Tag

Cas found himself feeling a bit better flipping through a book in the library, the last unicorn. And found the quote he wanted to read for himself.- I'm a little afraid to go home. I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am no longer like the others, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but now I do. I regret.- Cas sighed and placed the book on the shelf. At least Meditrons info was accurate.

Would he ever even be a angel again even once he had his energy back, did he ever want to be what he once was as he once was. Was he ever going to be the same after these on and off again tangents of complexity.

Cas fixed himself some breakfast and checked his account on Sam's computer, maybe he could go get some groceries and some new clothes later, at least some new socks and underwear.

Cas rifled around in the spell ingredients section of the men of letters and labeled and straightened the things there, making a list of stuff to get refills on. Once he got his grace back he would refill and enrich the men of letters stock. Because cas seriously doubted his ability to be as bored as he was going to go away.

Cas had been carefully avoiding dean, but still had on deans clothes. Cas had been skittering past the halls just ahead of deans search for him for hours now ears straining for footsteps. A casual observer may have said the angel moved with all the contained shame of a cat in avoidance of a dog. A air of pretend dignity forced into his quick steps out of the library when he heard dean walk down a hallway nearby.

He just felt like keeping them on, the clothes. Also Cas did not want to deal with the brand of weird and aquard of last night, why was dean trying to find him wasn't their whole .m.o. suppression?

Cas ducked into a random room in the sleeping quarters and listened to dean pass. Cas casually opened the door and headed off to the carport, he could not find his keys anywhere and suspected dean had them to greater hinder his efforts at escape.

Cas thought about taking one of the other vehicles but noted that dean in his endeavor for something to do had the other cars in various states of repair from years sitting unused. Cas growled in frustration and staying close to the wall and ears on alert headed down another hallway.

Cas contemplated the instrument that had once helped them locate angels connected to some kind of computer. Maybe it could be tweaked to find vessels with residual grace in them? But then the only way cas knew to remove that was the way he had with Sam, which was to painfully extract it with the syringe. Cas was shook from his thoughts noticing dean in the doorway.

When had Cas's senses been dulled that even distracted he could not hear or feel the mans approach. Well this was aquard cas pretended to be deep in thought about the overlying nature of the choices made in paint color of the room. Cas suspected that not much care had gone into the selection.

Certainly not near the thought that required a full minute and a half of a angels consideration. Dean stood at the door silently and Cas was acutely aware he could not flit out of this dimension and the only way out of the room was past dean. Cas's breath was faster despite himself and a nervous sweat formed on his palms. Was the man going to say something anytime soon? Dean laughed from the doorway at Cas's pathetic attempts at diversion.

" its ok cas, I'm not angry" Cas who had looked increasingly constipated staring at a spot in the wall, relaxed a little but was still giving off a cornered animal vibe. dean quirked a eyebrow and closed the space between them, braking his personal space proclivities. Cas for his part was warring his urge to back up.

But then they were alone, negating public rules. Cas felt intimidated for reasons he could not place, nervous.

"we've been through so much" dean put a finger through Cas's belt loop. "I dint's want to hurt you by letting you make a drunken decision"

Dean was looking at the space just under Cas's chin not wanting to look cas in the eye " also in general…your chances of getting out alive and whole are greater than mine, you know that" Cas made as if to speak and dean glared a silence at him

"and honestly even after I'm dead who knows where I will go now that I have taken so many turns" dean paused not just for effect but for himself to appreciate the swirling convolution of his soul "I don't want you to have to see me changed in purgatory or hell, and I don't think we'll be chilling on cloudscapes together as I get…" dean looked pained "dirtier"

dean looked down further at Cas's chest "soul mates or whatever I don't think I want to taint your existence, during life a relationship is a distraction. A weakness. As things get more complex I doubt that a happy ever after is a thing that can be accomplished either. I'm bad for you Cas, I've…." dean paused and stumbled on

"also I have never been a good…uh a long term… a consistent…" deans mind flailed for a good way to describe how all his relationships had shattered and smoldered and burned, often he found himself the one holding the gas can and matches.

