He was stuck. His body refused to move, refused to blink. This was a dream. This was some weird fucked up little dream that some fucked up little demon was shoving into his fucked up little head. That's what it was. That's the only reason Cas' words went straight to his dick making it twitch against cold wet fabric. That's the only reason he was pointing out the times Dean thought about him, dreamed about him, and jerked off to him. Which he swore was only one time and that was because Cas popped up right after a dream he had and he was really horny and it was just timing! One time! Once!

"Dean? You are unresponsive. Are you alright?"

Damn straight he was unresponsive. And hell no he was not alright! He wasn't waking up! Cas was still staring at him with those scrunched up eyes and his head tilted and he was giving that sexy smirk and oh god sexy. What the hell was happening? How many beers did he have?! Why were Cas' eyes so dark? Why was he staring at his mouth so intently?

"I have these urges Dean. These basic human urges that seem to revolve around you." Oh god he did not need to hear about Cas' urges right now. "They were easily suppressed when my body was purely a vessel. I find it harder now. I find myself harder."

Dean meant to tell him something, anything, just say his name even but it just came out as a loud gulp. God his mouth was dry. But he just couldn't bring the beer in his hand to his lips.

"See-" Cas grabbed Dean's free hand quick and before he could even tell what he was doing his palm was rubbing down on Cas' groin. Cas' very warm, very wet, very hard groin that pulled at his shorts. Dean's shorts. Because he was in Dean's pants. Oh god the imagery.

Dean found the strength to bring that beer to his lips and chugged it all in one go, his eyes slamming shut until he dropped the empty bottle to the ground. Cas' hand was still keeping him pressed flat against his erection and Dean cursed silently when he felt his own growing fast. What was going on?!

"There is one urge my vessel –actually now I- keep having." Cas continued like he was just talking about the fucking weather or something totally not having to do with Dean's hand on his cock. He even shifted closer on the seat, Dean trapped by his door as there was nowhere to go but back out into the storm –lightening flashing around them. "I want to flip you over and fuck you into this back seat." It was as if Mother Nature was on his side as a large thunderclap sounded, crashing around them and almost drowning out his, "Right now."

Nope. Dean couldn't move. This was- was- was- Cas didn't wait for Dean to answer. He pounced over Dean's arm and grabbed his face, slamming his mouth onto the hunter's lips. Dean's eyes were bugging out of his skull, his hand still on Cas' dick when the hot mouth on his started to move. Cas' lips tucked in between his and suddenly –fuck –fuck- fuck - fuck it!

Dean's body finally started to move into action. He flipped his arm around and grabbed Cas by the bare of his back, his other hand joining as he pulled the little guy into his lap. Cas, for being a total virgin, was surprisingly understanding and straddled Dean's hips straight away, sinking his weight down and pulled Dean's face closer to him.

The noises alone were going to drive him up the wall as he listened to his gasps and Cas' silent moans reverberating off the walls of the small space. His lips pushed back quickly against Cas' rapid pace and his tongue darted forward to jump into his mouth. The new sensation of stubble scratching his chin and nose sent his libido into overdrive as he clawed lines down the other man's bare back, down until he ran out of skin.

For never having kissed someone besides Demon Bitch– or so Dean thought- Cas was very good, a very quick learner as his tongue met Dean's and he licked his way inside his mouth. It especially took him by surprise when Cas' teeth clamped down on his lower lip and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue drawing lines on the soft flesh stuck inside as his hands raked through Dean's hair. God it was killing him and he groaned to show so. He loved it when people did that and having Cas, Cas!, of all people doing it to him... Who was he kidding? He couldn't lie to the former all-knowing. Having Cas do this...he'd say something about heaven but that would be ironic or something.

Then Cas' mouth left his. He followed with his lips but came in contact with air before he felt a wet and hot mouth licking its way down his face, across his jaw, down his neck, to his shoulder, followed by-

"Ow! Dude! You bit me!"

