He's as damned as he seems/And more Heaven than a heart could hold (NSFW)

[fromfryingpantofire]

They tended to switch bars a lot, never sticking to any one location and they'd drive out a ways away from the bunker. Lebanon was way too small for them to hit up the bars there very often, but it wasn't that far to the state line and there were other towns around, too.

Sam and Dean had gone their separate ways tonight, each planning to hustle pool or cards in a different place. As usual these days, Castiel had come with Sam. The former angel had picked up pool rather quickly, which wasn't surprising considering it was pretty much all math and angles. For the moment, though, Sam was the one cleaning the table with the current set of drunkards who had decided to try their hand against him.

He looked up just as he finished the current game, gathering up the money that had been bet. He'd been going to call out to Castiel, but the sound died in his throat when he saw someone else was talking to the other man. Someone who was entirely too close for Sam's liking.

He nodded to the other players, pocketing the money before walking over and putting a hand between Castiel's shoulder blades before letting it slip down. "Hey, Cas. Who's your friend?"

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[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam reaches up with his free hand, sliding his fingers into Castiel's hair and pulling his head back slightly so that he can look into Castiel's eyes as he pushes into him again. "You are amazing," he replies, pressing tight against Castiel's body. "You are everything to me, Cas. I love you so damned much."

[freetobe]

Castiel's lips fall open, but there's no sound, the noise getting stuck somewhere between chest and throat as his toes curl in ecstasy. It's a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he doesn't want to close them, doesn't want to shut out the image of Sam above him, those eyes that show even more warmth than the praise falling from Sam's lips.

And the fallen angel isn't ashamed to admit that a tear spills from the corner of his eye, a mixture of relief at hearing those words, and feeling so utterly raw inside out from the way Sam is making love to him. So instead he squeezes that hand tight, turns his head a little to nuzzle into Sam's palm, though he doesn't tear his eyes away from Sam's.

[fromfryingpantofire]

He doesn't expect Castiel to be able to respond. After all, they've had sex enough for Sam to know that, when it's really good and when things are just right, it's almost impossible for Castiel to speak.

Which, honestly, is one hell of a compliment for Sam.

He pulls back, pushing in again slowly, movements steady though it takes so much for him to keep it that way. "You are mine, Cas. And I'm yours. Nothing you say or do could make me push you away. Because nothing can make me stop loving you."

[freetobe]

Castiel's trembling lips open and close in what can only be interpreted as a plea, voicelessly begging for release, his own and Sam's, because he's on the verge of breaking on that peak, needs to feel Sam come warm and hot and deep inside of him, to seep deep into Castiel's core and stay there as part of him, in more ways than one. And the only word he can manage, voice wreck and almost faint, eyes feverish with love and adoration... is "Sam."

[fromfryingpantofire]

The chastity device rubs against Sam's stomach as his thrusts pick up speed and strength, body shifting slightly to press Castiel's legs wider apart to allow Sam as deep as he can get. "Fuck, yeah, you feel so damned good," he murmurs, his own voice just as hoarse now as he fucks Castiel as hard as he can. "Not sure I can hold back much longer."