SPN: Alternate Realities Don't Have to Suck 1/3
“So, you're Dean's trained monkey now?”
Castiel found himself with the urge to sigh. He'd been slowly growing more and more frustrated with Gabriel's presence, since the Archangel seemed to have taken a liking to him. He did feel bad about it, but Gabriel was just so good at being annoying, and took such a delight in it.
“I am doing what I believe is right,” Castiel informed the older angel. “It just so happens that Dean is the one who showed me that what I was doing before wasn't part of our Father's will.”
“So you're his bitch then?” Gabriel suggested with a smug look on his face. Castiel growled a little at the comparison, then frowned, confused. Why did he take such an objection to being called that? Dean called Sam a bitch all the time, and while he knew that in theory it was a derogatory term, it seemed to also be a fond one.
“I wouldn't blame you really,” the Archangel went on, “he's quite pretty after all. I certainly wouldn't mind tapping that.”
“Tapping?” Castiel was confused with the terminology, but was quite certain that it wasn't anything good.
“Poor innocent Cassie,” Gabriel shook his head. “I meant fucking him, of course!”
Before either could blink, Castiel had shoved Gabriel back against a wall and had summoned his blade in a flair of possessive rage. The pair stood for a moment, Castiel more surprised than Gabriel. Then he looked into Gabriel's eyes, and felt as the Archangel's power washed over him. Now he knew why Dean disliked others reading his mind.
“I see,” Gabriel spoke softly, breaking the trance. “That's how it is. And you don't even realise it.”
“Realise what?” Castiel asked, annoyed. Then everything went black.
~*~
It started out as a fairly normal day. Sam was alternating between being all emo about the apocalypse and trying to get his brother to talk about his supposed crush on his pet angel, Dean was drinking far too much to be healthy, and Castiel was off hunting for God. Bobby was in his study, steadfastly ignoring the two hunters present as he searched for something that could give them an edge. The next thing they knew, however, the recently-revealed Gabriel was standing in the middle of the room, surveying them all.
“What the hell-” Sam fell to the ground, quickly followed by Dean, as Gabriel darted forwards and touched their foreheads. Bobby started to wheel around his desk, except Gabriel had already disappeared again. Before he could check on the boys, the errant Archangel had reappeared, this time holding an unconscious Castiel.
“Mornin’ Bobby,” Gabriel grinned cheerfully at him, then carefully placed Castiel on the floor next to Dean. “Hope you don’t mind, but all three of the boys here need a good smack with a clue-by-four.”
“And you decided to administer it?” Bobby looked sceptical. He knew how much the tricksy Archangel loved playing around with reality, though he wasn’t sure of the end goal this time.
“Absolutely,” Gabriel nodded back. “They’ll wake up later tonight, and should have sorted a few things out by then. I just needed to get them somewhere they won’t all run off.” He then looked around, and crawled into Bobby’s bed. “I’ll be joining them. Keep an eye on our bodies, will you?” He paused for a moment, before giving Bobby a serious look. “Oh, and I wouldn't try doing anything to me or my vessel if I were you. I'll be splitting my consciousness - and I can come back fully whenever I want to.” Then he grinned again. “Cheerio!”
With that, Gabriel seemed to pass out, and a very confused Bobby was left with four bodies in his study. He shrugged and went back to work - stranger things had happened before.
~*~
“Castiel, stop squirming!”
“I can’t help it,” Castiel tried to settle down, though it was difficult with his wings tightly bound against his body. “How am I supposed to keep myself hidden at college? Gabriel, please-”
“You’re going,” Gabriel sent across a half-powered glare, “and that’s that. A college education will be good for you.”
“But my wings… they’ll see my wings and know that I’m inhuman.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Gabriel focussed on the road again. “You’ll just have to try to keep them hidden.”
Castiel glared at his brother for a moment, before looking out of the window again. At nineteen years old, he was unable to dematerialise his wings yet. Gabriel had been promising to teach him for months, but in the summer between the end of high school and the start of college they’d never found time. Now Castiel was going to be living in the college dorms, away from his family and the glamours they’d cast on him to keep humans from noticing the huge appendages, and he was afraid. Also highly uncomfortable, since his wings were having to be kept bound close to his body, beneath loose-fitting clothing. He was fairly sure that for the next four years, he wouldn't be seen without his slightly too large trench-coat.
“This is going to end badly,” he commented. Gabriel just laughed at him, wanker that he was.
~*~
“C’mon mom,” Dean managed to squirm out of her grasp. “It’s just college, I’m not even going out of the state.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss my baby,” Mary teased him, eyes sparkling with mischief as she eyed her son - who just happened to be a full foot taller than she was.
“Leave the boy alone Mary,” John smiled indulgently at her before clasping his son’s shoulder. “Take care Dean, call when you get there.”
“I will,” Dean smiled back. He was going to miss his parents, he knew. “See you. Bye, Sammy!” He called out to his little brother, who was sitting on the porch pretending to read but really watching him.
With a final glance back at the family home, Dean climbed into the Impala his dad had given him a couple of years back, and headed off for college.
~*~
Sam watched as Dean left, feeling as though something was being torn out of him. He didn't understand it - he was glad for Dean, really. Neither of their parents had gone to college, and Sam hadn't been sure if Dean would either. But in the last year, he'd actually started paying attention to his school work and had done well enough to get accepted into Kansas State University. It would be a good opportunity for him to do something other than staying at home and helping their dad out in the mechanic workshop.
And yet, for some reason, now that the day had come, Sam didn't want him to go. He wanted his big brother to stay right where he was, for their family to stay together and never change.
Heaving a sigh, he realised that it was a selfish wish, but couldn't stop himself. Sam was arguing more and more with their parents about pretty much everything, and Dean was usually the one to diffuse the situation. According to Dean, Sam was too much like their mom to ever fully agree with her, and he was too impulsive for their ex-marine father. Still, they both proved constantly that they loved him.
“Hey sweetie,” Mary came up behind him then. “It's getting pretty warm... how about we go get some ice cream?”
“Okay,” Sam nodded, putting down his book for the moment. “Can we get a tub to bring back?”
“Sure.”
Sam was fairly sure that Mary was humouring him to stave off her own motherly concerns about Dean leaving her sight, but that was okay. He had a feeling that he was going to need the ice cream later to cheer him up when Dean wasn't there to take him home from soccer practise.
