We weren't in love, oh no, far from it

We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored

Livin' by the sword

And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods

Castiel and Dean were crashing against each other the second they had securely shut the door behind them in the Novaks' apartment. The blue eyed man moaned as his hands slipped under Dean's shirt and his hips rolled against the others. "Fuck me," he breathed against the skin of Dean's neck for what seemed like the millionth time. "Please Dean." Dean moaned as well and he grasped Castiel's hips, turning him roughly and pressing him against the kitchen counter.

The Novaks' apartment was small, it had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a small living area and the kitchen which was where the front door was located. There was a small balcony, but besides that it was really nothing special. Castiel liked that, small living areas when there weren't that many people living together. It fit both him and Gabriel and that was enough.

Dean slipped his hands around Castiel's front and tugged at the button of Castiel's jeans. His face had nuzzled itself against the other man's neck and Castiel braced his hands against the counter. "Oh Dean," he breathed and he rolled his hips back, pushing against Dean's crotch. "Please." His body was already burning with arousal and he just needed to feel Dean , they'd already fucked around today, but Castiel wanted to have more of Dean. He wanted to have all of him.

"Okay," he murmured and Castiel shook because that was something he'd been waiting to hear for almost two weeks. He smiled widely and he felt Dean tug his pants down roughly, causing him to let out a low moan. His grip on the counter tightened and he pushed back against Dean more.

"Fuck Dean," he murmured and he felt his face flush, a layer of sweat already prickling his skin. Dean's hand had found it's way to Castiel's cock and he stroked down on it roughly, causing the other man to arch his back and screw his eyes shut from the absolute pleasure. "Oh fuck." He trembled and one of his hands moved up to one of the cabinets. He didn't want to fool around anymore, he wanted to get to it. Dean stroked him again and Castiel sucked his lip into his opened the cabinet and he moved back to press against Dean more.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a whisper as he bit down on Castiel's neck.

"Lube," he breathed and he arched his back into Dean's touches. "We need lube." He panted slightly because his body was aching for more touches, and his heart was racing at its maximum speed. Dean nodded and he moved away from Castiel slightly, probably to take himself out of his jeans. The blue eyed man bit his bottom lip and he grabbed the olive oil. He'd read in a book somewhere that the Greeks used it for lubricant in Ancient Greece. He pulled it out and a loud chuckle presented itself from behind Castiel. "What's so funny?" He turned around to look at Dean and looked down at the other man's cock, wanting so badly to just press against him, but he also wanted to get fucked more.

"Olive oil?" Dean asked and Castiel narrowed his eyes.

"Yes olive oil," he said with a furrow of his brow. Dean laughed again and he took the oil. "Is that a problem?" Castiel cocked a brow and watched as Dean shook his head.

"No," he said, trying to control his now small chuckles. "No its not a problem." He turned it so that the label was facing Castiel and he smirked. "Its just extra virgin." Blue eyes skimmed down Dean's broad shoulders and chest, landing on the label of the olive oil. Extra Virgin Olive Oil. Castiel's lips curled into a grin and his head leaned back, exposing his neck. A laugh vibrated up from his lungs and pushed past his lips. It was loud and he grasped at his chest before it died off because Dean was back on top of him. Castiel moaned and his hands were grasping at Dean, mouth clamping shut.

Dean smiled against Castiel's skin and he nipped on his neck, sucking a large mark onto it. Castiel squirmed and then he pushed Dean away some, turning around. He shook his ass some and felt the hands grasped his ass causing him to moan. "Oh fuck Dean," he groaned his he moved his ass more into the other's hands. "Please."

"Okay Cas," he heard Dean murmur as he moved his mouth next to Castiel's ear, teeth going to nibble on his lobe. "Whatever you want." Castiel shivered and he nodded his head, causing Dean's grip on his ear to tighten. Fuck it felt so amazing, every piece of Dean that was touching Castiel was just igniting every nerve in his body. Dean Winchester was truly a god among men. His broadly built, muscles peeking up around every piece of him and making curves. They were so smooth and inviting and Castiel would be perfectly content if that was all he was allowed to do to Dean, just touch him and get nothing in return.

