[ Isn't Dean lucky to have someone in his lap who knows his homophobic hang-ups so well? Yeah, lucky. That's the word for it, definitely, as Cas grins against Dean's mouth and kneels up, putting just enough space between them to slide a hand over Dean's dick and squeeze him through his jeans. ]

Mmm... Okay. If you'd rather carry me across the front lawn and throw me into the back seat while I scream, "Yes, Dean, fuck me, I'm yours," I'm game.

[ Sex is easy. Easy to get into, easy to excuse, easy to forgive. Things like I need you, I love you, I'm sorry are so much more damning. Cas isn't expecting Dean to say anything. Just being close to him like this, as often as Dean will let him, is enough. ]