Cheeseburgers and Pie (Chapter 14)
Jo and Ash walk out, leaving Dean startled in the kitchen chair. Eventually he pulls himself up and climbs the stairs, trying to rehearse what to say as he goes. He enters Castiel’s room but it’s empty. Dean sighs heavily in relief and thanks the universe for giving him a little more time as he turns to go to his own room. He crosses the threshold and immediately curses the universe as he sees Castiel crouched in front of his bookshelf, examining the last of Dean’s records.
“You can’t really go wrong with Darkside of the Moon.” Dean starts, noting the record Castiel is holding.
Castiel stands up stiffly and turns, his eyes wide in surprise at being caught, but then they go dark and his mouth forms a thin line. Still angry then. “Apologies,” Castiel says as he puts the record away stiffly and makes to leave. Dean blocks his exit and Castiel huffs in frustration. “Dean, I have to study.”
“I know you don’t. We don’t have class tomorrow, remember?” Dean and Castiel had made their schedules so that they coordinated together last semester, that way they would have more time to spend hanging out and studying.
“Regardless, there are things to do.” Castiel pushes forward again but Dean holds strong.
“Cas,” Dean starts.
“Don’t Dean.” Castiel steps backwards and crosses his arms. He won’t meet Dean’s gaze, but at least he isn’t trying to leave anymore. Dean closes the door behind him and steps forward into the room. Castiel steps back again in response.
“Cas, you don’t understand.” Dean’s voice is pleading but Castiel looks up harshly. His eyes are brimmed with tears and his face is contorted in a ferocious look.
“I do. I understand that it was a party, and you were a little drunk. I understand that you didn’t mean for it to happen and I understand that I should let it go at that. I understand that you’re sorry I saw that and I understand that you don’t want to avoid me anymore.” Castiel is barking these words at him as tears start spilling over, but there’s a sharp edge to his voice, one that makes the words hurt Dean more with each sentence. “I understand because it’s all anyone has been telling me, I accept that it didn’t come from you because you can’t talk about your feelings unless you’re inebriated and apparently you can’t act on them unless you are either.” Dean opens his mouth to speak but Castiel raises a hand to stop the words, “Dean, I don’t care anymore.” The tears have stopped and Castiel’s tone has gone from harsh to tired, “I do understand. You and Jo are good for each other.” At these words Castiel lets out a ragged breath and steps forward to reach for the door. Dean snaps out of his shock and grabs Castiel’s wrist tightly.
“No.” Castiel sniffles and looks up into Dean’s eyes sharply. “Cas, you, you don’t understand.”
“Dean,” Castiel’s voice is angry again but Dean can’t find the words to make him stop, so he pulls his friend towards him roughly and kisses him instead. It’s a collision of faces more than a kiss, really. Dean pulls Castiel towards him and forces their mouths together, bumping his lip on Castiel’s teeth hard enough to make both of them grunt in pain, but he doesn’t break it until he feels Castiel’s muscles relax against him. Castiel pulls back and Dean lets him go. He stares at the floor and brings his hand to cover his mouth. He starts shaking his head and when Dean reaches out to him he jerks his shoulder back. “Why would you do that?” It’s almost a whisper, but Dean hears it.
“Because I can’t make you listen.” Dean says and Castiel knits his eyebrows together in confusion. “I don’t like Jo. Not like that, I haven’t liked her like that for years. And no, the feelings didn’t just magically come back after a few shots. I -“ Dean growls sharply and runs his fingers through his hair, “I was really horny.” Castiel snorts and looks at him skeptically, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “Not, not from her. She just, she was drunk and I was horny and that’s why we kissed. That’s it. I wasn’t thinking about her.”
Castiel uncrosses him arms and shifts on his feet, “Dean, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying, Cas,” Dean steps forward again into Castiel’s personal space and Castiel doesn’t back down, “that it was you. It’s been you for a while now.”
Castiel’s face goes hard as he steps back again, hitting his heels on the edge of the bed. “That’s not funny Dean.”
