Fic: Now which way do we go?, part 20/? in Oz
Now which way do we go?
1500 words, SPN Dean/Castiel slash. Spoilers for all of season 4.
zelda_zee is my beta and I love her.
Continuing my Welcome to Oz series. Master post of links here.
“You seem weird,” Sanjay says and Dean looks up from the
Now which way do we go?
Monday
“You seem weird,” Sanjay says, and Dean looks up from the box of diapers he’s holding.
“What do you mean?” Dean puts the box of diapers on the shelf and straightens out the row. “I don’t feel weird. In fact, I feel pretty damn good.”
“Yeah,” Sanjay says suspiciously, “that’s what I mean. You’ve been humming to yourself all morning.”
“Maybe I’m just a fan of humming,” Dean says, but he knows what Sanjay’s trying to say. Dean’s smiling so hard he probably looks like he has a hanger jammed in his mouth.
Dean had forgotten what a weekend of awesome sex could do for his mood. After all, the last time he’d gotten laid was at least four months ago, before he got to Mountaindale. Four months, Dean thought, Jesus Christ on a stick. He and Castiel had been living like monks all these months when they could have been screwing like bunnies instead. Well, Dean reasons, that just means they need to make up for lost time.
“You’re doing it again,” Sanjay says, interrupting Dean’s reverie. “You’ve been doing that all day too. Staring off into space with that weird smile.”
Dean clears his throat and busies himself with opening the box of baby food jars on the floor. “I had kind of a busy weekend. Didn’t get much sleep. Sleep deprivation always makes me space out.”
“Sleep deprivation, huh?” Sanjay says, clearly not convinced.
“Yeah. It’s a bitch,” Dean says. The front door opens and he glances up: it’s Castiel.
“Hello, Mr. Novak,” Sanjay says.
“Hey, uh, Jimmy,” Dean says, nearly dropping the baby food jars in his hands. “Shouldn’t you be at school corrupting young minds?”
Castiel nods first at Sanjay and then at Dean. “I’m on my lunch hour. I came to buy some nails.”
“Nails?” Dean frowns, thinking back to the last time he’d been in the garage. From what he could remember, there’d been plenty of nails in the toolbox. “Did we run out?”
“A shingle blew off the roof last night,” Castiel says. “I noticed it on the front lawn on my way to work this morning. I believe it requires a special type of nail to be reattached.”
“Really?” Dean says and then shrugs. Not like he knows a damn thing about roofing. “The nails are in aisle four, along the wall.”
“Thank you,” Castiel says and disappears into aisle four. Dean tries to ignore the fact that hey, it’s the middle of the day, and Castiel’s randomly dropped by with no warning. Dean also does his best to suppress (with no success whatsoever) all the supremely inappropriate thoughts his mind keeps working up. Things like: Castiel moaning, naked and spread eagled on the bed, or on his knees with his mouth around Dean’s dick. And wow, is that ever a thought to have at work in tight jeans.
Dean shifts uncomfortably in his pants and hopes Sanjay doesn't notice. He forces himself to focus on the work instead of Castiel, and manages to finish stocking the ‘Peachy Pears’ flavor of baby food. He’s even started on ‘Adorable Apple’ flavor when Castiel reappears in his line of vision. “The nail I need is not there.”
“Huh.” Dean leaves the ‘Cutesy Cranberry’ in the box and heads over to aisle four with Castiel, where all the nails of various sizes and shapes are fully organized and stocked. “It isn’t any of these? What size do you need?”
“I don’t know what it’s called,” Castiel says. “I’ll know it when I see it, though. It’s not here.”
“I might have to put in a special order for it then,” Dean sighs. Stupid special shingle nails. “These are the only types we carry in the store.”
“I think I saw what I’m looking for in the back room a couple of weeks ago,” Castiel says. “Perhaps we should check there?”
“The back room?” Dean repeats, trying to remember if he has any unopened stock back there other than the baby supplies. “I don’t think we have any nails back there.”
“Maybe we should check anyway,” Castiel says, oddly insistent as he walks towards the back. “Just to be thorough. If there’s rain this week, it might damage the exposed roof.”
