Party Time
Title: Party Time
Author: bballgirl3022
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel and Sam/Gabriel
Spoilers: If you know Gabriel and Castiel then you’re good
Warnings: Sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural
Summary: Castiel promises his brother he will attend his party. He assumes it will be another one of Gabriel’s wild parties, until Castiel meets Dean and his night changes completely.
Word Count: 1,547
Notes: I originally wrote this story to have some hot sex between Dean and Castiel. And then this happened. Not exactly what I planned, but whatever. Thanks and enjoy!
No beta. Sorry.
Party Time
It’s a testament to how much Castiel loves his brother that he showed up to this party. Castiel is still wondering at the occasion for the party when his brother comes over to throw his arms around Castiel and hug him tightly.
“Cas! You came!” Castiel is certain that Gabriel is well on his way to being very drunk. His words have yet to slur, but he’s getting hands-y which is a sure fire sign that he’s at least six beers in. This is what Castiel gets for showing up late. “I want you to meet my Sammy.” He turns to shout and Castiel is sure his ears will be ringing for hours. The ‘Sammy’ in question turns out to be a huge hunk of man. The guy is half a foot taller than Gabriel at least; he’s got muscles galore, floppy hair, and is smiling brightly like Gabriel is the sun to his moon.
Sam seems like a good guy; if the three minutes Castiel actually talks to him are anything to go by. Their meeting is cut short when Gabriel deems it the perfect time to play tonsil hockey. Castiel excuses himself and head off on a hunt for beer; because he will need beer if he is going to survive the rest of the night.
*****
Cas’s head is buried in the fridge when a pair of scuffed up boots enters his field of vision. The boots are attached to a man; a very gorgeous man in Castiel’s opinion. The man is smiling; his bright green eyes are crinkling at the corners and he has adorable freckles. He’s looking at Castiel expectantly and Castiel has no idea what he’s just said or what he could possibly want.
“I’m sorry. I must have spaced out for a moment. What did you say?”
The man smiles again. “I asked if you would mind getting me out another beer while you’re in there.” Oh, of course. Castiel hands him an unopened beer which he promptly opens and takes a large swig. “I’m Dean by the way.”
“Castiel,” he says with a nod and opens his own bottle.
“So what brings you here?” Dean questions. His voice is nice; it’s deep and sends tingles down Castiel’s spine that are quite distracting.
“My, uh, brother is hosting. I think,” Dean’s eyes go wide and Castiel is afraid that he’s said something wrong.
“Oh, you are the infamous Castiel.” Oh God, what has Gabriel been saying about him? And how does this Dean know who he is? “Sam’s my brother,” Dean says by way of explanation. Dean is related to Gabriel’s hunky boyfriend? Being super hot must run in their family gene pool. Not that Castiel has a chance with Dean, but a guy can dream right?
*****
They spend the next two hours getting to know each other and drinking beer. Castiel has had a few, not that he can remember, and he’s leaning heavily on Dean. Dean smells delightful; it’s a bit intoxicating of Castiel is completely honest. “Cas,” Dean’s whispering in Castiel’s ear, “Want you so much. Please… Please say you want this too.”
Castiel does. He wants Dean more than he has every wanted anyone in his life. He wants Dean’s hands on his naked body and Dean’s lips on his and… “Yes.” Castiel mumbles into Dean’s neck, “Want you too; so much. Some place quite? Please.”
Dean lets out a long, shaky breath. “My room’s upstairs,” Dean grabs Castiel’s hand and starts dragging him away. “Come on.”
Castiel didn’t know Dean lived here too; not that he’d actually asked or had a tour of the apartment or anything. He’s not really that surprised. In the few hours that Castiel has known Dean, he’s learned that Dean is extremely protective of the ones he loves. So the fact that he shares an apartment with his only brother is not really shocking, but Castiel is a little drunk-ish and not exactly thinking past what he hopes happens in Dean’s room.
*****
Castiel wakes up the next morning cuddled next to a warm body. He can’t really remember what happened after he and Dean got up to Dean’s room. He hopes he wasn’t too bad at whatever it was they did. He also hopes that he didn’t say anything too incriminating.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Dean says by way of greeting. God his voice sounds even better early in the morning; even if Cas has got the beginnings of what promises to be a pounding headache.
