Barrow Gang - Chapter Two
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Hours later and miles away from Haven, Kansas and on the border of Texas, Dean Winchester found the middle of nowhere. It had taken him a long hard search through the mainland states, but he had found it at last. The posted welcoming sign claimed the population to be 28, but Dean counted three and that was if he included the two sheep dogs lounging in a patch of dirt beneath a leaning oak along with the old man that was little more than skin and bones rocking in front of the convenience store.
Dean pulled his 67’ Chevy Impala to a stop along a gas pump, his brother in the passenger seat with an epic bitchface scrunching up his features as he pouts like a teenage girl stood up by her prom date. It hadn’t taken Sam long to start in on him once Dean had gotten his new toy in the car and they’d been on the road for more than a minute. He’d called Dean an idiot and told him to stop thinking with his dick before he got them killed, or worst, arrested. There had been more, probably, but Dean had drowned Sam out with the sounds of Led Zeppelin as he cruised along shitty back roads that were havoc on his suspension, one eye watching out for any sign of the cops, the other trailing over the prone form of his new rider.
Castiel, the man had called himself before Dean had pinched him with a needle and flooded his system with a wave of propofol that would, hopefully, have him out until Dean found a safe place for them to rest during the night. Castiel, no last name given, with his blue eyes, dark bed-rumpled hair, and whisky-sex voice that made Dean want to shove his cock down the man’s throat just to see if he could get that seductive baritone voice to go even rougher.
Dean moaned, his cock twitching at the thought and he thinks that he’d better find a place to bunk down soon or else he’d end up fucking his new toy on the side of the road. Dean turned off the engine and pulled the key out of the ignition, turning to look at his brother in time to see him giving Dean his most epic bitchface, a look that clearly says that Dean’s a pervert and ‘why oh why did you have to be my brother’.
"Dean," Sam starts.
"Leave it Sam." Dean says, cutting him off. He doesn’t need Sam to tell him what an idiot he’s being, how he’s putting them both at risk by kidnapping a grown ass man - a man who the cops were no doubt looking for. Doesn’t need Sam to tell him because he already knows. But, and here’s the kicker, Dean didn’t give a damn about any of that. He doesn’t care that they’ll have to run harder now, that they’ll have to lay even lower than they normally do and keep Cas to the shadows. Because, quite frankly, Dean wants to keep his new toy all to himself anyways, preferably naked and in a bed. He doesn’t want the world looking at those plush lips and hearing that bedroom voice, and where the fuck that came from? This need to carry Cas off to his cave and keep him there? Dean doesn’t know, and at the moment he doesn’t give a fuck.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sam presses on. "You can’t just kidnap someone." He says it like kidnapping is the worst thing that they’ve ever done. Like they haven’t killed men and women, leaving a trail of blood in their wake. Then again Sam doesn’t like the killing like he does, doesn’t appreciate the smell of fresh blood and the coppery tang of it on his tongue.
"Sam," Dean says as he pushed out of the car and starts towards the little shack that was the convenience store.
He heard Sam struggling out of the car, the slamming of the passenger causing Dean to whip around.
"I get that your pissed with me, but don’t take it out on her or I swear I’ll make you walk."
Sam pulled a face.
"Do you even have a plan, other than, you know, wanting to f-" Sam stopped with a grimace of disgust.
Dean chuckled, turning and continuing to the convenience store. The rusted hinges of the door whined as Dean pulled it open, stepping inside the small space. It was hotter than hell in here, seeing as how it was reaching above 90 outside and the little shack had no air-conditioning. He snatched up a handful of beef jerky as he glanced at the pimpled faced teen behind the counter - okay, so population 4, it was still a far cry from 28, Dean wondered if he could sue for false advertising.
"Just tell me why?" Sam said, crowding close to Dean as though Dean gave a fuck about the kid overhearing.
"Why what?" Dean asked, ripping open one of the beef-jerky and biting into it as he came to a stop in front of the fridges.
"Why him?"
Dean paused, leaning on the open door and enjoying the wave of cool air that washed over him.
"What do you want me to say Sam? Because I honestly have nothing for you. I don’t know why."
"Dean,"
"Maybe it’s his hair that just seems to beg for me to grab on to. Or maybe it’s his voice that was created for the bedroom." Dean bent over and grabbed a six-pack of beer and two bottles of Gatorade for when Cas woke. "Maybe it’s because when I pressed my gun against him instead of becoming scared he became hard, and it’s been a really long time since I had good dick."
