Sam finds his brother and his best friend, Cas, in a compromising situation in a place that they shouldn't be compromised at all. Sam needs yo bleach his eyes and Jack might need a lifetime of therapy. Pray for Sam...and Jack.
They have been having sex a lot lately; everywhere. From the bed to the shower, the kitchen, the garage, the library, the map table, the impala. Dean is insatiable. Not that Cas is complaining because seeing Dean Winchester, the most macho man he has ever seen lose control and come apart beneath him makes him feel powerful again, in the best way, like his powers are not waning.
He loves the little whimpers Dean makes when Cas kisses his neck and scratches his back. He loves how Dean arches his back when Cas is eating him out and says more, I need more because Cas’ tongue and fingers are not enough. He always wants more. He loves the way Dean’s thighs shake and his toes curl when Cas licks him and his fingers tease his sweet spot. The way his skin flushes and his freckles stand out, even more, when he is on the verge of coming. He loves that when Dean finally comes, his green eyes get golden colour and darken and his plump pink mouth hangs open in the most beautiful way.
“Cas? Dean?” they turn and Sam is standing there, mouth agape with his hand on Jack’s eyes. “What is going on here? Gross! I don’t even...arrrgh...we cook and eat here guys? What the hell? Have you lost your minds? Don’t answer that. But also...what? When? Let’s go, Jack.”
Dean watches with a smirk on his face after Sam and Jack as they scurry away. He sees Jack attempting to look back and see what Sam was shielding him from but Sam is adamant is keeping his hands on Jack’s eyes until they disappear from the kitchen into their rooms.
“Well, that was awkward,” Dean says, fixing Cas' clothes and checking to see if he's okay. Cas is wide-eyed, his face pale and his mouth looks dry. Dean kisses him and Cas seems to come out of it, though he seems embarrassed more than anything else.
“Yes, Dean. That was awkward” he air quotes and walks to the shelf to get cups. “Did you know they were coming back?”
“Sam said they would be back Thursday but…”
“Today is Thursday, Dean.”
“What? It can’t be. We’ve been cooped up here for five days? Where’d the time go.”
Cas gives him a knowing look as his cheeks turn rosy.
“Oooh...my bad. Time well spent though,” Dean says with a wink, Cas gives him a small smile as he bites his lower lip and nods with this far away look as if remembering something.
“Tell you what, go sit down, I’ll prepare breakfast,” Dean continues as he gets out the flour and eggs to start making the pancake batter.
“Can I help?” Cas’ voice is full of enthusiasm and something else, maybe promise.
“Okay. But you have to do whatever I say, I have a process.”
Cas nods in understanding as he hands Dean a bowl and milk.