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Chapter 1
The first time Cas noticed it, was on the drive back to the bunker. He and Dean were coming back from hunting a werewolf pack, and a few miles before they reached Kansas, a soft groan fell from the hunter's lips. When Cas looked over at him he was rolling his shoulders, his expression pained.
"Are you alright?" Cas asked softly.
"Yeah," Dean replied with a groan. "Not getting any younger. My neck is killing me."
Cas reached out and pressed his palm against Dean's neck. His skin felt warm, the soft hair felt nice under his palm. "My grace isn't strong enough to take the pain away. But I can feel the sore muscles," he explained as he carefully started to knead them, trying to give Dean some relief.
Dean cleared his throat, sounding a little uncomfortable, "Cas… you don't have to do this."
Cas tried not to roll his eyes. He knew why Dean reacted that way, but he also had the perfect counter-strategy. "Dean, please. Let me help. I promise you will feel better when I'm done." He gave him one of the looks that Dean called baby dog eyes, or something like that.
He could practically see Dean folding under his gaze. "Yeah, alright," he murmured, trying to sound annoyed, but Cas could see the flickers of enjoyment and relaxation in Dean's expression as he returned to his mission, massaging the tension out of Dean’s neck.
They didn't talk. Cas continued to look out of the window, his palm firmly on Dean's neck, rubbing his thumb into the tense muscles beneath. A few quick glances showed him that Dean was starting to relax more and more, his eyes closing for a second. Cas knew if he didn’t mention it, and just kept on massaging Dean in silence, Dean would be more relaxed about the whole thing.
His best friend had an annoying tendency of never allowing himself to feel good. Of course Cas couldn't judge, being guilty of the same self-sacrificial behavior, telling himself he didn't deserve anything good. It was one of the main reasons why Dean never asked for anything. Other people always came first, his own needs on the back burner.
But for Cas, Dean was his top priority. His needs would always come first. And that's why Cas was hoping that those little pleasures in life – was something he could give to Dean.
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It was weird. At first Dean didn't know what to think or to feel. Cas's hand on his neck, the way he was touching him so casually...
It was way too intimate. Nothing a best friend would do. Definitely something a girlfriend or wife would do for her husband on a long road trip.
He had no idea why his brain was going down that road, imagining Cas being his…. His. That they were driving back home from a relaxing vacation, all domestic bliss. Being content in silence at each other's side because that was where they were in their relationship.
Dean swallowed dryly, pretending to be focused on the road as he sneaked a look at Cas. His expression was relaxed, an almost-there smile gracing his slightly parted lips as he apparently watched the landscape outside.
He knew his feelings for Cas were special. He was special. Cas was the exception of the rule for Dean. He had thought about exploring their relationship further, experiencing something different than before, but then so many things happened and it never felt like the right time.
Cas's fingers were almost distracting; strong and nice against his taut muscles. It took everything not to just enjoy and close his eyes. He was driving, for fuck’s sake.
He wished Cas was doing this at the bunker, preferably on Dean's bed. That would have made this so much better. Maybe he could drop some hints when they got there?
Even though Dean had mixed feelings about the impromptu massage, he realized that Cas had been right. He was starting to feel more relaxed; the pain was ebbing away.
When he drove Baby into the garage Cas reluctantly pulled his hand back. "Better?" he asked quietly.
Dean gave him an embarrassed smile. "Yeah, um, thank you, Cas."
He received a soft smile. "Anytime."
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The next time Cas noticed that Dean was in pain was the next morning. He was standing in front of the open fridge, his hand rubbing over his own shoulder with a soft groan the moment Cas got inside and greeted him.
Cas tilted his head as he walked over, touching Dean’s shoulder. He could feel a little tension in the muscles. "Does it hurt when I do this?" Cas asked as he softly pressed his fingers under his shoulder blade.
"Fuck, Cas," Dean groaned, tone sounding more appreciative than pained.
