Needless to say, Dean was surprised by Castiel's himself was still unsure of how he felt about it. He knew he wasn't into guys, otherwise his subscription to Busty Asian Beauties would have been cancelled a long time ago. But it was Castiel. It was always Castiel.
As Castiel kissed him, Dean put a hand on his stubble, drawing him closer. Castiel broke away to draw in breath. He looked at Dean.
"...you."
Dean neither knew nor cared what Castiel said, for then he pulled him against his body, rigid as he could possibly be, and a fiery craving consumed him. Dean tearing away his leather coat, Castiel throwing off his trench coat, discarding them so they could get to the layers underneath. Heat Dean had never felt before burned with every touch, every graze of their lips blazing. They weren't trying to catch their breath, they were trying to inhale the other's. The two of them stood there for a long while, running their hands over the other's body, wanting it to last, not wanting to cross a boundary, yet, knowing things would never be the same.
"Cas, I..."
"Dean..."
Neither of them needed to say anything.
Their hunger overcame them as clothes fell to the floor. Electrifying with every touch of skin against skin, Dean and Castiel's ache for each other grew. Dean, wanting to learn, needing to learn the contours of Castiel's body, kissed his cheek, his jaw, his collarbone. Dean put him through hell, and the least he could do was show him ecstasy in its purest form. He breathed out a soft moan as Castiel put a hand on his shoulder, on the scar where Dean was raised. He started to become harder, and he could feel his cock rising. Dean looked up at Castiel from his place, kissing his lower abdomen. Castiel ran his hands through his hair and Dean stood up, picking up Castiel at the knees. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean, kissing him until they were laying on the couch. Castiel hadn't mentioned anything, but he was sporting a raging hard-on.
Dean was using his hands to elicit moans of lust from Castiel when an inhuman howl rang through the house. Dean's ears were ringing as he jerked up to listen.
"Dean?" Castiel inquired, tilting his head to one side and sitting back on his elbows.
"It's probably just some coyote or something." Dean looked back at Castiel and kissed him again. His hand meandered down Castiel's torso and began stroking his member, causing his pulse to quicken. Dean put one hand on the armrest of the couch and positioned himself in a way that would help both of them reach the point of no return. Dean began sliding his own body down, and, rocking back and forth slowly on top of Castiel, they began moving rhythmically. He began thrusting, rubbing their cocks together in the most intimate of ways.
"Dean- I- Something's happening."
"Just let go, Cas, just let go."
Castiel looked at Dean with willing trust, knowing Dean would never purposely hurt him, submitting himself to Dean, and he let go. Castiel's back arched as he climbed past the throes of passion. He nearly screamed in fear and pleasure, and just as Dean crossed the threshold and grunted in reaching this high, he had to look away as a divine light shone beneath him. He collapsed on Castiel's torso. Wrapping his fingers together around Castiel in an embrace, he fell asleep. Castiel was also slipping into a serene sleep. Something jerked him awake, though.
"Um, guys? Is it safe for me to come in? Or am I going to be scarred for life? Not that I haven't already been." Sam peered into the roomduring this period of silence. Castiel suddenly felt embarrassed, almost ashamed. He elected to deal with the situation when he needed to. For now, however, he would let himself sink into the couch with Dean, asleep.