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One of the perks of working on New Year’s Eve is definitely the glamorous parties that follows, Dean thinks as he pushes into the first bar they find in Nowhere, Indiana where they’ve just had the simplest hunt in a while.
“I think you mean one of the perks of hunts concluding,” Sam says dryly, somehow intent on ruining Dean’s buzz. He’s staunchly ignored as Dean calls on the pretty bartender’s attention.
She smiles at him and Dean is in a good enough mood that he’ll allow himself to think it was a flirty smile. It’s been a while, just saying.
“I thought you said glamorous?” Cas asks then and Dean doesn’t even have to turn to know the angel is squinting.
He knows that confused, slightly suspicious look well enough by now and knows even more intimately what it does to his body when the angel looks at him specifically. Has, in fact, imagined it enough times to feel shame burn hotly through him now.
“You got something to say?” a burly man next to Cas snaps, clearly not appreciating any kind of negative comment on his favorite establishment.
Cas opens his mouth to answer, clearly not sensing the tone but it’s whatever because Dean has gotten their beers and is pushing for them to move along. Cas looks like he wants to stay and answer the man, as if it would be impolite not to, but one glare from Dean shuts the angel up.
They weave through the rowdy crowd, bodies thumping in time with the heavy bass music that’s bursting out of tiny speakers. It’s still early in the evening but the clientele at this particular bar is in a party mode and most of them are already well past tipsy and running head-first into a drunken state too intense for them to last until midnight. Dean doesn’t mind and actually thrives in the energy, the liveliness and the generally rambunctious mood.
“Here’s to us,” he says when they find a table to stand at. The crowd presses in on all sides and Dean subconsciously presses back, feeling a thrill go through him when the next body doesn’t immediately move away. There’s no intent in the press, not from him, but he can feel that desperate need inside him swell with the heat that travels off of all these strangers. Cas is looking at him with unreading eyes but Dean pretends not to notice and instead just raises his bottle so that they can clink them together.
Cas does it gingerly and Sam smiles slightly.
“We did exceptionally well,” he says, referring back to the hunt and Dean can do nothing but agree. “We make a good team.”
“Yeah,” Dean says, throwing Cas a look for emphasis but Cas isn’t even looking.
Something has drawn his attention off to his right and he’s looking while taking a sip of his beer. Dean watches the angel’s throat work as he swallows with abnormal interest, feeling something inside him stir.
Cas is very handsome, there is no working around that. Dean has denied it for a long time but by now he has lost Cas more times than he cares to admit and it’s clear to him that he feels better when the angel stays close. And alive.
Truth be told, Dean doesn’t really know what to do with that information, since Cas is a fucking angel of the Lord and at best, Dean would say they’re close friends. And for that matter he doesn’t even know what more they could be. What more can Dean allow himself, what more can his body, heart and soul handle? And what more would Cas be willing and able to give?
Good fucking questions that Dean has no interest in trying to find the answers to simply because of the possibility that they will break him. No, as long as Cas is close like this, a great hunting partner and a close buddy to share a beer with after hunts, that’s good enough for Dean.
Or maybe not entirely good enough for his damn body, but that’s easily resolved using other people. And towns like this, where no one knows his name and where he won’t be returning, are ideal for finding someone to share a night with. Someone to warm his bed and take care of that immediate need so that he can act normal around Cas and not stare like a creep.
“Dean? Are you okay?”
Oh shit.
“Yeah,” Dean mutters, taking a sip of his own beer and looking away, absolutely refusing how creepily he was staring right now. “Just thirsty.”
“And hungry?” Sam says, or asks, sounding hopeful.
Dean smirks, nodding. “Let’s see what they have on offer.”
Abandoning the table they had such a hard time finding in the first place seems dumb but Dean isn’t about to suggest that Cas stay there while they get food. No, he might be avoiding how he potentially feels about the angel but he’s not about to lose precious time with him because of that.
With that in mind, Dean steers Cas through the crowd with a hand on the angel’s elbow without even thinking about what he’s doing. Cas lets him, either because he is so used to Dean doing shit like that or because he wants to, Dean doesn’t know but he snatches his hand away as soon as he becomes conscious of his actions. Cas doesn’t even look at him and Sam thankfully doesn’t seem to have noticed.
At the bar they discover that food is offered, but the choices are limited. They do include a sub sandwich, which is good enough for Dean anyway, and they get it delivered directly to the bar so that they can order another drink while they wait.
