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“Take off your clothes,” Cas ordered. In an instant, Dean’s dick was hard, his knees weak.
Dean had barely closed the door of Cas’ office, and the orders were already flying. Just the way Dean liked it. Not that he’d reveal that to Cas. Instead, he chose to disobey, as the results were always so much sweeter.
“Why?” Dean asked, biting his lip.
Cas' eyebrow rose, and Dean swallowed nervously, his balls drawing up. Oh, this would be good. With shaking hands, Dean grabbed his shirt.
“Slower.”
Dean pulled it up slowly, the slide of cotton over his skin making him shudder. He drew it over his head, and when he was about to drop it on the floor, another order came.
“I do not like a mess,” Cas said softly, yet Dean heard the warning loud and clear. Making sure the t-shirt was folded neatly, he placed it on the table. He went for the belt.
“Turn around.” Cas put a hand under his chin, looking bored.
His back to Cas, Dean unbuttoned his pants. With a teasing look over his shoulder, he pulled them down with his underwear, keeping his knees straight, letting Cas see all of him. With a smirk, he stepped out of them and turned around his dick pointed at Cas like it was a compass and Cas the north pole.
Cas slapped the table in front of him. “Sit.”
Suddenly nervous, Dean walked toward Cas, trying not to show how his whole body was starting to tremble. He wanted to be graceful and confident. Instead, when his naked ass touched the cold surface of the table, he whimpered. Or maybe it was the proximity to those cold blue eyes. Cas was definitely angry. Yeah, Dean wasn’t really a good boy the last time he was in this office.
Cas’ lifted Dean’s right leg, then left and positioned his heels on the edge of the table on either side of Dean’s ass. His movements were precise, not one muscle on his face giving away what he was thinking. When Cas finished, moving Dean around like he was a Ken doll, he leaned back in his chair and stared at Dean, who was spread open in front of him.
“I-” Dean began, but Cas cut him off.
“Do not speak, boy,” Cas ordered. When Dean nodded, Cas’ eyes lowered to Dean’s lips, neck, chest, belly, and down ever lower, his gaze burning like fires of hell, leaving a trail of heat all over Dean’s skin.
Minutes slowly ticked away, Cas not saying anything, not moving, just staring at Dean, at his balls, his cock, his asshole that was twitching from attention. And the longer Dean sat there, leaning back on his hands, legs open, biting his lower lip, trying not to say anything, the harder it was for him to remain still.
He wanted Cas' hands on him, those lips to close around his cock, those long fingers to open him up and claim him. Yet nothing happened. Beads of sweat broke all over Dean’s body, and his balls drew up as a drop of precum spilled out of his slit.
Panting like he’d run a marathon, Dean wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Just when he was about to send it all to hell and grab his cock and jerk off, Cas leaned and opened up a drawer.
“Give me your hand.” Cas opened a bottle and poured a generous amount of lube on Dean’s hand.
Fuck yeah, Dean thought, his whole body burning for release.
“Fuck yourself with a finger,” Cas ordered.
Dean must have heard it wrong. “What- What do you mean?”
“Put a finger up your ass and fuck yourself with it.” Holding Dean’s wrist tightly, Cas lowered his hand between Dean’s legs.
No, Dean could never do that. Not in front of Cas, not when he was so close he could see everything. Every part of Dean.
Cas cocked his head. “No? The door is there. Do not let it hit you on the way out.” Cas waved a hand, dismissing him. Dean’s heart jumped in panic at the thought of losing this magical thing they had. Of losing Cas.
Swallowing down the shame, Dean put a finger on his hole, his whole body jerking away from the feel of the cold lube. He looked up at Cas, seeking encouragement, seeking courage, but there was nothing. Only a slight boredom and disinterest, as if Dean was wasting Cas' time.
Fuck that shit. Dean hated that look on Cas' face. He could do this. Dean would do it so well that Cas would beg him for permission to fuck him.
Furious, Dean clenched his teeth so tightly it was a surprise they didn’t break and pushed through the tight ring, hissing at the burn. The discomfort quickly passed, and he pressed deeper, as far as it would go. In and out, he thrust, never taking his eyes off Cas.
“Put another finger.” There was a small hitch in Cas’ voice, and Dean bit the inside of his cheek not to smile in victory.
The second finger was harder, and he groaned at the pain. The more he struggled, the wider Cas' pupils dilated, giving him the courage he needed to press until it slid in.
