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Sam's been sick for three days now and Dean tried his best to convince him it would be better if he stayed in the bunker while he and Castiel went hunting. It was rare for either of them to stay, so it was obvious that Sam wouldn’t agree at first out of fear something might happen to one of them, if not both. Finally after many tries, Sam agreed, but Dean had to call him every two hours to tell that everything is going fine.

They were still driving when Sam made the first call, coughing through the speaker. Dean, despite being worried about Sam’s health, he hide it, as always. After the call ended, Cas turned his head to look at Dean and said:

“I sense your distress.” When he got no reply from Dean he added. “Dean, he will be fine. Fever and cough is nothing compared to what you two went through before.”

“I know, Cas, I know. It’s just…whenever he’s sick I’m there for him, making his favorite food and taking care of him.” He answered. Cas, who still struggled with knowing how to properly comfort others, he gently put a hand on Dean’s thigh. He didn’t moved it an inch, resting it close to the hip. He had done it before, causing no reactions out of Dean.

“Before we left I called Rowena and asked if she can keep him some company when we are gone. We will be gone for some time.” He assured Dean.

“Thanks, Cas.” He said with a quick glance at the angel, before turning back to look at the road. He just couldn’t get enough of his face, the same one he was kissing all over last night.

Right. The last night. Nothing too intimate, just simple lying in their bed with a lot of kisses and cuddles. Dean could still feel Cas’ hands on his body, his lips on his cheeks and jaw, already missing the closeness and warmth. They’re definitely doing it again as soon as they get back from the case, which is still two hours away. He needs to focus on this now. Pleasure and fantasizes about his boyfriend later.

As the Led Zeppelin played in the radio silently, Dean couldn’t help but notice that Castiel didn’t took his hand off his thigh. It’s been almsot twenty minutes, Cas’ hand still didn’t left his leg. Should I say something? He thought, but before he could say it out loud, Cas’ hand moved down to his inner thigh a little bit, testing the waters. Dean had to bite his tongue just to not make a noise. Without needing to turn his head to look, he felt the angels stare on his face, observing, almost like he was searching for something. Slow and smooth circles done by Cas’ hand massaged his skin through now tight jeans. Fuck. He cursed, swallowing saliva with a gulp.

“Dean.” He called to get Dean’s attention. The way how his name rolled on Cas’ tongue gave Dean, whose cheeks already turned light pink due to the hand placement. “May I?”

“Yes. Please. Touch me.” He begs as the bulge in his pants grew bigger. Not needing to repeat himself, Cas undoes Dean’s belt without even looking down. It was clear it wasn’t Cas’ first rodeo, he had enough practice to learn to do it.

On Dean’s boxers was a small wet spot. Cas smirked as his fingers circled around it, making Dean let out quiet whines as his grip on the wheel getting tighter. It just made him want to tease Dean even more, to put him a stage where all he will be able to do is to pull the car over and let Cas make him good. Maybe Dean will tell him to get undress and lie down on the back of the Impala. Sex in the car was Cas’ favorite. The risk of getting caught, their hand prints on a fogged window, and the lack of space forcing their bodies to be even closer.

Enough! Castiel thought to himself. If I keep thinking about it I will get a boner too.

And so, he gave all of his attention to Dean and his own leaking with precum dick. With a little struggle, Cas took it out, now finally able to see how really hard Dean was.

“Oh honey, I didn’t even started.” He chuckled, leaning to whisper into Dean’s ear. “Got all so worked up just by my gentle touch? Needy.”

“Cas…stop teasing.” He begs once again, this time more desperate. The want to wait more until he’s a begging mess is so big, but how could Cas say no to Dean? Especially when he’s looking at him with his big green eyes. “Touch me already. Please.”

“It’s just you look so good when you’re begging.” He starts with slow strokes at the top, causing Dean’s thighs to shake.

