Dean-
(A/N)
Not everything is as it seems!
#warning
(tags)
Destiel, Seeing Eachother Again, Motel Sex, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Emotional, Emotional Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Men Crying, Happy Crying, Relieved Laughter, Dean Winchester says "I Love You", Castiel says "I Love You", Making Love, Slow & Tender, Fluff & Smut, Love Confessions, Sad Ending, after 15x18, It Was Just a Dream, Potential Suicidal Thoughts, Potential Suicidal Dean Winchester, When There Is Nothing Left
They sat on one of the king-size beds and watched one of the nature documentaries playing on TV. But actually they were not watching either.
Because Dean sat leaning against Castiel and had closed his eyes. And Castiel had one arm around Dean, with the other hand he gently ran Dean through his hair. It had been months since they had had time for themselves; with everything that had happened around them.
After a little while Dean began to stir. He tried to free himself from the half-hug Cas was giving him. It seemed Cas had also been a bit out of this world because he looked irritated.
„Dean, what's-" 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 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.
Although they were actually pretty much the only guests at the motel (it was a very distinguished one for a change), Dean got up, went to the window, and closed the curtains. On his way back to the bed he took off his sweater, his t-shirt and right before he climbed back on the bed and into Cas's arms, he got rid of his jeans too. Left in his boxer-shorts, he sat down on the other mans' thighs again.
„Please take off your clothes." He pulled at Cas's t-shirt and Castiel took it off. „I need you." Dean whispered against Cas's jaw and went back to kissing him. Castiel hummed and opened his trousers. Dean moved so he could get it down. When he sat back down again, they both moaned quietly. Being already half-hard. Their kisses stayed slow but way more intense than before. It was their way of saying how much they missed and needed each other.
Cas stroked his hands down Dean's back and then slipped them into Dean's boxer shorts. 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, Cas."
Dean rose to remove his shorts and gestured for Castiel to do the same. Sitting back on Cas's thighs, and the latter not even thinking of interrupting the kiss for a moment, Dean blindly searched for his pocket to take out the small bottle of lube.
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. Yes, this was going in the right direction.
It looked as if something in Castiel had flipped a switch. If he had held back until just now, the tide seemed to turn now. 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 complying. 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 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.
"I was going to." 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 don't. I need you now."
"Dean, this can hurt, though?!"
"I know, but I don't care. Cas, please-"
Castiel looked at him and Dean looked back with such determination that the doubt settled.
"Okay. Do we need a con-" But that was as far as Castiel got, because 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, put his hands on Dean's hips, and indicated that he was ready. Dean slid down slowly, ever so slowly. It really had been a long time since they had done it. And no one needed to get hurt.
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 gasped. It was almost too much but then again not enough. Dean began to move slightly up and down and Castiel opened his eyes. What he saw made his voice fail him. 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. "You're beautiful!" Dean opened his eyes and looked at him. Glassy and slightly moist shining. "Just perfect." 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 looked at Castiel again, this time his eyes 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. God, I love you so much. That's really not normal, but it's true. Despite my failures, you've always stuck around..."
"Dean-" Castiel looked at Dean with wide eyes. Seeing him like that and hearing him talk like that was rare. "The mistakes make you perfect. 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.
"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.
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. Exactly how it had happened they both wouldn't quite know afterwards, but Castiel pulled out of Dean and switched places. Now Dean was lying down and Castiel spread his legs a little wider and pushed into him again. He sighed and Dean groaned, his back coming up off the bed.
"Nnng- Cas-" Dean eased back onto the bed and pulled Castiel further against him. Castiel let his arms slide under Dean's shoulders and squeezed him tightly. With slow but long thrusts, he got them moving again.
The emotional weight of their thoughts prolonged this act. Both were breathing heavily, their faces slightly flushed and their bodies sweaty. Neither wanted to let go of the other and eventually they realized it. First it was Dean and very shortly after Castiel. Dean held his breath.
"It's okay, I got you," Castiel whispered in his ear and Dean froze. No sound escaped him, but it was one of those orgasms you felt from head to toe. As if it had carried over, Castiel came, too. The image Dean gave off had triggered it in him.
For a few minutes they just lay there, Castiel gently pulling out of Dean, 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 head back down to him.
"I love you, too, Cas. Me too."
Even though they were supposed to be taking showers, they stayed down. They were so physically and mentally drained that they were about to fall asleep.
"Dean-"
"Yeah, Cas," Dean mumbled.
"Dean-"
Huh?
Stop!
That wasn't Castiel's voice at all. Dean was confused.
"Dean-"
Dean opened his eyes and looked around, still half asleep. Bad motel room, broken fan, morning light, and he was alone in bed. Someone shook him.
"Dean, wake up. You said we were leaving early. Those vampires wearing the clown masks, we were supposed to go after them today." So it was Sam who had called him. Dean muttered something, where neither he nor his brother knew what it meant though.
"Dean." Sam slapped him lightly against the shoulder. "Don't go back to sleep, get up."
"Mmmh." Sam picked up his bag and walked to the door of the room. Realization spread through Dean.
"Dean!"
"Yeah, gee, I'll be right there. Go to the car-" His throat tightened. He waited a moment, then cleared his throat. "Go to the car and wait there. I'll be right there."
Sam grumbled, but went to the door and disappeared outside. The door hadn't quite closed again when Dean pulled the covers over himself, turned his head into the pillow, and sobbed.
Castiel hadn't been there, Castiel had left him. It had all been just a dream.
Dean had no more strength, he didn't want any more.
(A/N)
I really hope you don't hate me now?!
Tbh - this story is a dream which I had two or three weeks ago. I was very sad after it and my day wasn't that good as well.
Leave a comment if you wish to tell me something :)