Bed...

"A bed sounds nice."

And his head is filled with images, quite suddenly and without prompting. They're not clear, because he's never been there, but he knows the technicalities of sex, and things just click into place as Castiel feels something wet leak from his bottom and into his underwear. His cheeks flush visibly now, and before he even realizes what's going on, he stands closer to Sam, close enough that the world smells like alpha, and all Castiel can think about is that Sam is tall, so he must be big, so his knot must be huge.

And right now that's all he wants. He's not even thinking clearly, just acting on what his body, his hormones demand, wanting a knot and barely able to care for where it comes from. The feast smelled like too much alpha, triggering what's been slowly brewing in him ever since he presented, and just then all Castiel's body tricks him into wanting and needing is a big, strong alpha with a big knot and every intention of making him their bitch.

Castiel grabs a hold of Sam's shirt, getting the sweet, dark scent of a rapidly mounting heat all over Sam.

"You should take me to bed, Sam."