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After the hole is sealed and Ninurta's done away with, your entire party is bippity bopped to the other side of the forest. If there were stragglers that got separated, you're all in one place again. If you lost gear, weapons, phones, whatever, it's back on your person, functional again. If you lost any organs you're on your own though. No but basically you've been bewitched to safety out of the forest and the evil noises have stopped, you're homefree, homies. There's a crow perched on a rundown fence post along the road watching you with beady little eyes before it takes off back into the forest.

The map takes you to a rundown little bed and breakfast not but a fifteen minute walk out that looks like it was abandoned a while ago. No foul play, just closed for business, the economy is rough when you're located next to a haunted forest. Feel free to avail yourself of its beds, there's no room service but least you don't have to pay.

[Mission: get your bearings, make sure all your shits there, do a headcount, follow the road. call dibs on a room. rest up]

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Cas-

[it's more of a surprised exhale than a protest, but he does buck up at the hand at his wrist reflexively, only settling down when his mouth is over his again. his shoulders sink against the mattress and he tips his head back with a groan, bringing his other hand up to clutch at the first thing it can find, the front of cas' coat to drag him down into it, opening his mouth against his in kind and grazing his tongue against his lip]

[ groans in kind, back curling as he's pulled in. the fingers around dean's wrist give a squeeze, gratitude or maybe encouragement, and he chases the touch of tongue with his lips before opening them wider to draw it in. ]

[pulls wrist through his grip until their fingers brush and he takes cas' wrist instead, pulling his arm up over his head as he leans up to press into his mouth harder. he lifts his knee between cas' legs to wedge his thigh against him while he struggles to get his jacket off one-handed, mumbling muffled noises that could be an attempt at words cas probably doesn't want to hear of the god variety]

[ for his part, the only noises out of cas' mouth now are so far removed from words there couldn't be any mistaking them. they're sharp pitched one moment, breathy from high in the throat, then flat and low and echoing in the space where their teeth are clashing.

when dean's leg settles between his, cas has to let go of his hold in dean's hair, palm slapping the bed to keep him from collapsing. it's fighting dirty, but cas knows how to do that too. he drags his lips from dean's, tucks his face into his neck to bite at the bolt of his jaw, only pausing to speak against his ear. ]

Two-- two hands would be more effective, Dean. Let me go?

[well now that his hair looks sufficiently ridiculous. his hips twist off the bed in response and he yelps, gruff and cut short when he snaps his mouth closed because there's people in earshot thanks. would not. have taken cas for a biter.]

--You got it.

[huffed out in a single breath, he lets his wrist go and turns his face to the side like ugly curtains take the wheel before moving to push the jacket off his shoulders, affecting his best the buck stops here tone]

No hickeys.

[ just the barest moment of a sheepish look directed at the sheets, maybe having gotten a little carried away, but he nods. ]

That's...agreeable.

[ pushes himself upright with both hands now freed, which leaves him in a position of straddling dean's upraised thigh, more of his weight being borne by the juncture of his legs. it's a new experience, to say the least, and it feels like the breath is being pressed out of him by that point of contact, which is all the more reason for him to be hasty in tugging at the ties of his coat to get it open and off as soon as possible. ]

[works himself up to an elbow to tug his own jacket free and shoves it off over the side of the bed, reaching down to unsnap his pistol from its holster while cas strips his toplayer down to set it on the table like good thing the safety was on that's all im saying.]

[tilts chin up to watch him after he settles back on his arms with that half-second smile reserved for post-purgatory cleaned up cas, reaching up to tug at one of the ties on his larp shirt]

Does that make me Buttercup?

[ all that gets dean is a brief head tilt and furrowed brows that say cas is neither familiar with the source material nor is he amused by the referencing thereof. ]

[ but whatever it is, it isn't something that dean finds offputting. it's more on-putting, at least as it pertains to dean's hands. he looks down at where the ties of his shirt are being toyed with and the confused look gets replaced by impatience. ]

I'll call you by whatever name you want if you get on with it.

