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When Dean got the call that Cas had a lead on Metatron’s possible whereabouts they had to drop The Godfather type mess in Chicago. Obviously.
Dean hadn’t expected Cas’ hideout to be so huge and when before either him or Sam could knock on the door, it opened he was a little confused but what really got Dean was what the nameless angel said to them as he opened it.
“The commander will see you.”
“Commander?” Dean repeated giving Sam a look that displayed his thoughts of ‘really, this fuckin’ guy’.
Though upon seeing the huge mission impossible style operation Cas had going on and more specifically Castiel’s huge fucking office he had, Dean had some… intuitive thoughts, that when to the tune of ‘Jesus Christ it’s so hot that he’s got an office like that. It’d be fuckin’ hot to fuck in there.’ But wait Dean really doesn’t need to be having thoughts like this right now there’s literally two whole wars going on and he’s also face to face with Cas now.
Cas hugs Dean and god he’s so warm and he’s missed him too much, then too soon he’s braking away and he’s hugging Sam and Dean definitely should not be jealous of his brother.
Dean knows he shouldn’t but it leaves his mouth before he can really think about it “commander?” He says to Cas with a cocky lift to his brow and oh, that’s sent a spark down his spine and if Dean’s not imagining it Cas straightens a little too.
“Not my idea.” Cas says with a roll of his eyes; though, again, Dean thinks he sees something else there.
But then Cas is pretty much asking him and Sam to torture some angel and a completely different need fills Dean’s head.
Since Dean was given The Mark from Cain he’s been noticing that he’s been having more and more violent thoughts and since touching the first blade he acts on those instincts more, but it’s not just anger he feels. There’s also fear that grows daily, Dean knows that the anger is growing and he doesn’t want to hurt people, he doesn’t want to hurt Sam again and he doesn’t want to hurt Cas either, but he can’t stop it; so in infamous Dean Winchester fashion he ignores it.
One thing he can’t seem to ignore though is the lust that’s been growing along side the anger. Dean knows he’s pretty much always been a horny guy but he also knows that at 30 he probably shouldn’t have the sex drive of a eighteen year old; not that he’s complaining, too much, it can get a tad annoying when he just want to sleep but little Dean won’t cooperate.
Before Dean touched the first blade most of his lust was aimed at the cute waitresses and women he’d pass, nothing had really changed, but after that fucking ex-men-of-letters shoved the blade in his hand they’ve switched. It wasn’t like a light tho the change was gradual just like the rage it was slow at first. Now though when he’s alone almost every time his thoughts drift to Castiel. Not that Dean thoughts hadn’t drifted to Cas before he got the mark. After purgatory things between them changed, but purgatory is like Vegas; what happens there stays there.
When Sam and Dean get back to Cas after sassing that dumbass angel into giving them the info he had, there’s not much for them to do other than talk. So Castiel updates them on what he’s been doing and Sam and Dean do the same, but when another angle comes in to tell Castiel that that dumbass angel was dead there was no time for friendly catch ups. Cas assumed there must be someone in his ranks that is on metatron’s side so they set off to try and find the mole.
Unsurprisingly they don’t find them. When Dean gives up he sits at one of the desks in Cas’ office, he’s reading something when he feels that tell tail electrical zing in his forearm that tells him he’s about to be overwhelmed with thoughts the mark forces into his mind.
But nothing happens.
He looks down at the papers in front of him and scowls, that’s never happened before.‘Huh, maybe that means it’s stopping?’ He thinks. He hopes.
His thoughts are interrupted though by Cas coming back.
“Are you alright Dean, are those papers infuriating?” He smiles, closing the door behind him and standing there.
He’s definitely mad.’
Cas takes another deep breath. “I know this isn’t the most appropriate time but, I have missed you.”
Welp. That is not what Dean thought was about to happen, he thought he was going to get chewed out but from the look in Cas’ eyes he’s looking for something different.
“Erm, I- missed you too, man.”
“No, Dean, I miss, you.” Castiel repeated, emphasizing his last words by dragging his eye over Dean.
Oh. Well, maybe somethings don’t stay in Vegas.
“What r-right now? E-Right here?” Dean asks raising his brow.
Castile doesn’t answer, all he does is walk over to the windows to close the blinds. There are too many windows for Dean’s likening, it takes far to long.
On Cas’ way back over to Dean the look on his face goes from a smirk to down right pornographic. Little Dean perks at the sight.
Cas saunters back over to Dean, grabs his hand, yanks him up from his chair, and starts leading him to the couch in the corner of the office.(‘was there always a couch over there? Oh who cares.’)
Plonking Dean down on the cold leather couch, Cas grins. “We have to be quick, Dean, my followers are quite nosy.”
Dean smirks. “of course commander, we can be quick.”
“I like it when you call me that Dean.”
“I know,” Dean huffs. “Commander.”
Cas hums low in his throat. “Take it off.” Cas puffs.
“Take what off Cas?”
“Everything, Dean.” Cas’ eyes lathe over Dean’s clothed body. “Now.”
Dean’s swallow is audible. “Shit, okay. What about you?”
Castiel laughs through his nose with a smile, then slowly starts to strip from his coat.
Dean follows suit making light work of his own clothes giving him time to watch as Castiel undoes his belt and trousers, getting to enjoy the view as he pulled everything down all at once exposing him for anyone to see if they just opened the door. The thought of all those angels just on the other side of those thin walls while they did something so un-angel-like made this so much better for Dean, something about corrupting an angel of the lord just did it for him. Though he wasn’t really the one doing much corrupting right now.
Once Cas had stepped out of his puddle of clothes he straddled Dean’s lap, boxing him in with his arms as he did.
“it’s been too long, Dean.” Cas said, his breath ghosting over Dean’s face.
“You know, commander, I know something else that’s long,.” Dean joked.
“Oh, yeah?” Cas smirked down at Dean there faces close enough Dean could just lean up and catch Castiel’s lips in his own, but he doesn’t.
“Yeah.” He replied instead as he ground his hips up into Castiel’s for the friction they both desperately wanted. They both let out deep almost primal moans at that.
A chant of fucks and shits and soft ahs left Dean as they found a rhythm together.
Dean pulled Castiel closer, one hand staying on his hip to keep up their rhythm, so he could plaster his neck and shoulder in dirty open mouthed kissed pulling soft hums of contentment out of Castiel.
Making Dean, in turn, grind up into Cas harder.
“Oh, yes, Dean. hum.” Cas was clearly close so Dean doubled down gripping both of Cas’ hips so he could guide him as he wished.
Then Castiel was chanting Dean’s name like it was the only thing that mattered.
“Dean, oh.”
“Dean.”
“Dean.”
“Dean.”
Wait that last Dean didn’t sound right.
“Dean!” Sammy? Oh shit are they gunna get caught?
“Dean!” Dean blinks and he’s back at the desk he was at before still looking at those same papers he has no clue about, he turns his head to the left and sees that Sam is trying to say something that doesn’t reach his ears.
Dean’s ears ring as he looks around the room there’s no Cas in sight and as he looks over his shoulder he see there’s no couch either.
“Dean! Do you not hear your phone!” Sam’s words finally get through to Dean.
“What? Yeah.” Dean scowls confused but picks up the phone anyway.
It’s Crowley.