It was the moment Dean had waited on for a while now; the end of the tour. He loved being on tour with the boys but three months on the road with non-stop travelling and back to back shows had taken its toll. He hoped that if they did more tours, then they would be a bit longer giving the band breaks in between. One thing was for sure though he definitely still wanted to go on tours.

The fans had been amazing. They had been amazing throughout the whole tour commenting on their band page and sending tweets of encouragement and praise about how much they had loved the show. Reading them all gave the band uplift in their mood and excitement for the next show making sure they did their best every time.

Dean's muse had been hard at work for the past month and after a few days he had found it extremely difficult to ignore it and had to put pen to paper. Cas had been inspiring him left, right, and centre to write more songs about him and whenever Dean could, he would sneak off and write some things down and pass them along to the band. They had cut down on the amount of practice they had done solely due to the fact that they were now completely comfortable with the songs they would sing and how it would go. They would do a sound check at the venue before each gig but that was as far as it went.

The time they didn't spend at practice gave them a lot more time to just relax and have some time away from each other. As much as Dean loved spending time with his friends and Cas, sometimes he just wanted some time alone. At times he craved to just get back on the open road behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and just drive until his heart content before he turned around and headed back. Sometimes in his fantasy he'd be alone but more often than not, Cas would be right by his side in the passenger seat. As each day past, Dean found that Cas was in his dreams and fantasies more and more. There was no denying it, Cas was his for life.

He'd thought about that fact for a while now but he wasn't ready to do anything about it. The timing wasn't right. They had been on the road for three months and half of that they had been apart. Dean wanted time to plan it out and make it perfect. Being on tour, he didn't have time to plan especially with Cas with him for almost every waking moment. Once they were back in LA, they would have more time to themselves and Dean would be able to derive a fool proof proposal; one that Cas deserved and would get.

"Dean?" Cas' voice snapped Dean out of his thoughts. Cas had been sat against the headboard on the bed quietly reading his book while Dean had been lost in his daze. Ash and Jo had gone out to explore the city of San Francisco for a bit as they had never been whereas Cas and Dean had both been in the city before. Jess had joined them for the last few days of the tour which Sam was ecstatic about and they were given some much needed time alone. Thankfully, this time they had been given separate rooms.

Dean rolled onto his side and looked up at his lover with a soft smile on his face "hm?" He hummed in question.

"I asked if you wanted to go get something to eat. I'm feeling a little hungry" Cas said with his brow furrowed in confusion as to why Dean hadn't heard him the first time.

As if on cue, Dean's stomach rumbled "I could eat" Dean chuckled

Cas chuckled too before he dog eared his book and placed it on the bedside table before he turned back over to face Dean. He pushed Dean by the shoulder with enough force to have him laid on his back. Cas quickly took advantage and moved over to straddle Dean's hips. Dean reacted and placed his hands on Cas' hips while the man leaned down and ran his hands through Dean's hair which mussed it up.

"What were you thinking about?" Cas asked as he looked Dean straight in the eye.

"You" Dean answered honestly

Cas rewarded Dean with a tender kiss to his lips before he pulled back again far enough that he could speak but close enough that his lips brushed Dean's as they moved "And what about me were you thinking about?" his tone was teasing and laced with innuendo.

"You, me, the Impala on the open road" Dean admitted. He knew Cas was sick of Dean's fantasies involving the Impala but he wasn't about to admit what he was really thinking about.

Cas let out a snort "You and your fucking car. Seriously, I'm thinking you love her more than me" Cas pouted before he claimed Dean's lips once more this time with a lot more tongue.

"Never" Dean whispered around the kisses.

As it got more heated, Cas' hips started to roll which earned a low groan from Dean. Dean moved his hands under Cas' shirt and rode it up to his armpits so he could shift it off. The kiss was broken reluctantly to remove the dreaded piece of clothing which allowed Dean to run his hands over the exposed expanse of skin he loved to touch.

His hands settled low on Cas' back while Cas made work of Dean's own shirt. He pushed the fabric up and forced Dean to sit so the shirt could be removed and flung across the room to lie forgotten. The kisses were sloppy and wet but still just as heated as if they hadn't seen each other in years and couldn't get enough of the other.

Cas pulled back from the kiss breathless. Dean stared up at the man in awe. He was perfect with his perfectly mussed hair and his swollen red lips. His azure eyes were blown wide with lust and there was a flush creeping up his chest from arousal.

"Let me ride you" Cas breathed. Dean groaned at the thought.

"Fuck yes" Dean moaned as he rocked his hips up to meet Cas'.

As fast as Cas' weight was there, it was gone. Dean looked around to see Cas stood on the floor as he quickly removed his jeans and underwear with a smirk on his face. Dean hurriedly did the same and lifted his hips as he shucked his remaining clothing. When they were down to his feet, he freed one foot and flung the other leg which caused the garments to fly across the room.

