Also fortunate for the hunter was that Lucifer didn't seem inclined to pick up on his thought pattern. Dean closed his eyes, imagined it was Cas behind him, that they were doing a little role play. Yeah...that would work. He could do that. Mentally anyway. In his heart he knew this was bad, wrong, would hurt him...but he was clinging to what he thought could get him through it.

He gave a soft grunting sounds as his pants were roughly pushed down to about mid thigh. Wouldn't it be easier to just snap his fingers and have Dean naked? Of course it wouldn't be better for Dean but that's beside the point.

He tried to ignore most of what Lucifer said. He heard the warning though, of course he already knew. He knew better than to risk him forgoing any prep at all. That really would be hard to recover from. Still...he had to fight the urge to vomit when those fingers slipped between his lips. Sure it was the taste of his own arousal but the knowledge of who was pushing it inside of his mouth did trigger his gag reflex.

So he dug deep, he forced himself to concentrate on the texture of Castiel's skin. To focus on the pads of his fingers as they trailed over his tongue and imagine how his angel would respond for him. He imagines he would let out a breathy gasp and those startling blue eyes of his would get all the wider with need and lust for his human charge.