"Please," Castiel whined and a second later a finger was slipping into him. Castiel tensed up entirely, not expecting it so soon. A little pain shot through him and up his spine. "Eh." He shivered as Dean continued to push into him. He let out a short breath and there was a soft kiss on his neck.

"Is this okay?" Dean asked and Castiel smiled. Of course it was okay, it was fucking fantastic because this was Dean. Castiel nodded and he reached behind him to touch Dean's hand, pushing so that his finger went into him more. He let out a small cry and then screwed his eyes shut.

"Just work me and I'll feel better," he murmured and then Dean started to move in and out of him slowly, a slick finger working into him and feeling absolutely amazing after a few thrusts. Castiel moaned softly and under his breath he whispered, "Add another."

Dean pressed another wet kiss to Castiel's throat and he nipped on the skin. He slipped another finger inside of Castiel and pushed it deep into him, rubbing against Castiel's prostate. The blue eyed man first let out a cry then it quickly turned into a moan and he rocked back on Dean's fingers to feel it again. Dean pushed forward again, almost as if he was thrusting into Castiel and that made the other man arch his back towards Dean.

"Oh fuck," he moaned loudly and his entire body shook all over. Dean scissored his fingers and started to thrust them in and out of Castiel, pressing down on his prostate every so often. This time it did not take much for Castiel to be ready for a third finger. He started to rock back on the fingers and Dean had no trouble slipping another one, marking it up to three. Castiel was moaning and shaking, his hand reaching behind him to tangle itself in Dean's hair. "Fuck." He was panting, but he didn't care, he didn't care if he sounded like he was in some adult video. Anyone, and Castiel was sure about this, would sound like they were in one. Dean's fingers felt magnificent in the other man, his other hand gripping Castiel's hip roughly, lips attaching to any exposed skin he could find of Castiel. "Please Dean." He was shaking uncontrollably and if Dean didn't do anything soon Castiel would come without him. "Please I need to feel you."

"You are feeling me Cas," Dean whispered, the first words after several long pleasurable minutes. Castiel moaned because Dean had pressed his three fingers against Castiel's prostate. His hand slipped from Castiel's hip and smoothed out to wrap around his cock, stroking softly. Castiel squeezed his eyes shut and he tugged Dean's hair roughly, eliciting a moan from the other man. The blue eyed man had gotten that noise completely seared into his mind so that he could save it for a rainy day.

"Fuck. Me," he growled and he pulled even harder, making Dean stroke him down roughly. "Dean!" Castiel was going to come, he could feel it, and he was going to be so pissed. The fingers slipped out of him and the hand opened, releasing him. Castiel whimpered and his nails dug into the wooden counter. He let out a deep breath and he trembled, ass shaking again because he wanted to feel Dean. It was a few moments later when he felt the tip of Dean's cock start to push into him and pain shot through him. He cried and his back arched. Had Dean's cock always been fucking huge? Castiel couldn't even remember it. It pushed into him more and he felt like he was splitting open. "Stop." He shook his head and Dean stopped his movements.

"What?" He asked, hands going to rest on Castiel's hips. The blue eyed man could hear the concern in Dean's voice and it made him smile because that meant he also cared about Castiel's saftey. "You wanted me to fuck you." He started to pull himself from Castiel but the other man quickly moved his hand to behind Dean.

"No," he whimpered and he moved himself back some, to push Dean to where he was. "I just need it slow, you're uh." His cheeks, that were so flushed he should looked like five playing cards, burned to an even new shade of red, almost like tomatoes. "You're really big." Castiel could practically feel Dean's smirk from behind him and he inched a little more into Castiel.