The press of the crowd increases as they wait and Dean finds himself catching the eye of several women, feeling his body surging when a man twice as wide as Dean bumps into him and lingers for a moment. It’s clear that he’s only standing close like that because he’s waiting for an opportunity to slink away in the crowd but Dean doesn’t mind.
Instead he eats his sandwich, scarfing it down, and grinning with his mouth full when Cas throws him an amused look.
“Good?” he asks and fuck okay, his voice sounds nice like that. All dark and scratchy for some reason. Maybe the beer, Dean doesn’t know.
Dean nods but doesn’t answer, unable to find his own voice. It’s okay, he thinks, because Cas smiles and Dean anyhow has so much food stuffed in his mouth he wouldn’t be able to talk anyway.
But fuck, just judging by how Dean feels right now and how Cas’ proximity makes him feel, Dean needs to find an outlet and soon. It doesn’t take him long to find another woman to lock eyes with and thank fuck for small mercies.
A newly ordered scotch in hand, Dean checks to see that Sam and Cas are engaged in talking about the monster that almost but not really killed Dean tonight, and then he’s off to snatch that woman up before someone else does.
Her name is Mindy and she smells of mint and cigarettes. Her hair is bleach blond and her smile is pretty. Enough so that Dean feels compelled to lean against the table where she is standing with two friends and try to actually start up a proper conversation with her.
“Do you work out?” she titters, coyly squeezing his arm.
“Might be that it happens from time to time,” he drawls, smiling as charmingly as he can right now.
He is feeling stiff and out of practice but Mindy doesn’t seem to care, or notice, even though her girlfriends both roll their eyes, smirking as Dean awkwardly tries to flirt. Maybe it’s because he wants this so much, feels that carnal need rise up inside him, or maybe it’s because he’s so fucking aware of Cas watching him, but something is throwing him off his game.
Either way, it’s not long until Mindy has completely turned to him and Dean feels pretty damn smug about that. Looking over at the bar, Dean only intends to gloat about his great prowess. Even when he’s bad at flirting he’s the fucking ace. Sammy could learn a thing or two, just saying.
But Sam isn’t looking, he’s not even at the bar anymore. And in fact, not even Cas is looking. Dean straightens, scanning the bar as Mindy tells him something about being a dancer.
“I’m very bendy,” she says in a sultry voice that would definitely have Dean interested on any normal day.
But right now he’s too focused on other things. Like spotting his little brother talking to a pretty brunette off to Dean’s right, and — fucking hell — watching as Cas laughs at something a man next to him at the bar apparently said.
What the fuck is happening right now?
Contrary to what Dean believed when he left his best friend and little brother, neither of them stayed innocently impassive. Not thirty minutes Dean was away and already someone has swooped in to sit beside Cas and for what reason? Because the bar is packed? That wouldn’t explain why Cas is smiling, and smiling like that, at the man.
Like, for real, what is up with that smile? Dean doesn’t think he has ever seen it on his angel before and it makes his blood boil for less than savory reasons. The man is too fucking close, leaning in, putting his hand on Cas’ arm, squirming all invitingly and hell fucking no, where did his hand go now? Out of sight under the bar somewhere?!
A surge of something goes through Dean. Indignant rage or possessive protectiveness, Dean doesn’t know how to label it but he knows for sure that that man shouldn’t be allowed to get so close to Cas. He’s only a little angel, he doesn’t even know fucking better and Dean will be damned if Cas gets taken advantage of because of that.
He turns to excuse himself from Mindy only to find that he’s alone. Well, as alone as he can be in a bar like this. People are still all around him, pressing in, but suddenly that feels less pleasant and more suffocating. Dean wants to talk to Cas, wants to warn him and ask what the fuck he means by smiling like that at someone else, and at the same time he wants to go back to the motel and take a shower to rinse off the sweat and grime, and these strange and unfamiliar feelings that bubble up inside him.
Downing the last of his scotch, he stumbles towards the bar, watching in a haze how Cas turns to the man and how the man’s eyes light the fuck up. Yeah, Dean knows Cas has a great build under that stupid trench coat, what of it?
“Hey, buddy,” he says loudly when he comes up on Cas and this other man. He cringes inwardly at himself. Buddy, really?
The man in front of Cas jerks a little and looks displeased at Dean’s sudden appearance. Dean just smirks, not feeling sorry at all for interruption.
“Hello, Dean,” Cas says and gestures to the man. “This is Matthew.”
