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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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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.

It's all he needs to set in motion a series of events he can't control. That control is instead ripped out of his hands and isn't returned until his body is collapsing limply back into the bed, his fingers somehow worked through Cas's hair.

He passed out and that's something he doesn't experience all that often without a blunt object to the head. The surprise, combined with his orgasm, has him blinking blearily down at the other man, as though looking for confirmation that what he thinks just happened actually happened.

It's half a surprise and half expected when Dean finally comes. Castiel isn't as careful this time about swallowing everything down. Instead, he only swallows what he's caught, knowing the rest will give him something to work on when he tries to keep up his end of the deal.

Grinning up at Dean, it fades a little when he sees just what state the other man is in now. He isn't going to push him to keep going if he's really that tired. It's why, after only a moment of thought, he climbs up and on to the bed, lying alongside Dean. This time though, he reaches for Dean's hand to pull it toward his dick instead of trying to finish himself off. This entire trip is about being with Dean, afterall.

"Five minutes." Is all he says in response to that disappearing grin. He can't remember when he's needed a timeout after an orgasm before, but then he's not as young as he used to be. It's that thought alone that has him moving despite wanting to do nothing more than stay exactly where he is. He'll prove to both of them that he's not past it yet.

Muscles complaining the second he starts to roll towards Cas and following where his hand is being pulled, he rests on his arm so he can look down at the other man before his fingers slide around his cock.

Restraint isn't something he has any concept of from the first moment Dean touches him. He's been on edge from the moment he was woken up, and despite doing his best to neglect his own needs since getting into the cabin, he's only grown harder with each passing moment. It's why the first moan he lets out sounds closer to a yell than anything else, and his hips buck forward of their own accord.

He can deal with the volume of a human yell, not ducking back so much as pressing his lips to Cas's throat to grate his teeth over the skin there in encouragement. He likes it when the other man is loud. It makes him feel like he's doing a good job, despite walking around the rest of the time saying how awesome he is at this.

He doesn't stop what he's doing with his fingers, just slowly starts to grow a little more adventurous with them. The pad of his thumb ends up swiping across the tip of Cas's cock before he's twisting his wrist to pay some attention to his balls instead.

It's too much, too quick, and even as he starts trying to take deep breaths to calm, himself down, he knows he's fighting a losing battle. Amongst all the sounds he makes are the words 'Dean' and 'close'. He just has no idea whether they really do come out as words or just grunts. The stuttering of his hips is a better clue, and when he reaches up to grab the back of Dean's head, it's only so he can press his lips to the other man as he all but screams out his orgasm.

Barely resisting how hard his head is yanked forward, all he can do is return the kiss and see Cas through the rest of his orgasm. He's as surprised as the other man, but he's not really thinking about anything past how good it feels to be this close again. Despite everything his body is still desperately pressing up against Cas's, as though he's trying to force himself to remember this.

Slumping against Dean the moment he's done, Castiel starts trying to remember how to breathe this time. He gives up soon enough, letting his body take control as he continues to draw in shaky breaths, almost panting each time. He doesn't move an inch though, not entirely sure he has the energy to. What he does manage though is to smile around his attempts to speak minutes later.

"Best wakeup."

"Yeah?" His own smile is half in reaction to the smile he sees in front of him, and half in reaction to the statement. He already knows he's made alarm clocks look bad. But then it's usually the other way around this happens. He doesn't inspect too closely just why that is. Instead he lowers his head back to the pillow and slides his hand up until his fingers can curl around the other man's waist.

"Yes. Except now I want to sleep again." It takes a while for him to work up the energy to do anything other than lie there. Eventually, he shifts closer to Dean, almost sprawling across the man, his head pillowed against his chest. A few seconds later and one of his wings is joining the pile, stretched across the bed to hang half off of the other side.

"That wasn't part of the deal." Not that he's all that much of a fan of deals. Bet would probably sum up it more accurately, but it doesn't work if they're both betting the same thing. He doesn't try to move to keep things going though, just lets his body be used as a pillow and goes as far as wrapping one of his arms up around Cas's waist, feathers resting lightly against it.

"Dean." It's a whine and he doesn't make any attempt to hide it. Even though he'd said he'd make sure they could continue, right now he wants nothing more than to stay exactly where he is and not have to move again until it's by choice. "We can have sex later. Just go to sleep now."

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