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This was not how Castiel had wanted to reunite with Dean Winchester. In fact, now that he was at that point, Cas wasn't sure he'd wanted to reunite with Dean Winchester at all. Guilt sank heavy and uncomfortable in his stomach and he was still getting used to the intensity of feeling.

He'd thought things were confusing as an angel. Twenty times worse with a human ticker pumping away in his chest.

Still, there wasn't exactly an option of running when the only exit was prowled by the Leviathan just beyond the door, held at bay only by the wards Cas had carved into the wood and accented with blood from the gash clotting on his forearm. He checked the shells in his shotgun (useless), the bowie knife against his thigh (also useless) and finally, finally looked over at Dean, not sure what he was going to see.

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Right then, onward with the cock sucking.

It's a learning process. For a while, Castiel just sucks and moves down further before pulling back. Then he remembers that he has his tongue and uses that, and then attempts to use them both at the same time but doesn't feel like he has enough room in his mouth to do a whole lot of stuff, so eventually he alternates between tongue and lips and mouth and he thinks he's found a happy medium, because most of the sounds Dean makes are good.

...except this is taking an awfully long time. Cas knows that if this was happening to him he'd have been done a long time ago. He pulls back and wipes his mouth with his wrist. "Am I not doing this correctly?"

Everything Dean makes is good. Everything Cas does is good. In fact, it's so very good that--wait, he's stopping, why is he stopping Cas what is going on here

Dean groans, slinging an arm over his face. "You're fine, don't stop now!" Forgive him for being over-30 and not a virgin, Cas, it takes him a little longer. Geez!

Okay geez wow, fine, gosh. Cas isn't sure he wants to do this again; apparently blowjobs make Dean very angry. And Dean keeps burying his hands in Cas's hair and then yanking them away, so it's all fucked up and obviously sex-ruffled, and his lips are bright pink instead of their usual chapped pale because hey, he's been at this shit for a while, and even though Dean wants him to get right back on it he can fuckin' wait. Cas needs to catch his breath.

Cas doesn't keep him waiting long. When he goes back down on him it's with some fresh enthusiasm, and Castiel even gets a little bolder and brushes his thumb over Dean's balls when he grips the base of his cock. Hopefully that's not some heinous taboo that makes Dean all pissed off because Cas has kind of had it with the interruptions.

Welcome to the sex drive of normal people Cas because actually it takes most people longer than ten seconds to get off okay. Geez. Rude.

Dean catches a glimpse of Castiel's flushed face and rumpled hair and oh god he is trying to be mindful of the fact that Cas has never sucked cock before and not just fuck his mouth but that is making it hard, okay. Really hard. Gloriously hard. Cas is lucky, because the ball-touching is not only not a taboo, it gets him a lot closer to coming than he was before.

"Back off, Cas--" Because Dean is not going to make a first-timer swallow.

Fuck you, Cas is tired of backing off. Deal with it.

"Cas!" Dean is trying to help here! Ah. Too late now.

Oh right, Cas hadn't thought about- Right, yeah. So Castiel ends up jerking back in surprise because ugh that tastes bad and also what and most of Dean's release ends up dripping down the side of his face.

...gross.

Well. Dean did try to warn him.

He slumps back to the bed with a grunt, clearly in need of a minute to recover, breathing hard. So it wasn't a perfect blowjob, that's okay. Cas still sucks cock like a champ.

Whatever, you recover over there. Cas climbs off of the bed and heads into the bathroom to scrub his face.

Oh god. It's in his stubble. ...IT'S IN HIS EYEBROW. If Cas was at all squeamish about body fluids it'd be nasty, but it's more of an inconvenience than anything. He returns to the bed after less than a minute, stretching out on the mattress beside Dean. Okay, so he's a little proud of himself. He totally did that to him.

Dean is very thankful Cas is not squeamish about body fluids. That does make things a little less awkward.

A minute or two later, Dean rolls onto his side, squirming the rest of the way out of his jeans--because they're down around his ankles now and that's just ridiculous. He pats Castiel's shoulder almost affectionately. "Your turn, birdbrain, come on."

What is that nickname.

Cas tugs his shirt off first, then continues with his pants and rolls on his side to face Dean after kicking them off to the side. "Wait." He lets his eyes trail down along Dean's body. It's nothing he hasn't see before. Or uh, built before, but now that he can look at Dean in a sexual light it's...different.

It's a good nickname shut up.

Dean tolerates that for...not very long. "You trying to make me feel self-conscious over here? I'm not an all you can eat buffet, y'know."

"You could be."

All those sounds Dean had been making during the blowjob weren't completely ineffective, after all.

Uh. Wow. A little uncomfortable there. Dean's not really sure what to make of Cas flirting.

...Was that flirting? It's hard to tell.

"C'mon, roll over. Time for a back rub."

'Flirting' implies that Cas was aware of what he was doing.

He really wasn't. He just opened his mouth and words fell out again. They do that occasionally; you should be familiar with the sensation, Dean.

Cas does as he's told, pillowing his chin on his arms and closing his eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, Dean straddles Cas' hips, careful to support most of his weight on his knees. It's kind of awkward, given they're both bare assed, but whatever. In for a penny in for a pound or...however that saying goes.

Okay.

Dean takes a breath and sets his hands to Cas' back, using his thumbs and knuckles to dig into the muscle. He might not know what he's doing the way Cas does, but he remembers what Cas seemed to like best last time, so he focuses on shoulders, spine, the space between his shoulder blades. Especially between his shoulder blades.

It's super effective!

Cas was already aroused when he'd rolled over, on his way to hardness with his dick pressed against the sheets. Then Dean climbed on top of him and he sucked in a breath, and then Dean started doing that thing he's doing and everything just got better and better.

In no time at all, Cas is rolling his hips against the mattress (which has the unfortunate side effect of unsettling Dean's seat but these things happen) and propped up on his elbows, panting as he hangs his head. He doesn't know why stimulation along the skin of his back feels so horribly good but right now he doesn't care to know. It does, Dean's on top of him and touching him and Cas fists a hand in the sheets, finally letting loose that groan that had been building in the back of his throat.

If Dean was a thinking man, he might guess that it had something to do with wings, since that's probably where they'd attach if Cas had them. Well. Sort of. He's not really sure how it would work with a vessel and y'know what, he is not questioning it, because Cas just made the most amazing sound.

"Liked that, huh?" Time to figure out exactly what he did that made that happen. Was it the nails on his spine or the thumb at the base of his neck?

Both, actually, because Cas make that noise again and lets go of the sheets to reach back for Dean's thigh, gripping it.

"Dean," he says raggedly, shuddering as he thrusts against the bed. It's not enough.

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