“I’m not trying to be funny.” Dean reaches out to Castiel, but Castiel brings his hand up and curls it into a fist, his first swing misses Dean’s jaw, but just barely. “Woah, Cas! What the fuck!”
“You son of a bitch.” Castiel growls as he advances, this time pushing Dean back towards the wall. “I can’t believe you! I’ve been dealing with this shit for almost a year and you decide now to just - are you- Jesus fucking Christ Dean!” As he advances, he stops trying to punch Dean and pushes him violently instead. He slams back against the wall with Castiel’s face inches from his own, hands stretching out the cotton in his t-shirt as Castiel holds him against it. “You can’t kiss Jo. Then a week and a half later come crawling to me telling me it was a mistake. Do you think it’s funny? Is this some kind of joke all of you set up? I never should have told Sam or Jo anything!”
“This isn’t their fault!” Dean’s calm has broken and he’s yelling now.
“Bullshit! You planned this, this ‘make a fool of Castiel’ is old and tiresome and, and it fucking hurts. I trusted you!” Castiel’s eyes are shining with unshed tears and Dean can’t hold back any longer.
“Castiel, stop being a dick for about four seconds and listen to me!” Dean screams in his friend’s face. “I think I’m in love with you!” Dean swallows hard and holds his breath for the reaction. Castiel loosens his grip on the front of his shirt and steps back slightly, tilting his head in confusion.
“You think you love me?” Castiel says, voice rising in suspicion.
“No. You still aren’t listening,” Dean steps forward slowly and grabs Castiel’s waist. Castiel stiffens but doesn’t move out of the touch. “I know I love you. That’s never been the question. I said,” Dean leans in closely and presses his forehead to Castiel’s. Castiel lets his eyes flutter shut as Dean drops his hand to cradle a sharp hipbone. “I said, that I think I’m in love with you.”
“But why,” Castiel whispers, his breath ghosting over Dean’s lips, “why are you doing this now?”
“I guess I finally got the push I needed.” Dean nuzzles his nose gently into Castiel’s cheek and Castiel lets out a low sigh.
“How long?” Castiel pulls back and locks his eyes fiercely onto Dean’s.
“Remember that night I was researching for that paper and you brought me food?” Castiel nods his head, “then. That was when it started I think.” They’re still standing close, but the tension hasn’t lifted enough for Dean to think Castiel would respond to something more than this. “What about you?”
“If I’m honest, that first night, after you gave me that pie.” Dean chuckles a little, remembering the look on Castiel’s face. They both laugh now, and the mood shifts as Castiel’s snickers die off. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was too afraid of losing you as a friend if it didn’t work out.” Castiel steps forward again and pushes Dean back up against the wall but stop his lips inches from Dean’s.
“Are you afraid now?” Castiel whispers against his face. Dean shakes his head and Castiel pushes into the gap between them and kisses Dean with everything he has. Castiel presses his hands under Dean’s shirt and Dean feels those long fingers move over his stomach, feels Castiel rake his fingernails along the skin of his back gently and Castiel licks at his bottom lip. He gasps slightly at the contact and Castiel moves forward a little more, trapping Dean against the wall, pinning him back at his shoulders and hips. Castiel threads a leg in between Dean’s and presses his thigh upwards making Dean groan into his mouth. Castiel grinds gently down against Dean’s increasingly hard cock, not enough pressure to be a relief but just enough to make a difference. Dean’s groan turns almost to a whine and he feels Castiel smile against his lips.
“Tease,” Dean whispers and Castiel thrusts his hips forward hard once and nips at his bottom lip.
