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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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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.

"Oh." A grin slowly appears on his face, and Castiel lets out a brief laugh. Pressing his hands to the bed either side of Dean's hips, he pushes himself up a little, making sure he can see the man clearly when he speaks again. "You didn't think that, perhaps, it could be what I want?"

"...is it? 'cause I can think of a better place." It's as close to a tasteful statement as he can manage, particularly because his dick hurts now. As much as he enjoys Cas's mouth, he knows his idea is better.

"Do you know what I think?" Putting all of his weight on to one hand, he uses the other to run a trail up one of Dean's hips, catching the edge of his shirt so he can brush his fingers over his stomach. "I think that even if I finished giving you a blow job now, I could still get you hard again before you finish preparing me."

It's the kind of thought-process Dean appreciates and that much is obvious in the understanding that's clear with the slow smirk that curves his lips upwards at the corners. He's happy to test that theory out, sure that they couldn't get more alone up here in the middle of nowhere. He knows he should be making the most of that.

"We should explore that theory. In detail."

He doesn't say anything in reply. Instead, he just slides back down to the floor again, not bothering to waste any time before he's sliding his mouth back over Dean's cock again. Wrapping his hand around what he can't fit in, he starts to build a rhythm this time, not caring about the mess he makes as he starts to suck once again.

Collapsing back down into the bed without a second thought for what the movement will do to Cas, he lets his eyes roll back into his head as his eyelids slide shut.

He's effectively useless now, his body surrendered to what the other man is doing. The intensity he'd managed to stave off earlier is back, the familiar buzz causing his mouth to fall open and his breathing to speed up. The only sign he's still slightly in control is the tension in his hips. He's desperate to thrust up, but he knows Cas won't like it.

His free hand slides up underneath Dean's shirt, fingers brushing across his nipples the moment they're in reach. It may not be much of a substitute for a mouth, but his is otherwise preoccupied. That shift forward also has an added bonus for himself as he finds his own hips flush against the edge of the bed; the friction against his cock being enough to have him start to moan around Dean's.

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