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A Dean appeared in a nest…[Psycho Cas]

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Dean’s eyebrow’s rose up in amusement. He grinned broadly, humming in thought and leaning against the wall curiously. “Oh? Pray-tell?” He grinned sliding his hand down his back softly, pulling him tighter to himself, shifting him to make him straddle his waist.

Castiel stared at Dean unblinkingly, in his new position now only an inch or two from his face. “Are you aware of what an enema is Dean?” He said seriously.

Dean’s lips slowly turned into a grin. “I have,” He nodded. “Why? What have you heard?” This was….rather amusing.

Castiel’s nose wrinkled, and his expression turned to one of disgust. “Apparently they are very different then a blood-clot.”

Dean’s eye brows rose in surprise before he laughed softly. “No, nothing about the two are alike,” He chuckled and pulled Cas in for a soft, loving kiss. “I missed this. I missed you.” He informed bemusedly.

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Dean laughed a small bit softly. “I forgot, you dont like water.” He mused stroking his cheek gently, pausing in thought a moment. “What have you been up to lately?”

Castiel gazed at him, eyes bright, and smiled. “I have been bird catching and spent some time with Gabriel and I learned humans have disgusting sexual practices with butts.”

Dean’s eyebrow’s rose up in amusement. He grinned broadly, humming in thought and leaning against the wall curiously. “Oh? Pray-tell?” He grinned sliding his hand down his back softly, pulling him tighter to himself, shifting him to make him straddle his waist.

Castiel stared at Dean unblinkingly, in his new position now only an inch or two from his face. “Are you aware of what an enema is Dean?” He said seriously.

Dean’s lips slowly turned into a grin. “I have,” He nodded. “Why? What have you heard?” This was….rather amusing.

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Dean grinned at the other in his lap. He kissed the other softly, lovingly before nodding. “I am. How have you been, my love?” He paused. “Aside from the obvious need for a shower.” He teased lightly, running a hand through the blood.

A purr left Castiel when Dean’s lips met his, and he kissed him back softly. “I have been fine.” Castiel stated with his usual assurance. “Dean, I am an angel of the Lord, I have no need for showers.” He said, ignoring the blood.

Dean laughed a small bit softly. “I forgot, you dont like water.” He mused stroking his cheek gently, pausing in thought a moment. “What have you been up to lately?”

Castiel gazed at him, eyes bright, and smiled. “I have been bird catching and spent some time with Gabriel and I learned humans have disgusting sexual practices with butts.”

Dean’s eyebrow’s rose up in amusement. He grinned broadly, humming in thought and leaning against the wall curiously. “Oh? Pray-tell?” He grinned sliding his hand down his back softly, pulling him tighter to himself, shifting him to make him straddle his waist.

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With an “oof!” the demon stumbled backwards, unable to stay upright and toppled over onto his rump. He grinned and hugged Cas tightly to himself kissing his forehead. “Hey, Cas.” he said softly, happy to see him.

When Dean hit the floor Castiel took the opportunity to crawl completely into his lap, knees to his chest. He smiled up at Dean, expression radiant. “You are here. I am glad.”

Dean grinned at the other in his lap. He kissed the other softly, lovingly before nodding. “I am. How have you been, my love?” He paused. “Aside from the obvious need for a shower.” He teased lightly, running a hand through the blood.

A purr left Castiel when Dean’s lips met his, and he kissed him back softly. “I have been fine.” Castiel stated with his usual assurance. “Dean, I am an angel of the Lord, I have no need for showers.” He said, ignoring the blood.

Dean laughed a small bit softly. “I forgot, you dont like water.” He mused stroking his cheek gently, pausing in thought a moment. “What have you been up to lately?”

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Dean looked up as Cas appeared, his hand to his lips. He had been about to use the ring to contact his favorite angel. “Hey,” He said gently and sitting up smiling softly. “how you been, Cas?”

Castiel disregarded Dean’s question and instead bounded at him with a trill, toppling Dean over with his forceful hug around his waist. Cas snuggled into Dean’s stomach, accidentally smearing blood over his shirt. “Hello Dean.” He said happily.

With an “oof!” the demon stumbled backwards, unable to stay upright and toppled over onto his rump. He grinned and hugged Cas tightly to himself kissing his forehead. “Hey, Cas.” he said softly, happy to see him.

When Dean hit the floor Castiel took the opportunity to crawl completely into his lap, knees to his chest. He smiled up at Dean, expression radiant. “You are here. I am glad.”

Dean grinned at the other in his lap. He kissed the other softly, lovingly before nodding. “I am. How have you been, my love?” He paused. “Aside from the obvious need for a shower.” He teased lightly, running a hand through the blood.