"You are mine." Cas growled two octaves deeper than normal and Dean's hips jerked under him. It was unnatural to hear him sound so wrecked and Dean didn't put up a fight when Cas bit him again, this time gentler as he pulled some of his flesh into his mouth and started sucking. Okay, he had definitely picked this up somewhere but Dean couldn't care less. What he cared about were that his hips were coming into contact with nothing be restraining clothes and he needed something else. Quick.

He pulled down hard with his hands on Cas' hips and groaned when the guy's knees buckled and his groin pushed against him. Dean pulled his body against him more and started to rock as Cas bit him harder –a mark was definitely going to be made. Oh it was just so wrong and it made his eyes roll back into his head with the thrill it sent through his body. The heat was insane and his skin was bursting with it, bringing all that blush back into his face and spreading it through the rest of him. His heart was beating double time and he was sure Cas would be able to hear it over the rain on the roof.

When Cas pulled his body away, pushing off Dean's chest, he could actually hear himself whine. A real live actual whine. Cas just looked down at him, completely satisfied at the work he had done, a finger tracing the new bruise and dipping down to trace his anti-possession tattoo. That was until Cas left his body and therefore brought the friction from his hips.

"Cas-"

"Quiet Dean. Take your clothes off." Dean looked over at him with wide eyes, completely unbelieving the command until he heard Cas add, "Now."

He's serious? Dean stared at him a moment longer, his dark eyes turning darker as they glared. He's serious.

Fuck it.

Dean reached for the button on his shorts, flipping it open and quickly doing the fly, jumbling around in the small of the seat. It wasn't like he hadn't undressed in the back seat before but usually for a quick fuck he wouldn't do it completely and holy mother fucker…a fuck. Fucking hell. He was going to fuck Cas, former Angel of the fucking Lord. Fuck!

He threw off his shorts with only minor difficulty and didn't even think when it came to his boxers. He just wanted the wet clothes off! And his erection free. He shuddered at the feel of the air hitting his damp skin. Everything felt so super sensitive and Cas looking straight at his ramrod straight cock was not helping. He was so caught up, his breath going a million miles a minute, he didn't know what else to do. He just sat there with his hands gripping the seat, panting, as he waited.

"Present yourself to me."

Dean's mouth actually fell open at the request…command. "Wha-"

"Present yourself to me." Cas dropped a hand down his front, slid it straight over his shorts, and shamelessly started to rub the bulge. "Get on your hands and knees and present yourself to me."

"C-Cas-"

"Your other option is to get on your hands and knees and take me in your mouth."

Where the hell did Cas learn to talk like this? Why was it so damn hot? Dean was just staring at him, his mouth open, his body stuck again.

"Very well," Cas said, his hand leaving his cock in favor of undoing the restraints on his clothes and pushing them past his hips, bringing his thick member out of their confines. When he had rubbed his hand along the shaft a few times, Dean's eyes staring in utter disbelief –seriously, he was in the back of the Impala naked with Cas who was stroking his dick right before his eyes and he was hard as fuck- Cas nodded to the space in between them and the passenger's seat. "On your knees Dean. As if you were praying to me. Only I will come in a much different manner."

Oh shit. Dean could not move. He just kept staring at the very small and uncomfortable looking space between the seat and Cas- Cas' erection! Oh holy shit.

Cas pulled him out of his daze, literally, as he grabbed his arm and did not release him until he had sunk down on the ground and was looking up with pained effort. The seat was touching his back, his knees were already hurting, and Cas was looking at him with such lust he didn't know what to do. Then he felt the velvet soft head that was Cas' dick rub against his lips.

"Open."

Dean just didn't think. He opened his mouth to say something else and instead got pulled down onto this foreign thing. He felt Cas enter him and he could taste the salty precum mixing with the aftertaste of the lake they had swam in and really he could say he was done. No thank you to that! But then he felt Cas' body shake and he heard the small whine that escaped the power-crazy human's mouth. And hot damn if that was not the most sensual thing he ever heard. The burger moan was put to shame.