~*~
Dean looked around the room he was going to be sharing with a stranger for the next however long, and wondered what the protocol was. Was he meant to wait for the guy to get there so they could decide who got which bed? Or should he just…
“Here we go!” A friendly voice sounded from behind him, and Dean turned. There was a short - compared to him, anyway - blonde guy dragging a taller man into the room behind him. Dean struggled hard to keep breathing normally at the sight of wide, nervous blue eyes and adorably scruffy brown hair, and knew that he was in deep trouble.
“Oh, hey,” the short guy spoke up, and Dean turned to look at him. “You’re my bro’s roommate? I’m Gabe, this is Cas.”
“Dean,” Dean grinned back at him. He could do this, he could be friendly. And maybe he’d be able to ignore the fact that Cas’ eyes seemed to bore straight through him.
~*~
It turned out that Gabe - or Gabriel, as his brother kept calling him - was a whirlwind given human form. In no time flat, he'd pulled all of Cas' things out and dumped them over half of the room, constantly dodging out of the way whenever Cas tried to retrieve his things. Dean couldn't help but laugh.
“So, Cas,” Dean started once Gabriel had been chased away, “what are you gonna be studying?”
“I believe I shall try the Arts and Literature programs,” Castiel stated as he tried to put his things in order. He had a low, gravelly voice that definitely caught Dean's interest. “I do not know exactly, however.”
“Cool,” Dean picked up a few clothes that had made it over to his side and attempted to fold them. “I don't really know what I want to do yet. I'll do my GURs and then see what catches my fancy.”
“I see. You're unsure of what you wish to do with your life?”
“Pretty much,” Dean agreed, even if the guy's language was rather formal. “You know how it is - all through your teenage years, everyone keeps making such a big deal out of getting to college and getting a degree, but I just don't know what I wanna do yet.”
They tidied in silence for a while, before Cas volunteered some information.
“Gabriel went to college for a while, but never graduated. I don't think he went to more than a handful of classes. He much preferred the social aspects.”
“I'm definitely looking forwards to that,” Dean grinned at his room mate. “College is for learning, sure, but it's also for making friends and doing stupid stuff. Get it all out of your system so you can graduate as a responsible adult.”
Castiel stared at him for a moment, head tilted a little, and somehow it seemed as though Dean had known him forever.
“If you say so,” Cas spoke before continuing to straighten the mess Gabriel had made.
Oh yeah. Dean was in big trouble.
~*~
“Dean!”
“Hey Sammy,” Dean grinned as he lay back on his bed, phone held to his ear. “How's it feel being the man of the house?”
“Dad's still here.”
“He doesn't count.”
“Yes he does!”
“Nah, Mum can kick his arse any day.”
“...Yeah, she could.”
“So, what's new your end? Any classes that I'd find interesting?”
“Yeah, I'm taking Auto... wait, you called me the man of the house.”
“Your point being?”
“You never call me that! You always call me a girl. What's happened, is something wrong? Are you sick?”
“Woah Sam, calm down! Nothing's wrong. I just... you're growing up, y'know? And it's just not that funny any more.”
“Uh huh,” Dean could hear the scepticism in Sam's voice, but at least he wasn't panicking any more. “Sure. What's the real reason?”
“I...” Dean considered lying for all of about five seconds. Sam had always had an uncanny way of knowing when he wasn't telling the truth, and he'd end up spilling to his little brother anyway sooner or later. “There's this guy that I... I kinda like. And well...”
“You can't give me shit for being girly if you're gay?” Sam suggested. Dean squirmed for a moment, then decided to just bite the bullet.
“Yeah, something like that. Wouldn't say I'm gay though - I still have a lot of love for boobs.”
“Ew, Dean.”
“Seriously, they're awesome! Big jiggly ones, small ones that just fit in your hand, whatever the size. Wubbly-jubblies are the greatest invention ever.”
“Okay, I'm scarred for life once again. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
~*~
Castiel was growing more and more frustrated as the days went by. His wings ached from being bound so closely in his harness, and he was only able to stretch them out for a few minutes a day while bathing. He claimed to be shy to avoid undressing in the same room as Dean, which the other boy seemed to respect.
“Decent of him,” Gabriel commented. They were sitting outside on the grass, sharing lunch. The older angel had simply showed up at the library and informed Cas that they were taking a break, and Castiel couldn't see the point in arguing.
“He is considerate when he remembers to be,” Castiel acknowledged. “There are times he forgets, but he is always apologetic later.”
“Is he shy about undressing in front of you?” Gabriel leered at his brother, who sighed.
“You are not going to seduce my room mate.”
“Of course not,” Gabriel managed to look affronted. “You're gonna screw him.”
“I... I am not!” Castiel felt himself flushing. Just because he may have noticed how good looking Dean was, and how friendly... “We are room mates. That is all.”
“Sure it is,” Gabriel grinned knowingly, and Castiel had a strong urge to kick him.
~*~
That Friday, Dean came back to their room to find Cas studying. Again. Deciding that this wasn't what college was meant to be about, Dean took a seat on the edge of the desk.
“Dean,” Cas spoke in a warning tone that did nothing to dampen Dean's fascination.
“Cas,” he responded in his cheekiest voice. That got Cas to glance up, even if it was a scowl he directed at Dean.
“I am trying to study. Please leave me alone.”
“Nope,” Dean grinned as he managed to snag the pen. “We're going out tonight. You've got ten minutes, then I'm dragging you out the door.”
“And where do you intend on taking me?” Castiel looked at least vaguely curious, which was a step up in Dean's books.
“The Cavern, a bar about five minutes down the road. We need to go drink and chat up chicks. And play pool.”
“That sounds... crowded.” There was a little uncertainty in his tone, but Dean ignored it.
“It'll be fun. C'mon, we'll go hang out like the college kids we are. Now hurry it up, I'll be back soon and we're going out.”
Dean had learned early on that Cas didn't like being naked around him, and did his best to respect the guy's boundaries. Sometimes. When he remembered, anyway.
~*~
As it turned out, Dean didn't have to drag Castiel to the bar - but only just. The Cavern was already about half-full, and though Dean felt totally at ease, it was clear that Cas was nervous with the crowd.
“Hey,” Dean bumped shoulders with him and grinned. “It'll be fine. Promise.”
After a moment, Cas tilted his head in acquiescence. Somehow, that small show of faith was all Dean needed to fall completely for his quiet, slightly nerdy room mate. He was too nervous to make his move in such a crowded place though, and settled for just buying him a drink - with an excellent fake ID of course.
“Drink up,” he clinked his bottle against Cas'. “This is all part of the college experience - getting shit-faced at every possible opportunity.”
“Thank you,” Castiel took a deep pull of the beer, and Dean knew that this couldn't be his first time drinking. “I was unaware of the custom, but think I shall refrain from getting... shit-faced.”
