Hello my little tea cakes! If you've made it this far I already want to marry you!

So warning for the chapter ahead there is much M rated-ness! Be aware my maties! This chapter is kind of a doozy. But in the fun way.

I have way too much fun making Dean a pervert. And Gabriel's kind of a troll.

Anyway, as a heads up in a about two weeks I'm going to move. Which means that in the near future I'll be busy packing (or slacking off) so if the updates are a little slower than they are right now I apologize in advance. I might get a little behind on posting but I'll try and keep writing even if I can't access this site.

Now that my news is out of the way, please read and enjoy and review because I'm needy and like when people let me know what they think xD.

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Chapter Three: Where have you been all my life?

#2167: If at first you don't succeed, try something easier.

"You think he's dead?"

The exasperated sigh that followed could only belong to Sam. "Gabriel-"

"I'm only kidding, kiddo." He snorted at his own joke, how lame.

Dean wasn't entirely sure where he was, but his eyelids felt heavy and uncooperative. It was like someone had super glued them to his face to keep them shut. He reached up to sluggishly rub at his right lid in hopes of coaxing it open. The world around him seemed much louder than it had when he had last been awake. A dull headache throbbed behind his closed eyes.

What the hell happened?

Apparently Dean had managed to speak around the tight squeeze of dryness in his throat after all, because Sam was the one to answer him. "You got high off of Gabriel's brownies, acted like an idiot, fell, hit your head, and got a bloody nose."

Gabriel chimed in from what sounded like the left corner of the room, "Those weren't actually my brownies. They were my brother Nick's. It was one of his pranks."

Sam scoffed. "Because drugging both your house guests is so funny."

"I got drugged too. That's fair, right?" Gabriel was feigning innocence and it definitely wasn't working.

Dean sounded so pathetic to his own ears with his voice stuck in a sad croak. "Where am I?"

"I wanted to take you to the hospital, but your brother said you'd flip shit so you're in Cas' room instead."

Dean finally cracked his eyes open, and shit it was brighter than it should have been. Cas' room slowly blurred and then came into focus, but he was having a hard time taking in the plainness of it with his head pulsing in protest. His eyes fell on Sam. "Where's Cas?"

"He went out, said he had to go in early for something."

Cas had left already?

Dean's heart dropped into his stomach. Aw fuck. Now he'd done it. He'd royally fucked it up with Cas, and they hadn't even gotten the chance to have sex.

Wait no. Be friends. That's what he meant.

Now it didn't matter what Dean wanted because whatever he had done last night, had clearly been the wrong move. For the most part he remembered dinner, laughing his ass off, making out with Cas and-

Oh.

He took a second to let that marinate in his brain.

Whoops.

xXx

Eventually, Dean was dragged out of Cas' room, stalking out slow and sleepy, Sam guiding him by the shoulders. His brother drove them home and coddled him all the way back into the sanctuary of his room, where he closed all the blinds and kept the lights off to let Dean sulk in misery.

His head hurt like a bitch, his nose was tender and swollen, and Cas was mad at him.

Could it get any worse?

Sam tried to coax him into eating lunch, but he couldn't have been less hungry. Dean's appetite was in the same place his luck was, down the shitter.

Fuck my life, Dean thought as he tried to grab some semblance of sleep.

xXx

The next few days rolled by in a blur of Dean wandering around the house recovering from a severe headache. His nose had deflated with the help of Sam's magical home remedies to reduce swelling on the skin. Thank God. Because he really didn't need another reason to avoid seeing Cas.

At some point he had dropped by the hospital to let Gabriel look him over. In the strictly non-sexual way. Minor concussion, but Dean was also informed that he was currently suffering from an extreme case of self-pity.

Just talk to him. Gabriel had said, patting his shoulder. Things will be fine, you'll see.

Dean was too busy fighting between enjoying the vague memory of making out with Cas or being worried about how not worried he was that he had almost had sex with another man. Hey, he reasoned internally, if the guy's hot enough. I'm just saying. I've slept with girls for less.

All he knew was, when the next work day rolled around, he was finding Cas and sorting this whole mess out.

xXx

It was completely and utterly pathetic how worried Dean was about walking into Singer Auto Repair the next morning. Worse than a hormonal woman worrying about her co-workers remembering something embarrassing she had done at a party. Where had his manhood gone?

