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The thing is, now that Dean has thought about it (it) he can't seem to stop. He likes Cas. A lot. The little guy has become an important part of his life. He's really not sure what to do.
Cas moves his Orc figurine across the board. He points at two enemy archer figures nearby. "I'm going to hit that one!" He declares.
Dean hands him the two required dice, and the Enochian tosses them across the table. He can't really shake them, so mostly he just throws them as hard as he can. It has resulted in a few lost dice and a broken vase, but it's generally amusing enough that no one cares.
Cas beams when he sees his role, Charlie cheers. "You fuckin' smoked him!" She yells. "Awesome job!"
She hold her palm up near Cas, who slaps it with a tentacle. He skitters across the board to collect the archer personally, and hold it triumphantly above his head before moving back off.
Charlie laughs loudly at Cas's antics before moving to take her own turn. She's been coming around more lately. First she came once with Kevin, and now just comes over all the time. Dean is glad, she's quickly becoming one of his best friends.
Everyone is here tonight: Charlie, Kevin, Gabriel and Sam. It's quickly becoming routine to have Saturday night game night at Dean's place, and Dean doesn't mind a bit.
Dean looks around the table, and a warm feeling grows in his chest. He cares about everyone here, they're his friends. It feels good to have friends again. For a while he'd kept mostly to himself. He realizes with a start that if it hadn't been for Cas he probably would never have met most of these people.
"Do I need clothes, Dean?" Cas asks one day, from inside his tank. He's peeking his head over the edge, resting it on a tentacle.
"What?" Wonders Dean.
"Clothes. You wear clothes. I wish to be more like you." He trills.
"You're just fine the way you are, Cas." Dean says. He holds his hand just above the water so that Cas can climb up onto his palm. Once there, he looks up at Dean. He looks a little sad.
"I wish I were bigger." He admits.
Dean rubs his thumb over Cas's hair, ruffling it. Cas slaps at the human, pouting up at him. "This is serious, Dean!"
Dean huffs a laugh. "You're perfect, buddy. Why are you worrying about this all of a sudden?"
Cas doesn't answer. He just bites his lip and looks away. Dean thinks he sees a blush sneaking up the Enochian's body, but he doesn't get a chance to look because Cas is scampering up his arm and neck to sit on his head. He buries himself in the man's soft hair, making soft cooing sounds. He refuses to come down for the rest of day.
Dean in on his back, in bed, staring at the ceiling. He can't get to sleep, he's been trying for hours, but he just can't. It doesn't help that he's incredibly horny for no discernible reason. He's been waiting for Cas to go to sleep, because he wants to jerk off but he doesn't want to have to to it the bathroom at the own house. He's got lube and napkins in his bedside table, he's all ready.
Finally, he thinks Cas is asleep. When he looks over at the tank he can see the little guy curled up in his cave.
Dean reaches down to push the blankets off of his groin, then hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down and off of his legs. They get tossed to the floor.
He strokes his dick dryly a few times, just getting the feel, before reaching over and grabbing the lube. He squirts some into his hand and puts the bottle away.
His hand comes down to wrap tightly around his dick, and he begins to stroke, teasing his slit with his thumb on the downstroke. He moans quietly, lowering his other hand to play with his balls. He closes his eyes. It feels so good, and he's so lost in it, that he doesn't hear the quiet splash, or the pitter patter of small tentacles across the table.
What he does finally hear is the quiet gasp.
Dean's eyes fly open and he looks down. There, sitting on the bed next to Dean's bare hip, is Cas. He's dripping water everywhere, staring open mouthed at Dean's hand as it moves feverishly along his length.
"Shit!" Dean exclaims, he lets go of his genitals to grab his blanket and throw it over his bottom half. "Fuck, Cas! I thought you were asleep!"
Cas looks up at him, he takes a breath. "Let me help!" He says.
"What?"
Cas grabs the edge of the blanket and starts to pull it up. "Let me help!" He says again.
And if he says that that doesn't send a bolt of longing straight up his spine he'll be lying, but he can't take advantage of Cas, and he's sure the little guy doesn't realize what he's saying.
"Cas." He says, trying to calm his pulse. "Why don't you go back to bed."
Cas crosses his arms over his chest and glares up at Dean. "I know what you're doing, Dean." He chirps. "I am not a child! And I wish to help."
Dean stills, and before his brain can catch up to him, he's opening his mouth. "Okay." He says, and he jerks back the cover.
Cas stares up at his dick again, this time his face is determined. He quickly climbs up Dean's hip, making the man squirm. He wastes no time, going straight for Dean's dick and wrapping all of his tentacles around it.
When he starts to move them all together Dean drops his head back to his pillow. "Fuuuuuuck." He breathes.
One of Cas's tentacles comes away and winds down to play with Dean's balls and the man has to bite his lip to keep from shouting.
He's thought about how good those slippery limbs would feel on his length before, but his imaginings do the real thing no justice at all. It feels so good, so soft and smooth and Cas is rubbing at Dean's slit with one of his long limbs.
Dean let's out a shout when he comes, throwing his head back and closing his eyes tight against the sensory overload.
When he he finally looks down he almost laughs out loud. Cas is sitting next to Dean's slowly softening dick, scowling and covered in come. Dean laugh dies on his lips when the Enochian begins to lick the come off of himself.
Dean swallows. "Come up here, Cas." He pats his chest.
Cas squirms up, smearing jizz everywhere and plopping himself down on one of Dean's pectorals. Dean lowers his head, hesitates for a moment, then sucks one of Cas's little tentacles into his mouth.
Cas gasps and lets out a series of tiny shrieks. They don't sound pained, though, and he doesn't try to move away. He writhes on Dean's chest as the man runs his tongue gently along the under side of the sensitive limb.
Once he's got the limb all cleaned he lets it out of his mouth with a wet plop. Cas is breathing heavily, staring up at him with hooded eyes.
Dean takes the next tentacle into his mouth and repeats the process. About the time he gets through with the second one, the little guys lays down on his back, overcome. His tentacles are splayed around him. Dean takes his pointer finger and gently moves a bunch of tentacles to the side, and for the first time he sees Cas's underside.
It's soft and smooth and flushed a bright red. There's a slit, leaking black liquid, and above that is a small cock protruding from a sheathe. It's swollen and red.
Dean rubs the tip of his pinky along the slit, and is rewarded with a high, keening moan. He slips the tip of the pinky inside, and begins to rub back and forth.
"Dean!" Cas huffs.
"This okay, Cas?" Dean asks breathlessly.
"Yes!" Cas shrieks. "Don't- don't stop!"
Dean continues to fuck Cas with his pinky, but then he sticks out his tongue and begins to lick Cas's tiny dick over and over again. Then, it's too much. Cas comes with a shrill shriek, spilling black ink over everything. He goes limp, and they both lay there breathing heavily for several long minutes.
After a while, Dean feels Cas start to move. He climbs a little higher and curls up beneath Dean's chin.
"Are we mates now, Dean?" Cas chirps.
Dean lets out a slow breath. He has a moment of panic, but it's quickly overcome by a wave of fondness for Cas.
"I think we might be." He says.
Now how the hell is he going to tell his brother he's in a relationship with a tiny octopus-person?
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