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[ The sheer, rawness of that statement hits Cas unexpectedly hard for its honesty. It gets under his skin better than any dirty talk he could've dreamed up. And in Dean's voice— "I need you." It reverberates in Cas's head like a stroke to each nerve, and he jolts electric against Dean, gasping, wordless for the pleasure of Dean's hands, and his mouth, and the heat of him throbbing against Cas's palm. ]

I'm here.

[ He echoes Dean's words from before, but paler, gasping breathless against his mouth, writhing against him as the rhythm he set for them gets faster quick, and faster, urgent and needy, pleading with his body — and then begging with his name — for Dean to do the same. ]

Dean...

[ There's nothing slow and sensual here, nothing artful in the crash of blind affection, but Cas isn't ashamed, can't even remember what shame used to feel like. He revels in Dean's affection wantonly, rocking into the squeeze of Dean's hand, squeezing his cock with needy, eager strokes as conscious thought gives way to blissful nothing but Dean's touch, and his mouth, and the echoing need in his head—

Cas doesn't try to hold back when he's overwhelmed, just lets the buzzing warm, and fire, and burst until he's jerking harder away from the bench and into Dean's fist and coming, covering his palm and making a careless mess of Dean like that was something he was allowed to do; like he had every right to it. ]

Stay.

[ Stay, be with me, don't leave. I need you.

He means it, with every fiber of his being, every pump of his twisted, black heart. He needs Cas, now more than ever - with everything that's happened, everything that he's been through and seen and experienced, to have the angel show up at the end with the town in flames holding starbucks like am I late was just--

Well. Not to be ironic, but a godsend. Then to get separated in the ocean and unable to find him on that beach, Dean had thought he was going to lose his friggin' mind.

He slides his hand over Cas' cock rough, hungry, using precome to slick over soft skin, jerking him off like it's Dean that needs it to live.

Warm, wet stickiness pulses over Dean's hand just before he loses all of his control, spilling hot and thick right over Cas, claiming him in the same way, like he's his, and that's all that matters. ]

[ The wonderful thing about drugs, and sex, and sex while on drugs is that the voice in your head — the very loud, nasally one that tells you that you don't deserve to be happy, and that the universe isn't happy, and that good things in your life can't be real because reality is suffering and the cold empty embrace of nirvana at the end of all things is the real divine— that voice goes away, just for a little while. It's drowned out by dopamine and love that sounds like Dean's voice as he says Stay with me, I need you, and the coffee-stained whiskey taste of Dean's mouth, and the slick, hot pull of Dean's hand pulling him through orgasm. That is divine. Cas holds his breath and doesn't let himself exhale as the frantic stroke of his hand and the jerk of his hips towards Dean's all slows down, like winding a clock backwards.

When Cas exhales on the way down, it's a laugh. He laughs quietly right against Dean's mouth, genuinely delighted by the moment, ecstatic to be alive, or whatever this is. He pulls Dean down by the neck into lazy, slow kisses as he pulls on Dean's cock as much to feel the slick of come through his fingers as to work him through the aftershocks, and "I love you", Cas thinks so loudly and so profoundly that it's a wonder Dean doesn't hear it in his molars from how earnestly it's thought and how deeply he's kissed. ]

[ He's spent, breathing heavy, damp, hand wrapped still around Cas' cock. It's bliss, it's right and perfect, it's his and he doesn't know how he managed to take this for himself, but it's beautiful and he loves it.

He loves Cas, unequivocally, irreverently. It isn't said out loud, because that isn't and will likely never be the type of person Dean is, but it's thought, loud and in tandem with Cas, i love you i love you i love you - a mantra, a prayer, a meditation.

It's heard in his bones, in his soul, taken and absorbed and bounced right back, flung towards Cas tenfold, because Dean feels, and he feels violently, mercilessly. ]

( just timeskipping the cleanup and continuing from here lolol )

[ Uh, squid not octopus, actually. But the confusion is understandable, considering how comfortably he has himself wrapped around Dean's warmth. But all good things. Cas rolls his eyes and nips at Dean's ear at the nickname and reluctantly untangles himself. ]

Oh, that's right. I'm leading, aren't I?