“Ah!” The table shook, and Dean blinked in surprise when he realized it was because of him. No matter how much he tried to concentrate and calm his body down, the more it trembled. The pain slowly ebbed away, and the pleasure hit him right in the balls.
He fucked himself with two fingers, teasing the entrance on each pass, and when he accidentally hit that magic spot inside, there was no stopping the moan that escaped him.
“I said no sound.” Cas' voice was impossibly deep.
“I- I- I can’t. It’s sooooo goooood,” Dean panted, unable to stop hitting his prostate. He forgot about Cas. His only goal now was to fly. Lost in ecstasy, he barely heard the drawer open again.
“Open your mouth.” Reacting to the order like a well-trained dog, Dean opened his mouth. When he saw a giant purple thing coming at him, he tried to move his head away, but Cas grabbed his jaw, keeping him in place.
“What is that?” Dean liked the color, but the thing looked intimidating.
Cas slipped a thumb passed Dean’s lips, fucking his mouth slowly with it. Dean tried, he really tried, but again, a moan escaped him as he sucked on the digit like it was Cas’ dick.
“It’s a butt plug. If you want to misbehave, then I’ll shut your mouth with it.”
“No, I’ll be goo-” Cas didn’t let him finish and pushed the plug into his mouth.
“Suck on it like a baby if you are unable to follow simple orders.”
A thick long head rested on Dean’s tongue, its weight almost like a real cock, and Dean licked his tongue around it, wishing it was Cas’ dick in his mouth.
Cas sat back, looking like a king on a throne.
“Three fingers.” He ordered with a smile, knowing Dean couldn't do it.
Dean shook his head. There was no way he could put three inside. Sure, Cas had done it that one time, but that was Cas – he could do anything.
“I will not repeat myself, boy.”
Dean couldn't remember if he'd ever done anything more humiliating - spread open like on one of those gynecological tables, sucking on a butt plug like a baby. Dean hated it so much, and yet his dick was on the verge of exploding, leaking all over his stomach. Treacherous bastard.
With a trembling sigh, Dean put a third finger on the rim of his asshole and pushed, and pushed, and nothing happened.
“You can do it, boy. I know you can.” Cas' eyes were almost completely black as he stared between Dean’s legs. And Dean’s whole being bent to Cas' will.
Dean was covered in sweat, trembling all over, but he would not fail. He pushed through the discomfort, the pain, the shame, and the third finger popped in. Even the butt plug in his mouth could not stop the sound that came from somewhere deep inside him as the sharp pain ripped through him. Dean was gonna break in half. He had to stop. It couldn’t go deeper. No, no, no.
A gentle touch on the abused rim of his asshole made Dean’s eyes pop open. With a reverent look, Cas gently massaged Dean's hole.
“So perfect. I knew you could do it. Relax, take it in slowly. Breath, my boy.”
My boy rang through Dean’s body like the most powerful drug, and with a sigh, he relaxed, his skin tingling, sensitive, and hungry for more. More compliments, more endearment, more possessive words that made him feel like he finally belonged.
Soaring high, Dean didn’t even notice the pain was gone. His hole opened up, and sucked his fingers in with such ease he wouldn’t be surprised if he could put his whole hand in.
“Yes, that’s it. Slow, in and out. Yes, my beautiful slut.” Cas whispered.
Dean’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his hips jerked as he fucked himself on his fingers. He was so close, so very close. One more pass over his prostate, and Dean knew he would explode like never before. Yes, yes- Hands grabbed his hips, holding him tight, not letting him move.
Nonononon! To be so close and to have it taken away. Dean screamed around the large plug in his mouth. But Cas only smiled.
“Did you think it would be that easy? After what you put me through last week.” Cas teased Dean’s entrance with rough fingers, making him pant with pleasure and pain. “Sucking my cock while all those people were looking at me. No, no, my boy, I will not let that pass.” Those magical fingers disappeared, and Dean’s hips jerked, chasing them, but a hand on his neck stopped him. “Do not move a muscle,” Cas ordered, his gaze pinning Dean to the spot. Mouth dry, Dean nodded.
Cas stood up, majestic and imposing, smiling like the devil, and Dean’s breath caught. This was not Dean’s Angel. This was Castiel The Destroyer.
Cas popped open a button on his pants. The sound of the zipper made Dean dizzy. The imposing cock slid out, and Dean stopped breathing. Like he had all the time in the world, Cas slowly poured lube on his hand and spread it all over his cock, never taking his eyes off Dean.
