"Dude, my soulmate is an astronaut"

Castiel copied that movement, as he stiffled again a moan into their kiss, since that change was downright delicious. He even dared to tighten slightly his grasp, to see if a firmer touch would please Dean.

Judging by how harshly he tugged on his feathers, and by the strangled moan he let out in their kiss, yes. That amount of pressure was definitely welcome for Dean. "Cas", he groaned into the angel's mouth. He decided to tighten his grasp too, his pace a bit faster now, mirroring his own urgency.

"Dean," Castiel instinctively groaned back, as he followed that new pace, inching somewhat closer to the human. He kept kissing, nibbling, sucking all he could, until he broke the kiss to gasp for air. He then closed his eyes slowly, tightened his fingers around Dean, and let out a soft moan as he found his own release. All of his feathers seemed to quiver with pleasure, making a soft noise.

Dean stared in complete wonder as he watched Castiel coming undone under his fingers, still stroking him through it. He let out a moan of his own and shut his eyes tightly, stiffening no pun intended as he lifted his hips up. "Shit-", he could only say before he clenched his teeth, reaching his own orgasm.

Castiel had helped Dean with his release as much he had been, and then finally allowed himself to collapse near his soulmate, panting, as he finally tucked his wings away. He was smiling happily, and looking at his soulmate with fondness.

Dean tried his best to gain his breath back, his chest raising and falling quickly. When he finally started to feel his brain getting oxygen back, he got the strenght to look back at Castiel. He blinked at him, noting the fondnessbin his gaze. He threw him a smile. "You alright?", he asked, a bit awkwardly.

Castiel nodded softly. "Yes. I feel perfectly fine," he whispered, as he inched closer to Dean, to wrap his arm around his waist. He then sighed happily, and rested a bit.

Dean nestled himself a little better against Castiel, sighing a bit. He absent-mindedly nuzzled his skin a bit, before grimacing at the unpleasant stickiness he could feel in his underwear, and on his fingers. "Cas", he murmured, against his skin. "We should shower."

Castiel sighed softly, and straigthened up again. "... Is it too much of me to request that we shower together ?" He asked Dean, a bit ... shy again.

Dean's face flushed at the honestly unexpected request. He coughed, embarrassed. "I...", he started, looking at Castiel. "... fine. But, just showering", he added quickly, still trying to draw a sort of boundary. Yes, he understood fully well that at that point it was just ridiculous, but he couldn't help himself.

"...What else could we possibly do," Castiel asked him, tilting his head. That man was still too innocent for this world. To him, 'sexy times' could only happen in a bed.

Dean had to blink a couple of times before remembering he was actually talking with Castiel. 'Oh. Right', he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit stupid all of a sudden. "Nothing", he answered with half a chuckle. "Let's just go." He sat up, going to grab his bathrobe.

Castiel stood up as well, and looked down on himself, a bit shamelessly. "I think I barely salvaged your clothes this time. I- should be more careful."

Dean shrugged, gesturing for Castiel to follow him in the bathroom. "Clothes can be washed. 's no big deal, don't worry yourself too much about that", he reassured the angel. On the other side, it wasn't like his own clothes were much cleaner, honestly.

Castiel sighed softly. "Shouldn't it be more practical without clothes on?" He asked after a few seconds, as he took off his pajamas.

Dean took his shirt off, his pants following quickly as he discarded them among the pile of dirty clothes. He definitely had to do a laundry, one of those days. "Well, it's... yeah, I guess it is more practical. Among other things", he muttered, embarrassed. He decided to take off his underwear as well before bravery left him for good, and stepped in the shower to turn the water on.

Castiel arched a brow. "What other things?" Once rid of his clothes, he stepped into the shower, behind Dean.

Oh, God. There we are. Exactly what Dean had desperately wanted to avoid. Speaking about God - that damn fucker, couldn't he at least have the talk with his winged children before casually disappearing from the universe? No- and now he had to in his place. Goddamnit, Chuck. Literally. "Well", he started, rubbing his arms to start and wash himself a bit. "I guess it would feel better. Because it would be skin against skin", he tried to explain.

"Oh. Indeed," Castiel replied. And, since the shower was a bit small, he had to almost press himself against Dean's back to grab his bottle of shower gel.

Dean felt cornered, with Castiel basically pressed against his back. So cornered that, in order to avoid squeaking or making any other noise that would have humiliated him, he unconsciously unfurled his wings in a panicked motion. Probably straight to Castiel's face.

Castiel instantly stepped back, since Dean's wings were basicall shoved into his face ! "..." And then he ended up laughing. Yes. Laughing. Like a ray of sunshine. He was so taken aback that he found it hilarious.

Dean desperately tried to turn around, ending up flailing like a helpless chick because his wings just couldn't behave. He was flushed red with utter embarrassment and pointed at Castiel with an accusatory finger as he struggled. "Don't laugh!!", he said, ashamed. Flushing harder also because, damn it. Cas was just bright like a thousands suns in that moment and he couldn't bear it!

Castiel tried to stiffle back his laugh, but dang, was that hard. Dean looked insanely cute, too. He turned off the water, and smiled at him, as he finally grabbed his shower gel. "I'm sorry. I wasn't actually expecting you to make them appear. Don't tuck them back in, we will need to dry them."

Dean scoffed, glaring back at his wings, that were now folded to occupy less space, as if it was all their damn fault for popping out like that. "Yeah, alright", he muttered, grabbing the shampoo. He was basically pouting now, and that was ridiculous to witness. "Sorry 'bout, uh, shoving my feathers up your nose", he said then, still embarrassed.

"Don't worry. I hope you didn't hurt them," Castiel replied genuinely, as he washed himself. He was quite quick in the shower.