"So slow?" He asked and Castiel nodded. Dean moved to be pressed against Castiel, a hand slipping under Castiel's shirt and smoothed across the sweaty skin. "I can work with that." He kissed the side of Castiel's neck and peppered them up the skin, smile spreading when he reached Castiel's scruff. "You're not clean shaven." The words were so hot against Castiel's ear, and Dean's cock was continuously pushing in, filling Castiel nicely.

"You-ha," he panted slightly and his fingers curled into fists. "You said you liked the scruff." Dean smiled and he nodded.

"I do," he whispered and he stopped moving, hips pressed against Castiel and cock fully inside of him. "It tickles." Castiel's breath caught as he tried to take all of Dean in, to relax his entire body, because there was no way that he would decline having Dean's cock in him. Dean started to pull out and Castiel clenched around him, causing Dean to stutter and push back in. "Oh fuck Cas." A small moan escaped him and Castiel shook his head.

"Not yet," he breathed and he moved a little, spreading his legs some. "I have to get used to it." Dean nodded against Castiel's cheek, a small chuckle escaping as his body shook. Castiel had tickled him with his scruff. It was a few moments before Castiel nodded and he rolled his hips. "You can move." Dean kissed him again and then pulled out slowly, it was with ease and he thrusting back in, a little bit quicker and hitting Castiel's prostate. "Oh fuck." He clenched and Dean moaned along with Castiel.

"So fucking tight," he breathed and he gripped Castiel tighter. "Tighter than I thought." That's because Dean's cock was huge compared to what Castiel had been used to. He thrusted up into Castiel again, hand going to stroke the other man. He was trembling because Dean felt so fucking good in him. He kept hitting Castiel's prostate and he was moaning and panting just as much as the blue eyed man. It was so hot in the kitchen, and Castiel wanted to reach across to turn the air conditioning up more. He didn't though and he even moved his hand to grasp at Dean's back, edging him to move even more. "So beautiful."Castiel moaned a little louder and Dean stroked roughly.

"Oh fuck," he moved with Dean, being pushed more and more against the counter as Dean's thrusts became harder. "More Dean, oh fuck please." His head lolled back and it knocked into Dean's shoulder. Dean sucked on Castiel's neck, teeth biting with every upward thrust. His pace increased and Castiel could feel himself climbing quickly. "More." Dean had pulled out, or as far as he could so that his head was just barely in and he pushed up into Castiel as rough as he possibly could. Castiel whined and moaned, turning his head only slightly.

Castiel was surprised by the lips he felt against his own, his body shifting some so that he could kiss Dean with a little more passion. Fireworks were exploding inside of Castiel and he was coming after the green eyed man's tongue hungrily slipped into his mouth. "Dean," he moaned in a muffle as the man's tongue rolled insync with his own. He whimpered as he came on the lower cabinets, it was surprisingly only a few thrusts later before he felt Dean let go inside of him. Castiel had moaned and he felt Dean shake and stutter in his thrusts as he rode his orgasm out, a low moan blowing itself against his lips. Dean was the first to pull away, moving back only slightly so that his cock would slip out.

"Fuck Cas," he mumbled as his hands slipped themselves from Castiel's shirt. The blue eyed man's hand fell from Dean's hair and he just leaned against the counter, deciding if he could move or not. "That was," a small dry chuckle escaped Dean's lips. "That was amazing." Castiel smiled and he nodded. Eventually he moved his hands down to pull up his pants and he turned to face Dean fully. "We're doing it again."

Castiel chuckled and he bit his bottom lip. "I have no problem with that," he said and he tucked his cock back into his pants, looking down to see Dean's still out. "Just give me a few days to heal up, maybe even one if I don't do much." He watched as Dean moved to tuck his cock back into his jeans and smile.

"Good, because I'm not sure if I could go days without feeling your ass around my cock," he said and he moved to grasp at Castiel's hips. The blue eyed man moved his hands to run them up Dean's KISS shirt and he traced his fingers across the several marks that he'd given the other man over the past few weeks.

