Show You How to Walk the Dog: Dean/Castiel, Castiel/OMD, Dean/Castiel/OMD (Part 3)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Castiel’s not sure how long they stay tied off. He loses track of time with Dean’s scent wrapped around him, his arms holding Castiel tight, the deep rumble of his voice as they talk about everything from school to Dean’s job.
It’s dark outside by the time they wander out of the bedroom. Dean gives him some clothes to wear and parks him in front of the TV while he takes Zepp for a quick walk.
Dean lets him order whatever he wants for dinner. He has a whole drawer full of menus and Castiel has never had so many options. Eventually they settle on pizza, eating it on the couch while Zepp shamelessly begs.
“We’re gonna spoil him.” Dean feeds Zepp a pizza crust and scratches him behind the ear.
“He deserves it.” Castiel puts his plate aside, full and content. Dean’s old t-shirt is too big on him but it’s soft and it smells perfect. It slides off his shoulder as he clambers to the floor.
Zepp rolls over, eager for belly rubs. Castiel pets at him for a while, telling him he’s a good dog and scratching at all his favorite places. He doesn’t miss Dean’s gaze on him.
“Such a good dog, Zepp.” Castiel lets his hand wander down to Zepp’s sheath. He rubs at the softer skin until Zepp’s dick starts to peek out.
Castiel’s skin prickles with Dean’s rapt attention. No one’s ever looked at him like this, with the hungry stare Dean gives him as Castiel starts to stroke Zepp.
“Oh, Cas.” Dean’s on the edge of his seat. He bites his lip between his teeth, eyes wide, like there’s nothing else he’d rather see.
Keeping his eyes on Dean, guides Zepp to stand up before he keeps stroking at his cock, easing him out of his sheath. He licks his lips, trying to look sexy, loving the way Dean starts to grind an absent hand against his cock.
“Love it when he mounts me, Dean.”
It’s so dirty to say it. Castiel rises onto his knees, spreading his legs slightly to dip a finger into himself.
“Gets me so wet to see his dick.”
He holds his finger up for Dean to see before he sucks it into his mouth. He slicks his fingers up against before feeding them to Zepp’s long, eager tongue.
“He fucks me so hard.”
Zepp’s getting impatient now, pushing at Castiel with his front paws. His cock bobs red and hard between his legs, shadowed by his heavy balls.
“Jesus, Cas.” Dean runs a hand through his hair. He looks nervous and excited all at once. Castiel’s chest swells a little. For once he’s the one with more experience.
“Please, Dean?” Castiel blinks up at him, trying to look cute.
“Fuck, yeah Cas.” Dean stumbles down, walking on his knees over to Castiel.
“God, I want to watch him fuck you.” Dean sweeps him up in a kiss and tugs the t-shirt over Castiel’s head.
Castiel strokes Zepp a few more times before he breaks away from Dean’s mouth. Going to all fours, he hikes his ass up, spreading his legs and trying to look as slutty as possible. Zepp hops up behind him almost immediately, his dick blindly thrusting towards Castiel’s hole.
Dean just curses and palms his cock over his boxers.
“Put him in me, Dean.” Castiel tries to whine just enough to sound needy. He feels needy, his hole starting to drip as Zepp latches on to him.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you, baby.”
Dean positions himself behind Zepp, grabbing his dick without a hint of squeamishness and guiding it straight to Castiel’s hole.
Zepp starts fucking him hard and fast, his dick slamming in with no preamble. Now that Castiel has something to compare it to, it’s so different than taking Dean, not as thick and while it’s not nearly as satisfying it’s still so good. He looks up at Dean and smiles.
“Feels, ungh,” Castiel moans, shaking with each thrust.
“Feels so good, Dean.”
“Yeah?” Dean licks his lips.
“You like getting pounded like that, don’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes.” Castiel arches back, trying to get Zepp as deep inside him as possible.
“Look so fucking hot, Cas.” Dean shoves his alpha boxers down, his cock springing free to slap against his stomach.
“I’m gonna pop a fucking knot just watching you.” Dean strokes at his cock, pushing out a fat bead of precome.
“No, please, I want,” Castiel huffs, straining under Zepp’s weight.
“I want you to use me after Zepp.”
“Jesus, fuck.”
Dean growls, a sound that makes Castiel’s hole clamp down on a very happy Zepp.
“Want me to save this for you, baby?” He strokes himself, slow, pushing out another stream of precome.
“Save it so Zepp and I can both fill you up good?”
“Yes, yes,” Castiel nods, his mouth watering as the smell of Dean’s cock hits him.
“You’re so fucking dirty, Cas.” Dean circles his hand around the base of his cock, squeezing.
“Making me wait for that greedy hole.”
Dean circles around until his cock is inches from Castiel’s face, just out of reach. Spit pools in Castiel’s mouth as he watches Dean stroke himself. He lets it fall to the floor, shameless, moaning as he feels Zepp’s knot settle inside him.
“He’s, oh, he’s knotting.” Castiel looks up at Dean, mouth hanging open in a lazy smile.
“Shit.” Dean leans down to look where Zepp’s dick is buried deep inside Castiel.
“Can you feel him coming?”
“Yes,” Castiel gasps, shuddering as Zepp pumps him full, the hot rush coating his insides.
“Fuck, I want to see him come all over your face next time.”
“Oh, God, please.”
Just the image of that makes Castiel’s whole body shudder. Dean laughs, low and fond.
“You’d really love that, wouldn’t you?”
Zepp takes that moment to turn around, leaving Castiel’s back bare and flooding him with shame. Did he miss the joke? He stares down at the floor, face burning.
“Cas, hey,” Dean crouches down and tilts Castiel’s chin back up.
“Do you have any idea how much I want to see that? How much I want all of this?” He kisses Castiel, palms closing over his cheeks. Castiel can’t look away.
“Shit, Cas, there’s a reason I’m twice your age and still single.” He gestures at the room around them.
“I’m loaded, I’m not insane, I’m not the ugliest motherfucker on the planet.” He shrugs.
“But I swore I’d never take someone unless they wanted to do all the nasty shit that gets my dick hard.”
Dean kisses him again, sighing into his mouth.
“You see how fucking hard I am right now, Cas?”
Dean pulls away just to swipe the leaking head of his dick over Castiel’s lips. Castiel snakes his tongue out, chasing the hot weight of Dean’s cock. His precome is salty, a hint of bitterness lingering after it. He licks at the slit of Dean’s cock, about to close his lips and suck when Zepp slips out of him.
