Cas wakes up before Dean, as it usually goes. He's still with his face on Dean's chest, rising and falling with his partner's breathing. Cas gently slides his tongue out and makes contact on Dean's flesh. Slowly he crawls lower and lower, keeping his tongue pressed to the skin so it makes a long, slick line from Dean's chest and all the way to his pelvis. He licks across the taught, firm abdominal muscles but stops when he reaches the hip. Dean stirs. He groans, twists his neck and lets a loud yawn bellow out of his mouth.
"Morning, Cas," he mumbles. Looking down it appears his sleepiness fades instantly when his eyes open wide. "Finally decided to come around, huh?"
"Yes," Cas answers very simply, nuzzling his nose against Dean's progressively firming dick with a straight face. "I always come around. You come inside."
Dean chortles. "Dunno how you say that shit without laughing, man."
Cas makes a cute face and shrugs. "My emotional reactions are easier to control."
"Mm, sure," Dean says. "That's all great and stuff, but if you haven't noticed there is a giant boner prodding you in the cheek." He wiggles his hips just enough to blap Cas in the face with his dick.
"I am aware," states Cas. He takes the cock with one hand and squeezes the base lightly. "And it is quite giant."
His eye close and he makes a few long, soft licks along the shaft. Dean sighs with each tonguing and drifts further back into the pillow. "Now this is a way to wake up," he groans.
Cas smiles a little as he brings the dick to his lips. They separate and suck the head inside, immediately causing Dean to arch his back and curl his toes, crying out "C-Cas!" But he just smiles around the cock and keeps sucking, teasing with his tongue. Slowly does the shaft disappear inside his mouth as he bobs his head back and forth, making slobbery sucking noises.
"Oh fuck, Cas," Dean moans hotly, now bringing one of his hands to the back of Cas' head, where his hair runs through his fingers like dark, lush rows of wheat. His other hand reaches up to the pillow and clutches it into a fist. "Suck it, c'mon, suck it," he whimpers with his eyes lightly shut.
Of course Cas complies and continues to suck. He manages to get the entirety of Dean's member inside his mouth and once there, he pulls it hard with his throat while his tongue keeps batting at it. Then Dean applies more and more pressure from his hand, also bringing his hips up to meet the motions together. They grind with a very smooth fluidity, thrusting and pushing with perfect unison. Cas closes his eyes as he focuses on his work
"Okay, okay, okay!" Dean yells out when his climax approaches. Cas knows to suck harder so he does. His movements grow much faster as Dean begins to pant very loud, his face turning red with the crescendo of his entire nervous system. "FAAAAA-AAAA-AAAAACK!" he screams. Both hands come to Cas' head at this moment and he delivers one final thrust, shooting a heavy load of cream into his partner's mouth. Cas stares up at Dean this entire time but it does little good, since Dean's eyes are still closed.
He whimpers as the sensation drops and his dick falls flaccid, lazily sliding out from Cas' lips. One last loud sigh and Dean's body goes completely limp. Cas swallows once and pops up to the height of the pillows. He hugs Dean and smiles. Dean weakly pats him on the back.
"Good," he huffs. "Real good."
"That was my intention," says Cas. He snuggles into the nape of Dean's neck, still smiling. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Ever seen me not?"
"Sometimes, when you are heavily intoxicated."
"Eh. What are you gonna do?"
"Nothing, I suppose."
"That was hypothetical."
"My apologies."
"It's okay." Dean pats his partner a few more times but then he moves out from his grasp and sits up in bed. He legs fall over the side and he cracks his back. "We got a lot of work to do today."
"Mmm, is there any possibility of sleeping later?"
"We gotta hit the road, Cas."
"Three more minutes of snuggling, perhaps?"
Dean looks back at Cas and sighs. "You wanna make it to Columbus or not?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"Then you gotta hit the books and make a plan," Dean says. He takes a pack of cigarettes from his nightstand and lights one up. The flame of the lighter burns brightly in the dark room. "You want one, babe?" Cas shakes his head. "Okay. Well anyways, do you wanna do this in one day or try to do a serial thing?"
