Always with you - Chapter 10
Title: Always with you
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural AU/Romance
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Chuck/Becky, Sam/Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 46400
Warnings: some angst, mentions of violence, implied character death (disappearance)
Previous chapter: Chapter 9
Chapter ten - Love you like a love song
Once Castiel arrived at the Shurley Estate, the first item on his to do list was to check out the HallowInn’s website. The place looked great, the interior of it just as western-y as the outside, and when he read that it provided free fodder for the horses the guests arrived on, he knew that he found the perfect place to take Dean out to. Quickly he showered, and changed. Then it occurred to him that he didn’t tell Dean they would go on horseback, but he didn’t have to worry about that: Soon Dean knocked on the door of his room, wearing boots, light blue jeans and a green, plaid flannel button-down shirt.
“Hello, Dean.” Castiel smiled, and captured his lover’s lips in a gentle kiss. That small touch alone was enough to make his blood boil, and suddenly the idea of going out didn’t seem that alluring, but when they parted, he noticed how excited Dean looked.
“So, where are we going?” He asked, eyes shining brightly with undisguised happiness.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. We’re going on horseback though.”
“Okay, now I’m really intrigued.”
“I hope you’ll like it. Come on now, let’s go.” Castiel grabbed Dean’s hand, and began pulling him towards the stable.
“Maybe you should take Fiamma or Honeyblossom tonight,” Dean advised. “Gigette seemed to favor her left hind leg this morning, so it would be better if she could rest, she’s done a lot of work lately anyway. I know you’re used to her, but she’s not that fit anymore.”
“I know. I’ll take Honeyblossom; she seems to be a little calmer.” Castiel said. His initial fear of horses was long gone, but he was still a little cautious when it came to them.
“She hasn’t been out in a while… I’m sure she’ll be thrilled,” Dean smiled. They harnessed the horses, and soon they were on the road, with Castiel leading the way. Dean stared transfixed at his lover’s ass, so hypnotized by the rhythmic movements it made that he didn’t even watch where they were going, and he only looked away when Castiel stopped.
“We’re here,” Castiel announced, pointing at the HallowInn. There was a horse, tied to the pole in front of the building, and tunes of classic rock were blasting through the open windows.
“I haven’t even seen this place before,” Dean said, and quickly he got off of Crystal’s back. “I have been living in this town for more than a decade now, and I’ve never been here. How did you find this?”
“I was driving past it this afternoon on my way to the furniture store, and I thought you’d like it.”
“So far I love it. Can we go in now?” Dean sounded - and looked - like an impatient, eager child in front of an open candy store with three months worth of allowance in his pockets, and that comparison made Castiel chuckle. He dismounted from Honeyblossom’s back, and tied the reins to the horse post.
“Let’s go.”
The place was filled, but not crowded. For now, Nirvana’s “Smells like teen spirit” was playing from speakers, but members of a band were preparing the little stage in the corner of the bar for a concert. The waiters and waitresses were wearing cowboy boots, jeans and flannel shirts in different colors, with a little rainbow badge on them. The moment Dean noticed those badges, he knew what they stood for. Without thinking, he reached out for Castiel’s hand, and took it into his. One of the waitresses winked at them, and after they sat down to one of the free tables, she flitted there.
“Welcome to HallowInn, my name is Jamie, and it looks like I’ll be your waitress,” she greeted them with a bright, honest smile, “What can I get you?”
“A beer, and… Cas?” Dean looked at his lover questioningly.
“I’ll have a beer too, thanks.”
“Comin’ right up!” She winked, and walked back to the counter. Soon she returned with two bottles of beer on her tray. “I almost forgot to ask, did you by any chance arrive on horseback?”
“Yes, we did,” Castiel nodded, and Jamie scribbled something onto her notepad before she left again.
“What was that about?” Dean asked.
“They are providing free food for the horses of the guests.” Castiel gave small shrug, and took a sip of his beer. “I guess with the horse ranches and estates this near, it’s good for advertising purposes.”
“Yeah, probably.” Dean clinked his bottle against Castiel’s, before tasting the beverage. “Good beer.”
Six more bottles were emptied between the two of them on that evening, and both of them were pleasantly buzzed from the alcohol, more than a little tipsy but not drunk. It was barely midnight when Dean suggested going home and Castiel agreed eagerly. The whole time they’d spent in the HallowInn, sparks of excitement had been flying between them, and with the intake of beer the sensation just intensified.
When they exited the bar, they were greeted by cool, slowly drizzling rain. Castiel shivered when the first drop of water touched his skin. He looked at Dean, who seemed to be a lot happier about the change in the weather than Castiel was: He had turned his face towards the sky, and stood still for a few moments, trying to soak in the freshness of the rain.
“Who’s the frog now?” Castiel muttered, and Dean stuck out his tongue at him before climbing onto Crystal’s back. They began ambling towards the Shurley Estate, nudging the horses into a trot after a few minutes. When they reached the edge of the town, an idea struck Dean.
“Hey, Cas! Stop!” He called out after his lover, and without waiting, he jumped off his horse’s back.
“What’s up?” Castiel turned around, looking back at Dean questioningly. “What are you doing? It’s raining, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“I know. But I wanna dance with you.”
“Dance. Dean, what are you, a 16 years old girl in love?” Castiel laughed.
“No, but I really want to dance with you.”
“Right now? In the rain? Here, in the middle of the road?”
“Exactly!” Dean grinned, walked up to Castiel, and pulled him down to him. “I’m gonna make it worth for you, believe me.” He said with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.
“You mean, worth the hell of a cold we’re going to get after this?”
