[ There's really nothing to do but close his eyes and groan a little.
He likes the biting, never really realizing how much until Dean insisted on using his teeth, and the yank he gives him causes him to lurch forward more than he's prepared for, hands freeing themselves quick enough to slap against the table. Castiel pins Dean's thighs between them, stretching up to return those kisses over and over even as he considers gently pushing Dean back and climbing atop him.
It's a short-lived thought when his hips rock into the edge of it, and he shivers, panting against the curve of his mouth. ]
Dean —
[ He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what else to do. He wants-- There's so much that Castiel wants, so much he's afraid to just take, and he revels in the closeness for as long as he can, eventually lifting a hand to cup the side of his face. He presses their foreheads together again, pushes just slightly so their noses touch, and he allows himself to breath, to feel the dampness of Dean's lips and the warmth of each exhale. It's more than enough knowing he has him now, has him in ways that had never really occurred to him, had practically presented itself each time they'd come together. How backwards they are, seeking comfort in the worst ways.
His thumb gently traces the hard ridge of his cheekbone, holding himself still and quietly asking for the other man to hold him like this. Just a little longer, at least until the drugs really start to take affect and he has to end it. ]
[ despite the hunger for more, his limbs are starting to feel heavy, sluggish. drugs have never been dean's thing, he could never sink himself into the habit the same way cas did. sure, he'd taken part in some stuff all through his life, though less when he'd hunted with sam, and even less afterwards.
it's the only reason he isn't up now, isn't pinning cas against the nearest surface available and taking what he wants. ]
Don't stop.
[ his face feels hot, just like cas' when the other man presses his forehead to dean's. he wants his mouth back on his, wants more skin to bite, to bruise...
except he's tilting his head into the touch, the solid feeling of cas' hand welcome as he watches him from under half-lidded eyes. he could watch him like this for a long time, trace the angles of his face, the shape of his mouth, his eyes... it's all a lot more endearing than he'd normally let himself think, yet here he is, wanting to just press right back in again and taste all of it.
all the while, the anger which is usually so present in him, is gone.
instead, dean feels like he's three minutes from either falling to his side, or into cas. whichever comes first. ]
[ He really doesn't want to, but he thinks he probably should.
Castiel's still far too observant, picking up on the trace amounts of slur in his words and the heated touch of his skin as he rests against him. He can feel his eyes on him through all of it, purposely keeping his shut as he considers what to do. Perhaps, if nothing goes wrong, they can pursue this later. There's time. For once, in so many years, they actually have it to spare. He thinks it would be good to take this slow, test it out. He is, after all, perfectly fine with experimenting and finding where things might lead.
There's a low noise in the back of his throat, almost a scoff. Then, he's tilting his head back and lifting up just enough to press a kiss to his forehead. ]
Come on.
[ He still caresses the side of his face, fingers curving gently against his jaw. ] You should lay down.
[ Or make it somewhere that isn't the table. Their bed is the final destination, and no matter how many times, he'll say it again if he has to. He's really not in the mood to be dragging Dean across the room with him half out of his mind from some painkillers. In hindsight, he probably should have given him one and called it a night. He gives another sigh, soft and quiet before kissing the corner of his mouth as if to say please. ]
[ lay down? he could do that, it could be nice. he could do so right next to cas, press right against him and breathe in that familiar scent that he's slowly starting to get addicted to, finds it that when he wakes up with his face buried in cas' hair those mornings aren't the worst.
so yeah, he could go lay down. sure. ]
...M'you're right.
[ with the kiss, dean starts pushing away from the table with that, against cas right until he's stepping away from him too. it takes only another step for dean to wobble, to falter in his step as he tries for the bedroom. one hand shoots out blindly for cas, grips him wherever he can. ]
Jesus, t'hell did you give me...
[ but as he'd reached out, dean realizes it's with his injured arm, which has him blinking down at the length of it like it's entirely new, like he's been cured of some horrendous disease. ]
[ He's immediately there the instant he starts to topple, sliding an arm around his waist in order to steady him, and it's not until Dean makes that particular comment that he realizes he's holding onto him with the arm he's just sewed up. Castiel gently pushes it down, staring at the bandage as he does so. Still slightly pink, no outstanding red, and he breathes a bit easier even as he sighs. ]
You're going to rip the stitches if you're not careful. [ Always so careless, even high on painkillers. He rolls his eyes. ] Lean on me.
[ Since that's the only way they're going to make it to the bed.
