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Dean loves his boyfriend don't get him wrong. He loves how clueless the guy is and his blue eyes and how he's an angel and how he wears nothing but a stupid trenchcoat, the list can go on and on.
But there's some shit Dean keeps to himself and never plans to tell Cas.
Like how he likes his sex rough or how submissive he really wants to be and a million of other things he doesn't even dare say.
I mean Dean just met the guy 2 years ago and they only started dating a few months ago. They started dating December 28th 2010 if you want to be specific.
They have had sex before yes but it's nothing rough. It's nothing according to Dean's kinks. Castiel praises him sure but it's not super crazy and the angel doesn't say anything vulgar.
And the guy doesn't even know about the panties he secretly owns or how Dean wants Castiel to use his grace during sex.
Okay maybe the panties aren't Castiel's fault for not knowing but the grace is the angel's fault for sure!
I mean with angelic strength Castiel is strong enough to flip a fucking car without effort and you're telling Dean he can't use any of it during (potentially) the best sex of his life?
Castiel could break Dean's fucking arm during sex and Dean would sob out a thank you as Cas pounds into him.
He's getting ahead of himself that would hurt like a son of a bitch.
Dean is pulled out of his thoughts when the waitress at the diner put two burgers in front of him and Castiel.
Cas watches the snow fall outside on a cold January night before looking at the human eat.
"Sam will be gone for a few more days doing the case in South Carolina. My vote is we chill for a few days and wait for him to call us that he's done." Dean says. There's a case affecting both Carolinas and Sam got South Carolina while the other two got north.
"I'm fine with that plan." Castiel states. So, after they finish eating dinner, they head back to the motel.
They get back to the impala and as soon as the driver and passenger door closed, Dean kissed Cas who quickly started kissing back.
Their makeout became rougher and the angel put Dean on the latter's lap. Cas guided Dean's flannel and shirt off as the Winchester did the same but with the angel's trenchcoat and white button up shirt.
"You're so beautiful, Dean. I would fall from heaven for you. I would do anything for you. My grace acts up around you— like how it would around god."
"What?" Dean says, trying to wrap his head around that last sentence. But Castiel doesn't seem to be listening, pulling down the human's pants and boxers in one swoop and starts kissing everywhere on the younger's body.
"Wait— angel— what do you mean by your grace is reacting to me?" Dean asks and Castiel looks up at the human like he's god. Like Cas is an angel of Dean Winchester.
"An angel's grace and power is stronger around god than anyone or anything else. But my grace is reacting stronger to you than the lord himself."
"And only now you're telling me this, angel?" Castiel silences that with a kiss. "It doesn't matter. No one deserves to not fall at your feet and be devout to you. You have done so much more for the world. More than my father ever did. You protect and you love. That's what a god should do."
"You're getting a little ahead of yourself there, sunshine." Dean says but the older replies immediately with, "I don't care."
The Winchester practically gets suffocated with the angel's kisses but neither cares as the latter's pants and boxers get pushed off as well.
They stuff into the backseats and Cas sprawls Dean out on the seats and starts kissing his way down to the dripping wet and hard cock below him.
When the angel gets to the human's cock, the former takes the latter into his mouth. He takes inch by inch until he chokes on it. Dean moans as Cas doesn't seem to care about being choked as the guy is an angel, he doesn't exactly need to breathe.
Dean places his hand on Cas's hair and guides him until the angel finds a rhythm. Once Cas does, he encourages the younger to fuck his face. Which he takes up the offer.
"Fuck— sunshine—" Dean moans as his hips desperately thrust, trying to get that desperate release and it doesn't help that the older encourages it.
Dean reaches down and starts to jerk his angel off, following the same rhythm his hips are going. Cas moans around Dean's dick and starts thrusting into his hand.
"Fuckkkk— I'm going to cum— yes— fuck fuck—" Dean warns and Castiel somehow only takes him deeper which causes the former to tip over, spilling down the latter's throat.
The seraph was not far behind because after a few more strokes, he came all over baby's car seats.
"You're lucky I dig you because otherwise you'd be dead for messing up her car seats." The angel rolls his eyes but found Dean real adorable.