“C’mon, it’s still pretty warm, and the rain’s not that cold either,” Dean answered, unsaid plea in his eyes.
“This is not Dirty Dancing, and I’m no Patrick Swayze either.”
“Oh, that’s alright, I was thinking more along the lines of you being Jennifer Grey anyway,” Dean teased with a cheeky smirk on his face.
“Thanks a lot, really.” Castiel rolled his eyes. “Okay, but you have to take care of me if I get sick because of you.” Finally he gave in. He just couldn’t say no to Dean when he looked at him like that. His reward was a fierce kiss, immediately warming him up.
“You weren’t this worried the other night at the pond,” Dean reminded him.
“That was then. Now… it is now,” Castiel said, and Dean couldn’t argue with that logic. Instead of that he leaned forward.
“You’re so hot…” he whispered into Castiel’s ear, pulling his hips close to his own and grinding into his lover’s body before completely releasing him. Quickly they tied the horses to a nearby tree, and Dean grabbed Castiel’s hands. He placed one of them onto his shoulder, and he held onto the other one.
“Of course I’m the girl.” Castiel complained, but Dean made him silent by pressing two fingers against his lover’s full lips.
“Shh, I’m sure you’re going to love being the girl,” he grinned, and before Castiel could have answered, he wrapped one of his arms around the smaller man, and made him sway by bending him backwards. Castiel threw his head back, baring his neck almost like an offering, and Dean accepted it without thinking, gently biting and licking at the soft skin there. Castiel moaned softly, and he pressed his chest flat against Dean’s, seeking friction and warmth. Water was running down in rivulets on their bodies, making their clothes stick to their skin. Dean held Castiel close to him, and while he continued drawing a hickey onto Castiel’s pale neck with his teeth, he pulled him forwards, and then pushed him backwards until Castiel finally caught up with the program, and started following Dean’s steps in an impromptu, clumsy yet erotic lambada, hips rolling together. The rain got heavier, and just a little colder with every second. Water matted the hair onto their heads, and Dean had to reach out and wipe the wet bangs from Castiel’s face in order of being able to look into his lover’s huge blue eyes. Tiny drops of water sat on long, dark lashes, and Dean leaned forward to kiss them away. Slowly he let his hands slide down Castiel’s back, finally resting on his ass, pulling him closer still. Dean’s breath hitched as he felt Castiel’s erection press against his, and he had to push his lover away a little to get some air into his lungs.
“I’ve always wanted to make out in the rain with someone,” he confessed, and buried his head in Castiel’s neck, breathing in the scent of summer rain and something uniquely Castiel.
“Next time, use the word make-out instead of dance, and maybe it won’t be this hard to convince me,” Castiel grinned.
“So, you think it was hard to convince you? It was a piece of cake. I know you can’t say no to me, not when I really want you to say yes.”
“Maybe you’re right about that. Let’s see if it works the other way too. Can we please go home now? I’m a little cold, and I’d really love to get you out of those wet clothes.”
“Yeah, angel, let’s go home.”
The ride home was probably the most uncomfortable one they have ever had. The rain got freezing cold by the time they reached the estate’s gate, and the wind getting stronger wasn’t really helping either. Dean knew he was going to feel bad about not scrubbing the horses down, but lust was still cruising in his veins, making his blood boil, so he just threw blankets over the horses, and he led Castiel home. As soon as they were inside Dean’s house, Castiel started undressing his lover.
“Eager much?”
“You can’t even imagine,” Castiel hissed, and with a few swift movements he opened Dean’s shirt, fingers grazing against dark brown nipples. He let his hands roam over tanned, velvety skin as he pushed the offending garment off of Dean’s shoulders, and hungrily kissed him again, pressing his body against his lover’s.
“Not here,” Dean growled, and he began pushing Castiel towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. Trying to walk without having to part was nearly impossible though, and after a while Dean ran out of patience. With a small, annoyed huff he picked Castiel up, and carried him up the stairs. “Don’t get used to this,” he added as an afterthought, and bit down on Castiel’s neck a little harder than necessary. He sat down onto his bed, with his lover in his lap. Slowly, he slipped his hands under Castiel’s shirt, craving more skin contact. They began moving together, following the quickening beat of their hearts. The kisses were becoming longer and longer, moans breathier, gasps louder as they rocked their hips together. The scent of Castiel was driving Dean crazy with lust and want. Eagerly, he pulled Castiel’s shirt off, and with one hand he caressed his lover’s chest while the other slowly inched its way towards his ass.
“More,” Castiel demanded, throwing his head back.
“We’ll get to that, angel, don’t worry.” Dean answered, and teasingly, he bit Castiel’s earlobe. As retaliation, Castiel pinched one of Dean’s nipples. “That was uncalled for!” Dean exclaimed with just a hint of annoyance. He turned around, and threw his lover onto the bed. Castiel let out a surprised gasp, and he wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist, hands splayed on the small of his back, pulling him down to him. Dean went obediently, lying down next to Castiel, and he began kissing his lover’s face, his closed eyes, his nose, and his cheeks, followed the strong line of his jaw, then returned to his lips, only to swallow the moan rising from Castiel’s throat. He slid his hand slowly down on Castiel’s body, finally reaching his cock. Even through two layers of clothing it reacted immediately to Dean’s touch, and Castiel lifted his hips, trying to get more contact. Instead of lingering there, Dean decided to venture back upwards, and he leaned down to lick one of his nipples, tongue playfully swirling around the small nub. Castiel let out a loud hiss and he wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist, eagerly rocking against his body.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Castiel inquired, sounding surprisingly calm.
