SPN: Mistakes We Make 02
Summary: All-human AU. From the ages of 10 - 15, Dean and Castiel were inseparable. Then Dean's dad died, and rather than lose his brother to CPS, Dean took him and ran. Years later, Castiel's big brother Gabriel finds Dean working as a prostitute, and decides to try and help him - but does Dean want to be saved?
Chapter Rating: MA
A/N: Some Cas/Dean puppy-love in this one. Also underage… situations. Not intercourse, but they’re teenagers.
-MWM-
It quickly grew into a routine - every Friday, Castiel and Dean would go home with one family, then part at some point on either Saturday or Sunday. Sometimes Gabriel would come over with Castiel, having struck up an antagonistic friendship with Dean - either they were great friends or worst enemies, it tended to change from minute to minute.
John had now met Lucian a few times, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that the kid was bad news. He seemed to be doing a decent job of bringing up his siblings, but even though he was highly charismatic, there was something about him that John didn’t like. Possibly it was the way he rarely looked at Castiel, seeming to favour Gabriel over their littlest brother. Possibly it was that Gabriel had told him Lucian and Michael fought a lot when the eldest was at home. John wasn’t sure, he just didn’t like him.
For all that though, Dean and Castiel had become inseparable. It was a fairly common thing to see Dean dragging Castiel around by the hand, the two of them off on some grand adventure that made no sense to the adults around them. It was always trouble when Sam and Gabriel were added to the mix as well, but John found he didn’t mind so much. His sons were having fun, and interacting with other kids. All was right in his world.
-MWM-
Years passed in the comfortable routine - or not so comfortable when Gabriel’s pranks were added to the mix - and soon enough Dean and Castiel were starting middle school. They didn’t see each other quite so much during the day now, having some different classes, but the way they saw it, they now had more to talk about when they were together.
They made it halfway through the school year before things really started to change. It was the weekend after Dean’s fourteenth birthday, and the two were sitting in Dean’s back yard, close together for the warmth. Sam had a bad cold and was stuck inside, and with his temper it was hard to stay with him. So the friends had retreated while John took care of his youngest.
“I hate it when he’s sick,” Dean muttered, kicking at the ground a little. “Makes me wanna punch something, but there’s nothing to punch.”
Castiel grinned a little at that. He knew what Dean meant - he always did - but said nothing. He’d been on the receiving end of that attitude many times in his life, with Gabriel being so protective. There was also the fact that he often felt the same way about Dean. Despite still being shorter, Castiel was a few months older, and was protective in his own way.
“And then he says something stupid, so I wanna punch him, but I’m not gonna ‘cause he’s just a kid, and he’s sick, and it wouldn’t’ be a fair fight.”
Castiel rolled his eyes. Dean caught the look and scowled for a moment, then grinned back.
“Yeah, okay, so I don’t really care about whether a fight’s fair or not. I just hate seeing Sammy helpless.”
“Dean?”
“Yeah, Cas?”
“Shut up.”
With that, Castiel leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to Dean’s. The younger boy froze, blinking, not entirely sure of what was going on. After a few seconds, Castiel pulled back and raised an eyebrow.
“Wha… Cas?”
“Yes?”
“Dude, you just… kissed me!”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to.”
“Oh.” Dean blinked again. This was new. It wasn’t that he was particularly against gay people or anything, it was just that he’d never thought about Cas in that way before. He looked up, to see Cas just looking back, waiting. “Um… do you want to do it again?”
Cas grinned back and leaned in again. This time Dean closed his eyes properly, and tried kissing back. It was a little awkward, since neither of them really knew what they were doing beyond ‘feels nice’, but it didn’t really matter.
This time when they pulled apart, Dean was silent for a few seconds as he actually thought about what had happened. It was a rare enough occurrence that Castiel didn’t interrupt it, just waited for Dean to finish thinking.
“So… does this mean we’re… boyfriends now?” Dean asked, confused. Castiel let out a small laugh.
“Maybe. Do you want to be?”
“I, uh… I don’t know. This… we…”
“Then we’re friends still. Just, friends who kiss now and then.”
“Okay,” Dean nodded. That sounded like something he could deal with. “Is that what they call ‘friends with benefits’?”
“Something like that,” Castiel had a wide grin on his face, the one that meant Dean had said something amusing without realising what it was. Dean shrugged internally, then leaned in to initiate another kiss. He thought he might like to be a friend with benefits for Cas.
-MWM-
Even if they sometimes kissed, not much else changed for Dean and Castiel for quite a while. Sometimes Dean caught Gabriel giving them odd looks, and he thought that the older boy might know what they were doing, but Castiel didn’t seem worried. When Dean asked him about it, Castiel shrugged.
