I'm so so sorry that I forgot to update yesterday. In my defense, I woke up at one o'clock to find out that I was late to work because I didn't realize I had to go in. Once I got there, a lady bumped into me and I burned the fuck out of my hand with hot cheese sauce (she was very apologetic) and cried in the office for twenty minutes. When I got home, I took a nap to console myself and then woke up sick with a sore throat and a runny nose. I was generally upset about everything and once I realized I hadn't updated it was already 12 AM, and I decided to just wait until morning. So yeah. This hasn't been edited but I'll get around to doing it eventually.
A couple of hours later, they were both woken by Gabriel pounding on the door. He was yelling, voice carrying through and echoing in Cas's ears. He groaned, snuggling up closer to Dean and trying to block out the noise.
"I doubt he's gonna go away." Dean informed him. Castiel briefly considered hitting him with a pillow, but quickly decided it would be too much effort.
"Let me pretend for a few moments." Castiel teased, slowly maneuvering his wings so that he could turn around to face Dean. Dean's eyes shone with affection, and Cas was glad that he'd made the decision to do so. "I'm quite happy where I am."
Dean leaned forward to seal their lips together, slowly and meaningfully kissing Cas with everything he had. His arm came up to wrap around Cas's waist, pulling his body closer. He let Cas take the lead with the kiss this time, loving the feeling of Cas's tongue mapping out his mouth before slowly trailing up the center of the roof, causing Dean's body to shiver.
"Where the fuck did you learn that trick?" He asked, his entire body buzzing. Castiel gave him a lopsided smile.
"Well, I had an excellent teacher. Would highly recommend." He teased back, voice flat. Dean hit him playfully, but before he could respond, he was interrupted by another, stronger pound on the door. He let out a groan, and Castiel simply rolled out of bed, giving a stretch before going to find clothes.
"You have something clean to wear, right?" He asked, knowing that Dean's clothes had gotten dirty earlier when they... er, fornicated.
"Yeah, I do. I'll go put that on and then open the door for the idiot." Dean said, walking out of the bedroom and into the living room. It didn't take long before he was fully dressed, and absolutely dreading opening the door.
"Come on, I know you two are in there! It's twelve o'clock in the morning, Cas is definitely up by now." Gabriel insisted, knocking louder.
Castiel chose that moment to walk out of the bedroom, dressed in clothes almost identical to the ones before. He took a moment to make sure that all the pollen was gone from between his feathers, shaking them out and running his fingers through them briefly.
"I can kill him if you'll hide the body." Dean said, strolling over to the door. He waited until another loud knocking round stared up before he opened the door, and Gabriel's fist punched through open air, almost tipping him off balance.
He stumbled in and looked up at Cas, smiling and straightening himself up, regaining his balance. His pride was, of course, lost long ago. He literally could care less about what other people thought at this point. He knew he was an idiot, but it worked well for him.
"Well hey there-" Gabriel cut off, looking between the two of them for a few seconds. His eyes narrowed, and a hand came on his hips. "I just lost a bet."
"What?" Dean questioned, having too much faith in Gabriel and assuming that that wasn't just gibberish. Gabriel gave an exaggerated sigh and strolled in, looking at the couch closely before turning around and sitting on it. Cas and Dean shared an uneasy glance.
"Sorry, I had to check and make sure this couch was free of 'mysterious fluids'. I had a bet with Anna and Balthazar. I bet you guys wouldn't do it until tomorrow, Anna guessed today, Balthazar guessed yesterday. Assuming by Dean's hair being a wreck still and the smell of pollen," Gabriel paused, looking directly at Cas, "Classy, by the way, you guys did it today."
"That's... None of your business." Castiel said, flatly. Gabriel looked like he'd been offended, head pulling back as if physically pushed.
"Cassie, you have to tell me how Dean is in bed! I'm your best friend! I have to make sure he's up to standard, or else then what?" Gabriel asked, voice making great swoops of over exaggeration. "What will you do when you find out that, in comparison to fae, he's terrible at everything? What will you do then?"
"I highly doubt that." Castiel mumbled. Dean smiled and looped an arm around his shoulder.
"He'd have to deal with it. I'm here to stay now." Dean said, teasing. Gabriel's face turned a little bit sad, and a little bit serious, too.
"Actually, there's a problem with that. Uriel isn't gonna let you stay forever, he hates your guts now." Gabriel pointed out, frowning. "But we can talk to Anna and see what she could do."