Cas let out a chuckle at the sight "Eager are we?"

"You have no idea" Dean replied

Before he could make a motion towards him, he had a lap full of Cas and a tongue in his mouth that teased his own. Dean's hands made their way to Cas' hips as they rolled which brought that much needed pressure to his groin as they slid together. After what didn't feel long enough, Cas pulled back. Dean let out a whimper at the loss earning a low chuckle from Cas.

"Lie back, Dean" Cas said with a low growl his voice thick with arousal which just turned Dean on even more if that was even possible.

Dean was quick to oblige. He lay down on the bed with his hands still on Cas' hips and head buried on the pillows as he stared up at his lover. The man was gorgeous. The flush that had slowly grown earlier was now spread right across his chest. He looked down at Dean with hungry eyes as if he wanted to devour him right there.

"You're gorgeous, Sweetheart" Dean whispered as he rubbed soothing circles into Cas' hips as they slowly rocked together. Cas blushed in reply and Dean still couldn't believe he had such an effect on the man. They had been together for so long and had seen each other at their most vulnerable yet Cas still blushed when Dean complimented him while they were aroused.

Dean didn't get a chance to comment on it as Cas had already leant across to the bedside table to retrieve the lube they had placed there earlier. The pair had gotten into the habit of placing the bottle of lube on hand simply due to situations like their current one. Dean went to grab the lube from Cas' hands only to have Cas move his hands out of reach.

"No" Cas murmured with a shake of his head "I want to"

Dean keened low in his throat "Jesus Cas, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

Cas smirked down at him as he popped the cap of the lube. "I have an idea" he growled as he leant down and kissed Dean again wet and sloppy. Cas pulled himself back and Dean opened his eyes and watched the string of saliva snap as it was stretched too far.

Without further hesitation, Cas coated his fingers liberally with the lube before he threw the tube aside and reached behind himself. Cas raised himself to his knees as his finger teased his hole as the other hand braced himself on the headboard. Dean guessed Cas breached his entrance by the sound Cas let out. It took everything in Dean not to flip positions and do it himself but Cas wanted to do it this way and Dean could never deny the man anything.

"Mmm" Cas hummed "So good, Dean. Can't wait to ride your cock"

Dean let one of his hands slide off Cas' hip and take hold of the man's erection where he pulled with slow teasing strokes that had the man above him throw his head back and buck into Dean's hand. Dean's dick throbbed at the sight.

"So fucking gorgeous, Sweetheart. You have no idea how beautiful you are" Dean praised. His words were lost on Cas however as the man forced another slicked up finger into his stretched hole. Cas winced a little at the sensation but was soon back to enjoying the feeling and revelled in Dean's small innocent touches that did nothing but tease the man as he rocked back on his fingers.

"I'm ready" Cas moaned as he slipped his fingers out and reached for the lube that had been discarded earlier.

Dean looked up at Cas with a shocked expression on his face. He knew he couldn't see Cas' fingers as they disappeared into his body but he knew that Cas had only stretched enough for two and that was definitely not enough for Dean's girth.

"Sweetheart I don't want to hurt you. You got to stretch a bit more" Dean tried to reason but the protest fell on deaf ears as Cas opened the lube once again and slicked up Dean's cock giving it a few teasing strokes. Dean let out an unearthly moan and threw his head back with closed eyes at the sensation on his ignored erection before Cas' hand was gone.

He quickly lifted his head and opened his eyes just in time to see Cas rise up to his knees again and take hold of Dean's cock to guide it behind him the other hand firmly placed back on the headboard. Cas shuffled forward slightly to get the right angle before he gently sunk down. As Dean's head breached the rim, Cas' hand moved to the headboard to brace himself as he slowly sheathed himself. It was tight and hot and Dean had no idea Cas could feel this good. They let out equally loud moans as the sensations became too much to stay quiet.

It took all of Dean's might not to pull Cas down by his hips onto his cock but this was Cas' game and Cas was going to do it his way. Dean knew he hadn't prepped himself enough so there was no way that Dean was going to force Cas to do something he wasn't ready for and cause the man more pain.

Once Cas was fully seated, Cas' hands moved to brace himself on Dean's chest while he panted to calm himself. Their eyes were locked and Dean wanted nothing more than to sit up and kiss Cas' lips but Cas held him down. Dean moved his hands up and down Cas' flanks while he whispered soothing words at Cas as he tried to calm him through the pain he was undoubtedly feeling.

"So gorgeous Sweetheart. Love you so much" Dean whispered as his hands roamed. They came to rest on Cas' hips as they gently started to rock.