"at one time I thought we would have a forever to do…whatever us it… after I was free of living and the struggle… but now…" dean looked vulnerable maybe he should have never left purgatory. Just staid dead with Cas, the onslaught of enemies at least had the grace to have a body to attack and a honesty to snarl.

"I don't want to have to attend to my issues in the afterlife as well" dean looked up at Cas and was surprised to see pissed off being a prominent emotion there.

"dean" putting his finger in deans belt loop the man flinched like he might have to fend off blows.

"I will attend to whatever I chose to, as much as I choose to" "you know were bound in a way that your end fate is with mine, in the farthest inevitability. By my choice and will, not yours." cas looked at the space just under deans chin as well mirroring the action and did find it a relief to looking the man in the eyes.

" and honestly you know you give yourself too much credit, I could ruin you in more ways than you could consider" Cas sighed and considered that telling dean he could twist his soul up and burn it away to nothing by accident, let alone by purposeful wrenching, if deans soul was not as strong as it was would not be a comfort

Dean for his part had paled a bit

" I'm surprised where you draw the line, I have already been part of your heart, and your soul, and your dreams I walk in and out of your mind like a playroom, and you not only let me you enjoy it" Cas shrugged "you are protecting yourself" Cas let his arm drop dean looked about to work up a list of already heard defensives Cas leaned in and caught deans eye

"as much as you are afraid of yourself and the wreckage you can obtain of this letting go of your tiny hold on a fate that has crumbled away under your hand over time anyway… we are already bound… I am afraid too of myself.

But here we are, as we have been for years, you keep running from it, waiting till your dead. again." "but we've been chasing our… tails about these things for so long it ends up like this. I know this game by now. I have played it in your subconseous in my off time"

Cas poked deans shoulder fiercely "tag" cas turned his face away his features stern "you should give me the credit I am due, I am not some weak thing that will be destroyed by your whims alone" Cas looked up into deans eyes "nor am I the kind of creature that would intentionally do you harm, and dean I believe the same of you"

Deans face twisted as it all was too much and went to his go-to mode to avert the blatant chick flick moment.

"dude its ok to be horny you don't have to be all extatential with it"

Cas's eyebrow twitched and he gritted his teeth contemplating hitting dean cas tightened his hands to fists. But then another idea came to cas he relaxed bringing his body closer to deans

" well dean if that is so then you don't either" cas rubbed a thumb against deans bottom lip and smiled.

dean looked like a deer in the headlights. Dean was fighting a internal short-circuiting and wanted to say something clever but could think of nothing, so he did something silly to divert the situation, dean leaned in and quickly licked a line on Cas's cheek like a affectionate dog and gave a quick kiss to the cheek gave a weak smile twitching with nervousness and turned and fled the room "your it" dean called aquardly and halting.

Cas called after the man "I love you too" and vaguely followed the man knowing he would catch up if dean let him, giving dean the choice to run faster or hide well, as he always did. Only this time it was not a dreamscape.

Dean hid in earnest for a while.

Dean was found on the main room on Sam's computer, a nervous and happy energy on him.

Cas walked up behind him and prepared to poke his shoulder. was dean still playing, had cas misunderstood the fleeing?. Then noticed what the man was watching as cas noticed the porno with a girl with costume wings riding a man dean turned up the volume and unnoticed to cas dean took in the angels reaction from all of a few feet away.

Cas found himself looking at a empty chair that had once contained dean. Distracted by smut! Cas admonished himself and erased Sam's history [because that sort of weird who put this porn on my computer questions were annoying] before heading off to find dean.

The man was found in the library he had obviously gotten bored and was actually reading a book there, he took note of cas entering the room but continued to flip through the book.

Cas frowned was the game over?

Cas walked behind the man and looked at the book, a series of woodprints and legends cas was half bummed it was not the illustrative anthology on nymph behavior. But then cas suspected that was in Sam's room as he had not seen it in a while.

Dean flipped a further page to a porno mag in the book but cas closed his eyes before he could take in the details or be distracted "tag" cas leaned down and licked Deans neck and walked off, further giving dean the choice to play along Cas was in the kitchen before getting tackled by dean who smiled at the angel on the floor, dean leaned in and bit Cas's neck.