“Of course. Think about what a way to go this is,” Dean laughed, but his actions disproved his words: He unbuckled Castiel’s belt, opened his zipper and pulled the pants off of him, along with his underwear. Finally naked, Castiel decided he spent just enough time on his back, and he pushed at Dean, until it was him lying on his back. With a predatory grin, he evened the score on the clothes-front, and covered Dean’s body with his own, sensuously rubbing against him. His hands were roaming all over Dean, the touches sometimes almost bruising, sometimes barely even there. He heard the soft pop of a bottle being opened, and he knew what was going to happen, but still he gasped when he felt a slick finger brush against his most hidden spot. Just a second later, he found himself on his back again, Dean leaning over him with a hungry look on his face.
Reaching down Castiel gave Dean’s erection a few gentle caresses, before he took him into his hand, and began moving it in earnest. The angle was a little uncomfortable, but he tried his best, and apparently it was working, at least judging by Dean’s loud panting. Castiel cried out when he felt Dean’s hand encircle his cock. The situation of having Dean all over and inside him was almost too much, and his body arched off the bed, hands fisted into the sheets.
“Dean!” He keened, and spread his legs to give Dean better access.
“I’m here, Cas. I’m here, I got you, angel,” Dean whispered, and he leaned down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, his hand still dancing over his lover’s cock. Castiel moaned into Dean’s mouth, and for the shortest moment he blacked out when his orgasm hit him. He didn’t even notice when Dean slowly slid inside him, but he copied the rhythm of his thrusts. Trying to embrace Dean even deeper he wrapped his legs around Dean’s back. Their gazes met, and the heat in Dean’s eyes made Castiel shiver. He reached out to take his lover’s hands into his, and Dean pinned them to either side of Castiel’s head, entwining their fingers as he thrusted into him. It was sensual, slow and gentle at first, but after a while it just wasn’t enough.
“Dean, I’m… not going to break. Come on,” Castiel urged his lover, and Dean obeyed. Soon both men were panting loudly, bodies glistening with sweat. Dean took Castiel’s erection into his hand for the second time, jerking him in sync with his thrusts.
“Cas!” He cried out as he came, and the sight of the rapture on Dean’s face was enough to push Castiel over the top too.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, Dean collapsed onto the bed, and halfway onto Castiel. Trying to catch their breaths seemed to be a harder task than it had ever been before, and long minutes passed before either of them was capable of making even the smallest movement.
“That was… wow.” Castiel murmured.
“Yeah. It was amazing,” Dean nodded, and kissed Castiel’s chest. With a grunt he reached for the package of wet wipes he had left on the floor next to the bed before he left to pick Castiel up, and he cleaned them both up as good as he could without having to really move.
“I have a terrible suspicion.” Castiel began seriously. “Either you keep that stuff always in your reach, or… you planned this whole thing. You were planning to get me laid, weren’t you?” He tried to keep the façade of the mock-anger up, but it didn’t work out that well, and soon he was chuckling.
“I was hoping we would end up here, like this, yeah. But you were seducing me, and not the other way around. The movement of your hips was driving me mad the whole night! Do you even know how hard it is to ride a horse with a constant hard-on?”
“Yeah, I know. I got to experience that sensation on the way back after you molested me on the road,” Castiel pouted.
“Molested you? MOLESTED YOU? Okay, I may have molested you,” Dean admitted sleepily, and he pulled out an extra blanket from under his pillows, covering them both with it. With a small sigh he curled up against Castiel’s side, and closed his eyes. Castiel began caressing his lover’s hair, and when Dean’s breathing evened out, he shifted slightly so he could bury his face into the pillows, and fell asleep.
~.~.~.~.~.~Dean stretched in bed, yawning loudly. He rubbed his eyes, and turned around to face his lover, who was still asleep next to him, excessively
pouting in his dream. Dean watched him for a while, trying to burn his sight deep into his brain, to remember the moment forever. Smiling, he brushed a lock of dark hair out of Castiel’s face, and then leaned down to kiss that pouty, tempting mouth. Castiel parted his lips instinctively, allowing access for Dean’s tongue to caress his. Dean felt like he could get addicted to kissing Castiel, and even though the thought scared him a little, he didn’t let go of him, not for a second. He closed his eyes, relishing in his lover’s closeness, and by the time he opened them again, two bright blue eyes were looking back at him, still a little clouded with sleep.
“Hello, Dean,” he whispered, then leaned forward, and kissed the tip of Dean’s nose.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, I did. Your bed is very comfortable.”
“Well then, I am happy to inform you that you’re welcome in it as often as you’d like to, though not always for sleeping,” Dean answered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh, okay,” Castiel nodded, and claimed his lover’s mouth in a chaste kiss. After they parted, Dean threw back the covers, intent on getting out of bed, but Castiel stopped him. “Dean, it’s raining.”
“What?”
“It’s still raining. Look outside. You can’t let the horses out in this weather now, can you?”
“Nope, not really.” Dean answered after he ascertained that it was in fact raining.
“And you don’t have anywhere else to be, right?” Castiel asked, and by then Dean could see clearly what Castiel was playing at, so he shook his head.
“I may have asked Becky to call in Andy to replace me for today anyway…” He admitted with a shy smile.
“Sneaky… sneaky,” Castiel grinned, and with a quick move he disappeared under the covers, hungrily kissing his way down Dean’s torso. Dean moaned, trying to push his body closer and closer to Castiel’s, but he held him still, keeping him in place. He flicked his tongue against one of Dean’s nipples, and Dean hissed loudly, grabbing a fistful of Castiel’s hair, just to keep him there, but Castiel had apparently other ideas. After a few teasing licks and bites he continued his way downwards on Dean’s body, dipping his tongue into his navel for a couple of times before finally reaching his cock. First he gave it a few gentle, almost experimental tugs, before taking it into his mouth. Dean’s hips snapped forward on their own, forcing Castiel to take more and more, but the man wasn’t complaining, or pulling off, so Dean reached down with both hands to caress and tickle as much of Castiel as possible. Dean loved being on the receiving end of a blowjob, but it always felt a little one-sided to him. He poked Castiel’s shoulder.
