For Dean

[godless_son]

"I still think that given the chance for a re-match, I would have won," Castiel points out, leaning his head out the window just a bit to let the blessedly cool night air hit his face. They'd decided to take the car, as none of the activities that Castiel had planned would benefit from Dean being either nauseated or constipated and it is a very nice night, besides. It is cooler than they've had recently and it will rain sometime in the next few days. As much as he misses the vivid sensations that humanity lends, he does not miss sweating. It is highly unpleasant.

"That Jersey Devil could have easily been a large bird for as hysterical as people get over urban legends and technically it only skirted the perimeter of the property. It certainly did not feel like a Jersey Devil, anyway, despite my inaccuracy.

The house itself, however, had been proven by and large clean of the supernatural and was well loved by generations of families. Castiel would very much like to have such a home with Dean, although he is doing his best not to push. Dean Winchester, for all that he gives and gives to Castiel, is not one to be pushed.

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[always_enduphere]

Dean nods, holding his jeans in his hands before he sighs and sits down on the blanket, running a hand through his hair. "I would've been glad to hear it," he says, not unkindly, watching his own bare feet with a sigh.

"Forgot whose life I was living for a minute there. Lately, it's like..." He looks up, through the leaves overhead and into the slow wheeling night sky. "The world doesn't feel as small lately. Like I'm less boxed in." He looks back at Cas.

"The house is good. It's plenty."

[godless_son]

Castiel nods, surprised by how fiercely he wishes he could go back and change this, just say 'yes' outright. It is silly to be so disappointed at losing something he'd never even considered, especially when he still has all of this.

"I think it could fit into our life," he says quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't respond as you meant for me to, I was surprised. But I love you and I do want this house, that is quite a lot more than I could have imagined not long ago."

[always_enduphere]

"It's a lot," says Dean, smiling faintly. "More than I imagined ever getting. Don't apologize." Rolling his jeans up, Dean tucks them beneath his head and lies back, the miserable squirming in his gut finally settling into something manageable. "I fucked it up, it was just a - just an idea, anyway."

[godless_son]

"Don't throw the ring away?" he asks, settling down on his stomach, wrapping an arm around Dean's waist. "It's not a bad idea, I don't think. Don't get rid of it."

He closes his eyes, squirming over to rest his chin on Dean's chest. Perhaps it is not for them, but the idea of it is now there. The idea of making it as permanent and official as a human can manage makes sense to him for the first time, now that it was offered to him. Perhaps it means nothing in the eyes of God or Angels, but it certainly means something very special here where he has chosen to make his home.

[always_enduphere]

Dean cards his fingers through Castiel's hair, forever tufted no matter how he tries to smooth it down, so Dean sets to crafting new peaks. Just this, just lying here, it's better than anything he's dared to hope for - when he'd said the house was plenty, he could have said it's a goddamn miracle, and Dean settles all the more.

"Okay," he says at length, running his hand down Castiel's still clothed back next, finally attempting to lighten the mood by squeezing his ass when he reaches it.

"Think we got a little off track."

[godless_son]

Castiel grins and rubs his rough cheeks against Dean's belly before throwing a leg over to straddle him. "I plan to follow through with my earlier promise."

His hands flex against Dean's chest, taking a deep breath. "Take my clothes off."

[always_enduphere]

Dean hums and sets his fingers to Castiel's buttons, dragging his fingertips along every new inch of skin revealed. "Wearing a buttondown shirt to a sex date," he murmurs, tugging the last so hard it pops off and onto the blanket beside them. "It's like you're trying to drive me crazy."

[godless_son]

"I wanted to look nice for you," Castiel says, breath hitching at Dean's impatience. He keeps his eyes fixed on Dean as he helps to slide the shirt off his shoulders, hips flexing unconsciously as he waits for the next part. "I want you to like how I look."

[always_enduphere]

"Cas, I'd like you in a damn sack," Dean replies, a furrow between his brows as he pops the button on Castiel's jeans, dragging the zipper down so he can grab him through his boxers.

"There we go," he murmurs appreciatively, Castiel's length hot and straining against his hand even through the cloth. "You sure you don't want my mouth a bit?"

[godless_son]

Castiel is, despite everything, still an Angel of the Lord. He is grace and power barely contained in a vessel, he has wings and Dean Winchester is the only thing that can reduce him back down to this body in a way he greatly misses.

He has no control of the noise that's punched out of him or the way his hips roll and eyes widen. It should be disgraceful but it is everything he wants.

"I want to fuck you, I want to last. Dean, pull them down," he gasps, raising onto his knees and pulling out the lube.

[always_enduphere]

"These?" Dean asks, even as he hooks his fingers in the hem of Castiel's boxers and hauls them down, wrapping his fingers skin to skin around him in the same breath. "You better hurry up then," he says, "Because I'm getting ideas down here."