[ Just going to rub that part in while he still has the chance. With a grin at Dean, he opens the door and lets himself in. Though it's the first time Cas has been in this newly reincarnated version of Dean's cabin, Cas takes a critical air on as he walks through the foyer, as if it's gorgeous and a world away from the previous incarnation. (If only he could've been so lucky, to come back better and not... more of the same.) ]

Mmm... Impressive. My options of bedroom are upstairs instead of the basement this time, I imagine? How many do I have to chose from?

[ He's sure there must be more than three (or at least three if, hope against hope, Dean really is willing to share) or else Dean wouldn't have taken him up on the claim and it would've been a nice bedroll on the floor of the basement again, or the more scenic greenhouse. Anyway, assuming there are three+ bedrooms this time, no doubt Dean will have his already decided, and probably an idea of whose will be for each Sam already, so no doubt this "choosing" of Cas' will be a formality. But shh. Let's not ruin the fun. With enthusiasm and false grandeur, Cas begins climbing the stairs, turned just enough to watch for Dean to follow him along on the way up. ]

You are.

[ laaa deee daaa flowers and sex and cleanup, OH MY. Jesus Christ I'm a dumbass ]

Dude, you're not sleeping in the basement. [ He pauses, peering up at Cas as he follows, lips twitching a little. ]

But c'mere, come see this big one down here, first. Main floor, no basement -- scouts honor.

[ Look, he'll even give the eagle scout salute, cause memorizing that shit came in super handy sometimes. People like a nice boy who's an Eagle Scout. ]

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[ Not sleeping in the basement, perhaps, but that's not to say the basement was all bad. Cas has some fond memories. ...Even if, on at least one occasion, there was crying involved. Still, Dean shared it— the basement room and so much more— with him. That reason enough to think fondly of sleeping quarters that were less than kind to his back.

Cas lifts his chin, eyes narrowing as Dean tries to lure him back down. What kind of self-respecting bedroom is on the ground level of a place? But even if it's a trap and not a bedroom at all, Cas rolls his eyes and acquiesces stepping back down the steps with heavier footfalls than he'd taken going up it, because this is Dean, and Cas doesn't know how to do anything else than huff and complain and ultimately give Dean his way. ]

It had better be very big.

[ Normal bedrooms in normal houses, he guesses, but this is what he assumes is the Master, so he's showing it to Cas, because it's big and impressive and pretty. ]

It is. The bathtub is to die for.

[ BUBBLE JETS, CAS. Bubble jets. ]

C'mon. [ He reaches a hand out, fingers wiggling. ]

[ It has its own bathroom?? It's own bathtub? Alright, Cas hasn't even seen it yet, but he might be sold. That offered hand is completely unnecessary, and Cas' stupid, slutty heart flutters over it anyway. He can't even pretend to be anything less than enchanted as he takes Dean's hand and allows himself to be pulled along. ]

There is still an important mission to plan, but we could both use a bath.

You don't like my manly stench?

[ But no, it's true, they both need a shower, big time - and he'll tug Cas right down the little hall into the room, show him the big beautiful master suite with the tub, Dean's duffle thrown in a corner cause really, this was the first room he came across and dumped his shit in. ]

What do you think?

[ There are jokes to be made here, particularly jokes about floral-smelling blood, but Cas only gets as far as laughing before they're in the bedroom and that is— ]

This is quite a room.

[ The duffle Dean's left in the corner, a silent claim of ownership in Cas' mind, doesn't go unnoticed any more than the multiple exits or the nearest heavy object that could be wielded as a weapon. But Cas lets himself be distracted away from all of that to admire the large windows open to the view of the gardens and forest and night sky beyond, the unlit fireplace, the general sense of warmth radiating from this space, and the, yes, very large bed. It could use more curtains and beads if it were truly his, but there's something so Dean about this space that Castiel can't help but adore it. ]

Are they all like this?

[ Cas wonder aloud more to himself than expecting a real answer from Dean, and he helps himself to walking fully right in the room and drops his own bag on the bed along the way to the bathroom.

The bathroom— god, is equally stunning. There was nothing so large and so finished in the previous cabin, and even the house Cas stayed in back in Deerington barely long enough to call his own, never had a tub so large and— ]

Is that...

[ He examines the switches beside the doorway, reading the little labels, looking between the large stone and porcelain tub in the room's corner and the little knobs on the wall that seem to control it. ]

Dean, is this a bubble bath?

