Is Cas even awake? If he were, would he behave any differently? Cas is a sex machine now, and Dean wants to see what that means, what kind of heights he can drive Cas to and vice versa, and he's not even sure how much of that is influenced by Raphael's arrow. Sure, he's knocked breathless by how much he wants Cas, by how good he tastes, smells; the longer Dean spends near him, kissing his skin, the more Dean wants to take.

He's grinding gently against Cas without even realizing it, hips moving in small circles as he mouths over his skin. His eyes slide shut, and this becomes some kind of feast for him -- and he doesn't even eat sex. Every inch of his body is screaming for more, for the both of them to get so lost they don't even know where one of them starts or the other one ends.

Is his conscience around? How much of real Dean is freaking out about this? The thought appears in Dean's mind and disappears just as quickly. There's just too much working against it -- the energy Cas is putting off, the help from the arrows, and the underlying sense from Real Dean that he doesn't get enough of Cas to begin with.

He leaves a mark there, purposefully above where Cas's shirt might reach. Cas is his. His angel, his incubus, his whatever. As he drags his tongue up the line of Cas's throat, he finds himself being careful to be quiet, to move slowly. Maybe this is a game now. How long can he go before Cas wakes up?