Bobby was there to greet him at the front counter as soon as he walked in, sipping a piping hot mug of coffee gingerly. "Heard you made an ass out of yourself at Gabriel's."

Wow. Embarrassing news travelled fast. Just what he wanted at seven o' clock in the morning. To be ridiculed by a cranky old fart for his stupid choices.

Dean rolled his eyes, secretly trying to quell his quivering nerves. "I did not, somebody spiked the desserts."

That got an intrigued grunt. "There's a Camaro in bay number one,"

Thankful the bonding session with Bobby was officially over, Dean gave a two fingered salute and was on his way.

xXx

He didn't spot Cas that day until just after lunch. He was walking into bay three, shoulders tensed, eyes down. The usual halo of light awkwardness wasn't hanging around him today. It was obvious that something was on his mind, troubling him. It just wasn't clear as to what that might be.

But Dean had an idea.

Shit.

Cas was really upset.

Maybe he should wait until later.

Or until tomorrow.

Or until the day after that.

So Dean waited for three more days before finally getting the courage to confront Cas.

xXx

He felt so small and nervous as he approached the bay doors, dragging his feet to prolong the inevitable. This was it. He was going to get yelled at, and his heart would break because Cas was upset and why did it bother him so much? Why did Dean care? It wasn't like they had known each other a long time. He didn't make any promises. They weren't even dating. Jesus.

Here goes nothing. He took a deep breath.

Cas was craned over a Harley Davidson motorcycle, tinkering away at something on the front of the bike. It was huge, likely bigger than the mechanic working on it if it was stood up vertically.

Dean knocked his knuckles against the steel frame of the bay doors, mentally reciting every Metallica song that came to mind to help steady his nerves.

Cas glanced up.

This is where you grovel and apologize for acting like a jackass. Dean knew about a million different things he should say.

Sorry.

My bad.

I'm an ass.

Nice weather we're having?

All of which wouldn't be enough to quell the quaking in his nervous stomach.

"Hi." He said dumbly.

Cas' mouth turned up at the sides and Dean exhaled a breath he didn't know he had been holding in. "Hello, Dean."

Dean was patting over his heart to ease the rapid beating of it before he passed out. Well, that could have gone worse. He glanced from the motorcycle to the mechanic, moseying over until he was an arm's length away. "So…about the dinner party-"

"It's alright," Cas blurted, swallowing and twisting the adjustment on the wrench he was holding. "I know you just want to be friends." He rolled his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip. Something he did when he was nervous.

If Dean were a car he would have screeched to a halt. He blinked, staring blankly at Cas. "Oh."

"Oh?"

"Oh."

"You just want to be friends right?"

"Is that what you want?" Dean gulped, afraid of what the answer might be.

"Isn't that why you've been avoiding me?"

"Is that what you think I've been doing?"

One of Dean's eyes twitched, a small bundle of wrinkles appeared between Cas' eyebrows.

"I asked you a question first," Cas pointed out, pursing his lips lightly.

"Hahaha." Dean looked at the ceiling, hands on his hips for lack of a better place to put them, he shuffled his feet. He felt incredibly stupid, but let his eyes fall on Cas again after a few moments of silence. "No I don't want to be friends."

"Oh." Cas visibly slumped, sagging into a sad looking puppy dog. It was heart breaking. He cleared his throat, fingering the collar of his undershirt to tug on it. "Well this is awkward."

Dean chuckled, setting his hands on the other man's shoulders. "I definitely don't want to be friends with you, Cas."

"Well there's no need to be so rude about it." Blue eyes flashed hurt, and suddenly Cas couldn't look him in the eye anymore. He turned his face to the right, swallowing silently. Dean's hands tipped off his shoulders, gliding down until they caught each one of Cas' hands in one of his own. It took him by surprise, his entire body stiffened.

"What I mean is; I don't just want to be friends."

Clearly he hadn't been expecting Dean to say that, because his eyes abruptly snapped forward again. "Oh."

"Oh." Dean grinned.