"What do you mean?" Castiel questioned. "Talk to Anna? How could she possibly have a way around that?" He asked. Dean could tell that he was getting a little excited at the prospect; the idea that he wouldn't have to leave was appealing to him, too. But he honestly didn't see a good way.
"Well... I'll let her explain it. Do you two want to come to the lab with me?" He offered. "Or do you guys have... er, other plans for the rest of the day?"
"We have other plans, but this is more important." Castiel said, nodding. Dean looked over at him from the side. They had... other plans? Already? Damn, Cas must have been insatiable.
Dean was definitely okay with that. He could totally go for the occasional day of nothing-but-sex, especially when his partner was as fucking hot as Cas. Not to mention; TWO types of orgasms. Right in a row! No waiting required!
He forced his thoughts back on track. There were other things to focus on right now, other, much more important things, that involved clothing and acting like an adult.
Gabriel stood up again, fluffing out his wings in preparation for a flight. He walked over to Cas's door and threw it open to reveal Balthazar, hovering in flight just a few feet away from the small landing pad. His hand was raised as if to knock, and he looked at the three of them for a moment before he slowly allowed it to drop.
"Did I lose the bet?" He asked, looking between Cas and Dean.
Nobody responded. Cas simply turned to scoop Dean up into his arms, and Dean, showing off his high maturity level, tossed Balthazar the middle finger.
It wasn't long before they were on their way, Castiel flying behind Balthazar and Gabriel, who were both trying to outdo each other in dangerous and impractical air tricks. Dean was sure they weren't paying attention, so he decided to address something that had been bothering him a little.
Castiel had looked embarrassed to have Gabriel find out Dean and him had slept together. He'd looked entirely indifferent when Balthazar said something, but Cas was good at hiding things. Dean was a little bit worried that his reactions meant he was embarrassed to be with him. He didn't want to make Castiel uncomfortable in any way...
"Hey, why did you get like that when Gabriel mentioned that we'd... y'know...?" He said, hoping that his answer wasn't going to be anything along the lines of 'I made a mistake'. Because that would be just Dean's luck.
"Like what?" Castiel asked.
"Like, all embarrassed and stuff."
"I wasn't... I wasn't necessarily embarrassed." Castiel said, lowering his voice, he looked down for a few moments, gathering his thoughts, while Dean waited with baited breath for his answer. "I was just surprised. I didn't think we were that obvious, and the fact that we were... well, it bothers me a little. I've been trained to be a soldier since I was a child. I've never really shown emotion like I have been around you."
"And that's... A bad thing?" Dean asked. Well, this wasn't exactly a surprise. He knew Cas had essentially been brainwashed into thinking that the only way to be a "good" part of society was to serve, openly, with no qualms. Dean would like to have a word with his parents about putting too much pressure on their kids, but what was done was done.
"Not necessarily. I don't think I've ever cared about anything more than my missions, and it's been confusing to see that change. But I wouldn't say it was a bad thing." Castiel said. "If I had to go back and do it all again, I wouldn't change a thing."
"You wouldn't even kiss me sooner?" Dean questioned. Castiel looked a little confused.
"If I were to go back, theoretically, the situation would be the same and altering anything could upset the balance. Things could have gone badly." Castiel insisted.
"Oh, babe, keep going. Love it when you talk dirty." Dean said, rolling his eyes. Castiel looked even more confused than before.
"Guys! We're getting close! Who's done the most sick flip?" Gabriel shouted back. Of course, Castiel and Dean hadn't really been paying attention.
"Balthazar." They both said, in unison. Literally just to piss Gabriel off.
"I hate you two." Gabriel said, pouting a bit. Balthazar laughed.
Anna was busy ordering everyone around, her hand waving at the other scientists as they carried beakers to shelves and retrieved cleaning equipment, putting up anything that could be dangerous in the cabinets and wiping down everything with disinfectant. She made loud calls and commands, displaying her affinity for leadership.
"We're here!" Gabriel announced, throwing open the doors. Cas watched with vague interest as the lab assistants and scientists scurried around, carrying everything place to place and making the lab spotless.
"Good to see you!" Anna said, turning and beaming at them.
"Hey, what's with the traveling circus of people in lab coats?" Dean questioned. Anna's head tilted and her eyes met Cas's. He shrugged in response, trying to convey the silent, 'I don't know what that is either, must be a human thing'.
