Morning After

(summary)
Last night Dean had had another nightmare. But instead of being alone, as he first believed, he didn't have to go through it alone. Around one o'clock in the morning Castiel had come to him. After the angel had let him explain, they had fallen asleep cuddled up close to each other. As much as he disliked motels, Dean still had to admit that he didn't have that privacy like he did here in the bunker. Sam was always there. Here Sam always ran a few rounds and got 'decent' breakfast, which gave Dean up to two hours to himself in the morning. Today Castiel was there too...

(A/N)
This story is written for the Suptober 2022 prompt (October 13, 2022). It's the second part of the series 'There For You'.
Please enjoy reading! :)

(tags)
Suptober 2022 (Supernatural); Suptober (Supernatural); Morning After; Morning Sex; Boys Kissing; Boys In Love; Men Crying; Gentle Kissing; Gentle Sex; Making Love; they have a morning to themsleves; Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester; Bottoming from the Top; they missed eachother; Dean Winchester Says "I Love You"; Castiel Says "I Love You" (Supernatural); Established Relationship; Established Castiel/Dean Winchester; Castiel Loves Dean Winchester; Dean Winchester Loves Castiel; Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words; mostly; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Riding; Naked Cuddling; Cuddling & Snuggling; Prompt Fic; published without a beta

Dean woke up and looked at the alarm clock. It read 09:17. "Crap," he thought, annoyed at having slept so long. Sam would soon knock on the door and let him know that breakfast was already in the car and if they could leave soon?!

A little grumpy, he carefully disengaged himself from Castiel's arms and slipped into the small bathroom. He went to the toilet, then washed his hands and then his face. Then he ran his still wet hands through his hair, trying to put it in order a little. When he looked in the mirror, the restless night did not show at all. He turned around and left the bathroom.

As he walked towards the table, where his bag was also on a chair, because he wanted to get dressed, he noticed that there were two paper bags on it. Inwardly, he winced - Sam had been here. Dean probably hadn't heard the knocking and calling and Sam had looked in.
Dean had told Sam a little over a year ago that there was more than friendship between him and Castiel. And though Sam had since insisted that he had no problem with his brother preferring a man to women ("I want you to be happy. Just like you'd want to be for me, Dean!"), it still came through to Dean to possibly not be manly enough.

He swallowed and looked inside the bags. One was for him (large black coffee, bacon & egg, and two bagels with salami & cheese), the other was for Castiel (strawberry milkshake and two blueberry muffins). Despite his uneasy feelings in his stomach, Dean had to smile. Why Castiel was so into this sweet stuff, he still didn't understand.
Just as he was about to close the bags again, two arms wrapped around him from behind and two lips settled on the pulse point under his earlobe. Dean held his breath, knowing who the person was, but this behavior was rather out of character for Castiel.
"Here we have a mid-morning to ourselves for once in a while, and I have to realize that my favorite human would rather watch food than come back to bed," Castiel stated. Dean propped himself up against the table, tilting his head slightly to the side and allowing Castiel more space. He bit his neck gently and Dean exhaled shakily.

"Cas, what-? Why free?" he was almost panting. Castiel's lips had wandered down his neck, all the way to his shoulder, and he bit down gently here, too.
"Mmm," Castiel made, coming back the way he'd come until he could place his lips against Dean's ear. "Sam was here this morning, saw I was here, put the food down, and after I greeted him, said we should both make the best of it and he'd stop by with lunch later." He pressed himself against Dean, letting him feel what his intentions were.
"Cas-," Dean breathed, closing his eyes and letting his head tip back against Castiel's shoulder. "Cas, why- Ooohhh..."
Castiel had let his hand wander down Dean's stomach, had lifted the T-shirt and let his hand slide inside Dean's boxers. Now, as he closed his hand around Dean's semi-hard erection, Dean moaned softly and slumped against the angel.

"Oh, Cas," Dean kept repeating to himself as Castiel continued to move his hand up and down Dean's length. Then Dean turned around, knowing full well that he would lose direct contact on his member for a moment. But he just had to look at Castiel. Castiel's hair was all tousled from sleeping and his cheeks were flushed. Dean put his arms around Castiel's neck and pulled him close.
"Oh, Cas," he said again, then kissed the angel.