"I'm ready, Dean" Cas spoke with lidded eyes

Dean let out a small chuckle "Then ride me gorgeous"

Caution was thrown to the wind as Cas lifted himself up almost all the way up before he slammed back down.

"Fuck" Dean yelled as Cas let out a huge groan before he rose onto his knees again. He sunk down with just as much force and increased his speed each time.

As the pace increased, Dean raised his hips to meet each of Cas' thrusts which earned low groans from the man. Cas' head was thrown back in ecstasy and his back arched as he bounced on Dean's cock.

"Fuck Cas," Dean panted "So fucking gorgeous on my cock. That's it Sweetheart. So hot"

"Dean" Cas keened as he sheathed himself again. Cas was a mess above him. His skin was flushed red with arousal and coated with sweat that only increased with the rhythm he had set. "Touch me, Dean" Cas begged.

Dean didn't wait. He quickly moved his hand to strip Cas' cock just the way he knew the man liked. He rubbed his thumb over the head where it was leaking precum profusely and dripped onto Dean's torso. The sensations caused Cas to cry Dean's name like a prayer over and over as he rocked back onto Dean's cock and then into his hand.

Cas was close. Dean knew he was by the way he clenched as he rose himself back up and tried to force Dean's orgasm from him. Dean wasn't going to cum though. Not until Cas got off. He increased his speed of is hand and bucked his hips up harsher to meet Cas as he sank down trying to pin his lover's prostate every time. Cas shook with pleasure and before long, he cried out his release all over Dean's hand and torso. With two more hard thrusts, Dean followed and pumped his seed into his lover.

Cas collapsed onto Dean's torso when his hands gave out and Dean didn't hesitate to lift Cas' head and seal their lips together. He had craved the man's tongue on his ever since Cas had pushed him down and now he was going to get what he wanted. Cas obliged and let Dean explore his mouth too fucked out to kiss back like he usually did. Dean didn't mind though. He was glad his lover was a sated mess in his arms.

Dean pushed a hand through Cas' sweat damp hair and brushed it from where it had stuck to his forehead to he could see Cas' eyes.

"You're fucking perfect" Dean said in awe

Cas let out a breathless chuckle "I'm fucking tired"

Dean couldn't help but laugh at Cas "It was your idea Sweetheart"

"I know" Cas replied "Just… Just let me rest for a bit then we'll eat"

Dean pressed a kiss into Cas' hair before he slowly pulled the man up and let himself slide free. There was a wince from Cas and Dean was quick to ask if he was hurt.

"No Dean, I'm fine" Cas reassured "I liked it. More than liked it" Cas reiterated his statement by pushing himself up and pressed a loving, tender kiss to Dean's lips before he slid to the side and nestled into Dean's flank. "Now let me sleep"

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Castiel woke up half an hour after their latest exploits with a dull burn all over. He loved it. He knew he would feel the pain in his rear for a day or so just due to the fact that he didn't stretch himself like he normally would but he didn't mind at all. He wanted the reminder of how good it felt to be filled and riding Dean's cock. They had only done the position a few times and it had been a while. Castiel had craved it and he knew Dean loved it.

Castiel rolled to his back and surprisingly found that he didn't have any sticky cum on him. He turned his head in the direction of his lover to find Dean, phone in hand, playing some game. Castiel found it hard to believe that Dean had so much energy seeing they just had mind-blowing sex even if Castiel had done all the work.

His lover must have sensed his gaze as Dean paused his game and looked at Castiel with a toothy grin.

"Hello sunshine" Dean teased

"You cleaned me up?" Castiel asked as he looked down at himself.

Dean put his phone down and moved over to Cas and leant over him. Their noses brushed as Dean moved closer.

"Yeah," Dean stated "You were out to it and I didn't want you to wake up uncomfortable"

Castiel closed the gap and pressed his lips lightly to Dean's in thanks before he let himself fall back to the bed. He couldn't believe how much he loved this man. It was just the little things that he did like cleaning him up after sex that told Castiel that he wanted to be with Dean for the rest of his life but he didn't know how to do it.

He had wanted to ask ever since they had left New York but he really didn't want to do it on tour. He wanted the moment to be perfect and he wanted to plan it out. He had ran ideas through his head for a while and none of them seemed adequate enough. He knew Dean wasn't huge on declarations of love but Castiel wanted the moment that he asked to be something special and the perfect memory. When they got back to LA, he would have to run some ideas past Balthazar.

"You okay?" Dean asked which startled Castiel out of his thoughts.

Castiel nodded before he smiled up at Dean "Yes Dean. Let's go eat before it's too late and you need to get ready for the show" Castiel soothed Dean's worried glance with a quick kiss before he wiggled out from under Dean to find his scattered clothes.

Once dressed, they walked hand in hand down to the hotel restaurant with a small grin on Castiel's face as he felt the dull ache with every step he took.