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Dean flops to the side, sweat-slicked and out of breath. God, Cas gets better every time, and that’s saying something, considering how mind-blowing their first time was.
“Damn, man,” he huffs, still feeling little jolts of grace-powered pleasure zipping through his veins. “You don’t disappoint.” He lets his head roll to the side, grinning wide and wicked at Castiel, who smiles back in that shy way he has.
“It was to your satisfaction, then,” he says, one arm draped above his head as the other flops over his stomach.
Dean blows a raspberry. “And then some.”
There’s a moment where Castiel doesn’t speak, and Dean’s just thinking of rolling over, snuggling into his angel’s arms, and murmuring more praise in his ear—
“I should let you sleep,” Castiel says, and before Dean can get a word in edgewise, Castiel says a quick goodnight and poofs out of the room.
“For fuck’s sake,” Dean mutters, flopping back on his pillow with a huff.
“Hey, uh, Cas?”
Dean does a quick sweep of the bunker’s library to make sure Sam’s not around before dropping into the chair next to Castiel’s.
“Yes, Dean?” Castiel says, glancing up from the lore in front of him to offer Dean a soft smile. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, I uh…” He scratches the back of his neck, his face heating as he struggles to find the words. “We gotta talk about something.”
Castiel pushes the book away. “Of course. You know how I enjoy our talks… our time together.”
Oh, okay. Dean clears his throat, suddenly not sure where to look with Castiel’s full attention on him. Is it hot in here? Did Sam crank the heat again? “Look, Cas, you know how much I love having…”
“Sex,” Castiel offers when Dean trails off. “Yes, I’m well aware.”
“Yes, sex,” Dean blurts, waving his hands around, trying to brush off the awkwardness he’s feeling. He’s had the guy’s dick up his ass, for fuck’s sake; this shouldn’t be that hard. “I wanted to talk about after.”
“After?” Castiel does that stupid little head tilt Dean can’t get enough of—the one that makes him look like a confused puppy.
“Yeah, you know, after.” The squint tells him Castiel’s not getting it. God, is he really going to have to spell it out for the guy? “I’m talking pillow talk, man,” Dean blurts, because even if he doesn’t generally do chick-flick moments, he still needs some attention when it’s all said and done. Besides, chick-flick moments are different with Cas—not so vomit-inducing.
“Pillow talk,” Castiel muses, then nods like it makes perfect sense. “I can do pillow talk.”
Dean rolls into Castiel’s arms, exhaustion taking over as he lays his cheek in the space between Castiel’s shoulder and bicep.
“Fuck,” he breathes, dropping a hand on his angel’s stomach. “That was awesome.” He closes his eyes, letting himself sink into the feeling of a warm body against his.
“Pillows are notoriously fickle. You should do your research before picking one out.”
Dean opens one eye. Did Castiel just…
“Firmness is everything, and you should consider your sleeping position when picking yours out.”
Yeah, Dean’s definitely not hallucinating.
“It is my understanding that some humans prefer two or more pillows, though if you purchase the correct style, you shouldn’t need more than one.” Castiel shrugs, but the seriousness in his voice tells Dean he’s done some major research.
“Cas,” Dean says, lifting his head to look the angel in the eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Pillow talk,” Castiel says, his eyes wide and sincere. “I don’t require sleep, as you know, but I do find these pillows a little firm, so perhaps you could—”
Dean snorts, then slaps a hand over his mouth, but come on. Does he seriously not know what pillow talk is? He really shouldn’t be surprised considering how fucking literal Castiel is—it’s his mistake, really.
“Babe, when I said I need pillow talk, I wasn’t talkin’ about discussing actual pillows.” Dean shakes his head, fondness melting in his bones as he takes in the confused frown staring back at him. “Pillow talk is like, you know, the chick-flick crap after sex. You say nice things about me, we cuddle, you stick around until I fall asleep—that’s pillow talk.”
“Oh.” Castiel frowns, his face screwing up in confusion. “Okay.”
“We clear now?” Dean says, another chuckle falling from his lips as he sinks back into Castiel’s arms.
“I think so.” A pause, then— “I really enjoyed the shape and heft of your—”
“No,” Dean barks, slapping a hand over Castiel’s mouth. “Wrong. Just—we’ll practice. Don’t say anything.”
“Okay,” Castiel says, like he couldn’t care less either way. “I really do enjoy your penis, though.”
Dean lets out a heavy sigh.