"I don't know if I could go days without feeling it," he murmured and he leaned up to smash their lips together, a hand moving to slip behind Dean's head and play with the small hairs on the back of his neck. Castiel was pushed away from Dean seconds later and he opened his eyes to see the man shaking his head. "What?"

"No kissing," he mumbled as he grasped Castiel's arms and brought them down to just rest on his chest. "Not unless we're fucking." Castiel furrowed his brow and he moved his hands to grasp at Dean's and pull them away from him in general. He pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Why the fuck not?" He asked because that just sounded stupid.

"Because we're not dating," Dean argued as he himself furrowed his brow. "We're not dating, we're not friends, we're just fucking each other for pure pleasure." Castiel could feel the edge in Dean's voice and he rolled his eyes.

"Fucking fine, so when you're shoving your dick in my ass you'll kiss me, but you won't show a little affection after we're done?" He hissed and he watched as Dean clenched his jaw.

"Do you want to get fucked by me or not?" He asked and Castiel rolled his eyes.

"Just leave," Castiel murmured as he moved to point at the door.

"Excuse me?" He asked and Castiel shook his head.

"I didn't stutter Dean, get out of my apartment," Castiel said as he glared at Dean. With a huff and a slam of the door Dean had left Castiel alone in his apartment. Dean, as Castiel so pleasantly put it, is a terrible idea, but that didn't mean that the Novak was going to stay away from him. He ran his through his hair and groaned. There was nothing he could do though, he didn't want to fight with Dean so he just walked back to his room, grabbing his new book of his nightstand and sitting down.

Charlie was supposed to come around to the apartment soon and he really wanted to get some reading done. He opened his book and started to read eventually sucking a lip into his mouth in concentration. After a seven days' march through woodland, the traveler directed towards Baucis cannot see the city and yet has he arrived. Castiel sighed halfway through though, because all he could think about was Dean.

"Dean?" Charlie asked with a cocked brow as they sat down on his couch, flipping on the TV and catching the tail end of The Beverly Hillbillies episode that Castiel seen for an unknown amount of times. "Don't tell me you mean Dean Winchester." She glared at Castiel and he just shrugged his shoulders.

"Honestly Charlie, we never discussed last names, we just figured out first ones," he said as he sat down beside her, handing her a bottle of Coke. "Does Dean Winchester have a younger brother name Sam?" That got Charlie upset, she leaned over to Castiel and her hand was in a tight fist as it came across his arm.

"Fuck Cas!" She breathed and then she let out a loud laugh. "You're actually being boned by Winchester!" She laughed again and Castiel cocked a brow.

"No that can't be right, I mean his brother said that they just came into town," he said, because he clearly remembered Sam telling him that.

"Yeah, they did," she said and that did nothing to clear things with Castiel and make things simple. "Every year they come for the summer because Ellen, the owner of the Roadhouse, gives Dean a job bartending." That still made no sense to Castiel. He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes.

"Then why didn't you say something when I said I met someone at the bar?" He asked and Charlie laughed again.

"Because Cas, up until just now I was completely sold on the idea that Dean Winchester was a red blooded, cold hearted, lady killer. I didn't know that he'd actually been batting for the other team." Castiel's eyes grew wide, not believing that in any form.

"Dean has gotten it on with chicks?" Castiel asked, even though it was obvious that he was experienced, but inexperienced when it came to touching Castiel. He shook his head, not wanting to believe it all that well.

"Yeah," she said and she grasped Castiel's arm. "Like a shit ton Cas. He's slept with any girl who has flirted with him."

"No," Castiel said and he shook his head.

"Yes," she replied and she nodded. "Yes he does. Every summer he comes, gets some cash for Sam's college and then leaves after sleeping around silly." Castiel continued to shake his head even though Dean completely looked like the type of person. He was attractive, and god did Castiel know that. He had a nice well shaped body with hard muscles and his ass, still the best thing that Castiel has gotten to look at. He sighed.

