Dean sat on Cas squirming and wriggling and shaking because he was on the verge of coming and because Cas’ cock was so deep in him, pressing against his prostate.
Every nerve in his body sang with arousal and his eyes were leaking tears of frustration, mingling wet and salty with sweat. But Cas, Cas of Heaven and not Earth, Cas with his inhuman strength and piercing blue eyes and absolutely no fucking mercy, held him down in place with one hand on his thigh and the other around his wrist.
Dean just couldn’t move an inch and he was so desperate he was begging. ‘Cas please… Cas let me move… Let me ride you… Gonna make you feel so good, so good. Cas… Cas… Just let me do it. Let me… Let me.’
And Cas chuckled, the freaking cock tease. He started moving his hips in small circles and Dean hissed. His body tried to jerk from the sudden sensation but couldn’t. Cas stopped, then ground up while he pulled Dean down like he was trying to shove his cock in more, as if Dean couldn’t already feel it all the way to his throat.
Dean let out a choked noise, head thrown back because that was all that he could do and came like a freight train, spraying come all over Cas’ belly and his. Only then, in one smooth series of movement, did Cas get into action. He threw Dean onto the mattress on his side, bend his leg up and guided his cock in with a thrust.
He fucked into Dean hard and fast. Dean could do nothing but lied there bonelessly, making small mewling noises in the back of his throat with Cas pressed against his back, radiating heat like a furnace. Then finally, Cas came with a grunt, cock burying deep and hands leaving bruises on Dean’s hips.
destiel with 13 for the kiss meme?
13. on the foot
human!cas does all he can hahahaha
holly, i just can't get over the plaid in cas' bed. it's just so perfect and obvious and it's making me feel all warm and fuzzy, and i just (✿ﾉ♥◡♥)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Still not over the bed scene tbh, we discussed it a bit here but there are several other things I’d like to point out about it :P so thank you for giving me an excuse…
Everything about this shot feels lopsided and off-center. The lack of a nightstand on the side opposite Cas, the way the light only (just barely) reaches his side of the bed, even the dark color of the plaid is a stark contrast to the light color of the sheets Cas is surrounded by. The use of light and shadow is beautiful, and the bars on the headboard are reminiscent of that cage imagery we saw so much of in season 9. Cas is alone and he feels trapped.
Even the way Cas is lying in the bed is lopsided, his body curving into the tiny bit of light coming in from the window, away from the darkness, away from the cold, the loneliness of the void beside him. If the addition of a nightstand in Dean’s bedroom indicated that he was in need of a partner, the lack of one in Cas’ to me screams that he has utterly lost hope for one.
The thing that sticks out the most to me is how in 9x14 the opposite side of the bed was illuminated by that light
and how that is now the side of his own bed that Cas chooses, a perfect contrast to the darkness on the other side…
I also think it’s interesting that Cas is in the “get the hell away from me” position, with his right elbow and knee pointed outward. Usually the elbow and knee are pointed (in both senses of the word) in the direction of the person lying next to you in the bed.
Given that Serge Ladouceur lit both of these shots, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the pattern of light and dark on the bed is the same in both of them. It looks to me like if you were to superimpose the images, Dean would pretty much fit exactly into that dark swath of bed, with his face just about where the light part of the sheet falls.
And all this time I pictured you standing next to me
Just One Day by Mighty Oaks for hamburgergod
Just some piece flash to my head...Priest!Dean and Castiel<3 To the world Castiel may be one person,but to one person he may be the world.
Warm, afternoon sunlight dances across tall grassy fields, turning the long stems gold. Kansas plains stretch out as far as the eye can see, rolling hills dark shadows off in the distance. Clouds inch over the cerulean sky, the autumn wind blows slightly, just enough to make the blades of grass sway back and forth, swishing together melodiously.
It is the perfect day for a wedding.
Dean Winchester stands in front of a mirror, obsessively adjusting his black tie. He’s tied and re-tied the damn thing about ten times but his nervous, shaking fingers aren’t willing to cooperate with him. Huffing in frustration he tosses the tie onto the counter next to the bathroom sink and leans forward running his fingers through his hair. He can’t go out there without a tie on, he has to wear a tie on his wedding day. Rolling up the sleeves of his suit jacket he checks his watch - 3:40 p.m. He has twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he gets married to his best friend and the love of his life. Fuck. Dean swipes the tie off of the counter and flings it around his neck, making quick work of the knot that falls apart as soon as he’s finished. Dean lets out a groan.
“Dean,” Sam sing-songs, tapping on Dean’s shoulder lightly.
Dean jumps and whips around, brow furrowing, “What?”
Sam grins and raises an eyebrow, “Somebody’s a little nervous.”
Dean shoots him a glare, spinning back around to face the mirror, “Shut up.”
He picks up the tie for the upteenth time, glaring at the stupid thing before trying again. Sam watches behind him, clearly amused. When Dean’s fingers slip and slide off the fabric Sam chuckles lightly, reaching around him and grabs the tie from his fingers.
“By the time you get this on Cas will be walking down the aisle with a walker, let me.”
omega!Dean finding every reason to present for his alpha boss, Cas. dropping papers to the floor and bending down to pick them up. claiming his chair hurts his back so he stands and bends at his desk. showing Gabriel from accounting how to do a few stretches in the break room when he knows Cas will come to get a coffee. Cas snapping and taking Dean over his desk, filling him up exactly how Dean hoped he would, coming with a groan of Dean's name as he bites a claiming mark on to his neck.
*sweats* dean getting it bent over a desk hell yeah.