"I would like to try several places," Cas explains. The side of his face starts to disappear in the pillows. "If we watch ourselves diligently, I see no reason as to not stay at least an overnight."
"Okay," is Dean's agreement as he stands up and stretches a few times. "But you're putting all the shit together."
"Of course."
Dean bumbles around in the dark until he reaches the bathroom, where he flips on the light and goes inside to get dressed. Cas is still sitting in bed and he takes a pillow in his arms. "But this time we will wear wigs!" He calls out.
"No we won't!" Dean yells back.
"Yes, Dean!"
"Knock yourself out but there's no way I'm doing that again!"
"Socializing in a city we're robbing needs to include some form of disguise, puppy! You created that rule."
"I've got hats," Dean says. The faucet runs and a little splashing can be heard.
"That is your plan? A hat?"
"Fake moustache."
"Fair enough."
Cas rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling where just a hazy curtain of light is pouring in from the bathroom. He exhales to himself then reluctantly gets up and goes to where Dean is. He's standing over the sink and applying a thin line of hair to his upper lip with adhesive.
"What'cha think?" He asks.
Cas stands in the threshold with his arms folded. "You look like an adult film star," he says plainly.
Dean grins. "Yeah but do I fuck you like one?"
"I wouldn't know," Cas says with a little bit of eye rolling.
"Yeah well, what do you know," Dean teases. He props his cigarette in the corner of his mouth and makes a few poses into the mirror, getting a feel for the hair.
"It looks very silly," says Cas.
"But does it look real?"
"It is not obviously fake, no."
"Okay," Dean says. "I mean I'd just grow one myself but I don't have time."
"That makes sense."
Dean catches Cas' eyes in the mirror. "You just gonna stand there and stare at me or what?"
"Is there anything wrong with that?" Cas asks, shifting on his heels.
"It's a little creepy."
"How is it creepy?"
"I dunno. You can touch me or something. Not just stare like a peeping Tom or a jealous wife."
Cas presses his eyes shut as a stiff huff of air blows from his nostrils.
"What now?" Dean asks grumpily. He snuffs the cigarette butt into an ashtray and leaves the bathroom, passing Cas.
"You know how I feel about that word," Cas hums.
"What word?"
"You know."
Dean walks to his dresser and takes out a pair of boxers. "What? I can't read your damned mind."
Bitterly, Cas leans against the threshold and stares at the floor. "That W word."
"Wife?"
Cas doesn't answer.
"Babe, you gotta relax. This is the second time in less than like, ten hours that you've bitched about this. What's going on?"
"I expressed this to you last night. I am feeling unloved."
An undershirt comes down over Dean's chest then he walks up to Cas again. He forces a hug on him and holds his body close. Cas grips back gently.
"Now," Dean begins. "What do I gotta do to show you I love you?"
"I'm not sure."
"Think about it, okay? I'll do it."
"Okay," Cas answers. He gazes up at Dean with a sad face, blue eyes twinkling in the bathroom light. "I will let you know," he says.
"That's my good little princess," Dean chuckles, releasing his partner from the hug and tapping him on the nose.
"Don't call me that," Cas sighs.
"But you are," Dean argues playfully. "You're my little sassy-Cassy smarty pants princess."
Cas turns bright red and looks away. "D-don't say that," he mumbles, but Dean just chuckles and kisses Cas on the lips quickly. "I don't like how the moustache feels."
"Sorry," Dean sneers. "But you know, socializing in the city we're robbing and all."
"Right," Cas agrees stiffly. "I'm getting dressed."
"Mm sure," say Dean, sulking. He walks away from Cas and leaves the bedroom, heading towards the dining room. There, he makes a move to the liquor cabinet and pours himself the first drink of the day.