Sam gagged. "TMI."
Dean chuckled and shrugged. "You asked."
He walked to the counter, grabbing a few bags of chips and couple of candy bars, and a bag of sour-patches and threw a couple of bills at the teenager.
"Twenty on the pump." Dean told him, before grabbing up his purchases and heading for the car.
Dean stepped outside to see Castiel sitting up in the back seat, eyes wide with a large piece of duct tape covering his mouth and his hands tired together in front of him. Dean felt a growl build in chest as he looked at the bound man.
"Damn," Dean said. "He’s so goddamn gorgeous."
"Please stop sharing." Sam said, stepping down onto the dirt road, glancing at the old man to see if he had noticed the BDSM scene in the back of the car. He’d really like to leave a town without having to kill someone for once, but as he turned to look at Dean and saw that particular glint in his eye, Sam knew today wouldn’t be that day.
"Aw, but Sam I thought you liked it when I talked about my feelings." Dean rounded, taking the nozzle from the pumping station and began pumping much needed fuel into his baby.
He leaned his upper body in through the open back window, listening to the little whimper Castiel let out. His pupils were blown wide but not from fear, from lust. Dean could tell by the blush that colored the column of his necks, the way his breath hitched in his throat, and from the fact that Castiel shuffled forward and angled his body closer to Dean.
"Hey gorgeous," Dean said. "You want something to drink?" He asked holding up a bottle of Gatorade for Castiel to see.
He waited for Castiel to nod before reaching out and taking hold of the tape between his index finger and thumb. He paused and ran his gaze over Castiel’s flushed face. "You’ll be good for me won’t you?"
The nod came quicker this time and Dean pulled away the tape, fast enough to that he knew it had stung.
"Here," he said, thrusting the bottle at him. "Drink."
Castiel complied, taking the bottle from Dean so that their fingers brushed in a very deliberate manner. Dean watched Castiel’s throat work to swallow the liquid and wondered how it would look trying to work around his dick. Reaching down he adjusted his hardening cock, looking to relieve the uncomfortable pressure and failing miserably. Castiel’s eyes followed the movement and heat flared in his eyes, darkening the blue to black as his tongue snaked out to wet his bottom lip.
Dean was about to climb into the car and get his hand on Cas’ dick, or Cas’ hand on his -he wasn’t picky, when he heard the shuffling sound of a struggle and raised his head to peer over the top of the Impala as Sam drugged the teenage clerk towards him.
"What-" Dean began, stopping when Sam held out rolled up sheet of paper with his free hand. Dean took it, unrolling it and wincing as he caught sight of Castiel’s face. "Fuck," he bit out, crumpling the paper in his fist. "Did he call anyone?"
"No. Caught him when he was going for the phone." The kid whimpered and tried to tug away from Sam who took a tighter grip on his shirt and shook the kid hard enough to make his head roll on his shoulders. "This shit right here Dean, is why we don’t kidnap people."
Dean sneered, throwing the crumpled paper off to the side. Leaning down he grabbed his polished Desert Eagle from the floor board of the backseat, making sure that the back of his hand brushed against Castiel’s crotch when he pulled back. And damn was he hard. Dean could see a wet spot beginning to form on the light material Castiel’s trousers. He wanted to put his mouth there, see if he could taste Castiel’s dick through his clothes.
"Come here gorgeous." He said, opening the door and moving back so that Castiel could step out of the car.
Castiel gasped as Dean pressed him back against the warm metal of the car, his thigh brushing against Castiel’s dick with feather light pressure. He gnawed at his lips to keep from leaning forward and doing the same to Dean’s. Pre-come was leaking from the tip of his cock in steady spurts, running down the rigid length and wetting his balls. It was impossible, how hard he was, how much he wanted Dean.
He felt the cool press of Dean’s gun against the heated flesh of his neck and a rush of lust shot through him like fine liquor, making him tingle all the way to his toes and sending a shock through his nerve endings until he was gasping for breath.
"You ever use a gun before gorgeous?" Dean asked, his breath tickling over Castiel’s lips as he spoke and he whimpered as he shook his head in the negative. "So I’m bettin’ you’ve never killed before." It was a statement but Castiel shook his head anyways, eyes watching the way Dean’s lips formed his words. Dean looked at him with a spark of desire and fire in his eyes. Licking his lips he asked, "Do you want to?"
Part one ~~~ More to come soon