"Well, if you're referring to the chaos, it would be because of a huge, angry lecture one miss Naomi gave me yesterday about the supposed 'disorganization' of my lab. I wouldn't have cared if she hadn't waved the fact that she had my job in the palm of her hand at me." Anna clarified, turning to look at all of her workers. They, of course, shared uneasy glances.
"You know, they threatened to fire the last head of the lab every other week, and he died in that position." One girl put in. "They never really mean it."
"Really?" Anna asked, tilting her head to the side. The girl nodded her head, and Anna let out a big sigh of relief. "Alright, everyone stop cleaning. I'm sorry, I didn't realize things had always been like that for him. I'm gonna get everyone who came in today pizza."
"You're the best, Anna!" A man announced, coming seemingly from out of nowhere and scooping her up into a big hug. Anna teasingly fought against it, smiling like a child the entire time. "Come on, I'll help you carry everything back."
"You all really need to start treating me like your boss." Anna complained. Then, her lip quirked up into a sly grin. "In fact, you go get the pizza."
Anna dug into her purse, concentration creasing her brow as she looked for her wallet. She emerged triumphant, waving it in front of his face briefly before reaching in, getting out a load of their weird fairy coins, and handing it to him for safekeeping.
"But-"
"No buts!" She shut down, immediately. He genuinely looked upset that she wasn't coming, but Dean knew that trick. The boy probably just had a crush on his boss, and he wanted to try and get some time to know her. "I have important things to discuss with my friends here, and you're not a part of it. Therefore, you can go and get double cheese and mushroom pizza for everyone."
He pouted, taking the money and putting it into a small pouch that hung around his hip. Castiel knew it to be a typical wallet, but Dean giggled beside him. Cas looked over and tilted his head in confusion.
"Fanny pack." Dean mumbled to him, gesturing to the small bag. When Castiel didn't understand still, he shrugged and turned back to watch the interaction.
By the time Cas started paying attention again, the boy was out the door and Anna was looking at them expectantly.
"What?" Castiel questioned. Anna rolled her eyes and looked at Balthazar and Gabriel, who apparently knew what she meant.
"You win." They both informed her at the same time. Anna nodded her head, smirking.
"Good. Then my proposition should be good for these two lovebirds." She announced. She proceeded to grab Castiel by the arm and drag him over to a small room, an office with the word "Anna" on the door in serial killer style stickers.
"You guys have stickers?" Dean leaned over and questioned. Castiel chuckled.
"We've seen some human inventions and created our own versions, yes. You all have the remarkable tendency to leave your beer bottles strewn all over the forest, along with their wrappers. We found out the wrappers stuck to the bottle when we broke them to use the glass for other things. The rest is, of course, history."
"You two. Stop talking. This is important." Anna said, fumbling with her keys. She was finally able to get the right one into the lock, and said a small word of thanks to whatever god above was listening. She strolled into her office, waving a hand to ask Dean and Cas to come along with her.
They shared a quick look before shrugging and walking in.
Castiel looked around at the musty wreckage that Anna called an office. Her things were strewn around, possibly dangerous chemicals lay exposed on the top of her desk, a file drawer sat open with what he assumed to be cheese, but could have been poison, sitting on neat plates. He barely found it odd; Anna had always had a very... creative, way of doing things.
"Well, are you gonna tell us, or not?" Dean asked, running his hand along a plant.
"Don't touch that." Anna said. Dean jerked his hand away as the plant gave an audible hiss, his eyes widening and other hand reaching out to grab Castiel's as he backed away slowly. Cas, as much as he didn't like that Dean was afraid, found the fact that he reached for him when he was oddly comforting.
"You should really have a sign on that thing." Dean said. Anna's eyebrows raised.
"And you would have listened?" She asked. Dean hesitated a moment before allowing her the point. She smiled briefly before she continued. "Listen, I think I have an answer to your problems."
"Okay," Dean said, urging her to continue. He and Cas both sat down in the two seats across from Anna's desk at the same time, ready to settle in.
Cas honestly didn't even know how she knew. Was he really that predictable? Was he somehow made of glass, so that people could see right through him? He quickly disregarded his fears, knowing that they were honestly trivial, and that this was important. Anna might just tell him how to stay with Dean.
"Our people's records of humans are severely out-dated." Anna said, as an introduction. She looked at Castiel as she spoke, a certain kind of sadness in her eyes. "We have a lot more to discover, learn, and a lot to benefit from learning about their technology."
