Warning: Spoilers for movie The Mummy. And also, NSFW content.

Dean cursed himself for not making any reservations. He just didn't think they would actually fall asleep after their little romp in the bed. God, that had felt good. He had no idea it could feel like that. And the sleep afterwards had been so amazing, so relaxing, that his body just haidn't wanted him to wake up. Not until it got really hungry. But it was too late to really plan anything out, take Cas somewhere nice. Not wanting to spend another evening sitting at the couch eating takeout, or even worse, make Cas cook, Dean tried to figure something else out.

Cas was out taking a shower and Dean took that opportunity to figure out what they could do to make this night special. He really wanted to do this, for Cas. He might not be taking him to a fancy restaurant with candles and violins and all that crap, but he could still make this a great evening.

First and foremost, they would need food. Best Dean could come up with was a diner, but he really didn't feel like sitting down at some place like that, no matter how good their food was. Maybe they could take some food to go and then go somewhere nice? Somewhere outdoorsy? Like a park or something? As soon as he had that thought, Dean knew the perfect place. Cas was bound to like it there. Dean had to prepare a little for that, though, so he got out of the bed and threw some clothes on before getting out of the bedroom.

Going to the linen closet, he pulled out two blankets, one thick, soft one and another a little lighter, but just as fluffy. There was never a time he wished he had a picnic basket more like he did then, but he figured a duffle would work just the same. Just as he was about to head downstairs to the kitchen, he heard the bathroom door open and he glanced down the hall.

He would never get tired of seeing Cas fresh out of a shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, hair wet and sticking all over the place, droplets running down his smooth skin. He never thought he would feel so attracted to man, but Cas was something else. The familiar wave of arousal washed over him, making him shudder just a little, but Dean shook himself out of it. They would have time for that later.

"Gonna go down to the kitchen, grab some stuff for our date while you get dressed."

"Oh. Alright. Casual works?"

"Yup, casual and comfortable." Dean said a little nervously. He really hoped Cas would like what he had in mind. Maybe the guy was expecting something more classic, like a regular date, for them to go out to a restaurant, and Dean really hoped he wouldn't be disappointed. The bright, happy smile Cas gave him helped a great deal to restore some of his confidence and Dean took a deep breath before he turned and walked downstairs.

He grabbed a few interesting things from the kitchen and placed them in the duffle with great care; some of those things were fragile and he didn't really want any glass pieces on their blanket. Feeling good about his choices, about his little ideas, he gently settled the full duffle by the front door and went back upstairs to take his own shower and get dressed. He quickly washed himself off and hurried to the bedroom, thinking Cas was probably waiting for him downstairs, but when he entered the room, there was Cas, standing in front of a mirror that wasn't big enough to show the entire figure, but it came with the house, so Dean never bothered to buy a new one.

He was wearing one of Dean's old jeans, the deep blue ones and a plain, light blue shirt they got him a while back. He was looking around the wardrobe, trying to find something, but when he noticed Dean enter, he stopped and looked a little nervous. "I… I'm not sure what to… What to top this with."

Dean smiled at him, then gave him a flirtatious onceover, his heart already beating rapidly since he entered the room and saw Cas dressed like that. He always liked how good Cas looked in his clothes, but this seemed different, more… Possessive. Dean was never really the jealous type, he liked to show off, liked when people saw him with a girl and thought how lucky he was. But this was not the same. This was… Something else.

He might have swayed his hips a little as he walked over to the wardrobe, and was delighted when Cas' eyes roamed across his bare chest and when he so obviously frowned at the towel that was obstructing his view. Dean pulled out his old dark-brown leather jacket.

"No, Dean. I couldn't, that's…"

"I want to see you in it. It'll look amazing with this combination." He said and just watched as Cas put it on. The guy gave him a sheepish, uncertain look, but Dean was already severely affected by the sight. "No, nope. Take it off."

"Take it all off. Let's ditch the date and get back to bed." Dean joked, laughing as it dawned on Cas what he was trying to say, then stopped to give a real compliment. "You look absolutely amazing." Cas blushed, ducking his head for a moment, unable to meet Dean's gaze. The thought that Cas was expecting something different from this date surfaced again, but Dean still hoped he would like it.

"What about you? If I take your jacket, what will you wear?" Cas asked, and without waiting for an answer, he turned towards the wardrobe. He pulled out those tight black jeans he liked seeing Dean in and a black shirt. Lastly, he pulled out one of his jackets - a black varsity jacket with red sleeves. He turned towards Dean and licked his lips. "Yes, this… This will work. Put this on, I'll wait for you downstairs."

