Tell me where we go from here 39/?
Chapter 39
It was late in the night and Dean was tired so he didn't notice the light in their room when the Impala rolled to a halt in front of the building. And in his defense, neither did Sam. They did notice it when they turned towards the door, though.
They had their guns in hand and were in position on both sides of the door a heartbeat later, years of practice taking over. Dean locked eyes with his brother to time their attack but then Sam's gaze wandered somewhere over his shoulder. He frowned but then a wide grin spread over his face and he lowered his gun.
"What?" Dean mouthed, not willing to turn and let the door completely out of their line of sight. But Sam straightened up and put the gun back in his waistband and now Dean felt stupid with his gun still aimed at the closed door. Slowly he straightened up as well but he wasn't willing to give up his gun just yet.
Sam nodded at something farther down the lot, that stupid grin still in place.
Reluctantly Dean did turn around now, if he got shot in the back it would totally be Sam's fault, and at first he didn't see anything. The parking lot lay mostly in the dark with only a few cars sitting there. But then he noticed something familiar.
"Is that ...?" It couldn't be. He wasn't supposed to be here.
"You know anybody else driving a pimpster car like that?"
It could be a different car, he thought, they weren't that common.
Suddenly the door behind him opened and out of reflex Dean swirled around and raised his gun.
"Do you want to stand out here the whole night?" Cas asked, completely unimpressed by the gun in his face. Dean hurried to put it away.
"What are you doing here?" Dean growled at him, anger building up in him. "I could have shot you."
They went inside before the neighbors could complain about the noises in the middle of the night.
"I wanted to surprise you." Cas said. When he reached the middle of the room he turned, facing the brothers, and spread his arms. "Surprise."
Next to him Sam almost lost it, barely holding back the laughter, and for some reason that fueled the anger building up in Dean. It was the Mark, he knew that. He never really liked surprises, they were rarely good ones, and the Mark had only strengthened that feeling.
Maybe sensing that something was off Cas tilted his head, his blue eyes piercing right into his soul. Then the angel made two quick steps forward that brought him nose to nose with Dean. He took Dean's head in both hands and then their lips met. After what had happened the last time Dean expected something chaste, just a quick welcome peck on the lips, especially with Sam standing right next to them, but Cas had nothing of that.
His tongue darted out, almost forcing its way between Dean's lips and more out of surprise than anything else Dean opened up to it. Teeth clicked against teeth and Cas' tongue routed around his mouth as if it wanted to map out every last corner. Surprised by that aggressive kiss Dean just let it happen for a moment. His back bumped into the door and Cas' hands were firmly on his shoulders, holding him in place. Who knew the angel was so possessive.
With Cas practically eating him alive Dean tried his best to give contra. He was the more experienced kisser here and he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He caught Cas' bottom lip between his teeth and gave it an experimental tug. Cas groaned in response and Dean bit down harder. Looked like Cas liked it a bit rough.
Dean brought his hands up to cup Cas' head with one and roam his back with the other one. Cas wasn't wearing his coat so there was only the thin layer of his shirt separating them. Dean felt the muscles in his back working under his hand with ever move Cas made.
One of Dean's legs found its way between Cas', bringing their groins together with some delicate friction. Dean couldn't help it and rubbed his growing erection against Cas' hip who responded the same way.
With Cas still pressing him against the door Dean's movement was restricted and for an insane moment he hoped that Cas would just fuck him like this. With his angelic strength he shouldn't have a problem holding Dean up and fucking him right through the door.
But then something interrupted that thought.
"Guys!" Sam shouted and for some reason he almost sounded desperate. And he did sound as if that wasn't the first time he'd tried to get their attention.
Dizzy Dean let his head fall forward to rest his forehead on Cas' shoulder. He needed to catch his breath for a moment but the reminder that his brother was still with them in the room put quite a damper on his mood.
"I'm sorry, Sam." Cas said and stepped back. Dean stayed where he was for a moment longer, he needed the door in his back for support, he didn't quite trust his legs right now. One look at Cas' messy hair and his from kissing swollen lips perked his interest but then Sam cleared his throat quite loudly again. Right.
"I'll get myself another room." Sam announced and waited for Dean step away from the entrance.
"That won't be necessary." Cas spoke up. "You already have a room with two beds, I don't require sleep anymore."
"It stinks like sex in here." Sam wrinkled his nose. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone and get myself a room. At the other end of the building."
Dean watched his brother hastily gabbing his stuff and then stumbling out of the door with a bundle of clothes in his arms.
