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Dean is asleep in his bed in the Bunker. 

This last hunt had been a doozy. It was just Dean and Sam because Cas had gotten a call from Jack in the middle of the night about two days prior about a problem he was having with his job of restoring heaven. Cas left with a kiss and a promise to be back as soon as he was able. Dean had been sad he had to leave but these days, he’s less worried about if Cas is coming back or not. Cas always comes back to him.

They were in northern Minnesota in BFE. Where the closest grocery store was three towns over and the only gas station was run by a man the whole town called ‘Brother’ and had a penchant for trying to short change people. Seriously, Dean had to go twice to fill up Baby and each time the man tried to keep a few dollars more than what Dean owed.

And to top it all off the hunt was a bust. Sam and Dean had rolled into town after Sam had read an article on the townspeople complaining about their livestock mysteriously going missing and then being found a few days later, mutilated. Turns out it was a group of teenagers being assholes on summer vacation and letting sheep and chickens loose to be mauled by local wildlife. Lets just say that in a game of chicken, a Northern Black bear wins every time.

The only upside was that the two men had been able to figure out who was fucking with the local farms within the first night they were there. They caught the group of boys sneaking into a dairy farm on the outside of town. Once they saw Sam and Dean they scattered but Dean managed to grab a blonde haired scrawny kid before he bolted. The kid said he was there cause he was trying to fit in with his brothers friends and flipped on them all pretty fast. With a list of names of all the boys on the desk of the local sheriff, the boys left town the next morning. 

The downside to solving the case so fast was turning and burning the twenty four hours it took to get there and back to the bunker. Needless to say Dean was exhausted after all the drive time. As soon as the boys returned home, they each veered off to their rooms with exhausted goodbyes. Dean had just enough brain power to shuck his clothes off and fall face first on top of his blankets, naked, before falling dead asleep.

So now he was in bed, lying on his stomach with his head on the pillow and his arms curled underneath. The very definition of knocked the fuck out. 

Hey, cut him some slack, he’s not twenty six anymore ok? 

He’s in an exhausted enough sleep where your brain doesn’t even try to conjure up new dreams for you. So it just replays your greatest hits. Right now he’s currently dreaming about his and Cas’s vacation they took this spring. They had gone to Cancun, (they had flown and don't ask how Dean managed to live through that flight) and stayed in a resort. They had spent most of their time on the beach or in their private bungalow. Dean preferred the time they spent together in their bed though. Or the hours they spent laying in the sun on the back deck. Cas rubbing lotion onto Dean every few hours so he didn’t burn like a lobster.

His strong hands working broad stroked over the back of his thighs. In and out motions like the crystal blue waves on the beach beside them. Grazing over his ass cheeks on his way to Dean’s muscled back, then down again and around his waist. 

Dean was so lost in his dream, he swears he could feel Cas’s hands on him now. And perhaps he would later blame his tiredness on the fact it took him so long to realize it was because Cas did have his hands on him now. He let out a soft moan as he felt Cas’s hand sweep from from his left ass cheek down to his calf. His eyes fluttered open and he stretched his arm above his pillow, peaking over his shoulder at his boyfriend. He is sitting on the bed beside him by his waist, gazing down at him sweetly.

“Cas?”

“Hello Dean.”

Cas spoke in a whisper while his eyes crinkled at the corner. Even in the dim room, with only the light of the room's alarm clock, Dean could see his sweet smile and his gleaming blue eyes. 

Dean huffs and shoves his face into his pillow, grumbling, “I missed you.”

”I missed you too, Beloved.” Cas says while softly sliding his hands on Dean's ass again. “I tried to get home as soon as I could.”

“It’s ok,” Dean sighs. “Just glad you're here now.”

He closes his eyes with a sign and turns slightly so he is laying on his side, facing Cas. Castiel hums and adjusts his hand to instead stroke Dean's freckled thigh. He is looking at Dean's sleep softened body with a look the hunter would recognize anywhere. He’s seen it many times since he and his boyfriend finally got their heads out of their asses and confessed their feelings to each other all those months ago. 

Subtly, or not so subtly, he shifts his legs a little further apart. Hopefully letting Castiel know that he is ok with a little middle of the night fun. 

Cas’s eyes slowly rove from his hand on Dean's thigh to his face. There is a silent question in his eyes. Dean acknowledges the look by fully moving to roll on his back, his right leg propped up with his foot on the bed. 

Cas moves his hand to Dean's pale inner thigh and flattens his palms around it. He kneads the soft skin with his palm while lightly teasing Dean's rapidly interested cock with his fingers tips. With a soft but strong motion, he grips the inside of Dean's leg and moves it so his thigh is on his lap, fully exposing Dean to the chilled air of the room. Dean can’t help the quiet gasp he let out. Cas knows how he secretly likes to be manhandled and for someone to take control sometimes. And Cas is usually more than happy to oblige.

