Tell me where we go from here 3/?
Chapter 3
When Cas kissed him and said that he wanted Dean and when he kissed him some more, Dean just wanted to throw him on the bed that was conveniently there and just take him.
"Stay." Dean said. He'd waited so long for this, had dreamed about this in his weak, lonely nights but never had he thought that he could have this. That he could have Cas.
So yeah, maybe it was the lingering effect of his demon nature or just horniness in general but he was moving them over to the bed until the edge nudged Cas in the knees and he had to sit down.
Cas stretched out willingly and Dean was on top of him a second later, covering him with his body. They never broke the kiss and damn was Cas a good kisser, while their roaming hands tried to explore every inch of the other one.
"Dean." Cas breathed, arching under Dean's touch and wasn't that the most beautiful thing Dean had ever seen. Cas was getting hard, Dean could feel it through too many layers of clothes. But then Cas' hand found it's way to Dean's crotch and everything else was forgotten.
Cas was touching him. The warmth of his hand seeped through the denim, his hand firm against Dean. It was more awkward fumbling than anything else, Cas had clearly never touched a dick before, probably not even his own, but the fact alone that it was Cas touching him pushed Dean over the edge.
"Dammit, Cas." Dean buried his face in the crook of Cas' neck, still breathing hard and not in the slightest embarrassed about how quickly he'd creamed his pants. "Haven't come like this since I was a teen."
"You're beautiful when you come." Cas said in that blunt way of his. He lay perfectly still under Dean and it took him a moment to realize that he could still feel the hard line of Cas' erection against his hip.
Dean rolled off him.
"May I?" He asked, hand on the inner side of Cas' thigh.
"Please." Cas bucked his hip under his touch. Dean opened his fly and reached inside until he could close his hand around Cas. Then he needed a moment to process the fact that he was holding Cas' dick in his hand.
Cas watched him with thoughtful eyes and slowly Dean moved his hand. He didn't know how Cas liked his handjobs but he was sure he could figure it out. He worked his length in long even strokes, thumb circling the head now and then and the way Cas' panted and bucked under him he wasn't doing too badly. It had been way too long since he'd done this properly.
Dean had sex with men while he'd been a demon but then he hadn't really cared about his partners. He had made sure to get them off as well but that had been it. With Cas it was different, he wanted to make it good for him.
"Cas." He brought their lips together for a deep kiss, tongue darting out and sinking into the heat of Cas' mouth while he never stopped working his erection.
"Dean, I ... I ..." Cas chanted before he spilled his release over Dean's hand.
"I got you, I got you." He peppered Cas' throat with little kisses, grinning against the bobbing Adam's apple while the shocks of his orgasm ripped through the angel's body.
Spent they stretched out next to each other, content with just lying there for a moment.
"That was ..." Cas had to swallow thickly. "That was good."
"I sure hope so." Dean smacked him playfully in the shoulder.
He was lying in bed with Cas. He was lying fucked out in bed with Cas. Dean couldn't stop grinning.
"How do we proceed from here?" Cas finally asked and crashed them back to reality with that.
Dean would have liked to just set Cas up here with him, sleeping together in one bed from now on with mind blowing sex every night. But thinking about it, it might not be a good idea. He didn't want to fuck this up, not this, so they probably shouldn't rush things. They were both not exactly experts on the whole relationship thing and he wasn't sure if Cas knew about the logistics of sex between men. He didn't want to scare him off with stuff he wasn't comfortable with. They had time, no need to hurry.
And there was Sam. Dean didn't know if he even knew that Dean was interested in men as well. He had the suspicion that Sam had figured it out years ago but they'd never really talked about this so he didn't know if his brother just chose to turn a blind eye on Dean's sex life or if he was in fact clueless.
He wasn't sure how Sam would react to him being with Cas either, because c'mon, this was Cas and at the moment Dean wasn't even sure if this thing with Cas was heading where he wanted it to head so it was probably a good idea to not throw it in Sam's face just yet.
"I'd like you to stay here in the bunker." Dean finally answered. "We have plenty of free rooms." He watched Cas closely, trying to figure out what the angel was thinking. He was wearing his usual blank expression, confused mixed with mildly curious. Not exactly helpful.
"I don't want to rush this." Dean said. "I want to figure this out properly."
Cas nodded to that.
"And there is Sam." Cas added after a thoughtful moment.
"And there is Sam." Dean repeated and dropped back to his back, looking up at the ceiling.
"What will he think of this?" Cas asked. "Of us?"
"I have no idea." Dean admitted and that frightened him a little bit. He had lived for years with just not mentioning it and it had worked out just fine. But if this thing between him and Cas worked out, and he really hoped it would, it would be right in Sam's face and even a Winchester couldn't master that degree of denial and pretend it wasn't there.