“Turn around, angel.” Castiel lifted his head, but didn’t pull off completely, and he peeked up at Dean questioningly from under the covers, with Dean’s erection still in his mouth. The sight alone was almost enough to make Dean come, but that wasn’t what he wanted, not this time.
“C’mon Cas, turn around. Let me take care of you.” Realization slowly dawned in Castiel’s eyes, and he turned around, aligning his hips with Dean’s face.
“I have never done this before,” Castiel admitted softly.
“I’ve only ever done it with girls… well, with one girl to be exact. But I’m sure that’s not something you wanted to know.” Dean bit his lower lip, hanging his head in slight shame. He waited for Castiel to say something, but his answer was completely non-verbal: He took Dean back into his mouth, and continued to pleasure him. He didn’t tell Dean about the flare of jealousy he felt when Dean mentioned having done something like this before, but he was sure Dean knew anyway. His intent to rewrite and replace every memory of said event with something better also went unsaid.
Dean knew mentioning a past relationship wasn’t the brightest of his ideas, but he couldn’t change that, so he tried to apologize in the best way he could: With touches. Lifting his head he grazed his teeth against Castiel’s hipbones, making him tremble, then he soothed the pain with small, kitten-like laps. His hands were roaming over the small of Castiel’s back, his ass, the inner side of his thighs. Suddenly, Castiel pulled off. At first he was just chuckling, which then transformed into a rather unmanly giggle, and when Dean ran his hands over Castiel’s thighs again, it became a fully blown laugh.
“Sorry, I’m… I’m ticklish.” Castiel gritted out, trying to contain his laughter, but Dean did nothing to make it easy on him. He kept caressing the milky pale skin, sending his lover into one laughing fit after the other. He was laughing so hard that he forgot to even attempt getting away from Dean. “Stop, Dean, please, it’s too much. I can’t…”
“Anything you wish,” Dean grinned, and finally he stopped tickling him.
“You are evil,” Castiel muttered, and sat down next to Dean with his legs crossed.
“Are you ticklish anywhere else? I just feel like I should know about it.”
“You don’t honestly think I’d tell you something like that? You already have more than enough cannon fodder to use against me.”
“I promise not to use my knowledge against you. Unless necessary.”
“And what qualifies for you as necessary?” Castiel asked, absentmindedly drawing symbols onto Dean’s skin.
“I don’t know yet,” Dean shrugged, flashing a bright grin at his lover. “I’m hungry. Let’s get some food.”
“When are you not hungry…” Castiel rolled his eyes, and he took Dean’s offered hand.
Downstairs they quickly packed a tray full of food, and returned to the bed. Dean picked up a chocolate-covered waffle, tore it into four little pieces, and offered one of them to Castiel. Instead of taking it, Castiel opened his mouth and bit into it. While he was chewing, he scooped up some cherry yoghurt with a teaspoon, and pushed it towards Dean, who accepted it without delay. Feeding each other was more erotic than either of them would have thought before, and when a few stray drops of yoghurt landed on Dean’s chest, Castiel leaned in to lick it without thinking.
In the end they spent almost the whole day in bed, naked, discovering and rediscovering each other. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they let their bodies do the talking, and sometimes they just laid there in silence, watching each other, their eyes speaking volumes. Dean was incredibly grateful for Castiel’s presence in his life, and he was intent on showing it in every possible way. Sitting down behind Castiel, he began kissing his way down on his bare back, lovingly mouthing on his pale skin. He caressed the two almost matching scars on each of Castiel’s shoulder blades, and before he could think and stop himself, he blurted out:
“What happened to you, angel?” Castiel turned his head around to look at him.
“They cut off my wings…” He joked with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and in that moment Dean desperately wanted to repeatedly kick himself for being stupid enough to ask about them.
“Damn, Cas, I am so sorry, I just didn’t think before I blabbered off. I didn’t want to…” Dean began, but Castiel turned around fully, and put his fingers on Dean’s lips.
“I know you didn’t, Dean, and there’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s part of my life, albeit a dark one, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to tiptoe around me, not even about that particular subject, okay?” Castiel said, and when Dean nodded, he pulled his head down to kiss him. “I’m not really sure how I got those scars, but I think it was when I was pushed onto the glass table in my living room. To be honest, I don’t think I want to know,” he continued when they parted, “I am grateful that those two scars are the only physical reminders of my kidnapping. At least I don’t have to see them every day. It’s not easy to deal with something like that.”
“But you’re doing great,” Dean was eager to reassure him.
“Am I?” Castiel asked with just the smallest hint of bitterness in his voice. For a moment Dean wasn’t sure how to react to that, so he chose the easiest way. He reached out, and pulled Castiel close, establishing skin-on-skin contact. Soon he felt Castiel’s mouth curl up into a tentative smile against his shoulder, and he sighed with relief.
”It’s eight p.m. We should get some dinner. What are you in the mood for, angel? We could go out, get Chinese. Or Thai.”
“Hamburgers,” Castiel mumbled.
“Hamburgers it is then. You seem to be addicted to burgers. Should I call you hamburglar from now on?” Dean joked.
“I’m sure you think you’re hilarious,” Castiel remarked dryly.