They drove back to the motel in silence save for Led Zeppelin playing.
When they got back to the motel, it was completely dark out and rain poured down from the sky. Dean made a run for it from baby into the motel so he didn't get to wet.
He grabbed a rag, wet it, went back outside and quickly cleaned the backseats, locked the doors, gave baby a loving pat, before heading back inside.
He then changed into his pajamas, turned on the tv, and climbed into the motel bed where Cas was already awaiting his arrival.
The options on the television were limited but there was Scooby doo and that was enough for Dean. He turned it on and it didn't take long after that for the mortal to fall asleep.
It's a hot day out on the beach. The sand under Dean's toes is toasty and it's peaceful. Sam and Charlie are playing in the water and Castiel is right beside him, making circles and other shapes along the human's back as they cuddle.
And then the feeling of the shapes stop and the hands move lower to over his groin. "Cas—" Dean says. "Take what I give you now otherwise you'll get nothing later." The Winchester lets out a small whimper before nodding.
Hands somehow travel under his swimsuit without moving them. And that's when it hit the Winchester. He opened his eyes and sure enough, the seraph's hands were by his side and instead it was Grace that was reaching into his swimsuit and starting to stroke his dick that's getting harder by the second.
It took everything in the younger to not let out a moan or any noise for that matter. "Cas—" was the only thing that the human managed to get out before his boyfriend shushed him like he wasn't the reason why Dean wanted to make these noises in the first place.
Castiel's grave strokes his cock, lubing it up with grace before setting an ungodly rhythm.
Dean struggles to keep his mouth shut but it was so fucking pleasureable. Especially when Cas kept whispering dirty praises like, "Such a good slut." The angel was too damn good at hiding what was happening while the mortal was struggling.
"I'm obsessed with you, Dean. You're perfect. I love you so much." Castiel whispered before kissing Dean, the grace still sliding against the latter's cock. Dean stutters out a response, flustered but still couldn't mentally bring himself to say those three words.
"Hey! Sam! Charlie! Me and Dean are going to go back to the house. Dean forgot he has a therapy appointment in a half hour and we have to go back to the house to change into normal clothes." Cas comes up with an excuse. Dean's therapy appointment is tomorrow not today.
"Alrightly! Have fun!" Charlie says sweetly and Sam also says his goodbyes. As soon as they get into Baby, the younger turns to the immortal and says, "What the hell, dude?!"
Castiel looks at Dean like the latter did something wrong not the former. "You wanna try that again or do you want to get spanked?"
The human opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Instead, he just puts the car into drive and starts driving.
Castiel smirks, getting an idea. He pulls down the Winchester's swim shorts and before the one in question could process what happened, the angel takes the human into his mouth. The latter tries to focus on the road while getting the best road head of his life.
Cas moves his mouth expertly as Dean pulls up to a red light. He tilts his head back and moans. Someone from the car on the other side of them definitely notice what's going on but the Winchester couldn't bring himself to care.
Dean starts driving again after the car behind him honked at him because he wouldn't move at the green light. Not his fault his boyfriend decided to blow him.
He gets to the familiar dirt path that leads into the woods. He turns the car onto the path and the bumps from the path makes Cas take Dean deeper and that makes the latter tip over the edge.
Well— at least try to. But he couldn't. Castiel's grace was blocking it. The younger lets out a pathetic whine. The angel pulls off and tells his human 'don't fuck with me' and no mouths even had to move.
Dean immediately submits, letting the seraph boss him around. They get to the cabin in the middle of the woods that they live in. Dean pulls on his swim shorts and they get out of the impala.
The older pulls the younger along and once they were in the house, Castiel throws Dean into the wall using Angel strength. It was so strong to the point where the Winchester was going to have to fix the wall up after this. But the one in question could care less about what he will have to fix later.
Dark black wings come out of Castiel's back as he takes on a dominating persona. "Are you going to be a good slut?" Dean nods desperately and Cas chuckles with a smirk. "Why do I not believe that?"
"I will be! I swear—!" Castiel roughly grabs dean's face, forces his mouth open, before spitting in it. "Swallow." And the Winchester listens. "Good." Then he lets the human go and he couldn't find his footing so he fell to the floor.