[ he's not even sure what "it" is for them, how far dean is willing to take them, but wherever it is, cas wants to be there yesterday. ]

[holds his hands out in surrender but gives him a petulant dig of his eyebrows and purse of his lips anyway]

Okay, chill. Not like it's my first gay thing ever.

[leans forward to tug him down off his knee into his lap by the front of his belt and pulls at the strap with one hand to leverage it open. he gathers the hem of his shirt out of the way and runs the palm of his other over his stomach to come to rest at his hip, worrying his lip as he concentrates like it's a fuckin rubiks cube or something]

[ grabs for dean's forearms to steady himself once he slides down into the new position, almost bumping his nose into dean's chin before adjusting to it. close like this, he can see the hesitation and the uncertainty, and it makes him repentant. ]

Mine, too.

[ his voice has lost the impatient edge, and his hands are slower as they move to dean's wrists again. somehow, he knows telling dean that they don't need to keep going, that they can take it easy, would be a slight to his pride, maybe an implication that dean isn't up to the challenge, so he doesn't say it. but he hopes that dean knows it, that this isn't because he has something to prove. ]

I could help.

Well I'd hope so, I mean it takes two to...have a first gay thing.

[looks up at him finally after his hand stills at cas' touch]

You know if I- I'd put the emergency brake on. I'm just, it's uncharted territory, here. But it's not like I'm hurtin.

[gestures hand at his lap like. i mean. come on. speaking for itself down there. raises eyebrows at him before working the button closure open and tugging him forward again to slot their hips together for emphasis with a sharp inhale]

[ all the while dean's talking, he's watching his lips moving and trying very hard not to be distracted from the seriousness of the information being relayed. it's not easy to stay focused, especially when dean is unsubtle about drawing attention to his lap. then there's the relief of his pants placket being opened, making room for the swelling, right before the tugging business traps it against rough denim. ]

[ chases the air into dean's lungs on that inhale, sealing their mouths together again. dean doesn't get any words out of him in response to his confession, just noise muffled against his own lips and an overeager roll of hips. ]

[works a hand through his hair, fingers curling against the back of his neck as he chokes out another oh, god against his mouth. he plays a thumb over his hipbone before drawing his hand away to wedge it between them, hurrying to wrestle his own fly and zip open before moving his hand over the curve of his ass to drag him closer, hand braced behind himself on the mattress to grind against him through too many layers of clothes still]

[ shudders under the hand on his neck, down the length of his spine to his hips. they stutter, then fall back into the rhythm dean's directing. fitting his hands between their hips is out of the question because the current pace would be interrupted. he drapes both arms around dean's neck instead, elbows hooked over his shoulders and uses the leverage to keep dean within reach of his mouth at all times. ]

[ driving his knees and the soles of his boots into the mattress helps with the leverage, too, the grinding just shy of painful with how much pressure and friction they're generating. ]

[and denim is not kind. he has to move a hand to his chest to slow it down after a time before he grinds himself raw, tilting his face down to disengage mouths and mumbling a wait, wait to work his hand between them and shimmying the waist of cas' pants down on his hips. his palm slides a trail down from his navel, pausing for a beat to look up at him again before edging his fingers under the waistband of his shorts to draw him out with like all the care he'd handle a fuckin antique rifle, circling a callused thumb over sticky mess and sliding down]

[ ducks into the collar of dean's shirt, breath labored and uneven. the jackhammering pulse he'd encountered earlier is nothing in comparison to this. he mouths along the skin he can reach, nosing into the shirt for more, just to distract himself enough to keep it together (instead of crying out so loudly he breaks every window in the joint). his bared hips are still rocking, now in time with dean's hand. ]

[ uncrosses his wrists from where they'd been hanging at dean's shoulderblades and drags the hand back, fingernails dragging over the exposed skin of his throat, down his shirtfront, and into the open fly of his jeans to reciprocate. ]

