I rolled my eyes. I took my free hand and ruffled up his hair. "Payback." I said.

       "Hey! I know you have constant sex hair, and you pull it off, but we can't all be you, Cas." He said with a playful huff. I laughed, my chest rising and falling slightly. I tried putting his hair back in place but it didn't work.

      "Aw come on." I mumbled, my fingers still trying to fix it. My fingers oddly smelled of cologne or gel. "I-Can't- your hair doesn't like me." I concluded with a slight pout. Dean laughed at me and kissed my hand.

      "It's alright. I can live more than Sammy can with his hair." He said. My smile returned at his reassurement. I kissed him as far as my head could reach before slumping down onto the bed again. "Let's get this started..." Dean mumbled to himself, shaking his hips. It made the tingling sensation come back.

       "You for sure alright with this, Cas?" He asked once more, taking a few deep breaths. I smiled shyly and nodded.

       "Stop worrying, Dean." I laughed. He traced his fingers along my body, making his way to my hole. I felt myself tense and gasp at the touch. I felt his fingers circle around the rim before entering slowly. "Dean," I gasped. "What is this? What are you doing? It feels... good." His fingers continued to move in and out of me.

         Dean looked up from where he was looking at to me, grinning. "That, Cas, this is what is called me fingering you. I'm basically preparing you for my dick."