DEERINGTON INBOX

[foolintherain]

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"The phone has an incredible camera function on it as well as a very powerful flashlight. It also has a night vision setting, though the night vision setting drains the battery very fast. The regular battery life of these phones is 24 hours, but using the night vision will shorten the life span to only 8 hours."

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[venatoris]

[ The Impala's backseat is only so big, so they're treated to a lot of grinding against one another in the shuffle to remove clothing. There's no complaints from Dean - he has to admire the view, watching intently as Cas wriggles out of his pants, lifts his hips and presses right against Dean as he drinks in the sight below him.

His own jeans are annoyingly snug around his cock, so he does some moving around himself, yanking at the zipper and shoving at them even as Cas drags him back in for slow, lapping kisses that leave Dean's head spinning, heart pounding sharp and heavy in his chest. He doesn't want to break from the kiss, too hungry for soft lips he's just now getting a taste of in Deerington.

His own stubbornness over the years is infuriating, because Cas hasn't made his interest any secret, not really. Dean was just too blind and stupid to see it.

Once he gets his jeans shoved down, he's pulling back just to take a moment to look down at Cas and marvel, run his hands down over his chest and belly, touch light, almost reverent. ]

You...are incredible. [ It slips out before Dean can stop himself and he looks embarrassed, because talk about being soft and lame as hell. ]

[foolintherain]

[ 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. ]

[venatoris]

[ Humans are masters at nuance, at saying one thing and meaning another, at half truths and hidden meanings. An entire conversation can be held with just body language and eye contact, the brush of fingers over skin, a shy smile. You know why, Cas. You do. Maybe you're not admitting it to yourself, maybe Dean needs to grow a set and make the words happen, but deep down, you know.

Dean looks down at Cas and he sees him in new ways every time; his head in Dean's lap, the brush of his fingers over Dean's lips, how Cas pulled him down for a kiss, and Dean didn't resist.

He resists now, though, shivering at those warm fingers wrapping around his aching cock, tipping his head so he can catch Cas' lower lip briefly between his teeth before letting go. ]

Not yet. I want to make this last.

[ He sure hopes Cas packed some lube in that kit he brought out, cause that's what he's fumbling for, groping along the floorboard for cold plastic. HE doesn't need it quite yet, but he wants it handy for later. ]

[foolintherain]

[ As obvious as Cas has always made himself where Dean is concerned, there was never any doubt in Cas's mind that Dean cared about him. Dean is kind. He's infinitely loving, and that Dean is the closest thing Castiel has ever had to a friend is a real, inarguable truth. But anything that Dean could consider "incredible" about Castiel is a relic of the past.

Anyway, sex is honest, and it's easy. It's naked affection, blunt intimacy, and whatever reasons Dean has for allowing it— kindness, pity, or even love— Cas doesn't care, as long as he keeps getting it. He knows better than to take for granted the good things in life, because those good things never last. He makes a grunt of displeasure against Dean's mouth at being denied, but he's not really displeased at all. He's warmed, whole-feeling in a way he isn't anymore, except when Dean is touching him, or sleeping beside him, or smiling at him.

There is lube in the first aid kit dropped to the floor: Dean's, actually, since Cas hasn't managed to get ahold of his own yet. Don't mind Cas borrowing that, or making assumptions, but well. Dean was pretty obvious about his intentions earlier, and Cas isn't generally optimistic, but he does like to be prepared. He grins against Dean's mouth once he feels him reaching for it, glad at least that he won't have to wait as long as he would otherwise, and he keeps stroking Dean's cock slowly between them, twisting his wrist and thumbing the tip on the way up and teasing the wet of Dean's mouth with his tongue. ]

Afraid you won't be able to hold off once you're in me?

[venatoris]

[ If Dean didn't want to kill half the camp for sleeping with Cas to begin with, he'd probably thank them for teaching Cas everything he knows about sex, because the way he twists his wrist and thumbs the tip of his cock has Dean groaning into Cas' mouth, sliding a hand up his side, over his chest and shoulder and up into his hair where he grips, tight, a full body shiver rolling down his spine. Goddamn. ]

I know I won't. [ Be able to, he means, because he's barely got a lid on now, let alone once he's buried balls deep inside his angel, hips flush. Cas is warm and supple, pliant under Dean and he meets the angels tongue with equal hunger, devouring him, committing the taste to memory, how it feels to pin him against the backseat, the scent of leather and sex hanging in the air.

He finds the little box and flicks it open, digs around until he finds what he's looking for. He doesn't open it though, not yet, instead he puts it within reach on the floorboard and slips a hand between the angels pretty thighs, wrapping his fingers around Cas. warm and strong. ]