Cas pulled his hand back and waited for Dean to close the fridge door. "Maybe you could sit down and I could help you with that."
Dean appeared reticent for a moment, as though a war was being waged, before he said, "You wouldn't mind?"
Cas wasn't sure why Dean still didn't know that he would do anything for him. It wasn't like he hadn't told him that before. But maybe repeating it now was too big of a conversation to be had pre coffee. "Of course not. Sit down. I'll start the coffee machine and then help you while we wait for it to be done."
Dean flashed him a soft smile. "You're the best, Cas."
Cas's heart fluttered happily at the compliment, and he was elated that he could do something good for Dean. He quickly readied the coffee machine, putting out two cups. One that said "world’s sexiest aquarius" and one with a bee on it that Dean had gifted him last Christmas.
After starting the machine, he walked behind Dean, putting his hands on his shoulders before he carefully felt for the tension in the muscles. Dean's shirt was soft and warm under his hands, and at such close range he could smell Dean’s shower gel. Something with sandalwood. It was a rich, earthy aroma and Cas really liked it. His thumbs pressed into the muscle, softly starting the massage. "Tell me when anything hurts."
Dean hummed as his head fell forward, the nape of his neck exposed. There was a cluster of freckles that littered the hunter's skin.
Cas licked over his way too dry lips. He had to confess that he really liked touching Dean. Giving him pleasure with his hands was exhilarating. His palm wandered upwards with the guise of still being part of the massage, as his fingertips softly touched the freckles on the hunter's beautiful skin.
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Sweet holy Christ. Dean got goosebumps from the way Cas's fingers trailed over his exposed skin. He instantly wanted to feel the weight of Cas's bare palms against other parts of his heated skin.
He repressed the urge to moan outright and screwed his eyes shut, just soaking in the brief moment of skin on skin contact.
Cas's fingers trailed higher and into his hair, whereas his other hand found all the knots in his muscles. Cas leaned into him when he pressed strong digits into his muscles, and Dean got a whiff of Cas's scent as he drew closer. Something that reminded Dean of a winter morning with fresh fallen snow.
Dean let out a shaky exhale, unable to stop the, "Fuck, your hands are magic…"
There was a second of hesitation before Cas resumed the massage. "If they still were, I would only need to touch you once to take the pain away."
Dean had never been more grateful for his best friend's lack of mojo. Not that he would ever tell Cas that. "Well, this is really helping too."
In more ways than one.
"I'm glad," Cas replied softly, his fingers trailing down so both hands could press into the muscles on each side of Dean’s shoulder blades. He instantly missed the feeling of Cas's hands on his skin.
And then Cas found one of his biggest knots. Dean couldn't stop the slight flinch when pleasure turned into pain, and let out a soft hiss.
Cas immediately took the pressure off the muscle. "Did I hurt you? That's a pretty tense muscle."
Dean shook his head. "Nah, just hit a big knot." He had made peace years ago that some parts of his body would always hurt.
“I’ll be more gentle,” Cas replied softly as he carefully stroked over the area with his thumb.
"Actually, if you could try and work it out?" Dean asked.
“Yes, of course. I just don’t want to hurt you,” Cas replied as he put slightly more pressure on the muscle, pressing his thumbs into the tightness.
Dean let out a deep groan, just as much from the pressure as it was from the contact.
“Good?” Cas asked softly as he put some more pressure on the area.
"Fuck yeah," he breathed out, voice almost shuddery as Cas worked on that knot. It would hurt later, but that good kind of hurt.
Cas's other hand slid up again, gently fondling the nape of his neck as his other hand really started to work that knot. The contrast of hard and gentle felt amazing, and Dean suspected Cas was doing that to distract him from any pain.
Dean let out a deep groan; he could feel himself turning into a puddle in the angel's skillful hands.
"What are you doing?" Sam suddenly asked from the door.
Dean practically fell out of his chair as he tried to pull away from Cas. "Nothing," he clipped as he grabbed the table to pull himself to his feet.
Fucking Sammy.
