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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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"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.

His appreciation is clear, and loud, in the way he lets a groan slip at just how deep he can get from this angle. It's far deeper than when they're doing this normally, or when Cas is on top. Coupled with the fact he's been ready to come for a while now makes the whole process a relatively short one. That Cas is willing to do this in particular for him though just makes things even harder to hold off.

The pace he's supposed to be setting doesn't come for a few minutes, knowing all too well that whatever pace he sets is going to finish this off. He wants the release it will provide, but he also likes how this feels. It's why he doesn't move, hands sliding Cas's hips to his lower back, thumbs dipping into the indents either side of the other man's spine. After he's done there, his hands slide back to Cas's hips and then down the sides of his thighs, slipping around to the front and back up before he loses his resolve to keep still and his hips start to do the work for him. It's slow at first, only for as long as he can deal with it, and after that faster, rocking them both further towards the head of the bed and then back again.

ooc: I figured. I disappeared shortly after and slept until 10 this morning. So. Good.

It's annoying that you need a TV license if you have the Internet too. :\ I mean... iPlayer etc. Howcome you guys don't just split your bills by how many people there are? At least then you don't get landed with paying for both those things when you barely use them.

It's the feel of Dean's hands more than anything else that causes his breaths to hitch once again, and he lets out a breathy moan when the rest of him finally starts to move. His eyes slip shut, forehead pressed to the bed and both hands twisting into the sheets beneath them. Despite having already come a short time ago, he can feel himself starting to harden again with each thrust, but he resists the urge to touch himself. Instead, he just starts trying to push back with each push forward Dean makes, his name spilling from his lips every so often.

ooc; Sleep is always good.

Agreed. It makes no sense, considering it's online. And that'd probably be smartest, but I'm paying the smallest bills as it is, so I'm not complaining.

The second he feels Cas moving with him he knows this whole thing is going to end imminently. He doesn't need that extra help to get off, and it's with a half-swallowed down groan that he tries to convey that message.

He's barely holding back now, every movement and sound from Cas chipping away at the delicate hold he has on his orgasm. The way his own name is spilling from Cas's lips helps more than he wants it to and it's only the tightening of his fingers around Cas's hips that gives away he's about to have that control ripped out of him.

ooc: It was amazing. One of those sleeps where you wake up in the morning and you're not tired. Right now I'm not tired. I forget what that feels like during the week.

Fair enough. I'd suggest getting a cat and sticking it in front of the washing machine for entertainment instead but... they're even more expensive. Yesterday I had to buy her more wet food and some cat calmer air diffuser thing in preparation for fireworks night. Today it's an auto-water dispenser because she keeps flipping her water bowl over. Tomorrow evening she's got her second injection at the vet and probably more worming tablets and flea formula. So that's nearing £150 just in 3 days. Which is more than a colour TV license for the year. /end of long-winded agreement

He knows Dean far too well by now to think that tightening grip means anything less than a sign of the end approaching. It's why, after taking a moment to rearrange his arms, Castiel twists his neck around enough to half watch the man behind him. With a smile on his face, he takes a deep breath, reaching a hand behind himself to grab at Dean's knee.

"It's your turn. I want you to come for me, Dean."

ooc; I miss those. I don't think I've had a proper sleep for about five years.

Yeah, still not a fan of cats. Period.

There's a second where he's just staring at Cas, staring at the best part of what he has right now. When Cas speaks it's all he needs to do exactly as he's asking. The grip he has on his self-control is released, as is his orgasm.

He holds tight onto Cas's hips to stop himself from falling forward and straight onto his back and wings, but it's hard work when he's being jerked through the first orgasm he's had in a few weeks. It wipes his mind clean and when it starts to ebb his muscles feel weak.

ooc: Yeah, but... you're a freak. You need a ridiculously small amount of sleep.

Dogs are better. Don't get me wrong. But my cat's amusing enough. And entertaining. And the only reason I'm not turning into a complete recluse because I live on my own now. Otherwise I'd get home in the evenings and not say a word until the next morning when I get to work. Which kinda sucks. But that's just the way things went.

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