Dean's mind was so far away from the fact that he was getting one year older. There was probably a lot of things they could focus their energies on than celebrating 'fearless leader' turning thirty-four. But it seemed something that was important enough by Cas's standards. He was...really, just happy to fall asleep next to him rather than having to deal with the charade of a party and intended to avoid people at all costs. A lot of the survivors didn't get that Dean had more important things on his mind. Above all -- Cas didn't seem to get it either but he was forgiven for the most part.
A low groan rattled through him as his body reacted quicker than his mind to what Castiel was doing before he dropped his hand to the top of the former angel's head, balling up his fist in his hair. "Fuck," he sighed a little. For a moment, he forgot there was even a "special occasion".
"As you wish," he chided. Cas took most of his tip into his mouth and gave it a little suck. He wasn't the best at blow jobs. He didn't have any experience in them outside of Dean, but because of that- he knew exactly what Dean liked. He played to his strengths.
Sure, Dean could say he'd had better blow jobs in the back of the Impala by some co-ed with a daddy complex. It didn't mean he didn't enjoy whatever Cas did to him. Hell, in Dean's world since Castiel invaded he was pretty sure Cas did a lot of things better than people with minimal effort. But that was just an extremely biased opinion on his end. The fearless leader bit back a groan as his entire body hummed in reaction to the single movement. "You're getting a lil better at this." He joked, smirking a little.
Cas returned with a broad grin, and took all of him into his mouth. He pulled back with an audible smack and fondled Dean's goods a little while raking a hand down the sinewy expanse of Dean's chest. He leaned back down to take it a little further. He wanted Dean to be rock solid in his mouth.
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A low groan rattled through him as his body reacted quicker than his mind to what Castiel was doing before he dropped his hand to the top of the former angel's head, balling up his fist in his hair. "Fuck," he sighed a little. For a moment, he forgot there was even a "special occasion".
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