Dean always was responsive to a handjob, especially when he was teased before it. He closed his eyes for few seconds to deal with Cas big and soft hand stroking him. Focus on the road. Focus on the road. Dean kept repeating to himself, as Cas’ hand speed up, yet still delicate with every stroke. Well, Cas was delicate in every intimate moment they had. Suddenly, the hand movement got quicker, causing Dean to moan loudly. Before he could adjust, it went back to slow. He’s being teased again. He hates it, yet he loves it. Cas kept changing the peace every few minutes, so when Dean thinks he can finally come, he can’t.

“Cas…I beg you, let me cum.” He whimpers.

The angel however only smiles, leaning closer again to whisper.

“No. Not until I tell you.”

“But Cas please-“

“Dean.” His voice got more serious, hand stopping moving completely. “You do as I say, or I won’t touch you until we get back to the bunker. Understand?”

Dean swallows loudly before nodding.

“Good boy.” Cas moved his hand again, this time starting even faster, sending a jolt through Dean’s body. “Eyes on the road, honey.”

That was a difficult task in this hard situation. Speaking of hard, Dean was very hard, and he needed to cum so badly, but he couldn’t. Not until Cas tells him to. The Impala was filled with the smell of sex, while the quiet whines and moans were muted by the now playing Styx in the radio. The song “The Best Of Times” will forever remind him of this moment. Sweat stsrted to fall down on his forehead and making his whole face wet, just like the seat and his pants. It’s too much. Dean turns his head to face Cas, but before he could even open his mouth he was interrupted.

“The gas station is five minutes away. Can you hold it five more minutes?” Cas asks. Dean turned his head to look at a road sign saying the exact same thing. “Dean. Speak up.”

“Y-Yes. I think.”

“Good.” The hand speed increased again, causing Dean to gasp again. “Because if you cum before we get to our destination, there will be no surprise.”

That was the longest five minutes of Dean’s life, and speeding didn’t even helped, it still felt too long. Finally. He didn’t even cared where he parked the car, he just wanted to finish it. A long and load groan left his bloody lips he had been biting for the last twenty minutes. Dean put his head on the wheel as he came all over his pants and Cas’ hand. The climax felt like it would never end, but when it did, Cas didn’t stopped moving his hand, trying to see how far he can overstimulate Dean. It stopped when Dean started to beg Cas again, this time to stop the overstimulation. When Dean opened his eyes to look down, he saw white stains on his jeans and Cas’ hand, some drops even feel on the seat. Fuck! I hope it won’t leave a stain. Dean cursed while staring at the mess he, no, Cas made. If he let Dean cum instead of making him hold it in for twenty damn minutes. Still, he enjoyed it, like always. In the meantime, Cas cleaned his hand into a tissue, he passed two to Dean to clean the rest before opening the door to get rid of the smell.

“Dean, is everything okay?” His voice no longer sounded dominant, but calm with a hint of concern. Dean, who still tried to get himself back together, gave a thumbs up. “Good. That’s good. Do you want anything from the store? More tissues? Water?”

“Y-Yeah. That would do.” He nodded. One more thing came to his mind when Cas was getting out of the car. “And don’t forget the pie, please!”

The sun was long gone, street lights already flashing the road and parking lot of the gas station, which was empty. Dean cleaned himself up, put the pants back on and got up, making a load groan as he stretched his legs. He looked down at his seat. It wasn’t that bad as he thought it might be. He grabbed the last tissue they had left and cleaned it as best he could, knowing it won’t do much, but he still hoped it will at least clean the bigger spots even a little bit. I will need to clean it again once we get back to the bunker. He sighed as he threw the trash into a garbage can. Despite nobody being around, Dean felt so awkward while walking, feeling like he’s being watched, or rather his crotch. Once Cas came back holding a bottle of water in one hand and a slice of pie in another, making Dean’s stomach growl from hunger. Without any hesitation Dean took the pie from his angel boyfriend and started to eat it with Cas watching as always.

