Collection of Destiel

Be Here With You

Warning: smut and then intense fluff. You've been warned. Enjoy.

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"Fuck!" The hoarse voice slipped from his lips as a salty tear slipped through the slit between his lips. Too much heat was surrounding him, it was overpowering all of his sense as he tried desperately to ground himself to reality. Even as is knuckles bled into white, and even as his breathing was stinging the walls of his lungs, he felt himself slipping away.

"You like that, baby?" A deep rumbling growl came from above him. "You like my cock deep inside of you?"

"Yes!" Dean couldn't believe he could still articulate words with Cas' cock pounding so deep inside of him that his insides felt like they were setting fire to the bed underneath of him. "Harder!"

"Shit." Castiel barred his teeth as he strained his back muscles to push his thrusts until it was one fluid movement that seemed to be running on autopilot. "So fucking tight."

Not being able to hold on, Dean reached down to grasp his own leaking cock. He tugged it hard enough that he was almost afraid he'd rip it off but the pleasure shooting up his abdomen was too powerful. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Cas' thrusts jarred his body up into his closed fists.

"Cum for me, Dean. Cum on my big-" thrust, "-fat-" thrust, "cock!"

It was static noise after that. It reminded Dean of the time he had almost walked with Tessa into the afterlife. Everything in the world was diminished until all he could feel was the euphoria of cumming. Warmth seeped across his chest as he tried to remember to breath through it.

Castiel didn't last much longer. Grunts filling the air as he leaned down and attached his lips to the other man's neck. With a final groan the fallen angel came into Dean, leaving his heaving body to shake as he rode out the waves of pleasure beating against his mind.

Only when they both caught their breath did Castiel lazily roll himself off of Dean and onto his back. The two of them couldn't hide their satisfied smiles as they stared up at the ceiling. Slowly, the rest of the world seemed to seep back into their minds.

Dean twisted his body until he was curled up against Cas' side. He slung an arm over Cas' chest and a leg over his hips, careful not to bump his still sensation cock. "You keep fucking me like that, angel, and you're never gonna get rid of me."

The fallen angel couldn't help but let out a tired chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Dean's body to cradle him softly in the afterglow. "I have heard the term 'cockslut' before but I don't think I ever knew what it meant until I had you in the bedroom."

Dean playfully swatted at his chest with a grin. "Shut up. You like my dick just as much."

"Mmmm." Castiel closed his eyes so that he could settle into this moment and not let anything mar it. "That is true."

After a couple more labored breaths, Dean tilted his head to gaze up at the other man. The light from his room's overheard was illuminating all of the shadows that defined the features of Cas' face. Every little imperfection was perfect in this light. It was like Dean was finally able to put an image to the world 'heaven'. No pearly white gates, no clouds, no halos... just Castiel.

"We should shower." Cas spoke softly, his breathing already becoming heavy with sleep.

"Later, sweetheart. Right now I just want to be here with you."

Castiel raised an eyebrow without opening his eyes. "That sounds very 'chick-flick' of you, Dean Winchester."

Dean swallowed his insecurities. He found they didn't taste as good as Cas' skin. "Maybe you bring that out in me."

At this, Cas peeled open his eyes to peer down and study Dean's. A look of pure wonder filled his blue irises. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well," Dean cleared his throat and rested his cheek against Cas' chest so he didn't have to maintain eye contact, "I mean that when I'm with you I'm not trying to be a badass hunter. I can just be whoever I want to be. If I wanted to buy my boyfriend flowers, I could. If I wanted to take my boyfriend to a fancy restaurant, I could. When I'm with you I don't care about trying to make a front. If I want to be romantic with you I can be. Simple as that. Don't make it into a big deal or anything."

The fallen angel felt his heart swell so large that it reminded him of the feeling of soaring through a mid-day's air. "I'm glad that you can be yourself with me, Dean. I love who you are."

"Really?" The hunter's voice came in such a soft vulnerability that the room seemed to become almost too large.

"Yes. From the day I raised you I have seen who you are underneath the layers you have built. I saw the man that made up every fiber of who you are. Why do you think I started to have my doubts about humanity? It was because I looked at your soul and I couldn't help but fall in love with the man I saw. I would do anything, have done anything, to protect that soul. And if I would've been told all those years ago that I'd be lying here with you like this... well, I would have done everything all over again." Castiel pressed a kiss to the top of Dean's matted hair. "I'd go relive all the torment to be in this moment."

"Now who is being all chick-flick?" But Dean couldn't hide the crack in his voice, or the way his tears pooled on Cas' chest, or the way he gripped tighter to the other man.

Castiel smiled, a smile that even Dean hadn't seen. It was the smile that he wore when he was looking at Dean and all his love felt as though it would rip the flesh from his bones. It was the smile that he kept to himself because he knew that if Dean saw it, Dean would be too overwhelmed to comprehend it. "I love you."

"Love you, too." Dean closed his eyes and allowed his mind to start to fade into sleep.

Castiel kept smiling until his own mind drifted off to sleep.