For now they set Cas up in his own room, there were more than enough empty rooms around, and while Cas unpacked the few things he owned Dean went to get him some stuff. A memory foam mattress was a must but he also got him extra pillows and a blanket and a really fluffy rug just because.
When he came home from his trip Sam was finally awake, he'd been so exhausted he hadn't even noticed when Dean had tucked him in like he'd done when they had been little. Which felt like a millennia ago.
Cas had sent Hannah away by then, too. Dean had no idea what he'd told her but there was still stuff going on in heaven and Hannah was needed there. Cas wouldn't be much help up there anyway, they all knew it but Dean would never tell him that to the face, so he was glad when Hannah left without trying to persuade Cas to come with her. Dean wasn't sure if he liked her or not but she had gained points for that. And he couldn't really blame her for asking Cas to kill him back then, they had been at war and Dean had fucked up royally, so yeah …
He forced himself to think of something different, like where to put the rug. Directly in front of the bed or more into the room?
"I like it when you're nesting." Sam commented from the door and Dean just glared at him. Considering the fact that Cas had wings and he was making a home for him here ... he wasn't sure if he liked the implications.
The next few days were a hazy blur of stolen kisses and secret snuggling, not that Dean was that into stuff like that but it turned out that Cas was a snuggler. Whenever they sat together he liked to sneak an arm around Dean and rest his head on his shoulder. Sometimes he played with the hair in Dean's neck. Dean wasn't sure what to think of that, it was nice but he'd never been one to show affection this openly, but for now he let Cas do whatever he wanted because it was just awesome that Cas wanted to do stuff with him in the first place.
There were some close calls, though. They had agreed on not telling Sam just yet so they had to have their ears out constantly. And Dean found out that it was really hard to listen for Sam's footsteps while he had his tongue down Cas throat. However, they always managed to get far enough apart in time to look innocent.
One time Sam came into the library and Dean could barley hide his erection behind a stack of books on the table. He was sure that Sam would call them out on their little farce but then he was mumbling something about something he had forgotten somewhere and was out of the room a second later.
"You think he noticed?" Dean whispered over to Cas when he was sure that Sam as out of earshot. Cas shook his head but didn't seem to be sure. However, looking at Cas with his hair even mussier than usual and his lips still wet and swollen from their kissing Sam was forgotten in an instant.
It would probably be the easiest way if they just let Sam catch them, Dean thought but that didn't seem right. Cas was not a dirty little secret. If he did this, he wanted to do this right, which meant telling Sam because he wanted to tell him and not because he had to when Sam caught them with their hands down each other's pants.
With Cas constantly there Dean never really got his head out of the gutter. Since their first time with rutting off against each other and a quick handjob they hadn't done more than kissing and cuddling and Dean would go stir crazy if that went on for much longer. Cas hadn't really initiated more and Dean didn't want to bring it up too soon and with Sam around it only got more complicated.
They needed to get out of the bunker, Dean decided.
"Find us something to do." He said one morning over breakfast.
Sam didn't look so fond of that idea, Dean didn't have to be a mind reader to know what was going on in his brother's head, but it still stung when Sam bluntly asked if Dean was ready for a job.
In the end Sam promised to look out for something and that was all Dean was asking for.
"We should tell him." Cas said when Sam had left the kitchen.
"Yeah." Dean had thought about that for days now. The thing he had with Cas felt real. But admitting it to Sam would bring it out in the open and he wasn't sure if it was already strong enough for that.
"I'm going to tell him." Dean set his jaw and went over to the library to find out what Sam thought about him being with a man in general and about him being with Cas in particular.
He fidgeted around for quite a while and was about to call it off when he finally opened his mouth and told Sam.
His brother looked up from his laptop with quite an amused expression.
"Finally." He said. "Took you two long enough to figure it out." Then he turned back to the laptop.
Dean just stood there stunned for a whole minute.
"You knew?"
"About you and Cas?" Sam raised an eyebrow to that. "Dean, the whole world knew."
"And you're okay with it?" Dean couldn't believe this.
"Of course not." Sam glared at him but couldn't suppress the fond smile tucking at the corners of his mouth. "Can't you see me raging and spitting?" He shook his head in amusement. "Dean, it's great that you're together. I'm happy for you."
Dean just stared at him, trying to figure out if he was still joking. The last part had sounded suspiciously genuine.
"Dean." Sam let out a sigh but took pity on him. "I know, okay? I know you like men and I know you like Cas. And that's totally fine with me."
"You're an awesome brother, you know that?"
"Took you long enough to notice that one too."
Chapter 4
Masterpost