"Dean," he groans, flexing his fingers as he forces himself to call on his once endless patience and not simply take him.

He presses his forehead against Dean's back, teeth clenched as he stretches him as patiently as he can manage. It's nearly silent apart from the groans that Castiel is uninterested in quieting. The usual din of the city is entirely absent and Dean looks exactly as he pictured under the stars and he loves this place.

"I want you. I want you just like this, you are just how I imagined."