Tell me where we go from here 11/?
Chapter 11
Dean woke up as the big spoon with Cas flush against him. Nose buried in the nape of Cas' neck and one arm thrown over him, holding him close, Dean just lay there for a moment in that delicious state between asleep and awake. They hadn't bothered with putting on clothes after they had sex last night and now the hard line of his morning wood pressed against the perfect curve of Cas' butt.
He had sex with Cas, he'd come inside Cas, Dean still had a hard time wrapping his mind around that fact. Maybe it had been just a wet dream. But his cock was very interested in that thought and he was holding a naked Cas in his arms and when Dean shifted just a little bit, purely by accident, his dick slipped in the cleft of Cas ass.
With a groan Dean buried his nose deeper into the short hair of Cas' neck.
"Dean?" Cas mumbled, voice still sleep-heavy. "What are you doing?" He asked but didn't move. He did nothing to indicate if he wanted Dean to stop or to continue so Dean rocked against him experimentally, his cock slipping between the firm globes of Cas' butt.
"I like waking up like this." Dean placed a kiss on Cas' neck.
"Me too." Cas answered and angled his head to give Dean more access. Dean didn't have to be told twice and kissed and sucked his way up and down Cas' neck. He moved his hips slowly, just enjoying the feeling of riding Cas like this without penetrating him. It had been Cas' first time bottoming and he was probably sore and they would need lube for more anyway and for the life of his Dean couldn't remember where he'd left the bottle yesterday.
Cas hummed under his ministration. When he shifted Dean thought that was it for today but then Cas held up the missing bottle.
"You sure?" Dean asked, taking the bottle from his hand.
"I'm sure." Cas answered and wiggled his butt against Dean's groin.
Dean had to reach down and squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from coming all over Cas' butt just like this, which wouldn't be a bad thing but if he had the chance to come inside Cas, it was worth holding back for a little while.
With lubed fingers Dean reached down and at this touch Cas tensed up briefly.
"Okay?" Dean asked and waited for Cas' answer before he dared to go farther. Cas was probably sore and this wasn't a good idea but to his surprise Cas nodded eagerly.
"Go on." He said and pressed down on Dean's finger until the tip slipped through the ring of muscles. Cas was still loose and there were still traces of come and lube in him. That thought alone drove Dean nuts.
He lined up and slowly pushed forwards, keeping a close eye on Cas' reaction. He didn't want to hurt him but Cas let him in easily and by now he was breathing hard with his head bowed and hips pushing against Dean to take him deeper.
Dean held him close with his hand spread over Cas' chest. Lying on their sides he didn't have the right angle to fuck him hard like he wanted to and that was probably be a good thing.
Cas was hot and tight around him and Dean still couldn't believe that he could have this. That he was actually inside of Cas. It only took Dean a few shallow thrusts before his body went rigid. He bit down on the meat of Cas' shoulder, fingernails digging into his chest, and pumped his release into the tight heat of Cas around him.
"Cas." He breathed his name and kissed the tender spot where he'd left teethmarks on Cas' skin. He licked and kissed it better while the last aftershocks of his orgasm ripped through him.
Catching his breath he remembered that he hadn't taken care of Cas so far so he reached down to give Cas the attention he deserved. Only to find his cock softening already.
"You came?" Dean asked in awe and carefully slipped out. "I made you come two times in a row without a touch? I'm awesome."
"You are awesome." Cas said and shifted to get out of bed. "But I think I need a shower now."
Propped up on one elbow Dean watched him. Cas didn't seem to get the concept of shame so he moved around the room as if he wasn't butt naked. Not that Dean minded the view, quite the opposite. However, when Cas reached for the door, he had to stop him.
"Take at least the robe." He nodded towards said robe hanging over the chair. "You don't want to scare Sam." It was a fun thought but he didn't want his brother and his lover getting uncomfortable around each other. And had he just thought of Cas as his lover? Awesome. Dean grinned to himself while he watched Cas putting on the robe. It was almost as sexy as watching him getting out of clothes.
When Cas had left Dean reached for the towel they had used earlier to clean himself and then he dropped back into bed. He wanted to wait for Cas to finish his shower and then have his own. One day they should try out showering together but he didn't want to push Cas. It was a miracle that they had anal sex two times already and he should give him some time to recover. Cas was unexperienced with the butt stuff, Dean had to keep that in mind, and he would get sore if they did too much too fast and that was the last thing he wanted. On the other hand, Cas was an angel, he probably wouldn't get sore. Or could heal himself in an instant. At least that was what he used to do. Nowadays Dean wasn't so sure about Cas abilities anymore.
