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[ Language between people has always been complicated to Castiel. People lie, they're sarcastic, they use references as metaphors, they joke through sensitive issues, they say what they don't mean. He's spent so much of the last five years trying to adapt in myriad ways. Now he understands sarcasm and brandishes it as weapon. But lies and hidden truths, he still struggles with. "You know why," Dean has said, but Cas doesn't. There's nothing incredible about him. He is the personification, the very essence, of failure. The two possibilities, "You know why" and "You needed release; I was familiar," vie for attention in Cas's mind, and he shoves the thoughts violently away. His chest presses into Dean's hands as pulls Dean back down by the neck and lifts himself up to hush him and demand more kisses, instead. ]

I know... what I said was, "make it last," but...

[ Cas peppers the words softly between kisses to Dean's lips, and the corner of his mouth, and his jaw as he drops a hand to the seat and slides back, just a little, for leverage. He kisses Dean's neck and drags his teeth over his pulse gently as he slides his hand over Dean's chest, his stomach, and down between them to stroke his cock. ]

Dean... Please, I need you.

[ Yeah, it's not difficult to make Cas beg, apparently. ]