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Dean had never sped more than he was right now. He was barely registering red lights. For once, there was hardly a soul on the roads, so at least no one else was in danger. Castiel wasn’t much better. Both men would get caught at red lights, looking through their windows at each other. After a reckless drive, both of them pulled into the shared driveway; Dean making it first. He slammed the car in park and was out before he was even certain it was off. Meeting Cas at his door, Dean wrapped his arms around his middle, splaying his hand along Castiel’s abs. Dean felt the muscles ripple as Cas pushed the door open, only fumbling with his keys for a second.
“I won,” Dean whispered in his ear before he was pulled inside.
“For now. I think I’m the real winner tonight,” Castiel pushed Dean back against his door, reaching behind him to lock it. Despite the separate drive, neither had lost the passion. Heat and lightning spread through Dean’s veins. Castiel’s mouth found Dean’s again, immediately pressing his tongue on Dean’s lips. Begging for access. Dean opened his mouth willingly, one of his hands reaching up to pull on Cas’ hair. Cas groaned into Dean's mouth.
Spurred on by the sounds Castiel was making, Dean reached his other hand down between them. His own dick was trapped in his jeans, but his goal wasn’t his own pleasure. Feeling up Cas through his jeans, Dean was thanked with the stuttering of Castiel’s hips. Cas slid a thigh between Dean’s legs and pulled him forward by his ass, making Dean moan.
“Dean. Are you sure? I don’t think I’ll be able to stop if we keep going.”
“Yeah, I’m sure, Cas. Please.”
Castiel’s control snapped completely as he devoured Dean with renewed desire.
“You’re lucky I didn’t take you in your car, Dean.”
Images filled Dean’s mind, distracting him from the present moment.
“Fuck, Cas. Yes,” Dean ignored the pressure of the door handle on his back, getting lost in the feeling of Cas’ mouth. Castiel’s hands ran over Dean’s body, up and down his ribs.
“The first time I get to have you is going to be in my bed,” Castiel pulled away from Dean, who was desperate to chase him, and pulled him up the stairs. They kicked their shoes off as they struggled towards the stairs, refusing to part. Each second without Castiel’s mouth on him was too long. Dean’s dick was painfully hard in his jeans. He wanted so desperately to touch and be touched. Cas opened his bedroom door, and Dean followed him inside. Pushing Dean back onto the bed, Castiel crawled so he was on top of him.
“You’re beautiful, Dean. You don’t even know how pretty you are,” Castiel kissed Dean’s face lightly, as if he was marking each freckle. Dean felt his face heat up, not used to the praise. Especially not beautiful. Sure, he’d been called hot, handsome, delicate (once, don’t ask), but beautiful was a new one. Coming from Cas, the most attractive man Dean had ever seen, Dean felt like he was on cloud nine.
“Coming from you?” Dean lifted himself up onto his elbows, “Cas, have you seen yourself?”
“I don’t make a habit of staring in the mirror, but, yes. I have.”
Dean had to hold a chuckle at Castiel’s straightforward nature, especially given the position they were still in. Castiel’s mouth resumed its work, mouthing down Dean’s jaw. Nipping at his pulse point, Dean let out a moan. He scraped his nails down Cas’ back through his shirt.
“Off, please,” Dean whined, “I want to see you.”
Castiel pulled himself back with a groan at being stopped, but who was he to deny the man in his bed. Cas pulled his shirt over his head, reaching back to grab his collar. Dean let out a gasp, almost inaudible. His tanned skin, the peek of tattoos over his shoulders. Strong muscles rose with his breath as Cas watched Dean. The healing bruise on Cas’ ribs didn’t escape Dean’s eye, but he was immediately distracted.
“Your turn,” Castiel started lifting the hem of Dean’s shirt. Dean took over, leaving them both shirtless. Castiel kissed Dean’s tattoo, before moving further down. He stopped and sucked in Dean’s nipple, whose slightly forgotten erection jumped at the feeling. Dean couldn’t help the noise that came out of him when Cas bit him too.
“Fuck, Cas,” Dean threaded his fingers back through Castiel’s hair as he moved further down, peppering kisses down Dean’s chest. He reached the waistband of his jeans and…kept going. Leaving open mouthed kisses across Dean’s clothed dick was both too little and too much. Dean’s hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the feeling. Cas held down Dean’s hips with strength that had Dean melting inside.
As his mouth kept working, Castiel’s hands started undoing Dean’s belt. Dean lifted his hips up as Cas undid his jeans, trying his best to assist at getting them down. Cas pulled off Dean’s jeans and boxers, leaving them in a puddle at the foot of the bed. Dean’s now freed cock laid against his stomach. Cas took Dean in his hand, hearing the breath he sucked in. Stroking him slowly, Cas watched as Dean came undone, his head falling back, moans getting stuck as Dean bit his lip.
“Let me hear you, Dean,” Castiel moved himself back up, pulling Dean’s lip free and kissing him, not letting up on his strokes, “Besides, if you can’t handle this, how can you take more?”
Cas was teasing him, Dean could tell. It didn’t stop the need inside of him from growing.