“Given that I found some vintage Muscle magazines under his mattress, I don’t think he’s that against it. Probably just worried ‘cause we’re still kids to him.”
“…Why were you looking under his mattress, Cas?”
“He was at a camp, it was late, I was craving sugar…”
“Ah, gotcha.”
Gabriel’s sweet tooth was legendary - he seemed to exist solely on candy bars and highly sugary treats, despite his older brothers’ best efforts. As a result of the disapproval, he had several secret stashes of candy in his room - and Dean was willing to bet that Cas knew about every single one. He was sneaky like that.
-MWM-
Dean lay back on his bed, arms loosely wrapped around Castiel. His best friend was lying on top of him, kissing him hard and slowly rubbing their hips together. Both were feeling apprehensive, Castiel and his family were going away for a couple of weeks. Something to do with Lucian’s boss needing an assistant on a business trip, and since Michael was currently on a tour of duty, the younger brothers were going with Lucian. It didn’t seem to matter that Gabriel was eighteen, and Cas was fifteen - Lucian wanted them both with him. Gabriel was more than happy to go along, since it meant getting to see New York with someone else paying, but Cas would rather have stayed at home. It was going to be the longest that he and Dean had been separated since they were ten.
Groaning into the kiss, Dean raised on hand to run it through Cas’ hair. He loved messing it up even further than it usually was, and the retaliation was always worth it. Indeed, Cas let out a growl and gave a sharp thrust of his hips.
The boys had moved on from innocent kisses some time ago. Once hormones had properly kicked in, they were eager to go further, though both had different approaches. Dean was more hands-on, experimenting with what would make them both feel good. Castiel believed in research - which made them both glad that apparently Gabriel was open to either gender, since most of what Cas learned, he’d read from the magazines he swiped from his brother.
Castiel insinuated a hand between them, slowly undoing Dean’s jeans before starting on his own. Dean bucked up into the contact, already eager for what he knew was going to happen.
The first time Cas had given him a hand-job had been awkward, but it felt amazing - given that he hadn’t started masturbating yet, he’d been shocked at how good it felt. He’d been happy to return the favour, but always felt that Cas’ hands were superior to his own.
Dean whined at a brief loss of contact as Cas leaned up a little, earning a chuckle.
“Shh, don’t want your father coming in, do you?”
“Cas, please, need-”
“I know.” With that, Castiel managed to pull them both out of their underwear and leaned down again. He swallowed down Dean’s moan at the new contact, biting a little at Dean’s lips to contain his own noise of satisfaction. This was something they hadn’t tried before, but he’d read about it on the internet.
Leaning up a little again, he wrapped his hand around both of them at once. He quickly kissed Dean to muffle the sounds he was making. Even though he knew that John liked him, Cas really didn’t want the ex-Marine catching them like this. It would not end well.
Once he was sure that he had control again, Cas started moving his hand, stroking them both simultaneously. Dean groaned underneath him, then moved one of his own hands to join Cas’. It was better than anything Dean had felt so far - certainly better than when it was just his own hand.
Their inexperience in general, coupled with the new sensations, meant that it wasn’t long before they both tensed up, desperately trying to contain any noise as they came all over their joint hands and stomachs. Castiel managed to move to one side before losing control of his limbs, and the two lay panting for a few minutes.
Soon enough, Castiel sat up again and set about cleaning himself up. Dean just continued to lie on the bed, pouting at his friend. Cas looked over, then laughed.
“Dean, I have to go. Lucian’s going to be mad enough as is - I wasn’t supposed to come here, you know that.”
“Why doesn’t he like us hanging out any more?” Dean glared at his wall. “He used to be fine with it.”
“I think he may have guessed what we get up to behind closed doors,” Castiel shrugged, as though it didn’t matter to him in the slightest.
“So, he doesn’t like gay people?” Dean kept up the glare. “Someone should tell him about Gabriel, then.”
“I don’t think it’s that. It’s more that he doesn’t like seeing me happy.”
“What?” Dean sat up at that, looking furious. “What the hell is his problem? I should punch his face in.”
“Wouldn’t do much good, he’d just shoot you,” Castiel pointed out calmly. “He still thinks it’s my fault that Mom died and Dad left. Always has, always will. He put up with us being friends because Gabriel liked you too, and he couldn’t object to one brother being friends with you while letting the other. But since it’s not Gabriel sucking you off…”
Dean groaned at the mental image. While they’d only actually exchanged blowjobs once so far, the sight of Castiel on his knees before him was ingrained into his mind as one of the hottest things he’d seen. Cas seemed to know exactly what he was picturing, and leaned in for a quick, fierce kiss.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” he whispered, nuzzling into Dean’s neck. “And then we can try something new.”
