{ like stated in the description this is based of a roleplay where i was dean and my gf was cas so enjoy ig }
Dean and Cas were in the Impala, leaving Sam in the motel room they had rented to do research on whatever the fuck it was they were hunting. Dean, having his eyes fixated on the never-ending road stretching in front of them, didn't notice Cas' hand slowly making it's way to Dean's thigh, until it was there. He felt a blush begin to burn on his cheeks as he turned to briefly look at the angel.
"Cas?" He asked, breathless, "What're you doing?"
"I heard that in awkward tension, you could pull many things you'd love to say or do out of it."" Castiel responded, his hand moving a bit more. His normal stoic expression showed more of a little glint of lust and desire in his eyes- but only if you manage to stare at his eyes long enough.
"Like sex," Dean said without even thinking about it. He caught what he said and his face flared red. "Shit, that's not what I meant. Sorry, Cas," He added quickly, shifting slightly in the leather seat. He stifled a slight whimper, keeping his eyes fixated, fantasies of him and Cas flashing through his head.
"Yes, Like sex, Dean." Castiel responded, his hand nervously twitching though it still continued to move over Dean's thigh in a carressing, soothing kind of manner.
Dean pulled the impala over, noticing the nervous twitch of the angel's hand. He turned to face Cas, green meeting blue. "Cas..."
Castiel looked back into the green, eyes clearly holding what emotion his face wouldn't show. "Yes, Dean?"
"I want you, Cas. I need you," Dean admitted without hesitation, red creeping up his neck and on to his face, placing his hand softly on Cas' shoulder. "I, uhm, I get it if you dont feel the same, but, uh, yeah,"
Castiel unbuckled his seatbelt, moving towards Dean and locking their lips together for a brief moment.
Dean reacted automatically, shifting his hand on the angel's shoulder to the back of Cas' neck, keeping their lips together. He used his free hand to fumble and unbuckle his own seatbelt.
Castiel pulled back a bit. "I desire you as well."
"Shut up and kiss me," Dean mumbled, moving so that he was now situated in Cas' lap, pressing their lips together once again.
Castiel responded quickly, turning his head a bit and moving his lips against Dean's.
Dean moaned softly into Cas' lips, moving his in sync with the other. He gently ran his tongue across Cas' bottom lip, nipping it softly afterwards.
Castiel moved closer, somehow, and parting his lips to attack Dean's tongue.
Dean gave in, not even trying a battle for dominance, knowing he'd lose. He just kinda tangled his fingers in Cas' jet black hair, tugging slightly.
Castiel's tongue examined Dean's mouth, leaving no spot untouched, and he gave a little grind to Deans hips.
Dean groaned in pleasure, grinding back on Cas before pulling away for air and to quickly mutter, "fuck cas," before slamming their lips back together.
Cas gave a tiny smirk against Dean's lips, grinding a little bit harder against him.
Dean moaned a bit louder, hand sliding down Cas' chest and to the angel's belt buckle before his phone rang. It was the ringtone he set for Sammy. He reluctantly pulled away from Cas, "Dammit," He smiled softly, finding the cliche of the moment kinda funny.
"What's so funny?" Cas questioned, raising an eyebrow a bit. "And are you going to answer it?"
"Just the fucking clicheness of it all, and nah, if it's important he'll leave a voicemail," Dean said, proceeding to leave soft kisses on Cas' neck, slowly pushing the trenchcoat off his shoulders.
Cas gave a little nod, moaning quietly and moving his hands over Dean's hips.
Dean grinded down on Cas, pulling away and starting to undo Cas' tie. "Bet you're so fuckin' hard it hurts, huh, Cas? Bet you're just aching to do it rough and dirty, right here, right now." He growled, finishing with the tie and kissing Cas roughly.
