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156. Relax
When Dean set Cas down on their bed, his mind immediately jumped to all of the…fun stuff that he could do to help his angel relax. But when he straddled Cas and began to nip and lick at his neck, Cas didn't groan and grip Dean's shoulders or biceps or hold onto him tightly like he usually did. Instead, he just tipped his head back and let Dean kiss down his throat, still tense. When Dean pulled back and saw that Cas' eyes were screwed shut, he sighed to himself. Cas was in one of his 'no sex' moods.
"This isn't working." Dean sat back on his haunches. Cas' blue eyes flew open. "You're not in the mood, are you?"
"Keep going, Dean," Cas growled. He grabbed Dean by the shirt and tried to pull him back down but Dean resisted. If anyone had told his younger self that he'd be resisting a lover's advances then he would have thought that they were nuts! "Did you hear me? I need to relax. Keep kissing me!"
"No," Dean said firmly. "I know you, Cas. You're not in the mood but you'll go along with it to make me happy and then you'll be pissed and sulky and I'll feel like a bitch."
Cas didn't deny it.
"I thought you were going to help me relax," he snapped, crossing his arms. Lying on his back with his arms crossed tightly and a scowl on his face nearly made Dean burst out laughing at how petulant he looked.
"I will," Dean said. "Just not in the really fun way. Take your shirt off and turn over, angel."
Cas raised his eyebrows but did as he was told when Dean got off him to rummage in their beside drawer. Once he found the bottle of oil, Dean straddled the back of Cas' legs, poured some oil into one of his palms, rubbed his hands to coat them with it and then began to knead the muscles in Cas' back. His angel resisted for a moment, stiff and tense, but after a moment he melted and became pliant under Dean's hands. He began to purr loudly, which made Dean grin widely.
"Hey, Cas?" he said as he massaged Cas' shoulders. "Dunno why I never asked before but why do you purr like that?"
It took a moment for Cas to answer.
"It…is a leftover habit from when I was an angel," he said breathily. "Oh, right there…keep going, Dean!"
Dean's grin widened and he pressed down harder in the indicated spot. Cas' purrs loudened.
"When happy or content…our grace would resonate…it seems that purring is the closest human reaction…"
Dean thought that that was just freaking adorable (not that he'd ever say that out loud).
"So, what, you're my Catstiel?" he teased. Cas' eyes remained closed but Dean could just feel the glare that he would have been levelling.
"Don't call me that, Dean."
"Why not? It's cute!"
"Because you're mocking me. And I'm meant to be relaxing."
Dean just snorted and continued to work Cas' muscles. His angel was like putty in his hands and by the time Dean had finished, Cas was half-asleep and purring louder than ever. Wiping his hands on Cas' discarded shirt, Dean slid into bed next to Cas and was about to pull him close but thought better of it; he didn't want to disturb his relaxed angel. But Cas solved that problem when he reached out, yanked Dean closer with a weak pull and turned onto his side, settling himself against Dean's body. He buried his face in Dean's neck and began to nuzzle and nip tiny kisses.
"Cas –"
"I am in enough of a mood to do this, Dean. You helped me relax, so be quiet, take off your shirt and let me do this for you."
Feeling Cas bite hard enough to leave a mark, Dean quickly hastened to obey. And when Cas began to trail kisses down Dean's chest and torso, pausing about two inches away from the waistband of Dean's pants and returning back up to his collar, well, Dean didn't complain one little bit.