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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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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:

He wants to get inside to follow through with all of this, the wake up call nowhere near over, but Cas is making it hard to move. He's crowded up against the car so tight that he's not sure he can without effort he doesn't have. That and he hasn't got the self-control to pull away. Not when Cas is grinding up against him.

ooc: She was annoyed with me for a little bit for not being here much but now she's decided my lap is the most comfortable place to be. Good timing really because she's warm and I'm freezing.

It's only when the wind brushes by cold enough to cause a shiver that Castiel remembers that they're still outside. And while Dean may have already assured him that they're alone up there, this is one thing he isn't prepared to do. Not in the dark. He wants to be able to see Dean clearly throughout.

Pulling back a little, he brushes his hand down Dean's chest, stopping at the open fastenings to his jeans. There's a soft smile on his face when he finally looks up, managing to take a step backwards as he takes in the sight ahead of him. "Let's go inside."

ooc; LMF. Beats a hot water bottle any day.

"Inside. Yeah." It's less of a sentence and more single-word grunts of agreement. He figures actions always speak louder than words anyway, so he pushes off the car as soon as he's able to, the only reason he's not looking at Cas to keep his control. He has very little as it is, so getting to the door and unlocking it without feeling Cas up more than he already has is a major achievement.

ooc: I spent 20 mins looking for my hot water bottle earlier and couldn't find it. She obviously felt sorry for me. Clearly I looked pathetic enough. Also, shouldn't you be asleep?

He follows after Dean without question, knowing just where the man is heading. When they reach the door, Castiel takes the opportunity to press against his back, arms wrapping around Dean's waist to pull them close. It also gives him the opportunity to press a trail of kisses up between Dean's shoulder-blades, nipping slightly when he reaches his neck.

ooc; You said it. :3 And yeah, probably. Except I've got the next 3 days off.

There's no time wasted when he finally gets the door unlocked and open, not even to turn lights on. He's too busy twisting enough out of the other man's grip to pull him in through the door and shut it behind them. And since the door's there, he presses Cas up against it for good measure, his hips returning the favor from before, grinding the other man harder back into the wood.

ooc: Niiice. But I thought you never had time off? :P

There's a slight whimper that escapes him at having his wings crushed behind them, but any discomfort he feels is long lost with the press of Dean's hips. His fingers grab at Dean's shirt, tugging him closer, legs parting to make it that much easier to get just the pressure he wants. His mouth is back against Dean's again in a kiss that's far too sloppy. But it's all he can manage amidst the moans.

ooc; This I had to request about 2 months ago, and I only got told I could have it on Monday.

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