But instead of going straight downstairs, Cas stepped closer to Dean, those cobalt blue eyes boring into his with such intensity, it was as if they could see all the way to his soul. Or maybe it was the desire inside of him that had Dean gulping, tongue darting to lick his dry lips. He gasped, nearly letting out a startling yelp when he felt a hand on his bare chest, and then Cas was leaning in, closing the space between them. Dean's lips parted in anticipation of a kiss, but Cas went right past them and to Dean's neck, inhaling deeply before placing one gentle kiss right under his ear. The next second he was gone, and Dean's mind was still swimming, pleasantly buzzed. Why was that so intense?

Dean tried to shake it off as he got dressed, but his mind kept circling back to Cas' eyes, to the things he thought he had seen in them, to Cas' touch and even to what they did before their nap. Dean actually started to wonder why he wasn't freaking out about any of it, but decided that probably meant he was okay with it happening between him and Cas. He did love him after all. He never felt like this towards anyone, not even his long term exes. He was sure it didn't mean he was suddenly gay, maybe not even that inbetween thing, what's it called? Bisexual? No, he was pretty sure this was just about Cas.

And as long as it all felt good, the labels didn't really matter.

Dean coming down the stairs with Cas watching his descent made him feel like Laney from She's all that, complete with that Kiss me song echoing in his ear and fuck, could he be more of a highschool teenage girl?! Cas smiled at him like he knew exactly what Dean was thinking. But then bit down on his lower lip and Dean had no idea if it was to stop himself from laughing or to ground himself from the desire that was more than evident in his eyes. This was definitely going to be one charged evening.

They kept smiling at each other all the way to the car and even a good few minutes into the ride. Dean low key hated that he had to focus on the road and that he couldn't soak in Cas' gaze, but he needed to get them to their first location. A few minutes before they reached the diner, Dean cleared his throat, and tried to relax, not let the nerves seep into his words.

"So, I, um… I didn't make any reservations, but I do have a plan. So just bear with me, okay?" Dean said mere moments before they pulled up into a diner parking lot. Cas had a small smile on his face that soon morphed into a surprised expression as Dean asked him to stay in the car, apologizing for having to leave him for a few minutes. There was curiosity there when he returned with two bags of take out and a bag from the small store right next to the diner, but in the end, Cas didn't ask, didn't comment.

Dean didn't know if that was a good thing or not, but he hoped it was.

Took them another twenty minutes to reach the place he had in mind, but the second he parked the car and glanced Cas' way, Dean relaxed, seeing the guy smiling widely. This was a good idea, Dean still tried to convince himself. Cas slowly got out of the car, looking over the meadow below them and the starry night above. They were just outside of town on a hill that overlooked some empty fields to the left and the whole city to the right. Dean made quick work of setting down the thick blanket on the most even surface he could find, a perfect spot for stargazing. He pulled out two towels from the duffel and set the food containers on them. Opening the bag from the grocery store, Dean pulled out two bottles of some fancy beer he found, called Staropramen (according to the store manager it was supposed to be very good) and then he pulled out two long glasses from the duffle. It wasn't really champagne, but it was a little more sophisticated than just drinking out of the can. Lastly, he took out a little shot glass and placed in it a little flower he picked up in their front lawn.

"Dinner is served." He said, motioning at the set up and felt really glad Cas was smiling, obviously thrilled by the idea.

"Dean, this is amazing. It's… God." The wide smile turned a little wobbly and Dean froze for only a moment, not sure what was happening. Cas' eyes were watery when lifted his gaze up, like he was trying to stop the tears from spilling and Dean had no idea what he did wrong or why Cas was suddenly reacting like this. The need to comfort him was overwhelming, so he stepped closer and Cas instantly fell into his embrace. He was shaking and breathing hard and Dean was so worried, but at the same time he didn't want to push, so he shoved all the questions aside and just held Cas tight, letting him, hopefully, find comfort in his arms.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I am ruining this…" Cas said after a moment, his voice breaking a little, rough with the emotions that overwhelmed him.

"Hey, no, it's okay. You're not. I'm just.. I'm sorry if this triggered anything." Dean said, trying to sound soothing. His hand was already running circles in the man's back, hoping to provide comfort and ease whatever pain Cas must be feeling.