"Well then I'm added to the list because he actually fucked me today." Charlie's eyes grew wide and she let out another loud laugh.

"You were right," she said and she hit Castiel across the shoulder again as a rerun of Star Trek started to play on the television. "I would tell you that he's a fucking bad idea." She giggled and Castiel rolled his eyes.

"I don't know if we're going to fuck again though, he sort of pissed me off," he murmured as he rubbed his arm. "Also, stop fucking hitting me. I'm not scared to punch a lesbian." He leaned across the couch and shoved his fist against her arm. Charlie grabbed his wrist and cocked a brow.

"What did he do? You've been wanting him to fuck you since you met him," she said and Castiel sighed. "Was he bad at it?"

"God no!" He said with a chuckle. "Fuck no that was the best sex I've had, no, he just ticked me off and I need to take a break from him." Charlie narrowed her eyes but decided to drop the subject.

"Well, its very nice to know that he's switched on to men," she said with a cross of her arms over her chest.

"Oh?" Castiel asked. "Why? Did he hit on you?" Charlie snorted a laugh and shook her head.

"No, but he tried to steal Gilda away from me," she said and Castiel nodded.

"Bad idea?"

"Bad idea." They both laughed and went back to paying attention to the movie.

Later on that evening instead of going to the Roadhouse, like Castiel had done practically every night for the past two weeks, Charlie had invited him to go to a barn party just outside of town.

"His name is Ash," she said with a small smile as they started their normal descent down the semi busy street of where Castiel lived. "He's really cool, has a mullet and everything."

Castiel rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Because a guy with a mullet sounds so appealing," he mumbled and Charlie let out a laugh as well.

"What? Mullets don't appeal to you?" She asked and Castiel stuck his tongue out with a small gag.

"God no," he muttered and he shook his head, just thinking about one making him sick to his stomach. "No, they're not in any interest of mine."

"So what if Dean got a mullet?" She asked, now being informed of Dean's name as well as all of their excursions. Castiel shook his head.

"Fuck you because he's a weak spot right now," he said with a chuckle. "But no, I wouldn't fuck Dean if he had a mullet." Charlie looked over at Castiel.

"And why not?" She asked and Castiel shook all over.

"Because I have bad memories with mullets and they're just stupid." They walked in silence for a few minutes because they could do that. They had that sort of friendship where they didn't have to have an ongoing conversation to have a good time.

When they approached the so called party area Castiel was quick to notice that there was entirely no one around. He turned to Charlie and cocked a brow. "I thought you told me there was a party going on?" He asked and Charlie just nodded.

"There is," she said and she giggled at Castiel confused expression. She wrapped her hand around his and tugged him back behind the house that had all of its lights turned off. "Its behind the house, stop freaking out." Castiel scoffed, he was not freaking out; he was just questioning why there didn't seem to be anybody at this so called party. Charlie pulled him around the corner of the farmhouse and he instantly knew why everything looked so dead. It was exactly as she had said, it was behind the house.

There was a fire, one that was at least two Castiels and it was gargantuan; flames long and upward, licking at the giant oak tree leaves that were resting above it. If Castiel were a fireman he might have seen this as a problem, but he wasn't and it looked pretty fucking awesome to him. There were, Castiel would estimate, about ten people scattered about the fire, some drinking and some laughing. Behind the roaring fire and people was a barn, which seemed to be filled with even more people and a band playing. For what Castiel could tell, without actually have been in the barn yet, it was a cover band and their singer was doing an excellent job at doing the Eagles' Hotel California. He smiled, his body already reacting to the music and making him want to go and dance.

"Do you dance Charlie?" He asked and another chuckle escaped her.

"No," she said with a wrinkle of her nose. "God no I don't dance." Her hand slipped from Castiel's and she lead them to the barn. "Sorry, but I'm sure your fine ass can find a partner."

