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The biggest downside of the bunker is the lack of windows. Even though no matter how much sleep Dean got the night before, he would always wake up to the sun rising off into the distance, the light shining through the blinds. He misses the way it felt on his skin, the sun kissing his freckles. On good days, he would feel the slow pull of his dream reach out to him and beckon him back to sleep, his eyelids drooping, the minutes passing like hours. On those days his heart tugs more profusely. He yearns.
Today was one of those days. He feels the weight of his heart against his ribs, the pulse punching him. He felt the echo of a prayer start to form in his mind, knowing who it was for the moment the first word started to form. he lets the prayer flow through him, imagining his string of words escaping his mind to lead to the recipient. He yearns harder than he's ever thought to be capable of. he doesn't feel the sun's warmth trickling in through the glass, but he can feel his dream teasing him toward sleep again. He felt the atmosphere around him shift, like the gravitation of his earth pulling towards his sun. he heard footsteps inching closer and closer towards him from outside his door. Without knocking, Castiel enters the room, his grace overflowing Dean's senses like a blanket handwoven with care and love. He makes no effort to open his eyes, already envisioning the fondness crinkling Cas' eyes. Dean absentmindedly shuffles closer to one side of the bed, feeling the edge of the bed against his back. The minutes pass like hours but to Dean's displeasure. He hopes his silent plea and prayer convinces Cas enough, he knows how much it can take to break the angel's will. Shockingly, he feels the air shift with Cas' movements, the covers being peeled back, and the warmth of Castiel's vessel mere inches away from him.
He didn't really think he would get this far, slowly opening his eyes to make sure that his dream wasn't successful in lulling him back to bed. He opens his eyes to see Cas. His face is so close to his own, feeling the quick inhale and exhale of Cas' breath against his cheek. He suddenly feels shy, feeling his face beginning to redden. He knew he wanted to be close to Cas, but the reality of the situation made his mind draw a blank, not knowing what he wants next and only knowing that he wants.
Please, Cas.
Without needing the formalities of a normal prayer, Dean just pleads. He looks straight at Castiel's eyes. He pleads, over and over, replaying the prayer in his head and hoping that Cas' will is as weak as his today. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Cas' calloused hand cradle his jaw. He feels the warmth radiating through the skin. He feels the space between them close shut, their lips sealing their connection. The soft press of Castiel's lips against Dean's drives him mad, the chapped lips so incredibly pliant and smooth. He moves ever so slightly closer, a sharp intake of breath coming from the angel across from him. Dean feels the hand on his jaw move to the back of his neck, making him stay in his position. Dean's mouth opens up, allowing exploration from Castiel's tongue. Despite the methodic nature of the kiss, Castiel's warm and wet tongue pressing against Dean's bottom lip makes Dean see stars behind his eyelids. He feels the minuscule pressure of Cas's tongue send sparks throughout his chest. Just as Castiel's tongue enters Dean's mouth, he sighs deeply with an echo of a whine attached to it. Castiel explores Dean like it was his first time kissing him, testing every press and lick of his tongue against Dean's tongue. The pressure of Cas' tongue shocks Dean every time, a quick and low moan rumbling in his throat. With every low growl of Dean's pleas, the hand on his nape twitches. He pleads again.
More.. please, more...
The hand grabs Dean's nape fully, pushing their lips stronger together. Castiel's tongue takes on a new wave of feverishness, relentlessly trying to taste every molecule located in Dean's mouth. The stark contrast shocks Dean, A high whine escapes him. The breaths between them are heavy and numerous, the heat and ferocity of the kiss made Dean's cock twitch fiercely. He places his hands against Castiel's firm chest, acutely feeling his heartbeat under his right palm. He starts to lose his breath, but he can't fathom parting from Cas' lips at all. He grips the white cotton dress shirt from under his palms, Castiel escaping Dean's mouth to bite at his bottom lip. Dean arches away from the kiss, breaking it with a wanton moan. He feels Cas' wet lips kiss his pulse, his hands moving to card his fingers through the back of Castiel's hair. Dean grips Castiel's head tightly, moaning louder and louder with every kiss on his throat. As Castiel moves up towards the juncture between Dean's ear and throat he groans, low and deep and guttural. Dean feels the moan ricocheting through his chest, a quiet moan in response coming out. Castiel stills right above Dean's right ear, his breath was uneven and rough.
"Did I help you with what you needed, Dean?" Castiel says, his voice low and quiet but still able to rumble against Dean's body. All Dean can do is lay there and nod, dumbly. He feels Castiel smile against his cheek, A kiss on it accompanied right after, "Do you need anything else?" Dean shakes his head, quiet from the rush of the kiss and from just waking up. Castiel moves away from Dean's cheek to show his face again, Dean smiling with the same gleefulness as Cas. Castiel gives Dean one more slow and sensual kiss before removing himself from the bed, "I'll be in the library when you get up," Cas says with the same cheerful smile stuck on his face. He goes to exit the room, his footsteps lighter than the ones Dean heard before Cas entered the room.
"Thank you, Cas," Dean finally says, His voice quiet and soft. Castiel stops in his tracks, turning around to smile even brighter than before. The smile is incredibly contagious, Dean feeling the smile forming on his lips before he even realizes it.
"Of course, Dean," Castiel replies, turning to open the door, glancing back at Dean before closing the door behind him.
The painful yearning stops, the punching in his chest softening down. Dean flips the pillow underneath his head to the cooler side, deciding to, at least, sleep for one more hour. Even with the lack of windows to allow the sun to shine in, Dean has his own sunlight to wake him up with more warmth and love than he can ever imagine.