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Wind blows across the cracked road, kicking up ash from the fire of bones they had just stomped out. The stench of burnt remains and lighter fluid still lingers in the air as Dean glares at Baby’s engine.
Nothing looked out of place and all her fluids were full, but she wouldn't start, giving him a choking wheeze before falling silent just a few minutes prior. The cab of the Impala shakes as Dean slides into the driver's seat and pulls the door shut with a slam, jostling Castiel from a daydream.
Dean glumly sticks the keys in the ignition without turning it over, "What did they say?"
"Chuck and the crew are on their way with a tow and a spare gas can but they said it'll take 45 minutes to an hour."
Embarrassment clings to him like a sweat soaked tee shirt. They didn't have time to be coming all the way out here to bail him and Cas out, again. The gauges on Baby had stopped working about a year ago. And no amount of tinkering and spare parts could seem to fix it. Now that he had to keep track of her mileage in his head, there were times Dean accidently let her run out of gas.
“I can't believe I did it again,” He grumbles. Looking over at Cas and recognizing the expression on his face, he points a finger at him with a hard glare, "Not a word smartass."
"I didn't say anything." The angel replies calmly, enunciating each word to impose maximum sarcasm.
"Yeah, well I know you well enough that even when you don't say anything, you're saying something."
Cas snickers faintly as he looks out the window away from Dean. Giving a perfect view of his stubbled sharp jawline. Dark, messy hair spilling down to where the collar of his shirt hung open, revealing tanned skin and a myriad of chains his “followers” brought him. Thick corded muscle of his throat working as he swallows back a chuckle. Bastard was too damn good looking, even when Dean was pissed and dead tired from the day’s worth of driving, he still managed to have a moment to check Castiel out. And more often than not he liked what he saw.
Dean puts some humor in his voice as he threatens, "Keep it up angel and I'll fill that mouth with something so you won't have anything to say."
Castiel’s head slowly turns around, looking Dean up and down while he bites his plump lower lip as if debating whether or not to call his bluff. They’d been playing this game for years now, most of the camp knew that despite the orgies, Castiel spent his nights in Dean’s cabin. But for some reason they still kept up the appearance of friends only when the sun was out.
Cas’s violent blue eyes squint as he contemplates the situation. No more than a few moments pass when he breaks the silence by saying, "Forty-five minutes huh? You really think you can keep me quiet for that long?"
“Only one way to find out sweetheart.”
Dean’s smirk fades as Castiel’s hand reaches out to rest on his knee, sliding up his thigh to the crotch of his jeans. Under the denim Dean’s cock is already responding to his touch. Cas quickly unbuttons and unzips his pants, his eyes never leaving the other man’s face.
“Lean back Dean.”
Dean moves quickly to comply as Castiel’s hand effortlessly navigates through his boxers to grip his shaft. Not wasting a moment of their dissipating free time Cas lowers down and takes the head into his mouth.
His tongue circles around it gently, Dean’s cock jumps and throbs as blood rushes to it. Cas had commented often how he loves the way Dean gets hard in his mouth and now, moaning around the fullness, he confirms that fact. Bobbing his head in a slow steady motion as Dean’s cock gets harder each time he slides down on it. Filling his mouth, pressing against the roof and his tongue until it finally hits the back of Castiel’s throat.
His pace remains the same as saliva collects in the corners of his mouth and drips on the cotton of Dean’s boxers. Dean reaches his hand up and buries itself in Castiel’s thick dark hair, holding his head, guiding it as he deep throats him. Dean’s other hand reaches over to palm his ass cheek and squeez at it. Using one hand to brace himself, Cas uses his free hand and wraps it around Dean’s cock. Stroking it at the same speed but opposite direction of his mouth.
“Fuck Cas,” Dean groans with satisfaction.
Every time they did this, Dean could never get over how it felt like he’d been made to fall apart under Castiel’s touch. Maybe it was something in the way Cas had put his body back together, all those years ago when he pulled him out of Hell. It was like the angel knew every desire Dean had ever had and exactly how to draw them out. Cas pulls Dean’s cock out of his mouth and pushes it to the side, extending his tongue as he licks at his balls. Then sucking gently he takes one in his mouth and rolls it around his tongue before releasing it.
"Oh God sweetheart it feels so good, I love it when you suck me off."
"Mmmm-hmmm" Cas hums in agreeance as he continues, reaching down and quickly unbuttoning his own pants to shove his hand between his legs. A muffled moan escapes the edges of his lips as he forces his head down on Dean’s cock while pumping himself in his fist.
