Dean was pretty damn sure that his life is much better because Cas is in it. After all, he gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. Dean wouldn't even be here to kneel at Lucifer/Castiel's feet if it wasn't for him. So he was pretty certain, in spite of the mistakes BOTH of them had made...they were better off for having known each other.
"What the actual fuck?" Dean deadpans at the mention of fucking his dead mother. Why would he even bring that up? Besides, it was one of his demons that killed his mother, so really all of his problems could be traced back to Lucifer for creating Lilith, tempting Eve the mother of all evil, giving Cain the Mark, ALL OF IT!
He struggled against the grip on his shoulder as he was practically manhandled onto the bed. He landed on his stomach and tried to scramble up towards the headboard. He was not sure how this was going to go but he was pretty sure it was going to hurt because the spit used to tease him earlier had certain disappeared and the spit around Castiel's cock was also sure to be dry.
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"What the actual fuck?" Dean deadpans at the mention of fucking his dead mother. Why would he even bring that up? Besides, it was one of his demons that killed his mother, so really all of his problems could be traced back to Lucifer for creating Lilith, tempting Eve the mother of all evil, giving Cain the Mark, ALL OF IT!
He struggled against the grip on his shoulder as he was practically manhandled onto the bed. He landed on his stomach and tried to scramble up towards the headboard. He was not sure how this was going to go but he was pretty sure it was going to hurt because the spit used to tease him earlier had certain disappeared and the spit around Castiel's cock was also sure to be dry.