Matthew. Not Mat or Matty, no of course this would be fucking Matthew. With pretty eyes and a lithe build, Matthew over here is a regular twink extraordinaire and Dean can immediately see why he would go for someone like Cas. Older, ruggedly handsome, yeah bet Cas fits all kinds of twink fantasies alright.
“Nice,” Dean says and extends a hand even though he doesn’t want to. Matthew’s hand is small in his. “I’m Dean.”
“I gathered,” Matthew says, looking Dean up and down. Yeah, that’s right, Dean is also pretty good-looking. “Me and Castiel were just talking.”
Okay, apparently not good-looking enough to warrant an invite, ouch.
Dean nearly sneers down at Matthew who is not only shorter than Dean but also sitting down on the bar stool next to Cas, knees knocking with the angel’s as if that doesn’t mean anything. Just a casual touch.
“I bet you were,” Dean murmurs, feeling a tension between him and Matthew when they stare at each other, and not the fun kind. “Laughing like that.”
“Yes,” Cas confirms happily, though he does throw Dean a look. “Matthew was telling me about this funny movie.”
“Oh is that so?” Dean interrupts, voice forcefully cheerful as he turns to Cas. “And what movie was that? Maybe one of the ones I’ve asked you to watch with me countless times?”
He ends that a tad bit louder than he’d intended and the bartender throws the three of them a look when she passes but Dean doesn’t look away from Cas’ stupid face. He feels the angel’s eyes pinning him, almost as if he can sense Cas’ grace prodding his soul and fuck it, Dean can’t do this shit anymore. Maybe it’s the beer and whisky or maybe it’s this guy flirting with Dean’s angel, but something makes him break.
“Um,” Matthew cuts in, making Dean jerk. “What’s going on?”
Yeah, what the fuck is going on right now? Cas’ damn grace seeing all the hidden things, picking them up and holding them to the light. Fuck.
“C’mon, Cas,” he snaps, grabbing the lapel on Cas’ trench coat and hauling him off the bar stool. “We’re going.”
A thrill goes through him when Cas allows himself to be tugged along by Dean because fuck, Dean is more than aware of the fact that the angel is too strong for him to move unless Cas wants to be moved.
“Dean,” Cas rumbles reproachfully and Dean shudders at the sound. “We’re being rude to Matthew.”
Dean doesn’t care, why the fuck should he? Matthew is just a random nobody and he means nothing. Should mean nothing to both of them.
Dean stops just short of the exit, whipping around to glare at Cas. “So? Wanna go back and apologize?”
Cas tilts his head to the side, clearly trying to read Dean’s mind without actually reading it. Because Dean forbade that shit long ago, before he even knew what Cas would come to mean to him.
“Are we leaving?”
“Yes.”
What for? Dean doesn’t know but he can’t stay here anymore, feels suffocated just thinking about it, and Cas can’t stay either, Dean knows as much now. Because Cas can apparently not be left alone or someone will try to swoop in and—
Dean’s train of increasingly embarrassing thoughts gets cut off when Cas nods and turns as if he’s going back inside.
“I’ll get Sam,” he elaborates but he barely manages two steps before Dean grabs his wrist, making him turn back.
Dean feels stunned at his own actions and he ends up just staring at Cas for a moment, at a loss.
“No,” he eventually presses out, confused by his own emotions.
“But—”
“Get in the car, Cas.”
He didn't mean to snap but here they are. Cas just levels him with a look but he follows when Dean turns to stalk out of the bar, mindless of all the happy people around them.
The silence in Baby is loud and Dean can barely breathe for a moment there. It gets easier as they peel away from the curb, driving into the night. Feels like he pulled off a damn heist, like a great win. Yeah, take that Matthew, Cas went with Dean.
“Do you want to tell me what that was about?”
No.
“You just don’t get it, Cas,” Dean mutters as they drive past closed shops, flying through the only stoplight in this podunk town and oh look, there’s the sheriff station where they faked being FBI agents just yesterday.
“You’re right. That’s why I’m asking you.”
Dean sighs loudly, clearly indicating how obstinate Cas is being. The angel just continues to study Dean’s face and Dean feels his skin crawl with too much fucking self-awareness.
“People like that guy—”
“Matthew.”
Dean grits his teeth against an insult. “They just want one thing.”
The motel is coming up, thankfully. It seems like several of the people staying there have decided to throw a New Year’s party of their own, tailgate style. Dean parks on the other side, in the darkness.