With that, Cas quickly walked out the door, and Dean fell back on the bed.
He didn’t realise that he wouldn’t see Castiel again for nearly ten years.
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Chapter Rating: MA
A/N: Some Cas/Dean puppy-love in this one. Also underage… situations. Not intercourse, but they’re teenagers.
-MWM-
It quickly grew into a routine - every Friday, Castiel and Dean would go home with one family, then part at some point on either Saturday or Sunday. Sometimes Gabriel would come over with Castiel, having struck up an antagonistic friendship with Dean - either they were great friends or worst enemies, it tended to change from minute to minute.
John had now met Lucian a few times, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that the kid was bad news. He seemed to be doing a decent job of bringing up his siblings, but even though he was highly charismatic, there was something about him that John didn’t like. Possibly it was the way he rarely looked at Castiel, seeming to favour Gabriel over their littlest brother. Possibly it was that Gabriel had told him Lucian and Michael fought a lot when the eldest was at home. John wasn’t sure, he just didn’t like him.
For all that though, Dean and Castiel had become inseparable. It was a fairly common thing to see Dean dragging Castiel around by the hand, the two of them off on some grand adventure that made no sense to the adults around them. It was always trouble when Sam and Gabriel were added to the mix as well, but John found he didn’t mind so much. His sons were having fun, and interacting with other kids. All was right in his world.
-MWM-
Years passed in the comfortable routine - or not so comfortable when Gabriel’s pranks were added to the mix - and soon enough Dean and Castiel were starting middle school. They didn’t see each other quite so much during the day now, having some different classes, but the way they saw it, they now had more to talk about when they were together.
They made it halfway through the school year before things really started to change. It was the weekend after Dean’s fourteenth birthday, and the two were sitting in Dean’s back yard, close together for the warmth. Sam had a bad cold and was stuck inside, and with his temper it was hard to stay with him. So the friends had retreated while John took care of his youngest.
“I hate it when he’s sick,” Dean muttered, kicking at the ground a little. “Makes me wanna punch something, but there’s nothing to punch.”
Castiel grinned a little at that. He knew what Dean meant - he always did - but said nothing. He’d been on the receiving end of that attitude many times in his life, with Gabriel being so protective. There was also the fact that he often felt the same way about Dean. Despite still being shorter, Castiel was a few months older, and was protective in his own way.
“And then he says something stupid, so I wanna punch him, but I’m not gonna ‘cause he’s just a kid, and he’s sick, and it wouldn’t’ be a fair fight.”
Castiel rolled his eyes. Dean caught the look and scowled for a moment, then grinned back.
“Yeah, okay, so I don’t really care about whether a fight’s fair or not. I just hate seeing Sammy helpless.”
“Dean?”
“Yeah, Cas?”
“Shut up.”
With that, Castiel leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to Dean’s. The younger boy froze, blinking, not entirely sure of what was going on. After a few seconds, Castiel pulled back and raised an eyebrow.
“Wha… Cas?”
“Yes?”
“Dude, you just… kissed me!”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to.”
“Oh.” Dean blinked again. This was new. It wasn’t that he was particularly against gay people or anything, it was just that he’d never thought about Cas in that way before. He looked up, to see Cas just looking back, waiting. “Um… do you want to do it again?”
Cas grinned back and leaned in again. This time Dean closed his eyes properly, and tried kissing back. It was a little awkward, since neither of them really knew what they were doing beyond ‘feels nice’, but it didn’t really matter.
This time when they pulled apart, Dean was silent for a few seconds as he actually thought about what had happened. It was a rare enough occurrence that Castiel didn’t interrupt it, just waited for Dean to finish thinking.
“So… does this mean we’re… boyfriends now?” Dean asked, confused. Castiel let out a small laugh.
“Maybe. Do you want to be?”
“I, uh… I don’t know. This… we…”
“Then we’re friends still. Just, friends who kiss now and then.”
“Okay,” Dean nodded. That sounded like something he could deal with. “Is that what they call ‘friends with benefits’?”
“Something like that,” Castiel had a wide grin on his face, the one that meant Dean had said something amusing without realising what it was. Dean shrugged internally, then leaned in to initiate another kiss. He thought he might like to be a friend with benefits for Cas.
-MWM-
Even if they sometimes kissed, not much else changed for Dean and Castiel for quite a while. Sometimes Dean caught Gabriel giving them odd looks, and he thought that the older boy might know what they were doing, but Castiel didn’t seem worried. When Dean asked him about it, Castiel shrugged.
“Given that I found some vintage Muscle magazines under his mattress, I don’t think he’s that against it. Probably just worried ‘cause we’re still kids to him.”