“Don’t you think you deserve it.” Castiel smiles wickedly up at Dean and Dean flushes slightly at what the hunger in those eyes promises. Castiel works his hands up and Dean lifts his arms to allow Castiel to take his shirt off. Castiel takes a moment and stares at Dean, raking his eyes over every inch of exposed skin and Dean flushes again, the heat of Castiel’s gaze going straight to his gut. Dean reaches out and nearly rips off Castiel’s own shirt. Castiel didn’t get as much sun as Dean that summer, so next to Dean he seems almost pale in comparison, but every inch of his chest is lean muscle, his skin taut over every curve. Dean reaches out and drags his fingers along Castiel’s side hard enough to catch on each rib on the way down. He watches Castiel’s chest flush and goose bumps raise on him arms in smug satisfaction. Castiel notices and grabs Dean’s wrists and pins them to the wall above his head. Dean tries to pry his hands out but Castiel has a death grip on them and Dean’s resolve to get free slips a little more as Castiel nips and kisses his way down Dean’s neck and chest. Castiel drags Dean’s hands down with him until he’s kneeling before Dean. He pauses with his nose at the waistband of Dean’s jeans and looks up into Dean’s eyes. They’re both beyond aroused and as Castiel looks up at him, eyes dark and glazed, Dean can’t help but twitch his hips up slightly, willing Castiel to carry on. Castiel smirks brashly up at him before taking the button into his teeth and working it open, he does the same to his zipper. Dean drops his head back against the wall and tries to hold himself together as Castiel holds both wrists in one hand while he works Dean’s pants and underwear down off of his hips. Castiel pins both hands back against the wall and nips at the skin of Dean’s inner thigh. His hips jerk slightly into the contact and Castiel bites down a little harder in response. Dean lets out a shuddered moan as Castiel licks a stripe on the side of his shaft from base to tip. He drags his lips slowly along the sides of Dean’s swollen cock and gently runs his teeth along the length of it once, twice, and then Den moans loudly and Castiel looks up to find Dean panting against the wall and glaring down at him.
“Cas, please,” Dean is pleading now, not even trying to hide how gone he is. Castiel looks up again with a roguish amusement on his eyes before licking the collecting precome at the tip of Dean’s cock and swallowing down around him. He goes as deep as possible and takes one long drag, pulling out a deep groan from Dean’s throat as Castiel twists his head slightly and pulls away, not breaking eye contact with Dean the entire time. Dean can’t take it anymore and thrusts forward slightly as Castiel’s lips reach the edge of his head, at this pace the arousal in his belly has accumulated so much it hurts, but Castiel isn’t going aggressively enough to bring any relief. It just keeps building up and it’s driving him insane. “Cas, if you don’t stop fucking around soon you’re going to kill me.” Castiel hums softly around the tip of Dean’s cock and the vibrations send another wave of heat crashing over his skin. He’s so warm, from the pooling excitement in his belly to Castiel’s exhales his skin feels like it’s burning off and he needs relief now. He thrusts up again involuntarily at the same moment Castiel swallows him as deeply as possible. Castiel groans a little louder and squeezes Dean’s wrists more firmly against the wall. He takes another quick, heated look up at Dean and then starts working faster, bobbing his head up and down while sucking down as much of Dean as he can manage. He pops off occasionally to lick up the mess of spit and precome that escapes and dribbles down Dean’s shaft. He nuzzles the underside of Dean’s dick and breathes heavily against his balls. Dean feels Castiel’s mouth everywhere all at once and the sensations are too much. He jerks in time with Castiel’s thrusts and Castiel moans and twists and licks in response. The whole this is perfect and not enough and as Dean feels the muscles in his thighs tighten he tries to make a sound to warn Castiel but Castiel is already sensing it, he works faster and harder than ever before and Dean comes with a stifled cry into Castiel’s mouth. Castiel takes a moment to gather himself and then swallows him down with his mouth still wrapped around Dean’s softening cock, working him with his throat muscles through the last of his orgasm. Castiel lets go with a slick pop and makes his way back up Dean’s body, still holding Dean against the wall. Castiel presses wet kisses across Dean’s heaving chest and nuzzles gently into Dean’s neck.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for a while.” Castiel breathes against Dean’s skin.
“Where the hell did you learn that?” Dean groans as Castiel nips at his neck again.
“Gabriel emailed me some,” Castiel coughs lightly and flushes before continuing, “ uh, ‘instructional videos,’ a while back.”
“Dude, you studied porn?” Castiel flushes again and looks up at him sheepishly.