“Well,” Cas says when it’s clear that Dean won’t continue. “Might be that I want that same thing.”
“No you don’t,” Dean snorts, turning off the ignition. He doesn’t get out immediately, though, instead turning to Cas. “You’re an angel.”
Cas looks annoyed as fuck and it’s hot, Dean’s not about to lie about that. “Says the man who took me to a stripper bar.”
“That was long ago,” Dean splutters.
“You were the one who wouldn’t let me die a virgin, remember?”
“That was before I—” Dean stops himself before he says something stupid. But fuck, Cas makes a good point that Dean absolutely does not want to think about. “So what, you thinking about dying or something?”
It’s just meant to prove his point, of course, but just saying it as a hypothetical, simply using Cas’ potential death in an argument, is enough to make Dean’s throat close up.
“That would hardly matter now since I’m far from a virgin anymore,” Cas states and turns to open his door as if Dean’s fucking worldview didn’t just crumble. Cas is far from whatnow? “My point is you were highly encouraging in the past and now you were rude about it. You’re confusing.”
He gets out of the car with that and walks over to their room. Dean, meanwhile, sits there reeling for so long Cas has time to both reach the door, realize he doesn’t have the key, and come back to get Dean. He raps on the window and Dean jumps, tearing open the car door before he even has a chance to gather his thoughts.
They’re inside the motel room before Dean manages that and he rounds on Cas just as the angel turns on one of the bedside lamps. The room only has two queens since theoretically only Sam and Dean would need to sleep but now suddenly Dean thinks maybe they should have gotten Cas a room of his own. Where else would he have brought a hook-up?
“And someone like Matthew would do it for you?” Dean snaps, body thrumming with adrenaline and something else. Something darker and needier.
Cas shrugs and the motion looks abortive, like he’s just mimicking it. “He was very beautiful, and I let my grace touch his soul and found it nice too.”
“Oh you did, did you?” Dean sneers. Cas fucking rebuilt Dean’s body using only his soul as template but supposedly that wasn’t nice enough to warrant a compliment. Whatever. “What would you even do with a guy like that, huh?”
Fuck him? Get fucked?
Cas’ arched eyebrow answers that question real fucking quick. Dean’s body feels like Jell-O when Cas walks closer, getting all up in Dean’s goddamn business.
“You might call us angels junkless, Dean,” he rumbles and Dean almost lowers his eyes submissively but manages to stand his ground. For now. “But contrary to what you might think, we are far from immune to the pleasures of carnal flesh.” He suddenly smirks, a look so unfamiliar on Dean’s angel that it takes him aback and a wave of powerful arousal rushes through him. “We are after all sometimes inhabiting human bodies, complete with ‘junk’ and everything.”
Dean swallows, feeling a fine tremble going through his body. It has been a while since Cas was this up close and Dean suddenly remembers those early days when Cas didn’t understand the concept of personal space. It used to be annoying, didn’t it? Well what Dean feels right now is far from annoyance, that’s for fucking sure.
“Like what things?” he rasps when the silence stretches out and Cas’ intoxicating scent has wrapped around Dean’s senses, dulling them and apparently making him stupid.
Cas squints slightly and if Dean wants to, he can imagine feeling the angel’s grace scanning him.
“You know,” Cas murmurs. “Being invited into a human host is a great privilege that comes with many new experiences. None of us are immune to all the sensations and I have to say that it has become increasingly difficult to manage them ever since Jimmy died and this vessel was remade to contain only me.”
“Yeah?”
“Indeed,” Cas steps incrementally closer, enough so that Dean can feel the fucking heat traveling off the angel. “Experiencing arousal without the veil of a human soul has proved exceptionally tricky, especially when faced with your continued company.”
That sure as fuck snaps Dean to attention. “Me?”
Cas looks smug, of all fucking things. “You are extremely beautiful, Dean Winchester, this can’t be news to you. Surely other humans have told you that before.”
Dean needs to sit the fuck down. His whole body feels taut and too hot and fucking hell, his dick is starting to take too much interest in this damn conversation.
“Maybe they have,” he mumbles, averting his eyes without meaning to. “What of it?”
“Do you react like this every time?” Cas asks, clearly amused.
“Of course not,” Dean snaps, defiantly glaring at Cas. “It’s because you’re—”
Fuck. Dean and his damn fucking mouth.