Dean’s head falls back against the Impala’s headrest as his hips rise slightly to meet Castiel, shoving his cock deeply down his throat. Cas chokes a little as he fucks his fist and sucks Dean’s cock at the same time. Dean grunts loudly, his hand starts pressing down on the back of the other man’s head, his dick hard enough to cut glass. Too fast, way too close already. But that was the magic his partner seemed to possess, no matter who topped or how slow they went Dean was always teetering on the edge of pleasure from the first touch. But he wanted to give just as good as he got, so he sent his free hand roaming over the other man’s body.
Unbuttoned, Castiel’s jeans are just loose enough that Dean can push them part way over his ass. The hippie rarely wore underwear anymore and Dean often used that to his advantage. Realizing what he’s doing, Castiel pulls off to assist with the other side, quickly shoving his jeans down to his knees. Dean’s long arm reaches over behind him, teasing Cas’s rim with his middle finger.
The vibrations from Castiel’s moaning send shivers down Dean’s spine and his hips tremble as they thrust up into the other man’s mouth causing him to cough and gag again. Removing the cock from his mouth to take a breath before quickly diving back down on it, sometimes it seemed like he barely needed air at all. That or he just loved the hazy feeling that came from deep throating. Dean could also appreciate the buzz that came from the rush of oxygen after going so long without.
Dean can only take a few minutes more before he stops Castiel’s head and pulls his cock from his lips. He keeps teasing the other man’s hole for a minute or two, reveling in the way Cas seems to open up under his touch, far sooner than he should with such little preparation. Dean didn’t really know how much Grace the former angel had left at this point, but it was possibly enough to alter his vessel to accommodate the intrusion.
The majority of the relinquished Grace was in vial that Dean wore around his neck; the only place it truly felt safe. It was their nuke, if things ever turned for the worst Castiel knew a spell in which detonating it could wipe out anything and anyone for 50 miles. That whole discussion had been a battle royale; Dean insisted they didn't need it, blindly refusing every argument Castiel made till the angel finally stormed away. Only to return two days later, weak and blabbering, barely able to stand, holding what was left of his grace. Offering it up to Dean like sacrament.
Pushing those thoughts away, Dean pulls back and smiles fondly down at the angel in his lap, brushing a sweaty lock of hair off his furrowed brow, “Don’t move.”
Shoving up and out of the car, Dean glances around quickly for signs of Chuck or any Croats. The highway is deserted enough he relaxes a little further and jogs around to the passenger side and opens the door. With his ass still in the air Castiel already looks debauched enough to have Dean’s flagging erection return with a rush. His hands grab the other man’s hips and pull him back to the edge of the passenger seat.
Before Cas can even turn to look to see what he’s doing, Dean crouches down in the grass of the shoulder and buries his face in between Castiel’s cheeks. His tongue slides wide and flat over the rim as Cas keens and shivers. Holding his ass wide, Dean licks and sucks at the hole. Opening Castiel up with his tongue is pure pleasure, nevermind how much Grace assists his endeavor. A low whine catches in the back of Cas’s throat as he pushes back against Dean’s mouth. Trying in vain to draw him in closer, but Dean’s large hands grip his hips and hold him still.
“Please Dean,” Castiel’s muffled voice barely registers over the slurps and slaps of Dean’s tongue, “Please I need more.”
Taking the opportunity to pull his head back, he uses one hand to hold Cas still while the other parts his cheeks. Dean plunges a finger deep inside Castiel’s hole with a grin against the hot skin of his backside, “More like that angel?”
Castiel cries out, opening wider as Dean grabs his ass and guides it back onto his fingers. Dean begins to increase his pace as the other man fights to stay upright. Gripping the creaking vinyl of the seats and clenching around Dean’s fingers like a vice.
“Oh! Oh just like that Dean!”
Adding a second finger, Dean scissors them as he preps Cas. They had no lube, no condoms out here in the middle of nowhere. And Grace or not, he wasn't about to hurt Castiel just cause he was in a goddamn hurry. Leaning forward he adds his wet tongue along with those fingers, trying to slick up his hole as much as possible. After a few more minutes a hand flies back and blindly bats at his face. When Dean pulls away, his chin glistening with saliva, Cas stares at him with near black pupils. The blue Dean loves so much, only a thin ring around his eyes.
He shudders as Dean’s fingers brush over his prostate, “Dean I’m ready. Please, we're running out of time.
