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[forestcrap]

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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[sawedoff]

[eventually the words stop being words, devolves into panting, ragged gasps and gives up the struggle of not looking away, rocking up against him with less regard for taking it slow and steady as he tangles fingers in his hair and pushes him down, other hand slipping away from the headboard to curl halfheartedly at the sheets by his head.

he rolls his cheek against the sheet, shoulders gradually gathering bedspread and pillows up into a little pile behind him as he digs a heel in to shove up against him, mouth falling permanently open. he tries to give him a heads up, doesn't get the feeling he particularly cares either way, squeezes his fingers in his hair urgently and drops an insistent cas--]

[inenochian]

[ there're these little nuances, like the tension gathering in dean's abdomen and thighs, muscle groups contracting and holding until they start to shake. being pressed down startles him at first, but through his fuzzy, sensory-oriented thought process he accepts that dean is only asking for what he needs. it's no effort to relax into it, adjust his pace to short and quick to match the cadence of dean's hips.

all of dean's gasping makes him feel equally breathless, lightheaded. when he feels the fingers tightening in his hair he does pull away, lets out a gasp of his own, and curls his hand under to press the knuckles of his first two fingers against the tender skin tucked between dean's thighs. ]

[sawedoff]

[disentangles his hand from his hair to jerk himself through it, other hand scrubbing over stubble and mouth to cage in the groans until they die out and he stops working his hips against cas' hand, stilling all over as he sinks back down with deep, relieved breaths.]

How much porn do you watch?

[tips cheek against shoulder to look down at him after a few seconds of post-jizz jellyfication. his legs are still tangled up in shorts and pants otherwise his knee would have hit the bed with the rest of him]

[inenochian]

[ his laugh is smothered against the inside of dean's thigh, the skin he's currently kissing. ]

That's anatomy, Dean, not pornography. [ shifts up from elbow to palm, free hand stroking down his bare hip. ]

Don't move.

[ leans in, scratching a kiss across his stomach before rolling off the bed to shake out the towel and dip a corner into the basin of water from the washstand. when he gets back to the bed, he rubs away dean's sweat and lingering fluids with the wet corner and uses the other half to pat him dry. then he tosses the towel on the floor, reaches for the waistband of dean's shorts to drag them back up. ]

[sawedoff]

[lifts a hand to lazily swat at his shoulder while he preens him, muttering a little scandalized dude. ends up just lifting his hips compliantly when he gets to the redressing since his ineffective annoyance is halfhearted at best anyway]

M'I s'posed to just leave you hangin?

[like, is there gay etiquette to this he isn't aware of. as though cas would know any better than him. still, he doesn't seem too perturbed at the fact that dean's functionally useless and isn't getting around to returning the favor anytime soon]

[inenochian]

[ no one would want to yank their drawers up over sexmess. it was a necessity. ]

[ has shimmied his jeans back up his hips, but doesn't bother trying to button and zip them. that doesn't need to happen until they leave this room, not as far as cas is concerned. ]

You're exhausted, and "it ain't going nowhere."

[ if all of the running through haunted as shit dangerforest, hallucinatory death, and relieved double round of sex isn't enough to put dean out for a full eight hours' sleep, there'll be time for one for the road. ]

[sawedoff]

[screws face up at him unimpressed when he busts out the dean quotes, rolls over onto his side to grab him and pull him down to drag another kiss out of him before laying back and licking his tongue over his teeth in a cringe like 'nog with too much booze'-face because he actually just forgot he had his mouth on his dick not a minute ago. oh well.]

You goin anywhere? [as he rolls over onto his stomach to grab a pillow, mumbling half-asleep]

[inenochian]

I did promise to leave once you fell asleep. [ but that was before. before very big changes. ]

[ sits on the edge of the bed, stretching to lean over his back and drop a kiss behind his ear. ]

But I don't have any other appointments.

[sawedoff]

[looks up at him with his face smushed into pillow and thinks for a moment he should probably say something, you know. something to let him know he's not just in it for the blowjobs and whatever, but he's too tired for a heart to heart and doesn't really think he'd be up for it even if he wasn't. so he settles]

Sorry 'bout bein an ass.

[and probably still will be but. it's the thought that counts. his voice is sleep-thick and he makes to move his hand towards him but flops halfway there on the bedspread, fingers catching tiredly on the seam down the leg of his pants]

[inenochian]

[ withstands the urge to roll his eyes and just kicks out of his boots instead, letting them fall with quiet thumps to the floorboards under the bed. he doesn't bother trying to move dean over, just uses the boneless hand to lift his arm and worm his way under it. ]

You're forgiven, Dean. Go to sleep.

[sawedoff]

[yes thank you for bringing yourself over here so he doesn't have to move. rests arm at the dip of his waist and commences with the passing out after making some kind of 'okay' noise]