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Castiel couldn’t hear anything other than the thumping bass and happy, drunk cheers. His arms were up over his head and his hips swayed to the beat of the music. At least he thought they were. Honestly, Castiel had no idea what was going on. Gabriel had dragged Sam, Dean, and himself here earlier in the night (If you could even count 11 P.M. as early) and each one of their little posse was thoroughly drunk by this time in the night which turned out to be approximately 3 A.M. according to Castiel’s watch which his blurry vision was having trouble focusing on.
Castiel looked up lazily as he saw a blonde in a frilly pink dress saunter up to him, hips waving all the while. “Hello there. What’s your name, Cutie?” She said in a thick British accent. Castiel replied in his signature gravelly tone, “My name is Castiel.” She nodded, her eyelids half shut. “Nice. Mine’s Stacy.” She smiled and turned around back up against him and grind her hips in slow, sure movements. Castiel stuttered helplessly and said nervously, “Erm, Stacy? I don’t think you-” He stopped when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He tilted his head to see who it was and smiled in relief when it was his boyfriend and roommate, Dean whispering in his ear, “I got this.” Dean stepped forward and patted Stacy on the back firmly and saying, “Alright, hands off, missy. He’s mine.”
Castiel sighed and gave Dean a small peck on the cheek. “Thanks, Dean,” Dean looped his arm in his and started to lead him through the crowd to the outside and the Impala, before shooting Gabriel a text saying something along the lines of, ‘Cas and I are leaving early. Don’t call for the next 2 hours.’.
They drove in tense silence for the first few minutes of the short drive back to their dorm before Dean’s hand, that was before sitting innocently on his knee, traveled upward to palm Castiel roughly through his pants. Castiel moaned at the warmth of Dean’s hand cupping him through his slacks and by the time they reached their dorm both were already painfully hard. They rushed to their shared room and before they even got in the door their mouths were on each other, sucking, nipping and biting. Hands roamed their bodies as they flopped on Dean’s bed, their clothes lost and scattered on the way across the room. After a few moments of intense make out Dean said roughly in Castiel’s ear, “On your knees, facing the wall, ass in the air.” And Castiel did just that eager for what was to come. He heard Dean rifle through his drawers for a small bottle of lubricant and slicked himself up and lightly daubed some on Castiel’s puckered entrance, but no more. Castiel liked it rough. He pushed in slowly, with his hand tangled in Castiel’s hair, pulling his head back roughly, until he was ball’s deep in Castiel’s heat.
Castiel moaned and whimpered at the initial slow thrust inwards and his fingers dig in to the headboard at being penetrated with no preparation. Dean began to thrust his hips, immediately striking a brutally fast pace. His free hand which was massaging Castiel’s ass roughly moved backwards to strike down at his fleshy bottom, leaving a burning red mark and making Castiel yelp and moan loudly. he repeated this and bent down to whisper dirty snippets in to his ear.
Castiel moaned wantonly and called out, “Oh, God! Dean! I, I’m going to..!” He came with a yell and clenched around Dean who growled loudly and came as well, letting himself go completely flaccid before pulling out and laying himself next to Cass.
Castiel let out a gasping exhale, “I should let women hit on me more often.” Dean let out a possessive little grunt and folded himself over Castiel and said, “Go to sleep, asshole. I love you.” Cas smiled and said, “I love you too, Dean.