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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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"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?

Half blanketed in the wings and not having much warning, Dean pulls back slightly to look closer at the feathers. It's only half an attempt to focus on them properly because the way Cas keeps dropping back down into his lap feels good. It gives him a little extra time to work out what he wants to do next though.

He slides one of his hands round from Cas's back until it's back at his hip. It only waits there for a second, fingers squeezing gently before he slides the hand between them, blindly reaching for Cas's cock. Fingertips grazing the underside first, he takes a moment to lean back slightly and fix his gaze on Cas's face before he wraps his hand properly around it, tugging the way he knows the other man likes it.


ooc: You could have left me to live a peaceful life. Yes. But then you'd have nobody to abuse.

It's good! Though this is the first time I've had a chance to make the most of it properly. On an actual computer.

His eyes snap back open at that, and it takes him a while before he's able to focus enough to look back at Dean. His arms slide back enough to let his hands grip at Dean's shoulders instead, his fingers a little tighter than needed. He isn't able to stop himself though. Not once he finally takes in just what's happening right now; at the fact that Dean still wants this with him, even after seeing the wings he's been given back.

He tries to give a smile at that again, but he only barely manages it, too busy trying to remember how to breathe again. Dean really does know him far too well, and it's something he's never going to stop being thankful for.


ooc; Pfff you're the one who ruins mine.

Sob. That's another reason why I like weekends. No time to use the PC on weekdays.

Smile turning into a smirk at the reaction he's getting, Dean's eyes stay fixed on Cas's face, barely blinking to avoid missing anything else. The hand still at his hip tightens too, but not in response to the fingers he can feel at his shoulders. He can see Cas is losing control and he wants the guy to stay exactly where he is. Right in his lap.

"Missed this." His voice is broken with everything that's going on, but he gets what's on his mind out there. And he's not just talking about the fact they're having sex. He's forgotten the last time they were this close.


ooc: DRAMATIC MUCH?

Tell me about it. This week kicked my ass. In a good kinda way because I got loads done but still... I'm exhausted now. >|

"Missed you." The words come out in a rush of air, his ability to speak clearly slipping away far too easily. His thoughts aren't far from Dean's right now; hating the fact that even though it's only been a few days, it feels like far longer since they were simply just around each other, yet alone doing this.

He does his best to try and blank those thoughts from both their minds as he pushes himself down as far as he can, knowing that it wont be the same as normal, but refusing to not let it count.


ooc; Shut up >|

Right there with you. Weekdays are made of ass.

"Cas..." He can't stop the name falling from his lips at just how deep Cas is forcing him, and the sharp almost desperate breath he sucks in proves just how out of control the other man is sending him. It's only the hand at wrapped around Cas's cock and the fact he knows it's appreciated that's keeping him from just falling back against the bed again.


ooc: Unlikely.

Made of ass? HAHA. What.

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