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Title: Every Breath We Drew Was Hallelujah
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: Public/Outdoor sex.
Summary: Dean's car breaks down whilst on a drive, alone. But he soon finds himself some company.
Every Breath We Drew Was Hallelujah
Summary: Dean’s car breaks down while he’s on a drive, alone. But he soon enough finds himself some company. Dean/Castiel, NC17. Warning: public/outdoor sex.
A/N: I do apologise if Dean or Castiel are out of character at some parts. So please bear with me.
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Dean Winchester loved his music. So much, in fact, he played it full blast down every road and highway, singing along just as loud. In fact, that was what he was doing now. He sang along to some Bon Jovi track as he drove back to the motel. But he was still a good ten miles away when smoke started to appear from under the hood of his car.
“No, no, no, no!!” Dean said, his car slowing and coming to a stop on the edge of a large wooded forest. He switched off his music and he got out the car slamming the door behind him.
“Come on, baby, don’t do this to me now,” he exclaimed, running his hand along the paintwork, before lifting up the bonnet. Smoke came out of it in all directions. He sighed and he took off his coat, putting it on the driver’s seat before going back to the engine. He rolled up his sleeves and he began checking the possible causes. He stuck his head under the bonnet to get a closer look.
“Hello, Dean.”
Dean had never jumped so high in his life, his head smacking off the hood of the car, making him groan in pain. He turned round to see Castiel, his angel, standing there, looking completely calm.
“Cas, what the fuck are you trying to do? Give me a concussion?” he asked, rubbing his head and shutting the bonnet for the moment.
“I do apologise, Dean. I did not mean to startle you,” Castiel said, moving closer. He ran a hand over Dean’s forehead and through his hair, feeling his scalp for any bumps. “No bumps. You will be alright.” He smiled affectionately at Dean. Dean couldn’t help but smile back.
“I’ve missed you, Cas. It’s been almost three weeks since I last saw you,” he said, sitting down on his car. Cas nodded, taking a seat next to Dean.
“I am sorry, but I have had a few jobs to do. My Father’s affairs never cease,” Castiel said, with a sigh. Dean watched him. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“Maybe this will help,” Dean said, leaning in to kiss Castiel, who accepted the kiss, his left hand at the back of Dean’s neck to pull him in even closer. Their tongues met in a fiery embrace, almost tasting each other’s longing on the other’s tongue. Dean pulled back first and looked into his angel’s eyes. He smiled at him.
“That did help. Thank you, Dean,” Castiel said, running his index finger along Dean’s bottom lip, which Dean pressed a kiss to.
“I’m gonna call for some assistance for the car. Can’t leave my baby here ...” Dean said, pulling out his phone and calling for help.
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Castiel was sitting in the passenger’s seat as Dean bellowed down the phone outside the car at some guy, who, from what Cas could make out, didn’t want to come out to help at this time of night because his wife was ovulating and he needed to get home. Dean had made that one very clear when he had shouted it out. Castiel couldn’t help but smile. Dean snapped his phone shut and lay down on the bonnet in frustration. Castiel got out of the car and made his way over to Dean. Dean didn’t look up until Castiel ran his index finger over the crotch of his jeans.
“What are you doing?” Dean growled, playfully. Castiel’s eyes drifted to meet Dean’s.
“I want you.”
Dean laughed. “Come on, Cas. We’re in the middle of nowhere, and we’re outside,” he said, sitting up on the bonnet again.
“I know.”
Dean’s eyes widened. Now, wasn’t this a kinky angel, wanting outdoor sex. But Dean wasn’t about to turn down a session with the angel, as they had become regular occurrences and Dean loved to be able to touch the angel, put his own mark on him as Castiel had done to him. Dean looked around quickly and took Castiel’s hand, pulling him towards the clump of trees at the edge of the woods. Castiel followed, happily, his trenchcoat flapping in the slight breeze as they moved into the shelter of the trees.