The dining room is a nice place because there are actually skylights. They're a series of narrow windows in the ceiling that poke out of the ground. It's risky but they've been there the whole time and never caused a problem. It's mostly nice to have light that isn't generated electrically.
A little while and two drinks later, Dean decides to go back to the bedroom and check on Cas, since he's been taking some time to get dressed. He steps inside the room and calls out, "Hey babe? You okay?"
"Yes of course," Cas answers immediately from within the bathroom. "I am just trying to get ready."
"Why's it taking so long?" Dean asks. He stands in the bedroom with a drink in his hand.
"This is normal," Cas says.
Dean walks around to the bathroom door and looks inside. Cas is leaning over the sink with a shaggy brown wig on his head. He adjusts it meticulously.
"It's stupid but you're actually kinda cute," says Dean.
"Thank you," Cas replies with a little smile. "I'm not very concerned with that, but I appreciate it."
Using a hairbrush, Cas gently curls up the ends of the wig. He gently sets the brush down and uses both hands to smooth the hair back. Dean comes into the bathroom and puts his arms around Cas from behind. He nuzzles his nose into the fake hair and inhales.
"Smells like you, at least," Dean remarks.
"I suppose," says Cas. He opens up the cabinet above the sink and takes one of many eye contact cases, flips one open and puts dark ones in.
"Brown eyes?" Dean asks.
"We can be honest here," Cas says. "The color of my eyes is very memorable."
"Memorably sexy," Dean adds. Cas looks at him in the mirror and frowns. "What?"
"Enough, Dean."
"Sure," Dean chuckles. He puts a little kiss on Cas' cheek then lets go of him. "Hurry up. Haven't even figured out our shits and stuff."
"Of course," says Cas. He blinks his eyes a few times then immediately turns around and heads down the hallway for his planning room. Dean follows slowly, hands in his pockets.
Inside the room, Cas takes out a map and a couple pamphlets with tourist info for Columbus. He starts to take notes on where they can go.
"What'cha think?" Dean asks.
"Well," Cas says, taking a newspaper out and looking it over. "There is little crime in this area. It would safe to assume that they have relatively low security at the jewelry dealers. I have in fact had my eyes set on this one place…"
"Alright, cool, cool."
"If we can set a modest diversion upon closing, I believe I could get in through a passage in the air ducts."
"Air ducts? That's rich," says Dean, smiling. "This sounds like a bad comedy."
"Bad comedy? Why would you say that?"
"'Cause that's what it sounds like. You're gonna sneak through an air duct to get into the jewelry store?"
"Well I never specified I would do it," sasses Cas. He continues to jot notes down on a pad of paper with a tiny smirk on his face, leaning over a drawing table.
"Pitting me for the dangerous stuff?" Dean asks. He puts his hands on his hips and eyes Cas' back.
"You are my risk-taker," says Cas. "I will divert the attention of security."
"Sounds like the usual deal," Dean nods in agreement. "But that wig, man. I dunno about that."
Cas looks over his shoulder and smiles naughtily at his partner. "It's part of the job, puppy." He wiggles his ass teasingly and Dean licks his lips.
"Don't, babe. We gotta focus and head outta here." He adjusts his pants.
"Alright," Cas says. He looks back at his paperwork.
"You can uh," Dean adds with a stiff swallow. "You can keep shakin' that ass."
"We gotta focus and head outta here," Cas mocks, faking Dean's voice, followed by a laugh.
"Uh huh, uh huh, I see how it's gonna be."
"Hm?"
"I'll get back at you for this."
"For what?"
"Never mind," Dean laughs. "You can forget but I won't."
"I'm confused," says Cas.
"Totally fine, princess."
"Dean, don't call me—"
"You love it."
Cas doesn't answer. He shuffles some papers around on his desk and starts putting things into a messy leather briefcase. Dean watches, shaking his head with a smirk.
Once everything is packed, Cas stands up straight and turns to face Dean. "Are you ready?" he asks.
"I've been ready," says Dean. "Let's roll."