Gears We Never Use - Part 1 - Follow up to Love in Every Stitch

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Title: Gears We Never Use - Follow up to Love in Every Stitch
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 9,547
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: nicole_sill
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for nicole_sill who wanted a follow up for her story so badly that she donated to charity AGAIN! She’s awesome. And then she beta’d her own story. You have to love that!

Gears We Never Use - Follow up to Love in Every Stitch

John Winchester isn’t exactly sure when turning the walk-up attic in his house into a spare bedroom became a priority. Hell, he’d been tinkering with it on and off for years. The space was meant for storage, but he'd always intended for it to become an office, and instead it became a never ending project. In the last few months he’s been feeling the press to finally put the finishing touches on this last incomplete part of their home.

But things change, his children started to grow up, his oldest son fell in love…fell in love with a strange kid from down the street. A kid that John had once promised his wife he would always look after.

John’s coming home from work the first week of summer vacation after Dean’s senior year. The house is empty; Dean’s dropping Sam off at a friend’s house for the night before heading to work. John’s prepared for re-heated pizza in the microwave for dinner and maybe a beer before he starts painting the almost finished bedroom that used to be his attic.

But sometimes, it doesn’t matter how hard you try to be prepared, you just don’t get ready in time.

“Hello Sir,” Castiel mumbles from inside the garage. John shakes his head sadly as he rounds the corner. The boy he’s come to think of as his third son sits huddled on the steps leading into the house with a quilt that Mary had made for him balled in his lap and a crate full of art supplies next to his dirty tennis shoes.

“Hey kiddo,” John says as he reaches down to ruffle Castiel’s hair affectionately. “You coming to stay a while?”

There’s a tremor under his hand and Castiel whispers pitifully, “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“You don’t need anywhere else to go,” John corrects him gently before reaching down to grab the crate and carry it past him into the house. “You’re already home, Son.”

He feeds Castiel the pizza Dean left out for him, and gives him a beer, too. Castiel's eyes widen, but John's pretty sure he's going to need it. The kid looks worn, exhausted, shaken. There are a few bruises on his arm sticking out from under his t-shirt and around the back of his neck. John's certain there is more he can't see.

Something bad happened at the Novak house today. As much as he wants to go over there and beat the shit out of Castiel’s father for whatever he did, he’s thinking feigned ignorance might be the better way to go.

“I’m going to finish the attic,” John says conversationally as Castiel picks his pizza to bits. “How are you with painting?”

“I’m planning to major in art,” Castiel says with a shaky smile.

“Good,” John nods. “You can do the cutting in for me, then. I’m getting too damned old to be crawling around on my knees.”

It’s two hours later, while Castiel’s painting the ceiling line on the ladder that John gets an idea of how badly things must have gone for the kid. As Castiel raises his arms above his head his t-shirt rides up and John catches a glimpse of what he suspects is a boot mark along his side.

“You want to press charges?” John asks as he puts down his roller.

Castiel freezes for a long moment. John watches him come undone. The boy's hands start to shake so badly that John takes the paint bucket and brush from him. John holds his elbow as he creeps down the ladder on weak knees. The kid’s hand slides along his side where the bruising is starting and shakes his head slowly, like he has to think about it hard before he answers.

“No,” Castiel finally says. “I just don’t ever want to have to go back there. Can I stay here for a few days? I’m sorry. I’m not thinking really clearly right now. I don’t want to intrude, but I don't know where else to go.”

John sighs, “You like the room, Cas?”

The boy looks startled, blue eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights of a semitruck. “Umm,” Castiel takes a deep breath as his brow wrinkles in confusion. “Yes? You’ve done a really good job on it.”

“Good,” John says with a nod. “I’m glad you like it. It’s your bedroom.”

He had expected the kid to be emotional. Hell, Castiel’s due for a break down, being thrown out of your home would do that to anyone. He’s not expecting his son’s boyfriend to suddenly hurl himself at him and cling to him sobbing. Castiel’s never really let people physically close to him. But John wraps his arms around his shoulders without hesitation and holds him tight as Castiel soaks the front of his shirt with tears.

“I’m sorry, kiddo,” John whispers to him as Castiel quivers in his arms. “I just didn’t get it done in time.”

“I don’t have any clothes,” Castiel chokes out randomly.

“We’ll get you clothes,” John assures him.

“I can’t afford to pay you rent and go to college,” Castiel stammers.

