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Somebody's Saviour
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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Each sound Dean makes only serves to drive him on, constantly finding himself caught between pushing forward into Dean's grip, and driving down onto his cock. He wants both, and he wants them now. It's why he tries to move faster then, despite how difficult it is to maintain any kind of speed. Or any kind of control.

ooc; >> What do you think?

He can feel more than see the difference in movement now, like Cas doesn't know which to focus on first, his cock or his ass. Since Dean knows the man well enough, he figures he's probably not thinking about either, but more pleasing him.

It's why he wraps an arm around Cas's hips, restricting him in how high he can rise up from his lap. He manages to keep a decent hold of his waist even as he doubles the effort his hand is putting into the whole process. He wants to watch Cas come undone sooner rather than later. He wants that now.

ooc: Can't quite reconcile the mental image in my head. It's amusing though.

His eyes flicker shut again, Dean's name called out in something resembling a moan. He can't help it though. The man just has that kind of an effect on him, especially when he's trying. His movements shutter as Dean's restraint, but instead of complaining about it, he tries to work with it. It end up leaving him with no choice but to thrust forward into Dean's hand each time. And each move the hunter makes has his breaths coming out harsher, his head ending up dropped back against Dean's shoulder again in the vain attempt to try and ground himself.

ooc; Because you're weird. >| Also, BBS, off to make/have dinner and watch Merlin.

As Cas gets the idea, Dean just tries harder, the twist of his wrist worked into his flow now that he's sure he has Cas's attention solely on his dick. It's what he's wanted for a while now, but this is the only way he can think to make that reality. Cas spends too much time focusing on him that he doesn't take enough time for himself. Even when something like the wings happens.

ooc: ...so you're watching Merlin again? I can't keep up. But every ep so far has been pretty awesome. Pretty good start to a series.

It isn't long before he gives up on moving entirely, beyond the occasional thrust forward that's beyond his control. He's too busy grabbing ahold of Dean, moans being pulled from Castiel's throat with each slide of his hand. He doesn't bother to try and silence himself, having long since discovered just what Dean thinks about the sounds he makes.

He pulls his head back up after a while, and despite the fact he's barely able to breathe, he leans forward to kiss Dean; something that's completely off-target and far too desperate. He's too close to the edge to be able to do anything else.

ooc; You know, that's the third time you've mentioned that I stopped watching. I never did. I just got a bit pissed off with how things were going. ...this season's kind of sucked for me so far though.

"Let it go, Cas." He's talking about more than what he knows is about to happen, but it's everything else that's happened lately. He's not exactly a sensitive guy when it comes to knowing how other people are feeling, but even he can't miss how these wings have affected Cas more than just physically. It's even easier when he tries to put himself in the other man's position. He wants to get rid of the tension and the stress.

"Just let it go."

ooc: Because I swear you said you had! Ages ago. But fiiine. Deny the conversation ever happened.

What don't you like about it? Or rather... what did you want to happen? Outside of the fact the plot line running through this one is all Morgana-centric. :\ That's kinda lame. But I like Merlin being inwardly tortured every ep. That's fun. :D

Even in his current state, Castiel knows that Dean means a lot more with his words than the obvious. But it's only the obvious that he's prepared to deal with right now. His hips shift forward in an attempt at a thrust, but it fails miserably the moment he feels the first signs on his orgasm approaching. It's something he welcomes openly, and with one last moan of Dean's name, he lets it wash over him, his entire body shaking with the force of it. His wings snap open barely a moment later; a reaction he isn't aware of until the sound of a crashing lamp reaches his ears. It's something he ignores in favor of closing his eyes and simply feeling.

ooc; >| Weirdo.

Basically? They've butchered everyones characterisations and focused more on trying to get laughs than putting a real plot out there. And they just keep reusing ideas over and over. And yeah, too much Morgana.

He's pleased Cas has listened to him, but the wings suddenly fanning out catches him off guard, as does the resulting force the movement creates. He manages to recover in time and sees Cas through his orgasm. It's the extra little kiss he places to the other man's throat and then under his chin that he wants to make the whole experience a reminder of before. It's not what he's expecting, but it's the moment Cas comes that he realizes they're really in this together. They've been through so much already and he's still not running for the door no matter what.

ooc: Takes one to know one.

