Castiel sat on the side of Dean's bed, warily placing a hand on his shoulder. It surprised him; where he expected a soft cotton tee, he felt the muscled shoulder that was cold and sheeted with a thin layer of icey perspiration. Castiel's cheeks flushed at the thought of Dean simply not wearing a shirt around him. He thought for a moment, and decided that there was really no reason that it would make a difference if Dean had a shirt on or not, Cas wouldn't be able to see him. Would it be worse if he could? Strange questions filtered through his mind as fingertips buzzed at the cool touch.
" Dean. It's okay. " Castiel hummed, running thin fingers over a spot on his shoulder where parts of bone jutted up, creating ridges in his skin that Castiel yearned to trace and memorize.
It was a sudden thing, this type of falling, but Dean gave off such an air to him that Castiel felt helpless. Even so, Dean jerked away from the fiery touch.
" Castiel. What the hell. " He grumbled, inching away. Though his words were harsh, his tone was surprisingly not.
Castiel pulled his hand back with an unmoving expression, but he left it, frozen in the air as Dean rejected the comfort he had offered.
Dean felt the heat rise in his face and from his toes, trailing flames throughout his body. Cas shifted. They faced each other now, almost directly, with Cas facing a little left, for he couldn't pinpoint Dean's exact location.
" Cas..." Dean murmured, and Castiel became confused. His advance had been rejected, but Dean's tones, he could tell, spoke volumes. Every cell in his body screamed to move closer, but Castiel strained a pathetic attempt to hold back.
They both knew, neither one was dumb enough to miss it.
And then suddenly, unexpectedly, like waves reddened lips crashed together, pulling them into their own separate, momentary paradise. Fingers slid into hair and limbs slowly, wildly tangled together as they leaned into kisses.
Castiel set himself free, mapping kisses up and down every inch of Dean's neck, and his taut-muscled shoulders. Dean tasted like whiskey, and Cas; sweet black coffee. The mix was dizzying, it was a potent smell that radiated between the two.
Dean's kisses were soft, and hesitant. Ironically, in the moments where happiness buzzed through him at the mere touch of Castiel's slender fingers, Dean wouldn't believe it. It confused him to no end, but he pressed and pulled closer to Castiel, confiding in his porcelain skin.
Heads swimming with lust, they felt the mirrored tension caught up in clothes that suffocated skin, and figured it best to remove it through a series of nips and low, breathy moans.
Dean's freckle painted hands snaked up Castiel's thin white shirt, locking them on his shoulders and lifting at the elbows, removing the layer that separated them.
Confirming where exactly Dean was placed on the bed, Castiel crawled forwards, grabbing his wrists with gentle persuasion. He pushed and Dean leaned back. His head by a pillow, he stared up at the ceiling blankly. Straddled and set down, his eyes went in and out of focus, his heart raced uncontrollably.
He let his hands loosen at Dean's wrists. Slowly they crept up his arms and paused for a moment to tangle at his neck, leaving trails of open-mouthed kisses from his lips down to his throat, where he stopped shifting, but fixated on the particular groove in his neck that made Dean's toes curl.
His hands kept moving though, carefully kneading, slipping his fingers in the loose waistband of the track pants Dean wore. He had a hand on each hip and was tugging slowly, with gentle ease.
Dean pulsed beneath him, reciprocated with every move Cas made, up until Cas began to tug at the pants.
" Stop, " he pleaded breathlessly. His voice would have driven Cas crazy, had it not contained a certain hitch that he recognized all too well. Pulling his hands away and placing them on Dean's cheeks, Cas's eyebrows bent in gentle confusion.
A warm wet greeted Castiel's fingertips. Tears.
Underneath him, Dean's chest heaved and Cas slipped his hand around to the back of Dean's neck, loosening the death grip his thighs had on Dean's waist. He leaned his face closer, so their foreheads rested upon one another. He was about to ask what had made Dean stop, but was interrupted.
" Sam's dead, Cas. He's gone, baby. He was in the barn, the chair, that girl--"
What he spoke of made little to no sense to Cas, but he nodded as if he knew. Dean choked, and Cas kissed his cheek gently.
" God damn I'd love to keep going, baby, but he's gone. " Dean choked, and Cas knew. He knew the pain, but as he had done with every other damned problem in his life, he pushed it down. He had mourned, but he was over with it. Dean obviously held Sam close to him, and Cas had never known that, but god, did he ever know that it would have been a hell of a lot easier to have someone coddle him through it.
" Shhh, " Cas soothed.
" Do you want me to go, because--"
Dean's response was a quick tug at Castiel's middle, bringing him down upon his chest, as the two clutched each other closely.
The picture was odd, really, two tall men, one's feet almost dangling of the bed, the other resting along the length of his body. In unison they let out perfect breaths, and without realizing, it had begun to rain.
Between the soft patter of rain on their motel windows, the smell of the whiskey and coffee, and the soft, mirrored breaths, Castiel was lulled back to sleep in the crook of Dean's neck.
And with the raven haired man asleep, for the first time in so long, Dean let himself cry.
{{A/N;; WOWOWOWOWOWOW GUYS. this was rly awkward to write considering i am a straight, female virgin and not a gay man yaknow. so this is my attempt at almost smut, to make things clear, they were rly going to fuck and then dean stopped bc he was not emotionally prepared with the shit that's gon down. ya feel. --i rly hope you guys enjoyed this chapter bc i worked my ass off writing this. but a side note, you guys are freaking amazing, each view, comment or vote i get brightens my day by like 300000%, and today alone i think we got 20 views? LIKE WOW ILY GUYS♥♥♥ KEEP BEIN FABULOUS YOU PERVOS}}
{{ side note, to that whole mess up there ^^ it is like several months after writing this fic, and with all the attention it's been getting i just wanted to let u guys know that the straight female bit i spoke about up there??? not rly so straight lmao}}
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