“Who said anything about rent?” John snorts as he pets his hair.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel blurts as his sobs fade into hiccups. “I’m sorry I’m like this. He said I turned my back on God. I don’t want there to be something wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Cas,” John says fiercely. “And don’t you ever believe anyone who tells you there is.”

They talk for a long time still surrounded by paint cans and spackle. They get cleaned up, and take quick trip out to the bank when John realizes Castiel has his own savings account.

“What do you want me to do?” Castiel asks as they pull up to the ATM machine.

“Withdraw everything you can tonight,” John tells him. “We’ll come back when the bank opens in the morning and get you an account without your father’s name on it. You’re old enough now. They can't stop you.”

He puts Castiel to bed in Dean’s room that night, buried under his quilt and hugging Dean’s pillow to his chest. After the kid’s asleep John picks up Castiel’s cell phone and goes through his contacts until he finds Gabriel’s number.

The following phone call is loud and brief. Gabriel and someone named Crowley will be driving down in the morning. It takes John a lot of arguing to get Gabriel to agree to come to the Winchester's house first.

By the time Dean comes home from work with his face creased in worry John’s waiting for him in the kitchen.

“You okay?” John asks.

“Yeah,” Dean mumbles, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets like he does when he’s debating on including his dad in something that’s personal. “I haven’t heard from Cas tonight. He usually texts me.”

“He’s in your room,” John tells his older son. “He’s asleep,” he adds.

“What happened?” Dean asks.

“I’m not sure,” John admits. “Something bad though. Castiel’s going to be living here from now on.”

“Is he hurt?” Dean asks as he grips the counter top.

John nods and watches as the air seems to suck out of Dean’s lungs. His son makes a half lunge toward the hall before turning back.

“Dad?” Dean gasps, begging for permission.

“Tomorrow night you’re going to be sleeping in your brother’s room or on the couch until we get Cas step up upstairs,” John tells him matter-of-factly though he squeezes Dean’s shoulder tightly. “You stay the hell away from The Novak's house, you understand?”

“Yeah,” Dean nods. “Um, where do I sleep tonight?” he asks and the hopeful look in his son’s tear filled eyes makes John certain he’s making the right call.

“He needs you, Dean,” John says as he grabs his beer and heads for the living room. “What the hell are you standing here talking to me for?”

He doesn’t turn around, he’s sure Dean’s down the hall and crawling into bed with his boyfriend before he even finishes speaking.

Just like it should be.

“Mary,” John whispers as he clicks the television on. “I sure wish you were here to help me out with all this.”

*****

Dean doesn’t remember falling asleep. But he wakes up to careful fingers tracing the side of his face with expert care.

“What are you doing in here?” Castiel asks as soon as Dean moves.

“I start sleeping with Sam tomorrow,” Dean answers softly as he opens his eyes and threads his fingers through Castiel’s. “Dad knows where I am tonight.”

“You mean this morning,” Castiel points out and Dean turns to see his alarm clock shining that it’s a little past six in the morning.

There’s a dim glow from the breaking dawn filtering through his curtains but Dean turns on the bedside table’s lamp anyway. He pushes himself up into a sitting position next to his boyfriend and regards Castiel with a serious expression. “Show me,” Dean whispers.

He holds his breath as Castiel pulls his t-shirt up over his head and has to bite his bottom lip to keep from letting the curse words piling up on his tongue spill out his mouth.

“Cas,” Dean manages weakly. He reaches out to cup his hands around Castiel’s shoulders gently and pulls him forward to brush tender kisses along his face. Dean then leans far enough away to map the line of bruising across Castiel’s neck with his trembling fingertips before slipping down along his upper arms. His fingers line up perfectly with prints from Castiel's father’s hands where the man had grabbed him hard enough to leave bruises. He places Castiel back on the bed again and Castiel closes his eyes as Dean palms carefully over the swollen skin along his side that this morning is clearly a boot mark written on his body in purple, black, and blue. Castiel’s breathe hitches several times during Dean halting examination. He’s nervous, ashamed, and still so tired. “Dean…”

“I’m so sorry,” Dean whispers as he moves close and presses his lips against Castiel’s. “I should have been with you.”

“He would have hurt me more by hurting you,” Castiel murmurs as he rubs a hand over his side and flinches.

“I’m going to kill him,” Dean mutters darkly.

“I need you here,” Castiel says softly as he covers Dean’s clenched fists with his hands. “This will heal. He didn’t break me, he didn’t touch us.”

