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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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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.

He makes a contented sound when he finally feels Dean coming apart, his smile growing when his orgasm hits. He doesn't move an inch for a long time, nothing beyond clenching down around Dean's cock. Eventually, he shifts forward, enough to let Dean slide free from him. Then he's flipping his wings over to one side, twisting his body to lie down on his side too, arms wrapping around Dean as he does so to guide him down to the bed. Only once they're both lying down does he push forward, kissing Dean far more softly than anything he's done that day.

ooc; Lies. I just don't GET a lot of sleep. Not enough hours in the day. D:

... Like I said. Crazy cat lady.

Dean has no choice but to flop down into the bed as Cas guides him there. He doesn't have the will or the strength to do anything else. He feels better though, head feels clearer and less caught up in the frustration that comes with not being able to have sex. It feels good, lying down and feeling the tension fall away.

When the kiss comes it takes him a few seconds to return it, more because he's in a place where it's hard to keep up with anything more than just lying there.

ooc: And you're a freak.


He smiles into the kiss, but it only lasts a few moments before he's moving on to using Dean as a human pillow, his head resting on his shoulder, and both an arm and leg winding their way around him. He's missed this; being able to be this close to Dean. And even if it's only been a couple of days since they were physically in the same room, he knows it's been far longer since they were actually close; his wings being the reason he hasn't remedied that any sooner.

"Love you, Dean." His eyes are still open and peering up at the man as he nuzzles against his neck. "M'sorry I've been acting strange."

ooc; You should know.

A similar sort of smile graces Dean's lips seconds after, but he doesn't say anything in return yet. He's still lost in headspace that won't allow him to move any part of his body, including his mouth. He's missed this just as much as he's missed the actual sex, but he doesn't think he needs to say that. He doesn't need to put into words what his body's doing for him already by leaning slightly into Cas.

When he does finally pull together the strength to say something back, it takes the clearing of his throat to get him started.

"You're strange on a good day, Cas." But then so is he. Neither of them are shining examples of normalcy. And that doesn't bother him in the slightest anymore. Not when he knows he has someone willing to do this alongside him whatever it takes. The fact Cas's own little dream ending springs into his head now keeps him from dismissing the idea straight away. He's too wiped out from his orgasm to come up with all the reasons as to why that ending is so unlikely. It keeps the smile on his lips.

ooc: Only because I talk to you.

"Stranger than normal then." His words sound amused, having already given up on trying to push his point. He's already fairly sure that Dean knows what he means, and if he doesn't, then it'll just come up later. For now, he'd rather just enjoy the time they have together before they need to leave the motel again.

Tilting his face back down again, Castiel gets himself comfortable, head sliding across to rest above Dean's heart. He's listening to it beating away, not willing to get up just yet. Instead, he lets his eyes close, arm tightening around Dean's waist, and his wing coming up to cover them both again.

ooc; I'm the highlight of your week. Don't start.

"Stranger than strange. Yeah." Dean agrees and waits for Cas to get comfortable before he presses his nose and mouth into the top of his hair. It tickles just that little too much and he has to pull away again, but the arm that's wrapped instinctively around Cas's shoulders tightens too.

"Guess I'd have some issues if I grew wings outta nowhere." It would be even more strange because he's never had wings. But he can appreciate it's weird for Cas to have something back he thought he'd lost for good. That and the physical strain they must be putting on the guy.

"We gotta leave soon." This time he doesn't feel bad about uttering those words that Cas has disliked more than once. This time he knows he's taking Cas somewhere that will be better. At least until they work this out.

ooc: That wasn't the word I was going to use. In your defence... you're quite amusing sometimes.

"I think wings would suit you." Not that he really wants Dean to ever have to deal with them. Not given how much they've already managed to get in the way so far. He may've finally found a way to deal with them, but it's only thanks to the experience he already had back when they were really his. "You wouldn't be able to wear a shirt again though." He stops with the patterns tilts his head back up to look toward Dean again. There definitely wouldn't be any complaints on his side if the hunter was made to go topless for a while.

Untangling his leg, he goes back to practically straddling Dean again, stretching out on top of the man instead. He rests his hands on Dean's chest, his chin resting on top of them. "You don't have to do this for me, Dean. I'll be happy as long as you're with me. It doesn't matter where we are."

ooc; You can't live without me. Deal with it.

"You think they'd suit me? Dude, we're talking about wings. Not what shade brings the color in my eyes out." Which he's been told a thousand times by various different girls all looking for a good time. It's a random memory that he pushes away the second Cas is back on top of him.

"I know I don't have to." It's true for almost everything they do that isn't specifically related to the Apocalypse. That part he knows he has less than no choice if he wants to be able to live with himself. The rest is all optional, including what they're doing now. Except he knows that it's not. It's what's keeping him getting up in the mornings. It's how far he's subscribed to Cas's ideal outcome without actually having to say it.

"It'll give us some room to figure out what we're gonna do about it."

ooc: ...like air?!

"Dean, I'd think anything suits you, simply because it's you. That, and I may be a little biased. There are certain things I'd be able to show you." He has a grin on his face now, even as he sits himself back upright and folds his own wings flat against his back again. Instead of explaining himself though, he looks back across the room and down toward their clothes.

"How long will it take to get there?"

ooc; Exactly!

"If we leave now? Few hours." What he means is he can use the highways if they're traveling while it's dark. Otherwise it means taking a bunch of backroads and extending their journey far beyond what he thinks is reasonable. But he's too caught up on what the grin was about to really answer with any interest.

"What things?"

ooc: ...of course. You're exactly like air.

"Then perhaps we should leave." He punctuates his sentence with a quick kiss to Dean's chest. Then he's climbing back off of the man, heading over to pick up the piece of cloth he's been using to tie his wings down. Instead of attempting the annoying task of getting the material in the right place, he holds it out toward Dean in a silent request.

"Maybe once we get there I can show you. Otherwise we may never leave."

ooc; You can't breaaaathe without me.

"Please tell me it's because it's dirty." Dean's already following the second Cas is getting up off the bed. It's not so much because he wants to, but the other man's body is warm and naked and he's still not ready to give that up for the car journey yet.

He takes the cloth and waits for the answer he's hoping for. He has very little self-control when it comes to Cas, but the fact he knows he's going to be able to give the other man a little more freedom is enough to keep his hands from roaming anywhere but around his torso as he ties the wings up.

ooc: How intense.

"Wings are...sensitive. Or at least, mine always were. It's something that's been transferred to these too." It's why he doesn't like having them tied up as much as he has over the past couple of days. But it'd been the only option he'd had if he wanted to go outside.

He takes a moment to make sure the bindings are as comfortable as possible, before he's stepping forward again to give Dean another kiss. He keeps it brief though before he's back to searching for their underwear, reluctantly handing over Dean's once he's found them.

ooc; Just the way you like it.

Raising his eyebrows as he thinks that part over, Dean takes his boxers back in silence. He's still trying to think through how that would work. He knows where to touch most parts of a human's anatomy and make it feel good. But wings? He's kinda lost on those. It's something he specifically makes a note to learn more about when they reach the cabin.

Pulling his underwear on, he knows it's going to be an uncomfortable ride. He knows an extra five minutes showering won't make much difference, but if Cas wants to shower too, that's a whole new ballgame. For starters, they have to try and keep his wings out of the water. He decides against it just because he doesn't want to be unfair.

"More sensitive than your dick?" It's after a few minutes silence that he asks and gives away the fact that he hasn't been successful in putting it out of his mind for now.

ooc: Is that right?

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