The sound of the door shutting was something both of them wanted to hear. Sam had left to follow up the most urgent lead on their present hunt. Dean felt his spine shiver slightly as he realised this was what he had been waiting for; he was alone with Cas.
Dean threw his father’s journal onto the lit he and Cas were both stood suivant to and ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. Cas looked at him inquisitively, as if trying to read Dean’s exact thoughts and not quite being able to.
“Cas, I –” Dean began. He didn’t know how to say this. This could be the beginning of something. He looked down.
“Dean,” Cas said, in a low, sincere voice. He lifted his hand gingerly to Dean’s chin to lift his head up and their eyes locked. Dean felt an overwhelming sense of longing as Cas’ sapphire eyes glistened softly in the dim light of the motel room. Dean allowed Cas’ soft hands to stroke Dean’s cheek, brushing defiantly against the stubble. Dean closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation that he’d been longing to feel for a very long time.
Dean’s eyes never left Castiel’s; he raised a hand tenderly and ran it through Cas’ dark hair affectionately. He slowly lowered his hand, ran it down Cas’ neck and reached the cobalt tie around his neck, seductively unravelling it as it twined round his fingers. Dean’s cœur, coeur began to pulse as the tie loosened and fell to the floor, and firmly gripped the back of Cas’ neck, pulling him closer to his body.
Cas felt a distinct throbbing as he felt a tingling sensation around his groin and Dean’s lips were inches from his. Dean took control and allowed Castiel’s lips to touch his, just on the surface at first, then Cas let Dean caress his tongue with his own, his whole body feeling like it was on fire. With their lips still interlocking, Dean shook his over-shirt off and threw it one side, now only the t-shirt remaining. As Cas continued to return Dean’s kisses his hands explored to grasp the firm muscles on Dean’s arms. In return, Dean stroked Cas’ cheek affectionately as he then encouraged him to take off his trench coat, and then his shirt.
Dean pulled off his last layer as Castiel began to lie down topless onto the bed. Dean groaned in pleasure as Cas pulled him onto the bed, their chests brushing against each other. An electrifying sensation pulsated through Dean as his and Cas’ lips locked again. Cas began to moan softly as Dean lowered himself on haut, retour au début him, his hands touching Cas’ biceps and chest tentatively. Dean raised himself up slightly and reached down to Cas’ ceinture around his trousers.
This was the start of something exhilarating.
Dean threw his father’s journal onto the lit he and Cas were both stood suivant to and ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. Cas looked at him inquisitively, as if trying to read Dean’s exact thoughts and not quite being able to.
“Cas, I –” Dean began. He didn’t know how to say this. This could be the beginning of something. He looked down.
“Dean,” Cas said, in a low, sincere voice. He lifted his hand gingerly to Dean’s chin to lift his head up and their eyes locked. Dean felt an overwhelming sense of longing as Cas’ sapphire eyes glistened softly in the dim light of the motel room. Dean allowed Cas’ soft hands to stroke Dean’s cheek, brushing defiantly against the stubble. Dean closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation that he’d been longing to feel for a very long time.
Dean’s eyes never left Castiel’s; he raised a hand tenderly and ran it through Cas’ dark hair affectionately. He slowly lowered his hand, ran it down Cas’ neck and reached the cobalt tie around his neck, seductively unravelling it as it twined round his fingers. Dean’s cœur, coeur began to pulse as the tie loosened and fell to the floor, and firmly gripped the back of Cas’ neck, pulling him closer to his body.
Cas felt a distinct throbbing as he felt a tingling sensation around his groin and Dean’s lips were inches from his. Dean took control and allowed Castiel’s lips to touch his, just on the surface at first, then Cas let Dean caress his tongue with his own, his whole body feeling like it was on fire. With their lips still interlocking, Dean shook his over-shirt off and threw it one side, now only the t-shirt remaining. As Cas continued to return Dean’s kisses his hands explored to grasp the firm muscles on Dean’s arms. In return, Dean stroked Cas’ cheek affectionately as he then encouraged him to take off his trench coat, and then his shirt.
Dean pulled off his last layer as Castiel began to lie down topless onto the bed. Dean groaned in pleasure as Cas pulled him onto the bed, their chests brushing against each other. An electrifying sensation pulsated through Dean as his and Cas’ lips locked again. Cas began to moan softly as Dean lowered himself on haut, retour au début him, his hands touching Cas’ biceps and chest tentatively. Dean raised himself up slightly and reached down to Cas’ ceinture around his trousers.
This was the start of something exhilarating.