He stepped between Dean’s legs and pulled Dean’s fingers out of his hole.
“Look how open and alone your hole is.” Cas pressed his cock against Dean’s ass, leisurely circling around it. “Look how beautifully it’s fluttering, so empty, so hungry.”
Dean might have had three fingers there, but there was no way in hell that monster would ever fit inside him. Cas would kill him, split him in half, and- Fingers grabbed his chin and made him look at Cas.
“Bare down.”
Dean shook his head, trying to escape, apologize, say he’d never do it again.
“Shhh, my boy. I would never hurt you. Much. Bare down and let me in.”
There it was again, two words that stripped away all Dean’s logic. He nodded like an obedient puppy starved for affection and bore down.
The pressure built and built, and just when Dean could not take it anymore, the huge head popped in past his abused ring, making his whole body shudder.
“Fuck you are so tight. I love this virgin hole.” Cas groaned, not moving, just letting his cock sit there, the head snuggled tight in Dean’s ass.
God, he was so impossibly big, and it was just a head. Instinctively, Dean’s body tried to expel him, which only made Cas growl in satisfaction.
“That’s it, my boy, squeeze my dick. Your body was made for me.” Cas stared between them with such intensity, like all the answers to life and the universe were hidden in Dean’s ass.
Fingers slid around his hole, and Dean’s legs shook.
“Do not move,” Cas ordered as he wrapped his fingers around his own cock and started jerking off.
It was so unexpected. Dean sat there frozen, staring at Cas as he pumped his hand over his cock, which was deliciously twitching in Dean’s ass.
“You thought I’d fuck you.” Cas panted. “Bad boys do not deserve to have a good time. Bad boys get their ass used and are sent to bed hungry.”
Was he gonna… No, he wouldn’t! Dean watched in shock as Cas groaned, his hand flying over his cock, from the root to the head that was buried in Dean’s hole. With each pass, he made sure to hit Dean’s balls, making them cry out in delicious pleasure.
Yet he never went deeper, never moved from the entrance of Dean’s ass. Just enough to keep him open and twitching around that broad head. Open and aching for it to go deeper, to bury itself inside Dean and kiss his prostate.
“Squeeze that beautiful ass,” Cas ordered, his hand now flying over his cock, and Dean obeyed. “Fuck yeessss!” Head tilted back, Cas groaned, and the cock inside Dean twitched, making him moan around the bitt plug.
Warm cum bathed Dean’s insides, making them twitch and twist, swallowing all of it. With one last swipe of his hand, breathing like he’d run a marathon, Cas milked the last drop of cum inside Dean.
“Open.” Dean blinked in confusion. What else was there for him to open for Cas? A slight tug pulled the plug out of his mouth. With a wet pop, Cas slipped it out of him, and Dean licked his lips, feeling empty all of a sudden.
“Gonna plug you nice and tight.” Cas pulled out his cock, and a wet plug pressed into his hole. Oh god, the damn thing was wider than Cas' cock. Not giving him time to prepare, Cas pressed in, the pressure so intense that Dean lost his grip on the table and fell flat on his back.
“I can’t, please,” Dean begged, hands buried in his hair.
“Yes, you can.” Mercilessly, Cas pushed the huge thing inside Dean. “My beautiful slut can do anything.”
And just like that, Dean’s whole body melted, and the huge monster sank into him without resistance. Gasping for breath, Dean lay on the table, feeling like a train had run him over. Yet still, his balls ached with need to come, and his cock was impossibly hard. Needing like crazy to jerk off, he took hold of his painful dick, but a hand grabbed his in a punishing grip.
“Come without my permission, and you’ll wish we’d never met,” Cas growled above him, his eyes murderous.
With a painful groan, Dean let go and let his head fall back on the table.
Sound of the zipper and a light smack on his thigh. “Get dressed. We are late for the lecture.”
Dean opened his eyes, but Cas was already gone.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed, his body wired, trembling, begging for release.
“I heard that!” Cas yelled from the hallway.
***
How Dean managed to get to the lecture hall with a huge plug wedged up his ass, he’d never know. With every step he took, the damn thing nudged his prostate, making his knees weak. And to think that there was cum warming his ass…
Dean could not think about it. To let his mind dwell on the exquisite feel of all that goodness was very dangerous. Every time he imagined how it would feel if the plug fell out, cum dripping down his legs and pooling at his feet - had Dean’s cock twitching painfully against his tight jeans.
