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Castiel grunted in acceptance, wishing to tell Dean that he was his no matter what, and he would not be far at any given time, but he couldn’t. Overwhelmed and filled with desire, a moan fell from his lips at the feel of Dean’s hand gliding over the tented fabric of his pants, and he paused the kiss to bite Dean’s bottom lip gently, awaiting the hunter’s next move.

Dean cradled his angel’s face, kissing him desperately in hopes that his angel would know that he meant everything. That regardless of everything that they’ve been through, when he says he loves his angel, he means it. He moaned as Cas bit his bottom lip, “Mmmm, Cas…” He unzipped the angel’s pants, pulling both his pants and boxers down. He wrapped his fingers around Castiel’s erection, the angel moaning and asking for more.

No matter how often they shared their bodies, united in such an intimate way, Castiel’s initial response was still astonishment and as the warmth of Dean’s touch ignited that anticipated fire within, he gasped for air. His hunter’s name was an awed whisper upon his lips and he fused their lips together harsher than before, “Dean.”

The muscles in his stomach clenched as he kept from moving into the tight fist surrounding him, which made his body tremble for him, yet he did not protest or whine. Castiel merely waited.

The hunter kept stroking his angel, his angel falling apart under him. The hunter loving all the sounds his angel lover was making as he writhed in pleasure and remembering how much he missed that and his angel. He leaned down, kissing his angel passionately, thrusting his tongue into his angel’s mouth, his lover moaning into the kiss as he erratically strokes his erection.