Castiel moves his hand down while his other hand reaches up to rub over Dean's chest. First running along the smooth expanse of soft skin before stopping and tweaking a hard nipple. The hand between Dean’s legs reaches his balls and slender fingers roll and tug them gently. 

Dean moans and uses his other foot on the bed as leverage to roll his hips into Cas’s hand. His eyes flutter shut again until Cas removes his hand from Dean's nipple and he hears him open the bedside drawer. His eyes snap over to look. He sees his boyfriend pull a bottle of lube out of the night stand. The one that they have to replace more than is probably healthy If Dean is being honest. 

Cas opens the cap one handed and drizzles some of the lube onto his fingers. After they are coated, his hand reaches farther down from Dean's balls. His middle finger circles Dean's hole, swirling around and around until finally he breeches him with the finger tip. 

Dean grabs a fist full of the bottom of Cas’s shirt and sighs, ”Fuck.”

”Relax Dean. Let me show you how much I missed you Beloved. Let me cherish you.”

Dean can’t do anything but nod and spread his legs wider. 

With that, Castiel shoves the rest of his finger into Dean. He wiggles his finger and loosen Dean's hole until he can add another. He goes deeper and he start searching until he finally finds what he is looking for. With a yelp, Dean’s upper body jolts off the bed as he drops Cas’s shirt as he tries to look down to watch his boyfriend's exploring hand. With a quickness Dean often forgets Cas' possesses, he pushes him back onto the bed, his arm locking across his chest like a saftey bar at an amusement park. So what else can Dean do but hold on for the ride?

He grabs onto Cas’s forearm with both hands, his fingers gripping so hard they leave indents in the muscle there. “C-Cas,” he whimpers. 

Cas looks at him with almost sympathetic eyes and coos down at him, “Yes Dean? What would you like my love?” He wiggles his fingers a bit and then stills.

Dean gasps and breathes out a weak, “More…”

The angel's eyes bore into Deans and a small quirk of his lips can be seen in the dim light.

“What? More of this?” He crooks his fingers sharply. Hooking his fingers and giving one sharp push on the bundle of nerves inside Dean.

The chest beneath Cas’s forearm heaves and Dean's head snaps back, eyes squeezed shut as he shouts.

”Ah! Fuck! Y-Yes!” 

The angel’s eyes darken as he looks down at his human and sees the small beads of sweat that have formed over his brow. Dean green eyes glazed with arousal and want. He pushes his fingers in deeper, until his palm is flush with Deans balls. 

“Anything, Beloved. Anything you wish.”

Deans squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a choking sound. He loves when Cas calls him that. And he can’t help the way it makes his heart skip every time Cas uses the pet name. 

Cas starts to thrust his fingers in and out of Dean's hole, massaging his balls with his palm. Slowly dragging his fingers across his prostate when he pulls them out. Just to push them back in again and spread them apart. He’s watching, enraptured, as Dean's mouth opens with his loud breaths. His eyes gazing up at Cas’s face. 

Unable to handle his arousal, Cas leans down and captures those plump lips in a kiss. Dipping his tongue in and tasting sweet ambrosia. The kiss causes the angel's blood to heat up and his fingers abruptly start moving faster. 

The sudden change of paces causes Dean to break the kiss as he throws his head back. “Fuck! Yes Angel! Harder!” 

He’s panting now. His breaths coming out in small pants. Every exhale coming out as soft breathy Uh Uh Uh‘s. His hands are still locked onto Cas’s forearms with all his strength. Cas bears down with the arm on his chest again and start finger fucking Deans hole at a brutal pace.

”Yeah! Like that! Just like that baby! FUCK!”

His hips are twisting and thrashing but he is unable to go anywhere because of Cas’s hold on him. The arm across his chest accompanied by his trapped leg in Cas’s armpit. His legs wiggle open and closed with the intense pleasure of Castiel fingers on his prostate. He feels his orgasm start to build and his breaths become impossibly quicker. He is near the edge of a cliff, just about to tip over into a sea of all consuming pleasure. 

And then Cas is pulling his fingers from Dean and grabbing the base of his cock.  

The hunter wines low in his throat and tries to curl his upper body inward but is unable. 

“Caaaaaaaaas! Please!”

Cas coos at him again. Shushing him While releasing his cock and rubbing his thigh in a soothing motion.  

“Hush my Beloved. You're doing so well. Just a little longer. I want to make this so good for you. Show you how much I missed you.”

After Dean has calmed, he shoves his fingers back into Dean and starts up at a punishing pace again. The force of his thrusting fingers so hard that Dean's thighs jiggle with the movement. His leg not entrapped by Cas is in the air in an attempt to spread his legs wider. 

He feels his orgasm creeping up on him again much faster this time. Not having been given enough time for the last one to recede far enough away. He’s on the edge of the cliff again in no time. His breath stuttered and his back arching.

Just as he’s about it free fall Cas rips his fingers out of the Dean’s needy hole again.