“Okay, I guess,” Dean says as he takes out his key ring and unlocks the door. He steps inside and pushes a few unopened boxes under the desk before scanning the shelves for boxes of nails. Castiel follows Dean in and shuts the door behind him, carefully checking to make sure it’s locked before turning around and slamming Dean back up against the wall. Before Dean even knows what’s happening, Castiel’s mouth is open and hot and frantic on his, hands sliding down his chest to his belt buckle. “That’s not a nail,” Dean gasps when Castiel manages to get his pants open in no time at all, hands slightly chilly on his dick.
Castiel laughs a little against Dean’s mouth and then nips lightly at his chin and neck before beginning a downward descent. “I know that, Dean.”
It takes Dean a few seconds to parse what’s going on, but by the time Castiel’s mouth is breathing hot, wet air over his crotch through his boxers, Dean’s pretty sure he’s got it worked out. His dick springs to attention as Castiel grabs the edge of his underwear with his teeth and drags it downward (and whoa, is that insanely hot). Dean’s fully hard when Castiel closes his mouth around his dick, and it’s all Dean can do to remain standing by grabbing onto the edge of the desk for support.
The blowjob itself is definitely still an affair comprised more of energy and lots of saliva than skill. What Castiel lacks in polish and technique though, he more than makes up for in sheer enthusiasm, and the fact that he decided to drive all the way here on his lunch break for the purposes of an enthusiastic quickie in Dean’s back room is so fucking hot that Dean almost moans out loud. He refrains, however, remembering Sanjay only one room away.
Dean opts to touch Castiel’s hair instead, and is rewarded with Castiel tipping his face back enough to stare up at Dean with blue eyes so dark and hungry that Dean comes right then and there.
Dean feels a little guilty about the lack of warning, but Castiel seems unperturbed as he swallows with surprising ease. A part of Dean’s brain (the very small part that is still working) thinks: huh, Castiel’s really getting better at this. Once Dean’s done, Castiel gets up and swipes the back of his hand across his mouth.
Dean sways a little, glad the wall is behind him to lean against, along with the desk. He fumbles open one of the desk drawers and pulls out a roll of paper towels. Dean stares at Castiel, dazed, and clutches the paper towels, suddenly unable to remember why he took them out.
Castiel takes the roll from Dean and tears off a sheet. Castiel dabs delicately at his mouth before cleaning up the saliva and whatever else in Dean’s crotch area. “I was thinking about you all day,” he says, and his voice sounds ten kinds of scratchy and awesome.
“Me too. I mean you.” Castiel might have shorted a circuit in Dean’s brain. He’s not positive, but it’s very probable. “Yes.”
Castiel finishes cleaning Dean up and tosses the soiled paper towels in the trash. “I didn’t want to wait.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Dean says, and remembers to tuck his dick back into his boxers. He pulls up his pants. “How long’s your lunch break? Do you want me to-”
“It’s fine,” Castiel says, catching Dean’s wrist before Dean’s fingers make their way into his pants. “I should go.”
“You sure?” Dean asks, twisting his wrist free from Castiel’s grip. “I don’t want to be that guy.”
Castiel presses a kiss to the corner of Dean’s mouth and then murmurs against his cheek, “Tonight.”
Dean watches him walk out of the back room and then forces his legs-which wobble slightly-to follow.
“So you’ll put in a special order today, then?” Castiel says once Dean joins him at the front of the store, near the counter.
“Huh?” Dean says.
“For the nails?” Castiel prompts patiently.
“Oh! The nails, you mean-yes. Of course. Right. Will do.” Dean glances over at Sanjay, who is watching them curiously. “Gotta nail that shingle.”
Castiel nods and turns to go. “Goodbye, Sanjay.”
“See you, Mr. N.,” Sanjay replies.
“Hey, I-” Dean feels words well up in his throat-some weird, post-orgasm rush of chick flick feeling or something-but catches himself when he feels Sanjay’s eyes on him. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Castiel cocks his head to one side and smiles at Dean with a touch of puzzlement. “Of course you will.”