“I didn’t have any previous experience. Gabriel said it would be important in wooing you.” Dean chuckles quietly and shakes his head in disbelief.
“Yeah well, I guess they worked out, huh?” Castiel nods and goes back to sucking on Dean’s pulse point.
“Yes, the pizza man can be quite informative,” Castiel breathes against his skin, “I hope that was more satisfying than your dreams.”
Dean goes red instantly, “how did you know about that?”
“You talk in your sleep,” Castiel nips again playfully at his earlobe and Dean pushes back against Castiel, pulling up his pants slightly so he can walk them both back towards the bed. Castiel moans in approval as Dean bits at the slope of his shoulder and neck. He works them up to the top of the bed and its his turn now to pin down Castiel. He moves his hips up into Castiel and presses down against the answering erection in Castiel’s pants.
“I’ll have to admit, that went better than my dreams.” Castiel lifts a questioning eyebrow and Dean grinds down again. Castiel’s eyes flutter closed and he throws his head back into a pillow. Dean nips at the skin on his exposed neck and works his hand down to scrape his nails along Castiel’s ribs. “That wasn’t the only part of my dream though.” Castiel takes a breath like he’s about to speak but Dean silences him with a hard kiss, all teeth and tongue and mess. There will be time for gentle later, right now he’s desperate to fulfill everything he’d thought about for so long. He works Castiel’s jeans off and grabs for his underwear to find none. Dean looks up quickly at Castiel who responds with a shrug.
“I forgot to do laundry.” Castiel admits and the idea of Castiel going commando all day sends more blood to Dean’s already twitching dick. He grinds down again roughly and runs the material of his jeans along Castiel’s exposed length. Castiel groans softly and arches up into the contact at the same time he thumbs the waistband of Dean’s pants. Dean takes the hint and pushes them off quickly. They take a moment to lock eyes before Dean grinds down again and locks their hips together. They move as one nipping and biting at each other, pressed so closely together the heat is radiating between them. Castiel wraps his legs around Dean’s hips and Dean pulls them both up so he and Castiel are kneeling together, clinging to Castiel’s ass for support. Dean untangles one hand and brings it between them to wrap around both of their cocks, he squeezes once and Castiel shudders against him. “Who’s being the tease now,” Castiel breathes into Dean’s ear. Dean huffs and starts working them both, slowly at first, then building as he starts to thrust his hips in time with his hand. He buries his face in Castiel’s neck and works out the places that are most sensitive. He sucks lightly at the skin covering the edge of Castiel’s jaw and pulls lightly with his teeth on the stubble there. Castiel moans out his name in encouragement and it’s all Dean can do to keep in rhythm. They’re building together faster than Dean had thought possible but it’s intense and too damn hot to stop. Castiel is thrusting wildly on top of him, keeping in time with the motions of Dean’s wrist and babbling nonsense. Castiel starts chanting his name and with each thrust clenches his jaw tighter and tighter until he comes over Dean’s hand. Dean strokes him through it quickly as he works himself with the mess and he spills seconds after Castiel. Castiel slumps over onto Dean’s shoulder and breathes heavily for a few moments.
“That,” Dean croaks, voice strained from holding back his cries, “was better than my dreams.” Castiel huffs lightly into his neck and brings them both down onto Dean’s bed and pulls the covers over them. He slings an arm around Dean’s waist and they drift lazily off to sleep. Sometime during the night he remembers waking slightly to the sound of the private landline Dean had installed in his room for Sam’s calls, but otherwise he sleeps more soundly than he’d ever slept before in his life.
Morning wakes Castiel rudely when a bird chirps a little too close to the window and the sun peeks over the trees just enough to light up the room and hurt his eyes. Confusion rushes over him for a moment as he stares at navy walls instead of his own green, but then the events of last night come flooding back and he smiles to himself. He rubs his eyes and sits up in the bed, “good morning, Dean.” Castiel chimes and turns to find the bed empty. Curious, Castiel gets up and pulls on his pants and searches the house. Dean’s gone and so is the Impala. A sinking feeling forms in Castiel’s stomach and he rushes back up to Dean’s room. He opens the drawers and finds clothes missing along with Dean’s duffle bag. Castiel sits back in shock on the edge of Dean’s bed. He looks out the window towards the rising sun and for the fourth time in his life feels utterly alone.
Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Epilogue |
“You can’t really go wrong with Darkside of the Moon.” Dean starts, noting the record Castiel is holding.
Castiel stands up stiffly and turns, his eyes wide in surprise at being caught, but then they go dark and his mouth forms a thin line. Still angry then. “Apologies,” Castiel says as he puts the record away stiffly and makes to leave. Dean blocks his exit and Castiel huffs in frustration. “Dean, I have to study.”
“I know you don’t. We don’t have class tomorrow, remember?” Dean and Castiel had made their schedules so that they coordinated together last semester, that way they would have more time to spend hanging out and studying.
“Regardless, there are things to do.” Castiel pushes forward again but Dean holds strong.
“Cas,” Dean starts.
“Don’t Dean.” Castiel steps backwards and crosses his arms. He won’t meet Dean’s gaze, but at least he isn’t trying to leave anymore. Dean closes the door behind him and steps forward into the room. Castiel steps back again in response.
“Cas, you don’t understand.” Dean’s voice is pleading but Castiel looks up harshly. His eyes are brimmed with tears and his face is contorted in a ferocious look.
“I do. I understand that it was a party, and you were a little drunk. I understand that you didn’t mean for it to happen and I understand that I should let it go at that. I understand that you’re sorry I saw that and I understand that you don’t want to avoid me anymore.” Castiel is barking these words at him as tears start spilling over, but there’s a sharp edge to his voice, one that makes the words hurt Dean more with each sentence. “I understand because it’s all anyone has been telling me, I accept that it didn’t come from you because you can’t talk about your feelings unless you’re inebriated and apparently you can’t act on them unless you are either.” Dean opens his mouth to speak but Castiel raises a hand to stop the words, “Dean, I don’t care anymore.” The tears have stopped and Castiel’s tone has gone from harsh to tired, “I do understand. You and Jo are good for each other.” At these words Castiel lets out a ragged breath and steps forward to reach for the door. Dean snaps out of his shock and grabs Castiel’s wrist tightly.
“No.” Castiel sniffles and looks up into Dean’s eyes sharply. “Cas, you, you don’t understand.”
“Dean,” Castiel’s voice is angry again but Dean can’t find the words to make him stop, so he pulls his friend towards him roughly and kisses him instead. It’s a collision of faces more than a kiss, really. Dean pulls Castiel towards him and forces their mouths together, bumping his lip on Castiel’s teeth hard enough to make both of them grunt in pain, but he doesn’t break it until he feels Castiel’s muscles relax against him. Castiel pulls back and Dean lets him go. He stares at the floor and brings his hand to cover his mouth. He starts shaking his head and when Dean reaches out to him he jerks his shoulder back. “Why would you do that?” It’s almost a whisper, but Dean hears it.
“Because I can’t make you listen.” Dean says and Castiel knits his eyebrows together in confusion. “I don’t like Jo. Not like that, I haven’t liked her like that for years. And no, the feelings didn’t just magically come back after a few shots. I -“ Dean growls sharply and runs his fingers through his hair, “I was really horny.” Castiel snorts and looks at him skeptically, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “Not, not from her. She just, she was drunk and I was horny and that’s why we kissed. That’s it. I wasn’t thinking about her.”
Castiel uncrosses him arms and shifts on his feet, “Dean, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying, Cas,” Dean steps forward again into Castiel’s personal space and Castiel doesn’t back down, “that it was you. It’s been you for a while now.”
Castiel’s face goes hard as he steps back again, hitting his heels on the edge of the bed. “That’s not funny Dean.”
“I’m not trying to be funny.” Dean reaches out to Castiel, but Castiel brings his hand up and curls it into a fist, his first swing misses Dean’s jaw, but just barely. “Woah, Cas! What the fuck!”
