A/N: I do love writing Destiel. Hope y’all enjoy! Feedback always appreciated!
Dean is noisy.
He can’t help it. He’s always enjoyed sex, always loved the feel of skin on skin, never wanted to hold back any of the groans and growls the sensations pull out of him.
And sex with Cas? Well, that’s a goddamn out-of-body experience, and he can’t possibly be expected to be quiet with his angel sucking his cock, lips wrapped around his erection and blue eyes staring up at him with no angel innocence at all.
It’s not that they were wrong. Because he had finally accepted that, while they were not his kin, they were his family.
For whom he had - for whom he would - for whom he will always lay down his life.
Because in forty five sunrises and sunsets void of Sam and Dean, it became clear to Castiel that nothing in his world mattered as much as the Winchesters.
But that declaration - it didn’t belong to them. It belonged to him.
All those times Castiel had thrown himself in harm’s way, all those times he’d faced Death for no reason other than to buy the Righteous Man a few precious seconds - in his whole time spent alongside the two hunters, he’d never really admitted to his motives.
Never ventured to say the three words with which Dean’s kind were so enamored. The sentiment - it was difficult for the angel to make sense of. In some eight and a half years, Castiel had never named the profound bond for what it was.
But this time, through gritted teeth and lacerated lips, as excruciating pain gnawed at his gut, as he felt the life leak right out of him, this time, Castiel found the strength to own the elusive phrase.
I love you.
Maybe it’s the last vestige of his angelic nature.
Maybe it’s the clarity that comes with being so close to death.
Maybe it’s nothing more than the connection between two souls focused solely on the other.
But in the wake of those words, Castiel can see - hear - feel every thought passing through Dean Winchester’s mind.
An exercise in doubting it could possibly be true.
Because Dean surveys through all the reasons he’s sure he must be unlovable.
Every bottle of whiskey in which he’d drowned his sorrows - every broken chair he’d made a victim of his rage.
Every lie he’d ever told - every promise he’d ever broken.
Every time he’d dared to look into the mirror and couldn’t stomach the man he’d seen looking back at him.
The face of every person he’s gotten killed.
Every monster he hasn’t managed to slay. Every mistake he’s made.
Because the words have barely made their way out of Castiel’s punctured lungs when Dean’s giving him every but he can come up with.
It is only a few seconds but it is not a short list. He’s had years of practice convincing himself he’s broken beyond repair.
And so with what he believes could be his last breath, Castiel offers a clarification.
I love all of you.
All of you, Dean.
Every single shard I stitched back together after I pulled you from the depths of Hell.
Every aspect of your being.
Every precious part.
All of you.
Dean had a habit of misunderstanding Castiel.
But in that moment, in the small glance the two share, his meaning - its abundant and profound truth - is clear.
Okay imagine if you will. Dean Winchester bad boy of the school, horrible grades, smokes, one night stands, “straight”, bad ass car, maybe some arm tattoos. Then you have Castiel, A++ all around, “virgin”, nerd, always has random facts then Charlie, Cas’ best friend gets him to go to a party at megs house, and Meg is friends with Dean. So Cas ends up in the corner awkwardly and then Dean fucking Winchester comes around and it like “hey wanna get out of here?” And sweet “innocent” Cas is like blushing and stuttering then nods his head. They get back to deans and of course they’re gonna have sex and Cas just slams him against the door and deans all like “didn’t know you could be dom” and then Cas is like “didn’t know you’d be a sub” and then like Dean has handcuffs and like Cas’ spanks Dean a couple of times, there’s a cock ring involved and just yeah
Where Cas found some *toys online and bought them to try on Dean.
Dean on his back tied to the bed posts naked while Cas grabs a box of his *toys.
Dean moaning and screaming when Cas leave an oversized vibrater to pound his prostate.
Dean wearing 3 cock rings so there’s no way he can come until Cas let’s him.
Cas deep throating him and all Dean can do is beg Cas to let him come.
After an hour, Cas taking out the vibrater only to replace it with his own dick, not starting slow, just pounding him until Dean has tears in his eyes.
Cas loving to hear Dean scream and moan his name while he fucks him like there’s no tomorrow.
Cas knowing Dean can’t come, starts pumping Dean’s cock fast and hard until his balls turn blue while pounding him at the same time.
Dean being unable to moan cause his throat being ripped raw from screaming Cas’ name so loudly for hours.
Cas finally taking off Dean’s cock rings and finally letting him come.
Dean only being able to see white light from how intense his orgasm was.
After cleaning up, Cas wrapping Dean in a blanket, laying him on the couch and makes him hot tea with honey for his sore throat.
Cas’ chest pressed against Dean’s back on the couch watching Harry Potter until they fall asleep.