[godless_son]

Castiel grunts, curling in on himself at Dean's touch before he manages to pull away. He waves impatiently, divesting himself of his remaining clothing before running a hand up the bow of Dean's leg. "Turn over, now," he growls. "On your hands and knees."

[always_enduphere]

"Bossiest angel in the garrison," grunts Dean, but he's already breathless at the gravel in Castiel's voice, turning to pull himself up on his hands and knees. As expected, his right knee protests, but Dean huffs down at it, determined to enjoy himself regardless.

"C'mon," he says, tilting his hips. "Ain't getting any younger down here."

[godless_son]

Castiel braces on hand on the ground next to Dean's and drapes himself over his back, the other winding around Dean's waist as he kisses the back of his neck.

"This is our home now," he murmurs, sliding his cock along the crease of Dean's ass. "I'm going to spend my life here with you. I'm going to grow old here with you."

[always_enduphere]

Dean shivers for the contact, Castiel sliding hot where he's suddenly aching for him, and Dean opens his eyes, the back of the house filling up his vision. For a moment, the sight is almost painful, and Dean wants to look away, but Castiel's body holds him where he is, so Dean looks. Faded paint, old wood, nails that need pounding back into place - it's the furthest thing from a palace a man could ask for, but Dean yearns for it nearly as much as for the man behind him.

"Cas," he says, unable to summon anything else, body hitching back against him.

[godless_son]

"I love you," he murmurs, pulling his hand back to slick up two fingers and shove them roughly into Dean. He allows just enough of his weight to press down to keep Dean in place, back pressed tight against Castiel's belly. "You make me happy, Dean. I shouldn't even understand the emotion, do you understand how special this is? What you've done to me?"

[always_enduphere]

Dean shakes his head, to reject the idea that he could mean so much or to shake off the emotion that follows, he's not sure, but he's grateful for the sudden punch of Castiel's fingers into him, robbing him of breath and any words he's too afraid to say aloud. Instead, Dean groans, head hanging low between his spread arms, trembling suddenly with more than the weight of Castiel against him.

[godless_son]

"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."

[always_enduphere]

"Cas," Dean manages, shifting his hips back to take more, eager for it, as uncaring as ever if his body is ready for more of the man behind him. "Please," he says, "Jesus, don't tease."

Moving up, he tries bucking Castiel up, tries reaching behind him to pull his hand away and replace it with something better. "C'mon, I want it."

[godless_son]

"Keep your hands on the ground," he pants, abruptly pulling his fingers out to slam Dean's hand back down. "Do not touch yourself, either. I want to take care of you."

In a few swift moves he lines himself up and pushes forward, not yet with the force Dean wants but with no hesitation. It is, as always, disorienting and the closest thing to flying he has found. It is better because he is with Dean.

He lets out a hoarse shout, giving no thought to any distant neighbors as his fingers dig into Dean's hips.

[always_enduphere]

Dean's groans cut off abruptly, his breath stopped as Castiel pushes into him, a slow, inexorable slide that makes the rest of the world fall away, everything narrowing to the stretch and heat as he's filled. "Cas," Dean pants, but he barely hears himself, blessed silence between his ears and cool grass beneath his reaching hands, Castiel's breath warm against his neck.

"Please," he says again, focus drawn to the sharp pressure of Castiel's fingertips on his hips. "Move."

[godless_son]

"Dean," he gasps, fingers digging too hard into the meat of his hip as he slams forward, free hand wrapping around Dean's shoulder to pull him back.

"Tell me that you love me," he demands, needing to hear the words after the strange night they've had, needing to hear them as they fuck in the shadows of their future home. His hips roll, pressing hard as he put more and more pressure on Dean's back, wanting him spread wider, wanting to somehow be closer. "Please say it."

[always_enduphere]

"I do," Dean pants, forced onto his elbows with the force of Castiel's thrusts. He rests his head against his forearms and tries to breathe, pleasure sparking with the new angle until he can't help but squirm, pushing back against Castiel despite the pressure holding him down. "I love you," he says, pulling one knee higher against the blanket, opening himself to take Castiel even deeper. Eyes slotted open, Dean takes in his sideways view of the house. "Love you."

[godless_son]

Castiel pitches forward with a shout as he somehow presses even deeper. His teeth sink into the corded muscle at Dean's back as he digs his feet into the soft ground, leverage to thrust harder and harder.

"I love you so much," he grinds out, kissing it the red, angry mark he's left. He wraps a hand around Dean's thigh, lifting it slightly to spread him wider and take pressure off the knee that even through the haze of pleasure he can tell is hurting. "I can't...you feel so good, Dean. Do you want it harder?"

[always_enduphere]

Dean yelps for the sting, Castiel's lips nearly as punishing as the teeth that preceded them, and pants his assent into the ground. "You know I do," he gasps, maneuvered as easily as a doll in Castiel's hands, "Please, Cas." He's so full, Cas dragging along his prostate with every stroke already, and still Dean needs more. "Please."