“I can take it,” Dean could only watch as Castiel went back to holding his hip with one hand, as he began to lick Dean’s cock. Dean fell onto one elbow as his hand shot to Castiel’s hair, groaning as wet heat enveloped him. Cas was good with his mouth, that’s for sure. Bobbing up and down, Castiel could taste the precum on Dean. He sucked the head, Dean trying to thrust up just a little, desperate to be back inside Cas’ mouth.
If the clenching of Dean’s thighs was any indication to Cas, Dean was close. Cas doubled down on his efforts, sucking Dean off faster.
“Ah, Cas! I’m close,” Dean fell all the way back, his other hand joining in Castiel’s hair, tugging lightly. Dean could feel the vibrations of Cas groaning around his cock. Cas had no intention of stopping, however. With a final descent, Castiel took Dean fully in his mouth, his cock touching the back of his throat. Dean came in his mouth; Cas swallowing it as it hit his throat. With a last suck, Castiel popped off of Dean, intent on kissing him.
Pressing their lips together, Castiel licked into Dean’s mouth. Dean moaned, the taste of himself a new experience. He seemed to have a lot of those with Cas. Dean reached down between them, palming Cas through his jeans. The man above him groaned, rubbing himself against Dean’s hand. Dean popped the button on his jeans, his hand diving in.
Oh fuck.
Castiel was big. Dean didn’t know what he expected. He was decently sized. But Cas was definitely bigger than him and definitely bigger than anyone Dean had been with before. Granted, that was pretty limited experience, but still. A little bit of fear caused his hand to stutter as he pulled Cas out of his jeans.
“Cas, is that gonna fit?”
“Yes, Dean. I’ll prep you well. Do you trust me?”
Dean nodded, allowing himself to be turned so his ass was up in the air. He heard Cas step out of his pants, and made the mistake of looking back. If he’d felt big, he looked bigger. Dean’s eyes widened at the sight, but he couldn’t deny his dick twitched a little too. Castiel climbed back onto the bed, his hands ghosting up Dean’s body. He kissed Dean to dissuade some of his worries.
“I’ve got you,” Cas reached past Dean to grab lube from his bedside table, and a condom. Before he began, Castiel tapped Dean’s hips so he could slide a pillow beneath them. Squirting some lube on his fingers, Cas rubbed it between them for a few seconds, just to warm it up. He placed one finger at Dean’s entrance before pressing in lightly. Dean moaned into another pillow he’d grabbed. Castiel wanted to pull his hair, tell him to be loud, but he also didn’t want to scare Dean. Castiel wasn’t completely sure how much experience Dean had with this, and he didn’t want to hurt him.
Focusing his attention back on Dean’s ass, Cas worked his finger in and out. A second joined in soon, scissoring and stretching Dean open. Dean started to push back against Castiel’s hand. He was half aware he was humping the pillow beneath him, but it felt good, and Dean didn’t care. Cas found the spot inside Dean that had him seeing stars, a high pitched noise leaving his lips.
“Found it. Almost ready, honey, just one more finger,” Cas added a third, and squirted a little more lube on Dean directly. His own dick rested against Dean’s thigh. He was still pretty hard, dragging reactions out of Dean, who seemed determined to shut them down, but also didn’t want to stop the feeling.
Dean lifted his hips up a little, grinding back.
“I’m ready, Cas. Do it,” Dean turned to look at Cas, to plead with his eyes. Castiel was definitely weak for this man. Castiel stroked himself a little, getting full erect again before putting the condom on. Lubing himself up and lining up, Castiel started to push into Dean. Slight pain mingled with pleasure as Dean felt every inch of Cas press inside him. Once Cas was fully seated inside, he stayed there for a moment. The feeling of Dean around him was so good, it took a lot of willpower to not come immediately. Dean was heavenly.
After a moment of adjustment for both of them, Castiel started thrusting inside Dean lightly. Cas felt himself getting lost in the pleasure, his hips picking up speed. Dean’s moans were accompanied by Castiel’s as the two worked out a rhythm.
“Cas, wait,” Dean put a hand behind him, reaching blindly. Castiel stopped his movements almost immediately.
“What is it, Dean? Did I hurt you?”
“No. I just want to see you,” the back of Dean’s neck turned red with the admission. Cas kissed Dean between the shoulder blades and pulled out, letting him flip himself over. Dark marks had already started forming over Dean’s chest, and Cas wondered if he was in a similar state.
“Is this better?” Cas leaned down to kiss Dean, who met him halfway.
“Yes. Loads better,” Dean wrapped one leg around Cas, pulling him closer, the feeling of emptiness from where he’d previously been filled. Cas seemed to get the hint, pushing himself back into Dean. He wasted no time picking the pace back up to the previous. Castiel pulled the leg wrapped around his waist up to rest on his shoulders, pulling Dean’s hips up to. The new angle allowed him to hit Dean’s prostate with stunning accuracy. Dean gripped the sheets around him, unsure of where to put his hands. His cock was fully hard again, bouncing off his stomach with each thrust, leaving a small wet spot behind. Dean wasn’t sure he’d ever come untouched before, but he was rapidly approaching the edge again. His moans were punctuated with each thrust Castiel made, their hips slapping together. Castiel’s hand was tight around Dean’s hip. He hoped it bruised. That would be hot.