“An angel?” Cas asks and then immediately his eyes darken and he seems to rise, somehow, becoming bigger, hulking, as if he spread his fucking wings in this teeny tiny room. “Or me?”
Dean can’t fucking take this anymore.
“Because you’re you.”
“Dean,” Cas’ rumble is deeper, more commanding, and Dean feels his dick filling out when Cas puts one of his hands on Dean’s neck. “Would you like to kneel for me?”
Oh fuck yes, it’s all Dean fucking wants right now. His whole body is singing, his very soul screaming at the possibilities alone. Because what if he kneels for Cas? What then? What pleasures could that bring, what could the angel do to him, and how would it make Dean feel?
“Not here,” he whispers, eyes squeezed shut. “Not where Sammy can walk in on us.”
Us, as if they’re already a thing. He should have said it but for some reason he’s not sorry. He jerks when Cas takes his hand, bringing it to the angel’s hip.
“Hold on,” he says, as if that will prepare Dean for the feeling of flying with Cas.
It’s a tug and a push, a squeeze and a pull, and Dean feels like he might die and at the same time as if he has never been so alive in his whole life. Fuck he hates flying but it’s damn convenient, he can admit that when he opens his eyes and finds that they aren’t in a dinky motel room anymore.
No, this looks like a damn penthouse and a vast city spreads out outside big windows.
“Where are we?” he asks, arousal momentarily forgotten as he walks over to the windows. Behind him, a flash of light indicates that Cas has put some kind of angel ward lock on the door but Dean barely registers that.
“A hotel in New York City,” Cas says and comes to stand behind Dean. “Far enough away for you?”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I would never.”
Dean closes his eyes for a second, breathing in before turning to Cas. “I know.” They end up looking at each other for a moment and Dean feels as if the very air around them grows heavy with his mounting arousal. Are they really doing this? “Cas…”
“Dean,” Cas says when Dean is unable to continue, to even articulate everything he’s feeling right now. “Did you understand what I was asking back there? That I meant you would kneel for me in a sexual way?”
Dean swallows over a lump. “Yeah.”
Although looking at the angel, Dean is starting to suspect he wouldn’t be opposed to kneeling for Cas in any capacity. What a freeing thought, to be honest.
Cas makes a small sound at the back of his throat. An encouraging grunt, and then he puts his hand on Dean’s cheek, thumb stroking over his lips. Fuck okay, but Cas has big hands, doesn’t he? Dean has to fight his eyes fluttering shut and he parts his lips almost immediately.
There’s a heat inside him now, and he feels it grow when he sees the intensity in Cas’ eyes. That slight glow in them has to be his grace and fuck, Dean wants to see more, to feel it all over his body.
“You are really exceptionally beautiful,” Cas rumbles then, fingers traveling over Dean’s lips, precariously close to his tongue. “I thought so the first time I saw you and I certainly reflected on it while I was attempting to rebuild your body.”
A tremble goes through Dean and he feels his dick straining against his jeans but he can’t say anything, can’t find his voice. Feels hopelessly trapped at the precipice of his arousal, letting this fucking angel explore his face. Pleasure thrums through him and when Cas pries Dean’s mouth open, letting two fingers slide in, Dean feels his knees almost buckle.
“I discovered a lot of delightful things then,” Cas continues but Dean can barely hear him over his rushing blood. “Like your erogenous zones,” he rumbles, pressing against the roof of Dean’s mouth, letting Dean’s tongue slide through his fingers. “All by accident of course, but yes, I filed that away at the back of my mind,” leaning in, his eyes darkening. “All for me.”
Fucking electricity or something goes through Dean’s body. He shakes, crashing down on the floor when arousal so sharp it’s painful shoots down his spine to pool in his groin. He moans, wanton and unabashed, and fuck that’s not electricity, that’s Cas’ grace cushioning Dean’s knees as he hits the floor. As if the angel knew.
He stands over Dean, fingers in his mouth and looking down at Dean with glowing eyes as his grace washes over Dean, alleviating pain in his joints, making his whole body soft and pliant.
Dean sucks on the angel’s fingers, hands coming up to paw at Cas’ thighs, pulling on his trench coat, eager to have more, to get closer. If Dean had looked, he would have seen Cas’ cock jumping at the mere sight of him, but Dean can’t look away from Cas’ eyes, hopelessly trapped and with arousal growing with every heartbeat.
“Beautiful,” Cas rumbles, fingers exploring Dean’s mouth, stroking and prodding. “Absolutely perfect.”