“What happened?” Dean asks as he slips back down onto the bed and gently tugs Castiel close enough to spoon up behind him.

“They found pot in Anna’s purse last week,” Castiel sighs. “I should have suspected it was coming. They searched our rooms for drugs and instead they found my sketch pad.”

“You do still life,” Dean huffs. “What the hell does a potted plant tell them about your sexuality?”

“Not that sketch pad,” Castiel says before snorting and Dean watches the back of his neck turn pink as he blushes. “The other one. The one you don’t know about.”

“Oh,” Dean pauses. “What was in it?”

Castiel sighs, “You, it was all you.”

“Doing what, Cas?” Dean asks. “I mean, no offense, but it takes you forever to draw things. I think I would have noticed if you were sketching me doing really gay things.”

He feels more than hears Castiel chuckle. “I did them from memory, Dean. Trust me, they were really gay.”

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep or his feeling of relief that Castiel is really for keeps, but Dean falls into a fit of giggles that makes Castiel join in until his boyfriend rolls over to snuggle against his chest.

“What happened to it?” Dean asks after he calms down. “The super-secret sketch pad?”

“It’s in the crate your dad brought inside,” Castiel comments. “They threw it at me.” Dean tenses against his cheek and he rushes to add, “I was glad. It would have been worse if they had destroyed it.”

“So…” Dean says after a long moment of silence as he cards his fingers through Castiel’s hair. “When do I get to see it?”

“Never,” Castiel chuckles and then squeals as Dean rolls him over and proceeds to tickle him along his good side and on the inside of his thighs.

It doesn’t take long for Dean to get distracted by slow, tender kisses and the warmth of Castiel’s shirtless body against his. He moans as Castiel rolls them until he’s draped along Dean’s body with his thighs on the outside of Dean’s legs. They rub together while Castiel licks the side of his neck with a groan and then whimpers while Dean tugs on one of his nipples.

The room’s suddenly too hot, everything is too intense and Dean’s sliding his hand down the back of Castiel’s always loose jeans and under his boxers to slide into the cleft of his ass and brush over the entrance to his body. Castiel jerks against him like he’s being hit with a cattle prod and then pushes back against Dean’s circling finger with a shaky moan that he tries to bury in Dean’s neck.

They’ve been dating for close to three months now. After that first night together time to explore has been limited. Castiel’s house has always been off limits and Dean’s dad had instituted the new, and hated, open door policy as soon as they had gotten home. They’ve spent nights curled up on the sofa kissing their way through movies in the dark and risked a few hand jobs in the bathroom at work. Dean’s personal favorite has to be the one time Sam got detention and he and Castiel had the house to themselves for a few hours one afternoon. He had managed to tease Castiel into enough of a frenzy that the normally reserved boy had agreed to a blow job and then had come in Dean’s mouth.

Fuck, it was hot. Dean came in his pants right after Castiel. John had smirked at him knowingly when Dean had done his own laundry without threats of bodily harm.

“Can’t,” Castiel murmurs into his skin.

“I know,” Dean groans as he reluctantly tugs his hand away and kisses Castiel again. Cas rolls off him with regret. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

“Same here,” Castiel assures him as he trails his hand across Dean’s chest. “I just don’t want to disrespect your father.”

“I get it, Cas,” Dean says with a nod as they get up and start to get ready to go out and face the world. “Besides, I’m still not sure everything is going to….fit, you know?”

There’s a startled bark of laughter from Castiel and when Dean gets done tugging his shirt on over his head he’s happy to see some joy sparkling in his best friend’s eyes.

“Oh, it will fit,” Castiel assures him before groping Dean hotly through his jeans. Cas then slips out the door of Dean’s bedroom and out into the hallway while Dean groans in disappointment.

“Tease,” Dean whispers as he follows close behind.

*****

Gabriel blows into the Winchester house like a man being chased by the hounds of Hell. He doesn’t even knock and he’s on Castiel, turning his head to the left and right for inspection before John has time to reach for his gun.

Thankfully, things settle down at Castiel’s odd look.

“Gabriel, what are you doing here?” he asks.

“Dean’s dad called me last night,” Gabriel answers as he gives John a nod. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Castiel assures him but it clearly does little to reassure his brother.

There’s a moment of weirdness where it looks like Gabriel doesn’t know what to do and then a British voice sounds from behind him near the door, “Well hug him for fuck’s sake. You got me up at the ass crack of dawn to drive down here, let’s not be all strange about it now.”

