Castiel groans against him as Dean jerks and shudders, making enough noise that there will be no doubt what has happened in this room and no doubt who it involved.

And in a dark, perverse corner of Castiel's mind, he likes that. He wants all the people who stare at Dean to know who he belongs to.

He stumbles to his feet, stripping off his shirt and shoving his pants down enough to wrap his come soaked hand around his own cock, moaning even as he moves to press against Dean's front. "Dean," he pants, pressing his cock against Dean's twitching belly as he strokes. "You did so well. You were so good. We will do this again, we will do this and.." His voice catches, eyes squeezing shut as he gets close. "And I will fuck you, after. I want it."