"Ohhhh." Cas was languidly reaching forward, hands still entwined with Dean's, until he got his arms wrapped around his waist and Dean was forced to let go in order to return the hug. His head tilted up once Dean's arms were around him, pressing a smiling kiss to the other mechanic's mouth.

"You're damn straight 'ohhh'," Dean mumbled against his mouth, Cas chuckled.

"Straight is a relative term right?"

They would have stood there holding each other for hours, but were forced to split when Dean was called into another bay to work on some old Honda. He didn't leave before pressing another quick kiss onto an unsuspecting Cas.

xXx

Sneaking around stealing kisses for the rest of the day was the most fun Dean had been gifted with in a long while.

It became a game between the two of them, to see how much they could get away with without being noticed.

Cas was a master of this. He was also a cocktease.

xXx

"Dean," Cas' deep voice rolled over his right shoulder. Dean tried to turn his head and catch the other man off guard with a kiss, but was easily evaded. "I'm not here to kiss," He scolded

"Damn it Cas," Dean turned around and pouted shamelessly. What was the point of playing coy now? It was already obvious how he felt about him. Dean could hardly wait for work to end so that he could sweep the other man away and make it very clear how attracted to Cas he was.

Cas leaned forward, angling his head up slightly so that his mouth was hovering over Dean's top lip. "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

"I thought you weren't here to kiss."

"I'm not."

"Then what do you call this?"

Neither of them made a move to lean forward or backward. Cas grinned, lips barely ghosting over Dean's. "I call it very close talking."

"Can we very close talk at dinner?" Dean ventured.

"We can talk very, very closely at dinner." Cas confirmed with a nod, intentionally slotting his mouth over Dean's for an actual kiss. It was deeper than he had intended, what with Dean's hand suddenly at the back of his head, locking him into place.

"Naked?" He managed in between all the tongue fucking.

"Dean," Cas whined against his mouth, which was nearly swallowed in all of the prodding Dean's tongue was doing, and only gained a growl in response. "I have to get back to work," He finally managed to pry himself free after a few minutes of breathless, intense kissing.

Dean's eyebrows were raised in question. Naked? He prompted again silently.

"Naked." He finally consented.

That brought on the most provocative smile. "See you tonight!" Dean punctuated the sentence with a slap on Cas' ass when he turned to walk away. It got him the most adorably disapproving look.

xXx

"You know what I realized about hospitals?"

Sam was shuffling through a stack of patient records in some valiant attempt to organize the wretched pile on Gabriel's desk. "What?" He asked without looking up.

"You can go almost anywhere you want if you look serious and carry a clipboard."

"Oh yeah?" He squinted at the paper in his hand, how the hell was he supposed to read that?

"Yeah." Gabriel was tugging on both sides of the stethoscope hanging from his neck.

"When is the last time you looked at these papers?" Sam tilted the page toward him, as if to say I mean look at this! That got him a chuckle.

"Seeing as I put the pro in procrastinate, I have not a clue," He said with a shrug.

Sam just barely kept himself from slapping his palm to his forehead. Just. Barely. Somehow a guy who went around playing pranks, ate candy, never took anything seriously, and only considered recording tv shows at home to be a considerate crisis had graduated from a top tier medical school. It was truly amazing what you could get away with these days. Maybe Gabriel was one of those secret geniuses.

Then again, Sam relented, he had seen the other man accomplish some pretty amazing things.

Cheering diseased children up with jokes and the candy he carried on his person at all times, bringing a patient on the verge of death back to good health, waking a patient from a coma. He tried to not let his inner fangirl show, but all and all Sam was thoroughly impressed.

And distracted.

Which is why he yelped and jumped when Gabriel's face was suddenly directly in front of his. "Um. Can I help you?" He got a suggestive eyebrow wiggle for that inquiry.

Gabriel had his hip propped up on the desk, putting his weight on one arm as he leaned forward. "You need a break," Well that was a serious note. How out of character.

Sam gave him a wary smile. "I'm okay."

"No really," He pried the stack of papers Sam was shuffling away from him. "You're overworked, kiddo."

Sam stiffened, leaning back in Gabriel's big black chair. He fit in it really well, which was odd considering the other man's smaller size. What did he need such a large chair for? Was he compensating for something? The corners of his mouth may have barely twitched upward. "What do you suggest?"