“Dean,” he moans, Zepp’s come oozing from his hole as he looks up at Dean. Dean with his huge cock leaking in front of Castiel’s face, leaking hard from watching Castiel get fucked by his dog. Castiel’s head spins.
“Turn around.” Dean’s voice is gruff with the order. Zepp chooses that exact moment to shake himself, the tags on his collar jangling.
Castiel nods, biddable. It’s so easy when Dean just tells him what to do, when none of this is Castiel’s decision or his mistake to make.
“Show me that fucked out hole,” Dean rasps over the skin-slide sounds of his hand over his cock.
Castiel turns around, wincing at the empty ache in his hole. He spreads his legs for Dean, wide, ass up in the air and his face pressed to the floor, every inch the good little bitch some part of him has always wanted to be. He takes a deep breath and pushes, straining until a fat line of Zepp’s come pulses out of him, streaking down his balls and dripping to the floor.
“Holy fuck, Cas.” Dean’s hand settles on his hip, his cock nudging against Castiel’s dog-fucked hole.
“Always wanted to do this, you don’t even know.”
It makes him flush to hear Dean sound so excited. He arches back, trying to get Dean inside him.
“Do it, please, Dean, need it,” Castiel begs.
“I know what you need, baby.”
Dean slams into him, knocking the breath the from Castiel’s lungs and painting stars in front of his eyes. It hurts and it makes his dick jump and it’s perfect.
Spread on the floor with Zepp curled up next to them, Dean fucks him fast and dirty, hiking his ass up into the air and snapping his hips. Castiel goes boneless, lax under Dean’s strong grip and the perfect swell of his knot inside him. His orgasm comes easily with a few strokes of Dean’s hand, and Castiel doesn’t come to until Dean’s hauled him back onto his lap.
“Mmm, look at you, all fucked out, huh?”
Castiel snuggles back and smiles.
“Not yet.”
~
They pass the night on and off Dean’s knot, between breaks for the bathroom, pizza, and a nice long walk for Zepp.
Dean does things to him that Castiel had never imagined he’d like. For all his eagerness to take Dean’s knot and let Zepp mount him up, Dean’s mouth on his dick makes him bashful. Dean can fit his cock and his balls in his mouth all at once, humming like he loves it. Dean’s enthusiasm and the wet suck of his mouth strip away any remaining shame Castiel has left, and by the time he comes in Dean’s mouth he’s pushing eagerly at Dean’s head.
Castiel spreads himself like a slutty porn omega for Dean to eat his hole, pulling his ass cheeks apart and grinding against Dean’s strong, wicked tongue. It’s heady, all of Dean’s pushy attention focused on his soft parts, Dean’s own knot forgotten as he makes Castiel come over and over.
They snuggle in Dean’s big bed, whispering dirty things they want to try, plans to teach Zepp to eat him out like Dean does, to teach Cas to hold his breath and take a knot in his throat until it’s just time to pull out, to see if it’s physically possible for Castiel to suck Dean and Zepp off at the same time. Castiel is dubious about the last one until Dean tells him he’s seen it in a movie.
Dean has a lot of movies on his computer.
They bring his laptop into bed so Dean can show him a pimple-faced omega with his mouth stretched around two cocks, one human and one attached to a panting Rottie mix. The dog’s name is Rex and he’s the dog equivalent of a porn star if the other movies Dean shows him are anything to judge by.
“God, I love this shit,” Dean whispers, his fingers tickling along Castiel’s thighs.
“When I got Zepp, I, uh, I got him from this breeder,” Dean kisses along his neck, sinking two fingers inside Castiel’s oozing hole.
“Never told anyone, but he’s trained to breed up naughty little things like you.”
Castiel’s hole clenches around Dean’s fingers, hot and basking in these secrets that Dean’s never told anyone, Zepp’s lineage and Dean’s stash of doggy porn and the way his breath comes out jagged as he fucks his fingers into Castiel’s tangible excitement.
Dean ties him off while they watch the dirtiest movie Dean has. A pretty omega with wide eyes and tan skin takes a whole pack of dogs, knot after knot until his stomach swells out with come and he’s dripping sweat. It’s the hottest, dirtiest thing Castiel has ever seen, and the best part is the look of thrilled pride on Dean’s face as Castiel squirms with arousal. He comes while Dean bites softly at his neck and tells him how perfect he is.
Castiel finally falls asleep while Dean’s still inside him.
~
Castiel wakes up alone.
He panics until he hears the distant clamor of someone in the kitchen. He’s about to get up and find Dean when Zepp bounds into the room.
Dean’s close on his heels, carrying a tray laden with food.
“Hope you like waffles.”
They eat breakfast in bed. It’s all delicious but nothing makes him feel more satisfied than being pressed under Dean’s arm.
They shower again, kissing for what feels like hours as the hot water steams the bathroom mirrors and turns them pink. It’s an indulgence, the water pouring over them like it’s not costing money and burning fuel, like Dean would pay anything just to hold Castiel’s wet, warm body against him.
Like Castiel won’t have to go home before the day’s over.
Castiel pushes the thought away and pushes himself back against Dean’s toweled hands. Dean rubs him down, sweeping soft cotton over every inch of him and whispering praise about each body part he dries off. Castiel’s tiny feet, his slender legs, his flat stomach, with extra attention to the sharp angles of his hips and the pinked dots of his nipples.
Dean towels his hair dry, running his hands into Castiel’s damp waves.
“I remember the first time I saw you.”
Dean leads him back to the bedroom, both of them completely. Castiel’s not used to walking around with such freedom, his body on display. He blushes as Dean sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls a standing Castiel between his legs.
“You were reading or something, and Zepp got out.”
Castiel laughs.
“He wanted my sandwich.”
“I bet he wanted to fuck you.”
Castiel blushes deeper as Dean looks over at Zepp and shakes his head.
“I know I did.”
Dean’s hands trail up and down the inward bend of Castiel’s spine.
“Your hair was all messy and I remember thinking I just wanted to grab it and fuck that pretty mouth right there in the park.”
Dean’s hands slope onto his shoulders, pressing down until Castiel sinks to his knees. His fingers paw through Castiel’s hair, tugging enough to make Castiel whine, wanting.
“Want to learn how to suck cock, Cas?”
Dean tugs his head back, rough enough that Castiel gasps. He nods as much as he can against Dean’s grip on his hair, his throat working and his mouth watering.