“You son of a bitch.” Castiel growls as he advances, this time pushing Dean back towards the wall. “I can’t believe you! I’ve been dealing with this shit for almost a year and you decide now to just - are you- Jesus fucking Christ Dean!” As he advances, he stops trying to punch Dean and pushes him violently instead. He slams back against the wall with Castiel’s face inches from his own, hands stretching out the cotton in his t-shirt as Castiel holds him against it. “You can’t kiss Jo. Then a week and a half later come crawling to me telling me it was a mistake. Do you think it’s funny? Is this some kind of joke all of you set up? I never should have told Sam or Jo anything!”
“This isn’t their fault!” Dean’s calm has broken and he’s yelling now.
“Bullshit! You planned this, this ‘make a fool of Castiel’ is old and tiresome and, and it fucking hurts. I trusted you!” Castiel’s eyes are shining with unshed tears and Dean can’t hold back any longer.
“Castiel, stop being a dick for about four seconds and listen to me!” Dean screams in his friend’s face. “I think I’m in love with you!” Dean swallows hard and holds his breath for the reaction. Castiel loosens his grip on the front of his shirt and steps back slightly, tilting his head in confusion.
“You think you love me?” Castiel says, voice rising in suspicion.
“No. You still aren’t listening,” Dean steps forward slowly and grabs Castiel’s waist. Castiel stiffens but doesn’t move out of the touch. “I know I love you. That’s never been the question. I said,” Dean leans in closely and presses his forehead to Castiel’s. Castiel lets his eyes flutter shut as Dean drops his hand to cradle a sharp hipbone. “I said, that I think I’m in love with you.”
“But why,” Castiel whispers, his breath ghosting over Dean’s lips, “why are you doing this now?”
“I guess I finally got the push I needed.” Dean nuzzles his nose gently into Castiel’s cheek and Castiel lets out a low sigh.
“How long?” Castiel pulls back and locks his eyes fiercely onto Dean’s.
“Remember that night I was researching for that paper and you brought me food?” Castiel nods his head, “then. That was when it started I think.” They’re still standing close, but the tension hasn’t lifted enough for Dean to think Castiel would respond to something more than this. “What about you?”
“If I’m honest, that first night, after you gave me that pie.” Dean chuckles a little, remembering the look on Castiel’s face. They both laugh now, and the mood shifts as Castiel’s snickers die off. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was too afraid of losing you as a friend if it didn’t work out.” Castiel steps forward again and pushes Dean back up against the wall but stop his lips inches from Dean’s.
“Are you afraid now?” Castiel whispers against his face. Dean shakes his head and Castiel pushes into the gap between them and kisses Dean with everything he has. Castiel presses his hands under Dean’s shirt and Dean feels those long fingers move over his stomach, feels Castiel rake his fingernails along the skin of his back gently and Castiel licks at his bottom lip. He gasps slightly at the contact and Castiel moves forward a little more, trapping Dean against the wall, pinning him back at his shoulders and hips. Castiel threads a leg in between Dean’s and presses his thigh upwards making Dean groan into his mouth. Castiel grinds gently down against Dean’s increasingly hard cock, not enough pressure to be a relief but just enough to make a difference. Dean’s groan turns almost to a whine and he feels Castiel smile against his lips.
“Tease,” Dean whispers and Castiel thrusts his hips forward hard once and nips at his bottom lip.