“Damn it. Because of this whole thing I forgot we had a case.” Dean said between chewing.

“I called Jody and told her we got a flat tire and won’t be able to get there. She said she was passing by and can take the case.” Cas rarely lied, only in special situations, which in this case was him and Dean getting a bit intimate in the Impala. “And yes, I lied. Better this than you walking around with stained jeans.” He added when Dean stopped chewing to look at Cas with surprised expression.

“Yeah, especially I didn’t take any for change. Just give me some time and we will go back. I’m really tired after…you know.” Dean threw the now empty plastic box to the same garbage bin before opening back door of the car to lie down on the back seats.

He heard Css circling the car and getting inside too, closing the door behind him. Dean put hid head against the door, looking at Cas whose face was between Dean’s legs.

“Do you remember when I said I will give you a surprise few minutes ago?” Dean nods hearing the question. “Well, the surprise was actually a reward. A reward for doing a good job at listening to my orders. It’s also something that I have been wanting to try for some time now.”

“Oh yeah? What would it be?” Dean chuckled, already liking where it goes. He felt Cas’ hand reaching for the belt buckle again, this time without asking, pulling the dirty pants down and boxers to the knees at once. “You want to suck me up? Is that the reward?”

“Yes. Since I have never done this before I want you to guide me.” Just thinking about Cas sucking his dick made Dean hard. He put his hand on the angel’s dark hair and lead him down until he could feel Cas’ breath on it. He moaned when Cas started to gently kiss the tip and licking in between. Finally, he took it all.

Dean’s grabbed the curls harder as his eyes went back. He had many heads in his life before, but the way Cas did it made him lose his breath. He could feel the tongue going around the shaft, circling on the tip before going back down to the base. The angel did his best at his first time giving head, wanting to make Dean feel good and see the stars. His cheeks hollowed, eyes started to tear up as he chocked on Dean’s big dick, but he didn’t stopped. Each time Dean moaned it made his pants tighter. Cas kept going up and down, when suddenly his head got yanked back. His pink lips were covered in the saliva that ran down on his chin, dropping down on Dean’s belly.

“Hey, slow down.” Dean gasped, cleaning Cas’ tears with his thumb. “Don’t choke on me, tiger.”

“I want to make you feel g-good.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He whispered as he kissed Cas’ cheeks, quickly going down to his neck. At first there were gentle kisses, but turned into bites before the angel realized. “Do it in small steps, starting at the top and slowly working your way down to the bottom. Got it?”

Cas can only moan as Dean sucks on his neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks. He didn’t wanted it to stop, but he knew he had to. With one hand he pushed Dean down and got back to work, starting from the top, sucking and licking it, turning Dean into a moaning mess once again. His right hand went down and unbuckled his own belt, freeing his own hard dick too, stroking it fast immediately. Dean’s hand was hold him by the hair again, deciding on what speed he’s going.

“Oh fuck! Cas, baby, I’m close.” Dean’s whimpers were barely heard in the sound of Cas’ gulps and muffled moan each time it hit the back of his throat. All the angel could do was to look with his blue eyes at his human boyfriend and beg to finish in his mouth. “You want to swallow it? Is what was you want? Alright. Here it comes!”

Even more tears came out of Cas’ eyes as he felt a warm sticky liquid filling his mouth, barely keeping up with the swallowing. It was too much, he couldn’t hold it anymore, coming into his own hand and on Dean’s pants, staining them even more. It felt so good, both of them didn’t wanted it to stop, but unfortunately everything ends eventually.

“Thats it, baby. Swallow all of it, every last drop. Good job.” Dean let go off Cas’ hair and let him finally take a deep breath. He grabbed the angel by his cheeks, making his pull out his now covered in cum tongue. “Beautiful.”

“Dean, was…did I did good?” He gasped.

“You did amazing, sweetheart. We need to do it again someday.” Dean chuckled, giving Cas more kisses on his cheeks.”

“Dean?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”