Gabriel looked him dead in the eye and said very seriously, "Sex."

"Sex?" Sam's voice was an octave higher than it should have been.

Gabriel stared at him as if he were the immature, perverted one, who carried around candy and offered it to children. There was a bottle of water on the desk next to him. He picked it up and unscrewed the cap. "Yup. Nothing like some time off and a good round of sex to help you relax." He took a swig.

"Um," Sam's throat was suddenly dry. Was this a come on? "Do you mean with you?" His voice had fallen to a soft squeak.

Perhaps he should have waited to ask until after Gabriel had swallowed his water, because he had abruptly started coughing as soon as Sam had asked. "Wh-what? No-I meant-"

Well this was new.

A flustered Gabriel.

How cute.

"I mean- you have a girlfriend don't you?"

Sam pouted his bottom lip out in thought, "Not that I recall no."

Gabriel stood up, looked to the heavens, and threw his arms in the air. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Now he was utterly confused. "What?"

Gabriel let his arms drop to slap onto the desk in front of Sam. "Why didn't you tell me that sooner?"

"You never asked?"

"Well if I would have known that little piece of info earlier that would have been nice. I could have asked you like a week ago."

"Asked me what?"

Gabriel leaned forward, determination clearly etched on his face. "Have dinner with me."

"That wasn't a question." When Gabriel hung his head in exasperation Sam added, "What? It wasn't. Learn your punctuation."

"Sam," He lifted his head, trying sincerely to keep himself from grabbing the man in front of him by the shoulders and shaking him. "Would you care to partake in a late night meal with me?"

Sam crossed his arms and pursed his lips in thought. Pretending to be torn about the invitation. "Hmmm."

Gabriel waited patiently.

"How late?"

"It'll be dark outside."

"Where?"

"My house."

"You cook?"

"I will if I get to put my hands on you afterwards."

Sam snorted. "You're a pervert."

"Would you feel better about it if I took you out on the town first?"

"I suppose so."

Sam had never seen Gabriel perk up so quickly in his whole time working with him. "Great! See you tonight."

He was out the door before Sam remembered the earlier part of their conversation. "Did I just get roped into a booty call?" With a flippant shrug he ultimately decided, who cares?

Now he just had to come up with an excuse to tell Dean.

xXx

Dean's cell phone buzzed on the work table next to him. He answered on the third ring. "What's up Sammy?"

"Hey, so about dinner tonight-"

"Oh yeah I've been meaning to tell you-"

I've got something planned. They said in unison. Dean recovered from surprised silence first.

"Wait what? What do you have to do?"

"Uh, I just have plans. To eat with someone. That isn't you." Was that nervous laughter?

"Oh yeah? Who's the lucky girl?"

"Well it's someone from work."

"Oh a nurse? Hot." Dean chuckled. "Nice work, Sasquatch."

"It's a doctor actually."

"Oh a lady in charge? Even better."

"Uh, sort of?"

"What's she like? Is she fat?"

"What? No. But the thing is-"

"Tall or short?"

"Short. Dean. Listen it's-"

"Well good for you, bro. I see you're finally over that huge man crush you had on Gabriel. I'm glad. That would have just gotten awkward anyway. But look I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow."

xXx

The call ended with a swift click before Sam could get another word in. He felt a very large headache coming on. "Well that went well."

How did you tell your older brother that you may or may not be engaging in a sexual relationship with one of his best friends?

Sam sighed. This would take tact, planning, and precision.

xXx

Dean was underneath a Mustang when his cell phone buzzed again an hour later. This time it was a text, seven simple words:

The dinner date tonight is with Gabriel.

The Mustang above Dean might as well have been invisible, because he forgot about it, tried to sit up, and just ended up thwacking his head against the dirty frame.

The next thing Bobby, Ash, and Castiel knew, "That tiny mother fucker!" was echoing through the auto shop.

Bobby looked at Ash who shrugged. Then he looked at Castiel, who looked around to confirm that he was actually the one being looked at. He rolled his eyes and muttered, "Someone go check on that dumbass before he kills himself."

xXx

"So tell me again, what's the problem?" Cas was pressing a cold paper towel to the small cut on Dean's eyebrow. It just wasn't his week. Minor concussion, bloody nose, cut eyebrow. Jesus was something out to get him?