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Dean looked around the nest quietly. He had missed the place…and after the last few months he had had, it was comforting to be there. Silently, he walked to the bed and flopped down on it, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. Partly, he was hoping he had tripped some kind of alarm and Cas would know he was here. He missed Cas.

A lot.

Castiel was in Tuscan. His head came up suddenly in the abandoned farmhouse where he was busy chasing and slaughtering chickens when a wash of alertness came over him, and he looked around, startled. “Dean?” He gasped softly, before disappearing with the sound of wings and appearing, bloody and feather-ridden, in the nest, both hair and coat disheveled.

Dean looked up as Cas appeared, his hand to his lips. He had been about to use the ring to contact his favorite angel. “Hey,” He said gently and sitting up smiling softly. “how you been, Cas?”

Castiel disregarded Dean’s question and instead bounded at him with a trill, toppling Dean over with his forceful hug around his waist. Cas snuggled into Dean’s stomach, accidentally smearing blood over his shirt. “Hello Dean.” He said happily.

With an “oof!” the demon stumbled backwards, unable to stay upright and toppled over onto his rump. He grinned and hugged Cas tightly to himself kissing his forehead. “Hey, Cas.” he said softly, happy to see him.

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Dean looked around the nest quietly. He had missed the place…and after the last few months he had had, it was comforting to be there. Silently, he walked to the bed and flopped down on it, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. Partly, he was hoping he had tripped some kind of alarm and Cas would know he was here. He missed Cas.

A lot.

Castiel was in Tuscan. His head came up suddenly in the abandoned farmhouse where he was busy chasing and slaughtering chickens when a wash of alertness came over him, and he looked around, startled. “Dean?” He gasped softly, before disappearing with the sound of wings and appearing, bloody and feather-ridden, in the nest, both hair and coat disheveled.

Dean looked up as Cas appeared, his hand to his lips. He had been about to use the ring to contact his favorite angel. “Hey,” He said gently and sitting up smiling softly. “how you been, Cas?”

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Cas made a small whimpering sound when Dean ceased his ministrations, nearly reaching out to pull him back against him before he saw Dean shed the rest of his clothes. He swallowed thickly, letting Dean lean down and tug his jacket and trenchcoat off, fling his tie to the floor along with his white shirt. Cas blushed faintly and kissed Dean once again, his hands pressing against his back, fingers spread. He moaned, the sound mostly breath, and pressed back against Dean, matching his kisses with the same amount of fervor.

Dean groaned lowly, looking down to Cas for a moment before leaning down to kiss him again briefly. “Fuck,” he breathed softly grinding a small bit harder. His hands softly traveled down over the angel’s sides and over his rear. Giving a gentle squeeze to the sensitive area, he moved on and caressed his inner thighs, spreading them gently and hooking Cas’ knees over his shoulders, leaning back to do so. The demon leaned back up to kiss him eagerly, lovingly, and ground to him once more completely against his entrance.

Cas barely got a glimpse of Dean above him, both of them flushed and panting, before he was being kissed again. Castiel blushed further at Dean’s hushed word, taking it as a sign of approval. he wasn’t completely sure what he was doing, after all. He knew the clinical aspect, but completing the act physically was an entirely different and altogether pleasurable manner.

His mouth quirked a little at Dean’s hands on his sides, before giving a startled little embarrassed squeak when Dean squeezed his ass, his hips moving off the bed again. His ears flushed red at the noise he let out. His embarrassment melted slowly at Dean’s hands on his thighs, and he swallowed around a small purr, biting his lip as Dean lifted his legs high on his shoulders. He shifted a little and kissed Dean back, getting used to the position before Dean ground against him and he emitted a soft, albeit shakey groan, his hands clutching at Dean’s shoulders and hair. He arched, gasping, as muscles he hadn’t previously been aware of started to make themselves known.

Growing up, Dean had always learned Angels and Demons were not meant to mix. But this mix…didnt seem bad. he smirked softly watchign the other as he rolled in pleasure and leaned down to kiss him gently once more, slowly nibbling his lip. “I love you, Cas,” He whispered lightly, caressing his cheek and brushing his thumb over his cheek bone a moment before sliding his hand across to brush his lip gently. “Open you mouth,” He instructed softly. As Cas complied, he slipped his fingers into the other’s mouth, slicking up along that lovely pink tongue. Hs teeth moved to nibble at Cas’ throat, leaving a mark there Dean was hoping wouldnt be gone in a matter of moments.

Pulling away a small bit, he pulled his hand back and slid it down between them, gently teasing the tight ring of flesh. He watched Cas’ expression as he pressed his finger into the other slowly.