It was so weird. Cas' cock was in his mouth! But he just decided not to think about it. He closed his eyes and licked out his tongue only thinking about making Cas moan like he never had before. Lips rolled out, he gripped the base with his hand, and he did all the stuff he knew he liked, trying really hard to ignore the part of him that was screaming –you're blowing a dude! It wasn't just any man, though it was still a man. Okay it was weird but Cas was scratching his head, teasing his hair, and shaking in his shorts, pulling them as far apart as they would go between his legs and it was just hot. It only got hotter and soon Dean's thoughts weren't making anymore sense than- want. need. must. have. fucking. sonofabitch. yeah.

Dean decided to help him out by reaching around and ripping those shorts down his legs, managing to punch himself in the stomach as he pulled them off his ankles. He was pretty impressed that he didn't even have to take his mouth off Cas and was rewarded with a very sexual and satisfied sounding sigh. Dean found himself getting harder every time he felt Cas shake and when the strain was too much he tried to reach for his own cock but Cas was there, grabbing his hand as soon as it tried to leave his body.

He bobbed his head deeper and deeper, experimenting to see how low he could go and how much he could get Cas to thrust forward until he felt his head being ripped away by Cas' hand. "Dean." By that tone he had apparently been calling to him for a bit. "I asked if you were ready to be touched?" Dean just nodded dumbly and Cas nodded back to the seat. "Hands and knees."

Dean did not even care in the slightest anymore. He eagerly jumped from the ground and presented himself on the seat, his ass facing in Cas' direction. Of course his -I'm not gay- side was screaming at him. Are you really gonna be fucked in the ass by a dude?! But hell, he did not care. He had never been more turned on in his life and he never wanted to be taken so badly. Or ever before. It was just something in that little guy's voice that had him crumbling inside.

His skin stuck on the leather and the muggy air spiraling in the car wasn't helping as he lifted himself up. Cas moved behind him and he couldn't see what was happening at first but he felt the shift in weight and looked over his shoulder to see Cas' head awkwardly bent against the ceiling, his body inches away, refusing to touch him. He tried to shift to move from the position that he was starting to feel ridiculous in when Cas' arms shot out and grabbed his hips, a small growl leaving his lips. Another spurt of that Cas-caused-adrenaline ran through his center and he stayed as Cas' hands roamed down to his ass, his soft hands running over the most sensitive parts of his uncovered flesh.

"I have imagined this many times." Dean jumped when he felt Cas' mouth on his back, his teeth chopping down near his side. Many times? Cas? "Dreamed this. As have you. Though I am surprised that-" He felt the teeth moving down, "-you pictured me-" Still those teeth continued down, "-here."

Dean jumped and banged his head into the side of the door when he felt a very wet and very hot tongue press very low against very non-licked skin. "Cas! Don't- Just don't do that."

"I've seen your dreams Dean. I always thought our positions would be switched. But then I don't know much about humans. I will not question as I too imagined it being this way."

Cas stopped talking because his tongue was too busy licking at Dean's entrance like it was…not what it was. Instinctively he tried to pull away but Cas had his hips tight and wouldn't let up no matter how much he protested. Well, he tried to protest but it kept coming out strangled and unfortunately unintelligible. The worst part about it was his muscles were shaking with how weirdly good it felt. It was wrong and dirty and it was Cas and oh god his tongue just went inside. How was that even possibleeeeeeeeeee. Ooooh god.

He could actually feel Cas smile against his skin as Dean's –apparently vocal- exclamations had his fingers scratching against his skin and down the back of his thighs. Seriously, what pornos did this kid get his hands on?

It was just too pathetic how painful his erection was becoming. He really wanted to reach back and take it but he remembered Cas' reaction from before and was sure he wouldn't be rewarded for it. Instead he just let his precum drip out onto the seat and his fingertips dig into the leather- not letting his nails scratch it of course.

