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87. Satisfied

The room was pitch black, the only sounds being the exhausted panting of Dean and Cas as they lay in their sweaty embrace. Even though they had been doing this for over half a year now, Dean never failed to be impressed by just how skilled his angel was. Just how was he this good? Dean was the one with the decades of experience, not Cas!

"How was it, Dean?" Cas said quietly. Illuminated by just a lamp – since both of them had a thing for watching their partner – Dean could see that his angel's blue eyes were nearly shut and he was slowly drifting off to sleep.

"You're asking me that now?" Dean chuckled, running a hand through Cas' black hair. Cas purred and snuggled further into Dean's side, leaning into the touch. "We've been at this for months, Cas. If I wasn't happy, I'd have said so before now."

"So it was satisfactory?" Cas prompted.

"Dude, it was more than satisfactory," Dean replied. "It was frigging mind-blowingly awesome, just like it always is. Where'd you learn to do that? I know you didn't get it from that reaper bitch."

"I did learn several tricks from April," Cas said. "Such as nipple stimulation." His hand ghosted over Dean's chest and Dean shivered at the touch. "But I mostly learned from you, Dean. You are a very good teacher."

Dean smirked, pride welling up in him.

"Of course I am," he said smugly.

"Though an overinflated ego is definitely not appealing," Cas added dryly. Dean rolled his eyes and drifted a hand up Cas' back. Cas shuddered violently. "Do that again."

Dean grinned and began to stroke Cas' back. Cas let out a sleepy, satisfied sigh and shifted so that his head was on Dean's chest, black strands of hair tickling Dean's nose. Dean leaned down slightly and pressed a kiss to Cas' head.

"Love you, Cas," he murmured. "And damn you for making me say that."

He felt, rather than saw, Cas' smile.

"I love you too, Dean. And I'm glad that you are now able to say that. You should never have had any trouble expressing that sentiment to your loved ones."

Dean just groaned and allowed his eyes to drift shut, still stroking Cas' back. In that moment, he was certain that he was the happiest, most satisfied man alive.