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eggcompany · 2 months

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Deangasms and Cascorders

Benny gets Dean off for a long time. Dean really just wants to be fucked by Castiel Novak. A phone camera, a big vibrator, and Bad Boy Castiel. Bubba Benny really plays matchmaker

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Dean Winchester: Comic geek and movie nerd, Loner, Oversharing expert.

Dean wasn’t known to be a very social person. He kept to himself and his best friend (who had a strange relationship with the Geek) Benny Lafitte. Benny had almost zero in common with Dean. Benny had a sweet southern tang to his voice and had a rough way with people while Dean spoke clearly and purposefully and always backed down from everything and kept out of trouble.

People didn’t really know what went on between Benny and Dean. Benny had a sweet little Hispanic spitfire as a girlfriend named Angelina and Dean had… a right hand. Dean was openly bi, meaning he had a bi pride pin on his backpack. He had been out since fifth grade to Benny and out since freshman year to everyone else.

However no one would have bet that behind closed curtains and with Mrs. Angelina’s permission Benny sometimes ‘helped’ Dean. Dean had once asked Benny to come to his house and help him because he was too embarrassed to go to the hospital when a certain vegetable got...stuck. He’s invested in some toys that cannot get stuck since then though. Sometimes Dean just needs to be topped out of his head. Sometimes he needs to be embarrassed and degraded and told what to do. That’s where Benny fits into the picture.

Benny isn’t attracted to Dean and Dean isn’t attracted to Benny… much. Dean however is very very very interested and even more attracted to one of Benny’s ‘bad boy’ friends. Castiel Novak. Tall, pretty, strong, pretty, mean, snarky, pretty. Castiel had a tongue piercing and his ears done about four times each and an eyebrow ring that always caught Dean’s attention. Castiel was one of the fellas who cursed at the teachers and skipped school all the time. But what really got dean were those perpetually black lined eyes. Gorgeous blue that seemed to shimmer and glow. Yeah Dean was head over heels but he never did anything about it.

The only thing Dean did ever do was rant and bitch at Benny for hours on end about how he loves Cas and how Cas is so hot and how Cas is way out of his league and how he’s sexually frustrated and how he wishes Cas would bend him over a desk. Dean has cried on Benny’s shoulder more times than Benny could ever count because Dean only ever wants Castiel, he doesn’t want silicone.

Benny always helps his friend though. He’s tried talking the dirty blonde into asking the raven haired boy out but Dean is just a big chicken. He’s rough with Dean and always says that if Dean wasn’t such a pussy then he’d already have Castiel.

One day Dean asks Benny to do something irregular for him.

“Will you tell Cas I like him? Hell, you could tell him to come use me for all I care. Just… Please?” Dean said one night while he ate a container of ice cream out of frustration. This sparked an idea for the hick man.

“Of course I will.” Was all Benny told him.

Soon enough that same night Dean begged until Benny had his biggest vibrator cramming against Dean’s prostate. Thing is Benny had set up his phone to record everything that was happening. Everything Dean was saying.

The camera caught the tears rolling down Dean’s face as he cried out loudly. It caught every “FUCK BUBBA HARDER” and every “PLEASE”.

It even caught-“Fuh- fUCK BUBBA!!! Fuck me harder! I need it so bad! Bubba please!”

“Why do you need it Dean? Huh? Why do you need your bubba to screw you over?” Benny said so calmly and clearly as Dean almost thrashed against the bed. Laying face down ass up like some whore.

“Cause- cause Cas wo-won’t do it! Need you to! Need to get used but Cassie won’t- FUCK- won’t do it!” Dean sobbed out. This caused Benny to stop moving the toy completely and just let the violent vibrations sit on Dean’s spot for a moment. Dean screamed into the mattress.

“I know you know that’s not the reason. Why don’t you tell the truth? Why don’t you just say why?” Benny said and didn’t move until Dean shakily said.

“I’m just a dumb whore who doesn’t have the balls to ask Castiel to fuck me full… OH GOD BUBBA PLEASE! I’m a COWARD! GOD I'M A COWARD!” Dean would finish screaming because Benny started moving the toy so that it hit exactly where Dean wanted it to.

“Bubba yes please fast harder wreck my cunt PLEASE Bubba please!” would be the final words said before the recording ended and the final few seconds would be of Dean screaming out into the mattress while cumming hard onto the towel under him. His muscles drew tight and sweat dripping off of him.

