I Want To

I'm Feeling Good

   (A/N: Que music!!)

  Dean awoke once again to the twittering of birds, feeling sore and dehydrated. He shifted and moaned a little too loudly. He forgot about the plug.

     "Dean? Are you awake?"

Dean heard Cas calling for him on the other side of the door.

    "Yeah Cas, I'm up!" Dean called back through the door.

      Castiel came in with a bottle of water and Dean felt like Cas could read his mind. Cas went to the side of the room searching for something. Dean stared at Cas, taking a longer look, ravaging him with his eyes.
Cas had on some fitted jogging pants that gripped his ass perfectly, he was shirtless and the muscles in his back complimented his broad shoulders. His dark hair was damp and messy, the sex hair that Dean loved so much.

     Castiel's worried face broke Dean out of his trance. Cas had finally found the oil he was looking for and strode to the bed. Dean cocked his eyebrow at Cas, afraid that he'd regret all this and it was just the heat of the moment that brought them two together. Dean didn't want him to regret it, he tried to be a good boy. He probably fucked something up-- as usual. His heart started pounding in his chest.

     "Drink this," Cas stated in a monotone voice.

     Dean drunk the whole bottle and waited for further instructions, trying not to test the ice that was already seemed thin. Cas looked at him like he was an injured animal. A hurt puppy, or a turtle on its back, trying and repeatedly failing, to turn off its back.

      "Cas what's wrong, did something happen?" Dean asked. He couldn't bear the way Castiel was looking at him. Dean had received that look before, and his life had almost gone to hell because of it.

    Castiel looked at Dean with the most awe, as if Dean had just saved his grandmother's life by giving her his kidney.

     "Are you serious? Are you just going to pretend like... like I- I didn't go overboard last night?" Castiel looked down ashamed, and guilty.

      What the hell is he even friggin talking about?? He was amazing both last night and earlier this morning.
Dean's was astonished at how Castiel could feel as if he had hurt Dean, or made him uncomfortable in any way. He thought that how he basically came untouched when Cas's dick was down his throat, was sign enough that was was fine, more than fine!

     "Castiel you didn't hurt me!" Dean half-shouted, trying to get the point across. Cas looked up and he put those icy, glistening, baby blues that Dean loved so much, on his summer, candy apple green, ones and held a stare.

     "I didn't?" Cas asked quietly. As if he really didn't want to hear the answer but he needed to.

     "Of course not! I would've told you if you did! Castiel you were amazing. You made me feel good. Last night I came more than I had since High School. And I woke up wanting more of you. That's why I pulled off that little stunt. I thought you would get that I had the best sex of my life when I came in my panties, untouched I must add because your dick was down my throat!!" Dean quickly shuts up. That last part wasn't meant to come out but he was glad he got it off his chest anyway. 

      "Dean-" Cas started but was cut off by Dean's lips on his.

     The two shared a more passionate kiss than the ones they had before. Dean tasted like cinnamon and Cas tasted like honey and they spent the day in bed that had cuddles and Netflix.

       "I'm feeling good," Dean said before he drifted to sleep. Lastly feeling a pair of now-familiar lips on his temple.