The seraph smirks, clearly thinking about something. And then he reveals his thoughts when he says, "Should I fuck you now or should I make you wear panties and show them off before I take you?"
"I'll take whatever you give me…" the mortal says, sitting up and putting his back against the wall. "Mmmm… you're lucky I don't feel like waiting to use my fuck toy."
With no care if Dean gets hurt, the immortal hauls the former up onto his feet before dragging him to their bed.
Castiel throws Dean onto their bed and climbs onto the latter. The former then kisses his boyfriend deeply.
The older pulls off his and the younger's shorts before guiding his cock inside of the latter, using the former's grace as lube as he gets in.
When the immortal is in, he gives no mercy and starts pounding into the mortal quickly. Dean sobs out a, "Fuck! Oh—"
The angel wasn't listening, using the Winchester like he's a fuck toy. And the one in question wasn't complaining.
It wasn't long before both Dean and Castiel's orgasms we're building. "Fuck— Cas ima—"
The Winchester wakes up from his wet dream to see his angel staring at him while the former practically humps the latter's leg.
Well fuck.
Castiel can sense emotions because he can see souls. Different colors represent different emotions. That's how the correlation between colors and emotions became a thing.
To name a few: a red soul means angry emotions, orange means optimistic emotions, yellow means happy emotions, green means envious emotions, blue means sad emotions, purple means calm emotions, pink means love emotions… the list goes on.
Dean's soul was glowing pink and by seeing him asleep and seeing the shade of pink, he was clearly having a wet dream.
And the seraph can also sense the fact that the human hasn't been straight up with him on what he wants in bed.
So, the older decides to take matters into his own hands via hoping into the younger's dreams.
And he saw everything.
Dean and Castiel looked at each other awkwardly and then Dean flipped, facing away from Cas, not letting the shame on his face show.
"Dean. We need to talk about it." The angel says. "About that I'm a weirdo with a bunch of weirdo kinks? Yeah I know thanks for pointing it out."
"Dean."
The human rolls his eyes in annoyance.
"Is that dream your dream life?" The angel asks. "Is what? The beach, therapy, living in a cabin in the middle of the woods, or the kinky sex?" The Winchester half jokes.
"All of it." The former replied seriously. The latter grumbles before saying, "…All of it."
"Then we'll talk about it tomorrow. You need sleep. Actual sleep. Not sleep with wet dreams."
Tomorrow did come. And it was actually an amazing talk to much of Dean's surprise. Most of the talk wasn't even about sex.
At least the first part of the talk wasn't.
They just talked about if that's the future the Winchester really wanted. The beach, therapy, cabin in the middle of the woods…
The Winchester did want it. And if he cried during that part of the talk, well, that's classified between him and his angel.
And then they got to the more sex part of the talk. They talked about the hard yeses and hard nos. They talked about BDSM, safe words…
The Winchester said he liked the more kinky side of life. He liked panties, bondage, free use (including somno), BDSM, rough sex, spitting, dom/sub dynamics, Cas to use his angel grace during sex, exhibitionism, breath play, etc.
Cas was open to try whatever Dean likes and told the latter that he'd do his research on everything Dean likes so they can try it together.
The Winchester knows that the angel loves him but he did not expect this level of dedication. But that level did exist. The angel loves his human so much and spent days researching so Dean can be a happy man. Even though the mortal is already happy enough, just dating his lovely immortal boyfriend.
After that, their sex did change. They agreed on kinks and safe words and what to do and not do. Castiel was unconfident as a dom at first but as the months pass, he slowly became more and more confident in his abilities.
Cas absolutely spoiled Dean with a bunch of different pairs of panties. Dean got thrown around and got bruise after satisfying bruise. Dean usually wanted to keep the bruises but Castiel took away all the pain.
The angel obviously felt horrible about being so rough with Dean that he gets bruises but the Winchester assures him and eggs him on. And Cas gets rough.
Like one time, Dean and Castiel just got finished with a case and they headed to a diner not to far from their brand new cabin that they bought. The whole time, the Winchester was flirting with the waitress so Castiel would get jealous.