Dean opened the doors and froze like a deer caught in the headlights as every head in the lecture hall turned as one and looked at him. Fuck he was the last one in and late. He glanced to his right at Cas, standing in front of the large board with a positively evil smirk on his face. Dean wanted to punch him right in the nose and wipe it away.
Head down, he climbed the stairs to the first empty seat that was right across from Cas and plonked his ass down. Too late, he remembered the plug, and a groan slipped out, too loud in the quiet hall.
“Now that Mr. Winchester has finally decided to grace us with his presence, we’ll begin.” Cas took his eyes off Dean and pointed at the slim man sitting to his left. “Please welcome Doctor Timothy Jones, who graciously agreed to give us a lecture on his newest invention in…”
Dean’s eyes widened with panic as it finally hit him what date it was - Wednesday, the 23rd. The day they had a two-hour lecture on statistical thermodynamics at 8 pm. The last one of the day. Fuck his life, Dean moaned inside as he tried to mentally prepare for the mind-numbing lecture.
Jones opened his mouth and began the introductory speech with the most monotonous voice Dean had ever heard. Half of the hall was asleep after 15 minutes. Forty-five minutes later, someone was snoring behind Dean.
One hour of trying to find a relatively comfortable position and not jostle the fucking monster inside his ass. Just when he found a perfect position, the plug jumped to life, vibrating inside him, and with a yelp, he jerked away from it.
The droning voice stopped, and all eyes were on Dean.
“So- Sorry. Leg fell asleep,” Dean apologized weakly, trying to sink down and disappear. But there wasn’t enough space. Why the fuck did god decide to make him so fricking tall.
The lecture resumed, and Dean relaxed, thinking he’d imagined the whole thing.
When the plug vibrated again, Dean’s leg kicked the chair in front of him, and he spent the next minute apologizing profusely to the guy he woke up.
What the hell was going on?!
Dean’s eyes slid to Cas and froze, ensnared by his blue eyes and the smirk in the corner of his mouth. Cas casually put his hand in his pocket and winked at Dean. The vibration hit him so hard that Dean’s mouth fell open. Barely holding back a moan, he bit his hand, silently begging Cas to stop.
Motherfuckingfuck! Dean screamed inside his head as his cock filled up and his balls drew up. Teeth digging inside his flesh, he fought against the impending orgasm. The vibration spread over his prostate, up his insides, over his cock, and back to his hole, an endless loop that had beads of sweat breaking up on his forehead.
Unable to control it, his head tipped back, and just when he accepted the inevitable, it stopped.
Gasping for breath, he tried to reel his mind back from the brink of an orgasm. It slowly ebbed away, and when he thought he’d managed to survive, it started again.
Fuuuuuck! Dean sank his teeth into his flesh again, hoping that the pain would help, but it only added to the pleasure. His lip quivered, and droll slid down his arm, and all he could think was, please god no! Not here, where everybody would know!
Dean glared at Cas, who played with the controller in his pocket and cursed the man’s deviousness. Dean had sucked his cock in front of all those people, and Cas had decided it was payback time.
It was the perfect revenge!
And just to think he'd pumped Dean full of come, so he’d not forget the feel of him. Each vibration had Dean imagining the feel of hot come nestled inside him, a part of Cas inside Dean.
On and on, Cas tortured Dean. For one hour straight, he alternated between the speeds and the rhythm of the vibration, never allowing Dean to come. Never letting him know when the next one was gonna hit. The fucker had a sixth sense for when Dean was right on the edge, and he’d stop it immediately. Every time the pulses stopped, Dean rocked his ass over the chair like a slut in heat, needing to rub the plug against his tender prostate.
Each time Dean allowed himself to think that Cas was merciful and had stopped the torture, he'd start again. Cas had reduced Dean to a mindless beast whose whole existence condensed to his ass and cock that painfully pushed against the tight material of Dean’s pants.
And nobody had any idea what was happening in their midst.
After an hour of torture, Dean was ready to self-combust and crumble to dust. This was hell, and there was no escaping it. Dean would do anything just to finally come. Beg, give Cas his firstborn, sell his soul, anything for the deep ache in his body to be over.
“…Dean.”
Dean heard his name on Cas' lips, but he was sure he was hallucinating.