Castiel takes more of his weight and walks with him, half dragging him in an attempt to make it there a lot faster. There's still the concern of getting Dean out of those bloody clothes, and perhaps he'd miscalculated the time it should have taken for the medicine to work, storing the information away in case he'd have need of it again. And once there, once they make it to the mattress, he kicks the blankets aside to make room for them. ]
Easy.
[ The only command he gives him, doing his best to help him down onto it without knocking them both over or falling on him. ]
[ he's the leader here-- what was it, fearless leader, right? that's him, not cas, him. but he does lean on cas, can't really help himself from doing so once cas takes most of his weight. he hasn't been this useless in a long time, this out of it.
but cas is the only one to blame for that, so he gets to deal with it.
once in the bedroom, dean settles down with little difficulty, sprawling out over the mattress like it's the most comfortable thing. he's grabbing a pillow too, and pressing his face into it with a deep sigh... only cracking open an eye to look at cas. ]
C'mere already.
[ twisting his body, he's on his back a moment later, injured arm lightly at his side, bending at the elbow as his hand splays over his stomach, fingers toying with the cloth of his slowly riding up shirt. cas should lie down next to him, press against him and just be there...
that's not asking for too much, right? but then, and his eyes drop from cas as his thoughts take over, maybe it is. since when has he deserved something good in his life?
or maybe he can save the broodier thoughts for the morning. ]
[ There's a snort of annoyance at the comment, choosing to ignore it rather than chase a fight. It's not as if he should have to explain he's doing it to help him, but then, Dean has always been particular stubborn in some aspects. Castiel only goes with it, letting him take over once the difficult part is done. None of this seems out of what's slowly becoming ordinary from them except the very obvious invitation.
To join him.
He stares at him for a moment, tossing the idea around in his head. He's not tired, but-- A slight shake of his head, and he's dropping down onto his knees, easily navigating the small space to stretch out beside him along the side that's not hurt. ]
You're being difficult. [ Though his tone is light, almost teasing. ] Is this what you wanted?
[ Because he's carefully turning onto his side to face him, propped up by an arm and freely observing Dean spread out the way he is. He takes the position of his body into account, the slight bit of skin he can see from the way his shirt bunches up. Castiel wants to reach out and tug it down or slip his fingers under it to feel how warm he is, but he only uses his free hand to reach out and rest it on Dean's.
He's probably going to be in a lot of pain come morning, and Castiel wishes, not for the first time, that he could take it all away somehow. ]
[ dean looks pleased as cas drops down and crawls next to him, only turning his head to watch him once cas is comfortable. the touch at his hand is... dean doesn't know what to call it, but it only gets a glance and then his eyes are back on cas'. he's feeling tired now, finally, the sluggishness and heaviness in his limbs finally starting to drain his energy. ]
But y'know how to handle me.
[ which is probably another key to why all of this has happened the way it did, why they're here now after an especially interesting evening.
it's also why dean presses closer, just an inch, with a sigh. he doesn't offer anymore words after that, as it takes very little for the drugs cas had given him -- too much, by the way -- to send him to sleep.
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He likes the biting, never really realizing how much until Dean insisted on using his teeth, and the yank he gives him causes him to lurch forward more than he's prepared for, hands freeing themselves quick enough to slap against the table. Castiel pins Dean's thighs between them, stretching up to return those kisses over and over even as he considers gently pushing Dean back and climbing atop him.
It's a short-lived thought when his hips rock into the edge of it, and he shivers, panting against the curve of his mouth. ]
Dean —
[ He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what else to do. He wants-- There's so much that Castiel wants, so much he's afraid to just take, and he revels in the closeness for as long as he can, eventually lifting a hand to cup the side of his face. He presses their foreheads together again, pushes just slightly so their noses touch, and he allows himself to breath, to feel the dampness of Dean's lips and the warmth of each exhale. It's more than enough knowing he has him now, has him in ways that had never really occurred to him, had practically presented itself each time they'd come together. How backwards they are, seeking comfort in the worst ways.
His thumb gently traces the hard ridge of his cheekbone, holding himself still and quietly asking for the other man to hold him like this. Just a little longer, at least until the drugs really start to take affect and he has to end it. ]
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it's the only reason he isn't up now, isn't pinning cas against the nearest surface available and taking what he wants. ]
Don't stop.