Benny put away the toy and went and grabbed his phone. He cut the video down a bit and walked back over to a panting Winchester who was wiping himself down. “Whatcha got there Bubba?” Dean asked as he folded up the Jizz Towel and put in the hamper.

“I got you a one way ticket into Castiel Novak’s pants right here.” Benny answered as he turned the screen toward Dean who watched wide eyed. Dean automatically gave permission to send it before he had a chance to back out.

He went to school that Monday and he had a certain pierced boy pinning him to his locker.

“Winchester. I’ve been lookin for you.” Is all Castiel said before he did something that Dean didn’t expect. Dean thought he would get punches or beat up. Not kissed in the hallway.

They did fuck in the janitor’s closet. And in Castiel's car during lunch. And Dean’s after school. And in Dean’s bedroom that night. And in the shower that morning. Dean got everything he ever wanted! He even learned that Castiel and him actually had some in common and had a good dynamic and relationship.

Benny never heard the end of it after that. He heard every little detail but at least Dean baked him cookies and brownies and so many cookies as a thank you.

#fanfic #egg_company #smut tag #dean winchester loves castiel #dean x castiel #dean winchester #deancas #castiel novak #castiel #castiel supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural

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acozysoulwrites2 · 5 months

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DEAN IS APOLLO AND CAS IS ICARUS OH MYGJDHFB

#im sure this has been said so many times but i’m ILL OH GOD #destiel #cas #castiel #dean winchester loves castiel #dean winchester

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justbrowsing2211 · 6 months

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A little fic with smut and emotional pain to celebrate Destiel on this holy day 💚💙

#destiel #supernatural #castiel/dean winchester #ao3 fanfic #castiel loves dean winchester #deancas #dean Winchester loves Castiel #spn #nov 5th

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baconandpie1 · 7 months

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Tomorrow (Idjits In Love series)

Here we go - another ficlet in the series 'Idjits In Love'.

Hope you like it!

#destiel #supernatural destiel #spn fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #ao3 #spnfanfic #spn family #ao3 fanfic #supernatural fandom #spn #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3fic #Dean Winchester loves Castiel

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loveable-pizza-shit · 1 year

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they said that twist and shout hurt, I didn’t listen, the pain, the pain, the pain.

#destiel #twist and shout #twist and rip my heart out #WHY #ao3 #I don’t think I can recover #dean winchester loves castiel #castiel loves dean winchester #spn au

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huggybearsunshine · 2 years

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Mine

[Part 1] Dean lets Cas in when his vessel is badly injured.

“Cas, yes! I’m saying yes!” Dean’s voice rose frantically as he held the fading Angel in his arms.

“Dean, you don’t-“

“I do!” his eyes were practically shaking as they darted from his tattered body to the hollow looking gaze fixed upon him.

“Dean-“

“Please, Cas!” a tear dropped down his cheek and the Angel’s head nodded just barely before the white-blue light of Cas’ grace was all Dean could see.

He blinked rapidly until his vision cleared enough to take in the now lifeless form in his arms, panic setting in at the sight of him until he felt it… a wave of comfort so familiar he almost didn’t have to ask.

“…Cas?”

Yes, Dean. I’m here.

“But I’m in control…” he noticed, flexing his fingers out in front of him.

I have no desire to control you, I’m just here.

“And you’re okay?” the hunter asked with such sincerity that it took Cas aback.

Dean’s concern was overwhelming and the Angel found himself reaching out, though he didn’t know with what.

“What was that?” Dean shook the goosebumps from his skin.

You felt that?

“Yeah, felt like…” Dean’s eyes scanned, unable to put a word to it.

This?

“Yeah, what are you doing?”

I think my grace is…

“Cas,” Dean stiffened, his senses on fire.

I think my grace is interacting with your soul.

Cas’ words blurted quickly within the hunter’s mind.

Are you okay? I didn’t mean to-

“I’m fine, just…”

Just… what?

The Angel’s voice softened.

“Nothing…” he wiped the back of his neck to flatten the hairs standing on end there.

…Dean?

“Drop it, Cas,” the hunter’s other fist clenched at his side.