His lips part as Dean guides him down onto his cock, spit dripping from his mouth because he thinks Dean will like it that way. His lips stretch, wet and hot around Dean’s thickness, swallowing the head as Dean strokes up into his mouth.
“Gonna take some practice to take it all, baby.”
Dean’s hands are still locked in his hair and Castiel goes boneless, begging Dean to lead him as he moans around his cock. He glances up as he tries to push his mouth down further, nose scrunching up at the ache in his jaw and his hole running wet at Dean’s deadly, rapt attention. Castiel inches down, breathing through his nose, spit squeezing out of the corners of his mouth, the head tickling against the back of his throat as he wills himself to take it.
Neither of them notices Zepp until he hikes himself onto Castiel’s back. Castiel splutters around Dean’s cock, tears burning into his eyes.
“Down!”
Dean growls and Castiel is sure a much, much fiercer dog than Zepp would back off too. Zepp hovers next to Castiel, pacing on his paws and whining.
“Guess he liked the show.” Dean laughs. His hands are still in Castiel’s hair so he tugs against Dean’s hand, blinking innocently. All of Dean’s movie omegas had big, wide eyes.
“He could breed me while I suck you off.”
Dean shakes his head, a smile stretching across his face.
“No, baby, we’re gonna give that little fuck hole a rest.”
Dean’s free hand tugs Zepp over by the collar.
“Why don’t you show Zepp here what I taught you?”
He pushes Zepp to sit. It takes a few tries to get him to stay but he settles down, his cock poking out between his legs.
In all of Dean’s movies, only a few actually showed anyone sucking a dog’s dick. Castiel thrills, recalling how much Dean had liked those ones, how he’d gotten so excited watching Castiel jerk himself to the one with the curvy blonde omega who’d rubbed his face all over the dog’s dick.
Dean frees his hold on Castiel’s hair and reaches down to grab Zepp’s dick at the base, earning him a happy whuff from Zepp and a wet moan from Castiel.
“He’s gonna be a lot easier to fit in your mouth.”
Craning his neck down, Castiel licks his lips before he takes the flared head of Zepp’s dick in his mouth. It’s not near as thick as Dean’s and he slides right down, pushing out some spit to guide the way and not stopping until his lips brush against the side of Dean’s hand. Zepp tries to buck up but Dean holds him in place.
“My good boy.”
Castiel’s not sure if Dean’s talking to him or the dog, and that just makes his dick harder as he works up and down on Zepp’s dick. He can feel it fattening against his tongue, swelling hot. Castiel flattens his tongue to drag it over the shaft, smoother than Dean’s cock. The tip of his tongue meets Dean’s hand and he gags a little, a soft sound in his throat that makes Dean growl.
“My turn.”
He hauls Castiel up by the neck. A line of spit strings from his mouth to Zepp’s cock before Dean pushes in, one hand on Castiel’s neck and one on Zepp’s. He squeezes Castiel tight, setting the pace as he bobs him up and down.
“Give me your hands, baby.”
He gives Castiel one more soft rub at his neck before he pulls him off his cock. His lips make a wet pop and Dean growls softly. His eyes are dark, full lashes lidding them, every inch the dangerous alpha and Castiel offers his hands up to Dean palms first.
“You’re gonna jerk him off while I use this mouth.”
Castiel wraps his hands around Zepp’s dick, stacking one on top of the other until the head of Zepp’s dick just peeks out at him. It’s still wet with Castiel’s spit and the slide is easy as he starts to stroke.
Dean pulls him back onto his cock, moving him in time with the stroke of his hands. Castiel’s jaw goes from stretch to ache to numb as Dean uses his mouth, fucking into him roughly until Castiel’s face is a mess of choked spit and precome.
Zepp’s dick throbs in his hand. He squirms and pants but stays down as Castiel jacks him. Dean’s hand threads through his collar, his grip sure and strong, holding all that animal power in place. Zepp can fuck him cross-eyed but every inch of Zepp belongs to Dean, and God, Castiel would wear a collar for Dean, too.
His hand skids over the starting swell of Zepp’s knot and Castiel mumbles around Dean’s cock, trying to warn him. Dean doesn’t miss a beat as he jerks Castiel back, pressing a fast, bruising kiss to Castiel’s lips before he shoves Castiel’s face back down to Zepp’s cock.
Castiel parts his lips but Dean holds him an inch too far to reach despite Castiel’s whine of protest.
“Squeeze his knot, Cas,” Dean barks,
“I want to watch him nut all over your face.”
A few more strokes, a good squeeze of his fist and Zepp’s coming. Castiel closes his eyes but he can feel it streak all over him, hitting his forehead, his hair, his nose, painting all over his panting mouth. It’s wet and warm and sticky and gross and Castiel’s ass leaks its own puddle of slick onto the floor.
He blinks up at Dean, his vision blurry to start with and made worse by the come stuck to his eyelashes. Dean releases his hold on Zepp’s collar and smears his thumb through the come wetting Castiel’s lips.
“Fuck, Cas, I don’t know if I wanna knot your ass or come on your face.”
“My face,” Castiel answers, before he can even think to stop himself. He closes his eyes and snakes his tongue over Dean’s thumb, sucking Zepp’s come into his mouth with a filthy, shameless slurp.
“Dirty fucking boy,” Dean growls, the way other alphas called their omegas things like angel face and my precious in romance movies. Castiel’s hand flies to his dick, rubbing at it as he lets his mouth fall open, tongue out and eyes burning into Dean’s face.
“Yeah, play with that sweet little prick while I jerk off on your face, that’s it.”
Dean’s hand flies over his cock, one working the shaft while the other pumps tight around the base. Castiel watches the way Dean’s hand works over his knot, squeezing it tight and pushing up. As good as it would feel in his ass it’s gorgeous to watch it swell up in Dean’s hands, fattening red and slick with precome at the sight of Castiel’s face.
“See what you do to me, Cas?”
Underneath the steady whine in Castiel’s wet throat are the slick passes of Dean’s hand on himself, the snap snap snap that makes Castiel’s hole clench.
“Covered in doggy come, fuck, you’ll take him wherever I tell you.”
Castiel moans at the statement. It’s not a question and they both know it. Castiel wants everything and Dean’s cock is leaking hard not in spite of but because Castiel is so dirty on the inside, because he’s a slut for this and he can lay himself bare for it, Dean’s to take.
Castiel’s dick jerks in his hand, his small stream of come running over his knuckles but it’s all subsumed in Dean’s deep growl, the clench of his hand in Castiel’s hair as he tilts Castiel’s head back and comes.