Gabriel rolls his eyes but he tugs Castiel forward and hugs him tightly as he mutters into his brother’s ear, “Ignore him.”

“Not likely,” the other young man says as he takes a seat at the kitchen table. “You’ll find I’m rather hard to ignore. Also, your belongings are in the garage. I refuse to carry them any further. I wasn’t built for physical labor.”

“My stuff?” Castiel blurts before rushing past them into the Winchester’s garage to find his clothing, books, posters, and music piled along the wall next to the John’s car. “How did you get this?”

Gabriel shrugs and his friend smiles wickedly, “We made him a deal he couldn’t refuse. I’m Crowley, by the way, Gabriel’s lover.”

There’s the sound of choking from John before he waves his hand and announces, “You boys are on your own. I don’t want to know anything about it.”

Castiel watches him disappear up the steps toward the attic that will soon be his room. Cas has to fight the urge to rush after the man and hug him again. He owes a lot to John Winchester.

“I’m sorry,” Gabriel says suddenly. “I should have been there. I should have been the one this happened to. I let you down, kiddo.”

“No you didn’t,” Castiel says as touches his older sibling’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here now and thank you for my things.”

“Yes, well, this is all very touching but you’re making me sick to my stomach,” Crowley complains with an over exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Where can a pack of gay boys get some breakfast around here?”

Castiel blinks, Gabriel groans, Dean laughs like a lunatic before grabbing his keys and leading the way to the International House of Pancakes.

They head to the bank after breakfast to change Cas' accounts, and then the post office to change his address. Gabriel and Crowley spend the day bantering back and forth like an old married couple while Dean and Castiel watch with a mixture of enjoyment and confusion.

“They’re so…animated,” Castiel says softly to Dean the next night as they are curled up together in the family room, relaxing after a long day of helping John finish Castiel’s room upstairs.

“I’m not sure that’s the word I would use,” Dean whispers back as Crowley says something that earns him a sharp elbow in the chest from Gabriel.

Castiel watches them with interest for a long time. They certainly have a different kind of relationship than he and Dean share. Gabriel’s interactions with Crowley have a sharp edge to them that for Castiel often borders on uncomfortable. But then, he’s never been as brash as his older brother and though the words they use are often derogatory there is a genuine affection in their gazes for each other. Castiel has noticed as they spend more time together that façade of aloofness that Crowley perpetuates is starting to slip. Like now, as Crowley rubs the sensitive skin behind Gabriel’s ear until his brother settle back against the other man more comfortably and relax against his chest.

Gabriel looks…peaceful, content. It’s a look Castiel has rarely seen on him. It makes him wonder how he must look in Dean’s arms. That feeling of love and comfort he sees radiating off his brother is something he recognizes himself feeling in the past few months.

“I’m going to get a soda,” Crowley announces suddenly as he shoves Gabriel forward and slips out from behind his back. “Castiel, you’re coming with me.”

Dean opens his mouth to probably argue but Castiel shakes his head and follows Crowley up the steps and into the kitchen. Once they arrive it’s clear soda is the last thing on Crowley’s mind.

“I’m in love with your idiot brother,” Crowley says as he opens the refrigerator.

“I know,” Castiel comments. “It’s obvious.”

His response earns him a glare from Crowley. “I am many things. Obvious is not one of them.”

“If you say so,” Castiel shrugs then winces as his side complains about the action. His hand strays over to his bruised ribs before he can stop himself. When he looks back up Crowley’s inched closer to him without him noticing.

“I don’t have anything to offer you,” Crowley says quietly.

“What?” Castiel asks, confused.

“I don’t have a home here,” Crowley clarifies with a wave of his hand. “Or a family that would be supportive of either of our lifestyles. Hell, I’m not even from this country. I don’t have a lot to work with. But, I love Gabriel and I want to stay with him. You’re the only family member he’s got that knows about me and I…” he looks around then like the weight of what he’s trying to say is pressing him down and Castiel suddenly understands what this very strange conversation is about.

“You want my blessing.”

Crowley’s face makes this horrible, pinched off expression and he rolls his eyes before saying, “It doesn’t really matter. I’m just trying to tell you how things are…that’s all.”

“You have it,” Castiel comments as he places his hand over top of where Crowley’s rests in a fist against the counter. “For what it’s worth.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“It’s worth a lot,” Crowley murmurs before straightening his shoulders and stalking toward the steps.

