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winchester_lost

Before the Showdown

Jul 01, 2011 04:40

It was the night before. Tomorrow they were moving out, and they were going to take the Colt and try to kill Lucifer. Kill Sam. He still didn't like the thought. He understood that in this time Sam was Lucifer's vessel, and he liked to think that he'd done everything he could to find another solution ( Read more... )

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seekthesilence July 1 2011, 09:04:31 UTC

The orgy was over, had been for hours. He talked a big game when he talked about this, but mostly Dean, the Dean from now, didn't ask. Not since the first time. They were in the middle of an Apocalypse, the earth was plagued and it was unlikely they'd win this. And Castiel was human ( ... )

winchester_lost July 1 2011, 10:30:09 UTC

Dean opened the door, stepping in and letting the door close behind him as he looked over Cas. The man looked as if he'd just pulled his hand from his pants, the air heavy with marijuana and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on... maybe incense? It would go with the pre-orgy talk he'd overheard about dragonfly eyes. Seriously, he got the women and the alcohol, but the new age talk was a bit weird. But, he supposed chicks did dig that stuff. Whatever ( ... )

seekthesilence July 1 2011, 10:53:38 UTC

Castiel laughed, then, remembering what Dean was talking about. How he'd planned to spend the night sitting quietly, doing nothing at all, and how differently that night had gone from his plan ( ... )

winchester_lost July 1 2011, 11:13:39 UTC

“That was days ago for me, Cas. Of course I remember ( ... )

seekthesilence July 1 2011, 11:31:22 UTC

Cas brightened when he realized that it had just been days, and he looked like he might start laughing again. Of course it had just been days. And Dean remembered a Castiel who was awkward and guilt ridden and unsure of what was going on, every step of the way, but who'd taken the lead nonetheless.

Castiel saw Dean looking, saw the way he was checking him out, and he grinned openly, the stretch finally coming to an end, hands moving back down over his torso as he shifted, sitting forwards a little. He looked up at Dean, not missing the fact that he was already hard. Dean was always quick to join the party.

"You're talking to a man who spent the day with… eight or nine women, I lost count," he waved his hand dismissively, reaching to take up his glass and finished what was left in it. "I know how to have a good time… believe me, I do ( ... )

winchester_lost July 1 2011, 12:07:14 UTC

Eight or nine women. He watched as Cas emptied his glass, and he swallowed at the way that the man said he knew how to have a good time. He still was having trouble wrapping his head around Cas as an orgy-loving, drunken stoner. A lovably scruffy one whose blue eyes were all lust and suggestion, and the way he crawled over to him had Dean struggling to hold onto coherent thought ( ... )

seekthesilence July 1 2011, 12:19:48 UTC

He got him down, caught his wrists and kissed him hard. Dean felt good, solid beneath his body, different from the women earlier. That had been all soft touch, a daze of foreplay and lazy pleasure. This was different, it was hot and immediate and joyous. Dean was moving, jerking his hips, he was fighting it even though he wanted it ( ... )

winchester_lost July 1 2011, 13:46:42 UTC

Dean gasped as Cas wrestled his hands down to the pillows, his attempt to flip them just leaving him with the other man clinging to his tee-shirt. Lips brushing against the side of his neck, warm pleasure in the touches, in the way hot breath whispered against his skin. He swallowed as Cas said he didn't buy it, his heart racing from the feeling of that firm body pressing down against him ( ... )

seekthesilence July 1 2011, 22:35:05 UTC

Dean asked him how many of his kinks he was aware of, and Castiel grinned against his ear, letting the soft scruff of days forgotten stubble drag over Dean's chin as he pulled away, as he sat up slowly. The way he moved said intoxication, but more than that, more than that it just reeked of sex. Of wanting it, of confidence that he was good at it, of the awareness that he was desirable. He shifted slowly, hips moving side to side invitingly, a slow sensual rolling motion, bringing their erections tight together save for their clothes.

"All of them," he said. It wasn't cocky, wasn't like he was bragging, it was just a fact. He knew the things that Dean hadn't told anyone else, knew those secret desires that he hadn't dared voice to anyone else, the things he wanted, the things he needed just to be able to feel sometimes. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside, making a show of it but not wasting his time, because he wanted them naked. He wanted Dean naked, he wanted to feel the bare skin beneath his hands ( ... )