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90. Jeans
Castiel hated jeans. Not only did he loathe the feeling of the coarse denim rubbing against his legs when he wore them (which was not very often) but they were an essential of Dean's and every moment Dean wore them was a moment less that Castiel got to drink in the sight of his human's body.
For some reason, Castiel had been particularly aroused by Dean all day. This was nothing new – Castiel didn't constantly just think about all he could do to Dean, even if these thoughts were rather popular – but there was something that day that was just driving Castiel that little bit crazier. That was why, as soon as Dean stumbled into the motel room with him, Castiel grabbed his human by the biceps and dragged him over to the bed.
"Cas?" Dean said. "What – oomph!"
Castiel had pushed Dean onto the bed and immediately crawled on top of him, growling and nipping at Dean's throat. Dean immediately tipped his head back to give Castiel better access and Castiel briefly wondered at just how much trust Dean had in him to lower his guard that much before kissing and nibbling the skin underneath his mouth.
"Not complaining –" Dean panted as Castiel pulled away momentarily to aggressively pull his shirt off him, "– but what's all this about?"
Castiel didn't answer, instead choosing to trail kisses down Dean's neck and chest. Dean's breaths were stutter and uneven and he clenched his fists in Castiel's white dress shirt.
"All day," Castiel growled in a lower, more gravelly voice than usual. "I have been imagining all sorts of things to do to you all day."
Dean blinked and then grinned.
"Couldn't stop thinking about all of this?" he teased, running a hand down his own chest. Castiel hissed and leaned in to suck on one of Dean's nipples, eliciting a strangled gasp from his human.
"As a matter of fact, no," Castiel said, enjoying the hot, flushed face and glazed green eyes underneath him. "I especially despise your jeans. They stop me from doing everything that I want to do to you."
Even though he was slowly coming undone under Castiel's skilful mouth, Dean still managed to muster up a smirk. Castiel growled again and tore at the button of Dean's jeans.
"Take them off!" he barked, making Dean jump. "Now!"
He slid off Dean, who hastened to unbutton and push down his jeans and then his boxers. Castiel's blue eyes gleamed.
"Much better," he purred. "Now allow me to show you everything that I have been dreaming of doing to you today."
He bent down.
"Okay," Dean yelped