"tag" dean made to scramble off but cas grabbed his jeans and pulled him back down, dean for his part gave a quick retaliatory shove of Cas's face. Then being more skilled at hand to hand managed to get free and run off with Cas's shirt.

Cas ran after smiling cunningly. Somewhere under the play even in dreams dean made light of the deeper meaning, if only to protect himself from the feelings. Cas had taken a long time to pull understanding from it but knew deep down that this sort of thing was dean laid as bear as he would allow himself. Cas heard dean sprint off a hallway and followed running a gruff knowing laugh escaping as he tuned the corner and grabbed dean by the shirt and wrest itoff of him a tweak of deans nipple cas ran in the other direction

"your it" dean paused for a moment in thought and ran in the opposite direction cutting a surprised cas off in the hallway they had collided face first. On the floor dean was checking his nose for blood when the angel spared him a concerned look got up and darted off.

Dean growled and chased the angel, turning a corner there was no sign of cas. But there was a door to a room. Dean smiled and ran past it then slowly backed up to it on soft feet. Leaning against the doorframe and looking at his nails with interest dean was unsure if cas was on the other side of the door but if he was the reaction would be worth it. Sure enough the door opened and cas froze misstep and looked priceless for a moment.

Dean lazily got up and Cas backed into the room dean pushed the angel to the wall with his body and bit Cas's neck a few languid licks dean looked down at the angel who shook slightly. The beast still had on deans clothes, dean frowned the trench would have been easier to snag around corners.

Dean slid his hand down the front of his pants that he had given Cas "Hey Cas don't ruin my jeans" cas looked alarmed for a moment embarrassment flashing across his open face before he could gain control of it. Dean caught it and grabbed the belt loops on either hip to keep cas from fleeing. "what" dean asked the now clearly blushing angel.

Cas would not look him in the face. Cas looked off his struggle to avoid eye contact and deans to catch it had too much movement between them to keep coherent, dean was pressing him to the wall. "au!" "ah stop, uh…. Earlier today I did something to warrant them being laundered before returning them to you" cas tried to say as if conversating possible lunch options.

Dean laughed as that filtered past his mind. Dean grabbed a handful of angelic rump and while cas was squirming leaned in to Cas's ear as if to whisper something and with a hip thrust and a shout of "tag!" was gone.

Cas's ringing ear and burning crotch were a distraction good enough for dean to flee and cas would have been pissed at the tactic if only he could concentrate on anything but the panicky throbbing tween his legs. Cas resolved to mess deans jeans up further before trying to chase the man and with a irritated mode and a blush dove his hand between jeans and stomach and grabbed a hold of himself Cas's fingers gripped himself a slick of precum dampening his wrist stuck between pants and dick.

Cas slid down the wall he was leaned against and unbuttoned his… deans jeans. Cas bit his forearm if dean came back and saw him like this it would be one thing but to hear the noise he couldn't help but making… no.

a nearby mirror hummed like a bell as the frequency of the angels notes were too high for human ears, to soft to break it, and just enough to make the molecules dance in its rigid structure. Cas closed his eyes against the wave of cumming hearing heavy drops fall against the cloth and ground, Cas appreciated that he seemed to always create a spectacular mess.

Dean found himself in the basement, but got bummed as soon as he got there and turned back carefully listening for Cas dean was surprised by cas jumping off a bookshelf onto him from above.

The bookshelf fell forward raining books down on dean. Cas stuffed a pair of jeans in his chest and slapped his face with a slightly crooked grin cas darted off in socks.

Dean stood in confusion for a moment looking down at the jeans he noticed the mess around the zipper and dropped them. "really cas" but then dean felt a coldness on his face.

"no" reaching up dean took in the fact that yes cas had slapped him with a handful of cum. Caught somewhere between offended violated and angry Deans mind was caught up in short-circuiting it was a surprise to find himself hard after his dick gave a wag to catch his attention. Deans mind cleared to a goal… equal vengeance! his face felt hot, not shure weather anger or something else dean headed in the direction cas had gone.

Dean ran full speed then stopped in a hallway and shouted "cas you sonofa bitch!" dean was only slightly surprised that his voice had lost pretence of play. The angel was now being hunted. Dean felt the angel knew it with the speed with which cas had been flushed out of his hiding spot by deans voice and was heard running down a hallway to the right. Dean smiled a little and shoulders set turned in that direction.