"Dean can't stay here and teach us, that's already been established." Castiel said, his stomach sinking. He was trying not to get his hopes up.
"I know, let me finish." Anna said, sounding annoyed. "Well, there's another way that we can get that information. Dean's small right now, but what if someone, say, Cas, were to get on his level?"
"What do you mean by that?" Castiel asked. Anna looked torn.
"I- I want you to be happy, even if it means I'll miss you. This last week with Dean has been the happiest I've ever seen you, Castiel.
"What are you getting at?" Dean demanded, excitement clear in his voice. Castiel wanted Anna to jump to the point; clearly Dean was further along in getting what she was talking about than he was.
"Well, you two may want to consider you going to live with Dean." Anna said, addressing Castiel directly. Cas sat there, staring at her. Not quite letting her words sink in. "I've made a serum that could grow Castiel to his approximate size in comparison to Dean as a human. His wings would be a problem, but I believe I could put together a clothing option that would be an easy solution to that-"
"Wait." Castiel said, her words finally clicking. "You're suggesting that I go and live with Dean?"
"Well, yeah. That's what I said." Anna said, looking concerned. "I mean, you do want to stay with him, right?"
"Yes, but..." Castiel paused. The clan, his people, this was all he'd ever known. This was his everything right now, his reason for getting up in the morning and going to sleep at night. He'd dropped almost all of his other wants in pursuit of what was best for the clan, including his interest in humans. Of course, the fly swatter incident made that worse, but... "I'll have to think about the ramifications of going."
"Castiel." Anna said, her tone almost pleading. "You don't have much time to think. I'm not going to try the serum out on Snowbell and put her in danger unless you want to go. You need to really think on this, because if we have any chance of convincing Uriel, it's at the fairy ball. When he'll be concerned with being able to brag about all we're doing; one of the things to add to his list could be the exploration of the human world. That's two days."
"I know how long it is." He said, sassing. Anna pulled back, making a face at him.
"I'm just trying to help. Don't snap at me. I understand deciding to leave everything would be a big decision, but I'd like to remind you that you could still come back." She said. "You could drive over on weekends, we could shrink you back down to size, and you'd give your reports of the human world to Uriel. You wouldn't be losing contact with us."
"Yes, but I've seen at least one of you almost every day for the last hundred years. My job, my life's work, is already here. I understand Dean makes me happy, but there are other factors to consider here, Anna." He told her, trying not to get too angry. Anna had always been a little more rebellious of the colony; she didn't understand what it was like.
"Listen, if my opinion makes any difference," Dean put in, "I like Cas. I like him a lot. But if he's not sure, let him be not sure. I don't want to push him to do anything he doesn't want to do, and I love you Anna, but you're being pushy."
Anna sat back, looking at Dean with shock. Slowly, she relaxed, nodding her head thoughtfully to herself. "I knew Castiel had picked a good one. I- I'm glad you two are happy."
Cas felt a surge of affection for Dean. He looked over at his human; sandy blond hair, freckles, green eyes and smile lines already. Sure, he could hate himself sometimes, but overall he was overflowing with love for the world. He had a kind of beauty- a beauty only attained through loss and gain and loss again, that Cas never, ever wanted to lose.
But that was part of what was going to make his decision so damn hard.
"I'll think about it, Anna." Castiel said, flatly. That was the end of the discussion.
They got home an hour later, Dean and Cas both having to lean on the doors and physically stop Gabriel and Balthazar from coming inside.
"Come on, guys! We won't stay long!" Balthazar insisted.
"Last time you said that, you ended up staying at my house for two days straight because you somehow ended up with three separate guards chasing you and you were worried if you left you'd get recognized." Castiel reminded him, flashing back to the time with an almost fond level of hatred.
"How the hell did that happen?" Dean questioned, pushing harder on the door. Gabriel yelped and finally pulled his last finger out of the crack, the door slamming shut with finality. Castiel hurried to lock it, trying to put together the story in his head for Dean.
"It was a pretty eventful Tuesday." He concluded, not even bothering to sort through it all. Dean let out a chuckle, looking down at the floor and smiling.
"So, is this going to be a pretty eventful day?" He questioned, suggestively. Castiel's head tilted to the side, but he got it as soon as he felt Dean's hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him to turn around.
"We're gonna leave before we hear anything unsavory." Balthazar put in, from the other side of the door.
They waited a few moments, giving Balthazar and Gabriel time to high tail it the fuck out of there if they so chose.
