Dean sat at the table in the dining room late that evening, nursing a beer and checking his watch every few minutes. Where the hell was Cas? He wouldn't leave him like this and run off to fight the battle, right?
Sam walked by the door, and poked his head in.
"I'm going to bed. For real this time," he said.
Dean just nodded.
"Is everything okay?" Sam asked, coming into the room.
"Yeah, Sammy," Dean said, knowing the danger he would be in the next morning and not wanting to worry Sam.
"If you're sure," Sam said, backing away. "But Dean, don't do anything stupid. I know you, you're planning something."
"Ah hell, Sam, I'm not planning anything."
"Yeah, sure. I believe you," Sam said, walking back out of the room. "Just know you aren't alone. You've got me, and Cas too."
"Thanks, man. 'Night," Dean said.
"No problem. See you in the morning."
Dean stiffened as his brother walked out of the room. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but at least Sam would be safe.
A fluttering of wings announced Cas' arrival.
"I was starting to get worried you were going without me," Dean said with a small attempt at a smile.
"I would prefer to, but since you will find your way in somehow, it seemed futile to try to leave you. You are much safer coming in with me than tumbling into a battle on your own."
"What are the odds of this going in our favor?" Dean asked.
"About as good as our odds ever are," Cas said.
Dean nodded grimly. That wasn't a good sign. He decided the best thing to do was distract himself.
"Well, we might die tomorrow," Dean said, standing up to stretch and wrap Cas in his arms. "I know how I'd like to spend my last hours."
He kissed Cas gently on the mouth, reveling in the feeling of being so close to the angel he loved. Cas pulled him closer, and Dean grinned against his mouth. He enjoyed Cas holding him like this. Cas turned his head to deepen the kiss, and Dean realized where this would be heading. Dean smoothed his hands up Cas' arms before slipping them under the trench coat. He pushed it back off Cas' shoulders, and Cas shrugged out of it, letting it fall.
Dean and Cas fumbled with each other's clothes, stripping down naked in record time. Dean pulled Cas close to feel the warmth of his body. He planted kisses up and down the angel's neck, nibbling his way across his collarbone. Cas gave a small gasp and scratched his fingernails down Dean's back, squeezing his ass slightly. Dean grunted and picked Cas up. Cas wrapped his legs around Dean's waist, their erections rubbing against each other.
Dean walked forward and lay Cas down on the kitchen table. Cas tensed slightly at the cold feeling on his back, but relaxed when Dean began kissing his way down his body. He swirled his tongue over each one of Cas' nipples, making the man groan and close his eyes. Dean smiled at his reaction, continuing the agonizingly slow march down Cas' torso. He reached Cas' hard cock at last, but kissed around it, biting and nibbling as he went. Cas started writhing underneath of Dean.
"Oh, please," he gasped, thrusting into air.
"What do you want?" Dean asked playfully, licking a quick stripe up Cas' dick.
"Your mouth," Cas said.
Dean immediately swallowed Cas up, willing himself not to gag as he took the angel in his mouth. Cas gasped loudly and thrust into Dean's mouth. Dean began to move, pinning Cas' hips down as he slid his mouth up and down, baring his teeth at the top. Cas was making deliciously erotic sounds, and they were making Dean hard as hell. Suddenly, Cas sat up, grabbed onto Dean's shoulders, and forced him down on the table instead.
Positioning himself between Dean's legs, he began to work his hand over Dean's rock hard dick, sliding it up and down at a furious pace. Dean's eyes rolled back, and he realized how turned on he was by Cas' show of dominance.
"Cas, baby," Dean moaned. Cas grunted in response, and leaned forward to put his mouth over the tip of Dean's cock.
He sucked hard as he worked his hand, his tongue flicking over the tip. Dean was dizzy from the pleasure. He moaned, raking his fingers through Cas' hair, and wanting more.
"I can give you more, if that's what you want," Cas said, coming off of Dean's dick with a small pop.
Dean nodded. He wanted it so badly.
"I won't hurt you. You just have to trust me."
"I do," Dean said honestly, and Cas smiled.
Cas put a finger in his mouth and began to suck, getting it wet. Dean watched in a daze. Cas moved the finger out of his mouth and pressed it against Dean's entrance.
Oh, fuck, Dean thought. I'm going to be a bottom. And it's sexy as hell.
Cas pushed his finger in and Dean moaned in pleasure at the sudden intrusion.
"Is that okay?" Cas asked, but Dean simply groaned in response.
Cas added another finger, scissoring the opening wider. He grabbed Dean's cock in his hand as well. He pumped his fingers into Dean, mirroring his movements on Dean's dick.
Dean writhed and moaned under Cas.
"More," he begged.
Cas pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at Dean's entrance. Slowly, making sure he wasn't hurting him, Cas eased into Dean. Dean grunted his approval, and Cas continued to push in until he was fully sheathed in Dean.
Dean couldn't believe how good it felt to be this utterly full of Cas. He locked eyes with the man, practically begging him to move. Cas gave a half-smile, and moved back before slamming into Dean again. The action sent a pulse of heat through Dean's dick. He moaned loudly.
"Don't stop," Dean said.
Cas couldn't hold back anymore. He began to thrust rapidly into Dean, who grasped onto the table with his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth. Cas gave one hard thrust and hit something deep inside of Dean. Dean's eyes widened and he gasped loudly.
Cas pumped into Dean faster, hitting his sweet spot over and over.
"Cas, please…I'm going to come," Dean said, and Cas could feel his muscles tightening.
Cas reached up and grasped Dean's cock, moving up and down in time to the rhythm of his thrusting.
"Ah!" Dean yelled as he came, shooting hot white liquid all over his stomach.
The sight of Dean losing control pushed Cas past his limit.
"Dean!" Cas moaned, as he came inside of the hunter.
The two rode out their orgasms together, coming down from the high to look into each other's eyes.
"Damn, Cas, I never thought I'd like being on the bottom. We need to do that again sometime," Dean said breathlessly, sitting up on the edge of the table.
"Anytime you want," Cas said, leaning over to give Dean a kiss.
"What the hell?" a voice said from the doorway.
Dean and Cas looked up to see a very confused, and more than slightly grossed out, Bobby standing in horror before them.
A/N So this was originally meant to have more of a plot, but somehow I got off topic. And I tried to leave out the "member" word since one of my reviewers isn't into calling the male anatomy a member. I write to please you all, after all! And I'm not usually a huge fan of bottom!Dean but something tells me Cas could take control if he wanted and Dean would go with it. R/R, chapter 15 is on the way soon!