A/N: This is my break piece from True Love's Locket. I couldn't move forward on that story until this idea was gone. This was originally going to be a one-shot but I've changed my mind. I'm a huge Supernatural fan and I don't like messing with the perfection of the show but sometimes, I just need more Dean/Cas action. Anyways, this my first Destial piece, if you don't like guy/guy pairing, you're not in the right place. I rated this M, for safety reasons. I really don't want to be kicked off. So anyways, sorry about any grammatical errors, and please look past them. Happy reading. Review/give feedback if you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Boo.
Things That Go Bump In The Night
Chapter 1- Next Door Porno
The familiar thumping through the wall began when Dean made himself more at home in the run-down motel room. Surprisingly enough, this motel looked somewhat better than some of the shit holes that they had stayed in previously. Yea, wallpaper that was an recognizable color was peeling from the corners, brown water stains decorated the ceiling in various different places, and it obviously reeked like mold and heavy cleaners. The one perk of their motel room: It was quiet. After the kind of week Dean had, dealing with those Amazon bitches, he wanted nothing but quiet and to be away from women, for at least a week.
He propped his boots up on the coffee table with a loud thud as he lazily flipped channels with the remote in his hand. When he settle on a channel- something other than porn at his brother's insistence, but settled on something that would ruffle his younger brother's feathers anyways. As Girl's Gone Wild blared through the small speakers of the T.V, he heard a loud sigh of complaint from the kitchen. He brought the bottle of beer to his smirking lips for a swig, that's when the moaning, and groaning started to happen, along with increased thumping. Dean looked to Sam, and grinned his 'someone's getting lucky' smile at his brother. Which, to no surprise, Sam rolled his eyes at him as he focused on his beloved laptop, tracking for those bitches who disappeared.
An hour passed, and all the noises from the wall only grew louder. Dean didn't know whether to complain about the noise by telling them to shut the hell up through the wall or congratulate the stamina. As the third episode of Girl's Gone Wild flashed across the screen in the flashes and giggles from probably underage girls echoed through the room, he heard a frustrated slam from inside the kitchen. Dean turned his head from flashing women on the television towards the kitchen, where Sammy sat with his hands buried in his dark brown girlie hair.
"Everything okay in there?" asked Dean as he clicked the boob tube off and tossed the remote on the couch as he pulled himself from his comfortable seat. He leaned on the dividing wall that separated the kitchen from the "bedroom" with his empty beer bottle in his hand as Sam let out another frustrated groan at the two-seater table before standing up and grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair.
His younger brother froze at the door as he spoke over his shoulder, "I can't concentrate in here!" Sam growled, "Not with you blaring jailbait on the T.V and them," he jabbed his thumb at the wall. "I'm going out for a walk."
Before Dean could say anything about staying away from hot women and/or staying away from people in general, he watched as Sam threw open the door and slammed it shut behind him. He shook his head as he walked across the tiny kitchen to the fridge for another beer. As his hand snatched a frosty cold one, he wondered how his younger brother became such a little bitch before finally deciding it was the hair. He walked back the dark blue couch and propped his boots up again. His fingers snatched the remote and clicked the channel of flashing jailbait back on. The lust filled thumping from the next room was easily drowned out by the girls on T.V, who seemed obsolete now that Sammy wasn't here to purposely pester since it was Sam who wanted to stop driving in the first place.
If it was up to him, they would have still been on the road, jamming to Metallica or another rock band that held his heart since boyhood as they traveled to another case while they also looked for Amazons. But, bitchface had won, by being annoying, stating his precious laptop needed to be "charged" and that they needed to sleep in a real bed and blah blah blah, Dean hadn't really been listening after that, it was the only way he could handle Sam being Sam. Now, Dean couldn't deny that sleeping in a real bed would've been nice, but they way the neighbors were going at it, sleeping would be out of the question. The irony was punishment for Sam, and maybe, just maybe, his stubborn younger brother would listen to him about driving through the night instead of stopping at a Motel for a bed. There was nothing wrong with sleeping in the Impala on the side of the road.