His tone was cutting and after a moment, the hunter could practically taste Cas’ hurt, embarrassment, and shame, and it tasted bitter. And familiar.

Then a flutter of heat. A sort of excited but terrifying hope spread through them before Cas could guard himself.

It hit Dean like a truck.

“You can see everything…” his face flushed, he imagined that was a group effort, “Everything I think and feel…”

So can you…

“God, what was I thinking!” Dean stood and began to pace until a sharp stab of guilt hit him, “No, Cas, I didn’t mean that… I’m… there are things…” the hunter ran a hand through his hair and Cas’ grace did that thing again causing a shiver to run down his spine, “Cas, please tell me there’s a way to stop that!”

I’m sorry, Dean… I could hide away in a safe space like that bar you had or the bunker when Lucifer was-

“You mean lock you up?” Dean cut him off, “No, out of the question…”

I’d understand-

“You don’t have to ‘cause it’s not happening,” there was a finality to the words as they left the hunter’s lips.

Okay…

“We’re not locking you up to save me from embarrassment,” Dean huffed.

But what could you be embarrassed of?

The immediate reaction slipped by even as Dean tried his best to stop it.

Just a strong feeling of yearning and a flash of blue eyes.

Dean, I…

“We need to figure out what to do about him,” Dean deflected, crouching next to a form that now looked far more Jimmy than Castiel.

It’s possible I could heal it over time… My grace is replenishing quickly since I…

Cas decided to be bold, reaching out again to feel the jolt and the flood of warmth that Dean’s soul provided but this time, it was like Dean was reaching back.

“Cas…” the hunter’s head lulled back.

And that only seemed to encourage the seraph currently sharing his psyche.

He weaved his grace even more with the very essence of the man he occupied, pulling a sigh from their body’s lungs.

“Cas, what are we doing?” Dean finally found his voice but it was weak.

I don’t know… Should I stop?

“I don’t know,” Dean grunted frustratedly, “This is a lot, man… and you’re still lying in front of us and bleeding on the floor!”

Of course… We should move my vessel to another room for safe keeping until it is healed.

“Okay,” Dean hesitated.

I can take over if you’d rather not-

“No,” the hunter shook his head before dropping down to lift him, “I’ve got you…”

He walked toward the hallway before Cas broke the silence.

Take it to the dungeon… out of the way…

He nodded but didn’t speak.

Something bothered you just now… Something I said.

“This is you…” Dean lowered the body into the cot in the corner, “You’re not an ‘it’.”

A strong affection flared through them, Cas supposed from both sides, and Dean cleared his throat.

“Now what?” his voice came out softer than intended.

You’re hungry…

“Hm?” Dean considered this, “Yeah, I am…”

You should eat.

“Easy enough…” Dean clapped his hands together on his way toward the kitchen, “What do we want?”

We?

“You’ll be eating too so I figured we should both have a say…” Dean rubbed the back of his neck, but Cas felt it as if he were the one receiving comfort.

A flash of skin on skin appeared in his mind, causing Dean to inhale sharply. It was a quick thought but unmistakable.

“Cas… What was that?“ Dean’s voice was low as the image of a door shutting in his mind left everything quiet and empty, “Cas.”

Nothing.

“Did you just shut yourself away?”

Still nothing.

“Cas!” he barked angrily before dropping his arms to his side, “Real mature, man!”

He turned to the refrigerator and flung it open.

“Your loss…” he grumbled, “I’m gonna eat something delicious…”

Hours passed that way, and Dean was propped up on his bed watching tv when the Angel decided to make himself known again.

It started with a warmth, almost too hot. Embarrassment, Dean realized, and the hunter unexpectedly found himself with a smirk that turned into a grin.

“There he is,” he quipped to cover, though he knew it was useless trying to hide anything in their current state.

Hello, Dean.

“Wondered if you were coming back,” Cas’ nervousness made Dean’s voice shake, at least that’s what he was choosing to believe.

I feel like I should explain-

“Yeah, I’d say you should,” Dean interrupted, “Where you been?”

I needed space. I was… worked up.

“Worked up?” Dean imagined Cas’ face with the blush he could feel on his own, “Like… worked up-worked up?”

As if picturing him opening up a floodgate, Dean’s imagination suddenly produced an image of the Angel performing a very private and personal act.

