The Year of Redemption

Chapter 46: Treacherous

Dean was still resting against Castiel's shoulder. The angel had barely gotten his breath back. He reached down to pull his boxers and his pants back up a few inches, and Dean pulled away slightly. Castiel held the hunter's shoulders as they stood there staring at each other. "You seem to be very capable in that area," Cas commented, glancing down and then back up at Dean again.

The hunter focused his eyes on Castiel's chest. "Honestly," he admitted, "that was my first time." He looked back up at the angel's face, which was plastered with a grin. Dean smiled, then shook his head and laughed. He laughed at himself, at his predicament – giving blow-jobs to an angel. He didn't care - all he cared about was that Castiel was back, and he felt like he could finally breathe. He felt like the emptiness inside of him was suddenly full and beating with new life and purpose and happiness.

"So, not gay, right?" Cas suddenly asked, a grin still playing on his lips. He ran his fingers down Dean's sides provocatively, letting them linger at his hips.

Dean planted a kiss on the angel's mouth. "Definitely not," he replied.

Cas grabbed Dean's waist and yanked him forwards, right up against the angel. He worked one hand underneath Dean's shirt and ran it up along the hunter's spine. Then he trailed his fingernails gently back down, and Dean's body shivered against him.

Castiel's hand kept descending, slipping into the back of Dean's pants and pressing against the soft skin there. Castiel held Dean against himself and leaned his face in, barely brushing their cheeks together so that his mouth was just over Dean's shoulder. His warm breath enveloped Dean's ear. "No homosexual inclination whatsoever?" he whispered, tauntingly.

Dean caught his breath and swallowed hard. "Nope..." he choked out, though he was unable to refrain from gyrating his hips just a bit against Cas. His body was easily betraying his words. The need to satisfy his sudden longing, his craving for Cas was too great for him to resist. The angel thought he heard Dean whimper, very quietly, as if the hunter was trying his hardest to keep it in.

"Right," Cas stated in response. He took his hand off of Dean's waist and made just enough room between their bodies to run it under his shirt and along his stomach. Then the angel plunged his hand down the front of Dean's pants.

The hunter gasped once and clutched Castiel's head, holding it against the side of his face. He needed Cas, in that moment, more than he'd ever needed anything before. "Cas," he gasped. His stomach was doing circles, his chest was on fire, his groin pulsed relentlessly with desire.

Castiel unlocked his hand from Dean and removed it from the hunter's pants. He used his sense of touch to loosen Dean's jeans. The hunter felt his body start to convulse against the angel. "Cas," he pleaded again. "Cas, hurry up, god damn it." His voice was faint, almost a moan in the angel's ear.

"Your incessant convulsing isn't making this any easier, Dean," Cas reminded in a low, frustrated voice which only turned Dean on even more. He felt the angel groping for his button and zipper. It seemed as though he felt everything, every little detail of the angel's skin against his face, every small touch or pull or pressure against his body. His every sense was heightened, taking in all of Castiel's movements in any way that he could.

Dean tried to control his breathing. He closed his mouth around Castiel's ear to keep himself from whimpering. He concentrated on the smell of Cas's hair. It reminded him of autumn, of a slight breeze that gently swept the trees' leaves to the ground. But his body's desire was too much. He moaned against the angel's ear, long and hard, and he dug his fingers into Castiel's waist.

It only took Cas's nimble fingers a couple of seconds once they had gripped the buttons and the zipper on Dean's pants, pulling them and his boxers down all in one motion, but it had still felt like an eternity until Dean was free. It had felt like a whole lifetime until Cas locked his strong hand back around Dean and finally satisfied the hunter's burning, aching desire.