Fighting his urge to flinch, Castiel keeps his eyes open, just like his mouth, his hole, God, every part of him Dean’s to use and mark. Dean’s come is thicker than Zepp’s, fat lines of it sticking to Castiel’s skin, streaking his lips and pooling on his tongue.
It’s shocking when Dean kisses him, when those perfect, plump alpha lips press against his, licking into his mouth like no part of Castiel is too dirty to taste.
“God, I want to keep you like this all the time, Cas, all sweet and dirty for me and Zepp.”
“Yes, yes,” Castiel moans, kissing back into his mouth, come swirling dirty and raw on his tongue.
“Just keep you here, my good little breeder, fuck, just knot you whenever I feel like it, see you take it like a good little bitch for my dog.”
Dean swipes a hand over his cheek, come sticking tacky to his fingers. He rubs them over Castiel’s chest, massaging it into his skin.
“Keep that little hole all fucked and sloppy for me, train that perfect fucking mouth.”
Dean pulls him closer and swipes his tongue over Castiel’s chin, dragging dirty through a smear of come just to feed it back to Castiel. Castiel’s trembling too much to kiss back but Dean leads him, licking into his mouth and moaning.
“God, I want to rip that fucking patch off and breed you up so good, Cas, make me fucking crazy baby.”
This is dangerous, so exciting it makes Castiel tingle with how wrong it is. Castiel knows that, even if his mind is floating somewhere else. He shakes his head but Dean shushes him.
“Not gonna, I’d never, fuck, I’d never unless you, until,” Dean mumbles, settling on kissing Castiel again.
“Just want you so much.”
That Dean would even think it thrills Castiel so much it’s frightening. He pants against Dean’s mouth, coming back down. Not now, not yet, but God, it’s hot to think about.
As their breathing evens out they hear a jangle of dog tags. Zepp’s head is planted between his legs, licking at his balls furiously.
Dean and Castiel burst out laughing.
~
“You know you can’t tell anyone about this, right Cas?”
Letting Dean dress him should be embarrassing but he finds himself soothed by every touch of Dean’s hands. He does up the top button of Castiel’s jeans and kisses him right above the waist band.
“Of course not.”
Castiel’s not stupid but more than that, he’s greedy to keep Dean to himself.
“You’re gonna be my little secret, Cas.”
Dean smiles, warm. His eyes crinkle at the corners and Castiel frowns as he pulls a clean t-shirt over Castiel’s head.
“I don’t wanna leave.”
Castiels sounds small and childish but it makes Dean kiss him rough.
“You’re mine now, Cas.”
His breath is warm against Castiel’s neck as Castiel goes still.
“You’re gonna go back home, and you’re gonna be a good boy, you understand?”
He drags his teeth down the shell of Castiel’s ear, making him shiver.
“Get good grades and stay out of trouble with your folks, whatever you need to do so no one suspects anything.”
Dean strokes up and down Castiel’s arm before circling his hand around Castiel’s bicep. His hand closes all the way around, his thumb tucking under his middle finger.
“And you’re gonna keep coming over here every day to walk Zepp, like everything’s normal.”
Nothing will every be normal again but Castiel nods, his skin rubbing against the stubble dotting Dean’s jaw.
“I swear to God I’ll do everything in my power to get home and take care of you every night, Cas.”
He’s holding Castiel’s arm so tight his nails dig in and Castiel melts into it.
“And if I can’t get back in time, Zepp’ll take care of you, won’t he?”
“Can I,” Castiel whispers, rolling his neck to let Dean lick along the soft skin under his ear.
“Can I take his knot even if you’re still coming home?”
Castiel means to be provocative but he’s still shocked when Dean lifts him onto the bed, crowding on top of him.
“Little slut.” Dean shakes his head, his eyes blazing as Castiel wriggles underneath him.
“Yeah, baby, you can take that knot all you want.” Dean leans down to kiss him, his shoulders flexing as his hands box Castiel in.
“M’gonna keep all these cameras up.”
Dean tilts his head at the unit on his dresser.
“Wanna see you run here after school and just drop your pants for him, let him fuck you raw while I watch at work. Drive me fucking crazy.”
Dean’s cock presses fat against him as Dean bites his lip.
“Gonna go out tomorrow and get you a phone, OK? Just for us. A good one, so we can send each other pictures. Would you do that for me, Cas?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Castiel nods, so fast his forehead butts against Dean’s.
“Would you, um, would you send me pictures too?” Castiel blushes, looking down at the outline of Dean’s cock pressing against his pants.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Dean grins.
“Send you pictures of my cock all hard for you, get my knot up.” He grinds down against Castiel, who’s perilously close to soaking through his omega briefs already.
“Shit, I could give you some of those movies you liked, the ones we watched? Get you some sex knots, too, fuck.”
Dean growls against Castiel’s chest.
“Wanna see you fuck yourself to some doggy porn, get that little ass up in the air and stuff it full for me.”
Dean kisses him again, his whole weight pressed on top of Castiel, leaving him breathless. Castiel closes his eyes, trying to memorize every solid inch of him.
“God, Cas, I gotta get you out of here before I just knot you and lock you in the bathroom forever.”
It’s one of those jokes that’s so dangerously close to what Castiel wants. He reluctantly lets Dean stand him up, fussing over his hair and pulling his clothes straight.
Dean still pays him over Castiel’s objections, with the sensible explanation that it would seem even more suspicious if he didn’t. Castiel vows to share some of it with Anna. God, if his parents had said no, if he hadn’t been able to waltz right into Dean’s trap. If Dean hadn’t caught him…
“You come here as soon as you can tomorrow, got it?”
Dean settles his backpack over his shoulders and calls Zepp over. Tongue out and tail wagging, Zepp gleefully accepts Castiel’s hug.
“You gotta promise me, Cas. If you don’t come back I…” Dean shakes his head, his mouth tight.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
“Of course I’m coming back,” Castiel gapes, throwing his arms around Dean’s neck and kissing him.
“You did promise me a phone,” Castiel jokes, trying to look coquettish as Dean laughs and rakes a hand through his hair.
“I did, you little dick.” Dean picks him up, backpack and all, and walks him to the door.
“Bye, Dean.”
Dean sets him down and leans in to give him a kiss, softer and sweeter than all the others.
“See you tomorrow, Cas.”
~
Castiel walks by the dog run on the way home and pauses to watch the sun set over the staggered treetops of the park. Dogs bark and race past him, kicking up dust and making Castiel smile.
