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Dean took a pull off his beer and set it back down on the dented nightstand. He took a deep breath, tossed the skin mag to the floor and closed his eyes.
Lounging on the generic motel comforter, he was grateful for a bit of time to himself. He was concerned about Sam and his self-imposed time off, of course, but, for the moment he was just indulging in the privacy of a whole motel room to himself. On the road with anybody, let alone your brother, the constant close quarters can cause strain. Then there's the effort to find privacy for...sexual pastimes, whether they include a partner or not. Necessity meant they were a bit less modest than stationary people, but this mostly resulted in knowing exactly why your brother was taking so long in the shower and realizing the reverse was true.
So, for the moment, Dean was just choosing to enjoy the plus side. Fresh from a shower and openly naked on the bed was a rarity. The towel that had been around his waist was now open underneath him. He took a new grip on his cock, and attempted to remember.
He thought of the backseat of the Impala and Anna. His little slice of angel food cake. Last night on earth (though there'd been plenty of those) and he was making it with an angel. Heh! It had been her idea, otherwise, as attracted as he was to her, he never would have dared. Then again, she had been a fallen angel. She had chosen to tear out her own grace in favor of becoming human. She'd described the freedom, the depth of emotion and sensation as far greater in mortal form. In fact she'd pointedly brought up sex as one of the benefits of ditching her angelic existence.
Fucking a former angel had felt like just the right kind of naughty to really get him going. An extremely attractive red-headed angel at that. The feel of his hands on her hips, and the way that her skin felt a few degrees hot.
As much as Dean tried to concentrate, he found a very different angel interjecting into his thoughts.
Dean tried to focus. Anna and her milky white skin naked on top of him. Her loose red hair and those deep blue eyes. Shit! Anna's eyes were brown, weren't they? Maybe hazel...definitely not blue. He was thinking of Castiel again. The weight of him, his scent that for some reason caused Dean to think of snow days off from any responsibility.
As he was getting closer, he wasn't really sure that he cared what got him there.
Fuck it. Castiel naked on top of him in the back of the Impala. Castiel kissing and touching him with such hunger. Castiel gripping the scar of his own hand-print on Dean's shoulder, that mark that linked them forever when he'd raised him from perdition. Castiel's feverish skin pressed against his. The very shape of Cas's ribcage in Dean's arms felt...good.
Dean expertly rolled his palm over the head and slicked his precum down his shaft. He found himself thinking of Castiel's dick. Imaging Cas thrusting into his hand while eagerly nipping at his neck. Cas overcome with desire for him. He was precariously close.
He thought of Castiel leaning into his ear and in a husky whisper, managing, "You're my first, Dean. I've never done this before."
Dean gasped as he came harder than he ever had before. It lasted longer than he expected, but he still managed to catch most of it in his hand. Holy fuck.
Castiel invisibly removed his hand from Dean's forehead. He wasn't familiar with carnal desires but he found them interesting. He had felt the pull from Dean. That almost prayer. It had been very single-minded and intense. Unignorable, in fact.
Dean's inner voice had been begging for orgasm. Begging him. It was a simple enough prayer to answer. For an Angel capable of putting a mortal to sleep with a gesture, causing the production of the biochemicals produced during orgasm was relatively easy.
Dean lay still, staring at the ceiling for a moment, and Castiel felt oddly pleased with himself.