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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[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.