Next chapter: Chapter 1 1
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural AU/Romance
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Chuck/Becky, Sam/Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 46400
Warnings: some angst, mentions of violence, implied character death (disappearance)
Previous chapter: Chapter 9
Chapter ten - Love you like a love song
Once Castiel arrived at the Shurley Estate, the first item on his to do list was to check out the HallowInn’s website. The place looked great, the interior of it just as western-y as the outside, and when he read that it provided free fodder for the horses the guests arrived on, he knew that he found the perfect place to take Dean out to. Quickly he showered, and changed. Then it occurred to him that he didn’t tell Dean they would go on horseback, but he didn’t have to worry about that: Soon Dean knocked on the door of his room, wearing boots, light blue jeans and a green, plaid flannel button-down shirt.
“Hello, Dean.” Castiel smiled, and captured his lover’s lips in a gentle kiss. That small touch alone was enough to make his blood boil, and suddenly the idea of going out didn’t seem that alluring, but when they parted, he noticed how excited Dean looked.
“So, where are we going?” He asked, eyes shining brightly with undisguised happiness.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. We’re going on horseback though.”
“Okay, now I’m really intrigued.”
“I hope you’ll like it. Come on now, let’s go.” Castiel grabbed Dean’s hand, and began pulling him towards the stable.
“Maybe you should take Fiamma or Honeyblossom tonight,” Dean advised. “Gigette seemed to favor her left hind leg this morning, so it would be better if she could rest, she’s done a lot of work lately anyway. I know you’re used to her, but she’s not that fit anymore.”
“I know. I’ll take Honeyblossom; she seems to be a little calmer.” Castiel said. His initial fear of horses was long gone, but he was still a little cautious when it came to them.
“She hasn’t been out in a while… I’m sure she’ll be thrilled,” Dean smiled. They harnessed the horses, and soon they were on the road, with Castiel leading the way. Dean stared transfixed at his lover’s ass, so hypnotized by the rhythmic movements it made that he didn’t even watch where they were going, and he only looked away when Castiel stopped.
“We’re here,” Castiel announced, pointing at the HallowInn. There was a horse, tied to the pole in front of the building, and tunes of classic rock were blasting through the open windows.
“I haven’t even seen this place before,” Dean said, and quickly he got off of Crystal’s back. “I have been living in this town for more than a decade now, and I’ve never been here. How did you find this?”
“I was driving past it this afternoon on my way to the furniture store, and I thought you’d like it.”
“So far I love it. Can we go in now?” Dean sounded - and looked - like an impatient, eager child in front of an open candy store with three months worth of allowance in his pockets, and that comparison made Castiel chuckle. He dismounted from Honeyblossom’s back, and tied the reins to the horse post.
“Let’s go.”
The place was filled, but not crowded. For now, Nirvana’s “Smells like teen spirit” was playing from speakers, but members of a band were preparing the little stage in the corner of the bar for a concert. The waiters and waitresses were wearing cowboy boots, jeans and flannel shirts in different colors, with a little rainbow badge on them. The moment Dean noticed those badges, he knew what they stood for. Without thinking, he reached out for Castiel’s hand, and took it into his. One of the waitresses winked at them, and after they sat down to one of the free tables, she flitted there.
“Welcome to HallowInn, my name is Jamie, and it looks like I’ll be your waitress,” she greeted them with a bright, honest smile, “What can I get you?”
“A beer, and… Cas?” Dean looked at his lover questioningly.
“I’ll have a beer too, thanks.”
“Comin’ right up!” She winked, and walked back to the counter. Soon she returned with two bottles of beer on her tray. “I almost forgot to ask, did you by any chance arrive on horseback?”
“Yes, we did,” Castiel nodded, and Jamie scribbled something onto her notepad before she left again.
“What was that about?” Dean asked.
“They are providing free food for the horses of the guests.” Castiel gave small shrug, and took a sip of his beer. “I guess with the horse ranches and estates this near, it’s good for advertising purposes.”
“Yeah, probably.” Dean clinked his bottle against Castiel’s, before tasting the beverage. “Good beer.”
Six more bottles were emptied between the two of them on that evening, and both of them were pleasantly buzzed from the alcohol, more than a little tipsy but not drunk. It was barely midnight when Dean suggested going home and Castiel agreed eagerly. The whole time they’d spent in the HallowInn, sparks of excitement had been flying between them, and with the intake of beer the sensation just intensified.
When they exited the bar, they were greeted by cool, slowly drizzling rain. Castiel shivered when the first drop of water touched his skin. He looked at Dean, who seemed to be a lot happier about the change in the weather than Castiel was: He had turned his face towards the sky, and stood still for a few moments, trying to soak in the freshness of the rain.
“Who’s the frog now?” Castiel muttered, and Dean stuck out his tongue at him before climbing onto Crystal’s back. They began ambling towards the Shurley Estate, nudging the horses into a trot after a few minutes. When they reached the edge of the town, an idea struck Dean.
“Hey, Cas! Stop!” He called out after his lover, and without waiting, he jumped off his horse’s back.
“What’s up?” Castiel turned around, looking back at Dean questioningly. “What are you doing? It’s raining, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“I know. But I wanna dance with you.”
“Dance. Dean, what are you, a 16 years old girl in love?” Castiel laughed.
“No, but I really want to dance with you.”
“Right now? In the rain? Here, in the middle of the road?”
“Exactly!” Dean grinned, walked up to Castiel, and pulled him down to him. “I’m gonna make it worth for you, believe me.” He said with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.
“You mean, worth the hell of a cold we’re going to get after this?”
