Light shimmering down through the window in the Winchester home brought Castiel a sense of security. It was a warm, August evening, the sun shining through the drapes. It was orange light, and Dean was in the kitchen making dinner. Cas had a cold, and Dean insisted he watched TV while he made Cas some New England clam chowder. Castiel was surprised when Dean had offered, because, in all honesty, Cas didn't think Dean could make silica an elaborate dish from scratch. Hell, one time he burned a corn dog in the Microwave. Needless to say, Castiel didn't quite trust Dean around food items. He was cute when he tried, though. He would always cuss out the food, like he was, now. Cas could hear him, and he chuckled to himself. He's hot. He's so damn hot covered in flour, sweat dripping from his face, and red hit frustration burning in his veins. "Fucking potatoes, think they're so amazing because they taste like shit not all grown up as undercooked, spoiled, little fucking kids." He handed Castiel a bowl of chowder, sighing. It actually looked good, if he was being completely honest.

"Thanks Dean." Castiel put the spoon to his lips and smiled. "For what it's worth, you did a good job."

"Fucking potatoes," he repeated. I could hear him rummaging through the cabinets and I sighed. It was one of those days, and Cas could tell. Dean had a long day, and Cas wanted to make him relax, but he forced Cas to take some off brand nasal medicine and take a nap. Cas had woken up, and Dean was in the kitchen. Dean hadn't felt like talking that day. They both just enjoyed each other's company, but Dean had to go out and help Sam with some trouble with his air conditioner. By the time he got home he was beat. That's why Cas knows exactly what he's doing, and he wasn't gonna stop him. Dean poured a shot of vodka, and downed it like it was fresh water in the middle of the desert. Cas sighed. He didn't like when Dean drank. Frankly, it was because he always got Cas to drink as well. Cas didn't like hangovers. They were like someone took his guts, chopped them up, and then shoved them back inside him for him to upchuck. That was the worst part of being drunk.

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Dean took another shot, and another, and another, until, finally, he was strutting back into the living room with a cocky grin on his face. "Hey, Cassie, did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?" He slurred, keeping that stupid smirk on his face. He spilled a little bit of the beer on the carpet, and Cas sighed.

"I really don't know, Dean. Tell me, how good did it feel when you crawled out of Hell?" Castiel looked down and back up at his husband, who now had a bottle of beer in one hand, and the vodka in the other. Cas chuckled, placing his hands in his lap, carefully.

Dean set both of the beverages down on the end table, and he sat in Cas's lap, biting his lip, he leaned in, the stench of alcohol tickling Castiel's nostrils. "Oh, baby, it was amazing." Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, pulling him into a deep kiss. Cas pulled away, placing his thumb in between their lips, making Dean pout. "Aw, wanna play like that?" He whispered, chuckling a little bit. He grabbed the vodka. "Let's play a little game called, 'I'm gonna make you drink this until you can't feel your throat.'"

Castiel laughed, pushing Dean off him and grabbing the half-drank bottle of vodka. He flipped Dean onto the couch, taking a big gulp of it before resuming their positions, Cas on top of Dean, now. He pushed a smug look onto his face, the one sip beginning to take effect. He took another swig from the bottle, beginning to empty it with every addicting sip. "Damn it, Dean. You see what you've done?" Cas dropped the bottle next to him, rolling his eyes at Dean. He pulled on the collar of his shirt, gently. "You know, this shirt looks good on you. There's only one place I'd rather have it," Cas grinned. His voice was a buzzed rasp, the voice he knew Dean liked. It was awful, really, that Castiel knew exactly how, where, and how hard to push Dean's buttons. "On the floor."

Dean smirked, pulling Cas into another heated kiss and running his hands down his back. Castiel felt goosebumps rise on his skin and he mentally groaned. He was turned on, a lot. Dean was winning. He couldn't have that. He pinned Dean against the couch, sliding his hands down his chest. "What do you say we take this upstairs, hm?" He breathed, placing one hand in Dean's lap and grinning. Cas was winning, now.

"Oh, God, yes."

With that statement, Dean stood up, Cas straddling him. Dean trailed his hands down Castiel's back and even lower, not only to support Castiel, but to ruin him. Cas hated when he did that. It was so... perfect. He wouldn't break. Not yet. He couldn't wait to get there. The buzzed feeling made sex so much better, and sometimes, it'd make Cas understand Dean's sex, drugs, and alcohol slogan. "Motherfucker," he whispered, making Dean chuckle.

Dean bucked his hips with every step he took closer to their room. Cas bit his lip to keep from making a noise. He smiled, pulling himself up and trailing his lips down to Dean's ear. His breath was heated, and it made goosebumps rise on Dean's skin. He whispered sweet nothings into his ear, his fingers clawing at his back. He nibbled at his ear making Dean release the noise that Cas was looking for. "Cassie, you have no idea..." Dean whimpered again. "How much I want to fuck you right now."

"Language, baby boy. No dessert for the impatient," Castiel whispered, pulling at Dean's ear with his teeth. Cas smiled, beginning to mess with Dean's shirt, unbuttoning it as Dean closed the door to their room. He dragged a finger across his jaw. "Tell me, do you want to walk tomorrow?"

Dean pushed Castiel onto the bed, pinning him down and kissing him hard. "Make it so I can't feel my damn legs." Dean began grinding in Castiel, smiling as Castiel let out a soft sigh of pleasure. "You think you can do that for me, babe?" His breath hung heavy in the air, almost taunting Castiel.

Cas mustered up all the strength he had and rolled over on top of Dean. He yanked his button up shirt open, smiling as his fingers found their way up his white tee that he had under it. "Oh, hell yes." He began dragging up at Dean's shirt, still kissing him. He threw it off and started trailing kisses down his neck. "You're beautiful, Dean." He pressed his thumbs into his back, making Dean arch like a rainbow. He trailed more and more kisses down his stomach, down to his v line. Dean let out another little moan.

