xD I couldn't resist continuing with this one shot, because darkgirl3 asked for a second part with Cas joining Dean in the shower. This one for you, darkgirl3 - I hope you like it! ;D

Even though he hadn't heard the bathroom door open and close behind him, he wasn't surprised when Castiel re-joined him, this time in the shower itself, already naked body pressed invitingly against his. Castiel ran soothing hands over Dean's bare flesh, making the hunter shiver pleasurably despite the warmth of the water. Dean closed his eyes, lips half parted as he felt Castiel's soft lips kiss the nape of his neck gently, tongue lapping slightly at the skin there.

"Cas," Dean breathed out, bracing one hand against the tiled surface in front of him, letting the water rain down upon them both. "What about Sam?"

"You needn't worry about Sam, Dean. I told him we had no need of the bandages any more. I told him I'd managed to heal you myself, like he'd begged me to do once before," Castiel told him, pressing soft kisses to Dean's shoulders and back as he spoke. " He seemed happy, then I sent him away to get you some food. I told him you were hungry and he laughed."

Dean laughed himself at that, before inhaling sharply when Castiel's teeth nipped gently at his shoulder, dropping gentle kisses upon the handprint forever branded on Dean's skin. Dean's eyes opened, staring blindly at the wall before him, chest heaving slightly as his breathing became ragged, more laboured, lust rising within him, threatening to take him over where he stood.

"Cas," he said again, voice breathy in the otherwise silent room, as Castiel traced fingertips down Dean's body. "Cas, please."

Dean's cock gave an interested jerk, erection becoming almost too painful to bear, as Castiel's fingers skimmed closer to their mark. Dean whimpered out the angel's name once again when Castiel wrapped wet fingers around Dean's cock, stroking gently at first, strokes becoming firmer, faster and Dean's hips bucked and jerked into the angel's waiting palm. The hunter felt his time drawing near, felt his climax pooling in his abdomen and he didn't fight it, didn't resist, just went with it. He leant back into Castiel, crying out for his angel as he came, releasing himself over Castiel's hand, over the waiting wall before him, bucking his hips with the force of his orgasm.

Castiel held him, leaning his chin against Dean's shoulder as he waited for Dean to come down from his bliss stained high, blue eyes staring sightlessly at the water flowing around them. Dean clutched almost helplessly at Castiel's supporting hands, legs still feeling shaky as he continued to lean against the angel for support.

Dean could feel Castiel's erection pressed against his thigh, his own lust and desires not yet finding release, and the hunter rubbed up against Castiel's hard cock, making the angel moan in pleasure at the contact.

"Cas, please," Dean said again. "Don't - "

His words were cut off, forever lost when he felt Castiel slide one water soaked finger, then two inside him, loosening the tight muscle there ready for the angel's entrance. Dean cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, cock already beginning to stiffen when he felt the angel thrust roughly into him, hands steadying Dean's hips in a tight grip. Dean braced forearms against the tiles, rocking back into Casiel's body every time that the angel withdrew, breathlessly pleading Castiel to go harder, faster, and Castiel listened, complied, did as he'd asked.

Dean could hear the angel panting raggedly behind him, could feel short gasps of lust riddled breath against the wet skin of his neck, could tell by the increasingly erratic thrusts that Castiel was getting nearer to release. Dean reached down, taking his own cock in his sweaty palm, jerking himself off in time with Castiel's thrusts, groaning loudly in undisguised lust as Castiel came, marking the hunter once again as his own. Dean heard the angel cry out his name, before Castiel's hand snaked round to wrap around Dean's, finishing Dean off with a few firm jerks. Dean came, legs giving out, once again leaning into Castiel for support, which the angel duly gave.

The angel waited, until Dean stood on his own two feet again, before laying a gentle kiss upon the hunter's cheek, eyes closing tenderly.

"Sam will be back soon," the angel murmured, regretfully. "You'd best get yourself ready, or questions will be asked."

Dean nodded, but by the time he'd turned around to say something, Castiel had already gone. Dean knew that not even vengeance that comes down from the skies above would keep the angel from returning to his side ...

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