Title: Reason Number One for Reinforced Glass
Author: shink_fic
Disclaimer: I lie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~620
Genre/ Pairing: Dean/Castiel, pwp
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Blasphemy
Summary: For the dean/castiel kinkmeme: Castiel tends to lose control of his Inner Angel mid-orgasm, resulting in much destruction of random glass & electrical items in his immediate vicinity. Which would be no big deal once in awhile, but now that he's been introduced to Dean!lovin' and self!lovin', it's happening all the time.

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After months of dancing around the issue, Dean finally gets a chance to fuck Castiel. They've just come back from a hunt, Dean injured and Castiel supporting him when Dean gives Sam a semi-subtle get-the-hell-out-of-here head jerk and allows himself to be dragged into the motel. Sam gets the hint and doesn't follow, walking back to the car with an eye roll.
   
The wound isn't even that serious, just a gash on his leg that might not even need stitches, but Dean doesn't care at this point. If Cas wants to comfort him, let him, as long as the comforting comes with a happy ending.
   
Cas drags him in, arm wrapped around Dean's waist and sets him on the bed, Dean trying to overplay his injury by grimacing, hissing when his leg knocks against the nightstand.
   
"Dean?" Castiel asks worriedly.
   
" 'm fine, Cas," Dean says, grinning tiredly.  He lays back on the bed and feels the same static charge that usually accompanies Cas leaving. "Stay here."
   
Cas purses his lips and looks around. Dean hammers the last nail in with his own version of Sam's puppy dog face, lips slightly parted and eyes trusting with just a hint of want. The angel sighs and sits at the foot of the bed, shoulders hunched forward. Dean grabs the cuff of his coat and pulls, gently tugging Castiel down until they're laying next to each other.
   
They've had this thing for a while. Rushed kisses and groping, Dean always worried about pushing Cas too far.
   
It starts slow, Castiel leaning forward and pressing their lips together, Dean pressing back slowly, waiting for Cas to pull away. Only he doesn't. The angel stays right there, kissing Dean, even when Dean not-so-subtly flips Cas so he's on top of him, 'cause, fucked or fucking, Dean needs sex. Bad.
   
Castiel's weight presses him into the mattress, making it hard to breathe in the best fucking way, and the angel's hard enough for Dean to feel it through two pairs of pants and a trench coat. He smirks into the kiss, grinding up into Cas lazily. Castiel moans and the sound of the bed post cracking barely registers in Dean's ears. Dean slides Castiel's belt off and fumbles with the button and zipper as Cas slips out of his coat, letting the material pool over their entwined legs.
   
Dean sits up slowly, Cas straddling his lap, and pulls Cas by his hips until they're flush against each other, grinding together with way too much fabric between them and Dean not caring because Cas is making these porn noises, little gasps and moans and keens, that totally make up for it. He can feel the angel's muscles tightening under his hand and knows he's close to coming, and just knowing that makes Dean feel pretty close to the edge himself. He snakes his hand into Castiel's open fly and jerks him once, twice when Castiel comes over his hand with a scream.
   
All the windows shatter and the TV explodes in a shower of sparks.
   
Dean pulls away from the kiss, distracted by the whole shit-blowing-up-are-we-under-attack? impulse.
   
"What the fuck was that?" he asks to the room in general, not expecting to be answered.
   
"I," Cas starts, voice rough. He has to stop, riding out the aftershocks of what has to be his first orgasm. "I apologize."
   
"You did that?"
   
Castiel nods, looking pensive. Dean is pissed off at him for about half a second, 'cause now he has to skip town before the owner of the motel makes him pay for all the shit they just broke, but has to laugh at just how ridiculous the whole thing is.
   
"We'll work on that," Dean says, chuckling.

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