“Uh, Dean? What exactly happened last night?” Castiel can’t look him in the eye; he can already feel the heat creeping into his cheeks and if he looks up he’s sure to be tomato red.
“What exactly is it you last remember?”
“I remember meeting you in the fridge and talking and beer; lots of beer. I remember we were going up to your room to do… something. But after that I don’t recall anything.” Dean looks a little amused; like he’s laughing at a joke and Castiel isn’t in on it. “Care to fill in the blanks?”
Dean does chuckle at that. “Well, we did talk and drink and come up here. Then we were making out on the bed and you said you were tired. So we went to sleep. And that’s everything up to this point.”
Oh. That’s a little embarrassing. Castiel gave up his one night with Dean to sleep? How dumb could he possibly be? Castiel clears his throat and begins, “Since you probably don’t want me in your bed anymore, I’ll just be going…” Dean has a grip on his wrist before he gets one foot on the ground.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Dean questions while pulling Castiel back into the circle of his arms.
“I was going to leave. I mean, since I apparently blew the only chance I had with you.” Castiel’s eyes are tearing up and his cheeks feel like they could fry an egg. Why can’t Dean just let him go? Does he just plan on embarrassing him further?
Dean apparently notices the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “Whoa. Hey, it’s ok.” Dean murmurs into Castiel’s hair while he rubs soothing circles on his back. “You didn’t blow anything Cas. In fact if I recall correctly, you declared your undying love for me last night.”
Castiel is taken aback at that statement. He could not have said he loved a man he’s only known less than 24 hours “I did not.” He hopes that by saying this that he can make it true, but...
“Yes, you did. It was kinda adorable actually; even if your words were a little slurred.” The grin on Dean’s face is blinding and Castiel gives him a watery smile of his own.
“So you’re not kicking me out of your bed?” Castiel questions because he really wants to know if he still has a chance with Dean.
“No, I’m not kicking you out of my bed. In fact, if you wanted, I thought maybe we could finish what never really got started yesterday…” He trails off and Castiel surges up to seal their lips together.
Dean’s lips are soft under Castiel’s. His tongue is a warm, welcome weight in Castiel’s mouth. Before he knows it Castiel is moaning into Dean’s mouth and rolling his hips into Dean’s. Dean’s started a rhythm with his hips that Castiel follows easily. It’s so good and Castiel never wants it to end.
Then Dean’s mouth is gone and Castiel’s shirt with it. Dean returns with his mouth on Castiel’s neck. His shirt is gone and Castiel lets his hands wander over Dean’s back; because Dean’s back is pretty much perfect.
Dean’s moved to his nipples; their pebbled and Dean’s sucking and licking them and its shooting pleasure down his spine where it settles in his groin. Castiel’s hips are bucking upward of their own accord and he knows they both are still wearing too many clothes. “Dean,” he whines and pushes at Dean’s hips in an attempt to signal what he wants.
Dean, thankfully, picks up on what Castiel’s needs. He unbuttons Castiel’s pants and his own and their naked. It’s wonderful. Amazing; it’s all friction and sweat. Dean’s all hard muscle under soft skin. Dean’s calloused fingers feel wonderful wrapped around his cock and rubbing against his prostate.
Castiel’s whimpering and making incoherent requests as Dean’s erection breaches his opening. They both groan and Castiel wraps his legs around Dean’s waist to pull him in deeper. “Cas… Feel so good.” Castiel only moans in response. Dean’s got a steady rhythm going on and Castiel is in pure bliss.
It’s all over much too fast for Castiel’s liking. He comes hard over Dean’s hand and between their stomachs. Dean follows a few thrusts later inside Castiel. They lay together for a handful of moments, letting their heart rates and breathing slow before Dean up and back with a warm towel to clean Castiel.
They’re sated and snuggling under the blankets together when Dean announces, “I think we should date.”
Castiel chuckles, “I think that is a brilliant idea.” Dean laughs loudly and agrees. They fall asleep with the promise to make plans when they wake.
Part 2