Dean needs so fucking much right then. Needs to get out of his clothes, needs Cas’ heat against his body, and needs to feel close in a way that he has yearned for but never allowed himself to accept. Not with Cas, not with this marvelous angel. It’s too inconceivable, or it has been. Suddenly it seems like it might happen right the fuck now and Dean can’t contain himself. The dam has broken and he wants Cas’ cock inside him.
He whines, teeth scraping Cas’ fingers, and the angel narrows his eyes.
“Tell me, Righteous Man,” Cas demands in a deep rumble.
Motherfucker, Dean knows Cas can see what Dean’s soul is yearning for but of course he’ll have Dean say it.
“Want you,” he rasps when Cas removes his fingers. Fuck okay, that seems to do something to Cas, though. As if having Dean admit it out loud is a pleasure in and of itself and maybe it is.
Dean watches with round eyes as Cas breathes in deeply, seeming to spread himself like that again, the very room seeming tiny in comparison to Cas’ looming presence, and then the angel hauls him to his feet again.
Dean makes a questioning sound, caught between a new whine and a moan when the motion puts delicious pressure on his hard dick. He’d meant what he said earlier and he would very much like to kneel for Cas.
“I know.”
Would fucking love to suck him off too, even if it would be the first time for Dean.
“I know.”
In fact, a lot of this is new for Dean and it’s a little scary.
“Dean,” Cas smiles when Dean snaps to attention, only then realizing he has been babbling out loud.
He feels his face heat up with shame and he tries to backpedal or at least attempts to gather his thoughts so he’ll come up with something smart to say, but Cas interrupts him by pulling him close enough to kiss.
And fuck, they’re kissing. Dean freezes up, stands stock still as Cas presses their lips together. It’s insanely soft, nothing like Dean has imagined when he has stared at Cas’ lips in the past. They have looked chapped, maybe even dry, but no, they’re soft and sweet and they just fit with Dean’s. One little tilt of their heads and their lips fit even better. Dean feels a rattling go through him and realizes it’s him that’s shaking, too overwhelmed by the fact that Cas is kissing him.
He makes a little mewling sound when Cas pulls away and Cas answers with a soothing hum before coming right back, this time licking over Dean’s lips. That sure as fuck kicks things into motion for Dean. He surges for contact, hands grabbing Cas desperately as they grind together, tongues sliding hotly, wetly and fuck, that’s Cas’ hard cock against Dean’s. It’s like a damn iron rod and Dean has never felt such pleasure as right now, pushing his dick against Cas’ to feel the angel’s arousal.
And hell, knowing it’s only Cas’ arousal, knowing that he is alone in this vessel and experiencing everything first-hand, makes it even more special for Dean. Makes it real, and that’s frightening but also part of why it’s so fucking good.
“Cas…” he hisses when the angel pulls out to kiss under Dean’s ear, one hand going down to cup Dean’s dick and making him buck. “Please…”
“Let me enjoy you for a moment,” Cas rumbles, clearly needing something as well and Dean can only stand there as the angel fondles him.
One hand on Dean’s dick, massaging to the point of making Dean go insane, and then he puts his other hand on Dean’s chest, easily finding a nipple even through all the layers of clothing and suddenly is too fucking hot. He grits his teeth against an embarrassing whimper, putting a hand on the back of Cas’ head, feeling the soft hair between his fingers as they grind together. Cas kisses his neck as if he means fucking business, and Dean hopes it’ll leave marks. Wants to look in a mirror afterwards and see the evidence of Cas’ arousal on him.
Breathing is getting difficult now, labored and stunted, arousal making everything taut and fuck, Dean can’t get enough of Cas’ scent into his system. He needs all of the angel, needs to feel him, to taste, to scent, to have all of him all at once.
He moans loudly when Cas lets a hand slip back to grab Dean’s ass and he feels his body shaking with barely controlled arousal. Pleasure is pumping, blinding him and God, has it ever felt like this, with anyone?
“I’m gonna come,” he presses out, barely hearing himself. “You’re gonna make me come like this.”
That makes Cas chuckle for some fucking reason. Ass.
“I thought I would be the one to say that.”
“Didn’t you say you have experience?” Dean mutters, feeling his sudden jealousy rise like bile.
His words make Cas lean out and Dean immediately misses the heat. “All I ever did was in an attempt at not losing it around you,” he says then, cool as all that.
“What?”