"It's not… It didn't trigger anything, not like that." Cas said and slowly pulled away, but still remained close, so Dean didn't let his hands drop off his body. "I just… I have been through so much and I stopped… Long time ago I stopped dreaming that someday I might… That I might come close to being happy. And this… This made me realize that I am, in fact, happy and I just… Thank you, Dean. Thank you for everything." Dean was a little relieved these were more happy tears and that he wasn't hurting, but then he said that last thing, he thanked Dean and those words cut right through him.

"I…" He tried, the words getting stuck in his too tight throat. He pulled away, Cas' embrace suddenly becoming too hot, too itchy, too… too much. "You got nothing to thank me for."

"But I do. You made me so happy, you are the reason I…"

"I am the reason you suffered." Dean said, hating how cold he sounded. He was trying so damn hard to fix the things he broke, to help Cas, that somewhere along the way, he forgot what started it all. Well, he didn't forget, he just forgot to feel guilty about it. And now that guilt was back tenfold. Because no matter what he did, no matter how much he tried, it would never be enough. It would never fix what had happened.

"No." Cas said with such determination, such conviction, that it instantly broke Dean's downward spiral, leaving him to hold his breath, his mind on standby as it waited to hear what Cas would say. "You're not. Jimmy is the reason I suffered. Jimmy and life in general and even… A few of those women he had hurt. But not you. You are the reason I stopped suffering."

"You are the reason I cried with happiness for the first time since I remember. You are the reason I feel… Free. I know this was hard on you and that it is still eating you up, but I want you to know that I don't blame you. I never did and I never will. For me, you did nothing wrong. But I understand you feel like you did and I want you to know that… Even though I really don't think there is anything to forgive, I… I do. Forgive you. I love you, Dean."

Dean didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do. The guilt eased just a little, but it still lingered as Dean just stared at Cas for a few moments until Cas pulled him back into his embrace. After he let himself be led and lowered to the blanket and Cas pulled up their food, filling their glasses with beer. He handed Dean his burger and gave him a soft look as he bit into his. Dean mimicked the action, sinking his teeth into a still warm bun, tasting the meat and the cheese and that special sauce. The second he swallowed and the food hit his hungry belly, he felt a little better. Taking a few more bites and washing it down with, he had to admit it, pretty amazing beer, his mood started to improve.

"Sorry, I…"

"It's okay." Cas interrupted. "Like I told you before, we can't choose our triggers." He glanced at Dean and gave him a small smile before he lifted his head up. Dean only then realized Cas had been looking at the stars as he waited for Dean to process his internal panic attack, to let the words Cas said to him sink in. He felt a little bad for freaking out on him and ruining the moment.

"They are beautiful. I never remember to look up." It didn't take much for Dean to realize Cas was talking about the stars. Dean looked up as well, taking in the vastness of the dark sky dotted with stars, like little lights shining in the distance. It felt strangely comforting to look at them and know they are millions of miles away and he could still see them. Guess he too should be looking up a little more often.

"Mghm. These burgers are amazing." Cas brought Dean back to the ground and he glanced his way. Seeing him chew, mouth full, his cheek seemed almost ready to burst made Dean smile in affection. "Umg, good thing you bought fries, I love these curly ones."

"I love you too." Cas looked back at Dean and gave him one of those big smiles of his, not showing teeth, but gums - it was so adorable. "I also got you some more of that special sauce they had, here…" Dean added, pulling out a small container from the take out bag.

"Oh, thank you. I really like this, I just can't figure out what it's made of." Cas said, putting the sauce on his curly fries, then taking one of those and eating it with a pleased hum.

"I also got some desert."

"Pie?" Cas asked, looking excited, and it made Dean chuckle.

"No, they were all out, and also, it's kind of bleh compared to Jack's. I think he ruined the other pies for me." Dean explained, taking out another container from the takeout bag. "I got cake instead."

The pout on Cas' face was both so unexpected and so adorable, Dean burst out laughing. At this point, he was pretty sure he ruined Cas too, at least when it came to pies. The thought had him considering his little spiral from a moment ago. Cas was right.

He was happy here with Dean, maybe even the happiest he had ever been. And Dean helped make that happen. And sure, he would never stop beating himself up over what had happened with Bela. But he knew now that no matter how much he wanted to, he could never go back in time and fix that. He could never fix the past. But he could do something about the present.

They spent the next hour finishing their meal and enjoying the view, talking about silly things and deep serious topics; it was always so easy to talk to Cas. They talked about Dean's job and about Jack's bakery and Cas starting out there on Monday. It was clear Cas was really nervous, but equally excited about it and he gave Dean a huge smile and a kiss when Dean offered to come by after lunch, so that they could share Cas' break together.

