SUPERNATURAL
Dripping Wings & Heavy Things
Chapter 5
Move Along
His return to waking was slow. A vague sense of being pinned down by and wrapped around a warm, comforting weight—too warm. Trying to move his hand up to his face but dully registering the fact that something… no, someone wouldn’t let it go. His other hand… cornered against the seatback by two bodies.
Becoming aware of tightness—fullness—at his groin where, when he fell precipitously into sleep the night before, there had been none. Only the sense of having been released from a delicious suffering and resting, flaccid and safe, between overheated bodies. One to which it belonged, the other… Cas.
Cas.
Dean inhaled, filling his chest to bursting even as his body forced it right back out again in a yawn that would make a lion proud. His whole body tensed and relaxed in ricocheting waves; a symptom of his brain double-checking that everything attached to it indeed worked; tendons popped, joints creaked and snapped. The movement pushed his hips up, chafing his half-hard, gluttonous penis into the sweat-slick small of Castiel’s back. A tickle of pleasure in his cockhead left him shivering with want. What? Last night wasn’t enough for you? A drowsy laugh shot out of his lips, propelled by a burst of air.
It was then Cas chose to rearrange himself, rolling his torso side to side like a snake, looking for the perfect resting place on his shifted pillow. Dean’s swollen cock rolled between them, his
foreskin pushed up, then pulled down as the angel’s pelvis moved. A sound that was both a don’t-wanna-wake-up groan and a fuck-yes moan escaped Dean before he could do any damned thing to stop it. Cas settled, sleeping awake, content where he was.
Breathing in deep, Dean exhaled loudly, the sound tinged with carnal pleasure. Wanting more. Too drowsy to make it happen. Head still floating on ripples of afterglow like a leaf on water. Eyes closed, it was smells he used to
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He’d been so sated and exhausted, he hardly remembered it; Castiel going to the trunk one more time for extra blankets and coats. There was an ethereal, unreal quality to it, but it must’ve happened because he could smell old, oiled leather and musty wool blankets. He had one blanket under his head and shoulders, taking the edge off lying up against the door. Another rolled up and wedged between his back, the seat, and driver’s side door, making the incline bearable. Castiel lay on him, his breast serving as pillow, holding one of his hands against his sweating chest. The scent of last night’s sweat in the seraph’s hair and on his skin. Sweat still dampened wherever their bodies touched.
Cas moved, setting his other hand free from being pinioned between their bodies and the seat. Air from under their covers wafted out. The synthetic tang of lube. Cas’ smell… and his; he inhaled deeply, savouring intimate memories that gave birth to it. He couldn’t reach his own dick to knead out the itch for pleasure, but maybe… drowsy became dizzy as he slowly, erratically rolled his hips against Cas’ body, beginning to outright hold him. He slid himself as far down as he could, nuzzling a kiss into Cas’ sweat-crisp hair. Sneaking around under the heavy leather jacket, Castiel’s hand lay his limp organ into the thicket of pubic hair on his belly,
leaving himself within Dean’s reach.
He could feel Cas smile. The muscles wrapped around his head moved. The side of Cas’ head against his chest muscle snuggled down a little more. Castiel found Dean’s searching hand and brought him to where he wanted him; lazily holding, stroking, and massaging the last couple inches of his penis underneath the heat of his palm. An appreciative hum arose from the body lying on him.
Dean smirked. Good morning to you, too.
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His trapped hand now free, it wandered through the air, fingers finding the spiky yet soft sleep and sex induced explosion of hair adorning the head on his chest. Cas nuzzled into the touch hard and tightened his grip on Dean’s other hand, now pressed to the seraph’s stomach. Dean blinked as the thought of Cas getting up and coming to him in their bed in the morning’s small hours, taking their penises in hand together and delivering sweet release from his need, took over his brain. Staring at Baby’s roof like he could see straight through it, Dean lay there helpless as something in his chest broke open and the feeling inside poured out, liquifying
him.
Somewhere they could call their own.
Castiel brought Dean’s hand on his hair down to his wet lips. Because of the smell of them on it, not despite it, instead of a quick peck, it was a long, sweet, and relishing kiss.
Thoughts still hazy as his vision, Dean smiled, feeling relieved he didn’t have to figure out anything to say. Somehow, knowing that made the heat between them even better. He needed water… yet didn’t want to move. Too soon to give up how lying together this way felt. He swallowed down a bittersweet sadness, his eyes watering, when he realized every morning they ever woke together, it would always be too soon.
Always.
Again, the angel seemed to know his heart was hurting, even if it also wanted to, simultaneously, joyously vault the moon. He found himself treated like a living blanket in which the angel wrapped himself as tightly as he could. The pleasure of Cas’ touch tracing over his
arms, soothing, melded into the groggy peace, contentment, and over-warmth overloading his senses and chasing him closer to sleep with every passing moment…
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