[ Cas doesn't actually know how a jacuzzi works, or what the soapy substance is that bubbles under the pressure of underwater jets. He's never seen such a thing in person. Actually, he's never really had a bath by the strictest definition. The tub they had at Camp Chitaqua was a horrible metal thing that almost no one used, all finding favor in the nearby lake. He bathed in it once, when his foot was broken. It was a miserable experience. He nearly broke the other foot trying to get back out of it.

But this... This is nothing like that, and Cas is already shrugging his cape to the ground and peeling off his shirt in his excitement. ]

I told you you needed to see it first.

[ Dean couldn't believe it when he walked in - he almost hadn't made it to the rest of the house, cause he'd gotten stuck here, staring out of the windows, hardly able to believe this was theirs.

He'd doubt it, at first. Baby had been sitting out front, glossy and new (And now properly spelled), so he'd assumed the house was theirs, even with the obvious upgrades to the outward structure.

But then he'd walked inside and thought twice about it - until he found their things. Cas' stuff, Sammy's books and trinkets, Sam's clothes neatly folded, their mothers charm bracelet carefully stashed away, his own little treasures.

It had to be theirs. ]

Not just like this, but there's a few more bathrooms, and like...four more bedrooms.

[ He follows after Cas in his exploration, giving him space, drinking in Cas' reactions like Dean had built the whole place himself.

Maybe he did. Hard to say. ]

It sure is. [ He's laughing at Cas' eagerness, pushing off the wall where he'd paused to lean, though he is definitely appreciating the view he's been gifted as he moves in. ] I take it you wanna give it a go right now.

You were right.

[ Do you hear that Dean?! Admission of your correctness, which is high praise coming from Mr. Sarcastic Cynic himself. ]

This is incredible.

[ Shirt off and tossed aside, Cas doesn't even hesitate in stepping out of his boots and immediately wiggling his narrow hips out of his pants. The only reason he pauses, even for a moment, isn't out of modesty, but out of surprise that— ]

Four more?

[ This is, by far, the largest house Cas has had the pleasure of being in since he fell. And it's Dean's. He's allowed to live here, to have a room here, to use a bath like this one, and just a handful of months ago this would have been an impossible dream.

It still feels like it might be, especially when Dean smiles at him like that. ]

Absolutely.

[ He agrees, enraptured, and still unabashedly naked. Then his lips split wide again in a manic grin, and he makes a bee-line for the tub. ]

There's hot water, right?

[ Whether there is or isn't, Cas is already climbing in and twisting the knobs of the faucet, figuring out by practice how to get the water running and the tub stopped off. He'll take an ice water bubble bath. He doesn't even fucking care. But how could a house this opulent not have a massive water heater? Everything about it seems planned to perfection. Thank you, Julia. ]

Yep. Four more bedrooms, and like...three moth bathrooms? I lost count.

[ It's crazy to him, but as he watches Cas strip down, eyes drinking in every inch of him, lips curling into a soft smile, he finds he doesn't really give a shit how it happened, only that it did. ]

Yeah, hot should be on the left, cold on the right. The bubbles are like...lavender scented, I think. Hope you don't mind.

[ Whatever was available, it didn't really...matter. Especially not when Cas has that on his face, the smile, the joy. Dean would kill a man to bring that smile out. ]

[ Four bedrooms and three bathrooms, christ. Cas wants to see all of them, wants to explore this house of Dean's (and his own, their home, top to bottom. But first? He wants a long, uninterrupted soak. The hot water's on blasting, almost hot enough to scald, turning his naked skin pink and steaming up the cool porcelain as soon as it hits. A lavender scented bath. Like Cas would complain about that. ]

Are you kidding? I'm going to fall asleep here, if I don't die of sheer contentment first.

[ The hot water slowly rising (and no clue how to make the bubbles start but confident in the assurance that Dean is here to stay and help him figure it out), Cas leans his arms over the edge of the tub and reaches in Dean's direction. ]

Come here, beautiful. Keep me from drowning.

[ Why not literally, now? Metaphorically, isn't that what Dean's always done? ]

[ Don't worry, Cas. He's got you covered -- he knows exactly where the bubbles are, and he reaches to push the button to turn on the jet, dump some lavender bubble bath in cause CAs deserves luxury. ]

Anytime, Cas. I got you.

[ He peels himself free of his clothes, tosses them aside before carefully stepping in, moving to slip his arms around Cas' frame. Come here, slippery. ]

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