"My fine ass? Charlie what would Gilda think?" He asked with a smirk. She nudged his arm with her elbow as they walked through the big red doors.

"She would think that I was just trying to make your pathetic ass feel better," Charlie replied as they made it to the drinks table.

"Charlie!" A man called and Castiel looked with Charlie over to the voice to see a man with a mullet, which could only mean that it meant Ash.

"Ash!" She yelled back and she ran up to him to wrap her arms around him in a giant hug. Castiel walked over awkwardly, not quite ready to go off and explore. "Hey!" She laughed and he hugged her back, picking her up which caused a slap across his face. Ash grunted and put her down. "Ash," she looked back at Castiel and gestured her hand to him. "This is Castiel, the new guy that I met." Ash looked Castiel and the Novak fixed his glasses awkwardly, he didn't always like meeting new people.

"Hey Castiel," he said and he wrapped an arm around Castiel. "So there's beer, whiskey, and moonshine; though you should keep your mouth shut about the moonshine." Castiel nodded, knowing very well that it was illegal to make moonshine. He smiled at Ash and then slipped from the other's grasp.

"Nice to meet you, but I'm going to go find a dance partner." He smiled widely at the both of them and then walked off into the crowd of people dancing. Castiel hadn't been paying any attention on who was singing even though he should have been. If he hadn't have found someone to dance with, she had a nice smile and nice curves even though he would never go for that, then he probably would have left the floor and possibly the party. When the song had ended and the girl had successfully wrapped her arms around his neck they turned to look at the band.

Holy fucking shit it was Dean, it was Dean and he was off to the corner with a guitar and his eyes were on Castiel. The Novak had bit his lip and he looked towards the girl. "What's your name?" He asked as his eyes wandered over to Dean's again, watching his fingers as they slowly started up the next song with a guitar riff.

"Meg," she said with a smile and she moved a little closer to Castiel as the singer started his opening. Castiel nodded and he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer. Dean's eyes were still on him and he just wanted to turn and flick him off. Hell, he could kiss Meg, that would probably get his juice going. If Dean had freaked over Castiel hanging out with Charlie what would he think if he kissed Meg in front of him. They weren't dating, Dean had made that clear.

"I'm Castiel," he said with a small smile and he turned them so that Dean would have to look at his back. "Do you live here?" Castiel broke away from Meg and he started to flow from side to side. She giggled and nodded.

"I do, and Castiel is a weird name," she commented and he rolled his eyes. Yes he understood that his name was weird, but did every single person he met here have to make some weird comment about it?

"Yeah, its a religious name," he commented and he smiled as he placed is hands on her hips. Maybe that could get the blood flowing between them, if Dean could mess around with girls and fuck Castiel then he could make the appearance of it. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck again.

"Well, Clarence," she said and she giggled again. "You have to be the sexiest guy at this party." Castiel looked at her and he smirked.

"I'm going to go get myself a drink, do you want something?" Meg nodded and Castiel leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. He watched as the blush sprouted across her cheeks and he chuckled. "I'll be back." The blue eyed man left her then, listening to the tale ends of a song. He wondered how long before they ended a set. What would happen then? Would Dean approach Castiel? Or would he just ignore him? Castiel shook his head and grit his teeth, he was mad at Dean, he didn't give two fucks if Dean tried to talk to him.

Castiel would just have to give Dean the cold shoulder, he didn't want the other man to get big headed and think he could just fuck Castiel as he pleased; not saying that Castiel wouldn't be fine with the idea, but he didn't want to be considered a tramp. He poured himself a cup of punch and sipped on it gingerly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He heard a familiar voice hiss as someone grabbed his shoulder and made him turn around. He glared up at Dean and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"What do you mean? I was invited," he retorted as he ripped Dean's grasp away from him. Dean clenched his jaw and shook his head.

"Not what I'm talking about," he said and then he was tugging Castiel away, out of the barn. Castiel was honestly confused by such a statement and he struggled against Dean's grasp as he pulled him through the crowd of now mingling people since there was no music. Guess they were done with their set sooner than expected. "What the hell are you doing here with Meg?"

