how about wall slamming sex? like, cas and dean just got in a huge fight and they’re yelling at each other until dean slams cas up against the wall, and soon enough he’s fucking growling, kissing cas hotly and opened mouthed while cas just squeaks at the mere surprise of it
but then cas gets into it, and then their hips are rocking together and the two are moaning and cas just needs more as dean presses him harder into the wall, and then the two are fumbling with clothes, practically ripping them off of each other as they slowly become pools of fabric on the ground
and dean is desperately searching for lube before he finds it and he pins cas to the wall again, cas who wraps his legs around dean, and dean wastes no time shoving his fingers inside of cas until castiel is whimpering and panting
and dean is fucking breathless when cas slides down on his cock, and castiel just makes this little noise of bliss before they’re back to where they started and everything is rough as dean bites into cas’ skin, as he growls and cas just claws at him desperately, feeling every single punctuated thrust dean has to offer until he can’t take it anymore and he’s coming, and dean is doing the same, muffling loud groans into cas’ shoulder before they breath heavily, slowly sliding back down to the floor where the kiss each other languidly, offering begrudging apologies and shy smiles as they interlace their fingers.
Richard and Rob were congratulating Jared for his TCA nomination. They weren’t even mentioned yet. Nobody was talking about them, and Jensen looks at Misha who smiles at him reassuringly, so he starts grinning back and then proceeds on biting his lip.
Wow. How did you cope with that? – [I] trust him, and he trusted me and we knew that we could go a little further maybe then you normally would with physicality of a scene because we trusted one another as actors…. he and I were kind of able to take it to the next level because there was a trust, a mutual trust between the two of us. The more real it is, I think, the better the performance can be because you’re surrounding yourself with more life-like elements that help the performance. It did look real. – Well, because it was.
oh god think about how overwhelmed cas would be when dean first sank down his length and arched his back all pretty and cas would try to calm him down because dean would look like he was going to shatter apart from the feeling of cas’ cock inside him but christ dean would make all these pretty sounds and sighs and cas just wouldn’t be able to do anything but whimper and stroke dean’s sides as the hunter bounced up and down, thick thighs trembling
Dean says, “I love you” and the world doesn’t stop.
There’s no shattering of the Earth or fragmenting of space and time; no heart-shaped fireworks or confetti raining down from the ceiling. He says, “I love you” and it feels the same as not saying it; like Cas is still pressed against his side, still breathing steadily, quiet and warm—the same as before.
He doesn’t feel any different either—doesn’t have the sudden urge to listen to Air Supply or take Cas out for walks in the moonlight. He feels pretty damn normal, actually; like he’s known about this—this thing for too long now to be surprised that it’s finally clawed its way up to the surface.
He stares at the ceiling of his bedroom, still breathing steadily—the same as before.
Cas says, “I love you too” and the world only stops a little.
