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Dean shrugged out of his filthy coat after shutting the bathroom door behind him. There were splatters of motor oil and wet spots of gasoline peppered all over his clothes. He smelled like a mechanic, fresh from a twelve hour shift. But his baby was worth it. So what if Dean stunk worse than Bobby after eating Mexican food? At least his baby was still purring like a kitten.
He yanked his shirt off and tossed it to the floor while he heel-toed out of his dirty boots. He ignored his own reflection in the mirror as he stepped over to open the glass shower stall and turn on the water. The cool liquid gradually warmed up while he took off the rest of his clothes. Dean hadn't had a proper shower for a few days. It wasn't his fault though, because they'd been on the road to get here – Bobby's house – the whole time. There just wasn't any time do it.
But to be honest, Dean had also been avoiding a shower on purpose. Because whenever Dean was alone in the warm water, he liked to do things to himself. Most men did the same stuff; like singing loudly off-key, and aiming at the drain while taking a piss... and rubbing his junk until he came. Usually, Dean didn't think twice about jerking off in the shower. But that was before he taught his favorite angel about masturbation. Before he had hot, dirty sex with him and enjoyed every second of it.
Dean took a deep breath of steamy air and stepped out of his pants and underwear to look down at his own dick. Yeah, he had been avoiding a shower because he knew he would get the urge to jerk off, and he didn't want to do that anymore. Not when having sex with Cas was so much better. But he hadn't seen the angel in a few days; since the morning of their first and only bout of sex. Cas told Dean that he wanted to get a few things out of the way in order to spend more time with him – whatever the hell that meant – before flying off. So, Dean was sort of saving himself; bottling up all his sexual desire for when Cas returned.
But it had been a few days. A few long, lonely days...
Dean shook his head, attempting to clear his clouded mind. He scraped together some confidence as he made his way into the warm foggy stall. For God's sake, it was just a damn shower. All he had to do was wash his body and get the hell out. It was going to be easy... Right?
Dirt and sweat began to flow down Dean's body as the hot water carried it to the drain at his feet. So far, so good. Lust was nowhere to be found, not even a hint. Dean stepped forward and closed his eyes, allowing the water to splash over his dirty face. It felt good to have a shower in which his only goal was to get clean. Man, he needed to do this more often. Ready to wash his hair, Dean grabbed a shampoo bottle and poured a small dollop of goo in his hand.
The man's steady heart rate elevated upon looking down at the shampoo in his palm. The substance was warm and almost clear. And – oh, shit – it reminded him of the pre-cum drooling from the tip of Cas's cock, the first time Dean help him jerk off. So warm and sticky, oozing eagerly from the slit and glistening in the light...
Dean quickly slapped the shampoo onto his head and began to feverishly scrub his hair. No, dammit. He was not going to think about that shit now. Not now. Not in the shower. Dean stared down at the shiny metal knob in front of him, trying to clear his mind while he viciously washed his scalp. He tried to focused on getting clean; turning around to rinse the shampoo out of his hair before grabbing the tiny bar of soap to his side. Dean slowly turned back around as he moved the soap in small circles against his chest and brought his eyes back to the knob.
Dean couldn't stop the flicker of a dirty thought that wafted through his mind. The long, metal knob in front of him looked just like a dick. A shiny, chrome dick. This notion bloomed into an even bigger thought...What if Cas's true form was chrome? Maybe his dick was shiny, and big, and as hard as metal. Dean struggled to imagine a massive thing like that sliding between his own cheeks, stretching him open beyond physical limitations...
A groan escaped Dean's mouth, and he realized that his hand had traveled downward to rub the soap dangerously close to his dick. The man blinked in surprise, looking down to see that he was already half way to an erection.
“Son of a bitch,” he sighed, loosening his fingers to let the soap slip onto the tile floor.
Dean watched the tiny bar slide with the current to the drain, where it stared up at him with smugness. Shit. Dean had done the most cliché of things at the most inopportune time. He had literally dropped the soap. But Cas wasn't there to stand behind him while he bent down to pick it up. Dean was suddenly done with all this bullshit. He was seeing Cas everywhere; involuntarily becoming horny over everything. If his ass wanted to get pounded, then by God, it was gonna get pounded. No more waiting. He wanted it now.
