In Eight Months Time 3/?
Title: IN Eight Months Time
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Ash, Ellen, (later mentions of Sam)
Rating: PG-13 this one, NC-17 later
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters belong to Eric Kripke and the CW.... Spelling and grammer mistakes are all mine :)
Au: This is going to have four, maybe five parts in total, so sorry if its a tad bit long...
Dean hadn't ever recognized the man before. Not once during breakfast, not even in the stables or passing in the halls. But now that he couldnt get this man out of his head, it seemed that he couldnt even avoid him around the boarding house. Apparently Dean and Castiel were boarded on the same floor, so naturally, when Dean got up in the morning and went down the hall for a piss, who would he run into besides the literal man of his dreams. Now, the words 'run into' aren't used lightly here, as Dean literally walked directly into Castiel, his head being down in his morning haze. He groggily looked up to apollogize to whomever he ran into, and when his eyes met Castiel's his blood ran cold.
"S-sorry. I didnt- I wasnt paying attention.." Dean cleared his throat and looked around the hallway, trying to avoid Castiel's gaze.
"Watch where you're going Winchester. Some of the men around here aren't as nice as I am." With that, the older man walked away, and Dean could swear that he heard not a threat, but caution in the man's voice, like he really was trying to keep Dean away from harm... but he was just imagining that.... wasnt he? Dean shook his head and went to the bathroom. Once he was done pissing and showering (yeah he added that to his bathroom trip, so what?) he went back to his room to change.
Even while he ate, Laken blabbering on about some chick he once knew, Dean seemed to be able to seek Castiel out of the crowd. The man's blue eyes met with his for a moment before Dean looked down.
"... and was just about to go down and just... Dean... Hey man are you even listening?" Laken gave Dean's arm a shove.
"Dude, I'm listening, keep going," Dean lied. Laken continued with his story and Dean listened with half an ear while he tried to figure out exactly what was happeneing. C'mon Dean, get a grip here. S'just another dude....
The day went on like normal, Dean trying his best to keep away from Castiel, eyes on the cows. He caught three stray cows, picked out an injured one, and carried a young calf over the edge of his saddle to get it back to the herd quickly. During the middle of their break, Dean kept his head down to avoid the glares that were being shot his way. He didnt know exactly what it was that he did, but every time he did something he thought was right, he got more stares. So he resulted to eating his jerky in silence and trying to avoid looks.
When it finally time to leave, Dean's skin was crawling around his bones. Four men had been staring at him for the past fifteen minutes and it was making him ansty. He was about to turn to Laken to get ready to go when he heard his name being called.
"Winchester, hey Winchester... DEAN!" Dean turned to see Ash waving goodbye. "Going back to the ranch a bit early, stay here till its time to come in." Ash turned and kicked his horse, sending Count off into a hand gallop behind the only other men that Dean knew. He felt the sudden urge to bolt after the man, but that thought was abruptly interrupted when he was pulled by his leg from his saddle.
Chev reared when Dean's back hit the hard-packed dirt, causing is breath to be forced out of him and his eyes to snap shut. Dean blinked his eyes open just in time to see one of Chev's hooves come too close to landing on his shin. Dean gasped out a breath and felt his heart pound out againts his ribcage.
He was just calming when he felt a large hand on the back of his collar pulling him up to his feet. He stumbled before he got his legs under him he was faced with the for burley men that had been giving him death stares for the past hour. Dean swallowed audibly when the biggest of the four began to talk.
"So, I hear they call you pretty boy... I can see why." The older man, maybe about thirty-two, took a step closer to Dean and reached out a hand to carress his face. Dean tried to step back and pull away but his back was only pressed flush againts another mans chest, someone who looked closer to his own ripe age of twenty-six. Dean rushed away from him and ducked under the first man's out-stretched hand.
"And if they do, whats it to ya?" Dean asked, trying to keep his voice under control. The other two men of the group were closing in on him fast, meaning to close in on Dean so he couldn't get away. Dean tried to duck around one of the other men, but to no avail. One of the men grabbed Dean by his belt and pulled him back into the circle.
"Al and I like young pretty boys," the man croaked. Dean felt a hand reach down his thigh and felt a splash of bile rise in his throat. No way could this be happening right now; he was out of jail, away from the cells and the 'coming on' looks of the showers.
"Oh the poor child's scared, Rick," said a voice Dean could only presume to be Al. There were a couple snickers from the group of men when a hand slipped around the buckle keeping Deans pants up. Dean wimpered against the hand that held him, and when he put up too much of a struggle, three more sets of hands grabbed onto him, waist and shoulders held still while the other man made painstakingly slow work of slipping his jeans off.