“How about pleasantly buzzed?” Dean bartered, for some reason feeling a thrill of excitement at getting Cas to swear.
“That would be acceptable.”
“Sweet. Hey, they have pool tables! Let's go,” Dean was up and tugging Cas along by the arm as soon as he spotted an empty table.
“I do not know how to play,” Castiel admitted, and Dean stared at him for a moment.
“You don't... oh man, you're missing out!” At the slightly dejected look on Cas' face, Dean hurried to reassure him. “Don't worry, I'll teach you. You'll be awesome in no time.”
“If you say so.”
As it turned out, Castiel was awful at pool. He could work out the angles and everything, but he couldn't use subtle taps of the cue - always went straight for all-out force.
“You sure you're not the Hulk?” Dean teased as he deftly potted another ball. Looking up, he saw Cas looking partly exasperated and partly amused, something that seemed oddly familiar even though he hadn't seen it before.
“I am not Bruce Banner,” Castiel informed him. “I just... cannot play pool properly.”
“It's cool,” Dean waved him off. “You'll learn. Eventually. We've just gotta figure out...” he trailed off as a pair of women walked past, clearly checking him and Cas out. Feeling the need for some distraction, Dean decided to indulge the women. “Okay, moving on to the next lesson of college life: picking up chicks for one-night stands.”
“I'm not sure that-”
“Hey there ladies,” Dean was off and grinning already. He threw a grin over his shoulder at Cas, and noted that he was looking scared. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, Dean brought Cas forward a little. “I'm trying to teach my buddy here to play pool. Care to join us?”
~*~
As it turned out, Cas was even worse at chatting up women. He didn't know what to say to them, and ended up just standing in awkward silence while Dean flirted enough for the both of them.
Watching Dean with a woman either side of him, Castiel felt something flare through him - jealousy, he realised. It was odd, he'd only known the man for a week, and already he was feeling extremely territorial about him. All of the strange feelings were combining to make Cas extremely uncomfortable, and soon he slipped away, pleading work in the morning.
~*~
Sam walked out of the changing rooms, partly elated from a good practice, partly dejected because Dean wasn't there to share it with him. Then he heard a car horn honk and looked up, a smile finally crossing his face.
“Hey Sammy,” Mary smiled back. “Hop in. I've got a surprise.”
“What is it?” Sam asked as he quickly stowed his gear in the back seat before climbing in next to his mother.
“Do you remember Mrs. McKinney at the book store?”
“Yeah, she's neat.” The woman who ran the local second-hand book store always kept an eye out for the books that Sam loved, and tended to give him special deals. She believed in encouraging young people to read, something that Sam had always loved.
“Well, she's getting on in years and is finding it harder to bend and sort the books. So she asked me if maybe you'd like a part-time job after school?”
Sam stared at his mother for a moment, before grinning wildly.
“You said yes, right? It's okay for me to do it?”
“Of course,” Mary smiled softly. “I know we don't always see eye to eye, but I want you to do what makes you happy. Whatever that might be.”
If she sounded a little wistful at the last line, Sam didn't notice it. He was far too excited about getting to do something different, instead of just doing the bookkeeping at the Winchester Workshop.
~*~
The weeks passed, and the room mates fell into a vaguely comfortable routine. They didn’t see each other much during the weeks since they had different class schedules and after-class activities, then on Friday nights Dean would drag Castiel to The Cavern, where Dean drank and tried to teach Cas how to play pool and pick up chicks. For the rest of the weekends, Dean tended to work mostly while Castiel disappeared off-campus to stretch out his wings and fly for hours, something he couldn’t do around the college.
The routine was safe, comfortable, and Castiel started to relax, thinking that he might be able to survive a college education. So, naturally, things had to change.
It was three months into their first year, and nothing had gone wrong yet. But Dean was getting sick of almost never seeing his room mate, and decided that it was high time they ditched the chicks and just spent time together. He wanted to know if he had a chance with the strangely familiar young man.
“Why are we here?” Castiel asked, looking around the lobby of the theatre. He’d never been a huge fan of movies, though Gabriel had dragged him along frequently.
“People watching,” Dean shrugged. “Actually getting to know each other. Y’know, stuff like that.”
“I see.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Dean. That was never part of why he avoided the other man. It was all about the fact that he couldn’t let anyone know about his angelic ancestry, or of the existence of the supernatural in general. But this time, apparently, Dean was determined to spend time together without getting drunk and chasing after women. So Castiel just had to grin and bear it.
~*~
“And that’s why you should never get sex tips from people on the internet. Ever.”
Castiel was grinning at the end of the story, a chuckle escaping now and then. He hadn’t realised just how entertaining Dean could be when he put his mind to it.
“Did she forgive you?” He had to ask. Dean shrugged, grinning back easily.
“Not a clue. We left the next day, and she hadn’t given me her number, so…”
“So you never saw her again. Possibly a good thing.”
“Yeah, probably.”
The pair continued to watch the theatre patrons coming and going, and Castiel refrained from commenting on the state of the souls around them. He had the feeling that it might just raise a few more questions than he was comfortable answering.
Throughout the night, Castiel grew steadily twitchier. His wings were cramping up from being bound for so long, and he wanted to shed his loose clothes and fly. Unfortunately, doing so here would only end in hunters attacking and possibly killing him, so he refrained. Though Castiel had to wonder again why his family had insisted on sending him to a normal, human college. Probably Gabriel's idea of a joke.
Much to Castiel's consternation, Dean seemed to be picking up on his discomfort as the night progressed. Castiel tried to shake it off, but every other time Dean had been at least tipsy by this point, if not completely engrossed in catching a woman's interest. It was rather disconcerting to be the focus of Dean's attention for once.
“Look,” Dean finally spoke up, “you wanna just head back to the dorm? You seem kinda... jumpy.”
“I apologise,” Castiel tried to act normal. “I'm simply unused to such long conversations.”
“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “We haven't really hung out properly. But I want to know you better, you're pretty cool when you let yourself relax.”
“Thanks.”
The pair fell into step beside each other as they walked back to the dormitory, Castiel slowly relaxing again as he was able to shift his shoulders and back a little while walking. It wasn't ideal, but it would do until he managed to get away the next morning.
As he entered their room, Castiel was a little surprised by how much the place felt like home now. He missed his family, certainly, but somehow he had the feeling that if he went back to them, he'd miss having Dean around too.
“Hey, Cas...”