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Cas didn't know why, but Sam had an extraordinary talent of disrupting really nice moments he was having with Dean. He was pretty sure even Dean thought it was annoying.
It was in the middle of the night and he was still thinking about the nice morning he’d had, massaging Dean’s shoulders. Both of the Winchesters were asleep, and Cas used the hours of solitude to dust off the shelves in the library before brushing up crumbs in the kitchen. He liked cleaning up. It was a nice way to get through the long hours between three and five o'clock in the morning.
He didn't expect Dean to suddenly be standing in the doorframe of the kitchen.
"Dean?" Cas tilted his head. "Why are you awake?"
Dean rubbed the back of his neck, face contorted in pain. "Woke up with a crick in my neck," he murmured as he pointed to the cabinet next to the stove. "Came to find some ibuprofen."
This was the perfect opportunity to try massaging Dean again, without any interruption. He walked up to Dean, touching his neck gently. "I don't think you will need medication, Dean. I could make it better."
Dean flashed him a tired smile. "Alright. Do you want me to sit?"
"Yes, unless... um..." He shook his head and pointed to the chair. He couldn't suggest what he wanted to suggest. That was probably inappropriate, and Cas didn’t want to risk Dean saying no.
"Unless what?" Dean asked, brow furrowed.
"Um, unless you, um... want to lie down?" Cas rubbed the back of his neck. "It would probably make it easier for you to fall back asleep."
There was a beat of silence before Dean said, "Okay. If you're okay with it?"
"Yes, of course." Cas gave him an encouraging look, happy that Dean had agreed to his suggestion. "I think it will help you to relax."
"You're the best," Dean said with a tired smile as he nodded for Cas to follow him.
He felt slightly guilty about that as he followed Dean. Of course suggesting it was an excuse to be physically close to Dean; something he was wishing for and plainly made him happy. This wasn't just for Dean's benefit, because Cas was really enjoying spending his time with Dean. Touching him was an incredible bonus.
Once they were inside Dean's room, Cas closed the door behind them. It already felt weirdly intimate to be in Dean's room at this late hour (or very early hour, to be precise).
Dean pulled off his robe and draped it over the foot rest of the bed. His muscles flexed with the movement, and Cas could see that because Dean was clad only in a pair of boxer shorts.
He swallowed dryly, trying not to stare before he looked at the ceiling to take in a deep breath. He could do this. He felt warm all over when he realized that he would be touching Dean's bare skin. “Um, lie down. Is it okay if I sit on the edge of your bed for this?”
"Yeah, of course," Dean said. He could hear the mattress move as Dean clearly moved to lay down on his stomach.
Cas licked over his lips and carefully sat down on the edge. Seeing Dean's back without any clothes was really exciting. His eyes wandered over the muscular hard lines, the soft freckles covering his shoulders. He was very attractive. Cas reached out, putting his palms on each side of Dean's shoulders, closing his eyes. Dean's skin felt amazing under his fingertips. His fingertips danced featherlight over the different muscle sections, trying to get a feel for where the pain originated, before he found some knots and tension on Dean's neck and at his midsection.
His thumb pressed gently into the nape of his neck, starting to massage him. "Don't worry if you fall asleep, Dean."
Dean chuckled, a muffled sound against the pillow. "If I do, feel free to keep going."
Cas raised an eyebrow. He was really happy that Dean was enjoying this so much. "Wouldn't that wake you up?"
"No idea," he murmured with an appreciative groan.
Cas chuckled softly. "I'll try to be mindful then, so I won't disturb you," he murmured, really digging into Dean's skin as he gently worked out the knots on his neck. He slowly worked his way down Dean’s body then, his palms sliding over Dean's shoulders and shoulder blades before stroking the muscles in his mid section. He could feel Dean's muscles twitching when his hands found his side. "Sorry," he whispered. "Are you ticklish here?"
"Yeah, and please don't use that against me," he said with a soft laugh.