They arrive at the bottom to see Gabriel sitting next to Dean on the couch, obviously involved in a private conversation of their own. Gabriel jumps to his feet as soon as he sees them.

“You forgot your soda,” Gabriel comments as he walks back to Crowley’s side.

“Turns out I wasn’t thirsty,” Crowley comments before shoving Gabriel onto his back on the couch and sliding down beside him to lie against his chest. Gabriel looks startled at boyfriend’s actions, but then a private smile spreads across his face as he wraps his arms around Crowley and relaxes.

When they head back to college Sunday morning they extract promises that Dean and Castiel will come to visit soon. Sam watches them go from where he stands beside his father before muttering, “Thank God. It’s been like the gay ship lolli-pop around here this weekend.”

Castiel laughs while Dean chases his brother down the street.

*****

“Are you sure about this, Son?” His father asks as Dean leans against the wall in the auto shop where his dad works. “You’ve been saving that money for a long time.”

“I’m sure about it,” Dean says levelly. When his dad looks out at him from under the car he’s working on Dean narrows his eyes and asks, “What?”

“You remind me of your mother,” John says with a sad smile. “You have her heart, Dean. I’m proud of you.”

Dean squirms under the scrutiny; he’s never been comfortable being complimented. “He made me a sweater,” he blurts by way of explanation and his father chuckles.

“So you’re giving him a car?” his dad asks.

“I wanted to make him something,” Dean shrugs as he looks at his shoes even though his father can’t see his eyes from where he is anyway. “I’m not…creative like he is, Dad. But I’m good with cars and Cas needs one for when he starts college. So I thought you could help me get a cheap one and I could fix it up for him. Then he doesn’t have to feel so dependant on me.”

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you?” John asks as he slides out from under the car he’s working. The smile his father gives him makes Dean feel exposed and uncomfortable.

“I’m planning on him sticking around, Dad,” Dean admits as he clenches his hands in his pockets. It’s as close to asking for his father’s blessing as he’s ever going to get. Castiel holds his heart. When Dean thinks about his future his friend is always with him. He needs his father to understand this isn’t a passing fling.

He wants to be with Castiel forever.

“That’s good, Son,” His dad nods before getting to his feet. “Cas is family. I would hate to have to kick you out because you didn’t appreciate a good thing when it landed in your lap.”

Dean watches his dad go get himself a bottle of water with his mouth hanging open in shock.

*****

Dean’s been acting strangely for the last month. He's spending a lot of time off on his own. Castiel tries not to think about it too much. This summer has brought a lot of changes to their relationship. Castiel is considering the possibility that the honeymoon period of their romance is over. With living in each other's pockets, their passion might simply be fading into something less intense.

It’s the only possibility that Castiel allows himself to focus on during the lonely days. The other fears that run rampant through his head as he lay in his attic bed alone at night are far more traumatizing.

What if Dean is tired of him?

What if Dean doesn’t want him anymore?

What if Dean thinks he’s going to forget about him when he starts college in two months?

What if he did something wrong and Dean just won’t tell him?

What if he’s losing Dean?

In reality, what Castiel is losing is sleep. He walks around half dead most days. He heads zombie like to work at the store in the morning. His manager agreed to let him go full time over the summer so now he can at least pay the Winchester’s back for the food he eats and help Dean put gas in the car. It’s not much, and John always rolls his eyes when Castiel insists that he accept it. They both know that Castiel needs to do it to feel like a member of their household and John takes it so Castiel knows he's family.

It's his insecurity that makes Castiel suggest he and Dean visit Gabriel and Crowley over the next weekend they're both off. Dean happily agrees. Castiel suspects it has less to do with going on a trip with him and more to so with the chance to see Crowley again. Dean hates to admit it, but the two have sparked a friendship over Facebook within the last month. Castiel is amazed at how much the two have in common. They both love classic cars and classic rock, they share a love of greasy diner food and pie. Crowley has spent time teaching Dean British cursing and Dean brags about teaching Crowley how to cut someone's brake lines. Castiel has no idea why either of them need to know how to do that, but now that Crowley knows how, Castiel will be watching him more carefully.

Castiel has his own reasons for wanting this trip. Castiel knows that Dean craves more physical intimacy between them, to be honest so does he. The fumbled encounters they manage to sneak in only manage to leave them both frustrated. But John Winchester has asked so little of them, Castiel wouldn’t feel right violating the no sex under my roof rule.

