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dol_moonTitle: Some things need to be remembered
Author: Dolavine
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Word count: 768
Disclaimer: These characters are fiction which makes them fodder for the imagination but are owned by Kripke Inc so I beg forgiveness for any misuse of them.
Summary: Dean has been trying very hard to live the “normal” life but then Castiel pays him a midnight visit and turns everything upside down.
This is a fic fill for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
electrolitestar and the hand made gift request.
Snuggling tight into Lisa Dean dreams of better days, the days when he’s off hunting, when Sam and Castiel were at his side. His mind full of the memories they shared as his brain reenacts their heroic adventures as if he had read them in a cheesy dime store novel.
The darkness of the room blankets them as Dean pulls Lisa in tighter to his body, her skin warm against his and his dreams take a more sultry turn.
Warm arms wrap around his waist from behind and he can feel need pressing tight to his body as Castiel nuzzles his neck, playfully kissing the tender flesh. He leans into the touch his voice thick with need as he moans in pleasure and Castiel turns him around to face him their eyes meeting with a dark passion that burns deep within them.
Hot breath is exchanged before soft lips meet hard and needy. Soft flesh twisting with passions brute force as they can’t push their bodies close enough together, clothing too thick between them stifling the heat exchange and they need bare skin on skin contact.
Rough hands rip at Castiel’s trench coat pulling it off furiously before reaching up and ripping his shirt open, buttons flying scattering everywhere. The passion of their kiss broken with the need for deeper contact as Dean’s fingers trace the thick lines of Castiel’s chest muscles before shoving him backwards onto the bed, their bodies crashing into each other in one forceful motion.
Lean muscles brushing stiff fabric as Castiel strips Dean of his multi layered attire exposing thick hard muscle. His hand caresses down Dean’s back feeling all of the thick tenuous muscles rippling with each movement as he works at Castiel’s belt buckle.
Hips bucking hard with need and obvious desire, lips pushing and twisting tight and feverishly as tongues intertwine slipping and sliding sending pleasure to the very core of their need.
Dean’s strong hands grip Castiel’s shoulders holding him down as he rises up arching his back to press down tight against his groin and grind the thick heavy fabric of his jeans against Castiel’s crotch, the slow rotating thrust pushing every nerve ending to it’s ultimate sensory capabilities and Castiel moans deep and throaty. Dean drops back down to blanket over Castiel, his skin hot and damp with a thin sheen of sweat glistening in the low light of the room as he stares into Castiel’s deep blue eyes.
Castiel runs his thumb down Dean’s cheek, running it along the thin line of freckles under his eye as he smiles at them. His hand moves down Dean’s cheek onto his jaw then down his neck to his broad muscular shoulder, his eyes following the invisible line he is drawing down Dean’s body as he traces the path from the hollow of his neck down to his chest then to his abdomen as he slips his hand between them inching past Dean’s navel to the thin line of hair dipping below his waistband and he stops briefly to stroke at it lightly before pulling up to kiss Dean’s soft perfect mouth again.
Rutting hard against Castiel’s groin Dean feels Cas start to push back with quick hard thrusts his breath quickening as Dean picks up the pace rotating his hips with shorter movements. The cotton fabric of Castiel’s slacks moving easily with the pull and drag of Dean’s heavy denim jeans and they can feel the passion ready to explode between them. Dean looks down into Cas’s eyes his breath short and hard and he whispers with fevered breath. “I love you.” Castiel smiles his lips starting to move when Dean feels his need ebbing as his body tenses for the release.
His eyes open as a soft mouth presses to his, his hips moving hard and fast into soft yielding flesh, his hands gripped so tight he thinks his fingers might break and he releases hard inside of his own pajama bottoms as Lisa moves her hand up and down outside of them.
She smiles at him her eyes looking directly into his as she brings him down from his high. “That must have been some dream.” She says smiling putting his hand down to the front of her panties coaxing him to move his fingers over her damp spot and Dean obliges wishing that it was Castiel’s warm flesh beneath his touch.
His dirty little secret fantasy hidden for another night, safely buried in his nocturnal emissions but he wishes just for one tiny moment that it wasn’t just his dirty little secret anymore.