Cas snuggled very close after they packed up and got back on the road. Dean threw one arm around him and smiled when Cas let out a little content sigh.

"Where are we going?" Cas asked after Dean took a different turn.

"What, did you think I'd just take you to a picnic and drag you back to bed?" Dean teased. He had thought of another idea and he had been certain Cas would like this one even better than the dinner under the open sky, but considering how amazing tonight's sky was… Guess he would see.

Cas started chuckling the minute he saw the big sign for the drive-in, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't figure out what movie they were screening. Dean got them some popcorn, M&Ms and sodas, then settled in the driver's seat with Cas excitedly bunching next to him.

"Oh, come on, tell me. I've never been to one of these. Oh, are we supposed to stay silent, even though nobody could hear us? How are we going to hear what's going on on the screen? Is it an action movie? No, probably an adventure, like Indiana Jones, you like that one." Cas kept talking, babbling, then suddenly stopped, probably when he noticed the amused and affectionate smile on Dean's face.

"Alright. Yeah, it's an adventure, actually it is kind of like Indiana Jones, now that I think about it." Dean said, finding parallels between the two of his favorite movies. Guess he took a liking for archeology adventures, go figure.

"Oh my God, how did you know?" Cas squealed, startling Dean. He was confused, he had no idea what Cas was talking about and it must have shown on his face, because Cas chuckled nervously and blushed a little before he explained. "I got a thing for Brendan Fraser."

"Seriously?" Dean was astounded. He hadn't seen the actor in many movies, but he knew he was in Doom Patrol and there was that nuclear bunker romcom he would never admit to have seen. While his acting was okay, the guy didn't stand out much.

"Yeah, seriously. Have you seen him smile? He has dimples… You should see how he looks in George of the Jungle." Cas said, still blushing, but a lot more animated now and Dean had to suppress his laughter at his boyfriend fangirling over an actor. Cas must have noticed him trying not to laugh, because he scoffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Sorry, sorry. Just - you're really adorable drooling over an actor like this." Dean knew his attempt at an apology failed when Cas gave him a stink eye.

"You're the one to talk, Mrs Harison Ford. You're even worse. Oh, and that 'dreamy' doctor from that show you watch? I have to pick your jaw off the floor whenever he takes off his coat or they show his boots." Cas threw back, but his whole demeanor changed; he wasn't pouting at Dean anymore. Instead he had a light smile on his face and looked a little relaxed.

"Hey, I don't drool over the boots!" Dean countered, but the smile on his face hopefully conveyed this was all just good fun. It was at that point that the lead actress decided to use the library's tall shelves as dominos and make a huge mess. Both of them burst out laughing and stopped teasing each other to focus on the movie.

After a few minutes, Cas leaned on Dean's shoulder and Dean slung his arm over him, amused at how not awkward it seemed. He had tried to do this to a girl or two when he was young, and he always found himself sitting stiff, too worried about how the girl would react, worried about being pushed away, but not now. In a heartbeat, he was relaxed and smiling, watching Brendan, or Rick Connel getting hanged. Dean had to admit, he did have a nice smile and nice eyes, even if they were a little bulging. And he had to agree with Evy, he did clean up nicely. Very nicely.

There were moments when they laughed, and moments when they were on the edge of their seats, metaphorically speaking. Dean was so comfortable, sitting back in his car with Cas tucked to his side, just enjoying the movie, chuckling and commenting. It was somewhere around the time that Evy got drunk that Cas turned and nuzzled under Dean's jaw, planting a few soft kisses there. A rush of desire went through him, making him shudder. He could feel Cas smiling into his skin then returning to his teasing kisses. Were they going to go there?

Even though they were in the car, they were still in semi-public and there were other cars near, not too close, but not far enough for them to not be noticed if they decided to fool around a little. But Cas kept kissing him and Dean didn't really want him to stop, feeling tingly all over. He was quickly becoming hard in his pants, borderline uncomfortable, so he squirmed a little, just to take the pressure off.

"Casss…" Dean panted out, mind fuzzy. He clumsily reached and brought Cas' face up, needing to feel his lips, to taste him, to kiss him. It only took a few seconds before Cas opened up for him and Dean's tongue slid into his mouth, licking, exploring, caressing. Their make out session was rudely interrupted by a manager banging on their window. Dean nearly shouted at the guy to go fuck off, irritated that he had the audacity to stop them and to touch his car, but one look at the embarrassed, blushing Cas made him pause. Fuck, he looked so hot and cute like this, it was a strange combination. Strange, but highly arousing.