“C’mon, it’s still pretty warm, and the rain’s not that cold either,” Dean answered, unsaid plea in his eyes.
“This is not Dirty Dancing, and I’m no Patrick Swayze either.”
“Oh, that’s alright, I was thinking more along the lines of you being Jennifer Grey anyway,” Dean teased with a cheeky smirk on his face.
“Thanks a lot, really.” Castiel rolled his eyes. “Okay, but you have to take care of me if I get sick because of you.” Finally he gave in. He just couldn’t say no to Dean when he looked at him like that. His reward was a fierce kiss, immediately warming him up.
“You weren’t this worried the other night at the pond,” Dean reminded him.
“That was then. Now… it is now,” Castiel said, and Dean couldn’t argue with that logic. Instead of that he leaned forward.
“You’re so hot…” he whispered into Castiel’s ear, pulling his hips close to his own and grinding into his lover’s body before completely releasing him. Quickly they tied the horses to a nearby tree, and Dean grabbed Castiel’s hands. He placed one of them onto his shoulder, and he held onto the other one.
“Of course I’m the girl.” Castiel complained, but Dean made him silent by pressing two fingers against his lover’s full lips.
“Shh, I’m sure you’re going to love being the girl,” he grinned, and before Castiel could have answered, he wrapped one of his arms around the smaller man, and made him sway by bending him backwards. Castiel threw his head back, baring his neck almost like an offering, and Dean accepted it without thinking, gently biting and licking at the soft skin there. Castiel moaned softly, and he pressed his chest flat against Dean’s, seeking friction and warmth. Water was running down in rivulets on their bodies, making their clothes stick to their skin. Dean held Castiel close to him, and while he continued drawing a hickey onto Castiel’s pale neck with his teeth, he pulled him forwards, and then pushed him backwards until Castiel finally caught up with the program, and started following Dean’s steps in an impromptu, clumsy yet erotic lambada, hips rolling together. The rain got heavier, and just a little colder with every second. Water matted the hair onto their heads, and Dean had to reach out and wipe the wet bangs from Castiel’s face in order of being able to look into his lover’s huge blue eyes. Tiny drops of water sat on long, dark lashes, and Dean leaned forward to kiss them away. Slowly he let his hands slide down Castiel’s back, finally resting on his ass, pulling him closer still. Dean’s breath hitched as he felt Castiel’s erection press against his, and he had to push his lover away a little to get some air into his lungs.
“I’ve always wanted to make out in the rain with someone,” he confessed, and buried his head in Castiel’s neck, breathing in the scent of summer rain and something uniquely Castiel.
“Next time, use the word make-out instead of dance, and maybe it won’t be this hard to convince me,” Castiel grinned.
“So, you think it was hard to convince you? It was a piece of cake. I know you can’t say no to me, not when I really want you to say yes.”
“Maybe you’re right about that. Let’s see if it works the other way too. Can we please go home now? I’m a little cold, and I’d really love to get you out of those wet clothes.”
“Yeah, angel, let’s go home.”
The ride home was probably the most uncomfortable one they have ever had. The rain got freezing cold by the time they reached the estate’s gate, and the wind getting stronger wasn’t really helping either. Dean knew he was going to feel bad about not scrubbing the horses down, but lust was still cruising in his veins, making his blood boil, so he just threw blankets over the horses, and he led Castiel home. As soon as they were inside Dean’s house, Castiel started undressing his lover.
“Eager much?”
“You can’t even imagine,” Castiel hissed, and with a few swift movements he opened Dean’s shirt, fingers grazing against dark brown nipples. He let his hands roam over tanned, velvety skin as he pushed the offending garment off of Dean’s shoulders, and hungrily kissed him again, pressing his body against his lover’s.
“Not here,” Dean growled, and he began pushing Castiel towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. Trying to walk without having to part was nearly impossible though, and after a while Dean ran out of patience. With a small, annoyed huff he picked Castiel up, and carried him up the stairs. “Don’t get used to this,” he added as an afterthought, and bit down on Castiel’s neck a little harder than necessary. He sat down onto his bed, with his lover in his lap. Slowly, he slipped his hands under Castiel’s shirt, craving more skin contact. They began moving together, following the quickening beat of their hearts. The kisses were becoming longer and longer, moans breathier, gasps louder as they rocked their hips together. The scent of Castiel was driving Dean crazy with lust and want. Eagerly, he pulled Castiel’s shirt off, and with one hand he caressed his lover’s chest while the other slowly inched its way towards his ass.
“More,” Castiel demanded, throwing his head back.
“We’ll get to that, angel, don’t worry.” Dean answered, and teasingly, he bit Castiel’s earlobe. As retaliation, Castiel pinched one of Dean’s nipples. “That was uncalled for!” Dean exclaimed with just a hint of annoyance. He turned around, and threw his lover onto the bed. Castiel let out a surprised gasp, and he wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist, hands splayed on the small of his back, pulling him down to him. Dean went obediently, lying down next to Castiel, and he began kissing his lover’s face, his closed eyes, his nose, and his cheeks, followed the strong line of his jaw, then returned to his lips, only to swallow the moan rising from Castiel’s throat. He slid his hand slowly down on Castiel’s body, finally reaching his cock. Even through two layers of clothing it reacted immediately to Dean’s touch, and Castiel lifted his hips, trying to get more contact. Instead of lingering there, Dean decided to venture back upwards, and he leaned down to lick one of his nipples, tongue playfully swirling around the small nub. Castiel let out a loud hiss and he wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist, eagerly rocking against his body.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Castiel inquired, sounding surprisingly calm.
