Okay....Lucifer, heads up. If you want Dean to like...not fight you you need to keep indulging. Because he's not fucking you, he's totally fucking Cas. He lets himself slip a little deeper of course he's still paying enough attention to realize if he has a chance to escape. Ideally he would not like his and Castiel's first time to go like this...but hey..if it helps right?

Dean sucked on those fingers being sure to get them nice and wet...after all it was likely all he would get and the lack of lots of pain would help him keep his illusion.

That idol thought though, that did strike a small pull of disgust. Cas wouldn't say that, well not unless he was possessed by Leviathans and pretending to be God. Still he did his best to control his reactions. Best not to anger the archangel currently wearing his crush.

It wasn't until one of those fingers slipped inside that Dean was unable to stop a small cry. It was a gasp, barely audible but sure to be heard by the one behind him. His feet arched and his hands clenched in the sheets without his consent, purely instinctual, as he was breached. He clenched around the digit, his body resisting the intrusion and he had to bite his lip to stem off any more sounds. He hopes he can handle this...he really does; for himself and for Cas.