Castiel turned to look at Dean, and found himself stepping right up into Dean's personal space. It had never really bothered Castiel, though he knew that humans could get a little uptight about others being in such close proximity. He calmly watched as Dean squirmed a little, apparently trying to find the right words, and let his gaze pierce further. What he saw threw him a little - Dean's soul was reaching out to him, clearly wanting to be closer, and Castiel wondered whether Dean was trying to gain the courage to make a move on him.
Then Dean's eyes shuttered, and the human stepped back, something stopping him. Castiel let out a small growl of annoyance and decided to take the initiative instead. So he stepped forwards faster than Dean was moving away and leaned up a little, pressing his lips to Dean's briefly before turning and collecting the book he was currently reading.
Move made, he settled back on his bed and waited to see what Dean would do now.
~*~
Dean froze, his mind shutting down completely. Castiel had kissed him. Castiel, the gorgeous man who never showed an interest in anyone. The man who seemed to look right through him sometimes. The man with the most adorable puppy-dog eyes when they were trying to get others to buy drinks for them.
The man who'd been starring in Dean's fantasies ever since they'd moved in together, but who he'd resigned himself to never having.
Then, before Dean could re-adjust his view on the world and kiss back, Cas had retreated and was apparently going to act as though nothing had happened.
Screw that.
Dean surged forwards and plucked the book out of Castiel's hands, tossing it to one side. Before Cas could protest, Dean leaned forwards to give him a proper kiss, one that hopefully got across the idea that Dean was more than happy to see where this led.
Arms came up to encircle him, and Dean would have smiled if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. Castiel's grip was firm without being desperate, and Dean decided that he liked it.
“Cas,” he whispered against kiss-swollen lips, before trailing his own across the stubbled jaw he'd wanted to taste for weeks. He could feel Castiel responding, hands exploring and stroking Dean's back as he bared his throat. Dean felt a rush of power as he pressed tender kisses to the exposed flesh, and moved one hand from where it had been supporting him on the bed to caress Castiel's waist.
“Dean, wait,” Castiel spoke then, but not soon enough. For Dean could feel that his shirt was covering something, stretched over contours that shouldn't be there.
“What the hell?” Dean jerked back, confused. Castiel looked guilty and unsure, which didn't suit him in the slightest. “Cas, what's going on?”
For a moment, Dean didn't think that Castiel would answer him. Then the man sighed and looked down, shrugging out of his jacket at the same time. Dean could hardly believe what a difference it made, as he could now clearly tell that there was something on Castiel's back.
Castiel started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his pale chest, and Dean had to blink hard to concentrate. How was he meant to focus on possible deformity when he really, really wanted to bend forwards and lick his way across the firm skin. It wouldn't take much, he'd only have to lean down a little, he hadn't moved away that much...
When he heard Castiel's sharp intake of breath, Dean realised that his body had moved without his permission, and he was now breathing harshly over Castiel's (apparently quite sensitive) nipple. He let his tongue slip out momentarily to lick it, then pulled back again and took in the sight that Castiel's removed shirt had been hiding, only to have his brain shut down again.
There were wings.
Curled in and strapped to Castiel's back, yes, but they were feathered, dark grey wings. Castiel looked as though he was about two seconds from bolting, and Dean realised that he really didn't want that to happen. He wasn't as freaked out as he probably should be, more simply overwhelmed by the fact that there was a person with wings sitting on the bed in front of him.
“Huh,” Dean finally huffed, unable to think of something more detailed to say. So instead he reached out and gently ran his finger along the feathers, noting how Cas froze at the touch. “So this is what you've been hiding away under there.” He crawled forwards again, wrapping one arm around Cas' waist while the other hand continued to stroke the wings around the bindings.
“Dean...” Cas groaned, and Dean glanced up to see his eyes tightly closed. He was panting hard, and Dean smirked.
“You like having your wings touched, don't you?” Dean gloated, continuing to card his fingers through the feathers. “Wanna let them go? Let them spread out?”
Instead of responding verbally, Castiel quickly undid the buckles keeping his wings in place before slowly spreading them out. He let out a sigh of contentment as they stretched, outermost feathers reaching right up to the ceiling.
“Holy...” Dean muttered, looking up at the wings in awe and a little apprehension. They were really big, and looked strong too. Then Dean caught sight of Castiel's face, how unsure he looked, and that really didn't suit him. So he crawled forwards again and pressed his lips against Cas' in a gentle kiss, sliding his hands around the other man to stroke his back and wing-joints.
“It's okay,” Dean whispered into Castiel's ear, familiar with how to comfort a nervous bed-partner. “Damn, but you're so hot.”
It did the trick, along with his hands, and Castiel slowly relaxed beneath him. Dean gently pushed him down, then leaned back and stripped off his own shirts. When he then lay down with Cas, shifting him to the correct position on his side, he was able to press his bare chest to Castiel's. The other male seemed to appreciate it, if the way he pressed forward was any indication.
“Dean, touch me,” Castiel pleaded as his own hands grew bolder, skimming up Dean's side and along his back.
“It's okay Cas, I'm not going anywhere.” Dean's hand quickly found its way back to Castiel's wing joints, and they traded kisses while their hands explored. After a few minutes, Dean could feel Castiel getting hard in answer to his own erection, and he kissed Cas a little harder. He also trailed his hand down Castiel's spine and gently cupped his arse before shifting his hips a little, testing how far Cas was willing to go.
Castiel broke the kiss with a gasp even as he pressed himself firmly against Dean. When Dean opened his eyes to watch as they ground together, Castiel's own eyes were blown wide with lust, and it was one of the hottest things he'd seem in a long time.
“Cas... so fucking gorgeous,” Dean muttered, wrapping one leg around Castiel's hip for greater leverage. Cas seemed to get the message and grasped Dean closer, so that they were pressed as close together as was possible, rutting against each other in a frantic search for release. They were too preoccupied to think about undressing and going all the way, but Dean was perfectly content to stay like this forever.
“Dean, I need...” Cas sounded desperate, and Dean remembered that the winged man had never had a lover before. The fact that he was giving his first time to him made Dean feel warm all over, and he gently caressed Castiel's back for a moment.
“I know baby,” Dean leaned in again and started kissing along Cas' neck again, even as the shorter male tangled their legs together more completely. They were both close, so close.
Then Castiel froze, eyes flying wide open as a broken sound left his mouth. His hips jerked a couple of times, and Dean knew that he was coming. With just a few more presses against Cas, Dean followed him over the edge, face buried in Castiel's neck.
They lay tangled together as they came down from the high, and Dean found that he didn't want to move. He knew he should - the come in their pants was bound to be uncomfortable by morning, but he just couldn't tear himself away from the content, blissed-out look on Cas' face. So he held the winged man closer and closed his eyes, figuring that there would be plenty of time to worry in the morning.