They were in the break room. Dean was slouching in one of the chairs and Cas was sitting on his knees in front of him to dab a wet paper towel on his face.

"Because he's my fuckin' baby brother that's why."

"You didn't have a problem with it at the dinner party."

"Yeah well, I didn't think Gabe was serious."

Cas pulled his lips into his mouth to keep from letting out a small laugh. "Dean. Were you completely oblivious to the serious sexual tension going on between those two?"

"No," He said honestly, eyes falling on Cas' lips. "I was too caught up in our sexual tension."

Dean was rewarded with the faint hint of a blush and a gentle brush of lips against his forehead when Cas stood up. "I'll take care of that later."

"Oh yeah?" And suddenly all the injuries he had sustained during the week didn't seem so bad. "Please tell me you're going to sex me back to good health."

All he got was a lascivious smirk before Cas sauntered out of the room.

"Fuck me." Dean groaned, the rest of the day was going to feel like a marathon.

xXx

"Do you think it's okay to have sex on the first date?"

Gabriel stared at him incredulously.

"What?" Cas asked after popping his head through the collar of his sweater, pulling it the rest of the way down once the cotton settled on his shoulders.

His brother squinted at him, "What kind of slut are you?"

"Me?" Cas scoffed, "What kind of pedophile are you?"

"Pfft. Sam's different. He's…special." He flopped backward to lie on his bed. Gabriel could see where this conversation was heading from a mile away.

"Is he now?"

"Yes, you big bag of dicks, he is."

Cas seated himself by his brother's side. "You want to fuck him senseless don't you?"

"Well, duh."

"So how come I'm the slut?"

"Cause you and Dean just met!"

"I'm not a baby, Gabe. I'm not even a virgin."

"At your age I would hope not."

Cas punched him in the leg. "Shut up."

xXx

"Of all the people you could have chosen. Did it have to be him?"

"I don't see where this is coming from, Dean. You didn't seem to care when you thought it was just a one-sided crush."

"That's because it was one-sided. Now it's two-sided. You know what that means, Sam?"

"That you're an overprotective drama queen?"

"No! It means-"

"Look, you're just going to have to get over it. I'm not a baby anymore and I really like him."

Dean sulked from his spot putting on his shoes by the front door. What the hell was he supposed to say to that?

Sam fixed him with his "I'm serious" bitch face from across the room.

Dean finally huffed in surrender. "Alright, you don't have to be such a bitch about it."

"Yeah well, you're a jerk so…there."

"Nice come back, Sammy, real nice."

"Oh shut up."

xXx

As far as first dates went, Dean usually had the best plan of attack: show up on time (alternatively; show up early), turn on the charm, bring some flowers, woo date, rewarded with sex, mission accomplished. He was a literal boss at owning the first date. The first date was his bitch, the second his mistress. Dates and all their forms were usually tucked in Dean's back pocket with his condoms and completely conquered.

So why the fuck did he feel like the awkward kid that's never even been on a lunch date? Dean's heart was about to leap out of his throat when he knocked on the front door. He may or may not have also felt a little queasy.

What the literal hell was happening to him?

Cas answered it almost instantly. He must have been waiting for Dean's arrival. The thought made his heart swell with happiness. Jesus he was seriously turning into such a girl.

As soon as he caught sight of the green and navy stripped sweater Cas was wearing, Dean was hit with the most intense urge to wrap the man in front of him up in his arms and cuddle for the rest of the night. They didn't even have to have sex as long as he could just hug the crap out of Cas for looking so cute that Dean's nerves were wreaking havoc on his body. He suddenly didn't know what to do with the hands that itched to touch Cas and shoved them into his pockets.

Cas side stepped to let Dean in the house, leading him into the living room. They were both sitting down on opposite ends of the couch.

It was incredibly awkward.

"Cas," Dean swallowed after a long stretch of silence, "I'm not gonna lie, the only thing I want to do right now is fuck the shit out of you for wearing that sweater." That wasn't too shallow was it? Though if he were being honest, as of right now when it came to Cas, Dean had about as much depth as a plastic kitty pool.

