Now, that was hot. Super, super hot. Cas begging for him, and only him. He hadn't been kidding when he said he prepped himself--Dean's fingers were slick when he pulled them out and he grabbed the lube that had been left on the bedside table to prep himself in turn. He did as much as he could bear before he was pressing into Cas, pushing his thighs apart as he slid into him almost too easily.

"Shit, Cas, oh god, you feel...so damn good..."