This is (not) the Last Time

Why

I'm hoping this chapter will be pretty long.

It might not be as lengthy as the previous one but I figured since I hadn't updated in a while I should give you guys two long chapters.

(Due to the amount if comments telling me to write smut, there will be smut in this chapter. I'm too lazy to go in depth in everything so It'll be pretty short)

Anyways enjoy as always~

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"Hi Cas."

I shouldn't be here.

"Oh, Dean. Hello"

I should leave right now and never come back.

"I'm sorry."

Why am I saying sorry? I'm trying to do the right thing.

"For what?"

How can he be so clueless?

"For everything."

Everything.

"Would you like to come in and talk about it?"

Yes

"May I?"

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Cas continued to watch Dean as he stepped into the apartment. Cas led him to the couch in his living room where they both sat on the poofy cushions.

"So?"

Dean looked up at Cas and saw that the man expected him to respond.

"So I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you and I'm sorry for being strange at the store." Dean began. He wanted to say more, he really did, but he didn't know what else to say.

"And I apologize for my outburst." Castiel replied.

They sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes with only their breathing to fill the empty air. Dean couldn't help the troublesome thoughts that spawned in his mind when he looked at Cas. He wanted to kiss him so bad.

"So why don't you?" Castiel's voice broke him from his trance and he looked up, embarrassed that Cas had heard him. He wasn't aware he was speaking out loud and the blush spreading across his face made Cas grin, "Or I could just kiss you." Cas mused and leaned forward.

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They kissed for a long while their tongues twirling together. 
Dean and Cas looked a mess as they made their way to Cas's bedroom. All Dean could think about was the need to feel Castiel on him, in him. 

Dean fell onto the bed, pulling Cas down with him as he frantically moved his hands over Castiel's slim, muscular, body. Cas trailed kisses down Dean's neck as the man underneath him worked on getting his clothes off. Once Cas was shirtless, Dean focused on doing the same to himself. He pulled off the black cloth covering his torso and through it across the room before dragging Cas's head down to suck dark marks on his collar bone. 

Castiel nipped at the sensitive skin on Dean's neck, stomach, and chest. He left bruises that made Dean moan out in a way that seemed far to impure for even the dirtiest of dreams. Dean pushed his hips up against Cas, who was leaving another mark on the skin which covered where his shoulder meets his neck, in hopes that Castiel would 'hurry the fuck up already'. Cas had no such plans. 

He bit down harshly on the soft, smooth skin and Dean pulled in a sharp breath at the pleasure mixed with pain. 

Dean felt Cas smirk against his skin, then bite down again. Dean arched off the bed to get closer to Cas. He wanted Cas to continue, he wanted him to stop, he wanted him to fuck him, he wanted him to suck him off, or any mix of the above. He wanted too many things and nothing at all, all at once.