Cas glanced down at himself, brows quirking up in surprise. "Really? I thought it was a pretty good boner killer." When he looked up again Dean was staring at him, and none too discreetly scooting over.

"Why the fuck," Dean paused to lick his lips, arm snaking out to tug Cas toward him, when he got close enough, "would you want to do that?"

"I didn't want you to think I was being slutty."

Dean could have died.

This was Cas trying not to be attractive? What did trying look like?

Dean dropped his head forward to hide the abrupt giggles bubbling up from his throat in the curve of Cas' neck.

The sudden press of Dean's mouth made him stiffen. In more ways than one. Cas felt the smirk before he saw it.

"Cas," Dean turned his head, "Are you turned on right now?" His mouth hovered purposefully over the pale column of his throat, kissing the soft stretch of skin when the other man swallowed.

"Dean," Cas was already pleading.

Fuck.

It was his undoing.

Dean practically attacked Cas' mouth, tongue greedily slipping passed the small crease between his lips. He fisted a hand in the green and navy cotton on Cas' back and pushed him backward. He was boneless against the hard shove of Dean's body against his own, pressing easily into the couch. Dean could feel all of Cas and his entirety of arousal under him, and suddenly it was way too fucking hot for clothes.

The sweater didn't stand a chance against Dean's desperate hands. He yanked it up and got it out of the way in seconds, but the article caught on Cas' elbows. The sweater tangled and restricted the movement of his arms, so he let them drop above his head and tried to detangle himself while Dean mouthed at his chest.

"Dean," Cas gasped when Dean nipped his collarbone, writhing when those nips began carting down his body. "This fucking sweater- I can't get it off."

"I'll get you off," Dean chuckled against his navel. "Hold on," He sat up to admire the sight of Cas laid out, nipples pink and beginning to perk, body overall flushed and warm. Dean helped free Cas' arms from the clutches of his dorky sweater, pressing a tame kiss to his mouth once he was free.

"I do hope so," Cas pushed his hands under the graphic tee hindering his view of Dean's chest, fingers rubbing their way up his sides, spreading warmth across the expanse of skin they roamed over. Dean groaned and in response, Cas took that as the cue to pull the tee shirt off. He was careful to ensure Dean didn't suffer the same fate his arms had.

They spent the next several minutes shamelessly making out in a slur of hot, desperate kisses.

Dean eventually worked his way back down Cas' body, blazing a trail of open mouthed kisses down his chest, passed his stomach, pausing at the top of his waistline.

"Hurry," Cas urged, wiggling his hips when Dean popped the button of his jeans out, worked his fly down, and started tugging the denim down his legs. His pants were tossed somewhere in the vicinity of his sweater. But all he could focus on was Dean working his underwear off while simultaneously sucking on a spot along the curve of his hip bone.

Dean grinned down at him, leaning forward to give him another deep kiss, grazing his tongue along the contours of Cas' mouth.

Cas curled his fingers under the waistline of Dean's jeans, slipping the metal button through the stitched hole. He got the fly half way down before Dean stilled his hand by gripping his wrist.

"Not yet," Dean growled in his ear. Cas shuddered helplessly against the hot caress of air heating his skin.

The noise Cas made when Dean touched his bare cock was absolutely beautiful. It was somewhere between a moan and a whine, both fleetingly desperate and demanding. It was so hot Dean nearly came just from hearing it.

"I want you so fucking bad," Dean breathed over the tip, curving his fingers around the shaft, and delighting in the moan he got in response. He began working Cas with slow strokes, watching the body beneath him writhe and tense under all the attention.

Cas cried out as the sudden wet curl of Dean's tongue encircled him, swirling around the tip and drifting down while one hand worked the base. Dean smirked around the flesh in his mouth, humming his satisfaction. The vibrations drew another wanton cry from his partner. If he didn't get inside Cas soon he was going to lose it off of all the noises alone. Dean sat up with a dirty pop, crawled up the panting body covered with a thin layer of sweat, and pressed another gentle kiss to his lips.

"Ready?" He whispered against that kiss swollen mouth.

