There once was an angel who held a man’s hand in hell and said ‘Come.’
Only to hold that same hand in purgatory and say, ‘Go.’
and his brother will roll his eyes and whisper ‘gay’
"Come on, baby, just a quickie before we go meet Sammy," Dean dragged Castiel into the back seat of the Impala, hurriedly unbuttoning his newly cleaned dress shirt and tugging it off his shoulders. Cas went willingly, laughing softly and pressing a messy kiss to Dean’s bicep as Dean twisted around him to slam the door shut.
After a few minutes, Cas had Dean spread out in the cushions, whimpering softly, hips bucking up into his mouth.
“Ow, ow!” Dean shrieked and dug his fingernails into Castiel’s hunched over shoulders. The angel jumped, nearly hitting his head on the roof and looking up at Dean, blue doe eyes wide in shock.
“Did I hurt you? Should we stop?” Castiel gave him a once over as he wiped his spit-slick lips, searching for any type of injury as Dean continued to thrash about and groan, “what’s wrong? What hurts?”
“Jesus Christ! Getoff, getoff!” Dean groaned again as Cas shimmied off his legs, and hunched at the end of the bench and leant against the car door, tie that Dean had dragged him in with hanging limp down his bare chest.
“God damn,” Dean moaned, leaning over to clutch at his calf, rubbing the jerking muscles and hissing between his clenched teeth, “just a cramp, sorry. Where were we?”
He looked up to see Cas snickering into his hand and shaking his head.
“What are you laughing at?”
Castiel wiped his eyes and reached over to run his fingers through Dean’s spiked up hair, still smiling like an idiot. Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes as Cas pressed a kiss to his forehead.