Our Little Secret
Annaleise Marie
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Part Two

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"This will be our little secret."

Dean wasn't sure if the angel's assurance was a case of unfortunate wording or if Cas was actually trying to make a joke, but either way it stung his pride, chafed at this raw ego.

"Not funny," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and taking a step back as Cas reached out again.

The angel matched his movement, closing the distance between them and backing Dean into the wall. "I wasn't attempting humor." His hand moved to cup Dean's balls and tiny dick, a grin spreading across his lips as he realized that everything fit easily into his palm.

Dean let out a low grunt, his face flaming as he realized the same thing, the irritation still coursing through him making the contact chafe. He tried to jerk away from Cas, away from the hand that was now rubbing him, but the angel wouldn't relent. Dean closed his eyes, trying to let go of the anger at his dilemma and Cas' unintentional jab, and let his head fall back against the wall, exhaling hard.

After a few minutes he let out a growl of frustration, his hands coming up to tangle in the lapels of Cas' trench coat and push him away. "Dammit, Cas, stop; it's not working." He was angry enough to spit; at the witch, at the world, at Cas. In addition to his new and disappointing size, the curse had probably rendered him impotent. Which was just his luck, since sex was about the only constant good thing in his life.

Cas stepped forward again, managing to recover the distance that the hunter had put between them. He leaned in, pressing his their bodies together, and Dean felt an unexpected thrill at the feeling of Cas, fully-clothed, pressed tight against his naked form.

"Don't give up yet, Dean." The man's voice was as serious and deadpan as ever, but there was a spark in his eye as he brought a hand up and grasped Dean's jaw softly, forcing the hunter to meet his gaze, that hinted at a storm brewing in the angel. "There's more that I can try." He took in the hitch of breath, the slight dilation of the hunter's pupils and smiled. "More that I want to try," he corrected himself.

And then Cas was moving, dropping to his knees, his hands grazing down Dean's ribs to come to rest on his hips, thumbs rubbing at crease that separated thigh from hip. He nuzzled Dean's cock, smiling softly as his lips brushed against it, soliciting a startled hiss from the man at the gentle, barely-there contact.

Dean stared down at him, swallowing hard as he felt the gentle ebb-and-flow of his arousal begin to hint deep in the pit of his stomach. "Cas, you don't have too—"

"Quit talking, Dean." The angel's voice was so serious as he looked up at Dean, his brow furrowed disapprovingly, that the hunter almost laughed. "You'll distract yourself."

"Yeah, I don't think there's much danger of that when you're—" His words were lost in a choked cry when Cas suddenly took him into his mouth. "Son of a bitch!"

Cas let out a pleased hum as he easily encased the entirety of Dean's dick in his mouth, relishing the profanity spilling from the hunter's lips. He had seen women do this in films, like the one with the pizza man, and while the idea intrigued him he often wondered why anyone would put something so large in their mouth and risk choking. Of course, as an angel Cas didn't really need to worry about that—still, it seemed like it would be an unpleasant sensation. This, though…this seemed much more enjoyable. And from the sounds he was making, Dean seemed to agree.

Cas nursed at the tiny cock for a few minutes until Dean was rock hard, small droplets of precum dripping out onto the angel's tongue. To the hunter's disappointment and the angel's delight, his size had barely increased at all, but Dean decided that he'd worry about that later—a testament to Cas' skill as he thrust his hips softly against the other man's mouth, soft grunts working their way out of his throat. Cas let him thrust without restraint, enjoying the feeling of Dean's engorged balls slapping lightly against his face.

Another moment more and Cas opened his mouth further, taking Dean's balls into his mouth with his cock. Startled, Dean cried out and tangled his hands in the angel's messy brown locks, pressing his groin flush to his face as Cas sucked gently. His tongue massaged shaft and head, swirled over the sac, causing the hunter's eyes to roll back in his head.

"Cas…" The wrecked moan that carried the angel's name from the hunter's lips was the last straw for the angel's control over himself. He had underestimated how much he would enjoy this—enjoy doing this to Dean, for Dean. He understood now why the girl in the video with the pizza man had seemed like she was having such a good time.

He moved one of his hands from its spot on the hunter's hip to reach down and unzip his slacks, pushing them down along with the irritating, confining fabric of his briefs. He began to stroke himself, setting a quick and efficient pace, and the sight drew a low whine from Dean's throat when he looked down and saw what the angel was doing as his mouth continued the gentle suction on his dick and balls.

"God, Cas, I can't…I need…" The hunter was at a loss, unsure of what he wanted, other than that he wanted something, more, anything.

And then Cas was moving away again, his mouth releasing Dean's cock and sac with an obscene popping noise. The hunter whined as the wet flesh was met with cool air, his hips thrusting needfully into empty space, seeking out contact, relief.

Then the angel was on his feet, his hands shifting Dean's body, guiding him to face the wall, then to brace his hands against it as he pressed his body against Dean's. The angel's hard cock slid against the soft flesh of the hunter's inner thigh, causing him to release a low groan of pleasure.

"Press your legs together." The angel's lips brushed against Dean's ear at the command as he reached around, cupping Dean's crotch once more, a thrill going through him as his hand completely obscured the small cock. He couldn't understand why the hunter was upset about this change in his body when Cas found himself enjoying it as much as he was.

Dean complied and Cas began to thrust, sliding his own cock through the sweat-slick press of the hunter's muscular thighs, his hand rubbing, stroking, and pressing against the man's dick in a matching rhythm.

"Dean," the angel muttered, his lips teasing at Dean's neck, pressing light kisses and nipping bites at the skin, trailing down to his shoulder and back. "You feel so good…so perfect. So pretty, delicate in my hand…"

Dean didn't want to admit what being called those things was doing to him when it was rasped at him in the other man's serious, sincere voice. He let his head fall forward, hanging down as he watched the angel's hand covering him completely, hiding him as he stroked him off, while the head of Cas' own cock disappeared and reappeared between his thighs and his hips snapped against the hunter's ass.

It was only a few minutes before Dean could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, pulling him under almost before he realized it was happening, and judging by the angel's increasingly erratic pace, Cas wasn't far behind.

"Shit! Fuck, I'm coming…don't stop! Cas!" The hunter's fucked-out voice was loud, much louder than he meant for it to be, than he even realized it was. The angel gave one last thrust, one last first squeeze-and-stroke to Dean's cock, and then they were both coming, the angel's seed coating the inside of Dean's thighs sticky white as his own painted the wall in front of him.

Maybe this whole tiny dick thing wasn't as bad as he thought, as long as it wasn't permanent, Dean thought grudgingly.

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"Shit! Fuck, I'm coming…don't stop! Cas!"

Gabriel smirked as Sam choked on his eggs, his face flaming hot and bright at the sound of his brother's pleasure-wracked pleas.

"Maybe not as bad an idea as you thought, eh, Sammy?"

Sam couldn't argue with that.

The End.
I hope you enjoyed it. :)