"Your secret is safe with me," Cas murmured with a smile as he tried to avoid touching the area where Dean had reacted sensitively. His hands wandered deeper, right over Dean's hips before he worked his fingers into Dean's muscles again. This was really nice, especially listening to the soft groans falling from Dean's lips.
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Dean was in actual Heaven. Bare skin exposed as Cas touched him everywhere. And he offered! Dean didn't even have to make some kind of cheap excuse.
And goddamn Cas's hands were magic. Thankfully Dean was on his stomach, so his erection was perfectly hidden.
"Fuck, Cas…"
Cas's hands wandered even deeper, closer to the hem of Dean's boxer shorts. "Still good?" he asked, sounding a little bit breathless.
The husky voice caused Dean's dick to twitch. "Oh, yeah," he groaned.
He could feel Cas faltering in his movements, his breathing hitching for a moment before his thumbs dug a bit deeper into the muscle. The back of his palm was sliding against the hem of Dean's boxer shorts.
The urge to pull them down was overwhelming, but that would take this to an even more inappropriate place. Dean hummed and shifted slightly, just enough to cause Cas's hand to push them down a little lower.
Cas stopped his movements for a moment. "Is your lower back hurting, too?"
Dean lifted his head to look over his shoulder at Cas. "Yeah, I'm really feeling my age," he joked.
"Wait until you reach my age," Cas replied with a soft grin.
Dean barked out a laugh as he rested his head again. "I won't look as pretty."
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He must be relaxed if he let that slip.
Cas chuckled softly. "I doubt that very much," Cas said as he resumed massaging the lower half of Dean’s back. It was really maddening how close he was to his ass.
Dean started gently moving his hips, the friction of the sheets against his erection causing Dean to actually moan.
One of Cas's hands slid deeper. His thumb gently traced a line just above the hem of Dean's boxer shorts as the other slid up, softly scratching over the nape of Dean's neck.
"Goddamn, your hands," Dean groaned, the pleasure of an amazing massage combined with his erection caused a dizzying spike of arousal.
"I'm glad this is helping you," Cas murmured after a while, his thumb massaging just over the hem of Dean's boxer shorts, occasionally dipping under the elastic band.
Dean groaned again, shifting his hips just right, causing Cas's thumbs to dip deeper beneath the fabric.
Cas didn't pull away this time, even slid his fingers a little deeper. His voice sounded incredibly breathless. "Is this still okay?"
"Yeah," Dean breathed out. "Will it be easier if I take them off?"
There was a pause in Cas's movements, and for a second Dean feared he had gone too far. "Y... yeah. That would, um, help."
The urge to let out a relieved sigh was overwhelming. Dean hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pushed them down without getting up. The last thing he wanted to do was let Cas see just how affected he was by his ministrations.
Dean kicked them off when they were below his knees and resettled against the bed, spreading his legs just a little.
Cas had taken his hands off him, and Dean almost turned his head to look at him when, for a few long seconds, nothing happened. But then he could feel Cas's fingertips, touching him lightly high up on his ass before digging his fingers into the flesh. His voice was husky. "Your freckles are really everywhere."
Dean couldn't contain the gasp, his dick twitched and he arched his back into the touch. "Yeah, I'm basically Howdy Doody…" he breathed out through a deep groan.
Cas stopped his ministrations for a moment before he said dryly, "You don't look like that creepy doll, Dean. Your freckles are really, um, nice." He resumed the massage again, his fingers slipping a little lower.
Dean couldn't stop himself from spreading his legs a little further. He pushed his face deep into the pillow and let out a shaky moan, hoping Cas didn't hear it.
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Cas was in Hell. The shaky moan caused an immediate reaction in Cas's body. Since Dean had pushed down his underwear, revealing his ass, Cas's penis had grown hard, twitching with every moan that fell from Dean's lips. He couldn't take his eyes off Dean's ass, the way Dean was spreading his legs. He could see Dean’s balls and gasped quietly before he quickly looked up at the ceiling. This was too much.