"Cas-" He couldn't stop himself from moaning out loud when Cas' tongue thrust in harsh, jolting his body and causing the tremor starting in his gut to shake so bad he actually needed to rest his head against the door to stay up. Cas smiled against him but instead of doing that again -like he kind of actually admitted to wanting him to- he disappeared.

His body actually leaned back to try and find that slick warmth again but Cas was gone. He bent his neck down and saw Cas bending back, his body stretching, his dick bouncing up into the air. When he popped back up again he was holding the small bottle of lube he had stolen from Dean before. That meant he was planning to…oh fuck yeah.

Cas didn't say anything to him. He looked down with possessive and downright hungry eyes as he popped the cap and tipped some onto his fingers. Dean just watched and tried to remember how to swallow but it wasn't happening too well. Especially not with the taste of the other man's cock still on his mouth.

He had to look away when Cas brought that hand down and his cold finger replaced the tongue from earlier. Cas still didn't say anything, just slid a slicked digit around the still extra sensitive flesh and dipped it in. And, well, Dean's been with a bunch of people so he wasn't exactly virgin to a finger being down there…up there…whatever. Didn't mean it wasn't really fucking strange. He was already wet and the finger was pumping the lube around, making it worse, and his body was so damn hot and it was still pouring out and they were in public and how could Cas be so calm? His finger was just lackadaisically pumping in and out but he wasn't even- oh holy god that's a second finger! Second finger not good. No. He hit his head against the door with a thump. That hurts, not too bad –he's been shot for god's sake- but ow! It just, ow, and no and oh wait. Oh wait yes. Oh no, yes, no but oh god yes. That was the spot. The spot that oh holy fucking god yes, yes, yes, yessss.

The very loud moan that continued to escape him was just so lewd, he could feel his face burning up in embarrassment but Cas just kept hitting that spot over and over again.

"Dean-" Cas moaned. Maybe he wasn't as calm as he thought. His other hand had his ass in a death grip as a third finger was added, too quickly, and yet he didn't really care as he heard Cas pant –so wrecked. "You look so amazing like this. So open." Dean moaned when Cas' fingers rolled in higher, hitting that spot again.

"Oh god-oh god-"

"While I am aware humans, even those that do not believe in father, say his name as an expression of ultimate pleasure-" Dean continued to shake as Cas just continued to pulse his fingers in and out, sounding so calm again, his breath only hitching once. "I must request you forgo his name in favor of mine. I am the one doing this to you Dean. Remember that."

"Mmm- Cas."

"Better Dean."

Cas' fingers continued for a bit and Dean's pleasure started to pulse out above the burn. Every push had sent a tiny shock through him and he was gripping the seat for his life as he decided to start pushing back to set that friction to the pace he needed. That's when Cas decided to remove his fingers and pop that lube open again. Dean's joints were starting to lock and he wasn't quite sure he could stay on the small of that back seat anymore. It was a miracle he could hold himself like he was for so long. That's when he felt Cas leave completely and peeking down he could see and hear the sound of his cock being smothered.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt the cock –which due to the bj he knew how thick it really was- pressing up against his stretched entrance. Was he really not going to say anything? This was just going to happen?

"Ready?" Cas did ask but he couldn't answer. His fingers gripped tighter and he tried to tell himself to relax but god dam. Suddenly he was being filled, pressed into far too much, and now that hurt. Balls. Ow, ow, mother fucking son of a hell bitch, ow.

He gritted his teeth as Cas paused, unmoving, waiting for him to adjust. Damn. He had done this to a girl. More than one. Shit he shoulda been nicer about it. He knew how hard it was not to pound in at the extra tight space with hot walls pressing in. Cas was probably going crazy up his ass. Cas up his ass. Ha. He gritted when he laughed because that really wasn't helping his relaxing. It was worse that it was just sitting there, not moving, not touching his cock at all. There was NO relief. Dammit Cas-

"Move!"

Cas didn't pause in obeying Dean's command and started to pull out slow, pulling Dean before thrusting back in. The slow pace only worked for a bit and that was fine with Dean because it was no longer making him feel sore and distracted. In fact that felt pretty damn – oh god or Cas- oh Cas.