When Dean was satisfied they were far enough from the road, he pressed Castiel up against one of the trees before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, tongues touching, causing Castiel to gasp against Dean’s mouth. Their hands grabbed at each other’s bodies, causing them both to moan. Dean’s hand came to Castiel’s throat, tipping his head back to get access to his neck, his tongue licking over his Adam’s apple, which bobbed up and down as Castiel swallowed deeply. Castiel’s shirt was open enough at the top for Dean to get a lick at his collar bone, enjoying the taste of the other man’s skin. His mouth left Castiel and he dropped to his knees in front of him. Castiel watched him, his blue eyes burning into Dean’s beautiful green ones. Dean grabbed his belt and he undid it, along with the button and zip, freeing Castiel’s painfully hard, leaking cock. Dean held it loosely in his fist and began pumping his cock in his hand, watching as Castiel’s eyes closed in pleasure, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before his mouth dropped open.
Dean continued to try and get him off, for a little bit longer, before bringing almost the entire length into his mouth, making Castiel buck forward. Dean almost gagged and pushed Castiel’s hips back against the tree, to hold him in place. Castiel’s moans became more and more, as Dean fucked his mouth on Castiel’s throbbing cock. One hand came away from his hip and slip up under his shirt to his chest, where he took one of Castiel’s nipples between his thumb and index finger and began to rub at it gently. It was all too much for Castiel, who could feel his release coming. But he didn’t get a chance as Dean dropped his cock from his mouth. Castiel growled at Dean, then looked startled that such a noise had come from him.
“I want to fuck you ...” Dean said. He began to pull at his clothes. Castiel moved from the tree, and with a click of his fingers, his clothes fell from his body into a heap at his feet.
“Bastard,” Dean muttered as he managed to get the rest of his clothes off. Castiel took hold of his trenchcoat and laid it out on the dirty ground before lowering Dean down onto it. He reached into the inside pocket of the cream coat and produced a tube of lube, which Dean took from him, squirted onto his fingers and began to prepare Castiel. His fingers slid in and out of the angel’s tight body, stretching him. Cas moaned and writhed about, almost unable to keep still. Once Dean was satisfied he was ready, he let Castiel lube up his cock. He was about to turn Castiel onto his back, but the angel pushed him down and instantly impaled himself on Dean’s cock, a loud cry of ecstasy coming from his lips.
“Oh sweet Lord in Heaven,” Castiel moaned. Dean laughed.
“We need to work on your sex talk,” he said, before indicating for Castiel to move. The angel immediately obeyed. He put his two hands on Dean’s chest to support himself, before he began moving, fucking himself on Dean’s cock. Dean couldn’t help but watch Castiel’s face when he had sex with him. It was rare that he got to see the angel come undone. He bit his lip hard, and his eyes were squeezed tight shut, and the moans coming from him were enough to make anyone orgasm. Dean grasped his hips tightly, bucking upwards to meet Castiel’s movement, which seemed to heighten the pleasure as Castiel’s usually quiet persona was slowly becoming something else. His cries of pleasure became louder and his movements became more erratic. His nails dug into Dean’s chest, making Dean gasp at the sensation.
Castiel had learned a lot from Dean about sex, what made Dean almost scream with pleasure, what made him feel intense pleasure. And he loved every second of it.
“Oh God ... gonna come ...” Dean managed to breathe out between his own cries of pleasure. Castiel moved one of Dean’s hands to his cock, and made him stroke him. He wanted to let go. He was almost there anyway from before, but he needed it. Dean pumped Castiel’s cock quickly, almost matching the movements the angel was making. Castiel was now a writhing mess as he continued to move, just as Dean cried out, his voice echoing around the wooded area, as he came, hard, inside Castiel’s body.
A few more strokes from Dean’s hand also sent Castiel over the edge, shouting the human’s name loudly, before collapsing, running a hand through his own hair to move it out of his sweating face. Dean lay underneath him, eyes closed, breathing laboured. He could barely catch a breath. They were still for a moment, before Castiel leaned down and pressed a kiss to Dean’s lips. He stood up, moving to get dressed. Dean got up off the ground, realising how cold it had suddenly gotten.
“Come on, we need to wait on someone to see about the car,” he said, pulling on his clothes. He looked at Castiel, who was looking a bit sheepish.
“About that ...” Castiel said.
“What is it, Cas?”
“I might have made the engine start smoking so I could have some time with you. The car is perfectly fine, I just wanted to have some time alone with you,” he said, with a small smile. Dean might have been angry, but he felt he couldn’t. He laughed and wrapped his arms around Castiel.
“My dirty angel ...” he said. “Come on, we can go back to the motel room, and I can have my way with you ...” Castiel’s eyes lit up and he smiled.
“What are we waiting for then?”