Your Dark Promise

Chapter 41

Castiel's p.o.v

Cas smiled down at Dean to this, happy for him. As much as he didn't want to waste this opportunity, he frowned, "I think we should talk about some things first."

Dean leaned into him more, gently skirting his tongue and teeth at the skin of his neck. Cas' face heating up to this as he pushed at Dean's shoulder a little bit to get his attention. Dean leaned back from him, looking him over, "I'm sorry, Cas. I'm so stupid. It wasn't that long ago that Jacob hurt you." He went to move Cas out of his lap, sitting him on the bed next to him. "I was just excited to see you and excited how my body reacted to you." He looked down over Cas, running a finger down his arm, "Are you okay?"

Cas gave Dean a smile at how freaking considerate the man is. He's always like that.  Even right now, when Dean's body for only like the second time is listening to him and Dean's happy about it, he'd put those feelings aside in order to be sure that Cas was okay. And Cas was okay now. He spent a few days in self-pity, the bruises and scratches faded, and all he was left with was a yearning for Dean, whom he had pushed away.

Cas bit at his lip in thought before saying, "Fuck it." And wrapping his arms back around Dean's neck and climbing back into his lap. He tightly wrapped his legs around Dean, as he attacked the mans mouth with his own.

Dean wrapped one hand around Cas' back, the other snaking into his hair as he pulled his body against his. Dean reached for the hem of Cas' shirt, only breaking away from him long enough to pass it over his head and tossing it to the floor. Cas' hands were quickly working at Dean's pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper, he let out a breath as he wrapped his hand around Dean's dick, still in his underwear. He missed the feel of him, even if it had only been a week. And even though they hadn't had sex that often, he still just genuinely missed him and having him near him.

Dean stood with Cas in his arms, Cas kind of shocked at how strong Dean was as he carried him to a wall, bumping Cas' back into it as he started to attack his neck. He pulled at Dean's pants and boxers until they slid down Dean's ass and legs, Dean kicking them off into the floor.

Dean sat Cas down. He was about to argue with this when Dean yanked off his shoes before pulling his own pants and underwear down and off his legs. Dean looked up at him with a smile as he kissed up from his ankle to his knee. He moved to the other leg doing the same. Cas watching him as he then licked and kissed up his thighs, when he got to it he ran his tongue down the length of him until he got to the head of him, placing a gentle kiss to the tip of him. He kept looking at Cas as he kissed up his waist and stomach, standing to kiss at his chest and neck, grabbing at his thighs as he again picked him up, Cas tightly squeezing Dean's hips with his legs.

Dean brought two of his fingers to Cas' mouth, "Lick." He said with a smirk. Cas opened his mouth, kissing the tips of his fingers before slowly licking down them, smiling to Dean watching him until he ran his tongue back up them. He did this a few times, Dean's breath speeding up as he watched until he pulled his fingers away, bringing them to Cas' entrance and slowly sliding them inside of him. Cas moaned into Dean's mouth, needing more, Dean quickly pumping his fingers in and out of him.

Cas was nodding into the kiss, "I'm good, I'm good. I want more." He said into Dean's mouth.

Dean smiled but nodded quickly, lining himself up with him and sinking quickly into him. Dean didn't pause to let him adjust or ask how he was doing. He knew Cas didn't need that right now. He picked up a hard, fast pace inside of him, Cas' shoulders banging into the wall with each thrust.

Cas pulled away from the kiss, wrapping his hands in Dean's hair and pulling on it as he brought his teeth to his neck and shoulder, biting down on Dean to keep from shouting out where Sam could hear them. Dean smiled down at him, moving his head and allowing Cas to do what he wanted with him. Dean's hand came around Cas gripping his cock and moving his hand up and down him in time with the thrusts of his hips, "Oh fuck" Cas choked out as he arched his back against the wall as he came all over himself and Dean.

Dean was still smiling as he watched Cas orgasm, still thrusting into him until he found his too. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, "That was... that was great." He breathed out.

Dean moved them to the bed, laying Cas on his back as Dean leaned over him, propped up on one arm, "I'm not done yet, Novak." He said with a smirk before grabbing Cas by the shoulder, lifting him up to spin him around. He was bent over the bed still panting from what Dean did to him against the wall, when Dean grabbed at his hips he had to stand up on his toes from their height difference as Dean quickly slammed back in to him.

Cas pulled himself up to his hands on a shout, Dean wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him closer to him, biting at his ear and whispering to him, "So fucking good." As he fucked into him relentlessly. Dean pushed him away from him, he fell back to the bed, grabbing up at the sheets and fisting his hands into them, now a loud moaning mess on the bed, the whole house probably able to hear them.

Dean pulled his hands from the sheets, bringing them behind his back and using them as leverage to drive into him harder. The sound of Dean's thighs slapping into the back of his loud. Dean angled his hips until he found Cas' prostate, Cas shouting out curses as Dean kept slamming into him. Without even being touched this time Cas came again, coating his stomach and the sheets below him his thighs shaking with the intensity of his orgasm, Dean groaning to the feeling of Cas tightening around him giving several more punishing thrusts of his hips until Cas could feel him spilling inside of him again.

Dean was breathing hard behind him until he caught his breath, gently removing himself from Cas and spinning him around to kiss at his mouth, when Dean pulled back from his lips to smile down at him, Cas tossed himself on the bed still catching his breath, his legs limp on the bed, arms over his head, "Fucking christ." He breathed, still trying to calm himself.

Dean smirked to him as he pulled on some sweats, "Let me find something to clean you with." He left for the bathroom, coming back quickly with a damp cloth. He wiped at Cas' stomach and then his own before opening Cas' legs to clean up the mess of his entrance.

Cas shook his head to this, though, "Not there. I want to feel you inside of me for a while."

Dean smirked at him, tossing the cloth aside and dropping to the bed with Cas, propping himself up over him as he kissed him again. Eventually, Dean broke away from him but still hovered over his mouth, "You wanted to talk about something, Cas?" He asked.

Cas shook his head, "Fuck I can't even think straight right now. Give me a minute to recover. Shit." Dean just smiled at him and kissed him again.