Since he had a point, Chuck could be here any minute, Dean pulls out and stands. Gripping his erection, he takes a second to pump himself back up, spitting into his palm to try and ease as much of the burn as possible. Guiding Cas’s hips back on the head, he rubs what he hopes is a soothing hand along the other man’s back side. “Don’t rush me, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Dean if you don’t get inside me this minute! I’m gonna -”
Stubborn son of a bitch, Dean smirks to himself as he shuts the other man up with a thrust of his hips. Popping the head of his cock just past Castiel’s rim with the utmost satisfaction. Both of them groan in tandem as Dean pushes further in, loving the way it’s still so tight and hot even after what feels like a thousand times. Easing deeper till he’s fully seated, sweat runs down his temple and his lower back as he struggles for control. It would be so easy to just take, he knew Castiel could handle it, to just plunge and thrust till he saw stars; but despite what he thought his partner could endure Dean wanted this to be good for Cas too. He wanted to hear and feel that the angel enjoyed this just as much as he did.
Reaching around to graze his knuckles over, what he assumes is going to be, a half mast dick, Dean jolts a little in surprise to find Castiel hard as a fucking rock and his head already wet with precum. Biting back a curse, Dean wraps his hand around the other man’s shaft, “ Fuck, Cas you are so ready aren’t you?”
“Yes!” Castiel wails as Dean starts to stroke him while swiveling his groin at the same time, “Yes, yes I’m ready. Please Dean!”
One hand tight on his hips, the other jerking swiftly, Dean starts to guide Cas forward and back on his cock. Never fully pulling out all the way and not quite deep enough to hit the other man’s prostate. Quick, shallow strokes as he works the angel’s dick faster in his fist. He loses himself in the way his cock effortlessly sinks into his lover’s body. But before he knows it, Castiel’s ass starts to push back harder against him. The sounds of hot skin slapping together echoes off the pavement. Already close enough that a deep thrust would send him over the edge, Dean slows down, he wants Castiel begging before he fills him up.
Shuddering with every thrust, the angel clenches around Dean’s cock. Panting with his head flush against the Impala’s seats, “Dean, I’m not gonna last.”
“Not yet,” Dean warns although his own orgasm feels imminent, “not till I hear it angel.”
“Fu - Please Dean!”
Relishing the deep growl in his partner's chest as it reverberates down through their joined bodies, Dean lets go of Castiel’s dick and pulls him by both hips harder than before onto his shaft.
Dean grits his teeth and manages to get out one more threat between thrusts, “You can do better than that Cas. Let me hear it and I’ll let you cum. Then, Goddamn will I fill you up so good.”
There were only a few things Dean loved in this world. His car, his father’s sawed-off shotgun, his mother’s records, and hearing the former angel of the lord cuss a blue streak while lost in the throws of passion. Call it blasphemous, call it sappy, but Dean’s engine got revved when Castiel finally let go and uttered some of the filthiest phrases he had ever heard.
He knows Cas is almost there, his hips have lost all rhythm and he needs both hands braced against the seat in front of him to hold himself up. Crouching down a little, his lower back hates him just as his cock finds the right angle to hit Castiel’s prostate. The man shouts, damn near pulling Dean across the car with him as he starts convulsing.
“Oh fuck! Dean, I need to cum, right now. Please! Fucking let me cum on your cock!”
That deep baritone, fucked out and raw from his dick is music to Dean’s ears. Renewed with energy he grips the angel’s hips hard enough to leave some very telling bruises and hits the same spot again.
And again.
And a third time till the other man is blabbering and near screaming beneath him.
Their bodies bucking together with no regard for whom or what may be watching them now. The summer sun glares down on the back of Dean’s neck and later when they're back in bed he’ll wish like hell they still had things like aloe vera. But now all he cares about is making Castiel feel every second of his orgasm.
“That’s it sweetheart,” he croons through his own rasping vocal chords, “cum on my cock. Don’t stop till I tell you.”
His heart races to the point of bursting and something starts to tingle in his chest. The vial around his neck inexplicably grows hot and Dean swears he hears the same high pitched screech from when he dug his way out of his first grave.
Another hit is all it takes for Cas to fall, dragging Dean right along with him in a frenzied burst of adrenaline. Through his gasping breaths, the splatter of cum hitting the seats of the car and his name wailing from Castiel’s lips swarms into his ears.
“Dean, Dean, Dean!”
His knees give out and he barely has time to groan out, “Fuck Cas! I’m cumming!” before his own orgasm hits.