Shaking off those thoughts Dean turned around, face buried in the covers that still held Cas scent. He inhaled deeply and only hoped that Sam would never find out that he sniffed Cas' scent off the covers.
Dean snuggled deeper into the warmth Cas had left behind but was wary of the wet spot, he didn't want to lay in cold spunk, that was so not sexy. With that thought in mind he reached around to locate the spot he wanted to avoid but he couldn't find it.
"Uh?" He made now way more awake. He lifted the blanket, now determined to find it. But there was nothing. Old strains from their activities in the evening and a bit on Dean's side from when he'd pulled out but nothing indicating that Cas had come at all.
Cas didn't come. Stunned by that realization Dean couldn't breathe for a moment. Sure it would have been amazing if Cas could come just from Dean fucking him but that wasn't the norm, he knew that. That was the reason Dean had reached around to jack Cas the rest of the way, it was the normal thing to do. So why had Cas left him with the impression that he'd already come? Did he feel obliged to come only from anal stimulation?
The question Cas had asked the other day came to mind. They had never really talked about it, Dean had never answered the question. By now his answer should be clear to Cas, at least which position he preferred, but they had never talked about Cas' preferences. So maybe bottoming wasn't his thing. Which would be okay with Dean, bottoming wasn't his favorite thing in the world either, he needed to be in the right mood for that, but there was lots of other stuff they could do. They would find a way to work around that and find something they both enjoyed. But they needed to talk about this, Dean realized and wondered why Cas hadn't said a word.
No, that wasn't all, he had outright lied to Dean and that was not okay, not when it came to something like this.
Cas was back a few minutes later, hair still damp from his shower but he only stayed long enough to get dressed before he left again. He didn't bother with his tie and coat and Dean didn't know what to think of that either. He hoped it was because Cas felt comfortable, maybe even at home, in the bunker by now but he didn't know.
Cas didn't say a word about their earlier activities, only confirmed that he wasn't sore when Dean asked him and then he left, leaving a very confused Dean behind.
With a sigh Dean rolled out of bed and went to take his own shower.
By the time he was ready for a coffee, Sam and Cas were engrossed in their work. Dean joined them but couldn't keep his mind on the pages. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Cas but as far as he could tell, everything was normal. He looked the same as yesterday, minus the tie and that really was a thing he would never get used to. He acted the same. When he looked up and their eyes met, Dean saw the warmth, maybe even love, in those blue eyes. He looked at him like Dean was the most precious thing in the world.
After a while Dean gave up, this geek stuff wasn't his anyway.
"I'm driving into town." He announced and forced himself to look at Sam for a change. "You need anything?"
Both shook their heads and Dean bolted for his car. He needed to get away for a moment, he needed time to think. He would have a talk to Cas but that had to wait until they were alone. There were things Sam didn't need to know, he already knew too much for Dean's liking. When Dean had entered the library Sam had greeted him with a grin that clearly said he had noticed where Cas had slept and for sure he knew that they had done more than sleeping. That little bitch.
The purring of his car calmed Dean down and he kept his mind busy with making a mental shopping list. Cas was eating now which wasn't a good thing but Dean was determined to make the best out of a bad situation. However, he had no idea what Cas liked. Hamburgers came to mind but that had been his vessel's need and not his own, if Dean remembered correctly.
Dean was sure he could put together a decent meal Cas would enjoy and if he threw in a salad as well Sam would be happy too and everything would be fine. Dean shook his head and brought the Impala to a halt in front of the only grocery store in town. The owner, an elderly woman going by the name of Margret, had become somewhat of a friend by now and he was looking forward to a little chat with her. It would get his mind off the things he didn't want to think about. And he would get the newest town's gossip which was at least entertaining despite the fact the he didn't know most of the people she was talking about. He didn't care who got a divorce or who was expecting or who had been caught smoking pot but it was a slice of normal and he soaked it up every time he visited the store. Margret had picked up on that very quickly and for sure she enjoyed providing the town's gossip to somebody who didn't already know.
Dean took his time to pick up the things he needed and then spent almost half an hour just chatting with Margret. It was just a bit after noon and most of the townspeople enjoyed their lunch at this time so Dean was the only customer.
By now he was known in town, he was here often enough, but people still wondered about Sam who could be seen only sporadically and Dean wondered when they would start talking about Cas. So far Cas hadn't been in town but it was probably a good idea to take him with him on his shopping trips. Just to get out of the bunker once in a while.
Keeping that thought in mind Dean left the store and headed back home.
Sam and Cas had been busy in his absence and presented him an insane plan. On the other hand, when had a plan of theirs hadn't been insane?
"Claire Novak?"
Chapter 12
Masterpost