Despite the fact that Dean had asked Castiel to meet him at the pile of rocks, the demon can’t stand still and he decides to move closer to the village. Dean stops at the edge of the forest, fidgeting slightly. Castiel should be there any minute. All kinds of worrying thoughts start to creep into his mind and the demon gets nervous. Dean starts to pace back and forth, cracking his knuckles. “Oh, for fuck’s sake…” he growls, annoyed.
Then there’s a small rustling sound and the demon quickly turns around, his hand on the hilt of his sword. His alarmed expression vanishes and he lets out a small sigh of relief.
"Hello, Dean." Castiel stands before him, his eyes shining at the demon.
"Cas…" the demon rasps and steps forward. "It’s good to see you, Cas," he whispers as his hands cup the human’s face.
"Likewise," Castiel replies, smiling. "I missed you, Dean," he adds almost inaudibly, but of course Dean hears it.
The words are enough to cast unnecessary doubts away and Dean leans forward, covering the human’s mouth with his burning lips. Castiel moans and puts his arms around the demon’s neck, pressing his body against’ Dean’s. The demon groans while his hands caress Castiel’s back. His lips find the spot behind Castiel’s ear and plant a gentle kiss there. The human whimpers and bucks his hips, the movement sending waves of pleasure down the demon’s spine.
Dean catches Castiel’s chin, turning his head towards his face and removes the distance between them. The kiss is all bites and tongues. The demon’s tongue invades the human’s mouth, trying to reach every spot and corner inside. When they break apart to breathe, Dean can see that Castiel’s pupils are dilated, the blue almost entirely replaced by black. His breathing is heavy and his kiss-swollen lips are slicked and parted.
Dean growls possessively and lifts Castiel up, wrapping his legs around his waist. Castiel just clings tight to him and catches Dean’s lips while he carries him to the nearest tree. The demon stops in front of an oak tree and presses the human’s back to it. It’s strange, but the tree trunk is unbelievably smooth and nice to touch.
"I waited long enough for this moment." Dean’s voice is even deeper from lust. "I can’t wait any longer. I have everything I need right now," he chuckles and quickly kisses the human.
"Everything? Is there something else, other than me, you need right now?" Castiel asks playfully and scrapes Dean’s scalp gently.
"Yes," Dean winks at him, pulling a small glass jar out of his pocket. It’s full of thick, white substance, resembling an ointment. "You, me, and this." He wiggles the jar with a wicked grin.
Castiel’s next question is quickly forgotten when Dean snaps his fingers and their clothes fall off…
The forest fills with their moans and cries. There are two sweat covered bodies under the moonlight, swimming in a river of passion.
"Cas… tell me… tell me how much you missed me," Dean groans as he keeps rocking into Castiel’s body.
The human whimpers as the demon hits his sweet spot and digs his fingers into Dean’s broad shoulders. “I missed you a lot, Dean,” Castiel moans and meets the deep thrusts as his back slides up and down the tree trunk. “I would dream of you… every night. I was longing… ah…” Castiel cries out and shudders as Dean picks up the pace. “I was longing for your kisses… touches… I-I needed you so much.”
"Nice to hear that you wanted me as much as I wanted you." Dean bites Castiel’s shoulder, quickly kissing it afterwards. He can see that Castiel is very close, judging from the sounds he is making and his ragged breathing. The demon is almost there too.
Castiel is leaking precum; his erect member is resting against his belly and he moves his hand to grab it, but gasps in shock when it’s pinned against the tree by Dean.
"No," Dean says smugly. "If you missed me so bad, you will come untouched, only from my cock buried deep inside you." The demon snaps his hips a few times, making deeper, harder, almost brutal thrusts. All of this elicits a sharp cry of pleasure from the human.
It’s enough for Castiel and his body tenses and a familiar, hot feeling that has been building up in his abdomen spreads fast and he clenches around the demon. His seed splashes over their bellies and chests as he falls apart under Dean’s onslaught with a lustful, lingering moan. Dean follows after a few more thrusts. His legs shake and his hands feel too weak to hold Castiel any longer. Dean is exhausted and sated. They fall down on the ground laughing.
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