Castiel turned. Dean's arms came up to frame his shoulders, essentially trapping him against the door. He felt his lips part as he looked between Dean's own lips and his eyes, the anticipation building as Dean came closer, and closer...
"How far do you want to go, Cas?" He asked, his lips just a ghost upon Cas's own. Cas felt a shiver go through his body; being given the control, knowing that he had the final say, had the possibilities racing through his head like mad. They could exchange handjobs, or he could get his mouth on Dean's thick, warm cock, or even...
Oh, that sounded like a nice option.
"I want you inside of me." Castiel responded. He could practically feel Dean's arousal spike at the words, and he let his tongue slip out to gently ask for entrance into Dean's mouth. Dean's lips fell open and their tongues met, dancing a wet, warm dance as their bodies pressed against each other.
Dean's hands fell from the wall, coming down to trace up and down Cas's sides. Cas's wings gave a mighty shake, flaring out as much as they could. He pushed Dean a little, and then a little more, trying to lead them towards the bedroom.
They broke apart, Dean panting. "Do... Do you have anything we could use as lube?" He questioned. Castiel thought for a moment before he nodded.
"I have some lotion in my bedroom." He confirmed. Dean smiled a little, reaching to grab Cas's hand before he started dragging him back to the bedroom, like an eager puppy.
Once there, he spun Cas around, easily manhandling him. Castiel actually liked it, contrary to what some may think. Being given a positon, an order, and carrying it out, serving it's purpose... Well, it was what he lived for, really.
Cas spread his legs, wrapping his knees around Dean's hips. Dean connected their lips feverishly, disconnecting them and kissing a trail down Cas's neck, going as far as he could without actually kissing his shoulder.
"You know, I just realized something," Dean mused, pulling away. Castiel let his legs fall off of Dean's hips, despite the fact that his hardened cock was begging for the attention.
"And that would be?" He questioned. Then, he added, "The lotion is sitting on that dresser, a wooden container with a lid that comes unscrewed."
Dean walked over to the dresser, searching briefly before he located it. He unscrewed the lid and took a tentative smell, making the 'not bad' face. "Everyone probably knew we were sleeping together because of all the hickeys I left on your chest."
Castiel paused, eyes widening. Well, at least he wasn't as see-through as he had apparently thought... Plus, he couldn't help but like the hickeys, and what they symbolized.
Dean walked over to the bed again and Cas scooted back, so that he was entirely on the fluffy surface. Dean crawled up onto it, lotion container in one hand and eyes looking hungry as they assessed Castiel. He crawled in between Castiel's legs, running a hand along one of them before he looked up to meet Cas's eyes.
"You sure about this?" He asked, voice husky. Castiel nodded his head yes, spreading his legs farther. Dean leaned up to connect their lips one last time, a quick, emotional kiss.
He sunk down Cas's body, leaving a trail of warm and sloppy kisses across his skin as he went. Cas started to squirm as he got closer and closer to his hardened length, and let out a small noise as he pressed a kiss directly to it.
"Could I suck you while I'm prepping?" Dean questioned. Castiel nodded enthusiastically. He, of course, knew how these things worked, even if he hadn't actually done anything like this before. He was a bit apprehensive of the pain, but knew that this was something he wanted to have with Dean.
Dean slipped his bottoms off, underwear coming along with them. Castiel himself was entirely exposed, and left feeling barren before the still unfairly clothed Dean. Dean seemed to get the message, because he rose up onto his knees and took off his own shirt, revealing pale, smooth skin and just the right amount of pudge on his stomach, with firm, muscular arms. Cas smiled a little; he really was beautiful.
"Ready?" Dean asked, dipping two fingers into the lotion. Somehow, with his body heating up and his brain refusing to function, Cas had missed Dean opening the container. He couldn't find it in him to care.
"Get on with it." He huffed out. Dean smiled.
He leaned down between Cas's legs, using his other hand to guide one of his legs to sit on Dean's shoulder. Dean started immediately giving short, appreciative licks to Cas's cock, making small sounds of approval and looking up at Cas with lust-blown eyes.
A finger probed at his entrance, and Cas tensed up at the foreign feeling. Dean let out small sounds of encouragement, continuing to work on his dick. Castiel slowly felt his muscles begin to relax, and the finger pushed in up to the first knuckle.