He has the audacity to smirk at Dean’s no doubt dumb face and then suddenly Dean finds himself turned around, pressed against the window frame as Cas pulls off his jacket and flannel, leaving him in only his t-shirt, feeling stripped naked for some fucked up reason.
It gets better when Cas drapes himself over Dean’s back, speaking against his ear as he reaches around to unbuckle Dean’s belt and open his jeans.
“You’re the Righteous Man,” he rumbles and Dean has to close his eyes when Cas’ fingers wrap around his hard dick, unable to meet the angel’s eyes through their reflections in the window. “I’m your guardian angel. Yours.”
Dean thumps his forehead against the window, body jerking when Cas starts stroking his dick. He can feel Cas’ cock against his ass and finds himself grinding back. The implications of Cas’ words hit hard and Dean doesn’t even know what to do with himself right now.
Breathing unevenly, he rocks in Cas’ embrace, feeling his arousal build and build, overshadowing his raging emotions. Fuck it’s sharp and fast now, Cas’ breath hot on his neck, and yeah, Dean is damn certain that’s the angel’s grace washing over him in sweet little rolls.
“What are you looking for?” he whispers after he feels the fourth wave of grace go through him.
“Not looking,” Cas murmurs, kissing Dean’s neck. “Preparing.”
A needy whimper escapes Dean when he first registers Cas’ grace wrapping around his prostate. He doesn’t even know how the fuck he knows that’s his prostate but judging by the absolutely blinding pleasure that sears through him it has to be. His breathing stutters, eyes flying open, and when he meets Cas’ intense stare, the angel smiles at him.
“There you are,” he says, shifting so that he comes to stand glued to Dean’s back, hips rocking harder against Dean’s ass, more intently now. “I endeavor to be sweet with you,” he says as he starts pushing down Dean’s jeans. “I have always envisioned it as sweet and loving.” Fuck, Cas has envisioned this? As in fantasized about fucking Dean? It’s too damn much and Dean only moans desperately in answer, making Cas smile. “But I fear it's much more intense with you than I could even imagine.”
“More intense than what you’ve had before?” Dean asks in a vulnerable little voice and will later feel so fucking ashamed about how needy he is acting with Cas. But right now, when Cas grabs his naked ass like that, Dean can only feel desired and aroused.
“You’re perfect,” Cas growls, nipping Dean’s neck and fuck yeah, is that the sound of the angel’s belt and pants being opened? “I can feel your soul screaming, so greedy for me.”
It is! Cas is getting naked too, or he’s at least taking out his cock and oh fuck, they’re really doing this, aren’t they? Dean feels his whole body throb, dick and balls aching, thrumming with arousal, and at the first touch to his tight little hole, Dean arches his back, presenting for the angel.
“Spread your legs,” Cas grunts and Dean does his best with his jeans still around his ankles.
He whimpers when he feels the restriction but forgets about the frustration soon enough when Cas fucking kneels behind Dean and spreads his ass open.
“Cas!” he hisses, the hair at the nape of his neck standing on end when he feels the angel’s hot breath on his twitching hole.
Cas just shushes him and in the next moment Dean feels the slick sensation of Cas licking into him at the same time as the angel’s grace rushes through Dean’s body. It makes him moan like a fucking whore and he has to start stroking his dick, he just has to. It aches so sweetly as pleasure swirls around him, making his sight swim and he can’t fucking believe he’s standing in a dark hotel room, looking down at the city of New York while Cas eats him out.
It’s too much, too stimulating, and he soon finds himself back on the edge, desperate to come but even more desperate to have Cas inside him. His ass feels hot and loose, open. Cas’ tongue is clever and reaches deeper inside Dean than he thought possible, the sensation of the wet hotness dipping inside him completely foreign but so fucking good Dean can’t stop his hand even if he’d wanted to.
And then Cas presses two fingers inside along with his tongue and Dean is fucking lost.
“Cas!” he all but fucking wails, leaning heavily on the window, ass canted up. “Fuck me, please.”
No lube needed when Cas has his grace, and fuck condoms because Dean knows he’s safe with Cas. Knows the angel will be able to cure any ailment and fucking hell, Dean isn’t even capable of thinking about things like that right now anyway.
Not when Cas rises to his feet, his wings clearly spread in a show of dominance, even if Dean can’t physically see them. He does sense them, though, can almost imagine he can touch them when they wrap around them, pressing against the glass as Cas rubs his bare cock against Dean’s slick hole.