“Of course. Think about what a way to go this is,” Dean laughed, but his actions disproved his words: He unbuckled Castiel’s belt, opened his zipper and pulled the pants off of him, along with his underwear. Finally naked, Castiel decided he spent just enough time on his back, and he pushed at Dean, until it was him lying on his back. With a predatory grin, he evened the score on the clothes-front, and covered Dean’s body with his own, sensuously rubbing against him. His hands were roaming all over Dean, the touches sometimes almost bruising, sometimes barely even there. He heard the soft pop of a bottle being opened, and he knew what was going to happen, but still he gasped when he felt a slick finger brush against his most hidden spot. Just a second later, he found himself on his back again, Dean leaning over him with a hungry look on his face.
Reaching down Castiel gave Dean’s erection a few gentle caresses, before he took him into his hand, and began moving it in earnest. The angle was a little uncomfortable, but he tried his best, and apparently it was working, at least judging by Dean’s loud panting. Castiel cried out when he felt Dean’s hand encircle his cock. The situation of having Dean all over and inside him was almost too much, and his body arched off the bed, hands fisted into the sheets.
“Dean!” He keened, and spread his legs to give Dean better access.
“I’m here, Cas. I’m here, I got you, angel,” Dean whispered, and he leaned down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, his hand still dancing over his lover’s cock. Castiel moaned into Dean’s mouth, and for the shortest moment he blacked out when his orgasm hit him. He didn’t even notice when Dean slowly slid inside him, but he copied the rhythm of his thrusts. Trying to embrace Dean even deeper he wrapped his legs around Dean’s back. Their gazes met, and the heat in Dean’s eyes made Castiel shiver. He reached out to take his lover’s hands into his, and Dean pinned them to either side of Castiel’s head, entwining their fingers as he thrusted into him. It was sensual, slow and gentle at first, but after a while it just wasn’t enough.
“Dean, I’m… not going to break. Come on,” Castiel urged his lover, and Dean obeyed. Soon both men were panting loudly, bodies glistening with sweat. Dean took Castiel’s erection into his hand for the second time, jerking him in sync with his thrusts.
“Cas!” He cried out as he came, and the sight of the rapture on Dean’s face was enough to push Castiel over the top too.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, Dean collapsed onto the bed, and halfway onto Castiel. Trying to catch their breaths seemed to be a harder task than it had ever been before, and long minutes passed before either of them was capable of making even the smallest movement.
“That was… wow.” Castiel murmured.
“Yeah. It was amazing,” Dean nodded, and kissed Castiel’s chest. With a grunt he reached for the package of wet wipes he had left on the floor next to the bed before he left to pick Castiel up, and he cleaned them both up as good as he could without having to really move.
“I have a terrible suspicion.” Castiel began seriously. “Either you keep that stuff always in your reach, or… you planned this whole thing. You were planning to get me laid, weren’t you?” He tried to keep the façade of the mock-anger up, but it didn’t work out that well, and soon he was chuckling.
“I was hoping we would end up here, like this, yeah. But you were seducing me, and not the other way around. The movement of your hips was driving me mad the whole night! Do you even know how hard it is to ride a horse with a constant hard-on?”
“Yeah, I know. I got to experience that sensation on the way back after you molested me on the road,” Castiel pouted.
“Molested you? MOLESTED YOU? Okay, I may have molested you,” Dean admitted sleepily, and he pulled out an extra blanket from under his pillows, covering them both with it. With a small sigh he curled up against Castiel’s side, and closed his eyes. Castiel began caressing his lover’s hair, and when Dean’s breathing evened out, he shifted slightly so he could bury his face into the pillows, and fell asleep.
~.~.~.~.~.~Dean stretched in bed, yawning loudly. He rubbed his eyes, and turned around to face his lover, who was still asleep next to him, excessively
pouting in his dream. Dean watched him for a while, trying to burn his sight deep into his brain, to remember the moment forever. Smiling, he brushed a lock of dark hair out of Castiel’s face, and then leaned down to kiss that pouty, tempting mouth. Castiel parted his lips instinctively, allowing access for Dean’s tongue to caress his. Dean felt like he could get addicted to kissing Castiel, and even though the thought scared him a little, he didn’t let go of him, not for a second. He closed his eyes, relishing in his lover’s closeness, and by the time he opened them again, two bright blue eyes were looking back at him, still a little clouded with sleep.
“Hello, Dean,” he whispered, then leaned forward, and kissed the tip of Dean’s nose.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, I did. Your bed is very comfortable.”
“Well then, I am happy to inform you that you’re welcome in it as often as you’d like to, though not always for sleeping,” Dean answered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh, okay,” Castiel nodded, and claimed his lover’s mouth in a chaste kiss. After they parted, Dean threw back the covers, intent on getting out of bed, but Castiel stopped him. “Dean, it’s raining.”
“What?”
“It’s still raining. Look outside. You can’t let the horses out in this weather now, can you?”
“Nope, not really.” Dean answered after he ascertained that it was in fact raining.
“And you don’t have anywhere else to be, right?” Castiel asked, and by then Dean could see clearly what Castiel was playing at, so he shook his head.
“I may have asked Becky to call in Andy to replace me for today anyway…” He admitted with a shy smile.
“Sneaky… sneaky,” Castiel grinned, and with a quick move he disappeared under the covers, hungrily kissing his way down Dean’s torso. Dean moaned, trying to push his body closer and closer to Castiel’s, but he held him still, keeping him in place. He flicked his tongue against one of Dean’s nipples, and Dean hissed loudly, grabbing a fistful of Castiel’s hair, just to keep him there, but Castiel had apparently other ideas. After a few teasing licks and bites he continued his way downwards on Dean’s body, dipping his tongue into his navel for a couple of times before finally reaching his cock. First he gave it a few gentle, almost experimental tugs, before taking it into his mouth. Dean’s hips snapped forward on their own, forcing Castiel to take more and more, but the man wasn’t complaining, or pulling off, so Dean reached down with both hands to caress and tickle as much of Castiel as possible. Dean loved being on the receiving end of a blowjob, but it always felt a little one-sided to him. He poked Castiel’s shoulder.