You know... that particular aspect of Merlin has never bothered me. It's the only show that gets away with it for me. Not even SPN gets away with that. And we're not even going into that.

He doesn't budge an inch for a long time; his entire focus stuck on trying to breathe. It takes him a long time before he thinks he's capable of pulling back without falling. He keeps his hands where they are, despite knowing that Dean wouldn't let him fall if he let go. Not again.

"I love you, Dean." His heart is still thumping away as he presses his lips to Dean's jaw, following a trail across his neck. He nips gently at the skin there, before resting back against Dean again, his wings hanging limply even as his arms tighten their hold.

ooc; Whatever helps you sleep at night.

I used to be that way with S2, but this season has just...screwed up over and over.

"Love you too." His words are muffled but only because he's pressing his mouth into Cas's hair and leaving a kiss there. He doesn't think he's going to get as lucky, but he's not willing to put that frustration into words. It was his choice to take things down this path, so he knows there's no room for complaint. Even if he's so hard it hurts. His only option is to ignore it and pretend like it's going to go away.

ooc: ...I'm sure we've been through this before. A cup of tea.

Stop watching then? For real? So the next time I say you don't watch it anymore it's true. :D

He smiles happily at that, fully prepared to just settle down for the rest of the day. But he still remembers where Dean was planning to take them, and perhaps more importantly, he can still feel the hunter buried inside him. It doesn't stop him from taking a few more moments to himself though.

Eventually, he does pull back, and his expression turns a little uneasy as he rises on his knees, letting Dean's cock slide free. "Don't..." He pauses a moment, licking his lips in a nervous gesture. "...don't crush my wings." And then he's drawing himself off of Dean and to the other side of the bed. He stays on all fours, trying to make the offer as clear as he can without having to say it.

ooc; >> Cause you're weird. As I said.

I would stop, except then I wouldn't be watching a single thing on TV and it'd be pointless me owning one.

Dean doesn't move for a while even after Cas has gotten off him and made it clear what he's prepared to offer up. It's another reason why, at a very shallow level, he knows they're in this together long-term. He's mostly a better man than that, but the fact Cas is willing to give him this still blows him away.

He doesn't insult Cas's intelligence by trying to decline the offer and assuring the guy he can do without. He doesn't want to. It's why he finally moves with the promise that he'll be extra careful.

ooc: Yes. Going round in circles again.

So sell your TV.

That's all it takes to bring his smile back and, after twisting around enough to press another kiss to Dean's lips, he folds his arms on the bed, resting his head on top of them and peering back as best he can. The position may not be ideal, but as long as it ends up with Dean feeling as happy as he does right now, he doesn't mind.

ooc; Sounds familiar.

And then be left paying for the tv and the license without ever using it?

Shuffling up behind Cas, Dean is more careful than usual, hands reaching out to make sure he's not in danger of injuring the other man in any way. It's easy to keep his hands clear of the wings by keeping them either side of Cas's hips. It's in the same move he gently pulls Cas back, letting one hand drop momentarily to line himself up before it returns to the slim hips beneath him.

Easy thanks to how long Cas had been sat on his lap, he slides himself forward until another heavy breath is drawn out of his lungs. It's the very reason he didn't make up some BS excuse about how he'd be okay if they just forgot about getting him off.

ooc: It does, doesn't it?

I'm pretty sure you can get part of your TV license back if you cancel it. Anyway, as you said... pointless having one if you don't actually watch/like anything on TV. Save yourself the expense.

He lets out a soft moan as he feels Dean press back inside, one hand sliding free to instead rest over one of those at his hip. It isn't long before he starts to move, taking his time for now. He's leaving it to Dean to set the pace, knowing all too well just how long the man's been left on the edge. It's time to make up for leaving him waiting.

ooc; ...I died for the night. >> And I can't not pay for the license/tv contract cause that's two of "my" bills to pay for the house.

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