“…Why were you looking under his mattress, Cas?”
“He was at a camp, it was late, I was craving sugar…”
“Ah, gotcha.”
Gabriel’s sweet tooth was legendary - he seemed to exist solely on candy bars and highly sugary treats, despite his older brothers’ best efforts. As a result of the disapproval, he had several secret stashes of candy in his room - and Dean was willing to bet that Cas knew about every single one. He was sneaky like that.
-MWM-
Dean lay back on his bed, arms loosely wrapped around Castiel. His best friend was lying on top of him, kissing him hard and slowly rubbing their hips together. Both were feeling apprehensive, Castiel and his family were going away for a couple of weeks. Something to do with Lucian’s boss needing an assistant on a business trip, and since Michael was currently on a tour of duty, the younger brothers were going with Lucian. It didn’t seem to matter that Gabriel was eighteen, and Cas was fifteen - Lucian wanted them both with him. Gabriel was more than happy to go along, since it meant getting to see New York with someone else paying, but Cas would rather have stayed at home. It was going to be the longest that he and Dean had been separated since they were ten.
Groaning into the kiss, Dean raised on hand to run it through Cas’ hair. He loved messing it up even further than it usually was, and the retaliation was always worth it. Indeed, Cas let out a growl and gave a sharp thrust of his hips.
The boys had moved on from innocent kisses some time ago. Once hormones had properly kicked in, they were eager to go further, though both had different approaches. Dean was more hands-on, experimenting with what would make them both feel good. Castiel believed in research - which made them both glad that apparently Gabriel was open to either gender, since most of what Cas learned, he’d read from the magazines he swiped from his brother.
Castiel insinuated a hand between them, slowly undoing Dean’s jeans before starting on his own. Dean bucked up into the contact, already eager for what he knew was going to happen.
The first time Cas had given him a hand-job had been awkward, but it felt amazing - given that he hadn’t started masturbating yet, he’d been shocked at how good it felt. He’d been happy to return the favour, but always felt that Cas’ hands were superior to his own.
Dean whined at a brief loss of contact as Cas leaned up a little, earning a chuckle.
“Shh, don’t want your father coming in, do you?”
“Cas, please, need-”
“I know.” With that, Castiel managed to pull them both out of their underwear and leaned down again. He swallowed down Dean’s moan at the new contact, biting a little at Dean’s lips to contain his own noise of satisfaction. This was something they hadn’t tried before, but he’d read about it on the internet.
Leaning up a little again, he wrapped his hand around both of them at once. He quickly kissed Dean to muffle the sounds he was making. Even though he knew that John liked him, Cas really didn’t want the ex-Marine catching them like this. It would not end well.
Once he was sure that he had control again, Cas started moving his hand, stroking them both simultaneously. Dean groaned underneath him, then moved one of his own hands to join Cas’. It was better than anything Dean had felt so far - certainly better than when it was just his own hand.
Their inexperience in general, coupled with the new sensations, meant that it wasn’t long before they both tensed up, desperately trying to contain any noise as they came all over their joint hands and stomachs. Castiel managed to move to one side before losing control of his limbs, and the two lay panting for a few minutes.
Soon enough, Castiel sat up again and set about cleaning himself up. Dean just continued to lie on the bed, pouting at his friend. Cas looked over, then laughed.
“Dean, I have to go. Lucian’s going to be mad enough as is - I wasn’t supposed to come here, you know that.”
“Why doesn’t he like us hanging out any more?” Dean glared at his wall. “He used to be fine with it.”
“I think he may have guessed what we get up to behind closed doors,” Castiel shrugged, as though it didn’t matter to him in the slightest.
“So, he doesn’t like gay people?” Dean kept up the glare. “Someone should tell him about Gabriel, then.”
“I don’t think it’s that. It’s more that he doesn’t like seeing me happy.”
“What?” Dean sat up at that, looking furious. “What the hell is his problem? I should punch his face in.”
“Wouldn’t do much good, he’d just shoot you,” Castiel pointed out calmly. “He still thinks it’s my fault that Mom died and Dad left. Always has, always will. He put up with us being friends because Gabriel liked you too, and he couldn’t object to one brother being friends with you while letting the other. But since it’s not Gabriel sucking you off…”
Dean groaned at the mental image. While they’d only actually exchanged blowjobs once so far, the sight of Castiel on his knees before him was ingrained into his mind as one of the hottest things he’d seen. Cas seemed to know exactly what he was picturing, and leaned in for a quick, fierce kiss.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” he whispered, nuzzling into Dean’s neck. “And then we can try something new.”
With that, Cas quickly walked out the door, and Dean fell back on the bed.
He didn’t realise that he wouldn’t see Castiel again for nearly ten years.
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