Part Two >>
Castiel found himself with the urge to sigh. He'd been slowly growing more and more frustrated with Gabriel's presence, since the Archangel seemed to have taken a liking to him. He did feel bad about it, but Gabriel was just so good at being annoying, and took such a delight in it.
“I am doing what I believe is right,” Castiel informed the older angel. “It just so happens that Dean is the one who showed me that what I was doing before wasn't part of our Father's will.”
“So you're his bitch then?” Gabriel suggested with a smug look on his face. Castiel growled a little at the comparison, then frowned, confused. Why did he take such an objection to being called that? Dean called Sam a bitch all the time, and while he knew that in theory it was a derogatory term, it seemed to also be a fond one.
“I wouldn't blame you really,” the Archangel went on, “he's quite pretty after all. I certainly wouldn't mind tapping that.”
“Tapping?” Castiel was confused with the terminology, but was quite certain that it wasn't anything good.
“Poor innocent Cassie,” Gabriel shook his head. “I meant fucking him, of course!”
Before either could blink, Castiel had shoved Gabriel back against a wall and had summoned his blade in a flair of possessive rage. The pair stood for a moment, Castiel more surprised than Gabriel. Then he looked into Gabriel's eyes, and felt as the Archangel's power washed over him. Now he knew why Dean disliked others reading his mind.
“I see,” Gabriel spoke softly, breaking the trance. “That's how it is. And you don't even realise it.”
“Realise what?” Castiel asked, annoyed. Then everything went black.
~*~
It started out as a fairly normal day. Sam was alternating between being all emo about the apocalypse and trying to get his brother to talk about his supposed crush on his pet angel, Dean was drinking far too much to be healthy, and Castiel was off hunting for God. Bobby was in his study, steadfastly ignoring the two hunters present as he searched for something that could give them an edge. The next thing they knew, however, the recently-revealed Gabriel was standing in the middle of the room, surveying them all.
“What the hell-” Sam fell to the ground, quickly followed by Dean, as Gabriel darted forwards and touched their foreheads. Bobby started to wheel around his desk, except Gabriel had already disappeared again. Before he could check on the boys, the errant Archangel had reappeared, this time holding an unconscious Castiel.
“Mornin’ Bobby,” Gabriel grinned cheerfully at him, then carefully placed Castiel on the floor next to Dean. “Hope you don’t mind, but all three of the boys here need a good smack with a clue-by-four.”
“And you decided to administer it?” Bobby looked sceptical. He knew how much the tricksy Archangel loved playing around with reality, though he wasn’t sure of the end goal this time.
“Absolutely,” Gabriel nodded back. “They’ll wake up later tonight, and should have sorted a few things out by then. I just needed to get them somewhere they won’t all run off.” He then looked around, and crawled into Bobby’s bed. “I’ll be joining them. Keep an eye on our bodies, will you?” He paused for a moment, before giving Bobby a serious look. “Oh, and I wouldn't try doing anything to me or my vessel if I were you. I'll be splitting my consciousness - and I can come back fully whenever I want to.” Then he grinned again. “Cheerio!”
With that, Gabriel seemed to pass out, and a very confused Bobby was left with four bodies in his study. He shrugged and went back to work - stranger things had happened before.
~*~
“Castiel, stop squirming!”
“I can’t help it,” Castiel tried to settle down, though it was difficult with his wings tightly bound against his body. “How am I supposed to keep myself hidden at college? Gabriel, please-”
“You’re going,” Gabriel sent across a half-powered glare, “and that’s that. A college education will be good for you.”
“But my wings… they’ll see my wings and know that I’m inhuman.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Gabriel focussed on the road again. “You’ll just have to try to keep them hidden.”
Castiel glared at his brother for a moment, before looking out of the window again. At nineteen years old, he was unable to dematerialise his wings yet. Gabriel had been promising to teach him for months, but in the summer between the end of high school and the start of college they’d never found time. Now Castiel was going to be living in the college dorms, away from his family and the glamours they’d cast on him to keep humans from noticing the huge appendages, and he was afraid. Also highly uncomfortable, since his wings were having to be kept bound close to his body, beneath loose-fitting clothing. He was fairly sure that for the next four years, he wouldn't be seen without his slightly too large trench-coat.
“This is going to end badly,” he commented. Gabriel just laughed at him, wanker that he was.
~*~
“C’mon mom,” Dean managed to squirm out of her grasp. “It’s just college, I’m not even going out of the state.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss my baby,” Mary teased him, eyes sparkling with mischief as she eyed her son - who just happened to be a full foot taller than she was.
“Leave the boy alone Mary,” John smiled indulgently at her before clasping his son’s shoulder. “Take care Dean, call when you get there.”
“I will,” Dean smiled back. He was going to miss his parents, he knew. “See you. Bye, Sammy!” He called out to his little brother, who was sitting on the porch pretending to read but really watching him.
With a final glance back at the family home, Dean climbed into the Impala his dad had given him a couple of years back, and headed off for college.
~*~
Sam watched as Dean left, feeling as though something was being torn out of him. He didn't understand it - he was glad for Dean, really. Neither of their parents had gone to college, and Sam hadn't been sure if Dean would either. But in the last year, he'd actually started paying attention to his school work and had done well enough to get accepted into Kansas State University. It would be a good opportunity for him to do something other than staying at home and helping their dad out in the mechanic workshop.
And yet, for some reason, now that the day had come, Sam didn't want him to go. He wanted his big brother to stay right where he was, for their family to stay together and never change.
Heaving a sigh, he realised that it was a selfish wish, but couldn't stop himself. Sam was arguing more and more with their parents about pretty much everything, and Dean was usually the one to diffuse the situation. According to Dean, Sam was too much like their mom to ever fully agree with her, and he was too impulsive for their ex-marine father. Still, they both proved constantly that they loved him.
“Hey sweetie,” Mary came up behind him then. “It's getting pretty warm... how about we go get some ice cream?”
“Okay,” Sam nodded, putting down his book for the moment. “Can we get a tub to bring back?”
“Sure.”
Sam was fairly sure that Mary was humouring him to stave off her own motherly concerns about Dean leaving her sight, but that was okay. He had a feeling that he was going to need the ice cream later to cheer him up when Dean wasn't there to take him home from soccer practise.
~*~
Dean looked around the room he was going to be sharing with a stranger for the next however long, and wondered what the protocol was. Was he meant to wait for the guy to get there so they could decide who got which bed? Or should he just…
“Here we go!” A friendly voice sounded from behind him, and Dean turned. There was a short - compared to him, anyway - blonde guy dragging a taller man into the room behind him. Dean struggled hard to keep breathing normally at the sight of wide, nervous blue eyes and adorably scruffy brown hair, and knew that he was in deep trouble.
