Dean smirked and got naked pretty darn fast. Cas pulled him down and they rolled around, skin sliding over skin. "What do you want, Cas?" Dean whispered in his ear, making Cas gasp. "You..." he keened. "In me... please." Dean growled low and grabbed the lube and a condom. "You sure? You never bottomed before..." Cas blushed but nodded. "Yes, Dean.. just... please." The gravelly voice dropped another few bars and Dean felt his mind go blank. He kissed Cas roughly again and flipped the lube open. "Geez Cas, had I known a little manhandling would get you this worked up..." Dean joked, trying to distract Cas from the lubed up finger he pressed to his hole. Cas hissed out a sharp breath. "Dean... yes... I..I.." he gasped incoherently. Dean kissed him again and he slipped his finger inside. Cas bucked, moaned and writhed. "Oh my stars!" he gasped, making Dean smile. Worked up or not, Cas never called out for God. Not even in extacy. "You like that, huh, angel?" Dean teased. "Yes, please, more." Cas panted, moving his hips. Dean slowly worked him open, and Cas equally slowly came apart. He was just a gasping, moaning mess by the time Dean got to lubing himself up. "Haven't even hit your sweetspot yet, angel... and you are so ready for it..." He smiled and crooked his index finger slightly, searching for that small nub.
When he found it, Cas arched up, only the crown of his head and his toes still touching the bed. "Geez, Cas.. " Dean said, liquid heat coiling in his stomach. "You look so delicious..." He lined himself up and softly pressed into Cas. When he breached him, Cas sighed softly, as if he had already found relief. "You ok, angel?" Dean asked, a bit anxious. Cas opened his eyes, the blue so dark, it was nearly black. "Fine. But..." Dean paused his movements, afraid he had done sometning wrong, or that Cas didn't like it. "What?" Cas tilted his head to the side. "Is this it? If so... I'm... slightly disappointed." Dean chuckled and, endeared, he sweetly kissed those chapped lips. "No, angel. Just you wait." He pushed a bit further, and Cas gasped. "Oh... oooohhh." Dean stopped, scared he would hurt Cas. "Why did you stop? Please, go on..." Dean smirked. Only his angel would ask it like that... He pushed again, inch by slow inch, careful not to hurt Cas, until he bottomed out. "You still good, Cas?" Cas nodded, biting his lip in extacy. When he felt it would be ok to, Dean slowly started to move and if he thought Cas had been a mess before, he was proven wrong. Cas rolled his head from side to side, moaning, mewling, keening and he looked absolutely gorgeous! Dean picked up the pace and Cas moved with him. The only legillable thing out of him was Dean's name, over and over again. Dean moaned and moved faster, but still careful. "Dean..." He looked into those amazing eyes, noting that the pupils were so blown, there was only a sliver of deep blue visible. "Dean... more, please." Dean felt his restraint being tested, creaking at the simple request, and he got a bit wilder. Cas loved it! He bucked and pushed his ass up wildly. Dean swore he could hear the tiny sound with which his restraint splintered, and he forgot about caution. He could feel his climax mounting and he threw his head back with a moan as he pushed hard into Cas. Cas arched off the bed again and he moaned loudly. "D-Deaaaaannn." Dean felt Cas clasp down on him and that was it. He was gone. He tumbled into his orgasm, just as Cas was riding out his own.
Sam pushed open the door and suspiciously glanced around the room. It looked ok. He sniffed surreptiously. It smelled, well marginally ok. Yet still it felt different. Cas was reading on Dean's bed, as usual, and Dean came out of the bathroom, drying his hair. "Heya, Sammy. You got the pie?" Sam squinted at him. "Dean... what happened?" Dean blinked innocently. "Nothing special. We watched tv, I ate Cas' fries. You know he doesn't care for them. And I took a shower..." Sam shook his head. "Nope... something is off." He sniffed again. "Dude, did you get... cottoncandy?" Cas widened his eyes and Dean looked spooked. "Cas..." he started, sounding positively anxious. "I guess so, Dean. I think it is." Dean swore. "Sonofabitch! Come on then, you toothrot loving douche!" Sam stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Dean? What's going on?" he asked cautiously. "Heya Sam! So good to see you again!" Sam swirled around. "Gabriel?! What the Hell?" Gabriel eyed Cas and Dean. "You two done yanking my chain?" he asked accusingly. Dean grinned, but said nothing. Gabriel turned to Sam again. "Can you believe these two wanted me to believe they were an item?" Sam blinked. "They are. Ever since the succubi thing." Gabriel blinked his golden eyes. "Oh. Wow... colour me surprised." He tilted his head inquieringly. "Saaaammmm. Does that mean I got a chance with you, my honeybear?" Sam cursed and threw a book at him, while Dean threw his head back laughing.
Well. That was all she wrote... for now. Happy holidays, my unicorns!