Dean…

“Don’t…” he looked horrified as it passed, clenching a fist tightly in his lap to ground himself.

He wanted nothing more than to run away, especially when his sharp tone flooded him with Cas’ feelings of hurt and dejection.

Of course…

Guilt was next. That, he would imagine, was coming from him and not the Angel.

“Cas, please…” his voice was weaker than he’d ever live down, and the wave of anxiety was almost overwhelming.

He ran a hand through his hair as fragments of thoughts invaded their mind.

I’m sorry, Dean. I didn’t mean to cause you distress.

Moments passed and then a pressure of something tugged at Dean in his prolonged silence.

A warmth ran through him again but this time more comforting and soft, and a sigh released itself from somewhere deep within.

I can’t hide from you without shutting myself away, Dean, and you’ve expressed a reluctance to do that. So my thoughts and feelings are bound to come through sometimes. I apologize that I can’t stop that… not without-

“Caging yourself.”

Hardly.

“Basically!“ the hunter shot back before taking a calming breath, “Cas… I don’t want you gone… okay? I just… need to get used to this.”

I understand…

Silence fell heavily as Dean picked up on the Angel’s uncertainty.

“You’re worried…” Dean remarked softly.

I trust you with anything, Dean, but you might not like what you see and that scares me…

“What would I see?” his voice was barely a whisper.

“Dean? Cas?” Sam’s voice carried down the hallway.

“Shit…” Dean’s pulse spiked.

“Dean?“ Sam tried again when he received no response.

“In here,” the older of the brothers called half-heartedly before he could worry the other.

Are you okay?

The small voice was almost low enough to be mistaken for a passing thought of his own, but Dean knew it was Cas.

“Yeah,” he sighed in response as Sam was rounding the doorway.

The younger of the two glanced around with a raised brow, “Yeah?“

“Sorry, talking to myself…” Dean brushed it off, “How’d the case go?”

“Basic salt and burn, but we’re beat so Mom’s gonna stay the night… We got burgers and milkshakes…” his brow furrowed, “Where’s Cas?”

“Sammy, something happened…” Dean’s fist unclenched and gripped again, “Um… Cas and I went to a bar to blow off some steam and I got pretty trashed…” the guilt and self-hatred began to creep up in spite of Dean’s attempt to tamp them down, “Thought I was on to a demon, turned out to be some ancient Demigod with a grudge. Important part is Cas was hurt. Bad. And it was my fault.”

A wave of comfort and reassurance flooded Dean, and he found himself touching his heart absentmindedly.

He cleared his throat and let the hand fall slack at his side.

“What did you do, Dean?” Sam’s voice was flat and dread-filled.

“I said yes…” he held Sam’s gaze as his eyes went from confusion to realization.

“Cas is-”

“Here,” a deeper voice spoke from Dean’s mouth.

“Shit,” Dean’s voice returned to normal again and he looked surprised, “That was new.”

Sorry… I shouldn’t have just… I’m sorry.

“S’okay, just warn a guy first,” Dean smirked to himself before looking back up to his brother again.

He froze under the shocked bemusement on the other man’s face and felt his expression drop.

“What?” he bristled defensively.

“You said yes to Cas…” Sam repeated dumbly, lacking any other response at that moment.

“Of course I did,” Dean steeled himself, and the conviction of his statement produced a fluttering feeling that he’s fairly certain came from Cas.

It was almost like getting butterflies, and the hunter found this far more fascinating than he should allow himself to.

“Yeah…” Sam took a deep breath, “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

“Cas needs to regain his strength and heal his vessel. So, in the meantime, we’re a package deal,” Dean replied, wincing at his own words but trying to play it off anyway, “I uh… maybe we could leave Mom in the dark on this one?”

Dean felt bad saying it, both for hiding things from his mother but also for treating Cas like something that needed to be hidden. Yet, he still didn’t think he could bring his voice to say the words to her.

It’s alright, Dean. I understand.

“It’s not,” he replied darkly.

“Can’t be talking to yourself or she’s gonna have questions,” Sam’s lips turned up at the side and Dean gave him a quick look.

You don’t have to speak out loud for me to hear you.

“Wait, really?” Dean’s head tilted.

Then silently, he thought to himself, I can just think the words…

And I’ll hear them, Cas responded within his mind.