He was still touching him, and Cas knew it was highly inappropriate, but Dean wasn't stopping him, so his fingers slipped lower on Dean's tight backside. He pressed his fingers into the flesh as he looked down again, swallowing dryly as he watched Dean's cheeks get pulled apart with his movements.
Yeah, this was the highest form of torture and he had no idea why Dean was letting him do it. "Dean," he breathed softly. "How far down your body would you like me to massage you?"
Dean let out a soft groan. "As low as you need to…" the way Dean shifted with Cas's hands where they were placed spread the cheeks enough Cas could see Dean's hole.
Cas wondered if he was dying, because he was sure his heart had stopped beating at the sight. His own erection throbbed and felt really uncomfortable in his pants. He gasped lowly as his fingers slid deeper, massaging Dean's ass, his hole visible every time he massaged the skin to the side. It looked incredibly enticing. His thumbs slowly slid closer to it on both sides, only a few inches separating him from touching it.
He really wanted to, but he knew that would be going too far. There was no way Dean would allow that.
Dean's hips arched up again into the touch. "Fuck…"
Cas was breathing heavier now, not knowing what to think about Dean's reaction. It looked like he was really enjoying this, but in a sexual kind of way. But that couldn't be true. Dean liked women. He was very vocal about it. There was no way that Cas was interpreting this right. And still his fingers slipped closer to Dean’s hole. Cas bit down on his lower lip, not able to look away from the movement of Dean’s hips under him.
Dean gasped, a soft moan escaping his lips. He arched up again.
Cas couldn't do it. He was way too afraid of doing something wrong, so he slid his hands up, returning them to a safer space and massaging Dean's lower back again.
Dean's hips settled down and his breathing evened out with soft groans every now and then.
Cas felt a little better now, sliding his palms sensually up Dean’s back to his shoulders for a deep and hard massage to really get out the tension. “Is that good?” Cas asked huskily, his voice still rough from the spike of lust he was experiencing.
"So good," Dean practically growled.
Cas felt relieved hearing that. He had been really afraid of overstepping the boundaries of their friendship. This wasn't going where he had expected it would go. "I feel like I'm doing a very bad job of relaxing you."
Dean craned his neck to look at Cas. "Why? Because that's definitely not how I feel."
That really cemented for Cas how bad he was at reading Dean. He had gotten the impression he was riling him up, getting him excited instead of relaxed. “Oh, that’s good then,” he murmured as he massaged his neck again. “I really hope this will help with your pain, and that it won’t disturb your sleep cycle anymore.”
"You're really helping, I feel like I should pay," he said through a soft laugh.
Cas chuckled at that. “I’m not a doctor.” He slid his fingers through the soft hair at the nape of Dean’s neck. He really liked that feeling. “How’s the pain in your neck now?”
Dean hummed and craned his neck to look at Cas. "Better. Like I said, magic hands."
Cas hesitantly pulled back, giving him a shy smile. “Good. Do you think you will be able to sleep now?”
Dean flashed him a smile. "Definitely. Thanks, Cas."
Cas gave him a bright smile. "Anytime." When he got up from the bed he tried to carefully bend his crotch away from Dean's line of sight. "Sleep well," he murmured, proud of himself for not taking another look at Dean's ass.
He just knew that he really needed to be alone in his room right now.
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They were sat in the library. Sammy was at a table, face timing Eileen, Cas was perusing a bookshelf, and Dean was dying to feel those fingers on his skin again.
Every time Cas's fingers drew close to his hole the last time, Dean struggled to not beg him to go further, go deeper. His restraint should earn him a medal.
He was counting the seconds before Sam's face turned red, meaning Eileen wanted some long distance phone sex, or sexting. It always happened when she went on long hunts without him.
Dean was almost itchy, his knee bouncing as he kept surreptitiously looking at his brother.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sam turned red and practically ran to his room.