He already knows what he wants to do with Zepp and Dean tomorrow.
The End.
Part 2
Part 3
Castiel’s not sure how long they stay tied off. He loses track of time with Dean’s scent wrapped around him, his arms holding Castiel tight, the deep rumble of his voice as they talk about everything from school to Dean’s job.
It’s dark outside by the time they wander out of the bedroom. Dean gives him some clothes to wear and parks him in front of the TV while he takes Zepp for a quick walk.
Dean lets him order whatever he wants for dinner. He has a whole drawer full of menus and Castiel has never had so many options. Eventually they settle on pizza, eating it on the couch while Zepp shamelessly begs.
“We’re gonna spoil him.” Dean feeds Zepp a pizza crust and scratches him behind the ear.
“He deserves it.” Castiel puts his plate aside, full and content. Dean’s old t-shirt is too big on him but it’s soft and it smells perfect. It slides off his shoulder as he clambers to the floor.
Zepp rolls over, eager for belly rubs. Castiel pets at him for a while, telling him he’s a good dog and scratching at all his favorite places. He doesn’t miss Dean’s gaze on him.
“Such a good dog, Zepp.” Castiel lets his hand wander down to Zepp’s sheath. He rubs at the softer skin until Zepp’s dick starts to peek out.
Castiel’s skin prickles with Dean’s rapt attention. No one’s ever looked at him like this, with the hungry stare Dean gives him as Castiel starts to stroke Zepp.
“Oh, Cas.” Dean’s on the edge of his seat. He bites his lip between his teeth, eyes wide, like there’s nothing else he’d rather see.
Keeping his eyes on Dean, guides Zepp to stand up before he keeps stroking at his cock, easing him out of his sheath. He licks his lips, trying to look sexy, loving the way Dean starts to grind an absent hand against his cock.
“Love it when he mounts me, Dean.”
It’s so dirty to say it. Castiel rises onto his knees, spreading his legs slightly to dip a finger into himself.
“Gets me so wet to see his dick.”
He holds his finger up for Dean to see before he sucks it into his mouth. He slicks his fingers up against before feeding them to Zepp’s long, eager tongue.
“He fucks me so hard.”
Zepp’s getting impatient now, pushing at Castiel with his front paws. His cock bobs red and hard between his legs, shadowed by his heavy balls.
“Jesus, Cas.” Dean runs a hand through his hair. He looks nervous and excited all at once. Castiel’s chest swells a little. For once he’s the one with more experience.
“Please, Dean?” Castiel blinks up at him, trying to look cute.
“Fuck, yeah Cas.” Dean stumbles down, walking on his knees over to Castiel.
“God, I want to watch him fuck you.” Dean sweeps him up in a kiss and tugs the t-shirt over Castiel’s head.
Castiel strokes Zepp a few more times before he breaks away from Dean’s mouth. Going to all fours, he hikes his ass up, spreading his legs and trying to look as slutty as possible. Zepp hops up behind him almost immediately, his dick blindly thrusting towards Castiel’s hole.
Dean just curses and palms his cock over his boxers.
“Put him in me, Dean.” Castiel tries to whine just enough to sound needy. He feels needy, his hole starting to drip as Zepp latches on to him.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you, baby.”
Dean positions himself behind Zepp, grabbing his dick without a hint of squeamishness and guiding it straight to Castiel’s hole.
Zepp starts fucking him hard and fast, his dick slamming in with no preamble. Now that Castiel has something to compare it to, it’s so different than taking Dean, not as thick and while it’s not nearly as satisfying it’s still so good. He looks up at Dean and smiles.
“Feels, ungh,” Castiel moans, shaking with each thrust.
“Feels so good, Dean.”
“Yeah?” Dean licks his lips.
“You like getting pounded like that, don’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes.” Castiel arches back, trying to get Zepp as deep inside him as possible.
“Look so fucking hot, Cas.” Dean shoves his alpha boxers down, his cock springing free to slap against his stomach.
“I’m gonna pop a fucking knot just watching you.” Dean strokes at his cock, pushing out a fat bead of precome.
“No, please, I want,” Castiel huffs, straining under Zepp’s weight.
“I want you to use me after Zepp.”
“Jesus, fuck.”
Dean growls, a sound that makes Castiel’s hole clamp down on a very happy Zepp.
“Want me to save this for you, baby?” He strokes himself, slow, pushing out another stream of precome.
“Save it so Zepp and I can both fill you up good?”
“Yes, yes,” Castiel nods, his mouth watering as the smell of Dean’s cock hits him.
“You’re so fucking dirty, Cas.” Dean circles his hand around the base of his cock, squeezing.
“Making me wait for that greedy hole.”
Dean circles around until his cock is inches from Castiel’s face, just out of reach. Spit pools in Castiel’s mouth as he watches Dean stroke himself. He lets it fall to the floor, shameless, moaning as he feels Zepp’s knot settle inside him.
“He’s, oh, he’s knotting.” Castiel looks up at Dean, mouth hanging open in a lazy smile.
“Shit.” Dean leans down to look where Zepp’s dick is buried deep inside Castiel.
“Can you feel him coming?”
“Yes,” Castiel gasps, shuddering as Zepp pumps him full, the hot rush coating his insides.
“Fuck, I want to see him come all over your face next time.”
“Oh, God, please.”
Just the image of that makes Castiel’s whole body shudder. Dean laughs, low and fond.
“You’d really love that, wouldn’t you?”
Zepp takes that moment to turn around, leaving Castiel’s back bare and flooding him with shame. Did he miss the joke? He stares down at the floor, face burning.
“Cas, hey,” Dean crouches down and tilts Castiel’s chin back up.
“Do you have any idea how much I want to see that? How much I want all of this?” He kisses Castiel, palms closing over his cheeks. Castiel can’t look away.
“Shit, Cas, there’s a reason I’m twice your age and still single.” He gestures at the room around them.
“I’m loaded, I’m not insane, I’m not the ugliest motherfucker on the planet.” He shrugs.
“But I swore I’d never take someone unless they wanted to do all the nasty shit that gets my dick hard.”
Dean kisses him again, sighing into his mouth.
“You see how fucking hard I am right now, Cas?”
Dean pulls away just to swipe the leaking head of his dick over Castiel’s lips. Castiel snakes his tongue out, chasing the hot weight of Dean’s cock. His precome is salty, a hint of bitterness lingering after it. He licks at the slit of Dean’s cock, about to close his lips and suck when Zepp slips out of him.