A fuzziness that had been persisting within him since earlier that day intensified, and Dean was starting to think it was a feeling of his own making.

“Still with me?” Sam waved a hand in front of him.

“Huh? Sorry, yeah…” he stood and ran a hand down his torso to flatten his shirt.

It flared something within his chest and he smirked to himself.

It was becoming a little too enjoyable to find what set Cas off, a thought that received him a chiding look from the Angel within.

He’s not sure how he knew, but he could practically see the expression.

I wasn’t expecting you to have… that reaction.

“Yeah, me neither,” he let out on a manic laugh as they walked down the hall.

Sam turned to him with a strange look and he held out his arms in defense.

“Right- inside voices,” Dean nodded before they could round the corner.

“Hey, I was about to come looking for you,” she smiled softly, having set the table for four.

Dean’s eyes fell immediately onto the extra spot with a soft appreciation.

“Where’s Cas?” Mary looked over their shoulders in search.

“He had to go take care of something-“

“Cas is here,” Dean spoke before he could stop himself as Cas’ surprise overtook his mind, and again, found his hand hovering over his heart, “His, uh.. his vessel was compromised so he’s… he’s…”

He felt his conviction fizzle out all at once.

“…In there?” Mary filled in uncertainly.

He nodded and Sam just held his arms out in frustration at the sudden change in tactic.

“Okay,” she nodded, clearly thrown off but doing her best to keep her demeanor calm, “Tell him I’m glad he’s okay.”

Dean’s lip tugged upward on one side in fondness before his eyes rose again.

“He heard you.”

“Well, I don’t know about you guys but I’m starving,” Sam brushed by to take a seat at the table.

“So, tell me about this ghost,” Dean motioned for Mary and himself to take a seat.

“Your story sounds a lot more interesting,” she smirked as she sank onto one of the stools around the table across from Sam.

“Yeah, thinking I’ve had enough drama for the day…” Dean laughed, “Could use a little boring.”

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@spuffy-destiel @destieliscanon5nov

A/N: Sorry I’ve been away! Training for a new job, but here’s a little something new I was working on!

#dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #mary winchester #sam is a third wheel #castiel x dean #destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #spn #supernatural #possession #body sharing #dean winchester loves castiel #castiel loves dean winchester

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atlas-assbutt · 1 year

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Dean goes flannel shopping and buys this for his boyfriend because he wants to see Cas smile.

#destiel #destiel fluff #castiel #dean x castiel #supernatural #spn #supernatural fandom #dean winchester #castiel novak #Dean Winchester loves Castiel #castiel loves dean winchester #they kissed #they’re so in love

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disgracefulgayness · 2 months

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And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like..

"You're our brother, Cas."

"....Thank you."

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Sorry guys I wanted to supernatural shit post I've been thinking about them.

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outofthecavern · 2 years

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Destiel Drabble. Dean just sleep already!! Pure fluff.

“Dean, You should go to bed.”

Dean’s eyes flic from the TV to Cas, then back at the TV when he realizes he’s looking at him a little too long.

“I’m fine, Cas.”

Castiel frowns and tilts his head slightly. Dean’s eyes are red, dark, and he blinks more than usual as he fights the exhaustion. His grace reaches out to him, wanting to soothe Dean’s aches.

“Why don’t you want to sleep, Dean?”

“I just don’t, okay?” Dean snaps back. He sighs and rubs a hand down his face, shoulders dropping in a silent apology for his anger. “I just… I don't want to be alone right now, okay?”

“I’ll stay with you,” Cas says like it’s the easiest thing in the world and Dean looks at him again. Dean searches Cas’ face, trying to find an ulterior motive but all that looks back is the sincere blue of Castiel’s eyes.

“Okay,” Dean says and shifts to lie down on the couch, hesitating before placing his head in Castiel’s lap. Cas grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it over Dean’s frame.

Cas settles his hand on Dean’s side, and the weight, no matter how light, of his hand on Dean’s body is a comfort Dean doesn't want to push away. His eyes close, and in the twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness he swears he can feel the weight of feathers down his side.

Castiel no longer pays full attention to the movie, glancing down to watch Dean sleep. His lips, soft and full, are spread open just a little as he breathes in deep. Long lashes caress the freckles of his cheeks, and Castiel thinks he’s fallen in love all over again.

