Dean p.o.v
"Dad, Pappa is coming! Pappa is coming!" the little girl with glowing blue eyes says, Claire. Our daughter. She's about 5 years old in this dream. Her blond hair is in two pigtails, her dress smudged with icing.
Crouching infront of her, I catch her mid-stride. "Okay munchkin. Why don't you go find a good hiding spot in the lounge with Uncle Sam and Uncle Gabriel so that we can surprise Pappa. Because this is a-"
"A surprise!" Claire squeals.
"Yes, now go and hide." I say, placing her back on the floor. She's decided that the best hiding spot is behind the curtains, her red shoes (curtousy of Char) stands out against the cream curtains.
When the key turns in the lock, Claire stiffles a giggle as I casually lean against the wall opposite the wall. Cas walks in. His hair disheveled, tie already askew. He seems tired, older. There are more lines around his eyes and mouth. Laugh lines I conclude as he instantly begins to smile when we make eye contact. His eyes crinkling adorably.
"Hey Cas. Have a good day?" I ask, pushing myself away from the wall to give my husband a kiss. After a few seconds we break apart. I can see the depth of the oceans in Cas' eyes and they hold a secret spark that was not there before our embrace. Almost as if on cue to remind me, Claire lets out a giggle.
With a raised eyebrow Cas looks at me, "Better now that I am home." I raise my hands in mock innocence.
*Insert 'Eye of a tiger' by Katy Perry*
"Dean, my phone is on your side." Cas mumbles, as he moulds himself against my side, draping a sleep laden hand across my stomach. His voice is deep from sleep and hell if it doesn't excite my penis. Refusing to open my eyes, I blindly search for Cas' phone to shut the damn thing up. Once I finally succeed, I sigh and turn my head to kiss Cas's head. He smells like lavender and aloe. Not his usual scent but still welcoming because it's Cas.
"I'm pretty sure we need to get up for work Cas." I say, gently nudging my once again sleeping boyfriend.
"Not yet. My alarm goes off at five." Is his response.
"Damn Cas, atleast we get to cuddle...I guess" I mumble, turning to face Cas.
Before I can get comfortable though, I feel Cas rubbing his hips against mine. Crap, my boner. I forgot! Opening my eyes, they meet Cas's. With a coy smile on his face and saphire blue eyes which have a mischievous spark, he asks in his husky voice: "Dean, would you like some help with that morning erection?"
"Fuck, sorry Cas. Forgot about it. Just give me a sec" I say, trying to wiggle away from him and his damn hips to readjust myself. Cas's strong arms hold me close, preventing me from moving away. Kissing me gently, I forget about the world. It's just the two of us. When we finally break apart he says seductively, "Dean, I want to make you think of me the whole day...". I feel his hand slip under the elastic of my boxers. Gripping my already semi erect penis, he kisses me again. This kiss is more dominant, suiting the controlled pumps he is giving me. Torturously slow, Cas pumps my shaft until I think I might explode, before he stops. Before I can complain though, "Don't worry Dean. I'm just getting the lube. By the way, I'm top."
'By the way, I'm top.' 'I'm top' That means, I'm gonna bottom...
My thoughts are disrupted when he trails burning kisses down my neck to my weak spot: the nook of my shoulder and neck. An involuntary groan leaves my lips.
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Our Little Condition
Fanfiction"Damnit" growled Dean as he wiped sweat from his brow. He never thought having to restrain himself from Cas would be this hard...
