Erase All The Downsides (DESTIEL)

Six

"I should get going, I gotta feed the dogs," Benny grunted as he rolled off of the couch, stretching his arms over his head with a dramatic groan.

"That's my ride, so I guess I'm going too," Charlie said, pushing herself up from the floor.

"Fine, fine, I guess we'll get out of your hair too," Sam said, pulling Jess up from the armchair.

"Tonight was really fun, thanks for having us, Castiel," Jess said with a slight yawn.

"Don't thank me, you all are always welcome here," Cas said, standing to walk them out.

"Good, cause I'll be back for dinner tomorrow," Benny said with a food drunk smile.

"I hope so, tomorrow's taco night," she said.

"Yeah, I'll definitely be back," he said with wide eyes. "See you tomorrow, Dean," Benny hugged him and kissed Cas's cheek before following Charlie outside. Sam and Jess walked out behind them, waving goodbye as they walked down the stairs.

When they were out of sight, Cas shuts and locks the door with a content sigh. She turned slowly, her head tilting at the little excited gleam in Dean's eyes.

"Did you have a good night, sweetheart?" She asked, smoothing his hair back.

"Yes ma'am," he tilts his head into her touch.

"Does my boy want to play tonight?" It's a useless question because they both know the answer. She's just teasing him.

"Yes, please, miss," he nods his head almost furiously. She chuckled, sliding her hand down from his hair to squeeze the back of his neck, then she was moving away from him. He whined, a furrow in his brow that is quickly smoothed away with a firm look.

"You were such a good boy tonight, ate all of your food," she dragged the material of his hoodie up, taking his shirt with it. "Cleared everyone's plates," she guided his arms up and slipped his hoodie and tee shirt over his head. "Packed up all the leftovers," his eyes fluttered as she ran her palms over his chest. "So polite, so well behaved," she praised, her fingers teasing at the waistband of his jeans. "Hmm, such a good boy," she whispered. He whined again when she pulled away, a little smirk on her lips. She hooked two fingers into one of the loops on his jeans and tugged him along as she started down the hall. She led the way into their bedroom, shutting the door with a soft click and releasing his pants.

"On your knees," she demanded softly. Dean went with a little whimper, his hands settling instinctively on his thighs, his head tilted back so he was staring up at her. There was a glaze over his eyes, slightly watery and a little bleary, his head never feels clearer than in these moments. She stepped close to him, her feet between his legs, her stomach just an inch or so away from his face. He breathed heavy, anticipation crawling up his spine. She threaded her fingers in his hair, brushing gently from his forehead back through all of the strands, settling to cup the back of his head.

"You look so pretty like this," she said, tilting her head down. "On your knees for me, waiting for me to tell you what to do. What is your color, honey?"

"Green," Dean breathed.

"Good," she stepped away, leaving him kneeling by the door. He watched with parted lips and wide eyes as she went into the trunk at the end of their bed. "Eyes on the floor, darling," she demanded without looking away from the box. He lowered his head with a slight shudder, pressing his chin to his chest, his eyes fixed on the carpet. He heard her shuffling around in the box, silence, then he felt her behind him. She threaded her fingers into his hair and gently pulled his head back. His throat bobbed on a thick swallow as he felt the steady leather of the collar she settled around his throat, latching it securely at the back. She kept his head tilted back for a second, her thumb stroking over his cheek as she admired the flush on his cheeks.