Cas fled down a hallway and ran into the end wall before turning headed for the main room he had heard a determined growl behind him and had not spared a look back. Cas veered into a utility closet and cursed himself for going into a small room with no exit. The space on his back where his wings would be were twitching in nervous fervor.

Cas pressed a ear to the door and felt a thrill of fear and excitement when he heard dean huffing down the hall. The door handle was twisting and cas pressed himself behind where the door would open. Dean scanned the room, cas held his breath hiding behind it concentrating on keeping his nervous energy in check and to not respond to the scanning search from dean to their existential connection.

Cas appreciated for a moment that the man was …feeling for him in the room not just scanning it with his eyes. Cas could not concentrate and dean was aware of Cas's direction and looked down the hall and trotted off in the direction.

Passing the space he felt he was getting colder and backed up, cas was in the utility room on the right side dean knew it but not where exactly. Dean rested against the doorframe and waited for the door to open, but decided instead to crouch opposite of the door ready to pounce.

Cas opened the door and was midstep into a run when his brain registered a airborne dean. Cas cursed as dean flew into his chest and when cas tried to get up to flee feeling disoriented…dean had grabbed him behind his knees and lifted him off the ground only to bring him back to it.

Cas grabbed dean puling him over himself and getting behind dean grabbed behind the shoulders and bit his neck not hard enough to break skin but the growl it provoked while hot was not the right tone.

Cas made sure to keep his hold on the mans bent knees underneath himself keeping dean from finding leverage to escape or retaliate dean elbowed cas several times Cas reached a hand down the struggling mans front and found with a smile dean was half hard, cas grabbed and pawed till dean was sufficiently distracted for cas to have both hands free and cas unbuttoned the mans jeans and glad dean could not see the mischief flit quickly across his face cas pushed deans head forward so he was on all fours in front of him.

Cas licked the bare back there biting small nips of skin resisting the urge to bite deeper than would leave a bruise and pulled the jeans down to deans knees "uh cas?" dean was blushing and looking slightly alarmed but made no move to flee. Cas smiled and yanked the jeans off dean the rest of the way and ran out the open door.

Dean blinked for a few moments confused, "grrr" dean grabbed himself to relive the pressure but the waves of embarrassment for being outsmarted by Cas…

"Sonofa…" dean squeezed the head of his overhard dick "mothefu…" dean tried to take a breath to calm himself but a spark of heat that had been building roared back into him as soon as he acknowledged it was a thing to contend with. "feathery…" deans arm shook and he panted he wasn't even moving his arm and was so close to cumming he could not move to do so, dean made a helpless noise and closed his eyes opening his mouth a quick and surprised series of pants left him and dean felt himself spurt helplessly through his fingers.

Dean had a pair of jizz covered undies he planed to shove in a certain angels mouth I his hand when he found Cas in the kitchen eating a sandwich and flipping in false unconcern through a magazine.

Cas offered without looking to dean "lunch?" indicating a plate on the counter. Dean took the opportunity to step up to the counter lower parts hidden by it. Dean reached out to the plate noting cas leaning back in false unconcern. Dean ate his half of sandwich giving the angel unending focus while he did so, pleased to see Cas's bravado slipping and his eyes looking for escape routs.

Dean forced his face to soften and conversationally reached for the other half of the sandwich a light shrug on his shoulder. "cas, I have a serious question" cas settled into a honest open face "yes dean" dean adjusted his hold on the underwear to the elastic band "are zebras white with black stripes or black with white stripes"

dean moved while Cas's mind was trying to keep up and whipped the under where onto Cas's face. Dean gave the over clothed face a pat "tag!" and fled.