However having sex under Gabriel’s roof he was okay with.

It was an awkward phone call. Castiel's not the most open person at the best of times. He stammered his way through explaining to Gabriel that he and Dean have yet to consummate their relationship. This revelation was met with a worrying stunned silence. But then Gabriel barks out between fits of laughter he can assure Castiel and Dean won't be virgins by Sunday night.

That comment leaves a burning ember of need lodged tightly in Castiel’s belly. Keeping his hands to himself seems a hundred times harder than normal.

They’re making out on the couch in the downstairs living room on Wednesday night. The television is on, playing a movie they've seen a hundred times so they know the plot by heart. Living with Dean has some perks Castiel hadn’t initially considered when he moved in. One of them being that instead of hanging out in jeans all the time they often now find themselves snuggled up together in loose, old t-shirts and pajama pants. Their feet encased in the socks that Castiel has recently taught himself to knit. The rows are a little shaky but he’s learning and getting better with every pair. John even wears them now and then around the house, though Sam staunchly refuses to participate in what he describes as the “weird-ass sock party.”

Dean has Castiel pinned against the couch while he grinds down on top of him. Castiel’s rocking rhythmically against Dean’s thigh, caught between his legs while they kiss slowly, passionately. Dean’s taken to sucking Castiel’s lower lip into his mouth before nipping it with his teeth. It makes Castiel moan out embarrassingly loud in the quiet darkness of the downstairs.

“You’ve got to be quiet,” Dean murmurs as he licks against Castiel’s open mouth while he pants. “If you wake up Dad we’re going to get sent to out rooms to die of blue balls.”

Castiel manages to choke out a desperate laugh at the image. The idea of having to stop touching Dean now is almost painful and Castiel does not want to end this evening alone jerking off. He nods shakily before slipping his hands under the elastic of Dean’s pants. His long fingers wander across the other boy’s hips before settling on the swell of Dean’s ass.

Dean grinds down into him with a muffled groan. Turning his head until his lips are sliding along Castiel’s ear as he whispers, “Our first time, I want you inside me.”

Pleasure rockets up Castiel’s spine at the words alone. If only Dean knew they were just days from being together that way. He buries his face in Dean’s neck while he clings to him and comes to the mental image of sliding inside Dean’s body for the first time.

“Jesus, Cas,” Dean comments breathlessly as he watches Castiel ride out his orgasm. “That was hot.”

Boneless and relaxed in the aftermath, Castiel just wants to go to sleep. But the heavy weight of Dean’s erection pressing into his hip in tiny motions gets him moving. He shoves Dean back against the couch and tugs his pajama pants down before bending over and mouthing along the side of Dean’s dick.

Dean clamps both his hands over his mouth to stifle his moaning and then, when it’s still too loud, he puts a pillow over his face.

Castiel’s knows he's not very good at this. Dean has learned to be very still and Castiel has to be very careful or unfortunate mood killing things occur, like gagging or biting.

Castiel’s frustrated by it. He tried the internet, but Sam banned Castiel from using his laptop after he found How to Give a Blow Job in the browser history. Castiel had to invest in an IPhone after that. Now that he has the knowledge, he still needs to find stolen time to practice.

Dean’s trembling fingers slide into his hair snapping Castiel back to the present. This kind of thing still doesn’t feel entirely natural since Castiel has resisted being touched for much of his life. Castiel rubs his head back into Dean’s hand before letting Dean guide his mouth over his erection. Dean’s body shifts toward Castiel and the taste of Dean in his mouth settles his nerves enough so that he can implement his new plan of action.

Basically, Castiel’s learned to try not to swallow Dean whole and to use his hands to keep from choking. He’s hasn’t had a chance to discuss it with Dean. But from the way Dean is shaking, flexing his fingers in Castiel’s hair, he assumes it’s a huge improvement over the last time he gave head.

But suddenly Dean’s trying to tug him off. Castiel’s confused as to why but then he hears Dean gasping, “Close, gonna, gonna,” and the last thing Castiel wants to do is pull off. This is going down in the history books as his first successful blow job!

Dean stops scrambling at Castiel's head. With one final buck of his hips Dean's coming down Castiel throat.

It tastes horrible…and Castiel gags. Of course, he always gags.

But then he looks up and sees Dean’s wrecked gaze. He can't stop the pleased smile spreading across his face as he wipes the come off with his already stained pants.

Dean’s looking at him like Castiel just remade the world just for him.

Part 2