"Why the hell do you care?" Castiel asked as the exited the bar. "You know Dean, if people saw you leaving the party with a guy they might talk. How would all those girls feel if they knew you liked to stick your dick up ass?" Castiel was afraid of his sexuality, he knew what he was and if anybody had anything to say he'd tell them to fuck off. Dean stopped and he turned to Castiel. He furrowed his brow and Castiel just rolled his eyes. "It was nice figuring out that I've been sleeping with the town's whore." The blue eyed man ripped his hand away finally and fixed his glasses.

"I'm not a whore," Dean hissed and he reached out for Castiel again, which is turn only made the man back away. "Cas I'm not a whore, sure I've slept around, but that doesn't make me a whore." Castiel rolled his eyes.

"I swear to god Dean, you're a fucking idiot!" He shook his head and Dean just grabbed his arm, pulling him off into the woods. "Where the hell are you taking mph!-" He was cut off when Dean's lips crushed against his own. All of Castiel's anger seemed to dissipate and he quickly shoved himself against Dean.

"I'm sorry," Dean breathed shyly as he looked down at Castiel, moving them so that the Novak was pressed against a tree. "I'm sorry for pissing you off." Castiel shook his head and tugged at Dean's shirt.

"I don't give a shit," he murmured and moaned softly when Dean started to work on his belt. "Not right now, just fucking touch me." Everything seemed to be ignited when Dean touched him again and Castiel could already feel his control slip. He was still sore from earlier that day, so fucking was out of the question, but that didn't mean that they couldn't do other things. Dean smirked and then he was kissing Castiel's neck, causing the man to quiver and practically hold himself up with the tree. He moaned softly and his hands attached themselves to Dean's hair, tugging roughly. "Fuck Dean." The other man moaned and he shifted to be on his knees, causing Castiel to smile and loll his head back. He shivered as he felt Dean's hands tug his pants down just enough to release his cock and he moaned when the man before him took no time at all to take it into his mouth.

Dean stroked down on Castiel's cock and it caused a ripple effect through Castiel, making him shake with need. He moaned and Dean started to bob his head. He tugged on Dean's hair and bit the inside of his mouth. "Dean," he breathed and it took every ounce of his willpower not to buck his hips up into Dean's mouth. "Dammit." He groaned and tugged more, causing the man to moan around his cock. "I'm supposed to be mad at you." Castiel shuddered and he moaned again.

"Be mad at me," Dean breathed as he popped off of Castiel for a second. Castiel hissed and he pushed Dean's head towards his cock again, the other man moved to nip at the side of the Novak's cock. Castiel was quickly becoming a moaning and quivering mess. "I'm still going to blow you." Castiel smirked and he rolled his hips against Dean's face. His eyes were screwed shut and his breath hitched as Dean took him back into his mouth.

"Fuck," he grunted and he tugged on Dean's hair. The man's mouth was magical. It was absolutely mesmerizing and Castiel knew he would never get enough of it. "Fuck baby." Dean moved faster and sucked harder, causing Castiel to come too quickly. He gripped Dean's hair and tugged on it as he bit a hole in his lip. His eyes fluttered as Dean swallowed him down and blood flowed into his mouth. When the other slipped off of him Castiel pulled him up to shove their lips together. Dean obliged as he tucked Castiel back into his pants and he tasted the blood.

"You bit through your lip?" He asked with a smirk. Castiel rolled his eyes and pushed Dean off of him.

"I'm still pissed at you," he grumbled and he looked down at Dean's crotch, seeing it hard. "I'm not helping you with that either." Dean frowned and he placed his hands on Castiel's hips.

"Come on baby," he whispered and kissed Castiel again. "Please?" The Novak pushed at Dean, but he sighed against the kiss. He broke apart from Dean and he was on his knees in a matter of moments.