Cursed to Love You ~ Destiel Smut

Chapter Seven

   "Dean, I wanted to," the angel hesitated, "I wished to know how to have sex," Dean raised his eyebrows in question, "I would like to have sex with you,"

   The hunter's eyes widened, meeting with blue, "Damnit, Cas," he growled, leaning in.

   Castiel moved his mouth down, kissing along Dean's skin. The stubble of a beard scratching against Cas’ cheeks. He didn't mind. The smell of after shave and pie, and the feel of leather seats and remainders of a beard… It was Dean, and Cas wanted all of it. He wanted to feel Dean, more than he had the one night weeks before, he wanted to feel all of Dean. He wanted to feel the inside of Dean's mouth, to feel Dean surrounding him.

   He wanted to smell nothing but Dean.

   It was all the angel could think about. He had wanted this for so long, thinking- knowing Dean wanted it just as bad but always second guessing. Because what if he was wrong? What if it was Cas being hopeful and always misreading the situations, the thoughts?

   Tired of dancing around each other, around their emotions because God knew if it were up to Dean they would just keep dancing. Never moving forward. Just perpetually on the edge of friendship and being something more.

   And now they were finally there.

   After all those almost ‘I love yous’ they were finally there and they were finally making a move. Dean was finally opening up, through all of his emotional constipation, he was opening up. And Castiel would be damned if he messed this up, if he waited any longer and missed his chance.

   They were there and Cas finally knew how to proceed, knew how to do it. After all of the years, all of the emotions, every confession that was so close but not quite there, they were finally in the moment both of them had been waiting for.

   Finally kissing. Finally letting in all of their emotions. Finally just feeling each other. No boundaries. No faking. No awkward glances or steps back. They were there and this was happening. Finally.

   "You are sure you want this, Dean?" the doubt.

   "Yes. Yes Cas, you son of a bitch. I want this. Please." emotions in the open.

   It was finally happening. "Shall we move this to the back seat?" Cas asked, between kisses down dreams neck, pausing to nibble on the hunter's pulse point before soothing it over with his tongue.

  "Yes, dammit--" a gasp and quiet shit, "yes, please."

   Cas looked up, pulling his mouth from Dean's neck and placing a quick peck on his lips before scrambling out of the doors, adjusting uncomfortably as he waited for Dean to unlock the back.

   Click

   Castiel pulled the door open, still being gentle because Dean would kill him if he did anything to this car. He sat impatiently, tapping his knee and readjusting, feeling himself harden.

  Dean tore open the door on the other side, climbing in and kissing Cas. Placing his hands on either side of Cas' head, pulling him closer. The kiss sloppy, and needed, and uncontrolled and all of the emotions they had been holding back for so many years. All of the emotions finally coming out, all in one kiss.

   Castiel pulled back slightly, panting as he spoke, "Dean, the door."

   "Screw the door."

   "People will see," Cas warned, pulling away further, resisting every part of his body that wanted to just move closer, to be flush against each other until there was no space left.

   Dean heaving a sigh, reaching back and pulling it closed. "Happy?" Dean smirked, gripping at the small black hairs at the base of Cas' skull, pulling the angel closer again.

   Castiel smiled, placing a deep kiss, shrugging off his trench coat. There was still too much space between them, and the clothes just kept adding to it. They could be so much closer without them.

   Cas just wanted to be closer. It wasn't in his will. Every part of his body was screaming at him. Telling him to just get closer because the distance between them was impossible and they needed to be closer.

   "Cas," Dean breathed against the angel's lips. "Cas, please. I need you."