Dean wasn't brave enough to ask Cas, but he knew his best friend well enough to ask without asking. He moved to stand up and let out an exaggerated pained groan. "Fuck," he said as he rubbed his lower back.
As expected, Cas immediately turned around, giving him a worried look. "Are you in pain again?" he asked as he walked up to him, putting the book on the table.
Dean shrugged noncommittally, trying to not appear giddy. "Just old, man."
"Is the pain in your lower back?" He could see that Cas's expression had turned almost shy.
Dean nodded, arching his back. "I fell yesterday, I'm sure that didn't help."
He didn't, but any chance to feel Cas's hands on him again was worth the lie.
Cas swallowed visibly and nodded. "I could… if you want, help you with that. Would you like another massage?"
Dean was impressed he didn't outright jump on the guy. He nodded, managing to keep his excitement contained. "If you don't mind."
Cas shook his head before nodding to the chair. "Sit down, maybe with your front towards the backrest?"
Fuck. Dean couldn't possibly suggest going to his room again, could he? Against his better judgement he took the shot. Dean pushed against his right ass cheek. "I think it's my sciatic nerve. Can you reach it in that position?"
Cas looked really uncomfortable suddenly, rubbing his hand over his neck. "Um, probably not. It would be better if you could lie down."
"My room then?" Dean asked, hoping his dick would wait to get hard until Cas couldn't see.
Cas nodded quickly before following Dean to his room. He stopped next to Dean's bed, looking intently at the floor.
"Will it be easier for me to take my clothes off?" Please let the answer be yes.
"Um," Cas replied after a moment. "Your shirt, yes. You don't have to undress completely."
Dean swallowed the disappointment and pulled off his t-shirt and jeans, but kept the boxers before crawling onto his stomach on the bed.
Cas sat down next to him, sounding almost relieved when he started to gently massage his way down from Dean's mid section to his lower back. "I hope this will help. Pain in the back is really annoying."
"You're tellin' me," he groaned as he soaked in the amazing work of Cas's surprisingly soft hands.
Cas chuckled softly as his hands wandered lower. "I know. I'm just saying I can relate. Maybe I should give you these massages regularly. Preemptive."
Dean craned his neck to look at Cas. "What do you mean you can relate?"
"Um, back pain. I experience that more often now my grace is low. Especially in combination with losing my wings," Cas explained as if it was nothing.
Dean shifted onto his side. "Would… would you want me to repay the favor?"
Cas actually looked very surprised at Dean's suggestion. "Um… I…" He suddenly gave him a shy look. "I'm not doing this so you’ll repay me."
Dean flashed him a sweet smile. "I know, but I'd like to help you as much as you're helping me."
Cas's shy expression actually looked really cute on him. "If… you don't mind. I think that would be very nice. But please don't feel like you have to just because I’m doing this for you."
Dean patted his arm. "I want to." More than the angel could possibly realize. He moved to sit up. "Take your shirt off and lay down."
Cas's breathing hitched before he nodded and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off together with the tie, letting them fall to the ground. He bit on his lower lip, which was incredibly distracting, as he waited for Dean to make space beside him. Cas toed off his shoes before he laid down on his stomach beside him.
Dean shifted and moved to straddle Cas's legs. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," Cas breathed out in a husky voice, squirming a little.
"Am I too heavy?" Dean asked as he braced his hands on his friend’s surprisingly toned back. He found a knot immediately and started working it out with his palm, right on the left side of Cas’s lower back.
Cas groaned deeply before softly shaking his head. "You're not," he murmured. "I just need you to be careful around my shoulder blades. The area is very sensitive."
"Would you prefer I stay away from them?" he asked, enjoying the feel of Cas's skin under his palms.
There was a slight hesitation before Cas replied quietly, "No, I wouldn’t."
Dean smiled and said, "I'll be careful." His hands slowly slid up Cas's back, kneading as he went along.
There was a firmness in his musculature that spoke of a quiet strength. Cas had all the right curves and valleys, his flawless skin a soft tan, and Dean found himself mesmerized, getting to touch the man that had featured in many a fantasy.