Crowley showed up, slightly out of dimension, in the parlor to cas and dean in nothing but their socks, dean was chasing the angel determinedly jaw set. The angel who was calling out "no! base!"

cas collected himself and announced evenly and factually "I call base!" while pointing a finger and with ceremony touching the table. Dean smiled mysteriously and fiddled with the computer at the table for a second crawled onto the table in a crouch and stalked to cas ready to pounce, the laptop started playing Madonna- like a prayer through the speakers.

cas for his part looked aghast for a moment taking in the song "that's inappropriate" he intoned to dean, who was making his way closer to cas a predatory look in his face barely contained behind a smile… cas fled and grabbed a chair he stood behind in defense "calm down dean, I honestly didn't know that bookshelf would fall on you like that!" as dean ran for him

"oh sure… that's what I have issue with cas" Dean pulled the chair aside tossing it carelessly dean grabbed the angel who had made a inhuman sound of joy and fear akin to a songbird bird surprised midnote and drug him to the ground bit his shoulder and said with a toothy mischief "your it, no tag backs"

cas was blushing and then growled and pushed dean down so he sat atop Dean who had put his arms behind his head smiling at castile. "I believe I am the victor, and I require one blowjob as tribute from the defeated" dean stated factually with a eyebrow wiggle and a happy wag of his dick. cas huffed down at dean, but the corner of his mouth was turned up in suppressed grin, but then he looked at the computer still playing a curl of distaste about his lips.

"dean if I gave you a blowjob to that song it would be sacrilegious" dean thought for a second, "and if it tasted good would it be sacrilichious?" cas shook his head and pressed a hand to his blushing face. Crowley's eye twitched on its own accord and he slowly backed out the way he had came, nauseous, disturbed, and needing a stiff drink. Maybe he would literally pull his eyes out dip them in bleach and get them put back and healed, yea that sounded like a plan.

Cas looked down at dean. He wasn't going to give the man a chance to run again or to change his mind cas ran a hand down deans stomach.

Dean swallowed in obvious nervous and the muscles on his stomach twitched at the contact.

Cas leaned down and lie down elbows on either side of dean, his face over deans belly, cas licked a circle around deans bellybutton. cas rolled his eyes at the song. Cas entertained himself with the bellybutton, maybe he could play here until it was over.

Cas looked up to see dean red-faced, his eyes not as focused the pupils dilated cas took in the gasp of surprise and lust as cas grabbed deans sides to use as leverage to pull himself closer to be face to face.

Best to remove himself from temptation cas thought.

Dean was being pressed into a cold hard floor which he was increasingly aware of. Cas leaned into deans chest with his elbows uncomfortably digging into deans pecks. Cas set his head in his hands, Cas looked down at dean who looked back confused.

Deans mind clicked, cas was holding him down until the song ended. Dean squirmed and cas dug his elbows in deeper. Dean shrugged offhandedly on the floor and put his arms behind his head in pretend comfortable wait.

Not looking at cas who dean could feel was amused by deans posturing. Cas for his part felt his face burn red as he swallowed and looked away missing the ability to really look through things the main room didn't really offer any kind of appropriate distraction.

" uhm, how bout we move to the bedroom." dean offered "my butt is numb this floor is cold." cas considered. Half wishing he had his wings to distract dean, to flip them into local condensing for dean to awe and fiddle with to forget his numb butt, honestly cas was comfortable.

"yours or mine?" cas inquired "or any of the empty rooms?" cas watched dean consider a flash of mischief passing "no" cas said before dean could voice the idea that they wreck up Sam's room in mischief. Deans lower bits gave a twinge "whatever's closest?"

Dean considered that walking with a hardon was just not particularly a good look, naked it just flopped side to side slapping his leg balls flopping annoyingly. Deans go-to thought for bringing it down was at one point was violent death by car but now that the mark had entered his life that did not help. But the angst of that not helping helped in itself a bit. Dean watched cas resolutely walking ahead of him and swallowed a nervous.

Cas obviously had his ears on dean, and at deans faltered step turned and pushed dean against the hallway wall Cas rested his cheek against deans shoulder and ran a thumb across his ribs a thrumming rising from Cas's chest and throat.

Cas pushed energy into the sound and it trailed on deans skin in the sound a heat that made deans breath catch in his throat. Cas grabbed deans hand and pulled him onward down the hallway. Dean felt a little bit like a dog on a leash, stumbling after Cas's energetic pace. Dean would never admit the urge to give a nervous 'eeek' but the thought passed.

