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Cas gaped.
When Sam had said Dean was in 1944, Castiel hadn't doubted it...
But this was something else. An 'entirely different animal,' as Dean would have put it. The green and blue tie around Dean's neck caught Cas's attention.
Then Dean's gaze slid possessively down the younger man's body. And Cas saw stars. Not literally, the true stars were much different than this.
This was pure jealousy. Thank his Father he had Fallen so far already. Cas struggled to unball his hands. He would have to remain in control while conversing with Dean.
The older Winchester was quite blind to Cas's enamour, despite his brother's bribes and pokes. Castiel stepped forward. Another human phrase, 'now or never.' Dean's eyes fell upon Cas halfway across the street, and the grin that lit up his face was something Cas knew he would never be used to.
He smiled slightly in response, lip curling up in an unfamiliar way. His eyes focused once again on that tie. Dean was staring at him now, confused. "Cas? Hey, Cas?" Blushing, Cas glanced away. "I am here to convey a message from Samuel. He says 11:34."
Dean seemed unfazed by this seemingly random piece of information. "He's on. Hey, you okay, Cas?" A tiny tickle at the back of his mind was Cas's only warning before an onslaught of images flowed into his thoughts. Cas wrapping that same tie around his fist, Cas bending Dean over a table, tied together with the tie, in the Impala as Cas choked Dean gently with the tie. He choked slightly before pushing Dean's hand off of his bare arm. "I, I would not suggest you do that again, Dean."
Looking up, Cas was startled to see Dean's eyes inches from his. "Why not, Cas?" With an extraordinary amount of strength, the angel snapped them into a motel somewhere in the town. Dean fell six inches to the bed, bouncing with a yelp before Cas was snarling about layers and surprised at his own arousal. The outer coat, waist coat and button up shirt hit the wall, sliding down to pile on top of that ridiculously attractive fedora. Cas wrapped his fist in the tie, surprised at the immediate reaction from Dean and the surge of power he felt.
Dean rolled frantic hips into his, green eyes pleading with Cas's. He felt himself smirking, the expression familair to Gabriel's. With another tight yank of the piece of silk, Dean lay still, lips parted in shock. Cas pressed his lips to Dean's carefully, eyes fixed on the others. His grip on the tie tightened as Dean attempted to deepen the kiss and the hunter stopped moving again. Cas growled low in his throat and bit a mark just above the edge of the tie.
One nimble hand worked open the suit trousers, pushing them down and Cas sat up to shed his own layers. Dean's hands cautiously explored his body, skin on skin making them both hiss. Cas's fingers wove into the tie again, making Dean's cock twitch and leak precome all over them both. Grasping their cocks in one hand, Cas stroked experimentally, watching Dean's rapidly changing expression of pleasure to pleading to gasping overwhelming emotion. "Cas, Cas, I love you."
Tugging the tie a little tighter, Cas leaned down to feel the trembling body beneath him. "I have always loved you, Dean Winchester." With another harsh pull on the silk fabric, Dean lost it over Cas's fist, hips thrusting erratically and tiny whines breaking from his throat. Cas was so absorbed in watching his new lover's orgasm ripped from him that his own blindsided him, muscles locking up and shivering. Dean's neck was tilted and exposed so Cas latched onto it, tracing bruises of teeth and painted caresses of lips to the tanned skin.
When his last shudder was wrung from him, Cas kissed Dean again. All intense emotion and heat, Dean arched up into Cas's body. Pulling the angel down beside him, Cas smiled into Dean's hair as the hunter clung to him. He had a sneaking suspicion Dean was a post-coital cuddler. He experimentally petted one hand through Dean's mussed hair, earning a purr and arm wrapped tighter around his chest. He didn't mind so much.
Sam could wait a few more hours, Cas thought, content to watch his hunter sleep with a green and blue tie around his marked neck.