[drops down to press his open mouth against his shoulder at first touch, hips bucking against his hand and fingers fumbling their grip in his hair until he evens out enough to hook his chin at his shoulder. pulling his lip between his teeth to cull the ragged breaths and the string of cas cas cas, he shifts closer, bumping against cas' fingers and prying him away to take them both of them in hand and slide together, grip twisting a painful knot in his hair as he stutters a low broken groan]

[ there's no denying that he tried to imagine, to fantasize what it would be like. in the fantasy scenarios, he'd tended to be very directive with dean, but reality is playing out much differently. he feels like warm clay, pliant and unable to hold his shape, just formed however dean's hands decide. the hand in his hair makes him throw back his head, mouth open but soundless. the hand squeezing and pulling makes his hips roll, then piston by alternates. he recrosses his arms behind dean's head and locks them there, one hand gripping an elbow, just to ensure he doesn't collapse. ]

[if he were at a point where he could string an idea together that was more than a gestural abstraction painting of obscenities, blasphemies and cas' name he might find it funny that he's about to get off just by grinding against cas like he's in gradeschool again, but here he is. his hand flutters restlessly from his twining grip at his hair down his back and over shoulders to dig into his shirt at his lower back, pulling fabric tight as he tilts his face against his bared throat to muffle the stream of aforementioned in between kisses licks and bites. noisy enough for the both of them at least, he only goes quiet when he relents to the cresting buildup and grits out an exhausted rattle of a groan through clenched teeth, slick hand still working cas]

[ the sense of imminent collapse as more accurate than he realized; the combination of wet tongue and wet fingers is enough to take him apart, turn him from moldable clay to a puddle of silt. he adds to the babbling, a brief loop of demand for dean to close his eyes, and now and damn and close them. when he comes he seizes, the muscles of his back tightening before rolling in a way that must look unnatural for a human vessel. but he can't help the way he's churning inside of this body, feeling the sensations it delivers to him and reacting to those sensations with his own form. it's a trade off, in terms of self-control, because he manages to shut his mouth and keep it shut until he stops trembling and the possibility of danger's passed. ]

[he does without question in the same way he'd duck if sam told him to, moving his hand to grab at his shoulder as he buries his face against his collar and squeezes his eyes closed until cas relaxes enough for him to brave a look up, and then down, and then breathe out a shaky sigh]

You okay?

[when he catches his breath.]

[ sighs against the top of dean's head and nods. he's putting most of his weight on dean without realizing it, but his legs are about as useful as a halo on a horse at the moment. ]

M-m okay. I'm. I'm very okay, Dean.

[ clears his throat with a soft cough and makes an attempt to move, unlatching his arms first. ]

You. Okay?

[just watches him with raised eyebrows of not sureness before dissolving into a kind of smile]

I'm not not okay.

[stretches his legs out where they'd been dug heels first into the sheets and wraps arms over his shoulders to roll them over onto the bed. he waits a beat before swiping a thumb over his cheekbone affectionately and detangling to yank his jeans back up his hips and do them back up]

[ dean's being so proactive and it feels like all cas can manage is not to let his jellified limbs smack him in any delicate areas. he closes his eyes, lets the colors swim behind his eyelids for just a moment longer. then he follows suit in reaching down to right his clothing, lying with his weight on one shoulder as he lifts his hips to tug up his pants. there's kind of a mess to contend with, damp on his abdomen and his shirt. but with the lack of a bath in the room, or time to do any laundering, he opts for the ~~lazy~~mojo approach to cleaning himself up.

then it strikes him that dean's hand probably isn't much better off, so he reaches for it, only remembering once his fingers have touched forearm that he might need to ask first. boundaries. ]

I can, if you'd like--

[holds a hand out as he looks down at himself before shrugging]

Nah. If you're gonna enjoy the finer human pleasures in life this is how that usually goes.

[leans over to wipe at it with the edge of the blanket thats touching the floor like he really doesn't give a shit though come on]

[rolls back over onto his stomach when he's through and pushes cas' arm out of the way to lean in and plant lazy i just got off and i dont care about looking like a clingy girlfriend kisses over his collarbone]

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