a little 12x02 coda, since BL left this scene out of the end of episode :)
Dean’s arms quiver under the strain of holding himself up for so long - a bead of sweat rolls down his bicep. From underneath him, Castiel digs his nails into Dean’s bare shoulders and pants into his mouth.
With a few hard, well-timed thrusts, Dean screws his eyes shut and moans between them. Castiel isn’t far behind; his grip relaxes and the motion of their bodies turns slow, languid, sleepy in the lamplight of Dean’s room. The tips of Castiel’s fingers touch the curve of Dean’s cheek and tickle the stubble growing in there.
“Mm,” Dean murmurs, as he finally lets his arms give out from under him. He collapses onto Castiel’s bare chest (NOT sweat-free, like the arrogant bastard is apparently so fond of saying) and grazes his teeth along the soft spot behind his ear.
“‘s good having you home,” Dean slurs.
Castiel trails his fingers across Dean’s shoulders, down the dip of his back.
“Mm,” he mumbles, nuzzling into his hair.
Dean laughs. “Man. I even got pie today.”
Castiel presses a kiss to Dean’s temple. “Truly worth celebrating,” he murmurs.
“Thanks for coming in after us,” Dean says. He wiggles his hips a little, contemplating a round two. “And for backing me up with my mom.”
Castiel huffs. “She was not very accommodating once you left. Her… ‘mom-glare’ is truly fearsome.”
Dean lifts his head to look Cas in the eye. “Dude. She guilt-tripped you?”
“She shook her head at me,” Castiel tells him, squinty and a little sheepish.
Dean laughs and kisses him again. He drags his foot along the swell of his calf muscle. “You’ll get used to it.”
Castiel smiles at him then, with the same light in his eyes that he had when he found Dean alive at the bottom of the stairs. “I suppose I’ll have to. How are things going?”
Dean waffles, makes a noise. “Can we not talk about my mom while we’re naked?”
“Of course, I apologize.”
“‘S cool. Later, though.”
Castiel wraps his arms around Dean and draws him close again. Dean could very easily fall asleep like this, cocooned in his warm room with an angel’s arms around him and his belly full of good food. The pain and torture from earlier this afternoon is basically a distant memory.
“Cas,” Dean murmurs, just as he closes his eyes.
Dean bites a kiss into Castiel’s collarbone, and smirks at the dark mark his mouth leaves behind.
“You better throw out that other guy’s number,” he growls. “I don’t like the way he was lookin’ at you.”
Castiel bites his lip to stifle a laugh.
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