He aimed the remote to channel flip again and clicked, when nothing happened. Then he clicked it several more times, his finger pushing the poor button down harder as the more frustrated he grew. When the blasted thing wouldn't work at all, Dean smacked it with his knee several times, and was about to change the channel then he paused when a black-haired girl with bright blue eyes hypnotized him. The pair of blue eyes were painstaking familiar but not. The pair staring at him through the T.V didn't carry the amazement wonder as the blue eyes he thought of did. Something in Dean's chest ached for his fallen friend, the angel who became like family to him. The angel had grown into someone he needed in his life but was without. Just like Bobby. A small stab of guilt for letting down those he cared about made him take a deep swig of beer from his bottle, to chase the heavy feeling away, he almost wished for something stronger.
His hand that held the remote, closed around the inanimate object tightly as he grew more heated by the way the idiot angel hadn't listened to him, when he had told Cas not to work with Crowley. Dean was angry for a lot of things that Cas did; most importantly, crumbling Sam's protective wall in his head that shielded him from his time in the cage with Lucifer. There were days, when Dean questioned his younger brother's mind and just how long it would take for the wall to truly crumble. Sam was beginning not to sleep, which made his protective big brother attitude flare, but how can you fight something that's not real? Losing Sam, after losing Bobby and Cas, would kill him, and if didn't, Dean would make sure it would. He ripped his eyes from television screen, that was showing flashes of blond girls making out now, instead of the blue eyes that he had grown to care about. He clinked the remote and the noise of the T.V disappeared just due his lack of interest for watching anything.
The thumping from the wall, along with the other sexual noises flowed into the hotel room. Sitting on the couch, alone in the room, gave Dean ideas to pass the time, below the belt ideas, just like any other man and he could feel himself growing hard tight across his relaxed fit jeans. Oddly enough, he licked his bottom lip as he realized he had his own porno soundtrack going next door, all he had to do was to sit back and close his eyes to imagine something. Dean leaned back to look at the hotel door for a moment, just waiting for the cockblocking son-of-bitch that he calls Sam to walk through the door in any second to ruin his own evening plans.
When the door didn't make movement or a sound of being opened, Dean rustled with his leather belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He slipped his jeans, along with his boxers midway down his muscular thighs, just in case Sam did decide to bolt through the door to interrupt his private session with himself. His eyes fell shut when he firmly grasped his exposed member into his hand, and began to slowly pump his firm, hard shaft. Dean began to imagine that it was the black-haired girl from T.V coaxing his body into divine pleasure. A groan escaped his lips, as the imaginary girl increased her acceleration on his shaft.
In his made-up imaginary scenario, Dean closed his eyes as her mouth closed around his head, making low humming sounds of appreciation. His fingers laced into her short hair, encouraging her to suck hard and take more of him into her throat. He gasped when his desires were met by the girl in his head and Dean desperately opened his eyes to look at her but it wasn't her. Instead, he saw Cas, pumping up and down his shaft with his red lips massaging his shaft. Dean could feel his stubble rub against the sensitive skin of his package and Dean threw his head back with a hiss of pleasure. When he lifted his head, his green eyes locked with blue eyes, that held the amazement wonder that looked at Dean which was something that Dean had missed. As the angel worked Dean with his mouth, Dean buried his hands deeper into Cas' hair, and tugging at it softly to warn the angel about his climax. When Cas' refused to come off of him, Dean choked out, "Cas...I..."