“Open your eyes, boy.” Trembling, Dean peeled his eyelids open and blinked in confusion at the puddle of sweat on the table. A drop slid down his nose and joined the growing proof of his agony.
A voice called to him again, and he raised his head, fingers clutching the desk, and realized they were alone. Cas stood in front of the empty auditorium, beckoning Dean with a finger to come to him.
“I- I can move my legs,” Dean whispered in a broken voice.
A single elegant brow lifted. “Then crawl.”
Dean shook his head, drops of sweat flying from his soaked hair. It was impossible. Cas was so far.
“Come to me, my boy.” Cas' voice wrapped around Dean like a siren call, and before he knew it, he’d slipped out of the raw. One step, two, and the vibration hit him, bringing him to his knees.
“Oh god! Please, no more. I- I need, I need....” Dean begged.
“I know what you need. Come to me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Dean was long past shame. On all fours, he crawled, mewling in a broken voice as each movement pressed the plug against his swollen prostate. Blind with pleasure and pain, he crawled until shoes appeared in front of him.
“Please, Angel. I beg you.”
A hand cupped his cheek, and he sank into the touch like a starved man.
“I got you,” Cas murmured, pulling him to his feet. “Lift your hands.”
Cas quickly took off Dean’s shirt and pulled down his pants. In a second, Dean stood there naked, swaying, barely able to stand.
In the next second, he was airborne and sitting on the desk.
A hand gently maneuvered him until he was on all fours on the desk, his ass in the air.
“Perfect.” A hand slid over Dean’s ass, and he arched like a cat, stretching into the touch. “If anybody comes in, the first thing they’ll see is your ass stuffed with my cum.” A light tap on the plug, and Dean groaned as fireworks exploded behind his closed eyelids.
The vibration resumed, and Dean went blind. Distantly, he heard soft footsteps walking around him, a sound of a zipper, and a slick sound of lube.
He bucked when Cas touched random places on his body, the almost reverent touch of his hand making Dean crazy. He rocked back and forth trying to fuck himself on the plug, but it was in vain.
Lazily stroking his monster of a cock, Cas circled him like a predator. From time to time, he grazed Dean’s ass with nails, pinched Dean’s nipple until he begged for mercy, and pulled his balls when he was ready to pop.
“Ahhhhh! Gugh, fuuuu, plea- Mor!” English was beyond Dean’s reach. He was nothing but a mindless toy for Cas’ pleasure.
“You are leaking like a faucet.” The wonder in Cas' voice had Dean looking down. From the tip of Dean's cock, which was angry red and jerking, a long string of precum dangled, almost touching the table. “If I could, I would keep you like this forever. My perfect slut. You belong in a museum right next to Michelangelo’s David. You would outshine him. People from all over the world would come to marvel at your beauty.”
Like the gentlest caress, those words curled around Dean’s soul, making it grow and shine, stretching out, seeking its missing piece. Seeking Cas.
Was this love? Dean wondered as he humped empty air, the puddle of precum growing between his knees.
Cas pinched the head of Dean’s cock, making him cry out in pain. “Look at me.”
Cas stood in front of Dean, cock out, glistening with lube, his suit perfect, not a wrinkle in sight. Slowly he pumped his cock, never taking his eyes off Dean. Dean’s mouth watered, and he licked his lips, imagining they were wrapped around Cas' cock. A hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head up.
“My eyes are up here,” Cas smirked, his eyes, dark bottomless pits that seemed to grow and grow until they swallowed Dean whole.
With a shout, Cas started coming, spilling all over the desk in front of Dean.
Dean cried right with him, feeling betrayed. Abandoned. That Cas didn’t allow him to suck, to taste him, not even to look as he emptied his balls was more painful than Dean’s balls.
“Such a hungry slut.” Cas panted, smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m not that cruel.” Gently, he pushed Dean’s head down. “It’s all for you. Clean it well, and I’ll let you come.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” Dean chanted as the smell of Cas’ cum hit him, making him dizzy. God, he’d never tasted another man’s jeez, but he’d be damned if he’d leave a drop of it on the table.
Dean buried his face into the warm puddle, licking it slowly, and when his brain finally registered the taste, he almost came right then. Sweet, salty, spicy - just like his Angel. There had never been such a perfect flavor. It hit Dean like a drug, going straight to his head. Nothing else existed but Cas' cum on the table, and Dean would have all of it.
