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Somebody's Saviour
iamwinchester
He hasn't mentioned that he stopped off to put an angry spirit out of its misery on the way back from his two-day mini-roadtrip. He doesn't mention it because he doesn't want Cas to ask him why they didn't go together. Dean knows the answer will upset the other man, so instead he's bringing back supplies for what's going to be more freedom for Cas and some time they can use to look over the books he's picked up. He hasn't told Cas just how many libraries he's scoured since the wings appeared, but that's not important anyway. What's important is that he needs the answer.

When he steps foot through the door it's as he's slipping his cell back into his pocket. As much as he's not going to say it where anyone else can see or hear it, he's missed Cas too. But that much is obvious in the smile he's wearing as he sets his sights on the other man.

"Did I ever play you that song by Aerosmith?" He knows Cas didn't understand his reference from before, but he can probably change that by digging out the cassette he buried somewhere at the back of his collection.


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A sound close to a whine breaks free, and it isn't long before Castiel's eyes squeeze shut. It doesn't hurt yet. Far from it. But he knows he won't be happy until Dean's inside him with something far better than fingers. When he pushes back this time, it's in an attempt at getting his point across. He just wants Dean to finish.

"More. I want you, Dean." He drops his head back down and onto Dean's chest again, putting himself into the perfect position to see both of their cocks. It's with a smirk on his face that he actually reaches out though, his lube-covered hand coming in to play a little sooner than he wanted. Instead, he wraps his fingers around Dean's dick, giving it a slow tug, eyes reopening to look up at him.

He's seconds away from pointing out his finger is still him, and that he doesn't want to tear Cas a new ass, but the words die the second he can feel a slick hand at his cock. This hasn't happened in a while, so he's not too bothered about how much his world seems to shift. 

He sucks in a hard, heavy breath of air and ignores how the room's hotter too. The brief flick of his eyes upwards is all he needs to gain eye contact again, and it's that extra, visual confirmation that Cas wants this now that spurs him into action.

His own hand pulls back from Cas's ass, the other one taking the lead and gripping at Cas's hip to try and pull him forward.

He looks worried for a moment as Dean pulls free, but it doesn't take long for his mind to catch up on just what's happening. Sliding forward without any preamble, Castiel gives Dean's cock one last squeeze before he sets both hands back to the bed to hold himself up properly, letting his hips be guided around easily.

The new position also leaves him in the best place to then duck down and press his lips to Dean's once again, the kiss a little harder than he wants. It's due to that slight feeling of nervousness that comes with what they're about to do that keeps him from gaining control over himself.

He's taken by surprise at how hard the kiss is, one of his hands falling away from Cas's hip to cup his cheek instead. The heat rolling off the other man soaks through into his palm and it's not long before it slides down the side of his neck to his shoulder instead.

The wait seems forever despite already having waited for longer than he can remember. He likes sex, and now that he's a one-person kinda guy he can't get it anywhere else. For now, he doesn't want to. It doesn't solve the build up already knotting in his belly and he has to force himself to keep as calm as he can and go slow. After everything, he doesn't want to hurt Cas.

He nuzzles into Dean's palm briefly, expression turning a little upset by the time he breaks away. Sitting back upright again, Castiel stares down pointedly at Dean's chest, not looking back up just yet. He isn't backing out; far from it in fact. It's still all too clear just how ready he is to carry right on.

"I'm sorry." Reaching back out for Dean's hand again, he manages to offer up a smile, even as he squeezes his eyes shut again. "I want you, Dean. And I..." He trails off then, shuffling forward enough to be able to reach around behind him and grab ahold of Dean's dick. He's doesn't want to waste any more time than he already has, which is why he then lines himself up to take Dean in a single movement.

"The hell you sorry--" He gets most of his sentence out and then it's lost all over again thanks to what Cas is doing. He has no idea what the guy's apologizing for and while he wants to know, he also wants to be reminded of how Cas feels. It's something he's missed, and not just because it feels good. There's a lack of intimacy between them and he doesn't want it there anymore. 

He can't help his hips straining upwards as Cas lines himself up, the desire he feels raw in his eyes. He can barely think about speaking again when all that falls from his mouth is an unintelligible grunt.

