of conversation in such a perverted manner but god didn't seem to mind, so who the hell was he to judge? Although in his opinion, the instant lubrication, while appreciated, had to be considered an abuse of power.
"Hardly. He is the angel of solitude, tears, and departed kings.", Castiel mumbled, his attention more involved elsewhere.
"Sounds delightful. What else they got going for them?", Dean managed to ask as one finger became two, the digits stretching and scissoring as they went deeper in him. He didn't know why he was even bothering continuing this conversation still but it seemed weak somehow just to give up on it right now.
"Angel of the days are responsible for all humans born on that particular day. They are also entrusted with any prayers made within that time period.", Castiel seemed amused by Dean's willingness to keep this farce of an exchange up. It didn't mean he going to make it easy, the god sitting up suddenly with his busy fingers still in the hunter, his arousal nestling between Dean's butt cheeks now and spreading precome on his lower back like a tramp stamp.
"Is that all?", Dean gasped out as fingers curling in to find hidden spots inside him that nearly made him go blind with pleasure and scramble his hands over Castiel's chest to vainly seek purchase.
"Since the beginning, days have had more meaning than you think. My former domain of Thursday meant I was responsible for the care of Earth's moon, surrounding stars and the sun of this solar system.", Castiel mouthed into Dean's throat, marking the skin of it with dark love bites and a string of bruises that went all the way done to Dean's collarbones.
"Holy hell, Thursday gets all that? What does Wednesday get?", Dean retaliated by whispering into Castiel's ear, his lips grazing the shell of it teasingly as he arms wrapped tightly around Castiel's shoulders for support. Dean arched his back, crying out as a third finger was added and pressed up hard directly into his prostate. It was all too much, too soon, and even untouched, Dean shot his release on Castiel's chest in a spray of white. "Sneaky son of a bitch, you did that on purpose.", Dean rasped as he watched the milky droplets trail down from Castiel's firm pecs to coat his lean stomach.
"The Earth and all plant life growing upon it.", Castiel smirked, answering without pause as he continued to work his fingers in and out of Dean while ignoring the hunter's tired ire and the spunk that coated his flesh. "For all your association with the ethereal, you are quite ignorant of the Word. You should at least know that Father made all of creation in what you laughingly call a week of days, which is highly inaccurate. Time was still only a concept that He was toying with. It was actually much longer than that."
And all that was starting to sound way above Dean's pay grade, so he went back to basics and something that he could actually handle as he reached behind his back to stroke the hardened length being pressed up against his bottom. Casteil was almost done preparing him with four finger twisting and turning within the confines of his flesh, but the god had thrown down the gauntlet, and Dean being Dean wasn't about to give on any sort of challenge without a fight, even if it was token. "So the other angels of the days…what day was Uriel?", he managed to ask in an almost normal voice, like he hadn't just been made to cum from fingering along and said fingers weren't still working over his oversensitive nerves
"Sunday but the position was considered not well suited for him so he was eventually moved to Wednesday. He remained quite bitter about it.", Castiel mused.
"Who got Monday?", Dean had to ask because no one liked Mondays and some poor bastard of an angel had to take it.
"It belongs to Amabiel and a few others. It is a heavy mantel even distributed among others. Only one other angel has ever been able to shoulder the entire light of creation.", Castiel said solemnly, too much so for this type of situation. Dean didn't know how much more he could take, Castiel's thumb coming into play with the rest of his hand. Dean had never been fisted before and he wasn't sure if he were up to it now. He could do kinky with the best of them but he was about ready to throw in the towel here because everyone had their limits. If you looked up stubborn in the dictionary though, Dean's name could be found in the description as the prime example for it.
"Who was that BAMF?", Dean grunted, feeling the appendage slip in deeper, his own flesh a tight seal around it. He didn't realize how much he was sweating until it fell into his eyes, making his vision burn. It didn't help that Castiel was watching him as per usual taking in every detail.
"Lucifer.", Castiel answered simply.
"Oh…."
"He was called the Morningstar for a reason.", Castiel said in his disturbingly casual way in direct contrast to their current positioning.
"But…", Dean started to ask to be cut off by Castiel's lips being pressed to his own in a hungry wet kiss of teeth and tongue.
"Shut up Dean.", Castiel rasped as he drew away, slipping his hand out of Dean. "You are being ridiculous. I will never understand why you continue to fight when there is nothing to be won."
"Bragging rights.", Dean whipped, relief feeling nearly like a drug to him, making him giddy with it. Castiel shook his head, lifting the hunter up to allow his cock head to slip into Dean's softened flesh. He released his hold on Dean gradually, letting gravity do the rest of the work for him, Dean taking in his length inch by inch easily under the push of his own weight. Dean bottomed out with a gasp as he wrapped his legs around Castiel's waist, hooking his ankles together, his head flung back as he tightly grasped Castiel's shoulders for support.
