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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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It isn't long before his hips start to move of their own accord, rising up and down with each pass of Dean's hand. His mouth hangs open now, breath coming in soft pants, and his head rolling backwards to rest against the seat. He's caught in that place between being awake and asleep, and while he knows he should be taking that final step, he doesn't seem to be making it. Not until a moan pushes free. There's only the slightest stuttering of his hips as his eyes slip open, taking a moment to try and focus on the man beside him. He only barely manages to make contact before his eyes squeeze shut again, but for a very different reason.


ooc; Creep. << I think I need to head to bed now, so I'll catch you in the morning. Night!

"We're here." His voice is still rough thanks to how little he's used it in the last hour, and his statement is nothing short of the obvious. But Cas has only just woken up and Dean's sure he's not completely all there yet.

He doesn't stop what he's doing inside Cas's pants either, but he's not speeding up yet. Not until he knows Cas is awake enough to appreciate it.


ooc: Such a charming person. Anyway. So they've said I can app again in a week at that place because I'm awesome. So... Thursday.

He still isn't entirely sure whether he's dreaming still or if it's really happening. Either way though, he doesn't mind. Not when if means feeling just the way he does. His hips still continue to move, his hand finally reaching up to grab at the other man. It's when he actually manages to twist his fingers into Dean's shirt that he realizes the whole thing is far more reap than he'd first thought. In most of his dreams these days, clothes simply don't exist.

He makes another attempt at opening his eyes, a smile on his face when he manages to focus a little better on Dean. It's all the cue he needs before he's tightening his hold and pulling the other man forward for a kiss.


ooc; How on earth did you manage that?

Grunting something into the kiss, Dean doesn't attempt to try and steer things the way he thinks it should go. Mostly because Cas's hold on him is that tight. He has no choice but to lean forward into the kiss, hand still working beneath Cas's waistband. It's hardly romantic, but then that's not his style, and he can't think of a better way to be woken up.


ooc: I'm not really sure. I didn't throw a tantrum. Maybe that was it.

He doesn't pull away until the choice is taken away from him; his need for air growing that strong thanks to just what Dean's doing to him. He doesn't drop his grip though, even as he collapses back against the seat, another moan escaping him. This hadn't been quite what he was expecting when he'd asked to be woken up nicely, but he's far from complaining about it.


ooc; You behaved yourself. I'm so proud. :D

Lips sliding down to Cas's neck when he pulls away for air, Dean's half considering dragging the other man out the car for a little more room. He knows that by the time they get both Cas and his wings out the moment will have passed. So he doesn't, just adjusts his shoulder so it both eases the burn in his arm and gives him a better angle to work with. Doing this in a car is hard without Cas on his lap, and that's definitely not an option right now. Not if getting out of the car is going to be a five-minute job in itself.


ooc: I felt bad in the first place for screwing up. >.>

"Dean." It takes him a while to be able to say anything beyond that; far too busy trying to catch his breath again. "Come here." Reaching out with his other hand, Castiel tries to guide Dean closer, wanting to get the man to reverse their usual roles and take a seat on his legs instead. He can already feel just how close he is to losing it, but he isn't prepared to let that happen and leave Dean untouched.


ooc; This is why you're not meant to do thing when you're tired. >|

Dean's never been a fan of doing things the other way around, and it takes a lot for him to push down those feelings of awkwardness to actually get around to whatever it is Cas wants to try. He's not a prude by a long way, and he's not exactly scared of trying new things. But some things he has to really work at. This is one of them. He feels weird at the prospect of being on someone else's lap. It's why he hesitates and tries to distract Cas by tightening his fingers around his cock.


ooc: I know, I know. I was still in work mode too. Which is generally like now now now. I should have waited.

The moment Dean tightens his hand, Castiel lets out a loud moan, despite his attempts to quieten it. He knows perfectly well just what the man is up to. It's why he isn't willing to give up and let Dean have his way.

"Need to touch you. Please." He tugs a little on Dean's shirt again, trying to get him moving. Futile or not, he wants the man right there with him.


ooc; Pfff work mode. You don't do work.

"Cas--" The name is said into Cas's neck and sounds almost frustrated. He just wants this to go how he planned it, and in his head he doesn't end up on Cas's lap. But the other man isn't giving up easily and the more he moves the harder it is to keep his hand moving too.

When he finally gives in, though it's grumpily, his movement is awkward as he finally shifts his ass and hits his head on the roof of the car.
Before he sits down he does both of them a favor and yanks Cas's pants and boxers down enough so he can get to what he wants to.


ooc: I do in this job. :\

He offers up a smile the moment Dean starts to move, and he's quick to slide his hands to Dean's hips, his fingers already brushing against the skin hidden beneath the waistband of his trousers. Once settled, Castiel arches upward, starting to work a trail of messy kisses on the underside of his jaw, doing his best to ignore Dean's hand just then. He wants to give the other man the chance to play catchup.

Not taking his eyes off of Dean's face, Castiel slips a hand down the front of the mans jeans, the other tugging at the fastenings. Only once he has the button undone does he actually brush his fingers along the length of Dean's cock, his head finally ducking forward to rest against his chest.


ooc; So you say.

It's unconventional for their particular relationship, but Dean's quick to get past that simply for the hand in his pants. It feels more than good, especially considering this wasn't part of his plan. He almost forgets what he's doing thanks to the very same hand, only saving himself at the last minute in remembering what he's supposed to be doing with his hand.

The whole thing has turned awkward, only in so much as he's too tall sitting on Cas's lap to sit up straight. Instead he has to stoop over, his free hand wrapping around the back of the seats.


ooc: It would explain why I keep forgetting about Twitter in the day. >.>

In an attempt to take advantage of Dean's position, Castiel reaches up his free hand to rest it at the back of the other man's neck, letting his fingers brush through his hair briefly, before arching upward so he can press their lips together again in something that only barely resembles a kiss. Yet again, it's his need for air that's keeping him from doing anything more.


ooc; Excuses.

He's catching up fast with Cas's hands still in his pants, and that much is obvious enough with how he seems to go through stages of giving the other man a decent handjob. Every so often he gets too carried away with what's going on in his own pants that he forgets he started this.


ooc: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

He lets out another moan, his fingers tightening their grip of Dean's neck; the one thing keeping him anchored now. "Dean." He's back to panting again, his words becoming more broken up with each moment. "We should- I want- Cabin. Now."


ooc; I should've smothered you while I had the chance. >|

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