The End
Author: Dolavine
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Word count: 768
Disclaimer: These characters are fiction which makes them fodder for the imagination but are owned by Kripke Inc so I beg forgiveness for any misuse of them.
Summary: Dean has been trying very hard to live the “normal” life but then Castiel pays him a midnight visit and turns everything upside down.
This is a fic fill for
electrolitestar and the hand made gift request. Snuggling tight into Lisa Dean dreams of better days, the days when he’s off hunting, when Sam and Castiel were at his side. His mind full of the memories they shared as his brain reenacts their heroic adventures as if he had read them in a cheesy dime store novel.
The darkness of the room blankets them as Dean pulls Lisa in tighter to his body, her skin warm against his and his dreams take a more sultry turn.
Warm arms wrap around his waist from behind and he can feel need pressing tight to his body as Castiel nuzzles his neck, playfully kissing the tender flesh. He leans into the touch his voice thick with need as he moans in pleasure and Castiel turns him around to face him their eyes meeting with a dark passion that burns deep within them.
Hot breath is exchanged before soft lips meet hard and needy. Soft flesh twisting with passions brute force as they can’t push their bodies close enough together, clothing too thick between them stifling the heat exchange and they need bare skin on skin contact.
Rough hands rip at Castiel’s trench coat pulling it off furiously before reaching up and ripping his shirt open, buttons flying scattering everywhere. The passion of their kiss broken with the need for deeper contact as Dean’s fingers trace the thick lines of Castiel’s chest muscles before shoving him backwards onto the bed, their bodies crashing into each other in one forceful motion.
Lean muscles brushing stiff fabric as Castiel strips Dean of his multi layered attire exposing thick hard muscle. His hand caresses down Dean’s back feeling all of the thick tenuous muscles rippling with each movement as he works at Castiel’s belt buckle.
Hips bucking hard with need and obvious desire, lips pushing and twisting tight and feverishly as tongues intertwine slipping and sliding sending pleasure to the very core of their need.
Dean’s strong hands grip Castiel’s shoulders holding him down as he rises up arching his back to press down tight against his groin and grind the thick heavy fabric of his jeans against Castiel’s crotch, the slow rotating thrust pushing every nerve ending to it’s ultimate sensory capabilities and Castiel moans deep and throaty. Dean drops back down to blanket over Castiel, his skin hot and damp with a thin sheen of sweat glistening in the low light of the room as he stares into Castiel’s deep blue eyes.
Castiel runs his thumb down Dean’s cheek, running it along the thin line of freckles under his eye as he smiles at them. His hand moves down Dean’s cheek onto his jaw then down his neck to his broad muscular shoulder, his eyes following the invisible line he is drawing down Dean’s body as he traces the path from the hollow of his neck down to his chest then to his abdomen as he slips his hand between them inching past Dean’s navel to the thin line of hair dipping below his waistband and he stops briefly to stroke at it lightly before pulling up to kiss Dean’s soft perfect mouth again.
Rutting hard against Castiel’s groin Dean feels Cas start to push back with quick hard thrusts his breath quickening as Dean picks up the pace rotating his hips with shorter movements. The cotton fabric of Castiel’s slacks moving easily with the pull and drag of Dean’s heavy denim jeans and they can feel the passion ready to explode between them. Dean looks down into Cas’s eyes his breath short and hard and he whispers with fevered breath. “I love you.” Castiel smiles his lips starting to move when Dean feels his need ebbing as his body tenses for the release.
His eyes open as a soft mouth presses to his, his hips moving hard and fast into soft yielding flesh, his hands gripped so tight he thinks his fingers might break and he releases hard inside of his own pajama bottoms as Lisa moves her hand up and down outside of them.
She smiles at him her eyes looking directly into his as she brings him down from his high. “That must have been some dream.” She says smiling putting his hand down to the front of her panties coaxing him to move his fingers over her damp spot and Dean obliges wishing that it was Castiel’s warm flesh beneath his touch.
His dirty little secret fantasy hidden for another night, safely buried in his nocturnal emissions but he wishes just for one tiny moment that it wasn’t just his dirty little secret anymore.
The End