Onto the next chapter: I'm not afraid of anything - except a lighted match
1500 words, SPN Dean/Castiel slash. Spoilers for all of season 4.
zelda_zee is my beta and I love her.
Continuing my Welcome to Oz series. Master post of links here.
“You seem weird,” Sanjay says and Dean looks up from the
Now which way do we go?
Monday
“You seem weird,” Sanjay says, and Dean looks up from the box of diapers he’s holding.
“What do you mean?” Dean puts the box of diapers on the shelf and straightens out the row. “I don’t feel weird. In fact, I feel pretty damn good.”
“Yeah,” Sanjay says suspiciously, “that’s what I mean. You’ve been humming to yourself all morning.”
“Maybe I’m just a fan of humming,” Dean says, but he knows what Sanjay’s trying to say. Dean’s smiling so hard he probably looks like he has a hanger jammed in his mouth.
Dean had forgotten what a weekend of awesome sex could do for his mood. After all, the last time he’d gotten laid was at least four months ago, before he got to Mountaindale. Four months, Dean thought, Jesus Christ on a stick. He and Castiel had been living like monks all these months when they could have been screwing like bunnies instead. Well, Dean reasons, that just means they need to make up for lost time.
“You’re doing it again,” Sanjay says, interrupting Dean’s reverie. “You’ve been doing that all day too. Staring off into space with that weird smile.”
Dean clears his throat and busies himself with opening the box of baby food jars on the floor. “I had kind of a busy weekend. Didn’t get much sleep. Sleep deprivation always makes me space out.”
“Sleep deprivation, huh?” Sanjay says, clearly not convinced.
“Yeah. It’s a bitch,” Dean says. The front door opens and he glances up: it’s Castiel.
“Hello, Mr. Novak,” Sanjay says.
“Hey, uh, Jimmy,” Dean says, nearly dropping the baby food jars in his hands. “Shouldn’t you be at school corrupting young minds?”
Castiel nods first at Sanjay and then at Dean. “I’m on my lunch hour. I came to buy some nails.”
“Nails?” Dean frowns, thinking back to the last time he’d been in the garage. From what he could remember, there’d been plenty of nails in the toolbox. “Did we run out?”
“A shingle blew off the roof last night,” Castiel says. “I noticed it on the front lawn on my way to work this morning. I believe it requires a special type of nail to be reattached.”
“Really?” Dean says and then shrugs. Not like he knows a damn thing about roofing. “The nails are in aisle four, along the wall.”
“Thank you,” Castiel says and disappears into aisle four. Dean tries to ignore the fact that hey, it’s the middle of the day, and Castiel’s randomly dropped by with no warning. Dean also does his best to suppress (with no success whatsoever) all the supremely inappropriate thoughts his mind keeps working up. Things like: Castiel moaning, naked and spread eagled on the bed, or on his knees with his mouth around Dean’s dick. And wow, is that ever a thought to have at work in tight jeans.
Dean shifts uncomfortably in his pants and hopes Sanjay doesn't notice. He forces himself to focus on the work instead of Castiel, and manages to finish stocking the ‘Peachy Pears’ flavor of baby food. He’s even started on ‘Adorable Apple’ flavor when Castiel reappears in his line of vision. “The nail I need is not there.”
“Huh.” Dean leaves the ‘Cutesy Cranberry’ in the box and heads over to aisle four with Castiel, where all the nails of various sizes and shapes are fully organized and stocked. “It isn’t any of these? What size do you need?”
“I don’t know what it’s called,” Castiel says. “I’ll know it when I see it, though. It’s not here.”
“I might have to put in a special order for it then,” Dean sighs. Stupid special shingle nails. “These are the only types we carry in the store.”
“I think I saw what I’m looking for in the back room a couple of weeks ago,” Castiel says. “Perhaps we should check there?”
“The back room?” Dean repeats, trying to remember if he has any unopened stock back there other than the baby supplies. “I don’t think we have any nails back there.”
“Maybe we should check anyway,” Castiel says, oddly insistent as he walks towards the back. “Just to be thorough. If there’s rain this week, it might damage the exposed roof.”