It was both Heaven and Hell for him in that moment. Dean wanted so much more, but he was too terrified to ask, for purely selfish reasons. If Cas turned him down, Dean was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to look at Cas ever again.
And well, Dean liked looking at Cas. So he wasn't about to jeopardize that. But if Cas gave him any kind of go ahead...
The soft groans from Cas's lips were muffled by the pillow. Cas was shifting his face to the side before he mumbled, "This feels really good." It sounded almost slurred.
Dean couldn't help but chuckle, his hands slipping up to the bottom of Cas's shoulder blades.
Cas hadn't been kidding about being sensitive there. His back arched into Dean’s fingers like a touched starved cat before he suddenly gasped, "Fuck…" Did he really just curse?
That should not have been as hot as it was. Like a moth to a flame, Dean's hands kneaded gently up over his blades again, with a little more pressure.
The groan falling from Cas's lips was indecent. Dean could see how Cas's right hand was thrashing a bit before his fingers clawed into the pillow. "Dean," he moaned huskily, "Mmmh… yes."
"Feels good?" Dean asked, swallowing against the lump in his throat. Heat coursed through him, and Dean dug his thumbs into two knots under each blade, in the exact same spot.
Cas gasped out loud and deep, his hips arching up slightly. "Yes, I feel that in the tips of my wings," he growled, sounding almost lustful. "It's almost as if you're touching them directly."
"Fuck," Dean breathed out, his cock springing to life, and the way he was straddling Cas, there was no way he wouldn't feel it, so Dean did the only logical thing, he pushed himself away from Cas, landing unceremoniously next to him on the bed.
Fuck.
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Cas couldn't suppress the whine of protest when Dean's weight vanished from above him. He had been running on instinct ever since Dean had touched the base of his wings. "Dean," he breathed out, knowing it sounded like begging. He had an erection that was pressed tightly against the mattress, rubbing over it every time Dean had massaged into him. It was driving him crazy. He needed more and Dean was too far away for his liking. "Dean, please don't stop."
There was a beat of silence before Dean's hands rubbed at his shoulders again, from the side, Dean was still far away, but those hands were expertly working Cas's scapula.
It felt like his brain was turning to liquid and was flowing out of him. He couldn't stop moaning, his hips searched for friction, softly humping the mattress. He really missed Dean's weight, holding him down. "Dean, I think," he slurred his words, "Your original position on me was working better to get really deep… I mean your fingers… the pressure." Oh, fuck, he couldn't even think straight anymore.
Dean's hands stopped moving, but didn't leave his skin. "Okay, um…" his hands left and there was a little shuffling. A pillow was placed on the backs of his legs and Dean's weight returned. A moment later, his hands went right for his shoulder blades, a kneading rhythm that was a constant pressure of pure pleasure.
The only thing throwing him off was the pillow in between them. Maybe Cas was too uncomfortable to sit on. "Is this not comfortable for you?" he asked, worrying at having asked too much of Dean.
"It's not that," Dean breathed out, voice almost shaky.
Cas gasped when Dean touched one spot in between his shoulder blades that was especially sensitive. He arched his back with a lewd and desperate noise, needing more of Dean.
There was way too much fabric in between them, but he wasn't sure how to ask to remove it. He tried to remember what Dean had said before he had removed his pants. He couldn't think anymore so he just said the first thing that came to mind. "It's uncomfortable. All this fabric in between us. Too warm."
"Cas… I...I want to, but…" Dean hit that spot again.
Cas groaned out, before he looked over his shoulder with a pained and begging expression. "But?" What was stopping Dean if he wanted to get rid of the fabric, too?
"Cas, I'm hard," he breathed out, voice impossibly quiet.
"Yeah, me too," Cas replied without thinking. "It's normal when we’re touching each other like this." That made sense, right? Cas wasn't sure anymore, but he knew humans didn't just get erections from sexual touches. He remembered being human and waking up with an erection without doing anything.
