[fic] Just like a Woman - Chapter 7
Dean felt like he'd slept for a week when he woke up the next morning. His body feeling more relaxed than it had in a long time.
Opening his eyes he tried to remember what had happened before he'd passed out. His hands immediately grabbing at his crotch as he remembered.
“Thank fuck for that!” He spoke out loud as his hands came into contact with his dick. He was back to normal, and it felt so good.
“You going to sit there all morning playing with yourself, or are you going to actually get up today?”
Dean jumped as Sam spoke from the entrance to the bathroom, a smile playing on his lips.
“Hey, Sammy.” Dean smiled, “I'm a real boy.”
“Well the real boy needs to get dressed. We've got to meet with Bobby's contact in twenty minutes.”
Dean swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Noticing for the first time that he was wearing a pair of boxers, and not the clothes he'd fallen asleep in. “Do I even want to ask?”
“No and we're never going to speak of it.” Sam replied.
“Good enough for me. Now get out the way, I need a shower, and twenty minutes is far too short a time to get properly re-acquainted with myself.”
Sam pulled a face, “Dude seriously, I do not need to know about your masturbation habits.”
Dean just grinned. Maybe it was high time he gave Chuck a call, he hadn't spoken with the prophet for a while after all.
Dean stepped into the shower, drinking in the sight of his body. It was just how it should be, taught and masculine, and most importantly lacking in boobs, and a vagina.
He really, really had missed having a penis.
Stepping under the warm spray, Dean lathered himself up, enjoying feeling his body back to normal, and he really wasn't kidding about getting properly re-acquainted with himself. Taking his dick in his hand he stroked it leisurely bringing it to hardness.
Closing his eyes he brought up the memory of him and Castiel in the car, how Castiel had worked those magic fingers so well, he breath shuddered as he remembered the orgasm ripping through him, how he'd tasted when Castiel had kissed him, his tongue coated in his juices. How good Castiel's cock felt inside him, and how skilled Castiel had been, even though he'd never had any practical experience.
Dean came with his hand pressed against the tiles, the hand wrapped around his cock squeezing every last drop out.
That really was the best way to start the day.
Twenty minutes later, Dean had made certain that everything was still in working order downstairs, whilst having vivid flashbacks to his and Castiel's workout in the car, gotten dressed in his regular clothes, and practically bounced all the way out to the impala.
“So what's it feel like to be back in your own body?” Sam asked as they got in the car.
“It feels like all my Christmases have come at once. I am going to miss having a pair of boobs to fondle whenever I want though, and I am going to miss the multiple orgasms.”
Sam choked, as Dean beamed at him, “Seriously Sam, girls have got it good.”
“And yet again I am scarred for life.”
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother, “just say the word Sam and I'm sure we can get Gabriel to turn you female too, and think about it, he wouldn't even have to change all that much.”
Despite the fact that Dean had just insulted him, Sam couldn't help but smile, “It's good to have you back Dean.”
Dean turned to Sam and smiled, “it's good to be back.”
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Books safely on their persons, Dean and Sam returned to Bobby's with a crate of beer and in the mood to celebrate.
Lucifer may have still been on their asses, but Dean was back to normal, and there wasn't anything that desperately needed their attention. Tonight they were going to celebrate and kick back.
Even though the beer had been Dean's suggestion, he wasn't partaking as much as Sam and Bobby. The beer was good, really good, but he didn't want to get too drunk.
Because if everything went his way, he'd want to be sober enough to enjoy every minute of what he had planned.
Waiting until Sam and Bobby where deep into a drunken debate about something he really didn't understand. Dean slipped outside onto the porch. His hand held tightly around his phone. He hadn't seen Castiel since Gabriel had left and he wanted to make sure that everything was okay between the two of them, and that Castiel still wanted whatever it was that was between them.
Taking a deep breath he was about to open his phone, when the tell tale sound of wings beating filled the air, and Castiel was suddenly standing in front of him.
“I was just about to call you.” Dean held up his phone. “Gabriel kept his promise.” He smiled.
Castiel took a long sweeping look at him, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “I can see.”
“So…” Dean was about to ask Castiel if he still liked what he could see, the words dying on his lips as Castiel moved into his personal space, claiming his lips.
“I guess that's a yes then.” Dean spoke between kisses, his dick standing up, pressing itself against Castiel's own erection.
This was different, a good different though. His first kiss with Castiel as a man, and it was even better than it had been when he was female. He was kissing Castiel with his own lips, running his own hands over Castiel's body. It was new and familiar at the same time and he wanted more of it.
“I think we should move this to somewhere a little more private.” Dean managed to break free of the kiss long enough to speak.
Within seconds they were upstairs in Bobby's spare bedroom. There were definitely advantages to dating an angel. Not that they were actually dating of course.