“Okay, I guess,” Dean says as he takes out his key ring and unlocks the door. He steps inside and pushes a few unopened boxes under the desk before scanning the shelves for boxes of nails. Castiel follows Dean in and shuts the door behind him, carefully checking to make sure it’s locked before turning around and slamming Dean back up against the wall. Before Dean even knows what’s happening, Castiel’s mouth is open and hot and frantic on his, hands sliding down his chest to his belt buckle. “That’s not a nail,” Dean gasps when Castiel manages to get his pants open in no time at all, hands slightly chilly on his dick.
Castiel laughs a little against Dean’s mouth and then nips lightly at his chin and neck before beginning a downward descent. “I know that, Dean.”
It takes Dean a few seconds to parse what’s going on, but by the time Castiel’s mouth is breathing hot, wet air over his crotch through his boxers, Dean’s pretty sure he’s got it worked out. His dick springs to attention as Castiel grabs the edge of his underwear with his teeth and drags it downward (and whoa, is that insanely hot). Dean’s fully hard when Castiel closes his mouth around his dick, and it’s all Dean can do to remain standing by grabbing onto the edge of the desk for support.
The blowjob itself is definitely still an affair comprised more of energy and lots of saliva than skill. What Castiel lacks in polish and technique though, he more than makes up for in sheer enthusiasm, and the fact that he decided to drive all the way here on his lunch break for the purposes of an enthusiastic quickie in Dean’s back room is so fucking hot that Dean almost moans out loud. He refrains, however, remembering Sanjay only one room away.
Dean opts to touch Castiel’s hair instead, and is rewarded with Castiel tipping his face back enough to stare up at Dean with blue eyes so dark and hungry that Dean comes right then and there.
Dean feels a little guilty about the lack of warning, but Castiel seems unperturbed as he swallows with surprising ease. A part of Dean’s brain (the very small part that is still working) thinks: huh, Castiel’s really getting better at this. Once Dean’s done, Castiel gets up and swipes the back of his hand across his mouth.
Dean sways a little, glad the wall is behind him to lean against, along with the desk. He fumbles open one of the desk drawers and pulls out a roll of paper towels. Dean stares at Castiel, dazed, and clutches the paper towels, suddenly unable to remember why he took them out.
Castiel takes the roll from Dean and tears off a sheet. Castiel dabs delicately at his mouth before cleaning up the saliva and whatever else in Dean’s crotch area. “I was thinking about you all day,” he says, and his voice sounds ten kinds of scratchy and awesome.
“Me too. I mean you.” Castiel might have shorted a circuit in Dean’s brain. He’s not positive, but it’s very probable. “Yes.”
Castiel finishes cleaning Dean up and tosses the soiled paper towels in the trash. “I didn’t want to wait.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Dean says, and remembers to tuck his dick back into his boxers. He pulls up his pants. “How long’s your lunch break? Do you want me to-”
“It’s fine,” Castiel says, catching Dean’s wrist before Dean’s fingers make their way into his pants. “I should go.”
“You sure?” Dean asks, twisting his wrist free from Castiel’s grip. “I don’t want to be that guy.”
Castiel presses a kiss to the corner of Dean’s mouth and then murmurs against his cheek, “Tonight.”
Dean watches him walk out of the back room and then forces his legs-which wobble slightly-to follow.
“So you’ll put in a special order today, then?” Castiel says once Dean joins him at the front of the store, near the counter.
“Huh?” Dean says.
“For the nails?” Castiel prompts patiently.
“Oh! The nails, you mean-yes. Of course. Right. Will do.” Dean glances over at Sanjay, who is watching them curiously. “Gotta nail that shingle.”
Castiel nods and turns to go. “Goodbye, Sanjay.”
“See you, Mr. N.,” Sanjay replies.
“Hey, I-” Dean feels words well up in his throat-some weird, post-orgasm rush of chick flick feeling or something-but catches himself when he feels Sanjay’s eyes on him. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Castiel cocks his head to one side and smiles at Dean with a touch of puzzlement. “Of course you will.”
Onto the next chapter: I'm not afraid of anything - except a lighted match