He presses back in one go, sinking down until he's all but sitting in Dean's lap. Somehow, he manages to bite back any sounds of pain, and his ducked head helps to hide just how uncomfortable the whole thing was to do. He wasn't ready, regardless of what he wanted. Wings tucked almost protectively against his back again, Castiel already starts to try and move, knowing that it'll only get better that way. It always does, simply because it's Dean.

Once he's finally able to suck in a breath, Castiel guides Dean's hand to his dick, frowning at just how much the last few moments affected him. It wont last long though. He wont let it.

He's sure the ease at which he just slid into Cas has more to do with the fact he's slicked up and less to do with the fact the other man's ready. But he can't get to the question because he can't think of words. He can't think of any words. He can barely remember his name right now and he's stone cold sober. All he can do is let that lungful of air leave his body in something harsher than a sigh and weaker than a huff. Cas's name features awkwardly in the middle.

When he's aware of his hand moving outside of his own control, he doesn't so much snap back to the rest of the world as blearily stumbles into it. His fingers slide around Cas's cock because he could do this part in his sleep. He's done it so many times before he's lost count, so it's with a convincing stroke that he sets about fixing whatever's wrong.


ooc: Guh. Broadband. I've missed you.

The contact alone is enough to start pushing the discomfort down, and by the time Dean moves his hand, it's tucked far away in favor of focusing on the man beneath him. He finally looks back up at Dean again, but he doesn't let out the apology that's back on the tip of his tongue. He's too busy biting on his lip to keep from saying anything embarrassing. For either of them. Instead, he slides his hands back across Dean's chest, rising up onto his knees slowly, before sitting back again.


ooc; Hah it hasn't missed you.

The more Cas moves, the more he actually comes back to the room instead of getting completely lost in how it feels. It's only because he doesn't want to miss anything that Cas does or says that he's intent on being that courteous. It's always been too easy to lose himself completely.

His hands are still clasping at Cas's hips, gently giving him the aid he doesn't need. It feels good though, the pads of his fingers slowly remembering what the slim hips beneath them feel like.


ooc: I don't care. High speed stalking :D

He stills a little then, reaching down to pull one of Dean's hands free. He tugs it up toward his face, pressing a cheek against Dean's palm, brushing his lips across the skin only moments before he starts moving again. It's another attempt that doesn't last though. Not given their positions. Instead, he bends forward to try and reach Dean's mouth with his own, growing frustrated yet again at his wings being in the way.

"Up." He huffs out a breath. "Sit up." His hands slide to Dean's shoulders, tugging to try and get him to follow through on the request. He doesn't like having that distance between them; something that rarely ever exists when he's the one lying on the bed. He just doesn't know any other option right now.

He only opens his mouth in confusion when Cas says up, but the question is answered without any prompting. Somewhere in the back of his mind, where he can still be a smartass, he's waiting to say he's already up. 

Instead of unleashing the smart comment he does as he's told, sitting up and feeling the muscles in his stomach tightening with the action. It's easy to wrap his arms around Cas's waist from there while he strains up for a kiss.

The moment that Dean's sat upright, Castiel wraps his arms around his shoulders, pulling himself as close as he can. It hinders his movements just then, but it gives him the perfect reach to kiss Dean with all that he has. He only pulls back when his lungs start to protest at the lack of oxygen, and with only a few breaths taken, he gets back to moving once again, grateful that their new position means he doesn't have to move far from Dean in the process. Just how he feels about it all now is proved with the smile that's managed to make its way back onto his face.


ooc; Oh hi. My ooc comment got eaten. >| OH WELL. GOOD AFTERNOON, CREEPER.

The corner of his eyes crinkle with the smile he returns the second he sees Cas's. There's been less of that than usual lately, and no matter what else is going on, Dean knows he would do a lot of things just to see it.

The palms of his hands end up resting across Cas's lower back, holding him up and keeping them close as he finally starts to move again. Now that their positions have changed so has how it feels, but he's okay substituting just how deep he can go with having Cas's chest up against his own.


ooc: Suuure. Eaten. Yep. A likely story. BUT HI ANYWAY.

He rests his head on Dean's shoulder, not caring that the position is less than comfortable. It leaves him with his face pressed against Dean's neck, the kisses he presses there growing sloppy with each rise and fall of his body. His eyes squeeze shut after a moment, arms tightening, and it's the only warning he gives before he unfolds his wings again to wrap his feathers around the two of them.


ooc; Hey, hey, I could've ignored you forever. So there. HOW'S THEM INTERNETS?

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