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Dean and Cas had been together for about a year. They both retired from hunting, took Charlie’s magical no-limit credit card, and high-tailed it for Miami Beach, never looking back.
They kept in touch with Sam and Eileen, of course, as they continued to run hunting operations out of the bunker. But Dean had no qualms about giving up the life, after everything that had happened with Chuck and Jack and Cas. After it almost killed them both getting Cas out of the Empty. He wasted no time in returning Cas’s affections, and they had been together, in a committed relationship ever since.
What Dean especially loved about retirement in their quaint cottage in Miami Beach was the endless amounts of uninterrupted sex he and Cas were able to enjoy. And Cas was insatiable.
While he was still a capital A Angel, he rarely used his powers these days, only to keep Dean healthy and to keep their sex life, well, incredible, to say the least.
Tonight was going to be no different.
Cas and Dean had become friends with a group of gay men in Miami, and they were learning so much about things they could do in the bedroom, as well as becoming more comfortable being themselves in public. Dean was the happiest he had ever been, and Cas had everything to do with that. So, he cooked Cas’s favorite meal, Spaghetti alle Vongole, grabbed a couple of bottles of wine, and made sure their favorite lube was well-stocked.
When Cas returned from his evening walk on the beach, Dean immediately crowded him against the door and kissed him deeply and thoroughly.
Cas moaned happily. “Something smells amazing, Dean.”
“I made your favorite. I went out early and got fresh clams from the market. And voila! Spaghetti alle Vongole.”
Cas kissed Dean again. “I love you so much.”
Dean licked his lips. “Sit, babe, I’m wining and dining you tonight. I’m hoping to get lucky,” Dean winked.
“You’re definitely on the right track,” Cas replied, taking the seat Dean pulled out for him.
They enjoyed their meal together, being grossly romantic and drinking two bottles of wine.
“So, Cas baby, I’m hoping you can use your Angel mojo on us tonight. Because I have plans and only you can deliver.”
Cas stood and held his hand out to Dean. “Please, tell me more.”
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Two hours later, they were both covered in sweat and bodily fluids. Cas was moaning as he pounded into Dean’s already well-fucked ass. He came for the fourth time, filling Dean’s ass with even more come.
Dean followed him over the edge, coming with his own hand on his cock. “Fuck, Cas, I don’t think I’ve ever come this many times in one go. Bless your Angel mojo. Now, eat me out, please baby. Need your mouth.”
Cas flipped Dean onto his stomach and parted his cheeks with his hands, going to town on Dean’s hole with his tongue. Dean let out an endless string of moans and groans, bucking back into Cas’s mouth. Cas was relentless with his tongue, cleaning as much come from Dean as he could reach, moaning at the taste of Dean, enjoying the act immensely.
Dean came for the fifth and final time with Cas’s tongue in his ass, spurting onto the sheets below him.
Cas crawled up the bed to collapse next to Dean, kissing his sweat-slick skin on the way up.
They lay there panting for a few moments before Dean started to feel uncomfortable in the wet spot.
“Can you,” Dean gestured to his lower half and Cas laughed. In the blink of an eye, they were both clean, laying on fresh sheets.
“So,” Cas began, “that’s cheese packing.”
Dean nodded, eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. “Yep.”