“Don’t you think you deserve it.” Castiel smiles wickedly up at Dean and Dean flushes slightly at what the hunger in those eyes promises. Castiel works his hands up and Dean lifts his arms to allow Castiel to take his shirt off. Castiel takes a moment and stares at Dean, raking his eyes over every inch of exposed skin and Dean flushes again, the heat of Castiel’s gaze going straight to his gut. Dean reaches out and nearly rips off Castiel’s own shirt. Castiel didn’t get as much sun as Dean that summer, so next to Dean he seems almost pale in comparison, but every inch of his chest is lean muscle, his skin taut over every curve. Dean reaches out and drags his fingers along Castiel’s side hard enough to catch on each rib on the way down. He watches Castiel’s chest flush and goose bumps raise on him arms in smug satisfaction. Castiel notices and grabs Dean’s wrists and pins them to the wall above his head. Dean tries to pry his hands out but Castiel has a death grip on them and Dean’s resolve to get free slips a little more as Castiel nips and kisses his way down Dean’s neck and chest. Castiel drags Dean’s hands down with him until he’s kneeling before Dean. He pauses with his nose at the waistband of Dean’s jeans and looks up into Dean’s eyes. They’re both beyond aroused and as Castiel looks up at him, eyes dark and glazed, Dean can’t help but twitch his hips up slightly, willing Castiel to carry on. Castiel smirks brashly up at him before taking the button into his teeth and working it open, he does the same to his zipper. Dean drops his head back against the wall and tries to hold himself together as Castiel holds both wrists in one hand while he works Dean’s pants and underwear down off of his hips. Castiel pins both hands back against the wall and nips at the skin of Dean’s inner thigh. His hips jerk slightly into the contact and Castiel bites down a little harder in response. Dean lets out a shuddered moan as Castiel licks a stripe on the side of his shaft from base to tip. He drags his lips slowly along the sides of Dean’s swollen cock and gently runs his teeth along the length of it once, twice, and then Den moans loudly and Castiel looks up to find Dean panting against the wall and glaring down at him.
“Cas, please,” Dean is pleading now, not even trying to hide how gone he is. Castiel looks up again with a roguish amusement on his eyes before licking the collecting precome at the tip of Dean’s cock and swallowing down around him. He goes as deep as possible and takes one long drag, pulling out a deep groan from Dean’s throat as Castiel twists his head slightly and pulls away, not breaking eye contact with Dean the entire time. Dean can’t take it anymore and thrusts forward slightly as Castiel’s lips reach the edge of his head, at this pace the arousal in his belly has accumulated so much it hurts, but Castiel isn’t going aggressively enough to bring any relief. It just keeps building up and it’s driving him insane. “Cas, if you don’t stop fucking around soon you’re going to kill me.” Castiel hums softly around the tip of Dean’s cock and the vibrations send another wave of heat crashing over his skin. He’s so warm, from the pooling excitement in his belly to Castiel’s exhales his skin feels like it’s burning off and he needs relief now. He thrusts up again involuntarily at the same moment Castiel swallows him as deeply as possible. Castiel groans a little louder and squeezes Dean’s wrists more firmly against the wall. He takes another quick, heated look up at Dean and then starts working faster, bobbing his head up and down while sucking down as much of Dean as he can manage. He pops off occasionally to lick up the mess of spit and precome that escapes and dribbles down Dean’s shaft. He nuzzles the underside of Dean’s dick and breathes heavily against his balls. Dean feels Castiel’s mouth everywhere all at once and the sensations are too much. He jerks in time with Castiel’s thrusts and Castiel moans and twists and licks in response. The whole this is perfect and not enough and as Dean feels the muscles in his thighs tighten he tries to make a sound to warn Castiel but Castiel is already sensing it, he works faster and harder than ever before and Dean comes with a stifled cry into Castiel’s mouth. Castiel takes a moment to gather himself and then swallows him down with his mouth still wrapped around Dean’s softening cock, working him with his throat muscles through the last of his orgasm. Castiel lets go with a slick pop and makes his way back up Dean’s body, still holding Dean against the wall. Castiel presses wet kisses across Dean’s heaving chest and nuzzles gently into Dean’s neck.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for a while.” Castiel breathes against Dean’s skin.
“Where the hell did you learn that?” Dean groans as Castiel nips at his neck again.
“Gabriel emailed me some,” Castiel coughs lightly and flushes before continuing, “ uh, ‘instructional videos,’ a while back.”
“Dude, you studied porn?” Castiel flushes again and looks up at him sheepishly.
“I didn’t have any previous experience. Gabriel said it would be important in wooing you.” Dean chuckles quietly and shakes his head in disbelief.
“Yeah well, I guess they worked out, huh?” Castiel nods and goes back to sucking on Dean’s pulse point.