“Cas,” Dean began to pray, bracing his hand against the wet stall and glancing toward the ceiling, “I'm – I'm done. I can't wait anymore. Please, man. I know you're busy, but – Dammit, Cas, I'm so hard right now...” Dean whimpered as he stared down at his dick, watching it twitch and curve toward the ceiling, “I don't know how much longer I can last.”
While Dean blinked anxiously down at his hard-on, a suddenly rustle of feathers briefly accompanied the noise of running water. An icy breeze chilled over Dean's bare back with the sound and he spun around instantly, making his hard cock wobble in front of him.
Cas was suddenly standing in the small heated space with him. The angel was completely dressed – suit, tie, and trench coat – and he was gripping an angel blade tight in his hand. The whole sharp weapon was covered in bright blood. Even the front of his outfit and some of his pale face had splatters of red fluid. Dean swallowed harshly as he noticed that the dark color emphasized the blue in Cas's eyes.
The two of them looked over each other for a brief moment. Cas was appraising Dean's throbbing dick and Dean was in awe of how hot Cas looked when he was covered in blood. The man wondered who the angel had been in the middle of smiting when he showed up.
“W – were you busy?” Dean almost squeaked, raising his eyes back to Cas's face.
Cas glanced at the blade in his hand before suddenly dropping it. The metal clanked on the wet tile, causing blood to swirl into the mix of clear water at their feet.
“No,” Cas said quickly.
Dean could tell that the guy was holding himself back to be polite. Just looking at Cas made Dean feel a hundred times better. Man, he had missed that pretty bastard so much. Cas was finally back again and he looked damn good standing like a proud warrior in the shower. Dean lurched forward to wrap his bare arms around Cas's clothed torso as he brought their mouths together. The metallic taste of blood mixed with their kiss and Dean could feel his head turning light. Oh God, Dean had been wanting to do this for days...
Cas tongued him back firmly, sliding his hands up Dean's wet bare back to cling to him. Dean's hips rocked with the sensation, causing his dick to slide against the front of the angel's clothed bulge. Again, Dean was thinking about their one and only session of sex; about how good it felt to have Cas sliding in and out of him.
“Shit,” Dean breathed inside Cas's mouth, “I've missed you.”
The man quickly reached down between them to unzip Cas's pants. He had to fight with the wet fabric for a second before tugging it open to expose the angel's growing cock. Dean could feel the heat from it already. Hell, it was probably drooling, too... Cas panted into Dean's mouth the whole time, their lips barely touching. Dean could tell Cas had been wanting this just as much as he did.
Once Cas's dick was free, Dean paused to look down at it. The veined shaft jutted out stiffly from the angel's pants, the dark pink head glistening as water splashed between them. Dean felt an odd sexual fondness for this. He enjoyed being totally naked while Cas still had his clothes on. Dean liked being fully exposed. As long as it was with Cas.
Not wanting to waste time, Dean turned around and bent over to retrieve the soap. He deliberately brushed his ass against Cas's cock, hoping to get a rise out of him. It must have worked, because a low hum echoed in the stall with his action. The man stood back up and quickly lubed the crack of his ass with the soap. It didn't matter what he used to get slick. All he cared about was getting Cas inside of him. Dean tossed the bar back in the floor afterward and brace both hands against the wall to stick his ass out.
“Go for it,” Dean purred to the angel, tossing a smirk at him over his shoulder.
Cas instantly took hold of Dean's hips and used his thumbs to spread open the man's cheeks. Dean rested the side of his face against the wet wall and closed his eyes. Cas's hot cock was suddenly easing its way inside him. Dean could feel every ridge of vein and every twitch of muscle making its way in. His breath sort of caught in his throat at the sensation. Shit, he had forgotten how weird this felt at first.
“Ah,” Cas sighed over the rushing water, sounding relieved, “You... you feel so good, Dean.”
Dean gulped down his arousal. Shit. If Cas kept talking like that, he was gonna finish too early.
“Stop talking. Start pounding,” Dean panted.
The angel didn't need to be told twice. He instantly began thrusting his hips, burying his cock deep inside Dean each time. Dean bit back his own moans as he felt Cas stretching his tender hole wider. Cas's tight fingers pulled Dean's pelvis back onto his cock, forcing the man to rock back and forth with his thrusts. Damn, Cas could be one demanding son of a bitch... and that was Dean's favorite part.