“Oh, hey,” the short guy spoke up, and Dean turned to look at him. “You’re my bro’s roommate? I’m Gabe, this is Cas.”
“Dean,” Dean grinned back at him. He could do this, he could be friendly. And maybe he’d be able to ignore the fact that Cas’ eyes seemed to bore straight through him.
~*~
It turned out that Gabe - or Gabriel, as his brother kept calling him - was a whirlwind given human form. In no time flat, he'd pulled all of Cas' things out and dumped them over half of the room, constantly dodging out of the way whenever Cas tried to retrieve his things. Dean couldn't help but laugh.
“So, Cas,” Dean started once Gabriel had been chased away, “what are you gonna be studying?”
“I believe I shall try the Arts and Literature programs,” Castiel stated as he tried to put his things in order. He had a low, gravelly voice that definitely caught Dean's interest. “I do not know exactly, however.”
“Cool,” Dean picked up a few clothes that had made it over to his side and attempted to fold them. “I don't really know what I want to do yet. I'll do my GURs and then see what catches my fancy.”
“I see. You're unsure of what you wish to do with your life?”
“Pretty much,” Dean agreed, even if the guy's language was rather formal. “You know how it is - all through your teenage years, everyone keeps making such a big deal out of getting to college and getting a degree, but I just don't know what I wanna do yet.”
They tidied in silence for a while, before Cas volunteered some information.
“Gabriel went to college for a while, but never graduated. I don't think he went to more than a handful of classes. He much preferred the social aspects.”
“I'm definitely looking forwards to that,” Dean grinned at his room mate. “College is for learning, sure, but it's also for making friends and doing stupid stuff. Get it all out of your system so you can graduate as a responsible adult.”
Castiel stared at him for a moment, head tilted a little, and somehow it seemed as though Dean had known him forever.
“If you say so,” Cas spoke before continuing to straighten the mess Gabriel had made.
Oh yeah. Dean was in big trouble.
~*~
“Dean!”
“Hey Sammy,” Dean grinned as he lay back on his bed, phone held to his ear. “How's it feel being the man of the house?”
“Dad's still here.”
“He doesn't count.”
“Yes he does!”
“Nah, Mum can kick his arse any day.”
“...Yeah, she could.”
“So, what's new your end? Any classes that I'd find interesting?”
“Yeah, I'm taking Auto... wait, you called me the man of the house.”
“Your point being?”
“You never call me that! You always call me a girl. What's happened, is something wrong? Are you sick?”
“Woah Sam, calm down! Nothing's wrong. I just... you're growing up, y'know? And it's just not that funny any more.”
“Uh huh,” Dean could hear the scepticism in Sam's voice, but at least he wasn't panicking any more. “Sure. What's the real reason?”
“I...” Dean considered lying for all of about five seconds. Sam had always had an uncanny way of knowing when he wasn't telling the truth, and he'd end up spilling to his little brother anyway sooner or later. “There's this guy that I... I kinda like. And well...”
“You can't give me shit for being girly if you're gay?” Sam suggested. Dean squirmed for a moment, then decided to just bite the bullet.
“Yeah, something like that. Wouldn't say I'm gay though - I still have a lot of love for boobs.”
“Ew, Dean.”
“Seriously, they're awesome! Big jiggly ones, small ones that just fit in your hand, whatever the size. Wubbly-jubblies are the greatest invention ever.”
“Okay, I'm scarred for life once again. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
~*~
Castiel was growing more and more frustrated as the days went by. His wings ached from being bound so closely in his harness, and he was only able to stretch them out for a few minutes a day while bathing. He claimed to be shy to avoid undressing in the same room as Dean, which the other boy seemed to respect.
“Decent of him,” Gabriel commented. They were sitting outside on the grass, sharing lunch. The older angel had simply showed up at the library and informed Cas that they were taking a break, and Castiel couldn't see the point in arguing.
“He is considerate when he remembers to be,” Castiel acknowledged. “There are times he forgets, but he is always apologetic later.”
“Is he shy about undressing in front of you?” Gabriel leered at his brother, who sighed.
“You are not going to seduce my room mate.”
“Of course not,” Gabriel managed to look affronted. “You're gonna screw him.”
“I... I am not!” Castiel felt himself flushing. Just because he may have noticed how good looking Dean was, and how friendly... “We are room mates. That is all.”
“Sure it is,” Gabriel grinned knowingly, and Castiel had a strong urge to kick him.
~*~
That Friday, Dean came back to their room to find Cas studying. Again. Deciding that this wasn't what college was meant to be about, Dean took a seat on the edge of the desk.
“Dean,” Cas spoke in a warning tone that did nothing to dampen Dean's fascination.
“Cas,” he responded in his cheekiest voice. That got Cas to glance up, even if it was a scowl he directed at Dean.
“I am trying to study. Please leave me alone.”
“Nope,” Dean grinned as he managed to snag the pen. “We're going out tonight. You've got ten minutes, then I'm dragging you out the door.”
“And where do you intend on taking me?” Castiel looked at least vaguely curious, which was a step up in Dean's books.
“The Cavern, a bar about five minutes down the road. We need to go drink and chat up chicks. And play pool.”
“That sounds... crowded.” There was a little uncertainty in his tone, but Dean ignored it.
“It'll be fun. C'mon, we'll go hang out like the college kids we are. Now hurry it up, I'll be back soon and we're going out.”
Dean had learned early on that Cas didn't like being naked around him, and did his best to respect the guy's boundaries. Sometimes. When he remembered, anyway.
~*~
As it turned out, Dean didn't have to drag Castiel to the bar - but only just. The Cavern was already about half-full, and though Dean felt totally at ease, it was clear that Cas was nervous with the crowd.
“Hey,” Dean bumped shoulders with him and grinned. “It'll be fine. Promise.”
After a moment, Cas tilted his head in acquiescence. Somehow, that small show of faith was all Dean needed to fall completely for his quiet, slightly nerdy room mate. He was too nervous to make his move in such a crowded place though, and settled for just buying him a drink - with an excellent fake ID of course.
“Drink up,” he clinked his bottle against Cas'. “This is all part of the college experience - getting shit-faced at every possible opportunity.”
“Thank you,” Castiel took a deep pull of the beer, and Dean knew that this couldn't be his first time drinking. “I was unaware of the custom, but think I shall refrain from getting... shit-faced.”