“This is going to be a lot different.” Dean spoke as he and Castiel worked on each others clothes, desperate to get them out of the way so that they could get down to business.
“I know.” Castiel murmured, nipping at Dean's collarbone, slowing down their frantic desperation, as he stripped Dean of his shirt.
Letting out a low moan, Dean rolled his head back. His hands stopping what they were doing as he revelled in the feel of Castiel's mouth on his skin.
“Dean.” Castiel murmured against Dean's neck.
“Mmm” was all Dean could manage as a reply, his mind far too content with being overloaded with arousal, to form any coherent thought.
“I think that it would be more advantageous if both of us were naked during this venture.”
Dean pulled his attention back to Castiel, a smile playing on his lips, “you know Cas, a simple me, you, naked now! Would have done the trick.”
Castiel captured Dean's lips again, before pulling back, his voice low and dangerous sending a wave of pleasure through Dean from head to toe, “me, you, naked now.”
“See?” Dean said grabbing at Castiel's pants, unzipping them and helping them drop to the floor, “that works much better.”
Clothing quickly dispensed of, Castiel crowded up against Dean, his hands running over Dean's body as he pushed him down onto the bed.
Dean arched himself up against Castiel a huge smile etched on his face as he got full body contact, a low moan escaping his lips, as Castiel nipped his neck, while ghosting his hand over the hand print he'd left burned into Dean's flesh all those months ago.
Castiel worked his way down Dean's body, lavishing attention over every inch of his flesh, stopping only when he got to Dean's erect penis.
Focusing all his attention on Castiel, Dean scrunched his hands up in the bed sheets, his whole body tingling with anticipation. His hips bucked up as Castiel's mouth wrapped itself around his erection, the angel's tongue stroking his shaft driving Dean wild with pleasure. Dean didn't know how much of this he could take before he unwound completely.
If he thought Castiel's mouth was good when he was a female, having Castiel's mouth wrapped around his dick was even better.
Dean was on the edge, he could feel his orgasm building up, and before he could warn Castiel, he spilled his hot seed into the angel's mouth, and Castiel lapped up every drop.
Castiel licked his lips as he withdrew from Dean's spent cock, before crawling back up Dean's body to kiss him deeply.
“Still like the way I taste?” Dean asked between breaths as he recovered from his orgasm and the pretty spectacular kiss that he's just shared with Castiel.
“There is not much about you, Dean, that I do not like.” Castiel replied with a smile, before kissing Dean again.
Their limbs tangled up together as the kiss got more heated, Castiel's erection rubbing up against Dean, and the hunters dick giving an appreciative twitch, despite the fact that he'd just come.
Dean inched himself up the bed, dragging Castiel with him. His hand reaching out towards the bedside table, only breaking the kiss when he found what he was looking for.
“You're going to have to prepare me.” Dean said to Castiel, as he held up a bottle of lube.
Castiel nodded, and took the bottle from Dean, sitting up he let Dean get into position, before squeezing some of the cold gel onto his hands, and warming it up.
Dean watched curiously as Castiel worked with absolute methodical concentration. He didn't need guiding at all, as he slipped one finger into Dean's hole, before easing a second one in, stretching Dean out with masterful ease.
Taking the lube from Castiel, Dean squeezed some onto his own hands, before taking Castiel's hard dick in his hands and lubing it up.
“Are you ready, Dean?”
Dean nodded at Castiel's question, he'd never been more ready for anything in his life.
Castiel eased his dick into Dean's tight hole, slowly and steadily. His eyes were locked onto Dean's face, watching every twitch and movement careful not to hurt him.
Dean's breath hitched as Castiel filled him, bucking his hips up impatiently, letting Castiel know that he could take him. Castiel got the message and filled Dean completely, both of them letting out moans of pleasure.
Puling Castiel forward Dean kissed him roughly and rocked his hips, setting the the speed and rhythm he wanted them to go at, they moved as one, deep guttural moans filling the air, as Castiel slammed into Dean.
The bed springs creaked as Dean let Castiel fuck him into the mattress, a sound that Dean was pretty sure was echoing through the house, letting Bobby and Sam know exactly where he'd gone, and what he was doing.
Dean couldn't bring himself to care though, all he cared about was the glorious feeling of having Castiel buried deep inside him.
Sweat glistened on their bodies, making their skin slick as they grabbed at each other. Castiel bent his head, licking salty sweat off Dean collarbone, before burying his head in the crock of Dean's neck and his body shuddered as he came inside Dean.
With a smile on his face Dean stared up at the ceiling content in the post coital afterglow. If he ever saw Gabriel again, he was going to have to thank that son of a bitch, after he punched him in the jaw.