[ References to God and angels and what Castiel once was are always going to sting, but of all the people Cas has known, Dean is the only one who really understands him: what Cas was, what he lost, who he is now. It doesn't make the reminder any less painful, when Dean says it. In some ways, it hurts worse. But it's a good kind of pain. Cleansing. Purification by fire. Cas laughs from his chest, breathless and quiet against Dean's mouth. His fingers slide from Dean's hips to his lower back, dragging him in close, and he sucks in the groan Dean makes like oxygen. ]
Hallelujah.
[ Dean's hands are already tugging at his pants, so Cas braces his arms against the car door over his head and uses the momentum of Dean's hands and the friction of his body to wiggle out of his pants and kick them out of the way. Much more satisfying that way. There's almost no space to breathe, cramped in the backseat as they are, and that's wonderful. All there's room for is huffing against Dean's mouth and grinding against him, and if Cas weren't already achingly hard from all those deep kisses on the hood earlier, just rubbing against Dean like this in close quarters would be enough for him. It's bliss.
His pants dangling around one shin, as close to gone as they're going to get at the moment, Cas arches against Dean with a satisfied hum, threads his fingers through Dean's hair, and pulls him back in to luxuriate in more of those slow, deep kisses. ]
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Hallelujah.
[ Dean's hands are already tugging at his pants, so Cas braces his arms against the car door over his head and uses the momentum of Dean's hands and the friction of his body to wiggle out of his pants and kick them out of the way. Much more satisfying that way. There's almost no space to breathe, cramped in the backseat as they are, and that's wonderful. All there's room for is huffing against Dean's mouth and grinding against him, and if Cas weren't already achingly hard from all those deep kisses on the hood earlier, just rubbing against Dean like this in close quarters would be enough for him. It's bliss.
His pants dangling around one shin, as close to gone as they're going to get at the moment, Cas arches against Dean with a satisfied hum, threads his fingers through Dean's hair, and pulls him back in to luxuriate in more of those slow, deep kisses. ]