“Dean,” he moans, Zepp’s come oozing from his hole as he looks up at Dean. Dean with his huge cock leaking in front of Castiel’s face, leaking hard from watching Castiel get fucked by his dog. Castiel’s head spins.
“Turn around.” Dean’s voice is gruff with the order. Zepp chooses that exact moment to shake himself, the tags on his collar jangling.
Castiel nods, biddable. It’s so easy when Dean just tells him what to do, when none of this is Castiel’s decision or his mistake to make.
“Show me that fucked out hole,” Dean rasps over the skin-slide sounds of his hand over his cock.
Castiel turns around, wincing at the empty ache in his hole. He spreads his legs for Dean, wide, ass up in the air and his face pressed to the floor, every inch the good little bitch some part of him has always wanted to be. He takes a deep breath and pushes, straining until a fat line of Zepp’s come pulses out of him, streaking down his balls and dripping to the floor.
“Holy fuck, Cas.” Dean’s hand settles on his hip, his cock nudging against Castiel’s dog-fucked hole.
“Always wanted to do this, you don’t even know.”
It makes him flush to hear Dean sound so excited. He arches back, trying to get Dean inside him.
“Do it, please, Dean, need it,” Castiel begs.
“I know what you need, baby.”
Dean slams into him, knocking the breath the from Castiel’s lungs and painting stars in front of his eyes. It hurts and it makes his dick jump and it’s perfect.
Spread on the floor with Zepp curled up next to them, Dean fucks him fast and dirty, hiking his ass up into the air and snapping his hips. Castiel goes boneless, lax under Dean’s strong grip and the perfect swell of his knot inside him. His orgasm comes easily with a few strokes of Dean’s hand, and Castiel doesn’t come to until Dean’s hauled him back onto his lap.
“Mmm, look at you, all fucked out, huh?”
Castiel snuggles back and smiles.
“Not yet.”
~
They pass the night on and off Dean’s knot, between breaks for the bathroom, pizza, and a nice long walk for Zepp.
Dean does things to him that Castiel had never imagined he’d like. For all his eagerness to take Dean’s knot and let Zepp mount him up, Dean’s mouth on his dick makes him bashful. Dean can fit his cock and his balls in his mouth all at once, humming like he loves it. Dean’s enthusiasm and the wet suck of his mouth strip away any remaining shame Castiel has left, and by the time he comes in Dean’s mouth he’s pushing eagerly at Dean’s head.
Castiel spreads himself like a slutty porn omega for Dean to eat his hole, pulling his ass cheeks apart and grinding against Dean’s strong, wicked tongue. It’s heady, all of Dean’s pushy attention focused on his soft parts, Dean’s own knot forgotten as he makes Castiel come over and over.
They snuggle in Dean’s big bed, whispering dirty things they want to try, plans to teach Zepp to eat him out like Dean does, to teach Cas to hold his breath and take a knot in his throat until it’s just time to pull out, to see if it’s physically possible for Castiel to suck Dean and Zepp off at the same time. Castiel is dubious about the last one until Dean tells him he’s seen it in a movie.
Dean has a lot of movies on his computer.
They bring his laptop into bed so Dean can show him a pimple-faced omega with his mouth stretched around two cocks, one human and one attached to a panting Rottie mix. The dog’s name is Rex and he’s the dog equivalent of a porn star if the other movies Dean shows him are anything to judge by.
“God, I love this shit,” Dean whispers, his fingers tickling along Castiel’s thighs.
“When I got Zepp, I, uh, I got him from this breeder,” Dean kisses along his neck, sinking two fingers inside Castiel’s oozing hole.
“Never told anyone, but he’s trained to breed up naughty little things like you.”
Castiel’s hole clenches around Dean’s fingers, hot and basking in these secrets that Dean’s never told anyone, Zepp’s lineage and Dean’s stash of doggy porn and the way his breath comes out jagged as he fucks his fingers into Castiel’s tangible excitement.
Dean ties him off while they watch the dirtiest movie Dean has. A pretty omega with wide eyes and tan skin takes a whole pack of dogs, knot after knot until his stomach swells out with come and he’s dripping sweat. It’s the hottest, dirtiest thing Castiel has ever seen, and the best part is the look of thrilled pride on Dean’s face as Castiel squirms with arousal. He comes while Dean bites softly at his neck and tells him how perfect he is.
Castiel finally falls asleep while Dean’s still inside him.
~
Castiel wakes up alone.
He panics until he hears the distant clamor of someone in the kitchen. He’s about to get up and find Dean when Zepp bounds into the room.
Dean’s close on his heels, carrying a tray laden with food.
“Hope you like waffles.”
They eat breakfast in bed. It’s all delicious but nothing makes him feel more satisfied than being pressed under Dean’s arm.
They shower again, kissing for what feels like hours as the hot water steams the bathroom mirrors and turns them pink. It’s an indulgence, the water pouring over them like it’s not costing money and burning fuel, like Dean would pay anything just to hold Castiel’s wet, warm body against him.
Like Castiel won’t have to go home before the day’s over.
Castiel pushes the thought away and pushes himself back against Dean’s toweled hands. Dean rubs him down, sweeping soft cotton over every inch of him and whispering praise about each body part he dries off. Castiel’s tiny feet, his slender legs, his flat stomach, with extra attention to the sharp angles of his hips and the pinked dots of his nipples.
Dean towels his hair dry, running his hands into Castiel’s damp waves.
“I remember the first time I saw you.”
Dean leads him back to the bedroom, both of them completely. Castiel’s not used to walking around with such freedom, his body on display. He blushes as Dean sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls a standing Castiel between his legs.
“You were reading or something, and Zepp got out.”
Castiel laughs.
“He wanted my sandwich.”
“I bet he wanted to fuck you.”
Castiel blushes deeper as Dean looks over at Zepp and shakes his head.
“I know I did.”
Dean’s hands trail up and down the inward bend of Castiel’s spine.
“Your hair was all messy and I remember thinking I just wanted to grab it and fuck that pretty mouth right there in the park.”
Dean’s hands slope onto his shoulders, pressing down until Castiel sinks to his knees. His fingers paw through Castiel’s hair, tugging enough to make Castiel whine, wanting.
“Want to learn how to suck cock, Cas?”
Dean tugs his head back, rough enough that Castiel gasps. He nods as much as he can against Dean’s grip on his hair, his throat working and his mouth watering.
His lips part as Dean guides him down onto his cock, spit dripping from his mouth because he thinks Dean will like it that way. His lips stretch, wet and hot around Dean’s thickness, swallowing the head as Dean strokes up into his mouth.
