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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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"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.

It isn't long before he's giving up on getting their jeans off and instead opts with shoving Dean's down, along with his underwear. It's only then that he moves away, sliding down Dean's body until he's perching half on the bed, mouth only inches away from Dean's cock. Even with the temptation right there in front of him, he doesn't open his mouth. Not before
looking back up at the other man, a downright filthy expression on his face.

ooc; notifs, oh how you suck. >|

"P--" He snaps his mouth shut as he realizes what he's about to do. Instead he looks a lot like he's going to explode, the edge he's been balancing on driving him insane. He wants to be inside the other man however and wherever possible just to relieve the pressure.

"Do it."

ooc: LJ fail. Again.

Rather than the order, it's the cut-off word that has him moving. He wraps a hand around the base of Dean's cock, running a line from base to tip with his tongue, before he slides his mouth over the head. Before he even tries to move any further down, Castiel drops his free hand to Dean's waist in a silent request for him to try not to move too much. He isn't sure he can handle Dean losing too much control right now.

It's only with his hand in place that he slides his mouth further down, swallowing as much of Dean's dick as he can before he starts to suck. Hard.

"Fuck. Cas. Stop." The reaction is instant, the second Cas is sucking he knows this is all going to end too fast. His own needs are basic enough, but he still remembers what Cas asked for, back when they were in the car.

He wants to carry on, but the moment Dean tells him to stop, he does just that. Pulling back, he looks up at the man, a hurt expression on his face. He'd thought he was doing a good job, so Dean's sudden change of heart isn't making any sense to him.

"Did I hurt you?"

"What?" Dean takes a few seconds to get his brain in order again before he frowns and stares up at Cas, equally as confused until what just happens is played through his head again.

"No. No, I was gonna come in your mouth." He's pretty sure it wasn't where either of them were thinking when they were climbing out of the car.

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