*clearing throat* Ahem! Warning: Here in this chapter there be graphic smut aplenty! Sooo… if you don't like graphic descriptions of Dean and Castiel getting hot and heavy well… why the heck have you been reading either of these stories? ; ) Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 4
Dean lay awake in the dark motel room. He could hear Sam on the laptop, the keys clicking away as he typed. He could also hear the steady breathing of Jimmy Novak in the other bed, Castiel's former vessel.
Dean's heart sank as he thought about the idea that Castiel might not come back. He had tried to act nonchalant about it. Act like he wasn't worried. But the thought that he may never see his angel ever again… well… it was almost unbearable.
It wasn't that he didn't like Jimmy. Jimmy was a nice guy who had been pushed into an insane situation that he hadn't been nearly prepared for. Dean couldn't blame him for not wanting to be a part of it anymore. Hell, Dean was pretty sure he'd feel the same way! But even though Dean knew that Jimmy was not Castiel and had his own life and family, he couldn't help but selfish want Jimmy to accept the role of being Castiel vessel forever.
He had also been incredibly frustrated at Jimmy's lack of knowledge about what Castiel had been up to. Christ, he knew nothing!? How could he know nothing!? How many months had Castiel been inside him? He had to know something. He had to know Castiel's thoughts… his feelings…well, if the angel had any.
Dean rolled over onto his side and tried to push down the feeling of grief he felt inside. He had to accept Castiel was gone. His wasn't coming back. Just like his mom. Just like Dad. And just like everyone else who seemed to run in and then right back out of Dean's life. It didn't matter how crazy in love Dean found himself to be with Castiel. Love wasn't going to bring him back.
He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut, praying that sleep would hurry up and over take him.
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He felt Castiel before he could see him. He felt the angel gently wrap his arms around him. He felt Castiel's warm breath on his neck as he leaned in to press gentle kisses to his skin. Dean let out a content sigh.
"Cas…" Dean whispered as he covered Castiel's hands with his own.
"I'm here," Castiel whispered softly back to him.
"Don't leave me again," Dean quietly pleaded.
"Never," Castiel promised as he slid his hands under Dean's shirt.
Dean moaned as Castiel's hands came in contact with his skin. He pressed himself back against the angel, desperately wanting more contact. He trailed one hand up Castiel's arm and tangled it into his soft dark hair. He tipped his head back and pulled his angel into a deep passionate kiss. He groaned as he felt Castiel's growing hardness pressed up against him.
"Please, Cas… more…"Dean whispered earnestly.
He felt Castiel smile against his mouth and he was turned so they were now facing each other. Dean quickly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the side. He then eagerly shoved off the coats the angel always wore and began attacking the buttons of his dress shirt. He couldn't help but be transfixed by Castiel's warm loving gaze and smoldering desire. Dean reached down and pulled Castiel into another kiss after he had finished with the last button.
Castiel did not remain idle. He reached down and began unbuttoning Dean's jeans and then pushing them down over his hips along with his underwear. Dean moaned wantonly as he felt the cool air hit his already hot and swollen member. Refusing to be outdone, Dean attacked the front of Castiel's pants and removed them with lightening speed. Soon, both man and angel were nude, hands traveling over the newly exposed flesh.
"Love you," Dean murmured breathlessly against Castiel's lips.
"I love you, Dean," Castiel whispered back.
They were soon a tangle of limbs sprawled out on a soft luxurious bed. Dean wanted to taste every inch of his angel's skin. He began licking and gently nipping at Castiel's pale skin, relishing the moans and whimpers escaping the angel's lips. He brought himself lower until he reached Castiel's swollen member. He smiled before taking its length fully into his mouth causing Castiel to cry out in pleasure. Dean drew his mouth back up, popping the head out and then ran his tongue around it teasingly.
"Yes… Dean… please… more…" Castiel pleaded.
It didn't take Castiel long. It had been so long since their coupling. He erupted with a strangled cry into Dean's eager mouth. Dean quickly lapped up every drop, relishing in the sweet taste. Castiel lay there panting for a moment while Dean crawled up next to him and kissed him gently. Finally, Castiel looked at Dean and grinned wickedly.
"You're turn, Dean," Castiel said seductively.
Dean moaned as Castiel wrapped his hand around his swollen cock. He loved how his angel knew just how he liked to be stroked, how tight to hold him, how much pressure to use. Castiel then lowered his head and began licking the head of his shaft with long sloppy licks. Dean keened with pleasure.
"Yes… God yes… Cas… oh yes… oh God… Cas… yes… more… don't stop…" Dean moaned and pleaded.
He needed it. He needed the release that only Castiel could ever fully give him. Only Castiel could bring him to the heights of pleasure that no other lover Dean had ever had before could do. And soon he was coming, babbling Castiel's name like a prayer…
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And then Dean woke up.
He could feel the wet stickiness in the front of his pants and cursed under his breath. He tried to push aside the crushing realization that it had only been a dream, one that he couldn't help but admit that he had been having with regular occurrence. Dean sat up and was relieved for once to see Sam wasn't in the room because he really didn't want to have to explain his current state. His eyes then traveled over to Jimmy's bed. And saw it was empty.
"Ah shit."
