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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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"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. >|

"Close." Or at least, he definitely is now. He wants to know if Cas thinks it's really worth moving. He'll do it, but he wants it to be fast. When he thinks about it a little more he decides that it's a good idea if only for the fact the both of them can be naked. That's never a bad thing in his head.


ooc: You're clearly too slow. Also, I hope you're having a good weekend, whatever you got up to. :D

It takes every ounce of willpower that he has to still his own hips at that. His hand stops moving soon after, even going as far as to tighten its hold around the base of Dean's cock. It takes him a while before he manages to get himself under enough control to sit back again.

"I want you in me, Dean. Please?"


ooc; I'll learn to be quick like a ninja. And of course I am. It's been puppy time all weekend :3

There's a quiet groan of frustration the second he can feel Cas's hand slowing and the fingers tighten around his cock. It's enough to drag him back from the edge, his breathing slowing soon after that.

"Not here." He means in the car, and that's mostly because he doesn't think it's physically possible with the wings and the confined space. He doesn't say anything else, just starts to pull back to climb off the other man so he can reach for the door.


ooc: Aw! Jealous. I want puppies to play with.

He has to force his hands to drop to his sides at that, a slow nod coming shortly after. It's the only thing that is slow, however, before he's almost diving out of the car and crossing around to the other side. The moment he's there, he's pressing himself back up against Dean, only able to wrap a single arm around him, courtesy of his attempts to keep his jeans from falling.


ooc; You have a kitty though?

For a minute he thinks he might fall back in through the still open car door, but his grip around the frame keeps him upright. It's the only thing keeping him upright as he finds some strength to hold the both of them up.

He has to create some space between them so he can reach into the car and pull the keys from the ignition. He's not leaving them outside no matter how secluded they are. The keys to the cabin are already in his pocket, so once he's fished those out too he uses his free hand to grab at Cas and yank him right back into his personal space.


ooc: I do. Though I haven't seen much of her this weekend. :(

"Dean." The name sounds more like a whine than a real word, but there's nothing he seems to be able to do about it. Not when he's able to press himself this close to Dean again after all the time spent stuck in the car. His wake up call definitely hasn't helped thing either, and it's why he's quick to part his legs, pushing one between Dean's, the other on the outside so he can grind against the other man, groaning the entire time.


ooc; She doesn't love you anymore. D:

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