The whole dinner, Cas stayed calm and collected. But the second they walked into their cabin, the seraph through his boyfriend into the wall and pressed his hand tightly over Dean's mouth and nose to the point where the Winchester could barely breathe.
The human pulled off just in time and Dean breathed heavily as the angel pulls off his boyfriend's clothes to reveal satin panties underneath.
"Wearing your new pair for me, aren't you, A Vors?" A literal angel calling a human an angel in the language of angels is something Dean's struggling to process. So he puts it off to the side of his brain and just nods instead.
"Good slut." And then his wings come out of his back. Dean was shocked. He thought he couldn't see angel's true forms? So how is he seeing Cas's big beautiful black wings?
Castiel, seeing his confusion, says, "You're a vessel. Being a vessel, you can perceive some parts of an angel's true visage. Their voice, wings, all their eyes… some can even perceive the whole thing."
And then before Dean could say anything, Cas stuffs his thumb into the former's mouth and starts thrusting it in and out, going deeper each time.
With his telekinesis, Castiel pulls off the Winchesters's panties and it's almost like his telekinesis reaches inside of Dean to, lubing and stretching his hole. "Fuck."
The younger groans. He reaches to stroke his dick but telekinesis also wins that aspect of Dean, attaching his hands to the wall and making them stuck there.
"Be a good toy and stay still. Toys don't move unless if I move them. They don't speak unless if I let them. Got it?" Dean nods with a whimper and throws his head back.
Castiel turns them around before throwing Dean into the other wall across from them and his hands were now stuck to the new wall, all the while his grace is still going in the mortal's hole.
Cas tilts Dean's head up and spits in his mouth which Dean greatfully swallows.
Finally, the grace pulls out of Dean and during everything, Cas's clothes must have come off too because his dick immediately finds its way into the Winchester.
Dean moans as his angel allows no adjusting before setting an inhuman pace. I mean— he's not human he's an angel so it does make sense.
All the younger could get out were groans and moans (and a few whimpers) as his boyfriend pounds into him. "You're so good, Dean. Tell me you are good."
Of course Castiel is making Dean say good things about himself. Cas knows how worthless the human feels and the angel wants—needs— it to stop.
When the Winchester couldn't bring himself to say it, a hand flies and spanks his ass. Dean still kept his mouth shut which earned him another spanking. The human got to ten spanks before he got out, "I-I'm good."
"Yes you are, my good boy. Such a good boy." Cas says, pounding harder. "O-Oh fuck… can I cum? Please let me cum…"
"Tell me ten good things about yourself then you can." Castiel says. "Cas… fuck… I can't." And then the angel stops thrusting suddenly.
"Wait— no— I'm sorry— I can… I can say things good about myself." Then Cas starts up again with a, "Go on."
"I have saved 10 lives this week." Dean says and that earns him a collarbone kiss. One. You got this Dean Winchester.
"I looked into the mirror yesterday and felt not insecure about my looks." That earns him a neck kiss. Two.
"I have felt less insecure about my kinks recently." That earns him a kiss on the jawline. Three.
"I have spoiled myself recently because I genuinely thought I deserved it." That earns him a kiss on his chin. Four.
"I didn't drink beer at all this week." That earns him a kiss on his left cheek. Five.
"I've told you about how my PTSD haunts me." That earns him a kiss on his right cheek. Six.
"I've finally found a therapist that works for me." That earns him a kiss on the forehead. Seven.
"I haven't had a suicidal thought in a few days." That earns him a kiss on the bridge of his nose. Eight.
"I've finally come to terms with that my dad wasn't a good one and I was abused as a child and I wasn't just being over dramatic." That got him a kiss on the tip of his nose. Nine.
"I'm finally starting to take my depression and ADHD medication." That got him a long kiss on the lips. Ten.
And after a few more thrusts, Dean was coming like a fucking faucet. Castiel didn't stop thrusting and after a few more moments, the angel went still and spilled his load into the human's hole.
"Good job, A vors. I love you so much." Dean wasn't one who could say I love you to anyone and Cas knew that so he wasn't expecting anything when he said that.
"I can dig you too, sunshine."