"I'll drink what you leak
And I'll smoke what you sigh
Straight across the room with a look in your eye.
I got a man to the left and a girl to the right
Start to sweat so hold me tight."
-My Medicine, The Pretty Reckless
Dean burst into the cabin with impressive force, considering he was just shoving his way past hanging beads that made up half a door. Cas sat on the floor, head tilted in the same way it always used to, only now it was so horribly different. Disjointed. Lazy instead of confused.
The cabin was in a slight haze of smoke. Cas's eyes were closed but he pulled back his lips to form a scary open-wide grin of teeth and maliced indifference.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of being greeted an audience with Our Fearless Leader?" Cas slurred. He was smoking. What he smoked these days Dean didn't know. Didn't bother asking. It made Cas good and fucked up, but that was also the influence of whatever pills he was currently downing. Again, god knows what. Or where he was even getting them from.
"You're acting even more fucked up than usual. For him." Dean doesn't mean to add it but he does. His other self, being entertained by a couple of camp fighters a few cabins over. His other self that still seemed to give a bit of a shit. Cas opened his eyes to reveal his glazed-over baby blues.
"I like past you," he said, husky and deep. Sexy. He pulled a cigarette from nowhere and took a long draw, then blew out the smoke. He smiled again and stood.
"Past me doesn't know shit and you're screwing with him. Stop. That's it." Dean made a move to leave but Cas's empty chuckle stopped him. Chilled him deep the way it always did when Cas chuckled like that. His shoulders stiffened.
"Jealous of yourself, Dean? I should have figured," he chucked again. That surface chuckle that came off bone dry.
"Fuck off, Cas," Dean said, again moving to leave.
"And here I was thinking you'd come in here to give me your great 'last night on earth' speech. Silly me. Must be the influence of the… em…" Cas faded off, squinted like he was trying to remember, then shrugged it off. Took another drag of his cigarette. Dean's shoulders fall slightly.
"You know we aren't coming back tomorrow?" he asked. Cas let the question sit for a while. Hell, he practically invited the question to take a seat on his throw rug and get high, just chill out for a while. Finally he answered.
"I know I'm not coming back, at the very least," he said. "And I know how fond you are of 'last nights'. You can get away with anything." Without warning,0 Cas was much closer than before, hot body against Dean's back. He breathed smoke into Dean's ear as he spoke.
"What do you think, Dean?" he said, breathy but controlled. "Last night on earth?" And then Dean was on him. He flipped around quickly and kissed Cas hard, angry. It was bruising and wet and smokey, Cas's cigarette air breathed into Dean's lungs. Dean shoved Cas hard, walking them back across the room until he could force Cas up against a wall. Cas grinned into Dean's kiss.
"Fuck me, Winchester," he whispered into Dean's hungry mouth. Dean growled and threw Cas down on the bed. He shoved the length of his body hard against the former angel, their bodies smashing and hurting in all the wrong ways, but enough of the right ones too.
Cas flicked his cigarette from his hand carelessly and reached around to grab into Dean's back. He scratched at Dean until he could get a good hold on the material of his shirt and then ripped, tearing the fabric. Dean licked hard into Cas's mouth and then withdrew, shucking off his torn shirt and then his jeans, releasing the growing hardness beneath.
"My favorite shirt," he muttered as he grabbed onto Cas's pants and ripped them off in one go. There is a slight advantage in yoga pants, Dean had to note, though not for the first time.
"Last night on earth," Cas reminded him, bucking up, hard and fast. Dean grinned until they were both smiling and it all meant nothing.
He fell back on Cas, their hard dicks rubbing up against each other with exquisite friction. Dean sucked wet kisses into the planes of Cas's hips, knowing they would leave marks. Wanting to leave more. Cas grabbed onto Dean's hair roughly and pulled him back up so they were looking at each other. Dean breathed hard. Cas grinned, blew a smoky breath Dean's way, and spoke in that husky way Dean still kind of loved, even after their everything else had faded.
"I said, 'fuck me, Winchester'. Fuck me like it's my last night on earth. 'Cause it is." Dean was more than happy to oblige. He found the lube in the same place in Cas's drawer it had always been kept and ignored the thong that was tucked next to it, purple and reeking of someone else.
He loosened Cas up quick, too fast, and then replaced his slippery fingers with his hard erection, pushing deep into Cas. Cas groaned and gripped Dean's shoulders and shoved, moving Dean further in.
Dean fucked him deep and hard, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in. The kind of fucking that made you ache for days, deep down in places you didn't know could hurt, and you couldn't ever quite get it out of your mind. Deep and steady, but fast. He rode Cas for all he was worth. One of Cas's hands was on his own dick and he grinned wide when they came together, orgasming like a car crash, and Dean collapsed hard on top of Cas's super-heated body.
He sucked a last kiss into Cas's clavicle and he tasted like salty sweat and sex and smoke. He smelled like those old bars Dean used to spend time in, like whisky and emptiness. The warm smell of incense flowed around them also, almost fog-like in thickness. After a few minutes of deep breathing, Dean rolled off of Cas. Laid on the bed for a minute, then stood up to start putting his clothes back on.
"You don't have a shirt," Cas said, not sitting up from the bed. He was laid out, naked and slick, across the quilt.
"I'll grab one of yours."
"People will know you've been here," Cas said, voice too well-fucked to sound quite like the 13-year-old taunting tone he assumed Cas was going for. Dean huffed and grabbed the least yoga, drugged-out, hippie-esque shirt of Cas's he could find and pulled it on.
"Let them talk," he said. "Last night on earth, remember?" He flashed a smile, the likes of which Cas hadn't seen on Dean's face in years, and left the cabin through the bead door backwards without another word.
"Last night on earth," Cas repeated to himself softly. He went to the floor, still sticky and naked, and pulled up a board to reveal a bottle of Jack Daniels. Cas sat back on the bed with the bottle and took a long swig, coughing and wincing.
Might as well enjoy it.