“Gonna take some practice to take it all, baby.”
Dean’s hands are still locked in his hair and Castiel goes boneless, begging Dean to lead him as he moans around his cock. He glances up as he tries to push his mouth down further, nose scrunching up at the ache in his jaw and his hole running wet at Dean’s deadly, rapt attention. Castiel inches down, breathing through his nose, spit squeezing out of the corners of his mouth, the head tickling against the back of his throat as he wills himself to take it.
Neither of them notices Zepp until he hikes himself onto Castiel’s back. Castiel splutters around Dean’s cock, tears burning into his eyes.
“Down!”
Dean growls and Castiel is sure a much, much fiercer dog than Zepp would back off too. Zepp hovers next to Castiel, pacing on his paws and whining.
“Guess he liked the show.” Dean laughs. His hands are still in Castiel’s hair so he tugs against Dean’s hand, blinking innocently. All of Dean’s movie omegas had big, wide eyes.
“He could breed me while I suck you off.”
Dean shakes his head, a smile stretching across his face.
“No, baby, we’re gonna give that little fuck hole a rest.”
Dean’s free hand tugs Zepp over by the collar.
“Why don’t you show Zepp here what I taught you?”
He pushes Zepp to sit. It takes a few tries to get him to stay but he settles down, his cock poking out between his legs.
In all of Dean’s movies, only a few actually showed anyone sucking a dog’s dick. Castiel thrills, recalling how much Dean had liked those ones, how he’d gotten so excited watching Castiel jerk himself to the one with the curvy blonde omega who’d rubbed his face all over the dog’s dick.
Dean frees his hold on Castiel’s hair and reaches down to grab Zepp’s dick at the base, earning him a happy whuff from Zepp and a wet moan from Castiel.
“He’s gonna be a lot easier to fit in your mouth.”
Craning his neck down, Castiel licks his lips before he takes the flared head of Zepp’s dick in his mouth. It’s not near as thick as Dean’s and he slides right down, pushing out some spit to guide the way and not stopping until his lips brush against the side of Dean’s hand. Zepp tries to buck up but Dean holds him in place.
“My good boy.”
Castiel’s not sure if Dean’s talking to him or the dog, and that just makes his dick harder as he works up and down on Zepp’s dick. He can feel it fattening against his tongue, swelling hot. Castiel flattens his tongue to drag it over the shaft, smoother than Dean’s cock. The tip of his tongue meets Dean’s hand and he gags a little, a soft sound in his throat that makes Dean growl.
“My turn.”
He hauls Castiel up by the neck. A line of spit strings from his mouth to Zepp’s cock before Dean pushes in, one hand on Castiel’s neck and one on Zepp’s. He squeezes Castiel tight, setting the pace as he bobs him up and down.
“Give me your hands, baby.”
He gives Castiel one more soft rub at his neck before he pulls him off his cock. His lips make a wet pop and Dean growls softly. His eyes are dark, full lashes lidding them, every inch the dangerous alpha and Castiel offers his hands up to Dean palms first.
“You’re gonna jerk him off while I use this mouth.”
Castiel wraps his hands around Zepp’s dick, stacking one on top of the other until the head of Zepp’s dick just peeks out at him. It’s still wet with Castiel’s spit and the slide is easy as he starts to stroke.
Dean pulls him back onto his cock, moving him in time with the stroke of his hands. Castiel’s jaw goes from stretch to ache to numb as Dean uses his mouth, fucking into him roughly until Castiel’s face is a mess of choked spit and precome.
Zepp’s dick throbs in his hand. He squirms and pants but stays down as Castiel jacks him. Dean’s hand threads through his collar, his grip sure and strong, holding all that animal power in place. Zepp can fuck him cross-eyed but every inch of Zepp belongs to Dean, and God, Castiel would wear a collar for Dean, too.
His hand skids over the starting swell of Zepp’s knot and Castiel mumbles around Dean’s cock, trying to warn him. Dean doesn’t miss a beat as he jerks Castiel back, pressing a fast, bruising kiss to Castiel’s lips before he shoves Castiel’s face back down to Zepp’s cock.
Castiel parts his lips but Dean holds him an inch too far to reach despite Castiel’s whine of protest.
“Squeeze his knot, Cas,” Dean barks,
“I want to watch him nut all over your face.”
A few more strokes, a good squeeze of his fist and Zepp’s coming. Castiel closes his eyes but he can feel it streak all over him, hitting his forehead, his hair, his nose, painting all over his panting mouth. It’s wet and warm and sticky and gross and Castiel’s ass leaks its own puddle of slick onto the floor.
He blinks up at Dean, his vision blurry to start with and made worse by the come stuck to his eyelashes. Dean releases his hold on Zepp’s collar and smears his thumb through the come wetting Castiel’s lips.
“Fuck, Cas, I don’t know if I wanna knot your ass or come on your face.”
“My face,” Castiel answers, before he can even think to stop himself. He closes his eyes and snakes his tongue over Dean’s thumb, sucking Zepp’s come into his mouth with a filthy, shameless slurp.
“Dirty fucking boy,” Dean growls, the way other alphas called their omegas things like angel face and my precious in romance movies. Castiel’s hand flies to his dick, rubbing at it as he lets his mouth fall open, tongue out and eyes burning into Dean’s face.
“Yeah, play with that sweet little prick while I jerk off on your face, that’s it.”
Dean’s hand flies over his cock, one working the shaft while the other pumps tight around the base. Castiel watches the way Dean’s hand works over his knot, squeezing it tight and pushing up. As good as it would feel in his ass it’s gorgeous to watch it swell up in Dean’s hands, fattening red and slick with precome at the sight of Castiel’s face.
“See what you do to me, Cas?”
Underneath the steady whine in Castiel’s wet throat are the slick passes of Dean’s hand on himself, the snap snap snap that makes Castiel’s hole clench.
“Covered in doggy come, fuck, you’ll take him wherever I tell you.”
Castiel moans at the statement. It’s not a question and they both know it. Castiel wants everything and Dean’s cock is leaking hard not in spite of but because Castiel is so dirty on the inside, because he’s a slut for this and he can lay himself bare for it, Dean’s to take.
Castiel’s dick jerks in his hand, his small stream of come running over his knuckles but it’s all subsumed in Dean’s deep growl, the clench of his hand in Castiel’s hair as he tilts Castiel’s head back and comes.