Unlike the night before, these kisses had much more energy and should lead to more. Dean tilted his head to the side and Castiel took the chance to kiss along Dean's jaw and down his neck. Dean, who had placed his hands against his partner's hips, now gripped tighter and pulled Castiel between his slightly wider open legs.
His breathing was heavy and Castiel was also finding it hard not to finally lose control and put Dean over the table here and now and just take what Dean was offering at that moment.

But they were rarely like this, and when they were, it was only in the bunker. Here at the motel, it reminded Castiel too much of all the one-night stands Dean had had. Thinking about it now was not a good idea and so Castiel pulled Dean back to the bed with him. When his calves touched the edge of the bed, he spun them around and pushed Dean down onto the mattress. Then he climbed in behind and sat on Dean's upper thighs. Dean grabbed Castiel's T-shirt and pulled him down to him. But when Castiel tried to kiss him again, Dean turned his head away and pressed it into the crook of Castiel's neck instead.

"I missed you, Cas," Dean said. "I really missed us and this." Castiel buried one of his hands in Dean's hair, using the other to grab the shoulder where his mark, his handprint, had once been.
"I missed you, too," Castiel replied softly. "I'm very sorry we can't see each other more often, and that something always seems to change about our plans." Dean nodded, barely perceptible.
"Yes, that's true. But that something isn't your fault alone, we're all in this together. But I don't want to talk about it now, though," Dean said, kissing Castiel again. It was loving and they relaxed again.

Somehow Dean had managed to end the kiss for a short moment and to spin them around so that Castiel was now on the bottom.
„Dean, what-" But Dean put a finger against Cas's lips and sat down on his thighs.
„Don't talk now. Please." Dean murmured and kissed Castiel. Cas hummed and kissed Dean back. What started sweet and slow, grew deeper with time. It was Dean who sought entrance into Cas's mouth again by nudging against his upper lip. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas's neck and Cas around Dean's middle. They both sighed.

Eventually they needed to stop so they could breathe again. Their cheeks were slightly flushed and they were breathing heavier.
„Please take off the rest of your clothes." Dean pulled at Cas's t-shirt and Castiel took it off. „I need you so bad right now." Dean whispered against Cas's jaw and went back to kissing him. Castiel hummed and moved his hips to slip out of his boxers as well. Dean moved so he could get them down. This time it was Dean who took Castiel's hard-on into his hands and when he sat back down again, they both moaned quietly. Castiel slid his hand into Dean's boxershorts but wasn't too happy about the fact that Dean still had them on. He motioned to Dean to remove them too and connected their lips again after that. Dean pulled them off but remained attached to Castiel's lips. Their kisses stayed slow but grew in intensity. It was their way of saying how much they missed and needed each other.

Cas stroked his other hand down Dean's back and Dean's breath hitched as Cas squeezed his butt. Their kiss broke and Castiel rested his temple against Dean's.
„I need you, too. You have no idea how much."
„Then hurry up and help me, Cas." In the meantime they'd moved so that Castiel was leaning against the headboard of the bed with Dean in his lap.

Dean rose but Castiel wasn't even thinking of interrupting the kiss for a moment, so Dean had to blindly search for the small bottle of lube in his bag. Which had appeared miraculously by the bedside.
As soon as he found it, he quickly put it on the pillow and then wrapped his arms around Castiel's neck again. At the same time he moved his hips slightly back and forth, which in turn made Castiel gasp softly.

Dean reached for the bottle with the lube, put some on his palm and let it warm up a bit. Cas, meanwhile, nibbled lightly on his jaw, moving in the direction of his ear. Dean inhaled audibly and lowered his head slightly.
"Oh Dean," Cas whispered. Dean smiled, turned so their mouths could meet again, and closed his hand around both their cocks. With gentle pressure, he massaged them against each other. Castiel groaned, as did he.

Castiel also reached for the small bottle and put a small amount on his fingertips. The pressure of his mouth on Dean's increased as well, and he could tell Dean was okay with what was about to happen. They had never really talked about it, but they both knew that Dean was only too happy to relinquish control in a situation like this.

Castiel guided one of the now prepared fingers to Dean's entrance. Dean stiffened for a second, but then pressed against the finger and Castiel slowly slid it in. Dean broke the kiss and hissed.
"Yes. Oh g- please go ahead." Castiel gave a short laugh.
"That's what I planned, babe." Slowly, he moved his finger out and back in. Dean moaned softly.
"M- more, Cas, please." Castiel obeyed and inserted a second finger along with it. In addition to the in-out motion, he now spread his fingers as well. Dean moaned a little louder and the pressure around both of their shafts increased, so now Castiel was moaning too.