Dean sucked the head of his dick into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down in small bobs, taking two or three inches, but never further. The finger was all the way inside now, giving Cas an oddly full feeling that he didn't have before; Dean began to slide the finger in and out, slowly, pace matching the pace with which he was bobbing. It wasn't long before Cas sort of liked it.
Dean added a second finger, the sensation starting to burn a bit, but no less pleseant. Castiel tried harder to relax, which was helped by Dean, who chose that moment to go ahead and swallow him down, deep-throating with ease this time. Cas let out a long moan, throwing his head back. The two fingers started moving at a faster pace, and suddenly, it didn't feel like enough.
His wish for more was fulfilled moments later, Dean slipping a third in and using them to fuck in and out of him. He pressed down, wanting something, but uncertain of what. The burning was more noticeable now, but he had no trouble keeping hard thanks to Dean humming and moaning around his dick, still looking up at him occasionally through those beautiful, beautiful green orbs...
Dean hooked his fingers, and they hit something. Castiel cried out, back arching with the sudden rush of pleasure. He forced his body to relax again, muscles unwinding as he fell back into the bed, panting hard. Dean smirked up at him and quirked his fingers again.
"Oh, God, don't stop," Cas requested brokenly. He tried to push down on Dean's fingers again, need and want pulsing through him as he moved. Dean sucked a little harder, bobbed his head a little faster, and fucked his fingers into Cas at the same pace, brushing up against that spot again and again until Cas was a panting, moaning, squirming mess.
"More." Cas choked out, feeling like there wasn't enough air in the world. "I need you, Dean. Please..."
Dean pulled out his fingers, eyes darkened with lust. His self control was at it's limit; he knew Cas was ready, and he wasn't going to make either of them wait any longer.
He grabbed the lotion, getting some more. He slipped off his pants and underwear as fast as he could, almost tripping in his eagerness to get out of his clothes. He climbed back onto the bed like a predator and sat up, rubbing the lotion onto his dick.
Cas watched with hooded eyes, eager to have everything that Dean had to offer.
"Fuck me." He commanded.
"With pleasure." Dean purred.
Dean picked up one of Cas's legs, lifting it over his shoulder and leaning forward, pressing a kiss to Cas's lips before he lined up his cock. As soon as he felt Cas relax, he started to push in.
He slowly slid in, inch by inch, Cas feeling the burn and stretch of being filled as Dean entered him. Finally, after what felt like forever, he was down to the base.
Cas gave himself as long as he could stand to adjust before he shifted his hips. Dean's face contorted in pleasure, and his lust-blown eyes met Cas's.
Dean gave an experimental roll of his hips, pulling out a few inches before pushing back in. It wasn't long before he was thrusting, in and out, in and out, forehead against Cas's as they shared air.
Castiel had never felt so close to another living thing.
Dean was setting his body on fire, claiming every inch for his own, every time his cock brushed his prostate causing Cas to moan or cry out, cock straining against his stomach. Dean adjusted his angle so as to hit Cas's prostate with every thrust, making the pleasure almost too much for Cas to bear.
He needed more. He wanted to feel Dean's cum filling him up, wanted himself to cum, untouched, all over his chest. He wanted to cry out Dean's name as he did, grasping at his shoulders like a man who's about to drown grasps at a life raft.
"Faster." Castiel commanded, and Dean listened. His cock was drilling into Cas's prostate now, practically every thrust setting his body on fire. He couldn't handle it, couldn't take any more of the heat that was building in his stomach. It just built and built and built, swirling and gathering until, finally-
Nirvana. His vision turned white and his back arched as he cried out Dean's name over and over again, like a mantra, like a prayer falling from his lips. The pleasure and fire and sensitivity, Dean's cock still brushing against his prostate on every thrust as he worked Cas through his orgasm, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as they went, as his own orgasm loomed above him.
"God, Cas, so tight," He growled, thrusting still. "So fucking tight, wrapping around my cock so nicely, can't hold on much longer baby."
Finally, Cas felt something warm begin to fill him from the inside, and Dean let out a long groan of his name. Dean kept thrusting as long as he could, until his cock began to soften.
He slipped out just as Cas finished his own orgasm, panting and tired. He looked down at the mess he'd made all over himself, and he smiled.
"That was amazing." He mumbled.
"Tell me about it." Dean retorted, falling onto the bed beside him.
They didn't sleep this time. No, in fact, they started talking.
Their ease of conversation, how much Cas loved talking to Dean even when he didn't want to talk to anyone else, just further solidified what Cas already knew.
He was in love with Dean Winchester.