[ his face feels hot, just like cas' when the other man presses his forehead to dean's. he wants his mouth back on his, wants more skin to bite, to bruise...
except he's tilting his head into the touch, the solid feeling of cas' hand welcome as he watches him from under half-lidded eyes. he could watch him like this for a long time, trace the angles of his face, the shape of his mouth, his eyes... it's all a lot more endearing than he'd normally let himself think, yet here he is, wanting to just press right back in again and taste all of it.
all the while, the anger which is usually so present in him, is gone.
instead, dean feels like he's three minutes from either falling to his side, or into cas. whichever comes first. ]
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Castiel's still far too observant, picking up on the trace amounts of slur in his words and the heated touch of his skin as he rests against him. He can feel his eyes on him through all of it, purposely keeping his shut as he considers what to do. Perhaps, if nothing goes wrong, they can pursue this later. There's time. For once, in so many years, they actually have it to spare. He thinks it would be good to take this slow, test it out. He is, after all, perfectly fine with experimenting and finding where things might lead.
There's a low noise in the back of his throat, almost a scoff. Then, he's tilting his head back and lifting up just enough to press a kiss to his forehead. ]
Come on.
[ He still caresses the side of his face, fingers curving gently against his jaw. ] You should lay down.
[ Or make it somewhere that isn't the table. Their bed is the final destination, and no matter how many times, he'll say it again if he has to. He's really not in the mood to be dragging Dean across the room with him half out of his mind from some painkillers. In hindsight, he probably should have given him one and called it a night. He gives another sigh, soft and quiet before kissing the corner of his mouth as if to say please. ]
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so yeah, he could go lay down. sure. ]
...M'you're right.
[ with the kiss, dean starts pushing away from the table with that, against cas right until he's stepping away from him too. it takes only another step for dean to wobble, to falter in his step as he tries for the bedroom. one hand shoots out blindly for cas, grips him wherever he can. ]
Jesus, t'hell did you give me...
[ but as he'd reached out, dean realizes it's with his injured arm, which has him blinking down at the length of it like it's entirely new, like he's been cured of some horrendous disease. ]
Huh... It doesn't hurt anymore.
[ hell, he can't feel much of anything anymore. ]
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You're going to rip the stitches if you're not careful. [ Always so careless, even high on painkillers. He rolls his eyes. ] Lean on me.
[ Since that's the only way they're going to make it to the bed.
Castiel takes more of his weight and walks with him, half dragging him in an attempt to make it there a lot faster. There's still the concern of getting Dean out of those bloody clothes, and perhaps he'd miscalculated the time it should have taken for the medicine to work, storing the information away in case he'd have need of it again. And once there, once they make it to the mattress, he kicks the blankets aside to make room for them. ]
Easy.
[ The only command he gives him, doing his best to help him down onto it without knocking them both over or falling on him. ]
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[ he's the leader here-- what was it, fearless leader, right? that's him, not cas, him. but he does lean on cas, can't really help himself from doing so once cas takes most of his weight. he hasn't been this useless in a long time, this out of it.
but cas is the only one to blame for that, so he gets to deal with it.
once in the bedroom, dean settles down with little difficulty, sprawling out over the mattress like it's the most comfortable thing. he's grabbing a pillow too, and pressing his face into it with a deep sigh... only cracking open an eye to look at cas. ]
C'mere already.
[ twisting his body, he's on his back a moment later, injured arm lightly at his side, bending at the elbow as his hand splays over his stomach, fingers toying with the cloth of his slowly riding up shirt. cas should lie down next to him, press against him and just be there...
that's not asking for too much, right? but then, and his eyes drop from cas as his thoughts take over, maybe it is. since when has he deserved something good in his life?
or maybe he can save the broodier thoughts for the morning. ]
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To join him.
He stares at him for a moment, tossing the idea around in his head. He's not tired, but-- A slight shake of his head, and he's dropping down onto his knees, easily navigating the small space to stretch out beside him along the side that's not hurt. ]
You're being difficult. [ Though his tone is light, almost teasing. ] Is this what you wanted?
[ Because he's carefully turning onto his side to face him, propped up by an arm and freely observing Dean spread out the way he is. He takes the position of his body into account, the slight bit of skin he can see from the way his shirt bunches up. Castiel wants to reach out and tug it down or slip his fingers under it to feel how warm he is, but he only uses his free hand to reach out and rest it on Dean's.
He's probably going to be in a lot of pain come morning, and Castiel wishes, not for the first time, that he could take it all away somehow. ]
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But y'know how to handle me.
[ which is probably another key to why all of this has happened the way it did, why they're here now after an especially interesting evening.
it's also why dean presses closer, just an inch, with a sigh. he doesn't offer anymore words after that, as it takes very little for the drugs cas had given him -- too much, by the way -- to send him to sleep.
sorry, cas. ]