"Shit, you woke the dragon," he whispered, pushing Castiel over to where he was on the bottom. Dean ran his fingers through his hair, that cocky grin back on his face. "Oh, Cassie, you're just dying to be free, aren't you?" Dean gripped in between Castiel's legs squeezing hard enough to make Cas shudder. "Oh, yes, you are."

"So are you."

Dean was right, though. Cas just wanted to be out, and then he wanted to be back in. In Dean. Castiel sighed, letting Dean pry off his shirt. This was always the hard part, because, of course, Cas couldn't get over how imperfect his skin was. Dean noticed this, and took it slow, with every inch of skin appearing, he smiled. "Perfect," he whispered, running a hand over Castiel's chest. "You're perfect. Damn, you're beautiful."

Castiel realized, in that moment, how much he loved Dean. Dean was his rock, his shoulder to cry on. Castiel realized how much Dean loved him, and he craved that feeling even more. That's what this was. This was a display of the deepest, darkest affection between the two. Other people abuse the rights to do something like this, but it meant something to Cas, even if they were both drunk out of their minds. It was perfect. "I love you so much, Dean."

Dean leaned down, whispering, "I love you so much more." With that, he began to drag his hand under Castiel's jeans, popping the button with the tip of his thumb. Cas gripped the sheets, holding his breath as Dean yanked his jeans down. The only thing separating them now was a thin layer of fabric. Cas couldn't let him have it.

"Not so fast," he whispered, he flipped them over again, and with one swift movement, Dean's jeans, and boxers were on the floor. Cas smiled, grinding aginst Dean, his fingers playing him like a fiddle. Dean moaned, loudly. "Oh, baby, you'll wake the neighbors." Castiel gripped Dean and began working his way up.

Dean couldn't stop the noises from escaping his throat. "Damn it, Cas, why don't you just take 'em off, hm?" Dean begged. Castiel laughed, taking his hand away from Dean and bringing it towards himself. He pulled off his underwear, biting his lip as he went back to work. "Holy shit, Cas," Dean whispered as Castiel tightened his grip.

Castiel laughed, a little, but in all honesty, he was so eager to get Dean to that point, and leave him there. It was what he loved the most, being the tease. "Oh, Dean, you are no match for me." Cas leaned down and touched his lips to Dean, teasing him a bit.

Dean gripped the sheets, letting out another moan. His back arched a bit, making Cas grin. "Oh my god, please, swallow me whole."

And with that, Cas took Dean in, holding Dean's hips so he couldn't buck. Castiel gagged, making Dean almost scream, and then he stopped, leaving Dean on the brink. "My turn," he whispered.

Dean groaned, frowning at Cas. He made a pointless attempt to reach for himself, but Cas shoved him down. "Don't even think about it," Cas's husky voice made Dean even more irritable. "Roll over, Dean."

Dean gulped, but did exactly as he was told. Cas smiled. He had control, here, and this was going tomean something. He inserted a finger, making Dean groan in surprise, but then he inserted another, and another, and he stretched Dean like a rubber band. Dean was a screamer, and it made Castiel feel even more in power. He stretched as far as he could and yanked them out. "Okay, Dean. You said you didn't want to feel your legs. Let's see what I can do about that." Castiel grabbed Dean's hips and forced himself into Dean with a drunk chuckle. He started out slow, refusing to satisfy Dean until Dean said that fateful word. "Oh, god, Cas!"

"What's my name?"

"Cas," Dean whimpered as Castiel began to speed up, his movements becoming sharper, and more focused.

"What is my name?" Castiel breathed, feeling it coming on.

"Cas!" Dean screamed, and Castiel went as hard as he could. Dean screamed so loudly, Cas leaned over and shut his mouth, still bucking his hips.

"You need to shut up, Dean, because I'm so close, and you don't want me to finish on my own, do you?" Castiel maneuvered himself to where they were both sitting up, Dean straddling Cas. "Now tell me name one more time, because, God, I love hearing you say it." Cas whispered.

"Cas," Dean breathed as Cas let it all go. They both moaned with the feeling, and Cas turned back to Dean. "You got one of two options. Let me finish you, or you can."

"You. Please, Cas, Choke on me." Castiel grinned, pinning Dean to the wall and trailing kisses down his chest. Cas slowly made his way down, and took in Dean once more, shoving him down to his uvula, and with that, Deanlet out a tiny sigh of relief, and Castiel could feel himself swallowing without question.

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They made their way to the bed, climbing in. Castiel looked at Dean and smiled. "I think I won that one."

Dean looked at him, still shocked. "Holy shit."

Cas pulled Dean closer, pulling his leg over Dean's hip. "That was amazing, Dean."

"You're amazing," Dean chuckled. He pulled Castiel closer. "You've been through so much, Cassie, and I want you to know that I love you so much."

Castiel grabbed Dean's hand, and pulled him into a soft kiss. They pressed their foreheads against each earth other. "I know you, Dean. I love you so much more."

--a/n--

I am so uncomfortable but this chapter was for my good ol frien Noomi who I was chatting with in the thumbnail. She's asleep rn and I should be bc it's like 2:30 AM but u promised her this chapter. XnaomiskyX

So there you have it. I write smut different than most people bc I hat words like, ass, cock, tip, and mini(name)

Trust me I hate that shit it's really cringy

I just tried to make gay sex poetic that's a first

I don't want to post this

I have to post this.

I have school tomorrow I should probably sleep

Oh my Panic! Tickets came in the Mail today I'm so happy.

Yo pls do not hate on my smut and or writing In General if you don't like it then why the FUCK are you here

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