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'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."

[godless_son]

Castiel snakes his free hand underneath Dean's belly, jacking him hard and fast as he presses him harder into the ground. "You belong to me," he pants against Dean's neck, every bit of his body he can manage plastered against his back, surrounding him. "Let go, Dean. Just let go. I've got you..." he chokes out, moaning wordlessly as he thrusts, hard, hard enough that he'll worry about it, later after he's come back to himself.

[always_enduphere]

The pace Castiel leans into is brutal, relentless to the point of punishing, and Dean couldn't be more grateful, letting go like Castiel has demanded with a sigh and a stuttering breath, oxygen drawn into his lungs in fits and starts that aren't nearly enough to sustain him when he finally begins to come, black spots flecking his vision as pleasure erupts down every nerve.

"Cas," Dean groans, desperate, even as he knows the Castiel won't let him fall, giving himself over to the hands bearing him up. He paints his own chest and stomach, body seizing around Castiel like a fist in invitation to follow. "Cas."

[godless_son]

Castiel squeezes his eyes shut as he feels himself losing control of his grace, his body, certainly his voice and wraps an arm around Dean's chest, pulling him back as he thrusts over and over, shouting far too loudly for their open, echoing space. He has to be hurting Dean, really hurting him but he can't stop moving, crushing Dean beneath him as he presses his face against his sweaty back. "I love you," he gasps, hips still grinding and twitching, desperate to make it last. "I love you, Dean."

[always_enduphere]

"There you go," Dean wheezes, every breath punched out of him with the force of Castiel's wild thrusts, his body held tightly between Castiel's hands and cock as Cas takes his pleasure. His own body is humming, aching in a way he's come to crave, and the last thing Dean wants is for Castiel to stop. "Give it to me, give me all of it, c'mon."

[godless_son]

His arms tighten their grip even further he muffled his sobs against Dean's shoulder, full weight baring down on him. The too hot glow of his grace that surrounds them finally starts to die down as he shudders, hips still grinding despite the almost painful sensitivity.

"I think our neighbors heard that," he whispers shakily, fingers finally loosening their punishing grip.