“How about pleasantly buzzed?” Dean bartered, for some reason feeling a thrill of excitement at getting Cas to swear.
“That would be acceptable.”
“Sweet. Hey, they have pool tables! Let's go,” Dean was up and tugging Cas along by the arm as soon as he spotted an empty table.
“I do not know how to play,” Castiel admitted, and Dean stared at him for a moment.
“You don't... oh man, you're missing out!” At the slightly dejected look on Cas' face, Dean hurried to reassure him. “Don't worry, I'll teach you. You'll be awesome in no time.”
“If you say so.”
As it turned out, Castiel was awful at pool. He could work out the angles and everything, but he couldn't use subtle taps of the cue - always went straight for all-out force.
“You sure you're not the Hulk?” Dean teased as he deftly potted another ball. Looking up, he saw Cas looking partly exasperated and partly amused, something that seemed oddly familiar even though he hadn't seen it before.
“I am not Bruce Banner,” Castiel informed him. “I just... cannot play pool properly.”
“It's cool,” Dean waved him off. “You'll learn. Eventually. We've just gotta figure out...” he trailed off as a pair of women walked past, clearly checking him and Cas out. Feeling the need for some distraction, Dean decided to indulge the women. “Okay, moving on to the next lesson of college life: picking up chicks for one-night stands.”
“I'm not sure that-”
“Hey there ladies,” Dean was off and grinning already. He threw a grin over his shoulder at Cas, and noted that he was looking scared. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, Dean brought Cas forward a little. “I'm trying to teach my buddy here to play pool. Care to join us?”
~*~
As it turned out, Cas was even worse at chatting up women. He didn't know what to say to them, and ended up just standing in awkward silence while Dean flirted enough for the both of them.
Watching Dean with a woman either side of him, Castiel felt something flare through him - jealousy, he realised. It was odd, he'd only known the man for a week, and already he was feeling extremely territorial about him. All of the strange feelings were combining to make Cas extremely uncomfortable, and soon he slipped away, pleading work in the morning.
~*~
Sam walked out of the changing rooms, partly elated from a good practice, partly dejected because Dean wasn't there to share it with him. Then he heard a car horn honk and looked up, a smile finally crossing his face.
“Hey Sammy,” Mary smiled back. “Hop in. I've got a surprise.”
“What is it?” Sam asked as he quickly stowed his gear in the back seat before climbing in next to his mother.
“Do you remember Mrs. McKinney at the book store?”
“Yeah, she's neat.” The woman who ran the local second-hand book store always kept an eye out for the books that Sam loved, and tended to give him special deals. She believed in encouraging young people to read, something that Sam had always loved.
“Well, she's getting on in years and is finding it harder to bend and sort the books. So she asked me if maybe you'd like a part-time job after school?”
Sam stared at his mother for a moment, before grinning wildly.
“You said yes, right? It's okay for me to do it?”
“Of course,” Mary smiled softly. “I know we don't always see eye to eye, but I want you to do what makes you happy. Whatever that might be.”
If she sounded a little wistful at the last line, Sam didn't notice it. He was far too excited about getting to do something different, instead of just doing the bookkeeping at the Winchester Workshop.
~*~
The weeks passed, and the room mates fell into a vaguely comfortable routine. They didn’t see each other much during the weeks since they had different class schedules and after-class activities, then on Friday nights Dean would drag Castiel to The Cavern, where Dean drank and tried to teach Cas how to play pool and pick up chicks. For the rest of the weekends, Dean tended to work mostly while Castiel disappeared off-campus to stretch out his wings and fly for hours, something he couldn’t do around the college.
The routine was safe, comfortable, and Castiel started to relax, thinking that he might be able to survive a college education. So, naturally, things had to change.
It was three months into their first year, and nothing had gone wrong yet. But Dean was getting sick of almost never seeing his room mate, and decided that it was high time they ditched the chicks and just spent time together. He wanted to know if he had a chance with the strangely familiar young man.
“Why are we here?” Castiel asked, looking around the lobby of the theatre. He’d never been a huge fan of movies, though Gabriel had dragged him along frequently.
“People watching,” Dean shrugged. “Actually getting to know each other. Y’know, stuff like that.”
“I see.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Dean. That was never part of why he avoided the other man. It was all about the fact that he couldn’t let anyone know about his angelic ancestry, or of the existence of the supernatural in general. But this time, apparently, Dean was determined to spend time together without getting drunk and chasing after women. So Castiel just had to grin and bear it.
~*~
“And that’s why you should never get sex tips from people on the internet. Ever.”
Castiel was grinning at the end of the story, a chuckle escaping now and then. He hadn’t realised just how entertaining Dean could be when he put his mind to it.
“Did she forgive you?” He had to ask. Dean shrugged, grinning back easily.
“Not a clue. We left the next day, and she hadn’t given me her number, so…”
“So you never saw her again. Possibly a good thing.”
“Yeah, probably.”
The pair continued to watch the theatre patrons coming and going, and Castiel refrained from commenting on the state of the souls around them. He had the feeling that it might just raise a few more questions than he was comfortable answering.
Throughout the night, Castiel grew steadily twitchier. His wings were cramping up from being bound for so long, and he wanted to shed his loose clothes and fly. Unfortunately, doing so here would only end in hunters attacking and possibly killing him, so he refrained. Though Castiel had to wonder again why his family had insisted on sending him to a normal, human college. Probably Gabriel's idea of a joke.
Much to Castiel's consternation, Dean seemed to be picking up on his discomfort as the night progressed. Castiel tried to shake it off, but every other time Dean had been at least tipsy by this point, if not completely engrossed in catching a woman's interest. It was rather disconcerting to be the focus of Dean's attention for once.
“Look,” Dean finally spoke up, “you wanna just head back to the dorm? You seem kinda... jumpy.”
“I apologise,” Castiel tried to act normal. “I'm simply unused to such long conversations.”
“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “We haven't really hung out properly. But I want to know you better, you're pretty cool when you let yourself relax.”
“Thanks.”
The pair fell into step beside each other as they walked back to the dormitory, Castiel slowly relaxing again as he was able to shift his shoulders and back a little while walking. It wasn't ideal, but it would do until he managed to get away the next morning.
As he entered their room, Castiel was a little surprised by how much the place felt like home now. He missed his family, certainly, but somehow he had the feeling that if he went back to them, he'd miss having Dean around too.
“Hey, Cas...”
Castiel turned to look at Dean, and found himself stepping right up into Dean's personal space. It had never really bothered Castiel, though he knew that humans could get a little uptight about others being in such close proximity. He calmly watched as Dean squirmed a little, apparently trying to find the right words, and let his gaze pierce further. What he saw threw him a little - Dean's soul was reaching out to him, clearly wanting to be closer, and Castiel wondered whether Dean was trying to gain the courage to make a move on him.