"Maybe we should watch the rest of the movie." Cas said, but the look in his eyes clearly stated that he wanted to do something else. Still, Dean nodded and settled back to watch the movie, feeling a little smug at Cas trying to figure out if he should come close to him again or if he should stay away. Eventually, he reached and took Cas' hand in his, holding it and caressing the back with his thumb. Cas gave him a small smile and they stayed like that till the rest of the movie.

Once it ended and they were on the road back home, Cas came closer again. His hand was on Dean's knee at first, then slowly started moving upwards, bringing Dean's dick back to life. He returned to kissing his neck, nibbling at Dean's skin there, making him shiver with arousal once again. Cas practically plastered himself to Dean, hand on his crotch, gopping him. They were over half an hour away from home, but it seemed that Cas couldn't wait that long.

"Pull over." He ordered, and Dean immediately obliged, swirling his car to the first dirt road they came across. The second he put it in park, Cas was all over him. He somehow managed to swing a leg over Dean and straddle him, bringing their crotches together, while kissing the living daylights out of him. Dean's hands immediately landed on Cas' hips, holding him steady. One of Cas' hands slipped behind Dean's neck to hold him in place while Cas practically fucked his mouth, while the other slid down Dean's side, ripped his jacket open and slipped under his shirt.

Dean was turned on beyond belief. Cas acting like this, demanding and just taking what he wanted, it shouldn't feel this hot, but it was. Dean didn't manage to break the kiss, so instead he said right into Cas' mouth: "Backseat?"

Instead of getting off of Dean and stepping outside to reenter at the back, Cas flung himself across the front seat. Dean was just about to break into hysterical laughter, but Cas reached and pulled him, smacking their mouths together as he practically hauled him over. Fuck, Dean's dick hurt from how hard it was pushing the inside of his pants. He fumbled with the button and managed to pop it open when Cas batted his hand away and proceeded to take him out himself.

Dean groaned at the sensation of Cas's fingers wrapping around his aching dick, throwing his head back when he started stroking him. Cas immediately latched onto his neck, sucking hickeys into his skin, marking him. Fuck he was so possessive and Dean loved it.

Dean tried to return the favor, managing to cup Cas' erection, but that was as far as he got before Cas moved out of the way. Never breaking his mission, Cas used his free hand to help Dean out of his pants, even going so far as to completely free one of his legs.

"Fuck, Cas-"

"Can I touch you?" Cas paused, lifting his head up to meet Dean's gaze, a little too serious for the given situation.

"Isn't it a little, um - late? to ask me that? With your hand around my dick and all." Dean tried to smirk, but a few harsher tugs of his dick had him moaning like a freaking popstar.

"I mean, can I finger you?"

"Oh, hell yeah." Dean was blushing a little at the direct question, but he figured he better get used to it. When he was with girls, especially when he was younger, there was a lot of fumbling and he mostly tried to make them feel good, but if there was something a girl didn't like, she would just move his hand or mouth away.

This was different. In fact, Dean was kind of glad Cas asked, not knowing if he would tense up if the guy did that unexpectedly and potentially ruin this amazing moment. Because Cas was like that, Dean was sure if that happened, Cas would immediately stop and back away. That was definitely not what Dean wanted.

Cas smiled at him before lowering his gaze to Dean's parted lips, looking at them with such intensity that Dean felt them run dry. He was so caught up staring back at Cas that he totally missed when Cas' free hand moved, one finger brushing over Dean's lower lip. His breath hitched when that finger dipped inside, but he immediately wrapped his tongue around it, putting light pressure on the pad.

Cas bit down on his lower lip. Hard.

He let that finger roam Dean's mouth while he went back to covering every inch of Dean's skin with kisses and light nibbles, quickly making his way down Dean's body. Just as he was getting dangerously close to Dean's dick, he pulled away and took his spit slicked finger out of Dean's mouth.

"Oh, fuck." Dean let slip, figuring out that not only did they not have any lube here, but that it was the reason why Cas had his finger in Dean's mouth. That finger was going into Dean again.

Cas stared intensely at him as he circled his hole only once before he let the tip of his finger dip inside. His other hand was still on Dean's dick, stroking him excruciatingly lightly. Dean's mouth parted in a breathy moan, and as much as his eyes wanted to slip close and just let Dean feel it all, he couldn't stop gazing into those cobalt blues.

Cas pushed in and pulled out, again and again, faster with each movement, doubling down on the speed of his stroking. Dean cried out when he brushed over his prostate, but Cas didn't let him rest, doing it over and over and over again until Dean was a quivering mess.