After a while Dean shifts in his sleep, turning himself on his other side and nuzzles into Castiel’s hip. “Cas…” he mumbles, and Castiel has to keep his grace from bursting the lights in the room.

“I’m here, Dean,” Castiel murmurs back and Dean relaxes again.

Cas knows when Dean wakes, he can feel it in his grace, but Dean doesn’t move. He wants to stay inside the cocoon of Castiel’s wings as long as he can and crawl into the warmth of his grace.

“I love you,” he whispers after a while, half hoping Cas didn’t hear and half hoping he did. He knows Cas heard him as his hand settles into his hair.

“I love you too, Dean.”

#Destiel #cavern drabble #cavern fic #fluff #fluff fluff fluff #I love them so much #dean winchester #castiel #dean winchester loves castiel #castiel loves dean winchester #spn #supernatural #deancas #destiel drabble #spn fic #deancas fic #deancas ficlet

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eggcompany · 2 months

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Casgasms 1

After the best day of his life/ the best date of his life Cas finally lets Dean eat him out. Dean does not disappoint. Trans!Castiel.

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Castiel was having the best day of his life. He went on a date to the aquarium, (which he had never been to and oh my GOD he loved it! They spent four hours there) he got to hold his boyfriend’s hand for hours, he got to eat at his favorite diner and got his favorite thing for dinner (a hamburger and a vanilla milkshake and some fries). He was so happy! His boyfriend planned the whole day for their one year anniversary. Dean. Castiel loved him so much.

Castiel didn’t know how or why but they really just fell into each other's laps. Dean being a mechanics student who also had an interest in comics and books, and Castiel who was the computer business nerd who spent all day in the library. They had met and talked for hours about books and comics almost everyday for weeks. Then Dean asked him out and one thing led to another. Dean graduated and started working in the mechanics garage in downtown near the apartment they rent together and Cas works at a little convenience store after class. They matched up perfectly.

Cas was even happier when they got back to their apartment and Dean started kissing him. It started heavy. Dean’s tongue diving into Cas’s willing mouth. Dean shoved Cas against their closed door and crowded close to him. Cas could feel the heat of Dean’s erection even with the layers between them. Then the mechanicals callused wandering hands pushed Cas’s jacket off his shoulders. Cas pulled off Dean’s jacket and shirt.

Dean pulled him to the couch and unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull it off. Cas loves feeling his chest against Dean’s ever since he got his top surgery at the very beginning of their relationship. He didn’t quite like Dean touching his scars as they were still tender but he loves just feeling skin on skin. He loved feeling Dean’s smooth skin against his. Dean’s lack of chest hair made him feel quite good about himself to be honest.

Dean took a minute to kiss and suck at Cas’s collarbones and nip his way down to the edge of Cas’s jeans. He sucked down between Cas’s chest scars and kissed across Cas’s fuzzy tummy and nuzzled into the dark happy trail below. Dean took his belt in his hand and looked Cas in the eyes. “Babe, can I...” Dean trailed off hoping Cas knew what he wanted.

Cas looked at him, god he looked good. Blushing down his chest and breathing heavy. Cas’s eyes were blown big, barely a blue ring showing. He looked ethereal with the way his eyes seemed to glow. Dean loved this man and boy oh boy he wanted Cas to know it.

“What?” Cas said when he caught up on what was happening. Dean was laying on his stomach in between his legs holding onto his belt. Oh. Dean wanted to. Oh. “Uh um I uh yeah. Yeah. Yes Dean.” Cas looked and Dean looked ecstatic.

Dean quickly unbuckled Cas’s belt and pulled it apart to in bottom and unzip Cas’s jeans.

“Are you sure Cas? Cause I dunno if I can stop once I start. Just kick me if you change your mind, babe” Dean said as he undid his own jeans. Just to let the pressure off his own cock.

“Yes Dean. I trust you. I mean I’ve fucked you, it only makes sense for me to let you do this. I’m quite excited already.” Cas said in that serious tone that makes Dean giggle a bit.

Dean quickly pulled Cas’s jeans and his briefs down. Dean was about to comment on the adorable bumble bee pattern on Cas’s briefs but as he pulled them down his breath caught in his throat.

He’d seen Cas’s... bits. They had showered together and changed in front of each other and of course he’s seen cas masturdate but he’d never seen it like this. Never seen it up close.