Then Dean's eyes shuttered, and the human stepped back, something stopping him. Castiel let out a small growl of annoyance and decided to take the initiative instead. So he stepped forwards faster than Dean was moving away and leaned up a little, pressing his lips to Dean's briefly before turning and collecting the book he was currently reading.
Move made, he settled back on his bed and waited to see what Dean would do now.
~*~
Dean froze, his mind shutting down completely. Castiel had kissed him. Castiel, the gorgeous man who never showed an interest in anyone. The man who seemed to look right through him sometimes. The man with the most adorable puppy-dog eyes when they were trying to get others to buy drinks for them.
The man who'd been starring in Dean's fantasies ever since they'd moved in together, but who he'd resigned himself to never having.
Then, before Dean could re-adjust his view on the world and kiss back, Cas had retreated and was apparently going to act as though nothing had happened.
Screw that.
Dean surged forwards and plucked the book out of Castiel's hands, tossing it to one side. Before Cas could protest, Dean leaned forwards to give him a proper kiss, one that hopefully got across the idea that Dean was more than happy to see where this led.
Arms came up to encircle him, and Dean would have smiled if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. Castiel's grip was firm without being desperate, and Dean decided that he liked it.
“Cas,” he whispered against kiss-swollen lips, before trailing his own across the stubbled jaw he'd wanted to taste for weeks. He could feel Castiel responding, hands exploring and stroking Dean's back as he bared his throat. Dean felt a rush of power as he pressed tender kisses to the exposed flesh, and moved one hand from where it had been supporting him on the bed to caress Castiel's waist.
“Dean, wait,” Castiel spoke then, but not soon enough. For Dean could feel that his shirt was covering something, stretched over contours that shouldn't be there.
“What the hell?” Dean jerked back, confused. Castiel looked guilty and unsure, which didn't suit him in the slightest. “Cas, what's going on?”
For a moment, Dean didn't think that Castiel would answer him. Then the man sighed and looked down, shrugging out of his jacket at the same time. Dean could hardly believe what a difference it made, as he could now clearly tell that there was something on Castiel's back.
Castiel started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his pale chest, and Dean had to blink hard to concentrate. How was he meant to focus on possible deformity when he really, really wanted to bend forwards and lick his way across the firm skin. It wouldn't take much, he'd only have to lean down a little, he hadn't moved away that much...
When he heard Castiel's sharp intake of breath, Dean realised that his body had moved without his permission, and he was now breathing harshly over Castiel's (apparently quite sensitive) nipple. He let his tongue slip out momentarily to lick it, then pulled back again and took in the sight that Castiel's removed shirt had been hiding, only to have his brain shut down again.
There were wings.
Curled in and strapped to Castiel's back, yes, but they were feathered, dark grey wings. Castiel looked as though he was about two seconds from bolting, and Dean realised that he really didn't want that to happen. He wasn't as freaked out as he probably should be, more simply overwhelmed by the fact that there was a person with wings sitting on the bed in front of him.
“Huh,” Dean finally huffed, unable to think of something more detailed to say. So instead he reached out and gently ran his finger along the feathers, noting how Cas froze at the touch. “So this is what you've been hiding away under there.” He crawled forwards again, wrapping one arm around Cas' waist while the other hand continued to stroke the wings around the bindings.
“Dean...” Cas groaned, and Dean glanced up to see his eyes tightly closed. He was panting hard, and Dean smirked.
“You like having your wings touched, don't you?” Dean gloated, continuing to card his fingers through the feathers. “Wanna let them go? Let them spread out?”
Instead of responding verbally, Castiel quickly undid the buckles keeping his wings in place before slowly spreading them out. He let out a sigh of contentment as they stretched, outermost feathers reaching right up to the ceiling.
“Holy...” Dean muttered, looking up at the wings in awe and a little apprehension. They were really big, and looked strong too. Then Dean caught sight of Castiel's face, how unsure he looked, and that really didn't suit him. So he crawled forwards again and pressed his lips against Cas' in a gentle kiss, sliding his hands around the other man to stroke his back and wing-joints.
“It's okay,” Dean whispered into Castiel's ear, familiar with how to comfort a nervous bed-partner. “Damn, but you're so hot.”
It did the trick, along with his hands, and Castiel slowly relaxed beneath him. Dean gently pushed him down, then leaned back and stripped off his own shirts. When he then lay down with Cas, shifting him to the correct position on his side, he was able to press his bare chest to Castiel's. The other male seemed to appreciate it, if the way he pressed forward was any indication.
“Dean, touch me,” Castiel pleaded as his own hands grew bolder, skimming up Dean's side and along his back.
“It's okay Cas, I'm not going anywhere.” Dean's hand quickly found its way back to Castiel's wing joints, and they traded kisses while their hands explored. After a few minutes, Dean could feel Castiel getting hard in answer to his own erection, and he kissed Cas a little harder. He also trailed his hand down Castiel's spine and gently cupped his arse before shifting his hips a little, testing how far Cas was willing to go.
Castiel broke the kiss with a gasp even as he pressed himself firmly against Dean. When Dean opened his eyes to watch as they ground together, Castiel's own eyes were blown wide with lust, and it was one of the hottest things he'd seem in a long time.
“Cas... so fucking gorgeous,” Dean muttered, wrapping one leg around Castiel's hip for greater leverage. Cas seemed to get the message and grasped Dean closer, so that they were pressed as close together as was possible, rutting against each other in a frantic search for release. They were too preoccupied to think about undressing and going all the way, but Dean was perfectly content to stay like this forever.
“Dean, I need...” Cas sounded desperate, and Dean remembered that the winged man had never had a lover before. The fact that he was giving his first time to him made Dean feel warm all over, and he gently caressed Castiel's back for a moment.
“I know baby,” Dean leaned in again and started kissing along Cas' neck again, even as the shorter male tangled their legs together more completely. They were both close, so close.
Then Castiel froze, eyes flying wide open as a broken sound left his mouth. His hips jerked a couple of times, and Dean knew that he was coming. With just a few more presses against Cas, Dean followed him over the edge, face buried in Castiel's neck.
They lay tangled together as they came down from the high, and Dean found that he didn't want to move. He knew he should - the come in their pants was bound to be uncomfortable by morning, but he just couldn't tear himself away from the content, blissed-out look on Cas' face. So he held the winged man closer and closed his eyes, figuring that there would be plenty of time to worry in the morning.
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