“Turn around, angel.” Castiel lifted his head, but didn’t pull off completely, and he peeked up at Dean questioningly from under the covers, with Dean’s erection still in his mouth. The sight alone was almost enough to make Dean come, but that wasn’t what he wanted, not this time.
“C’mon Cas, turn around. Let me take care of you.” Realization slowly dawned in Castiel’s eyes, and he turned around, aligning his hips with Dean’s face.
“I have never done this before,” Castiel admitted softly.
“I’ve only ever done it with girls… well, with one girl to be exact. But I’m sure that’s not something you wanted to know.” Dean bit his lower lip, hanging his head in slight shame. He waited for Castiel to say something, but his answer was completely non-verbal: He took Dean back into his mouth, and continued to pleasure him. He didn’t tell Dean about the flare of jealousy he felt when Dean mentioned having done something like this before, but he was sure Dean knew anyway. His intent to rewrite and replace every memory of said event with something better also went unsaid.
Dean knew mentioning a past relationship wasn’t the brightest of his ideas, but he couldn’t change that, so he tried to apologize in the best way he could: With touches. Lifting his head he grazed his teeth against Castiel’s hipbones, making him tremble, then he soothed the pain with small, kitten-like laps. His hands were roaming over the small of Castiel’s back, his ass, the inner side of his thighs. Suddenly, Castiel pulled off. At first he was just chuckling, which then transformed into a rather unmanly giggle, and when Dean ran his hands over Castiel’s thighs again, it became a fully blown laugh.
“Sorry, I’m… I’m ticklish.” Castiel gritted out, trying to contain his laughter, but Dean did nothing to make it easy on him. He kept caressing the milky pale skin, sending his lover into one laughing fit after the other. He was laughing so hard that he forgot to even attempt getting away from Dean. “Stop, Dean, please, it’s too much. I can’t…”
“Anything you wish,” Dean grinned, and finally he stopped tickling him.
“You are evil,” Castiel muttered, and sat down next to Dean with his legs crossed.
“Are you ticklish anywhere else? I just feel like I should know about it.”
“You don’t honestly think I’d tell you something like that? You already have more than enough cannon fodder to use against me.”
“I promise not to use my knowledge against you. Unless necessary.”
“And what qualifies for you as necessary?” Castiel asked, absentmindedly drawing symbols onto Dean’s skin.
“I don’t know yet,” Dean shrugged, flashing a bright grin at his lover. “I’m hungry. Let’s get some food.”
“When are you not hungry…” Castiel rolled his eyes, and he took Dean’s offered hand.
Downstairs they quickly packed a tray full of food, and returned to the bed. Dean picked up a chocolate-covered waffle, tore it into four little pieces, and offered one of them to Castiel. Instead of taking it, Castiel opened his mouth and bit into it. While he was chewing, he scooped up some cherry yoghurt with a teaspoon, and pushed it towards Dean, who accepted it without delay. Feeding each other was more erotic than either of them would have thought before, and when a few stray drops of yoghurt landed on Dean’s chest, Castiel leaned in to lick it without thinking.
In the end they spent almost the whole day in bed, naked, discovering and rediscovering each other. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they let their bodies do the talking, and sometimes they just laid there in silence, watching each other, their eyes speaking volumes. Dean was incredibly grateful for Castiel’s presence in his life, and he was intent on showing it in every possible way. Sitting down behind Castiel, he began kissing his way down on his bare back, lovingly mouthing on his pale skin. He caressed the two almost matching scars on each of Castiel’s shoulder blades, and before he could think and stop himself, he blurted out:
“What happened to you, angel?” Castiel turned his head around to look at him.
“They cut off my wings…” He joked with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and in that moment Dean desperately wanted to repeatedly kick himself for being stupid enough to ask about them.
“Damn, Cas, I am so sorry, I just didn’t think before I blabbered off. I didn’t want to…” Dean began, but Castiel turned around fully, and put his fingers on Dean’s lips.
“I know you didn’t, Dean, and there’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s part of my life, albeit a dark one, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to tiptoe around me, not even about that particular subject, okay?” Castiel said, and when Dean nodded, he pulled his head down to kiss him. “I’m not really sure how I got those scars, but I think it was when I was pushed onto the glass table in my living room. To be honest, I don’t think I want to know,” he continued when they parted, “I am grateful that those two scars are the only physical reminders of my kidnapping. At least I don’t have to see them every day. It’s not easy to deal with something like that.”
“But you’re doing great,” Dean was eager to reassure him.
“Am I?” Castiel asked with just the smallest hint of bitterness in his voice. For a moment Dean wasn’t sure how to react to that, so he chose the easiest way. He reached out, and pulled Castiel close, establishing skin-on-skin contact. Soon he felt Castiel’s mouth curl up into a tentative smile against his shoulder, and he sighed with relief.
”It’s eight p.m. We should get some dinner. What are you in the mood for, angel? We could go out, get Chinese. Or Thai.”
“Hamburgers,” Castiel mumbled.
“Hamburgers it is then. You seem to be addicted to burgers. Should I call you hamburglar from now on?” Dean joked.
“I’m sure you think you’re hilarious,” Castiel remarked dryly.
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