Four Seasons - Hitting the road again. (Spring)
The Impala filled the air with its comforting purr, rumbling through Texan countryside, rolling past field after identical field; all filled with corn, stalks ruffling in the slight breeze wafting across the land. Dean was finding it hard to ignore Castiel sitting beside him in the passenger seat, blue eyes resting upon his face with the weight of the angel's lust, one slender hand caressing Dean's thigh while he tried to drive.
"Cas, can't you freaking wait, at least 'til we get back to the motel? I'm trying to drive here, dude!" Dean said, keeping the tone of his voice gruff, which did nothing to hide the lust trapped deep within his throat.
Castiel didn't answer, just slowly moved his fingers further and further up Dean's thigh, making the hunter almost lose control of his car, spinning wheels on the grass verge before pulling to a halt hastily.
"Dude, enough! Get out! I said, get out!" Dean said, motioning the angel out of the car and into the midday heat.
At first Castiel looked hurt, but still he got out of the car, to wait by the side of the road, watching as Dean joined him, intent clear in his eyes. The hunter pressed hungry lips to the angel's own, feeling light spring breezes drift across the cornfields, fanning their skin, feathering the hair upon their heads, as Castiel's mouth worked hungrily against Dean's. The kiss was hurried, sloppy, wet, hungry, but so, so good, and so, so right, beneath the sun. Both made noises of satisfaction into each other's mouths the longer they kiss went on, only moving from the side of the road into the cornfield when the sounds of an approaching engine announced the arrival of possible company.
Castiel didn't give Dean time to breathe, just started stripping the hunter of his clothes, expression predatory, hungry, expectant, and Dean inhaled when Castiel's fingers brushed against bare skin. When urged to the ground, he went willingly, laying on his back, looking up to the perfect blue spring skies, and at the sun smiling down upon the Earth.
Castiel's shadow blocked out the sunlight, massive wingspan stretching out above them both, providing much needed shade, as the angel knelt beside Dean, clothes already laying abandoned beside them. Dean saw just how aroused Castiel was, cock already erect, weeping, and Dean bit his lower lip in anticipation, feeling his own cock give an interested jerk at the sight his angel made before him.
Castiel straddled Dean, sitting astride Dean's thighs, never taking his gaze from Dean's as he sucked his fingers deep into his mouth, making Dean give a strangled moan as he watched.
"Cas - " Dean whimpered out, repeating his name again, as Castiel carefully slid one finger inside Dean, then two, twisting gently, loosening up Dean's hole in readiness for Castiel himself.
Dean winced at the initial burn, the initial pain, before his hips started moving slowly in time with Castiel's thrusting fingers, satisfied moans dropping from the hunter's parted lips as Castiel continued scissoring his fingers inside him.
Dean cried out a strangled - "yes!" - when Castiel rubbed fingertips over his prostate, cock hard, in need of attention, but receiving none. He complained loudly when the angel's fingers withdrew, before panting slightly when Castiel angled his legs to a different position, giving the angel better access, while still being able to look down upon Dean. Castiel eased his cock inside Dean with a rough cry of Dean's name, thrusting into Dean slowly, sensuously, breaths dragging through the air, as he took Dean, claimed him further as his own.
His wings beat slowly at the air, shivering in time with Castiel's thrusts, shining in the light from the sun above them. Dean watched Castiel's face, the look of lust trapped deep within every line, every plane of his face, eyes closed, lips parted, breath making his slim chest rise and fall in time with his wings, and Dean groaned out his lust at the sight his angel made.
He reached down, gripped his own cock in desperate fingers, pumped his hand roughly across the throbbing surface of his swollen member, bucking his hips into his palm, and then further onto Castiel himself, taking him in deeper, cries filling the air around them the closer they came to climax. Dean came first, spending his release across Castiel's abdomen, crying out loudly, repeatedly for the angel, clamping muscles tightly around Castiel's cock, and pulling him down and under into an almost scream of a climax.
Castiel withdrew, slowly, breathing heavily, eyes glazed, slightly blinded against the lust still coursing through him, before laying beside Dean, one arm thrown possessively across the hunter's body. Dean leant in, stealing a kiss from Castiel's gasping mouth, getting a kiss in return, wet and hot and open mouthed.
Castiel broke the kiss, pulling away and shielding his eyes against the glare of the sun beating down upon t hem. Dean watched him for a while, a slight smile brightening his expression, warming his eyes with amusement as well as lust.
"What?" Castiel asked, smiling back without at first realizing it. "What's so funny?"
"We've just made our very own crop circle," Dean said, with a snort of sudden laughter. "Aliens, my ass! More like created by angels."
Castiel chuckled at that, before Dean's mobile phone went off, announcing the intervention of Sam.
"I'd best get that. You know Sam's like an old woman once he gets going," Dean groused, as he retrieved his phone from his jeans pocket and answered.
Five minutes after that, they were leaving the corn field and its secrets behind, hitting the road again, leaving a circle of flattened crops behind them. Broken corn stalks littered the ground where they'd been, knocked flat from where angel wings had flexed and shivered mere moments ago.
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