5- Behind the mask

"Well, how can I know. Maybe you're not feeling it tonight. Maybe you aren't interested~" Dean grinned at him and swiftly walked away, to the living room, where he slumped on the couch. He was having fun, yes.

Crowley rolled his eyes. He kept working for a while, after Bobby was gone. Truth was, he was reflecting on whether or not tell Hana about his discoveries. Would he stay with him even after getting to know what he was originally?

Dean laughed, and wrapped his arms around his waist to hungrily kiss him back, tracing his mouth with his tongue. Yes, he definitely had been toying with him all along!

Crowley read the message, half a smile playing on his lips as he answered it quickly. "I'm disappointed that I will lose my favourite part of the dinner. Do book a table darling - I'll wait for you there."

"Do you really have to ask?" Dean panted, already slightly breathless from the kiss they had shared. "Of course I want this." His hands imitated Castiel's, going for his own shirt to pull it over his head. He threw it away, not really caring about where it could land.

And Crowley did keep true to his word, as usual, and made sure that he was already sitting at their usual table when Hanakael arrived. He smiled at him, raising from his seat to greet him. "Darling. You look radiant", he said as he invited him forward to kiss him.

Dean groaned, nibbling back on Castiel's lips as he tried desperately to open up his own pants as well. Not easy, seeing as he had his boyfriend parked on his thighs. Of course he would have never dreamt about complaining about it, the delicious friction between their groins making his breath grow heavy.

"I get surprised every time, darling. You look more stunning every day that passes by", Crowley answered with a smile. Then he sighed. "Boring, mostly. The only... notable part of my afternoon was receiving an unexpected visit from a, um. Colleague. Who works for the other side."

Dean laughed, breathlessly. "You think?", he asked ironically, smiling brightly up at him. "Stand a second, let me get naked", he added, gently pushing on Castiel so that he could be free of getting rid of his clothes!

"Hm, a bit higher up than your usual angel", Crowley commented dryly, asking the waiter to bring them the usual, plus some wine. "I call him Robert. Humans usually refer to him as God."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he finally got rid of his pants and underwear. "I know, I know. We'll just keep all this stuff in the bedroom, alright?" He slowly brought his hand on himself, to tease his own length a bit.

"Because that's his name, darling", Crowley smirked, sipping some of his wine. "Yes, I met with him. Talked to him a bit about you. Your family. He was worried about me snooping around certain stuff."

Dean bit his lip, keeping himself from shivering. "Oh, no. This time the pleasure will be all mine", he whispered, taking the lube from his boyfriend's free hand. He started spreading it on his fingers, rubbing them a bit. "Would you rather stay here, or go to the bedroom?"

"Well, you... are a peculiar person", Crowley said carefully, eyeing Hanakael. "I think I'll have to tell you later, though. It's not somethin I'd talk about over dinner, with the risk of upsetting you." He smiled at him.

Dean smiled weakly at him, letting out a small moan as Castiel's fingers kept stroking him. "Alright then", he murmured, slowly bringing his fingers to his boyfriend's opening. He teased it gently, circling around it before starting to breach in with a single finger.

Crowley seemed to hesitate for a bit. Was it right for him, to tell everything he had learned to Hanakael? In the end, he seemed to reach a conclusion. "When we signed our contract, I found out your soul was... made differently. Artificial, let's say. I didn't want you to worry, so I started investigating on my own." He paused. "Today I was told, you weren't originally a... human being. That's why your soul is different."

Dean moaned into the kiss, and forced himself to keep everything as slow as Castiel was. He knew he tended to rush a bit, but he was trying hard to correct that habit of his! He thrusted in him with that single finger until he felt like he could add another. And when he did, he hooked them on that sensitive spot he had come to know so well.

Crowley paused, holding his gaze. "You are human, right now. But you were born as an angel, before", he sighed. "And you'll be back being one, when and if you die."

Dean groaned softly, kissing Castiel back and gently nibbling on his lip. He kept probing against his prostate, and spreading his fingers slowly to get him used to the feeling. He soothingly massaged his hip with his free hand, running his thumb over the skin.

Crowley blinked. "For us us? Absolutely nothing", he scoffed, finding the opposite idea ridiculous. "It might be unheard of, but I frankly don't give a damn." He smiled at Hanakael. "I just thought you had the right to know. Apparently, you were given humanity as a mean to find happiness."

"Good, I don't think I would have resisted much longer", Dean growled, pulling Castiel in for another kiss. He got his fingers back, wiping them over his boyfriend's length. He still hadn't touched him there, after all. "You have a condom?"

Crowley smiled, and held Hanakael's hand in his. "From what I got, you were leading an isolated life. Half by choice, half by others' choice." He kissed his knuckles. "That's far away now."

Dean let out a chuckle, and patted Castiel's hair with his non-dirty hand. "Thank God we don't. That'd make everything even more embarrassing." He reached for his own pants, and fumbled around with the pockets until he actually found a single condom laying around. He let out a victorious sound and showed it to his boyfriend with a big smile. "Always ready! That way I won't get you pregnant", he joked.

Crowley sighed. "It didn't. But I am working on it - and I will get to work." He smirked. "No soul can escape from my claws when I grab it. Yours, artificial or not, makes no exception", he purred.

"Yeah, that stuff would never go away from the couch-" Dean's answer was interrupted by a quiet, aroused hiss that he let out as he felt Castiel roll down the condom over his shaft. He bit his lower lip, looking up at him. "C'mon", he gently urged him.

"It won't. I'll make sure of it." Crowley smiled again to him and let go of his hand, suddenly, to make space on the table for their dinner. "Remember you owe me something, for the missed... appetizers", he added lightly, when the waiter was gone.