The ground shifts beneath his feet and he lowers his head to the roof of the Impala while still inside Castiel. Sex had always been good with them. Hell, he would even call it great. But this, this had been something else.
“Angel radio still got a little juice leff, huh?” He gasps, his eyes still shut tight.
Castiel groans in a very satisfied way and clenches his walls around Dean one final time, “It would appear so. But I wouldn’t worry, there isn’t anyone still around to hear it.”
Easing his softening dick out, Dean can’t help but use a finger to trace around the swollen skin of Castiel’s rim. Wishing they had a bit more time so he could make him cum again with his fingers. Shivering, the angel glances back over his shoulder with a wince.
“Sorry,” Dean apologizes, tucking himself back into his jeans. “Got carried away. Better button up, Chuck and the gang should be along any minute.”
Humming in agreement, Castiel backs up and out of the car. Hiking his pants up, he tightens his belt and abruptly pulls Dean into an embrace normally saved for times when there’s nothing but moonlight to hide their faces.
“Woah, hey Cas! You okay sweetheart?”
A bit of dampness clings to his neck as Castiel buries his face in Dean’s collar, muffling his voice just so, “I’m fine, more than. It’s been a while since we could let go like that.”
“Yeah I guess it has,” Dean concedes after a minute. Just enjoying the way the angel fits like a glove in his arms. A thought strikes him and suddenly the sun’s too bright, the day too hot for his heavy jacket. He clears his throat and squeezes Cas a little tighter, “Hey, you know I love you right, buddy?”
Wincing at that cursed moniker, Dean hopes to whatever God might still be around that Castiel knew what he meant behind it. Words, well to put it bluntly, just sucked in his opinion. But if Cas needed them, he’d write a whole damn book of poems. They pull back from each other and those blue eyes are no longer lustful black. They’re the same ocean blue that first walked into a barn and turned Dean’s world upside down.
“Of course Dean,” Castiel replies with a glint behind those crinkled eyes, “I love you too.”
“Good, now let’s get this mess cleaned up. I don’t know about you but I’m not looking forward to a million questions about how Baby’s interior got so sticky.”
Smirking, the angel leans forward to whisper in his ear, “I think you’ll find the mess has taken care of itself.”
Whipping around Dean sees no trace of bodily fluids anywhere in Baby’s interior. In fact, now that he’s paying attention, his whole body feels cool and clean. Like the sweat has been wiped away, and the dampness between his legs is gone.
“What the hell Cas?!”
“I can put it all back if you prefer to do it the hard way.” He says with a wink, since when the hell does Cas wink, and sits back down in the passenger seat.
Grumbling about how angel’s are a pain in his ass, Dean stomps around to his own side of the car and plops in the driver seat. Trying and failing to ignore the smug look from his passenger. He lasts three and a half seconds.
He twists in the seat to face him, “Something on your mind Cas?”
“Yes, I’m ready to go back now. My garden is probably in need of some water. And I heard they’re making stew for dinner tonight.”
“Well as soon as the cavalry arrives we’ll be on our way,” Dean answers sharply. What the hell was Cas’s deal?
Reaching over the dash, Castiel silently turns the key and Baby springs to life with her pleasing roar of an engine. Dean lurches in his seat and bumps his head on the ceiling.
“How the hell did that happen?!”
Castiel sits back and calmly buckles his seat belt, shrugging at the question, “I guess she just needed a minute to… get herself in order.”
“Get herself in…” Dean stammers but the question dies on his lips. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he thinks for a long minute about what went on today.
Cas told him about a tip he got on some ghost fucking shit up in the next town. And he volunteered to show Dean just where it was. Insisting they didn’t need back up, just a simple salt and burn.
Plus, Dean knows he just put gas in the Impala a week ago! And there had been no trips that would have drained her tank that fully since then.
“Cas…” Dean starts, his hands gripping tighter on the wheel.
“Yes Dean?”
Blowing out a breath, he counts to ten and back again before speaking through his teeth, “The next time you want to have sex with me, please don’t fuck with my car. Just say you want to be alone… together. Okay?”
The angel tilts his head to the side for a minute; taking Dean way back to those days when explaining basic human interaction to Cas seemed like explaining quantum mechanics to a kindergartner. But then he just gives Dean that beaming gummy smile and his eyes twinkle in the fading afternoon sun.
“Of course Dean.” He nods and turns back to stare out the window. Still looking way too smug for Dean’s liking.
Putting Baby into gear, Dean pilots the car back on the road towards camp and rolls his eyes fondly, “Freaking angel mojo…”
The End