He licked, smearing it all over his face, needing something of Cas to mark him, make him his. Proclaim to the whole world to whom Dean belonged.
A tap on the plug jerked him back to his body, and he glanced over his shoulder at Cas, who was staring back at him like Dean was a miracle.
One hand on the plug, the other on the remote, Cas smirked. “Ready to fly?”
“Yesyesyesyes.” Dean chanted.
Cas pressed the plug down, pressing hard on Dean’s prostate, and amped up the vibration, and Dean’s howled like a wild animal.
Mercillesly, Cas pulled the plug halfway out, stretching Dean’s asshole impossibly wide, the pain just adding to the pleasure, and just when it reached the point of too much, he showed it back, nailing his prostate.
Tears streamed down Dean’s face as Cas fucked him slowly and steadily, and Dean growled in frustration. It was not enough. He rocked back until he impaled himself on the damn thing so hard his balls slapped against Cas' hand.
“Fuck, yes! That’s it, boy, fuck yourself. Take it deeper. If anybody comes in, they’ll see what a beautiful slut you are.”
Those words ignited Dean’s blood as he imagined strangers looking at how shamelessly his ass ate that plug, so hungry, so deprived.
Without warning, Cas pulled the plug all the way out.
“Noooooooo!” Dean cried, feeling so empty his heart threatened to break in half.
Before he lost his mind, Cas shoved three fingers in, and Dean tightened around them hard.
“Jesus,” Cas breathed behind him as he milked Dean’s prostate. “Can you feel it, boy? Can you feel my cum leaking out of your hole?”
“Oh, fuck, yesyesyes.” Warm cum, slid out of Dean, over his balls, dripping on the desk.
Cas wrapped his fingers around Dean’s cock, the hold painfully tight. “Fuck yourself on my finger, my little whore.”
“Aaaaaaaaah. Thank- yes. Ooohhh!” When Dean rocked back, long fingers grazed his prostate. Forward, and Cas' lubed hand made the perfect tight slit to fuck. Back and forth, back and forth, Dean fucked himself, face buried in Cas’ cum.
Dean was in heaven. He was right there, on the edge, his body trembling, ready to fall. There was just one thing missing.
Lips grazed Dean’s ear.
“Come,” Cas whispered. Teeth sank in the crook of Dean’s neck, and lightning flashed across Dean's vision, blinding him.
Pleasure, the likes of which he’d never dreamed was possible, hit him like a tsunami and swept him away. Back arched, he screamed as thick ropes of come shot out of his cock, hitting the desk, his chest, and his chin.
Cas milked his prostate, tugging on his dick, prolonging his orgasm. On and on Dean came until the room started spinning, and the black crept into his vision, and he passed out.
***
Slowly, Dean came to with a moan. The first thing he noticed was that he was somewhere soft and warm. Cas’ cologne surrounded him, and the gentle beating of Cas’ heart had him snuggling deeper into Cas’ hold.
When the arms around him tightened, and soft lips touched his forehead, Dean’s heart sang - safety, home, mine!
Dean was floating safely under his Angel’s wings.
“I have wings now,” Cas chuckled against his skin.
Did Dean say that out loud?
Cas chuckled. “Yes, you did.”
Embarrassed, Dean tried to disappear.
“Don’t hide from me.” Gentle fingers under Dean’s chin made him look up. Cas smiled at him, and Dean’s heart skipped a beat. So beautiful!
Cas shook his head. “No, you are the beautiful one here. There are no words in the English language that could describe how stunning you are. When you let go, my god, it is simply indescribable.”
Cas looked at him with awe, which made Dean's face burn. No, it can’t be, not Dean. He is just a regular guy. Nothing special about him.
Cas' smile grew, and Dean squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. Fuck did he say that aloud.
“Yes, you did. I don’t know what is prettier. When you blush from embarrassment or anger.” Cas laughed lightly as he slowly ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, making him purr. “I must warn you, Dean. When I see something I find beautiful, I must have it. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Dean’s heart was pounding against his chest. Was Cas saying- Did he really mean Dean was…
“Say yes, Dean. Say you’ll be mine.” Cas' eyes burned.
Yesyesyesyes, Dean’s soul sang, and Cas' smile grew, his eyes impossibly blue as if he could hear it.
“I hear you, my magnificent boy. I hear you loud and clear.”
Hands tightened around him, and with a happy sigh, Dean nestled deeper into the safety of Cas' hold.