"I think we scarred him for life." Dean said when the door closed behind Sam, a sleeve of one of his shirts still tuck in the door without him noticing. Dean waited a moment but Sam didn't come back for his shirt so Dean opened the door a crack to get it. He caught a glimpse of his brother who had dumped his stuff on the hood of the Impala and was now busy stuffing everything in his bag. Without saying a word Dean just picked up the shirt and closed the door.
"I didn't mean to harm Sam." Cas said, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Whatever had come over him a minute ago was gone and now he looked like a lost puppy.
"Don't worry about him." Dean stepped closer and laid his hands on Cas shoulders. "Where were we?"
Not sure what Cas had in mind for later Dean just picked up where they'd left off and claimed Cas' mouth again. Cas was instantly back on board with that idea and suddenly there were way to many layers of clothes between them.
"How do you want to do this?" Dean asked breathlessly into the soft skin at Cas' pulse point. They had managed to get rid of their shirts and now Dean dropped his hands to Cas' belt but hesitated, waiting for Cas' answer.
"I want you in me." Came the answer, prompt and sure, and that was all Dean needed. He sucked a bruise on his throat, just because he could, and blindly worked on the belt and the zipper.
It took some struggling, neither of them willing to part long enough to get undressed properly, but finally they dropped on Dean's bed naked in a heap of limbs. By now Dean's erection was back full force, standing proud and leaking, but Cas was not even half-way there.
Determined to change that, Dean cupped him with his hand, his palm still easily covering his private parts. There was an interested twitch and Dean went to work, stroking Cas to full hardness.
"Fuck me." Cas breathed into his ear and slung his arms and legs around Dean, almost forcing him into position between his legs. Dean had to let go of the idea of any foreplay but if Cas wanted it like this, Dean was the last one to complain.
The angel let him come up only far enough for a quick one finger prep and then brought him back in position by wrapping his limbs around him again.
"I'm ready."
"Just tell me if ..." Dean started to push against the ring of muscles but kept a worried eye on his partner's face. He didn't want to hurt Cas.
Cas shook his head in annoyance and then dug his heels in Dean's lower back, pushing him in all the way in one swift move.
"Holy shit." Dean gritted out, overwhelmed by the feeling of Cas hot and tight around him. His head dropped on Cas' chest, he needed a moment to compose himself or he would come just like this.
"You can move." Cas said and clenched his muscles around Dean's dick still buried to the hilt in him. Dean bit into his pec just to stop himself from coming and when he heard the groan coming from Cas in response, he bit harder.
Cas' hands were on him now, stroking the back of his head and over his back, while Cas made soothing noises.
Slowly Dean rolled his hips, just enjoying the feeling of being inside Cas. That he was allowed to do this was still a miracle to him.
Then he bottomed out an inch or two and thrust back in. Cas arched under him at that so he did it again.
It didn't take long before Dean came, spurting his come deep into Cas, marking him from the inside. With a sigh he dropped bonelessly on top of his angel who welcomed him in his arms.
Dean was more than ready to just doze off but he couldn't remember if Cas came this time and that thought brought him back from the brink of sleep. And he should probably slip out before it became uncomfortable.
With a grunt Dean rolled off and now he could clearly tell that Cas hadn't come. His cock was half-hard but there was no evidence of his release on his body or Dean's.
"I'll take care of you." Dean promised with a kiss and reached for Cas.
"You don't have to." Cas kissed him again but then looked him in the eye.
"I want to." Dean wrapped his fingers around his cock.
"I don't want you to." Cas clarified and grabbed his wrist, prying his hand off him.
"Why?" Was the only question Dean could come up with. The way Cas had greeted him had washed away all his worries but now they crashed back in like a tsunami. Cas didn't want this. Didn't want him. And he had ... oh, god, what had he done?
"It's okay." Cas assured him and brought Dean's hand up to his mouth to kiss his knuckles. "I enjoyed this."
There was something odd about the way he phrased it but Dean's mind was stuck on the part that Cas didn't want him to get him off. This was not how it worked. Sex was supposed to be a give and take but so far Cas had been the one giving and Dean had just greedily taken whatever he could get.
"Cas." He started but had no idea what he wanted to say.
"Dean, it's okay." He repeated and then brought their lips together for another kiss. "We're good."
They weren't, not really, but Cas insisted that they were and that Dean should sleep now.
The bed wasn't big enough for two grown men so Cas lay down on the bed that had been Sam's with his face turned towards Dean. Oddly enough Dean fell asleep only minutes later.
Chapter 40
Masterpost