A few minutes that felt like half an eternity, Castiel opened Dean up. As he removed his hand to then insert three fingers, Dean reached behind him with his other hand and held Castiel's wrist.
"No, Cas, please. I'm good. I need you now."
"Dean, this will hurt you. We haven't-"
"I know, but I don't care. Please, Angel."
Castiel looked at him and Dean looked back with such determination that the doubt settled.

"Okay, then." Dean had taken the small bottle again and was rubbing a generous amount onto Castiel's cock. Then Dean slid forward a bit and positioned Castiel at his hole. Castiel looked at him, while putting his hands on Dean's hips, and nodded. Dean slid down slowly, ever so slowly. It really had been a long time since they had done it.

Castiel held onto Dean as he took Castiel inside him. Dean arched his back, Castiel closed his eyes, and they both let out a deep moan. Dean leaned forward again, but at that moment Castiel slid a little further down the bed. Dean whimpered slightly. Not in pain, but Castiel's movement had pushed him even further inside. They both groaned at the sudden and strong movement of Dean's inner muscles. It was almost too much but then again not enough. Dean began to move slowly up and down and Castiel opened his eyes. What he saw made his voice fail him. As always when he watched Dean - completely lost in the feelings. Head tilted back, eyes closed, cheeks flushed and mouth slightly open.

"Dean..." He couldn't manage more than a whisper. "Heavens'Son, you're beautiful!" Dean opened his eyes, looked at him and would have laughed if wasn't already so far gone. Castiel's avoidence of 'Jesus Christ' was really funny to him. But not now. With glassy and slightly moist shining eyes he kept looking at his angel. "Just perfect." This time, Dean laughed. It was a soft and relieved laugh. He propped his hands on Cas's torso. Castiel eased off Dean's hips and stroked up his arms to his shoulders. Dean let out another low laugh, his movement had not become faster, just more intense. He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them again, Castiel could see that this time they were filled with tears. Some of them were already running down his cheek. Castiel swallowed. "Dean, are you okay?"

Dean leaned down further so that he could bring their mouths together again. Just before that, he stopped. He had also stopped moving his hips.
"Yes, Cas. I'm okay. I still can't believe it, y'know?! Despite my failures, even when we fought. You came back and you've always stuck around..."
"Dean-" Castiel looked at Dean with wide eyes. Seeing him like that and hearing his hunter talk like that was so rare. "The mistakes made you perfect. They always will. And I'd never want to be anywhere else." Castiel lifted his hips a bit and moved in further. Almost unconsciously, Dean came to meet him. Dean closed his eyes and moaned softly.
"Nngh.. I said it before but man, I missed this and I missed you so much." Then he lowered his mouth to Castiel's. He put all that he couldn't say into that kiss. Castiel wrapped one arm around Dean's neck and the other around his back, pressing him to him in equal measure.
"Missed you, too. So much."

They found a rhythm that suited them both. At some point Castiel noticed that Dean began to tense slightly. Castiel released the kiss.
"D-" But that was as far as he got, because Dean kissed him again. Castiel slipped out and neither of them knew if it was accidentaly or on purpose, but when Castiel slid in again, Dean moaned. To Castiel it sounded deeply relieved and damn- if that didn't turn him on more than he already was.

"Oh, fuck," panted Castiel and bucked up his hips.
"Nnng- Cas-" Dean pressed out and pulled Castiel further against him. Castiel put his arms around Dean's shoulders and squeezed him tightly. With slow but deep movements, they started moving again. Both were breathing heavily, their faces slightly flushed and their bodies sweaty.
"It's okay, I got you," Castiel whispered in his ear when he noticed Dean tensed up and Dean froze. He came withou a sound, but it was one of those orgasms you felt from head to toe. As if it had carried over, Castiel came, too. His whole body shivered and he through back his head with a harsh pant. The image Dean gave off had triggered it in him.

For a few minutes they just sat there, Castiel gently pulling out, but otherwise not moving. Then at some point Castiel lifted his head from the crook of Dean's neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I love you." Dean smiled and pulled Castiel's lips back to him.
"I love you, too, Cas. So much."
The nightmare was forgotten and even though they were supposed to get up and should shower, they stayed down. They were so physically and mentally drained that they were about to fall asleep.
The alarm clock read 11:37.