Finding himself in a empty room dean faltered nervously a hand rising to rub the back of his head dean looked off to the side and closed his eyes. His temporary escape provided him none as Cas had gone onto his knees and pulled deans soft manhood into his mouth.

Any forming thoughts of backing out gracefully left deans mind. "shit Cas" dean looked down to see Cas's bright eyes looking back at him, blood went south fast enough for dean to feel weak-kneed. "w…warn a guy…" whatever intensity dean meant to put into it was lost somewhere and it came out breathy and lost.

Cas raised a eyebrow tongue happily swirling Cas let go with a pop. Cas looked up at dean "consider yourself adequately warned for the following" Cas leaned in and took dean in again, swirling wildly his tongue.

Dean gasped a half-curse above him. Cas paused against a spark of his own low in his belly and ran a tongue against the smooth skin in his mouth dean had shaved a few days ago there was a patch of stubble there in front of his pubic bone, Cas watched a quiver run under the skin as he dove his head back and forth enjoying the shaking state he had dean in.

a hand came into view and Cas's eyes followed as dean rubbed a place between his thigh and dick with shaky distracted fingers. Cas felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see dean leaning on him for support breath going in and out in fast puffs. The mans green eyes looking at Cas a red on his cheeks, and there was this wonderful shaking up deans back that made him look helpless.

Cas felt a spark of warmth, the emotion rolled around inside him. Cas wanted to know what mysterious thing dean was doing with his hand, some spot that needed touching. Dean had been possessed of flesh longer than Cas and Cas wasn't going to miss out on a trick of the body, Cas let go of dean in his mouth and attacked the spot between deans fingers with his tongue waiting for the reaction.

There was a dean raining down in flailing limbs and Cas found himself face to face with dean who's legs had given out under him. Dean looked surprised then embarrassed a bit, then took in how close their faces were dean found a urge to kiss Cas.

Maybe he should, it seemed like that would be a thing to do, a smooth transition from his aquard. But while deans mind short-circuited in his head Cas looked at a man nervous and wanting.

Cas closed the space between him resisting the urge to whisper tag again. Dean lost himself for a moment, just feeding of the energy shared between them, biting and nipping at Cas's lips if only to provoke equal retaliation.

Cas mumbled something in another language as dean attacked with relish Cas's neck a hand clutching a wing bone knowing that the twitching skin on Cas's back was a direct result. So dream world had some informative notes. By now in dream world though Cas's wings would have been out. Mortality closing in on his angel brought new irritation to Dean.

Deans palm on the floor registered it was cold and dean felt a surge of concern for Cas. " hey the bed is more comfortable" dean tried to offer conversationally.

Dean got up and Cas was already standing by the bed waiting for dean to get on it.

Dean paused and pushed Cas's shoulder to the bed, Cas not getting it dean voiced

"get on the bed Cas". Cas sat on the edge of the bed looking at dean, Cas evaluated the height differences

" dean I think I'm too high to reach in this position." dean resisted the urge to smack his face and roll his eyes Cas never made anything easy.

"lie back Cas" Cas looked concerned "uh, dean I…" dean pushed Cas's shoulder and crouched over Cas feeling the urge to laugh rise exponentially as Cas looked downright squirmy.

Dean looked at the space between them both of them standing at attention dean could not help the urge to compare.

Cas was girthy, dean had him maybe on length but Cas was unshaved so who knew. Both were lucky men dean thought to himself.

Cas disagreed with the appraising look dean was giving him, deans hand trailing up Cas's ribs. A assured smugness in dean Cas felt radiating off the man. Cas was not some conquest, Cas knocked out deans supporting arm and rolled dean onto his back looking down at dean with his own glaring eyes Cas felt a lightning in his mood to see deans eyes dilate and a blush rise.

Deans hands betrayed him as in instinct he had set them on either side of Cas's hips. Cas considered for a moment then slid down deans body till his knees hit the floor Cas resumed sucking dean off.

Cas would not be distracted.

Dean for his part lost the ability to think again and started making gasping mewls that embarrassed him, unable to silence them he grabbed a pillow and shoved it to his face.

Cas reached up and wrenched it from his grasp and tossed it behind him.