"God, look at his precious little face, eyes shut tight like its a bad dream and it'll all go away..."
Dean bit down hard on his lower lip and was about to give up on his struggle when he heard hoofs clobbering their way towards him.
"Hey, back the fuck off right now!" Dean knew that voice... "Ooo boy, you can bet Ellen's gonna be pissed when she hears about this." Dean felt the grips on his shoulders and waist loosen until he was face first on the ground.
"Listen, you know that-" Al was cut off by the other voice.
"Leave. Now."
Dean heard the distinct sound of boots running, then men mounting horses and riding off. From the corner of his eye, Dean could see boots approaching his face.
"If you're gonna kick me while im down, now's your chance," Dean quipped. He reached down and began to pull his pants back up. When he looked up, he saw the shilouette of mussed hair. I knew that voice he thought to himself as he stood and brushed as much of the dirt off his knees as possible. He looked at Castiel, expecting disgust or pity to be riddle in his eyes, but what he got was concern laced into the icy blue of Castiel's irises.
"Are you alright?" Castiel asked, giving Dean a careful once over. Dean shifted and finished buttoning up his pants.
"Fine," he let out, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Think those dicks ripped my shirt."
"You know, for calling them dicks, it didnt seem like you were putting up much of a fight," Castiel said nonchalantly, giving Dean a sideways look. Dean scrunched up his face and walked away to retreive Chev, who had wandered a couple yards.
"Uhm, I'm not sure of you noticed," he grabbed Chevs reins, "but there were four of them... one of me." Dean petted Chev's nose and she snorted in approval.
"Hmm, true, but you dont seem like the 'give up' type..." Castiel tilted his head in question for a moment before turning away from Dean.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I know that youre not implying that I let that happen!" Dean grabbed Castiel's shoulder and turned him so he was facing Dean, blue crystals shimmering with a hint of something vaugely smug.
"Want something, Dean?" Castiel sniped. Dean let his air out quickly and turned away from Castiel.
"No."
"Really, 'cause I couldnt help but notice how you've been staring at me for the past two days, turning away every time our eyes meet." Dean felt a hand on his shoulder and he had to shut his eyes because there was no way this was really happening.
"It's nothing," Dean ground out. He was about to turn and mount Chev when he felt two forceful hands on his shoulders, spinning him around, then pulling him in for a crush of lips that was all take.
Castiel was in control, Dean knew that from the jump, so when Castiel flicked his tongue against Deans lower lip, Dean immedately opened for him, letting him take what he wanted. Castiel snaked a hair into Dean's hair and tightened his grip, blunt nails digging into the soft scalp. Dean moaned against Castiel's mouth, his head lolling back ever so slightly. Castiel pushed forwards with his body, pressing flush against Dean, running his free hand down Dean's side, slipping a hand under his torn flannel, resting his hand on the too-warm flesh of his abdomen.
When Castiel pulled back, Dean couldn't ebb the small wimper that left his lips.
"Dean, Dean... so easy to read." Castiel took a step and turned away from a gaping Dean to mount his horse.
"Cas..." Dean didnt recognize the roughness in his own voice, strained from want and arousal. Dean did you just call the man Cas?! Dean blinked up on the man now on horseback.
Castiel turned and smiled deviantly at Dean. "Nicknames already? You're too much fun." Cas left Dean with a wink before he gave his horse a kick, sending him galloping towards the ranch.
It wasnt until now that Dean realised the hour, feeling the cold winds chill his face and back where the shirt was ripped at the seams. Dean swung onto Chev's back and galloped her back to the gates.
Throughout all of dinner, (whichDean made it to just in time) Dean could feel blue eyes peircing into the back of his skull. Every time he looked up from his plate of mashed patatoes, he met Castiel's eyes, and Cas was intent on teasing him, throwing little winks and kisses his way. Every time Dean saw the sly look in Cas' eyes, he turned away, face heating up like an oven.
It wasnt like Dean; he wasnt some hornball teenager that went after the first peice of man meat he saw. But something about Castiel, they way the look in his eyes went from concerned to ravished in under .3 seconds really got him going.
By the time the lights were out in his room, Dean had about a million things running though his head. One of them being that fucking bastard played me like putty in his fucking hands. Dean snapped his eyes shut and tried to pretend like he wasn't hard in his boxers from just a memory of Cas being assertive.
But of course he was....
part one part two