“Fuck!” Dean screams. “Please Cas! I’ll do anything! I’ll do whatever you want just please let me come! Let me come!”

Cas shushes him again and kisses his neck. “Just one more Dean. I love when you writhe on my fingers. Just once more and I will let you come. I promise Beloved.” 

Dean whines and turns his head to look into Cas’s eyes. His boyfriend is looking at him with pupils blown wide and a look of pure adoration. He feels himself nod and almost immediately Cas has his fingers back inside him.

He’s much slower this time and when Dean approaches the cliff, it's at a slow crawl instead of a near sprint. His thighs are shaking with pleasure and it's a constant effort to keep his thighs from clamping around Cas’s hand, trapping his hand to keep it from leaving again. When his orgasm climbs the vertebrae of his spine a third time he is a shaking and sweating mess. As Cas’s fingers leave him again he feels tears gather in the corner of his eyes.

”Oh God! Please Cas please! Lemme come. Lemme come Please lemme co-“

He is cut off by the angel crushing their lips together again. Dean slack jawed while Cas dominated his mouth with his tongue and lips. He kisses him for several long moments. His tongue fucking into Dean’s mouth, sweaping his soft palet with the tip of his tongue and occasionally sucking on his bottom lip. He is panting now too and his eyes are burning with heat and arousal when he opens them to look into Dean’s. 

“Yes my beloved. You can come this time. Come for me.”

And then he is shoving his fingers into the hunter with the same brutal pace as before. 

Dean is an incoherent mess now. A constant stream of “please” and “lemme come” falling from his kiss bruised lips. His Angel's fingers pounding in and out of him with a force strong enough to fill the room with harsh slapping sounds. His orgasms builds and builds and builds until his chest is once again arching to Cas’s arm and he feels electricity start low in his belly. His toes curl and his mouth open in a silent scream. 

When he finally comes he doesn’t make a sound. His come shoots out of his cock and he feels some land all the way to his chin. Cas leans down to lick a stripe from his throat. His breath is frozen in his lungs. Until all at once, air rushes into his lungs and he's heaving great big breaths. Cas is still working his fingers in his ass and as pleasure evolves to overstimulation he grabs Cas’s wrist. 

“W-Wait”

”Another,” Cas growls. “Once more Beloved, you can do it.”

Dean whines and shakes his head. “Cas, I don't think I can-“

But he's cut off when Cas ignores him and starts to massage his prostate. Releasing his hold on Dean's chest and thigh. His fingers never leave the small bundle of nerves. Rubbing and stroking until Dean has finally lost control of his tears and they stream down his face. 

He is curled into a ball on his side now. Cas no longer held him down but holding him to his chest instead. Deans hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand Cas is using to dole out his pleasure. Not sure if he's holding on to stop him or to make sure he never does.

His fingers are in constant motion between Dean's legs. The feeling of overstimulation eventually transitions to pleasure again and impossibly Dean feels another orgasm build. He is shaking so hard he’s not sure how the bed hasn’t vibrated apart yet.

He is pulled to the edge again and this time Cas doesn’t make him wait. His second orgasm crashed over him like a wave and he’s certain his breath wont come back to him this time. His eyes rolls back as his vision whites out and then darkens completely.

When he opens them again there are spots dancing in his vision and Cas is standing over him with a wet washcloth, cleaning his hole with all the care of a loving boyfriend.

”Fuck, did I pass out?” He asks.

”Only for a few moments My Love.” Cas says as he tosses the washcloth to the side. 

“Just long enough to run to the bathroom to grab something to clean up with.”

”Yeah. Thanks for that. And the stellar orgasam.”

”Stellar? I guess that’s one word for it, yes.”

Dean snorts and hunkers down on the bed to cover himself with the sheet. 

“Listen babe, I would love to return the favor, but can I get a rain check for the morning? I'm beat and the ‘stellar’ orgasm didn’t do much to motivate me to get out of bed.”

”Orgasms.”

Dean groggily blinks up at the angel in confusion. “Wuh?”

Cas starts removing his clothes and sits on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes. “Orgasms. You came twice so it's plural, not singular.” 

Dean barks out a laugh and turns on his side to face Cas as he climbs into bed next to him. “Your right babe, my bad. Orgasms.”

Cas lays down and looks at him with a soft expression. He lays his hand on dean's face and rubs his thumb across his cheek before leaning in for a kiss. He places his forehead onto deans and closes his eyes. 

“Thank you Dean. For letting me be with you tonight. I miss you so much when I’m away and when I came home and saw you like that in our bed… well.”  

“Fuck, I should be the one thanking you Cas. I don't think I’ve come that hard in my life.” 

“I'm glad you enjoyed it. Can I hold you now? I’ll let you rest, I just want to hold you.”  

Dean lets out a soft laugh and snuggles into Cas’s chest. The angel immediately wraps the human in his arms and presses him close, resting his cheek on the top of his head. 

“You can always hold me Cas. Always.”