Fighting his urge to flinch, Castiel keeps his eyes open, just like his mouth, his hole, God, every part of him Dean’s to use and mark. Dean’s come is thicker than Zepp’s, fat lines of it sticking to Castiel’s skin, streaking his lips and pooling on his tongue.
It’s shocking when Dean kisses him, when those perfect, plump alpha lips press against his, licking into his mouth like no part of Castiel is too dirty to taste.
“God, I want to keep you like this all the time, Cas, all sweet and dirty for me and Zepp.”
“Yes, yes,” Castiel moans, kissing back into his mouth, come swirling dirty and raw on his tongue.
“Just keep you here, my good little breeder, fuck, just knot you whenever I feel like it, see you take it like a good little bitch for my dog.”
Dean swipes a hand over his cheek, come sticking tacky to his fingers. He rubs them over Castiel’s chest, massaging it into his skin.
“Keep that little hole all fucked and sloppy for me, train that perfect fucking mouth.”
Dean pulls him closer and swipes his tongue over Castiel’s chin, dragging dirty through a smear of come just to feed it back to Castiel. Castiel’s trembling too much to kiss back but Dean leads him, licking into his mouth and moaning.
“God, I want to rip that fucking patch off and breed you up so good, Cas, make me fucking crazy baby.”
This is dangerous, so exciting it makes Castiel tingle with how wrong it is. Castiel knows that, even if his mind is floating somewhere else. He shakes his head but Dean shushes him.
“Not gonna, I’d never, fuck, I’d never unless you, until,” Dean mumbles, settling on kissing Castiel again.
“Just want you so much.”
That Dean would even think it thrills Castiel so much it’s frightening. He pants against Dean’s mouth, coming back down. Not now, not yet, but God, it’s hot to think about.
As their breathing evens out they hear a jangle of dog tags. Zepp’s head is planted between his legs, licking at his balls furiously.
Dean and Castiel burst out laughing.
~
“You know you can’t tell anyone about this, right Cas?”
Letting Dean dress him should be embarrassing but he finds himself soothed by every touch of Dean’s hands. He does up the top button of Castiel’s jeans and kisses him right above the waist band.
“Of course not.”
Castiel’s not stupid but more than that, he’s greedy to keep Dean to himself.
“You’re gonna be my little secret, Cas.”
Dean smiles, warm. His eyes crinkle at the corners and Castiel frowns as he pulls a clean t-shirt over Castiel’s head.
“I don’t wanna leave.”
Castiels sounds small and childish but it makes Dean kiss him rough.
“You’re mine now, Cas.”
His breath is warm against Castiel’s neck as Castiel goes still.
“You’re gonna go back home, and you’re gonna be a good boy, you understand?”
He drags his teeth down the shell of Castiel’s ear, making him shiver.
“Get good grades and stay out of trouble with your folks, whatever you need to do so no one suspects anything.”
Dean strokes up and down Castiel’s arm before circling his hand around Castiel’s bicep. His hand closes all the way around, his thumb tucking under his middle finger.
“And you’re gonna keep coming over here every day to walk Zepp, like everything’s normal.”
Nothing will every be normal again but Castiel nods, his skin rubbing against the stubble dotting Dean’s jaw.
“I swear to God I’ll do everything in my power to get home and take care of you every night, Cas.”
He’s holding Castiel’s arm so tight his nails dig in and Castiel melts into it.
“And if I can’t get back in time, Zepp’ll take care of you, won’t he?”
“Can I,” Castiel whispers, rolling his neck to let Dean lick along the soft skin under his ear.
“Can I take his knot even if you’re still coming home?”
Castiel means to be provocative but he’s still shocked when Dean lifts him onto the bed, crowding on top of him.
“Little slut.” Dean shakes his head, his eyes blazing as Castiel wriggles underneath him.
“Yeah, baby, you can take that knot all you want.” Dean leans down to kiss him, his shoulders flexing as his hands box Castiel in.
“M’gonna keep all these cameras up.”
Dean tilts his head at the unit on his dresser.
“Wanna see you run here after school and just drop your pants for him, let him fuck you raw while I watch at work. Drive me fucking crazy.”
Dean’s cock presses fat against him as Dean bites his lip.
“Gonna go out tomorrow and get you a phone, OK? Just for us. A good one, so we can send each other pictures. Would you do that for me, Cas?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Castiel nods, so fast his forehead butts against Dean’s.
“Would you, um, would you send me pictures too?” Castiel blushes, looking down at the outline of Dean’s cock pressing against his pants.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Dean grins.
“Send you pictures of my cock all hard for you, get my knot up.” He grinds down against Castiel, who’s perilously close to soaking through his omega briefs already.
“Shit, I could give you some of those movies you liked, the ones we watched? Get you some sex knots, too, fuck.”
Dean growls against Castiel’s chest.
“Wanna see you fuck yourself to some doggy porn, get that little ass up in the air and stuff it full for me.”
Dean kisses him again, his whole weight pressed on top of Castiel, leaving him breathless. Castiel closes his eyes, trying to memorize every solid inch of him.
“God, Cas, I gotta get you out of here before I just knot you and lock you in the bathroom forever.”
It’s one of those jokes that’s so dangerously close to what Castiel wants. He reluctantly lets Dean stand him up, fussing over his hair and pulling his clothes straight.
Dean still pays him over Castiel’s objections, with the sensible explanation that it would seem even more suspicious if he didn’t. Castiel vows to share some of it with Anna. God, if his parents had said no, if he hadn’t been able to waltz right into Dean’s trap. If Dean hadn’t caught him…
“You come here as soon as you can tomorrow, got it?”
Dean settles his backpack over his shoulders and calls Zepp over. Tongue out and tail wagging, Zepp gleefully accepts Castiel’s hug.
“You gotta promise me, Cas. If you don’t come back I…” Dean shakes his head, his mouth tight.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
“Of course I’m coming back,” Castiel gapes, throwing his arms around Dean’s neck and kissing him.
“You did promise me a phone,” Castiel jokes, trying to look coquettish as Dean laughs and rakes a hand through his hair.
“I did, you little dick.” Dean picks him up, backpack and all, and walks him to the door.
“Bye, Dean.”
Dean sets him down and leans in to give him a kiss, softer and sweeter than all the others.
“See you tomorrow, Cas.”
~
Castiel walks by the dog run on the way home and pauses to watch the sun set over the staggered treetops of the park. Dogs bark and race past him, kicking up dust and making Castiel smile.
He already knows what he wants to do with Zepp and Dean tomorrow.
The End.