Dean's fingers brush over Cas's dick as he unzips his jeans and Cas's hand slaps against the headboard before gripping it. Everything feels a thousand times stronger when it's just him and his hand in the shower, and he doesn't know if he can hold on.

It doesn't even take a minute after Dean's nails go back to his spine before Cas is pulling tense, hand on his own dick and teeth digging into Dean's shoulder as he groans out a release. He wilts against him, panting, dazed and wondering what the fuck just happened.