Cas’s ‘thing’ was... what was Dean supposed to call this anyway.

“Uh Cas what do you want me to uh call this? It? Um...” Dean gestured to the absolute meal in front of him.

“It’s my pussy Dean. I don’t have a lot of bottom dysphoria so... pussy.” Cas said and blushed harder. He never really thought to call it anything else. Cunt was too harsh. Vagina was too… formal. Hole was what he used to call it but he didn’t like that.

Dean looked back at the pussy in front of him.

Perfectly perfect. Dark back hair framed the shining wet folds between. Cas was wet and glistening and pink and fat. God Cas looked so good. Dean only stared for a little bit more before he got to work. He couldn’t hold back.

Dean licked right up the middle of Cas’s pussy. Automatically Cas clamped his thighs together around Dean and moaned loudly.

‘I’m never leaving. This is heaven. Squishy thighs. Fuzzy thighs. Smells good tastes good fuck looks good. Never leaving.’

Cas felt so soft and squishy and warm and he was practically melting on Dean’s tongue. So warm and soft and his lips were squishy against Dean’s face. Dean didn’t mind the hair, not when he could feel Cas throbbing.

Dean thought as he sucked and licked and ate out Cas with vigor. When he sucked on Cas’s clit Cas’s back arched and his hands twisted into Dean’s hair. Dean’s face was soaked. Cas was soaking wet and god he tasted good. Tasted like pure Cas. When Dean twisted his tongue into the throbbing entrance, Cas screamed out a loud groan.

“FUCK! Yes Dean yesyesyesyes fuck fuck yes god yes Dean Dean Dean deandeandeandeandeandean-“ Cas started rambling. Dean just alternates between sucking on Cas’s clit and pushing his tongue into his hot tight heat.

Cas was in heaven. Dean’s stubble was burning his thighs, Dean’s teeth were rubbing against him, he was sucking on his clit, and when he was tongue fucking Cas his nose brushed Cas’s clit.

Cas started to really pull and hold onto Dean’s hair and his thighs tightened around Dean’s head.

“Fuck fuck Deanie! Oh fuck I’m gonna come! Dean I’m gonna come! Fuck fuck I’m soooooo close!” Cas said very loudly and Dean doubled down. He sucked and licked and then he hummed. It felt good when Cas hummed while sucking him off so maybe it would feel good. It did. It felt really did.

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT DEAN!” Cas screamed before he came. Dean was never happier having his hair ripped out of his head. He licked up the pearly white of Cas’s cum. He licked and sucked softly as Cas came down. When Cas’s thighs went lax with the rest of his body and his hands fell from Dean’s head, Dean stopped.

Cas looked so fucked out. It was awesome. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were just barely brimmed with tears, and his face showed pure ecstasy.

Dean sat up so he could jerk his achingly hard cock. It took him a grand total of six strokes to cum. He came on Cas’s thigh and the dark haired man didn’t even notice. Cas was still floating somewhere near Mars.

“Fuck Cas... that was... you are... good. Really good.” Dean said as he sat back on his heels. He tucked his soft cock back in his underwear. He kinda felt bad for Cas. He just laid there naked with his own cum and Dean’s cum drying on him and the insides of his thighs were rubbed raw from Dean’s stubble. Cas looked at Dean.

“I’m wet and cold. But fuck... your gonna have to shave next time. As there will ABSOLUTELY be a next time.” Cas sat up and looked down at himself. He smiled and looked at Dean. Dean smiled back at him and laughed. He laughed and Cas laughed at what they just did.

“Is it romantic of me to say my boyfriend gave me road rash on my puss?” Cas said through his giggles. That threw them both into another laughing fit.

“It’s not that bad! It's mostly on your thighs... okay maybe a little bit but I made you cum so we’re even!” Dean said as he looked at Cas’s crotch. There was a bit of rubbed raw skin on his labia but oh well, he’ll shave next time and buy cas some lotion or something.

“C'mon dude we have to get you cleaned up.” Dean said as he stood up and finished taking his own pants off. Cas looked at him for a moment.

“First of all do not call me dude when your tongue was just inside of me. And secondly, carry me.” Cas made grabby hands at Dean and Dean of course carried his boyfriend like a princess.

“Your fucking heavy.”

“You love me”

“I do”

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