Cas hummed a baritone sending helpless sparks up deans stomach and thighs, Cas radiated another rumble of sound and energy and dean threw his head back in open hopeless moan, jaw closing a contained moan bounced in his throat as he was aware of a cold shooting out of his dick dean spurting before his body registering he was Cumming.

Deans back arched up and then bonelessly fell caught in waves of orgasm, neither aware to the noises he continued to make and helpless to do anything but twitch as Cas continued to swirl a tongue on his head, the sensation too much in a background of frantic pulsing.

Cas climbed up to lie next the a panting dean , a dull slow roll still sliding around his hips in aftereffect. Cas lie back next to dean lazily swirling a thumb on his own dick as he listened to the emotion and heat rolling off dean, Cas closed his eyes and felt deans slow unabated and currently simple mind swirl in lusty aftershock and sated swirl.

But then deans mind come screeching to a halt on seeing Cas next to him and fill with noise, among them a idea came into clarity and Cas kept his eyes closed and continued fiddling with himself.

If dean wanted to believe his actions were a surprise Cas would let him, the man was still unsure how much of his mind Cas could feel when his walls were out of the way. Cas was sure that was just fine, having heard the mans mind twist in concern when he got a hint of the possibility. Cas frowned to himself as deans walls shut him out again. But then the bed had moved a little as dean tried to sneak closer and Cas knew what was coming.

Dean pulled Cas's hand away and dove in, not letting himself change his mind or remember occasions where he had done this against his will as a child traversing the country too pretty to not be molested, being in bad area's where death was overlooked and uncared. Dirty seedy motels and the monsters were men so much… the monsters hid among them camouflaged in forgotten places rife with crime. Left alone too much, dean was not unfamiliar with innocence rattled. Or in hell, but dean had learned to give and take there. Or too drunk and horny to consider much but a ends to a means. Just now he wanted to make Cas make pretty barely human noises and moan in French or enochian or something.

A treat, dean blushed to himself. this wasnt really his style.

He wasn't about to leave Cas hanging after what he just did. Cas's head was smooth like the back of deans tongue, whirling the textures together to feel it dean considered that even though he was uncut maybe he should moisturize or something Cas's dick must be sensitive as hell for the blushing pinkpurple and the smooth skin.

Dean ran a dry finger across the top watching Cas give a small grimace dean registered he was right.

Dean ran a tongue around the ridge and dove the full length of his tongue down the frenulum, Cas might not be able to deep throat but dean had learned out of necessity breathing around things shoved in his throat.

Cas gasped and dean swallowed around Cas so the man could feel that pressure on him as well.

Pulling back to the head dean sucked off the slick and excess of his throat, a light red in deans eyes dean swallowed against a urge to gag throat empty.

Swirling his tongue and laving cas to distract and calm himself Dean hummed and dove hands behind Cas's ass to squeeze, placing thumbs on the shell of Cas's hips dean ran his hands up his sides keeping most of his pressure on his thumbs dean trailed them back down to keep the point of focus and dean ran them down past a small pool of spit he had there at Cas's shaft dean reached behind Cas's balls to the space between hole and sack and twirled there a damp finger.

Happily twirling his tongue dean felt pleased with himself for drawing Cas's attention so well. But then cas was not being multilingual, just saying fuck! Fuck! In varying cadence.

Deans ears were ringing, a buzzing. It was only when it stopped and started again dean realized the angel was moaning…in his own voice.

Dean didn't dare stop but rolled his eyes up to see cas gripping the sheets in one hand looking down at dean propped up on the other, a space between lips opening and a high pitched buss was felt but not quite heard by dean.

Cas leaned up both hands behind him and his legs gave a quiver his head down and mouth open cas made a note somewhere between human voice and stringed instrument. There was no warning really but a further hardening of Cas's bellend as dean found himself trying to deal with a appreciable volume of cum breaking his suction and shooting unexpected down his throat dean sputtered in surprise and the squirting dick free of his lips got him in the face a few times.

Dean huffed indignant. " warn a guy!" Cas looked at dean who got the distinct impression the angel was taking mental photographs.

Deans jaw worked in irritation, feeling a wet slide down a cheek. panting helplessly cas flopped back onto the bed.