Feeling swollen and too full, Dean made himself relax as he adjusted to being deep seated, the over preparation and near fisting making it much easier for him this time. Whether out of courtesy or simply because he liked the feel of Dean's stilled heat cushioned all around his cock(Dean suspected it was the later), Castiel always let him have that time, his hands stroking the hunter's sides and back with light trailing touches as Dean focused on his breathing. He began to panic when he noticed Castiel starting to lean forward, ready to change positions and place Dean on his back so that he can be fucking into the mattress.
"Hold up.", Dean shoved his weight forward like it would make any difference. Castiel allowed himself to be stopped though so Dean took his chance and ran with it. "Let me ride you. Promise you'll like it."
Castiel looked doubtful but laid back down. Breathing a sigh of relief, Dean propped himself up on his knees so that he straddled Castiel high enough that his erection threatening to fall out. Dean figured out that Castiel was less than happy about that when the god's hand settling on Dean's hips with a grip firm enough to bruise as he pushed Dean back down on top of him, the hunter crying out as his ass hit a seat of hard flesh and harder bone.
"Isn't patience still a virtue?", Dean gritted out from between clenched teeth, bracing him hands against Castiel's chest, the planes of it treacherously slick with his own cum.
"Yes, but you have already sorely tested mine at length. I do not like it when you make me hurt you.", Castiel rumbled out, releasing Dean's hips to start running his fingertips up and down the hunter's thighs, thick with muscle and sinew.
"Like I can make you do anything.", Dean snorted, testing some lower movements by shifting his hips in experimental circles. He liked how it felt to have Castiel tense up underneath him from it. Though the god's expression gave nothing away, his vessel was definitely enjoying it, reacting with tense muscles and little answering thrusts that seemed uncontrolled .
"I would not have to if you just asked me. You do not wish me to read your mind but yet you will not voice what you really want either. It is as you would call it 'a no win win'.", Castiel sighed, Dean practically seeing the air quotes the former angel loved to use inappropriately.
"Great. Next I'll be telling people I fall down the stairs and run into a door." Dean rolled his eyes as he lifted himself off enough to slam back down causing Castiel to jolt upward in reaction from it.
"I do not get the reference. Is that supposed to be funny?", Castiel muttered looking a strange mix of put out and turned on as Dean found a rhythm, his hips pistoning smoothly as Castiel thrust upward in time to his downward movement.
"No. I guess not.", Dean shrugged, losing himself to the sensations. He angled just right so that each thrust was hitting all the right spots dead on, his penis taking a renewed interesting in the proceedings. Using one hand to keep himself propped upright, Dean worked the other over his length, tugging at his flesh in time to his own movement.
"I like it when you do that. Pleasure yourself with me in you.", Castiel muttered, using his hands on Dean's hips to frame the show he was being given.
"Yeah?", Dean licked his lips, the heated puffs of his breath drying them out as they came out more rapidly than ever. "You gonna cum from watching me?".
"Would you like me to?", Castiel asked. Dean hated how calm and collected he sounded asking something like that. Here he was, sweating his ass off, his body trembling from the effort to cum again so soon, and the only marring feature that Castiel wore was Dean own spunk crusting over on his chest.
"Yes. I would like that.", Dean huffed, gripping the base of his erection to keep from coming just yet. For once, if he could manage, as gay as it sounded, he would like them to come together and afterward, just wallow in the afterglow until Dean fell back asleep.
"Then ask for it.", Castiel, the smug bastard of a god, smiled. Dean glared down at him.
"Cute. I see what you did there. ", Dean grumbled. Castiel continued to look up at him expectantly. Dean knew that the god was prepared to keep this up all night if he had to and he had the flagrant abuse of power to do so with. Dean was not without his own choice of weapons though, few and futile as they may be.
"Castiel…..", Dean began, watching as the former seraph's eyes widened at the sound of his full name coming from Dean's lips, "I would love you to some for me, sweetheart.".
That did it. For whatever reason, Castiel, god of pretty much everything now, was a sucker for terms of endearment. His back left the bed in a perfect arch, driving himself up into Dean who held on for dear life. He needn't of bothered, Castiel's hands clamping down at his sides like vices so that the god could drive himself as deep as he could into the hunter. Pleasure and pain were the same thing at this point as that part of Dean's brain fried from the sensory overload. Dean could feel, could always feel, Castiel shooting his load in him, the god's semen burning hot and staying that way as long as it was inside of him. It not so much as pushed as launched Dean over the edge, the hunter added more of himself to Castiel's chest and belly.
Dean remembered in time to catch himself with his hands before he faceplanted in exhaustion into his own cum, because some things he could live without experiencing.
"Could you….", Dean trailed off, gesturing to the mess of them. Castiel smiled lazily back at him, his too blue eyes half lidded and glowing with contentment, like alien desert suns.
"All you have to do is ask."