Disclaimer: I don't own SPN.

Just a short one tonight because not only have I just finished Avengers: Age of Ultron (WHYYYYYY DID THAT PERSON DIE) but I'm also giving the 30 Day OTP Challenge a go for the main characters of the novel I'm trying to write, because I've got a bit of writer's block with it and I hope it'll help.

Thanks to Starrya47, Perdition Raiser and masterjediratgrl31 for your reviews :)

38. Kiss partner's stomach

By the time they got back to the motel room after their afternoon at the park, Cas was almost back to normal. But Dean could tell that there was still something wrong. Not that he was surprised, really; if Cas had gotten over that angel rebellion already, he would've been very surprised and a little suspicious.

"You okay, angel?" he asked, slinging an arm around Cas' shoulders after taking his leather jacket off.

"Yes," Cas said automatically. "No. I don't know. My feelings were nowhere this complex last time I was involved in something of this sort."

The look on Cas' face was a dull punch in the gut to Dean. An idea suddenly occurred to him and he gave Cas a quick kiss on the temple before squeezing and then releasing him.

"Take off your shirts, Cas. Leave your pants on if you want."

Cas shot him a confused glance but immediately complied. The level of trust he had in Dean and the fact that such a powerful creature just obeyed him like that filled Dean with giddy warmth and he couldn't help but grin to himself like a teenage girl. Dammit, he had it bad. Sam was so going to tease him like there was no tomorrow.

"What now?" Cas said when his tie and white shirt hit the floor. Dean approached him and lifted his chin to give him a quick kiss.

"On the bed, angel. Just lie on your back."

It wasn't long before Cas was reclining back on the bed, staring at Dean in bewilderment as the man kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks before climbing on the bed with him. The first thing he did was to carefully pull Cas' shoes and socks off and throw them off the bed, not caring where they landed. He then straddled Cas' hips.

"Just relax now," he murmured, brushing his lips against Cas'. "Gonna make you feel good, okay?"

Cas nodded, reaching up to slide his hands under Dean's shirt and up his front. Dean allowed this for a moment before gently removing Cas' hands and pinning them on either side of his head.

"Please – take them off," Cas said in a slightly breathless voice. Unable to deny his angel anything, Dean tore his plaid shirt off and his T-shirt followed, leaving him in just his jeans. Before Cas could move his hands, he bent down and gently bit on the skin just above Cas' navel, sucking to ensure that he left a bright bruise.

"You're not a bad person, Cas," he said around Cas' belly. "You're awesome and badass and caring and kind and loyal. Etcetera, etcetera."

Cas let out a soft chuckle, followed immediately by a small groan as Dean started to press kisses all over his stomach.

"We've been through this, angel. You know why I – why I need you. So I'm gonna shut up and I'm just gonna kiss you until your belly's all red and you can see how awesome you are every time you look at it."

"I – I think I would like that, human."