“Dean,” Castiel’s hips started losing their rhythm, “fuck, I want to come inside you.”
Dean didn’t feel like mentioning the condom, but he wanted the same.
“Please, Cas,” Dean started stroking himself in time with the movements of Castiel’s hips. He felt himself tip over the edge, white coating his stomach and hand. Dean felt himself clench around Cas, who, with a final groan, pulled Dean’s hips flush with his own. Dean could feel Cas pulsing inside him. The two stayed like that for a minute, until Dean stopped twitching from the slight overstimulation, and until it because too much for Cas. He pulled out of Dean, and tied the condom off before throwing it in the trash can beside his bed.
“Stay here, honey,” Castiel stepped off the bed, lightly padding into the bathroom. Dean wasn’t sure he could move even if he wanted to. As he watched Cas walk away, he got a good look at the tattoo on his back.
Wings. Black wings. They covered the entire expanse of Castiel’s back, shoulder to shoulder, the tips of the feathers dipping at Castiel’s hips. It was beautiful, the light lines a contrast to the harsh design of Dean’s. Distantly, Dean heard the water turn on in the bathroom. Castiel returned with a damp washcloth, wiping down Dean’s stomach, hand, and his own dick. Dean sat up a little, his back protesting at the movement.
“Don’t leave,” Dean grabbed Castiel’s wrist before he could go back into the bathroom.
“I’m not. Don’t worry. Just let me take care of you,” Castiel reached under Dean’s knees and behind his shoulders, lifting him from the bed with ease. Dean tried to not panic at being lifted, he wasn’t exactly a small man. But Castiel lifted him like he was nothing. Carrying Dean into the bathroom, Castiel stepped into his tub, which was filling with warm water. Settling behind Dean, Cas sat down in the tub. The water felt good, already relaxing Dean’s muscles. He made a noise of contentment and laid back into Cas. Dean rested his head on Castiel’s shoulder.
“Your tattoo is pretty. I like the wings,” Dean sleepily said, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders. He hadn’t been sleeping well recently.
“Thank you. My father wanted me to get it. It’s something of a symbol in my family,” Castiel couldn’t say that he had gotten it to honor his nickname, “Angel of Death.” At least his father had named all his children after angels. That was a pretty good cover.
“My dad wanted me to get mine too. He said pentacles were protective symbols. Superstitious bastard,” Dean tried to nestle further into Cas, who was determined to start bathing Dean. Pushing him slightly forward, Castiel lathered soap over Dean, the scent of milk and honey filling his nostrils. Dean made a slight noise of protest when Castiel continued his mission instead of cuddling in the tub more. Once he was satisfied, Cas pulled Dean back, letting him lay on his chest as the water cooled.
“Cas, what happened here?” Dean ran his hand over the bruise on Castiel’s ribs.
“Some of my family and I don’t get along. We’ve tried, but occasionally we fight. Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you,” he kissed Dean’s forehead. Castiel was reminded of the fight he’d had days ago. How he needed to watch out for Dean now.
“I know the feeling.”
“Is it your father? Sam doesn’t speak highly of him.”
“Sam just feels guilty. I got drug into my dad’s messed up life when I was too young, but it’s better than Sam having to deal with it too. I’d rather he grew up normal. But he doesn’t want me to protect him. But dad wants to protect him too. He’s my little brother. I couldn’t let what happened to me happen to him too.” Dean must really be tired, if he was talking this much. Still, he had to be careful. Cas couldn’t know what his father had done, and still did, on his quest for revenge.
“Sam made it seem like he was borderline, if not outright, abusive.”
This was not the talk Dean wanted to be having right now. He wanted to enjoy the afterglow. Not sour the mood with unpleasant memories. Dean just sneered, trying to avoid looking at the minor scars that littered his arms. The California sun had let him tan, but it had also exposed old wounds. They weren’t all from hunts.
“Cas, not tonight. My dad was a lot of things. Is still a lot of things. But the important thing is that Sam and I are here, instead of stuck in small town Kansas. If Sam can get out, I can too.” Dean closed his eyes and listened to Castiel’s heartbeat. It had been relatively calm, until the topic of John Winchester had been brought up. Somehow, Dean was comforted that someone cared enough to get angry over him. But it was his battle. He couldn’t drag anyone else into it. Silence settled over the two as the water started to feel cold. Before he’d even realized, Dean had fallen asleep in the tub.
Castiel could feel Dean’s breathing even out, and he risked a look down, trying to not disturb. He was met with Dean’s peaceful face, mouth slightly agape as he slept. He hoped he’d sleep well.
“I’ll protect you. From whatever you need.” Cas kissed the top of Dean’s head again as he started to drain the tub. He carefully dried the both of them off before grabbing two sets of boxer briefs. After a small struggle, Cas had slid the underwear onto Dean and slid into bed next to him. Shockingly, Dean didn’t wake up. Cas would have to wash his sheets in the morning. Laying a protective arm over Dean’s body, Castiel allowed sleep to take him as well.