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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 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.

The "sorry" for what he can only guess is the wings issue is muffled by Cas's kiss. He means it, but it's out of his head the second Cas is moaning instead of whimpering. They're back in a place Dean likes, and he wants to keep them there for as long as possible.

Realizing that keeping Cas up against the door is likely to spur more whimpers, he pulls back, eyes only torn from the other man to try and figure out in the darkness which way the bedroom is.

ooc: I don't think I'm allowed time off at the moment. But to be fair to them, I generally can take it when I want. As long as there aren't any salon launches happening. :|

But anyway, three days off is exciting. Do you have plans? And do they include world domination? If not, why not? And remember our agreement.

Not letting Dean move too far away, Castiel presses forward, wanting to stay close to the other man. And if it also means he doesn't have to break the kiss, it's that much better. He doesn't have the foresight though to reach out blindly toward the wall, hoping to find some kind of lightswitch. Unfortunately, even when he does, it isn't any help as the lights stay off.

"Bed, Dean. Now."

ooc; Boo. Clearly you need to book some off as soon as you can. And nope, no plans. Well, nothing beyond having a proper rest for the first time in months. World domination is for Fridays.

He's seconds away from pointing out that he's having a little trouble seeing, and that he has no goddamn idea where the bedroom is, but he bites down on his tongue at the last second and throws himself into the kiss instead. He thinks it's a more appreciated use of his mouth.

When he finally does accidentally stumble into a room with a bed, only lit by moonlight, he has the nerve to look smug as though it was all planned that way. It wasn't, but he's now too busy yanking Cas towards the bed to try and claim anything else.

ooc: Having told you last night how tired I was, guess what time I was rudely awoken this morning?

As dark as it may be, this is one thing that Castiel now knows how to do with his eyes shut. Following along with Dean's tugs, he only stops when he first feels the brush of the bed against his legs. He pulls back then, his hands on Dean's shoulders and shoving to try and get him onto the bed. It's not long after that before he's climbing on top of the man, his mouth latching on to Dean's throat and sucking on the skin there. His fingers are already getting to work on shoving their jeans down. It's something far easier said than done, given their positions.

ooc; She looooves you.

He feels a lot like he has no choice in the way things are going, and while that should bother him, it doesn't. Whether that's because he's that desperate to blow his load or because he simply can't find the effort it would take to care, he's not really bothered. What he is bothered about is that Cas is already taking care of their pants, so he figures it's down to him to remove everything else.

ooc: Actually, it wasn't her. I only let her in after I realised I wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon.

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