“Yes, the pizza man can be quite informative,” Castiel breathes against his skin, “I hope that was more satisfying than your dreams.”
Dean goes red instantly, “how did you know about that?”
“You talk in your sleep,” Castiel nips again playfully at his earlobe and Dean pushes back against Castiel, pulling up his pants slightly so he can walk them both back towards the bed. Castiel moans in approval as Dean bits at the slope of his shoulder and neck. He works them up to the top of the bed and its his turn now to pin down Castiel. He moves his hips up into Castiel and presses down against the answering erection in Castiel’s pants.
“I’ll have to admit, that went better than my dreams.” Castiel lifts a questioning eyebrow and Dean grinds down again. Castiel’s eyes flutter closed and he throws his head back into a pillow. Dean nips at the skin on his exposed neck and works his hand down to scrape his nails along Castiel’s ribs. “That wasn’t the only part of my dream though.” Castiel takes a breath like he’s about to speak but Dean silences him with a hard kiss, all teeth and tongue and mess. There will be time for gentle later, right now he’s desperate to fulfill everything he’d thought about for so long. He works Castiel’s jeans off and grabs for his underwear to find none. Dean looks up quickly at Castiel who responds with a shrug.
“I forgot to do laundry.” Castiel admits and the idea of Castiel going commando all day sends more blood to Dean’s already twitching dick. He grinds down again roughly and runs the material of his jeans along Castiel’s exposed length. Castiel groans softly and arches up into the contact at the same time he thumbs the waistband of Dean’s pants. Dean takes the hint and pushes them off quickly. They take a moment to lock eyes before Dean grinds down again and locks their hips together. They move as one nipping and biting at each other, pressed so closely together the heat is radiating between them. Castiel wraps his legs around Dean’s hips and Dean pulls them both up so he and Castiel are kneeling together, clinging to Castiel’s ass for support. Dean untangles one hand and brings it between them to wrap around both of their cocks, he squeezes once and Castiel shudders against him. “Who’s being the tease now,” Castiel breathes into Dean’s ear. Dean huffs and starts working them both, slowly at first, then building as he starts to thrust his hips in time with his hand. He buries his face in Castiel’s neck and works out the places that are most sensitive. He sucks lightly at the skin covering the edge of Castiel’s jaw and pulls lightly with his teeth on the stubble there. Castiel moans out his name in encouragement and it’s all Dean can do to keep in rhythm. They’re building together faster than Dean had thought possible but it’s intense and too damn hot to stop. Castiel is thrusting wildly on top of him, keeping in time with the motions of Dean’s wrist and babbling nonsense. Castiel starts chanting his name and with each thrust clenches his jaw tighter and tighter until he comes over Dean’s hand. Dean strokes him through it quickly as he works himself with the mess and he spills seconds after Castiel. Castiel slumps over onto Dean’s shoulder and breathes heavily for a few moments.
“That,” Dean croaks, voice strained from holding back his cries, “was better than my dreams.” Castiel huffs lightly into his neck and brings them both down onto Dean’s bed and pulls the covers over them. He slings an arm around Dean’s waist and they drift lazily off to sleep. Sometime during the night he remembers waking slightly to the sound of the private landline Dean had installed in his room for Sam’s calls, but otherwise he sleeps more soundly than he’d ever slept before in his life.
Morning wakes Castiel rudely when a bird chirps a little too close to the window and the sun peeks over the trees just enough to light up the room and hurt his eyes. Confusion rushes over him for a moment as he stares at navy walls instead of his own green, but then the events of last night come flooding back and he smiles to himself. He rubs his eyes and sits up in the bed, “good morning, Dean.” Castiel chimes and turns to find the bed empty. Curious, Castiel gets up and pulls on his pants and searches the house. Dean’s gone and so is the Impala. A sinking feeling forms in Castiel’s stomach and he rushes back up to Dean’s room. He opens the drawers and finds clothes missing along with Dean’s duffle bag. Castiel sits back in shock on the edge of Dean’s bed. He looks out the window towards the rising sun and for the fourth time in his life feels utterly alone.
Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Epilogue |