Angel in the Backseat
yes, this was inspired by Jensen's comment at the con this weekend ;)
"I'm getting too old for this," Dean groaned, limping back towards the Impala.
"You were the one who insisted we go, and I quote, gank these bastards," Cas reflected as he pulled Dean's arm around his neck to support him.
Cas took the keys from Dean's pocket and unlocked the doors, opening the back door to let Dean slide in.
"Here, lay down and I can fix your ankle," Cas said. Dean nodded, allowing Cas to roll up his jeans and work his angel mojo.
"Better?" Cas asked, looking up at Dean.
"Much. Thanks, Cas," Dean sighed as the pain subsided.
"You just rest back there, I'll drive us home." Cas started to stand up, but Dean leaned forward to tug on his coat.
"C'mere," Dean mumbled, sitting up to make room for Cas. "Close the door."
"Dean what are you-" Cas started to ask before Dean pulled him close, tangling his fingers in the angel's hair. Their lips connected with hungry fervor. Was it the adrenaline of the hunt or lingering angel grace? Either way, the two made it clear what they both wanted - what they both needed.
Dean moaned softly as Cas shifted on top of his body. The backseat was barely big enough for them, but the limited space brought them even closer.
"Dean, I'm not sure if this is working," Cas explained a few minutes later after he tried to take off his coat and bumped his head on the roof.
"Make it work," Dean whined, knowing that he wouldn't be able to make it all the way home without having all of Cas.
In between messy kisses (and a few more head bumps) the two eventually shed their many layers of clothes. I need to start wearing just t-shirts again - and take Cas shopping, Dean thought. However, his mind quickly went blank again as Cas latched onto a sensitive spot on his neck.
Dean raked his nails against Cas's back, barely able to catch his breath in the steamy car. Cas slid his hand down the window behind Dean to steady himself, reminding Dean of an old memory.
"You know, Cas, you're not the first angel I've had here in the backseat," Dean smirked, knowing it would fire Cas up. His blue eyes darkened as he pinned Dean down on the seat and brought his face close to Dean’s.
"Well I'm going to be the last," Cas growled in his ear and Dean almost lost it right then and there.
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