Then the angel did something with his tongue that made Dean moan and writhe his hips, ultimately thrusting himself deeper into Cas' mouth. The warm, tightness of Cas' deeper throat tipped Dean over the edge of warning. With his peak just moments away, Dean gruffly seized Cas' head and shoved the angel's mouth harder, faster on his throbbing cock. Dean would let a series of disgruntled curses as his moaning grew louder every time he would reach the deeper parts of Cas' throat. He was truly throat-fucking the angel who glared at him heatedly with his blue eyes from the attack, in their depths. Dean could see something deeper, something wild, promising him silently revenge for his behavior. Did Dean care? The answer was no, there was something about Cas' eyes that sent anticipated shivers down his spine. Did he care that he was throat-fucking a friend? A male friend at that? He had no idea, he was too lost in his pleasure that the angel was giving him and something in his chest said it felt right.
Suddenly, his seed burst from his throbbing shaft into Cas' throat. Dean watched with wonder as the angel swallowed his warm liquid down without flinching at the taste as so many other woman had complained about. Once he was spent, Dean, reaching out and snatched Cas into his arms, and began to kiss him deeply. The heated kiss, turned into something like a dominance display, it was all teeth, tongues and nails. They sprawled on the hotel couch as more clothing was lost in the entangled battle of passion. The angel was naked underneath him on second and the next-
Dean fell to the dirty hotel floor with hard thud and he quickly jumped to his feet prepared for a fight, having the knife from his boot in his hand, completely forgetting the state of his undress. When he discovered that he was alone in the room, and the only sound being the a/c unit kicking on, Dean relaxed and shoved his knife back into his boot. Warm liquid trailed down his stomach as more trailed down his thighs. Deciding he needed to catch a shower before Sammy walked through the door, he kicked off his boots, his jeans and his boxers as he pulled his gray t-shirt over his head. The golden amulet made him flinch slightly as the cold object touched his skin.
He walked nude to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. As he walked by the mirror of the bathroom, Dean caught his reflection. His lips, along with his cheeks a flushed red which made him wonder just how many orgasms he had or just how long had he been playing with himself. Dean grabbed the shower knob and turned it on to full blast. As waves of heated steam spread across the small bathroom, Dean wondered just what the hell was wrong with him and why did he think of Cas when he was...well...touching himself. Dean mentally snorted at himself, thinking that he shouldn't sound like such a girl and call it as it was. He was masturbating, and the only logical explanation of why Cas was in his sexual fantasy was because he missed the guy in the non-sexual kind of way and seeing the girl on T.V didn't help his sorrows. Dean nodded his head, completely agreeing to his theory.
As he climbed in the shower, scorching his skin with the blistering hot water, he couldn't shake off the feeling of something else. Something different. And, Dean, in usual Dean fashion, stuffed the weird feelings away under the label of chick-flick feelings. He wasn't ready to open that Pandora's box or whatever box it was. He showered quickly, letting all evidence of fantasy wash down the Motel drain. When Dean figured that he was clean enough and his feelings were under control, he turned off the water. The water drained and dripped as Dean snatched a scratchy, white towel from the metal shelf above the toilet. He ran the towel over his dripping wet body before stepping from the shower completely. Then his head started to throb in exhaustion. Grumbling underneath his breath, Dean hung his towel up neatly, just so he didn't have to hear Sammy bitch about his "slobbish" habits -Sam's words, not his.
Cold air nipped at his skin as Dean opened the bathroom door to the motel room. His pink, small nipples hardened instantly as he snatched his army green duffel from the floor onto his bed. He pulled out a pair of green boxers and slipped his feet in. He settled the waistband on his hips before knocked the bag down to the floor in a tired movement. He walked around the bed and clicked the light as he fell onto his claimed bed sideways. Before he let sleep overcome him, Dean felt for his gun that was hidden underneath a pillow with his fingertips and a small prayer that Sammy is alright. Just as his eyelashes fluttered against his skin, the thumping from earlier started began again.