There was a beat of silence before Dean asked, "You sure?"
Cas was drowned so far in the pleasure he was feeling that he wasn't sure what Dean was asking. But it didn't matter. He would do anything that Dean asked of him without hesitation. "Yes," he groaned out.
Dean moved off of Cas again, pulling away the pillow. "You want all the fabric gone?"
"Yes," Cas gasped out, already lifting his hips from the bed to open the belt of his suit pants. He quickly popped open the button and unzipped it before he unceremoniously pushed everything down, together with his underwear. He moaned in relief when his trapped erection popped free. He kicked the pants off the bed when they were far down enough to slide over his legs.
A moment later, a shift of movement and Dean's bare skin was braced against his own, the firmness of Dean's erection pressed against Cas's backside as his hands caressed Cas's shoulder blades.
Cas was sure he had died. There was no other explanation for how he’d ended up with Dean like this. He could feel Dean's velvety, hot erection against his skin and it was robbing him of his last conscious thoughts. "Uhhh, Dean, so good. Feels so much better."
Dean's voice was deep and husky as he said, "Yeah." Dean's thumbs pushed in just under his blades again.
Cas's cock twitched and he was surprised that touches in that area could give him sexual pleasure. Maybe it was just because of Dean; Dean's hand being so close to his true form, touching him instead of his human body. He involuntarily rocked his ass up, feeling Dean's hot and hard erection sliding against his skin.
"Fuck…" Dean breathed out with a shuddery exhale as his hands roamed Cas’s blades with the softest touch.
"Dean," Cas gasped softly, wondering why Dean seemed to be so affected by it as well. "I really like this." It was the understatement of the century. Dean was turning him into a puddle of contentment and pleasure.
He moved his hips so that Dean's erection was lying exactly in between Cas 's cheeks, a feeling that left Cas wanting for more intimacy.
Dean's hands kneaded his shoulders again and he felt a slight movement, Dean's hips moving in a rhythm, causing his erection to rub in the space. "Me too," he whispered.
This time Cas groaned because he was feeling Dean's length against his ass. It was incredibly intimate and Cas couldn't get enough. "Dean," he purred softly as he arched his hips up to move in tandem with Dean's movement.
Dean's right hand slid to the nape of Cas's neck as his other gripped his hip. "Cas… fuck… I…"
Cas groaned, bracing his weight onto his forearms. "What is it?" He breathed out, hoping everything was okay.
"I think I'm gonna come," he gasped out, his hips working a little faster against Cas's ass.
That simple sentence stole Cas's last hesitation to let go. "Oh, fuck," he groaned out, moving his ass faster against Dean 's cock. "Please do."
"Fuck, fuck," Dean groaned, and then his full weight was on Cas's back, one hand curling into Cas's hair as he rutted against Cas's ass.
And then Dean's teeth sank in right at the most sensitive part of his shoulder blade.
Cas cried out Dean's name when pleasure overwhelmed him. The constant friction of his own erection rubbing over the mattress, the feeling of Dean's body flush against his skin, hearing him moan, biting him… It was too much. He could feel the pleasure pooling in his balls, knowing he was about to come. "Dean, I'm close, too," he gasped out. "I don't want to make your bed dirty."
"It's okay," Dean murmured against his skin, his hips moving just a little faster.
“Dean!” His name fell from Cas’s lips in a broken moan as he couldn’t hold back any longer, the orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave.
Dean moaned, his hips stilling a moment later, and Cas could feel a hot sticky wetness along his crack and lower back, an almost broken, "Cas…" escaping Dean’s lips.
Cas hummed and closed his eyes. Dean had come on him, his seed was running down his ass towards his legs and he couldn't help another moan at how mind robbing it felt. "Dean," he moaned, trying to slow down his breathing. He looked over his shoulder, giving Dean a shy smile. "My back isn't hurting anymore."
Dean let out a breathy laugh. "Mine either."