Then Cas started to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out, panting at a ridiculous pace as his fingers gripped tighter to Dean's skin, his nails dragging hash pink lines down and making his body shudder with every single thrust. That's when he really started to get lost to it, moaning Dean's name over and over. That's also when he started pushing too hard, Dean's forehead thumping into the window with every move. After the third or fourth time of grunting he really wished cars were bigger. "Cas this- this isn't-"

Cas pulled out of him quite unceremoniously and he was already missing the feeling even if he was no longer being pounded into the side of his Baby. He looked back to see Cas sitting down, motioning for Dean to come over. He didn't really know what Cas was thinking, he was not that flexible, but stretching his joints sounded pretty damn good.

Cas gathered him up and turned him around so he could pull Dean's back flush to his chest -much like how Dean had him in the water- and ran his finger nails over his front, his teeth chomping down into the back of his neck. Dean stretched with the sudden pain, his legs stretching as far as they could into the passenger's seat and his breath hitched up into his body as he pushed back into the guy, his lower back rubbing down on Cas' dick. That's when Cas picked him up –jesus, the guy actually managed to pick him up- and Dean helped line up his entrance with Cas' cock.

His hands dug deep into Cas' legs refusing to bend and refusing to let him lower himself. Cas went back to biting and sucking his shoulder, a distracting hand raking up his thigh and curling around his erection. Finally! A tight grip pulled at him, turning over his head and pulling back down his shaft. His body shook more violently this time as the heat pushed around him and his arms collapsed, his body sinking down over Cas. It came with an unexpected amount of pleasure as the angle he fell with pressed right up against that spot, the small bend in Cas' cock pushing him in exactly the right way. His body exploded in pleasure with the move and he needed to get that feeling again.

He wasn't flexible much but he had muscles. He could work his legs and his arms, his hands bruising Cas' thighs, and he managed to rock up and down, meeting the small thrusts Cas attempted to make. Cas continued to pull at his cock, his soft hands managing to do amazing things as his thumb flicked over his head with every go. That heat inside his body wasn't the same as the sex he'd had before. This one was burning so much more. He had to check a few times, looking down, just to make sure that Cas hadn't gone all angel mojo by some miracle, sending those overly heated waves of pleasure smashing through him in white lightening strikes.

His legs were burning, his joints crying, his muscles stretching in odd ways but it was so damn perfect he couldn't think of anything else. He pushed and pushed and Cas kept rubbing his cock, biting him, and licking him and he sank down again and that pain, that shot of adrenaline, just pushed him and pushed him and oh god it was too much and he tried to go faster but his hips kept failing and he was crying out and suddenly he was moaning and groaning and panting and whining and coming harder than he ever remembered –his toes curling on the floor of his car and squeezing Cas' already abused legs under him.

Cas gasped from behind him as he continued to rock, his hands helping him along, and it only took a high pitched –far more than he ever cared to admit- whines of "Castie- Cast- Cas!" Then Cas was coming. He just knew it as he felt the former angel moan at his ear, his hands pulling down too harshly, making him unable to thrust up and down anymore. Then he just fell against him. He fell completely.

He just came, in the back seat of his car, in the middle of a parking lot, with a former Angel of the Lord. A very commanding Angel of the Lord. Who was still in his ass, breathing down his very naked neck. Oh what the hell was going on?

Knock, knock, knock.

Oh triple mother fucking shit. Someone was knocking on the car's window. Shit!

He scrambled off quick, tossing clothes back at Cas, not caring to check and see whose they were. They were really his anyway. It didn't matter! He just dressed really damn fast –which was really damn hard with the clothes being damp- and climbed to the front seat, double checking Cas quick before cracking it open.

"Yeah?"

It wasn't a cop. Just some woman, soccer mom by the look of it. She was holding a jacket over her head and leaned in a bit when Dean rolled the window down more. The thunder had stopped but the rain was still going.