If the glass was to break while they are fucking, Cas would fucking catch him, Dean thinks wildly as the angel starts pushing inside him. Cas would never let him fall, will always catch him.
Because he’s Dean’s guardian angel. Dean’s.
He whimpers when Cas bottoms out and Cas bites down lightly on Dean’s neck, not hard enough to really hurt but definitely hard enough that pleasure shoots through Dean’s body. He jerks, moaning, and feels his nipples pebble up.
He has stopped stroking himself now, both hands leaned on the windowsill to catch some of their weight and good thing too, when Cas grabs his hips to start thrusting.
“I won’t be gentle,” he grunts and makes that sound like something he should apologize for. Well maybe, considering his earlier words, it should be but Dean only clenches down on the angel’s cock, trying to say something encouraging but ends up only moaning again.
He’s right though and he’s not particularly gentle. Thrusting hard and fast, Cas sets a bruising pace but Dean couldn’t love it more. Every push and pull ensures constant pressure on Dean’s prostate and the way pleasure surges through him as Cas moves makes him fucking delirious with desire for the angel.
Raw, carnal arousal pumps through him and he’s panting, body trembling as it starts locking up when his orgasm teeters right there.
“So fucking good,” he groans, bucking back into Cas’ thrusts. “So hard for me.”
If he takes just a second to concentrate, he can feel Cas’ balls against his ass and somehow, for some fucking reason, that makes it all better. They’re tight and round and Dean’s own balls ache in sympathy. Fuck he needs to come, can feel it shooting through him, gathering in the pit of his stomach like a tight coil.
“Sweet,” Cas grunts, licking the back of Dean’s neck and then nipping him again. “Sweet, sweet Dean.”
The tender way Cas speaks coupled with the harsh way he fucks messes with Dean’s head and he can feel his fucking heart ache just as much as his dick. There’s so much left unsaid, floating there in the room with them, but Dean can’t bear it right now. Can’t address all of that too, not when it took him being pushed into a jealous corner to even admit that he wants to bend for the angel.
Better then to simply allow the pleasure to crest, to take over, to push him towards that razor sharp edge that he yearns to spill over. It’s close, so close, but he needs that last little push and feels himself growing desperate trying to reach for it himself.
“I got you,” Cas rumbles and only then does Dean hear his own keening little sounds.
He doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed about that, though, when Cas suddenly unglues his hands from Dean’s hips and puts one on Dean’s dick to stroke him, and the other on his chest to pinch a nipple. Like before when Cas touched him, it feels heavenly, but unlike what he did not twenty minutes ago, this time he touches Dean directly, without clothes taking away from the sensations, and Dean suddenly doesn’t know what to do with himself.
He bucks in Cas’ arms, desperately searching for the angel even as Cas shushes him. Pleasure rolls through him, making his whole body twitch.
“C—ah—close,” he stutters and wants to say so much more but he can’t, he absolutely can’t. Not when his orgasm washes through him, pulling his balls tight, tight and fuck it’s going to go all over the window and Dean doesn’t even fucking care.
He moans, one hand clamping down on Cas’ arm, teeth gritted as he looks out the window with unseeing eyes as he comes his fucking brains out. His ass locks down on Cas’ cock, milking him, and distantly Dean hears the angel groan. He feels smug about that, about Cas losing control, and he slumps back in Cas’ arms as he feels the angel come inside him even as Dean’s own orgasm has barely finished.
They stand panting for a moment, Cas’ hand still around Dean’s softening dick, and Dean thinks he has never felt so satisfied and safe before. His body is simmering with residual arousal and if he’d been younger, he would probably have wanted more almost immediately. But for now he’s content to stand here with Cas, safe in the knowledge that Cas won’t let go until Dean wants to leave.
It’s warm and cozy, no words needed right now, and just as Dean starts wondering if Cas has wrapped his wings around them, he sees the first fireworks go off in the distance.
“Hey, Cas?” he mumbles as he watches more and more pop off in a beautiful display of color and light. He smiles when he has to clear his throat and catches Cas’ eyes through their mirrored images. “Happy New Year.”
A secret smile spreads on Cas’ lips. Sweet and tender, a smile only for Dean.
“Happy New Year, Dean.”
*****
They make it back to the motel room before Sam does and Dean sleeps soundly knowing his angel is watching over him. And if he leaves again soon after to pursue his own agenda, then Dean feels content in the knowledge that Cas will always return to him. Because he is Dean’s, and no one can take that away from him.