Moments

by angelofthequeers

A series of prompts in the form of drabbles and ficlets, following Dean and Cas through the epic romance spanning many, many years. Also contains Sam/OFC, though they aren't the main focus. Updates daily!

223. Crack

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223. Crack

"Son of a bitch!" Dean said, rubbing his lower back. "Did you hear that crack, Cas?"

"I think that the whole bunker heard it," Cas said with a small smirk. Dean rolled his eyes.

"I'm getting old," he complained. "I'm pudgy and now my bones are acting up!"

"Stop being overdramatic," Cas sighed. "Turn onto your stomach, Dean."

Dean shifted onto his side and then rolled onto his stomach, groaning softly. Immediately, Cas was straddling his hips and tugging his shirt up and Dean lifted his torso off the bed to let Cas remove his shirt completely. Sinking back into the bed, Dean closed his eyes and shivered when he heard the click of a bottle cap and then silence. Warm, oily fingers then dug into his back and began to knead and, helpless and jelly-limbed, all Dean could do was let out a long, strangled moan.

"Keep going, angel," he slurred. Cas shifted and then his angel's warm breath was tickling the back of his neck, making Dean shiver again.

"If I can make you fall asleep then I win the right to top next time we sleep together," Cas murmured, pressing tiny kisses to the nape of Dean's neck. Already feeling heavy and sleepy, Dean just mumbled his agreement. Anything to get his angel's fingers moving again!