"Did you need any help?"

"Help?"

"With your car! Didn't see it on." Right he turned it off to save on gas in the middle of one of their card games. "Thought you might have needed a jump."

"No. No jump. Thanks though."

"Oh okay." The stranger caught Cas in the back and her eyes lit up. He still had his shirt off. Dean had at least three visible hickies. The windows were fogged to all hell. Damn. "Oh, okay." She repeated herself, more knowingly. "Got one already huh?" She sent a quick wink to the back and waved as she jogged back to her own car.

Dean ignored his face lighting up in flames and turned on the car, double ignoring the embarrassment when Cas climbed into the front –exiting the car and walking in like a normal person. Or not normal person.

Dean just sat there with the car running, unmoving, and refusing to look over. Then came the laughing. Just the small chuckle that started in his throat and moved through his chest before he couldn't help himself and he was full on gasping.

Cas looked at him with a tilted head and furrowed eyes and when he looked over at it he just burst out laughing more, doubling over into the steering wheel with how hard he was. "Why are you laughing Dean?" That did not help.

"Cas-" He needed to catch his breath but found it hard. "Cas I- Cas you just – You and I just-" He couldn't even say it!

"Was it unsatisfactory?"

Dean shook his head, still laughing. "Cas. You just fucked me. In the backseat. And I- and I- and my ass hurts man!" He burst out laughing again, a goofy smile plastered on his face. Yup. After-hormone effects were a definite bitch. A very awesome one.

Cas just kept staring at him curiously until a smile started to cross out on his face too. Dean's laughing had caught on like a contagion and he couldn't help cracking that smile, laughing a bit to himself when Dean pulled away, rubbing his hand on the window so he could see.

Back at the bunker Sam was in the kitchen making soup. Dean and Cas walked in chucking out the old food and tossing the weird pineapple thing on the counter. Dean jumped noticing him there, doing his best to cover up the exposed bits on his neck, hoping to god that his dark spots were not showing.

"Hey guys. Thought you'd be back earlier. Internet said there was this big storm."

Dean smirked at Cas who was definitely giving him sassy eyes. Damn kid and his sassy eyes.

"Yeah it…wasn't that bad."

"Dean quite enjoyed himself in the storm."

"Thanks for pointing that out Cas." Dean glared and he was sassy eying him again.

"Weren't you wearing a different shirt Dean?" Dean crossed his arms as Sam stared and Cas scoffed quietly.

"No."

"Is something going on?" Sam asked with a cough added on in between. Dean tried to cover his neck again, hoping Sam was too sick to notice. "Something I should know about?"

"No!" Dean kind of yelled before clapping his hands together and trying to sound more nonchalant. "No. You just missed out on some killer burgers. And Cas' first time swimming. Little dude owned the doggy paddle."

"Way to go Cas."

"So." Dean pointed towards his room and mumbled words together. "Clothes- wet- new- shower- pizza- yeah."

Dean left and Sam stared at Cas who was caught staring at Dean. Cas rocked back for a seconds before pointing towards Dean and nodding. "I will follow him."

Cas did follow him, directly into his bedroom without knocking, just as Dean was shucking off the last of his clothes in the bathroom.

"Hello Dean."

"Jesus Cas!" The idea of that collar came to mind again. This time it made his skin flush. Oh he was so in it deep. After one fuck too. Shit.

"Have you recovered from your laughing spree?"

"Huh? Oh yeah sure."

"Good."

Cas lunged at Dean and grabbed his head, pulling his mouth against his. This time Dean didn't freeze. He owned up to the kiss, showing Cas who really knew a thing or two. This time he had Cas moaning first, his hands roaming down to throw off his clothes.

"This is so freaking weird Cas."

"Is that a good or a bad thing?"

"Shut up."

Dean smiled and Cas smiled back before they decided to try something a bit more complicated than car sex. Shower sex really was wacky.

"Ready for your stretching lesson Cas?"