Groaning, a similar frustrated groan to his younger brother's, Dean slammed his eyes shut and sandwiched his head between two pillows to try to drown out the noise. When the moaning started up again, Dean growled loudly, hoping that the horny couple would hear him through the wall and get to bed. His eyes flickered to the neon green numbers that read 3:00am. Even at his best and wanting to hump like a rabbit, Dean still needed to sleep. When the clock read 3:30am, Dean was positively fuming. He banged his fist on the wall, and growled, "Could you freaking knock boots later? I'm trying to get some damn sleep!"
He heard a small feminine giggle and a very masculine 'No' from the other side of the wall, soon followed by a small yelp and more moaning. Dean grumbled under his breath as he rolled over on his back with his eyes closed, "See if I ever save your ass from anything."
"You have saved me countless times already Dean."
His green eyes bolt open and sees Cas looking down at him in a blue sweater and a pair of blue jeans with his head tilted sideways with his eyes staring at him with fascinating amazement that he always did. Surprised, Dean stumbled up from his bed and pulled the angel into a hug automatically, completely forgetting about his anger at Cas for the moment.
Dean beamed at the angel as he pulled away, his heart slammed steady against his chest as Dean furrowed his brow together, "Now, don't take this the wrong way Cas, but what are you doing here? I thought you were dead."
Cas nodded, "I was dead. Someone brought me back."
"So, you're back together? Like together together?" asked Dean. The only answer he received from the angel was a slight head tilt and Dean knew that he would have to rephrase the question for the socially awkward angel. "Are you powered up on angel mojo now and nothing else?"
Again, Cas nodded, "I am myself again."
Dean nodded his head and muttered a heartfelt, "Good" as he licked his bottom lip and his green eyes roamed over the angel. He did look whole again, as Cas put it. He positively looked perfect again, nothing at all like the boiled mess or the oozing mess when Dean last saw him. Except the clothes, there was something so unlike Cas without his usual trenchcoat. The feeling that Dean fought with back in the shower snapped open, wide open as Dean looked over Cas' mouth, more importantly his lips. The sexual fantasy that he had earlier didn't help as he remembered just how great it felt to have Cas' mouth around him, to kiss him, to have the angel naked underneath him when they were about to- Dean shook his head as his eyes looked downward from the angel in front of him, he was hoping that the memories would rattle out of his brain and spill out on floor. That way, he wouldn't have to think about things that he never wanted to think of before.
"Dean, you look unwell." Dean looked up and found Cas deep into his personal space. Unlike any other time when Cas was in his space, Dean swallowed hard and trained his eyes away from the unknowingly tempting angel in front of him. In the empty, now quiet room now that the "thumpers" as he named them, finally screwed each other into oblivion, he heard that painfully tight lump swallow deep into his stomach but did nothing to help Dean. Instead he was only reminded just how dream-like Cas swallowed his seed down his throat without struggle. When Cas tilted his head again, awaiting Dean's prolonged answer, his Paradora's box opened wider, spilling some forbidden untamed feeling across his skin. Dean realized, when he licked his bottom again, his green eyes flickered to Cas' lips, that he wanted to kiss him, almost needed to. That thought alone frightened the hell out of him.
Cas tilted his head sideways again as he watched Dean curiously. The man in front of him seemed as if he was caught in a battle with his hands and body twitching one way then another. A feeling that was labeled as nervousness swam in the pit of his stomach when Dean looked upon his face with his usual green eyes that contained a type of heat that he knew was lust. Being an angel, Cas was taught many things, like to abide by heaven's rules then to expect the unexpected. So when Dean Winchester grabbed him roughly and slammed his lips onto his, Cas was very surprised but, as the righteous man's lips caressed his own, the feeling of surprise washed away. Instead, a growing hunger churned in his stomach as he deeply kissed Dean back. Something that he tried to bury deep within him, that something that he felt when he pulled Dean out of hell started stirred once more.
Heated passions grew as arms snake around waist and hands entangled into hair. The kiss was exactly as Dean imagined, full of nipping, exploring and fighting for dominance. Did he know who was winning? No. Did he care? Not at this moment. All Dean wanted to do was drink the man down by mouth. He felt Cas' light feathery touches grow harder on his bare back, his nails digging hard into the flesh of his back which Dean didn't mind at all. He shivered, knowing that, deep down he liked it.