Cas nodded, drawing his hand in front of Dean's face to hold up a shiny foil square. Which only made him impossibly more attractive. "You or me?"

"Depends," Dean started tracing the curve of his jaw with kisses. "How much do you need to prepare?"

"All I need," Cas shifted to slot their mouths together again for a brief tangle of tongues, "Is your cock inside me. Right now."

Dean was literally taken aback by how ridiculously sexy the scrape of that gravelly voice was. "Uh," He suddenly forgot was he was doing, "Right. Okay. Let's-uh, let's do that."

Cas pressed a hand to Dean's chest and pushed him back, brought the other hand holding the foil square to his mouth, and ripped it open with his teeth.

Was Cas on a fucking mission to make him prematurely ejaculate? Seriously. The amount of confidence oozing off the guy was enough to make a sex god cry. He had Dean free from the constraint of his denim prison before he registered Cas dipping his head to kiss him again.

How the hell did he put that condom on so god damn fast?

Then they were kissing like desperate whores again.

"Lube?" Dean asked in between all the rough presses of lips, tongue, and teeth.

"Better idea-"Cas abruptly broke away, settling into a straddle lower on Dean's legs. His jeans were still uncomfortable and tight around his knees, but he was too distracted by the lewd way Cas was looking at him. Those piercing blue eyes shifted to stare greedily at Dean's cock before diving in.

"Holy fuck-" Were the last words he got in for a while.

Cas was merciless. Making the filthiest wet noises as he bobbed his head up and down, and if things continued like this-

Suddenly Cas was at Dean's ankles, yanking his pants and boxers down and off. They were tossed over his shoulder and written off like the rest of their clothes. He was looking very accomplished, grinning from the other end of the couch.

Dean sat up, caught Cas in his arms, and pushed him down on his back again.

And there were absolutely no words to describe how good it felt to ease his way into Cas. The deep satisfaction Dean felt as that warm tightness enclosed around him was something that completely leveled even his love of eating pie.

Yeah.

It felt that fucking good.

"Jesus Christ. Where have you been all my life?" Dean grunted, rocking forward.

"Heaven obviously," The look of anticipation in those lust blown eyes unleashed the familiar barrage of butterflies having a fucking party in Dean's stomach.

"No shit, how is it up there?"

For some reason it felt natural to carry on a meaningless conversation while they were having sex. It was so foreign.

Just like Cas.

They were beginning to find a rhythm. Between the rough jerk of Dean's hips and the angled pushes of Cas' body, they found that perfect pace. It rolled pure hot waves of bliss from the top of Dean's head to the tips of his toes. His body was buzzing with an electric energy that worked him hard into the body beneath him. At some point Dean had enough sense to reach between them, working Cas along with the thrust of his hips. Dean's world honed in on everything that was just Cas.

His breathing, his body, and fuck the way he reacted to everything Dean did. It was amazing he hadn't blown his load already. But he was close. And from the way his back suddenly burned against the bite of nails digging in, Cas was too.

Dean wasn't sure where he ended and Cas started. Where his exhales became Cas' inhales. The juncture where their bodies connected began pooling with a familiar rise of heat. He felt like a bow tightly drawn, the more he pushed in and out of Cas the more his muscles coiled in on themselves. Dean was clutching a hand into that thick mess of hair, face cradled in the dip of Cas' shoulder. He was close, so close. Their rhythm was only increasing. Building and building and building. Until finally-

Dean's cry came first, riding out his orgasm just as Cas was pushed over the edge with him. The world went dark for a moment and his chest heaved. It took a second before Dean realized his eyes were closed.

"So," Dean was panting so heavily he felt like he had just run the marathon, "What was heaven like, angel?"

The blue in Cas' eyes twinkled, the glassy shine a sharp contrast to the dark fade of arousal beneath. Everything slowed then, as the two just lay there staring at each other. Dean was now propped up with his palms framing the face of his new sex god.

Cas was the first to actually move, he brushed the hair sticking to Dean's forehead away, fingers trailing along the line of his jaw until they stopped under his chin. "It's nothing compared to being here," He swallowed, adding "with you" in a near whisper.

"Could you be anymore fucking adorable?" Dean bent to kiss Cas five more times in a row.

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