And then the fucker leaned in and swallowed Dean's dick whole. His orgasm erupted out of him, his whole body buzzing with pleasure. Dean screamed at the intensity of it, the length of it as Cas kept fucking him with that finger and sucking his dick energetically. It never lasted this long and by the time Dean managed to resurface from his orgasmic daze, Cas had already cleaned him up, dressed him and tucked his dick back into Dean's pants. How he managed to maneuver him in such a confined space without Dean even realizing what was happening was a complete mystery.

"Fuck, that was-"

"Good?"

"-amazing! Totally blew my mind."

"I'm glad." Cas ducked his head, smiling and blushing. Dean was still baffled how the man managed to go from being so commanding and stern to this blushing cute thing and why Dean loved seeing both versions so much. Cas moved a little, pressing his hand down on himself, on his still very much hard cock and grunted a little, then bit down on his lower lip. He didn't meet Dean's gaze, just sat there awkwardly, like he was trying really hard not to touch himself.

"Your turn."

"It's fine, I-"

"Do you not want to, or… What's going on, Cas?" Dean was confused and wasn't really sure if he was just too dazed by what just happened to read the situation right.

"Nothing, nothing's going on. I mean, you don't have to…"

"You really think I would do anything because I felt I had to? Well… Okay, yeah, you might be a little right, but not this. You make me feel so good and I want to make you feel good too. And it's okay if, for whatever reason, you don't want me to touch you, you can just jerk off or something, as long as it feels good. You don't even have to do it in front of me, just…"

"You'd like that? Watch me jerk off?" Cas asked, sounding a little breathless. Dean paused only for a split second, imaging the guy just sitting in the back of Dean's car, his hand pumping his big, red cock, precome dribbling while his head was thrown back exposing the long line of his neck, planes of skin Dean's hands would twitch to touch, his lips would twitch to taste.

"Yes." His mouth responded, completely unbidden. Cas' breath hitched and he visibly shuddered, lips twitching into a half smile. "But I would also like to touch you. Jerk you off… Taste you." As soon as he said it, he started to once again wonder what it would feel like to take Cas' cock in his mouth. Would it be weird? Would he like that? He knew he generally liked to give pleasure, so maybe he would enjoy seeing or feeling Cas fall apart over something Dean did to him.

"Oh, fu…" Cas tried, swallowing hard mid sentence as his eyes slipped closed. His hand squeezed his dick hard, he was obviously very affected by all of this.

"Can I? Taste you?" Cas' eyes flew open, wide, staring at him with disbelief for a few moments. Dean reached for his pants, popping the button off, constantly watching for Cas' reaction, a single movement that would indicate he wanted Dean to stop. There was none.

Cas' breath hitched audibly when Dean's fingers curled around him, a sentiment Dean shared. He gently pulled him out, still not breaking eye contact. Last few times Dean thought about this, he took too long, stared at Cas' dick and made him feel uncomfortable, so he decided he won't do that this time. He had touched him there before, the cock always feeling huge in his hand, even if he was the same size as Dean.

Dean lowered himself, maintaining eye contact for as long as he could before the angle became too awkward. He licked his lips and kept going, feeling the tip of Cas' cock brush against his lower one. His tongue darted out over his lower teeth to ease the way, mouth parting just enough to take the head of his cock and within a second or two, Dean was sliding down Cas' shaft.

He barely made it halfway down; he didn't even get to think of how much he would be able to fit into his mouth before Cas was forcing his head back up and away, crying out and tensing as white come erupted out of his cock. Dean felt a little bit of it landing on his lip and his tongue instinctively darted out to lick it off. And Cas saw. A little whine escaped him seconds before he was lurching forward and yanking Dean into a fierce kiss, a kiss so hot, Dean felt his own dick twitch with interest.

He only got a little taste and it was weird, and not really all that good, but it didn't really matter. If that was the reaction Cas had, it was more than worth it. Sure, Cas was clearly aroused by what they did before, but damn, Dean barely took him in his mouth and then he was cumming, hard just from the feel of Dean's mouth on him. Fuck, that was hot. No wonder Cas liked to do it to him.

It was around 2 in the morning when they finally returned home, but neither of them cared. It was officially Sunday and they could sleep in and just relax the rest of the day. It was the best date Dean had ever been on, and, judging by the everlasting grin on Cas' face, he felt the same. They made out a little more as they stripped each other and then made out a little more once they laid down on their bed before finally falling asleep completely wrapped around one another.