His knees smashed into the back of the bed and grabbed the angel harder into his arms as they thumped backwards on the bed. Dean moaned into Cas' mouth when the angel rolled his hips against him accidentally, brushing against his almost bare erection against the hardened fabric of Cas' jeans. With all of Dean's deniable logic gone, and his questioning voice about his feelings disappeared into nothingness. All Dean, in that moment was, to feel Cas' skin against his, just like his dream. He broke from the heated passionate kiss with a gasp as he pulled at the bottom of Cas' sweater and yanked it over the angel's head. The discarded blue sweater was thrown aside uncaring as Dean pulled Cas into his arms again.
Their lips found each other quickly to continue their battle. Dean groaned a string of jumbled curses into the angel's mouth when Cas rolled his hips against Dean's. Cas smirked against the man's lips as he rolled his hips over and over again until Dean was mumbling incoherent words that made the angel smile wordlessly. Dean was lost in pleasure that he never wanted to know about as his nails raked into Cas' back.
Having another man, or in this case, an angel dry hump him to into the mattress wasn't on his bucket list, or it wouldn't be if he had one. With each roll of Cas' hip, the headboard thumped loudly against the wall, and the mere sound of what they were doing together drove nail deeper into Dean's feelings, his closet of feelings, the feelings that he plagued him and that he shoved deeper away to deny anything beyond friendship for the angel who was dominating him at the moment. His hands weaved from Cas' back, and latched onto the angel's belt.
Dean's fingers fumbled with the button and lowered the zipper slowly, not wanting to catch any precious tidbits if Cas wasn't wearing underwear. That kind of pain could ruin the moment, as he would personally know from his younger years. To his relief, the angel was wearing boxers or something that Dean noticed until Cas rolled his hips harder into him. Dean's hand gripped hard at Cas' back and the angel above him broke the kiss between to hissed. Cas' starling blue eyes when they landed on his green ones made Dean's heart jump into overtime. He greedily snatched the angel by the back of his head and kissed the living daylights out of him, with probing tongues in all.
It was when the hotel door opened, Dean froze literally. His blood ran cold when he realized what this might look like to Sam but he didn't need to explain. Cas' warm body was gone just as the door swung open with the light sound of feathers. Dean quickly sat and snatched a pillow from the floor to place in his lap to hide his excitement as he watched Sam cross into the kitchen with a bag of food, eyeballing him slowly. Dean knew that he was a mess, hell he felt like a mess. His lips throbbed from overused abuse, most likely scratches on some part of him somewhere, and his eyes glance at the clock that read 5:30am. Cas had dry humped him into a mattress for three hours and he had let it happen.
Knowing that they had to be on the road soon, Dean muttered,"I'm going to take a shower," as he tossed the pillow aside when he was settle down. He stood, and his hips ached from the humping, his man parts ached from prolonged blue balls and he needed his shower to think and stuff. Mostly to think. He needed to think about what just happened with Cas and what lines now, needed to be drawn. Dean wordlessly snatched his duffel bag from the floor and ventured into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Sam knew what he saw, at least he was pretty sure of what he had seen. Whether or not his mind fully comprehended the scene of what looked like Cas and his brother in bed together, thankfully somewhat clothed, was mind boggling to him. Of course, he didn't say anything. Why should he? In his head, Sam knew that the fallen angel and his brother were going to end up together eventually. He took a bite from his salad, quietly munching on his "rabbit food" as his brother calls it. Sam opened his laptop gently, almost apologetic from his earlier abuse. He takes another bite from his salad and focuses on the screen before him, wildly researching for leads as heard Dean singing Back In Black by ACDC loudly in the shower. Then he just shakes his head and sighs. Some things won't ever change.