Dean hummed a slight moan as he finally slid a hand down to stroke his own erection. He rubbed himself in unison with Cas's motions, wanting to feel what the angel was feeling. Cas was steadily getting faster and harder, beginning to shove Dean more forcefully against the wall. The man pressed firmly against the flat surface with his free hand, trying to prevent his face from being slammed too hard.
“Gnah, Dean,” Cas groaned, curving his clothed body against the man's back.
Dean whimpered loudly. God, he loved hearing Cas groan that way; with such need and arousal. Dean wanted to look over his shoulder and watch Cas's face, but he wasn't flexible enough. He rubbed himself faster instead, massaging the head with every down stroke. It was so good to finally feel this again. They had both waited for far too long.
Dean could tell Cas was getting close. His movement was becoming erratic and forceful, almost violent. Dean was practically hugging the wall, trying desperately to buffer Cas's strong blows. The sting that had originally radiated from Dean's hole was dull now. The only sensation left was pleasure. Even though Cas was already about to break him in half, Dean wanted the guy to go harder. But before he could voice his desire -
“Ah!” Cas finally cried, giving a single fierce thrust, “Dean! Ah... Oh...”
Dean could almost feel Cas's cock pulsing inside him, filling him full. The man panted harshly against the wall as his fist moved in a blur along his cock. He was nearly there too, inching closer and closer over the edge. Dean kept rocking back on Cas's dick the whole time, needing the penetration to help him reach the end.
“Cas!” Dean groaned, feeling the semen erupt from his cock, “S – Son of a – Yes!”
Dean kept stroking as his mind blanked out, feeling the hot liquid ooze down his fingers and drip from his sack with the streams of warm water. Pleasure coursed through him, clouding his mind with physical bliss. He felt suddenly light headed and woozy on his feet. After most of his orgasm had subsided, Dean rested against the wet wall and panted as he let go of his dick. Damn. Sex had never been this good before. It never left him so spent and drunk with pleasure like this. But that was before being with Cas...
The angel's dick suddenly slipped out of Dean's ass, making him gasp at the feeling of its sudden absence. Dean struggled to stand up straight because his back felt a little stiff from the recent contortion. So he stretched before turning around to taking the sight of his angel again.
Cas was completely wet. His clothes were soggy and dripping and his dark hair was stuck to his forehead. All the blood had washed away from his face, revealing his cheeks to be tinted with a blush. Dean smiled proudly as he watched Cas pant and blink repeatedly. It looked like the angel was still dazed from his orgasm. But, then again, how many orgasms had Cas experienced before? Maybe three?
“You gonna be alright there, Mighty Mouse?” Dean asked, glancing down at Cas's dick still protruding from his pants.
“M – Mighty what?” Cas asked.
Dean chuckled as he reached out to tug Cas close to him. He took the time to tongue the angel again, taking note of how wet his whole person was. Cas stepped even closer in the stall and the nudge of his shoe made the angel blade clink around on the tile. Something about the sound made Dean remember the ache of loneliness he had felt when Cas was gone. He never wanted to feel that loneliness again. Dean snaked both arms tighter around the angel to clutch the back of his wet trench coat tight.
“Where the hell have you been?” Dean pulled back to ask, looking over Cas's wet face.
“I had a debt to repay,” Cas breathed, his hand finding its way up to rest on Dean's hip, “My brother helped me escape a group of demons once, and I have just returned the favor. Now, we are even. And I do not owe anything to anyone.”
Dean searched the angel's eyes while he rubbed the wet fabric of the trench coat between his wrinkled fingers. Cas such a good guy. He always believed that everything needed to be fair and have a just cause. It was a really nice, old-fashioned sentiment... and it was about time Dean had a little bit of it in his life.
“I've got some bad news for you,” Dean muttered lowly.
“What is it?” Cas asked, his baby blues clouding with worry.
“Remember that one time you burnt your hand print into my skin?” Dean smirked, “And the time you stole my necklace? And all those times I had to watch you die?” Dean paused to reach up and ruffle the angel's wet hair, “Well, I'd say those debts are gonna take you a while to pay back. Face it, Cas. You're gonna be staying with me for a long time.”
A smile slowly spread across Cas's wet lips. His blue eyes seemed to shine even brighter, as if he had been waiting to hear Dean say those words.
“That's not bad news at all, Dean,” Cas replied happily, “That news is very good.”