Watching Dean prepare for bed had become one of Castiel's favorite pass-times.
The man was slow, but deliberate, with his motions; using his feet to place his shoes side-by-side at the foot of the bed, while he easily out of his jacket. Castiel's eyes observed every delicate muscle twitch in the man's arms, as Dean tugged his belt open and slid it out from around his thick waist. Dean was always careful to place his clothing back into his duffel bag; never leaving stray pieces to lay prey to the uncleanliness of the motel room. Castiel admired Dean's dedication to his personal possessions. It showed how much he truly appreciated the smallest things life gave him, even if it was a simple set of clothing.
"Enjoying the show?"
The angel's eyes snapped up to Dean's face at the sound of his low, seductive voice. The man's emerald eyes stared playfully at Castiel, as he stuffed his belt into his dark bag. Cas swallowed the moisture in his mouth, feeling arousal threatening to blossom in his lower region. Yes. He did, indeed, enjoy watching Dean's body move in any fashion, especially when clothing was being removed from it. And he wanted to state this fondness out loud – but his eyes flicked to the right side of the room, where Sam was also preparing for bed. The younger Winchester wasn't paying any attention to them of course, but Castiel didn't want to make him uncomfortable in case he was secretly listening.
In the small gap of time in which Castiel pondered on answering Dean's quiet question, Dean had begun to slowly slip his jeans down his legs. The man's eyes were still glued to Castiel's – still teasing the angel with a smug expression – as he bent over to step out of his pants. The man's buttocks and thighs were gloriously accentuated by his tight, black underwear; teasing Castiel further by flexing in an alluring manor. Intercourse was suddenly all the angel could think about. Penetrating Dean's narrow opening was the only thought in his mind. Blood was suddenly rushing to fill Cas's stiffening member -
"Hey, guys?"
Dean and Castiel both looked in the direction of Sam's voice. The angel half expected him to be wearing a look of disgust; aware of the private moment between his brother and the angel. But, instead, Sam was holding up the small bag of candy he had carried into the motel room. His eyes were slightly narrowed with warning.
"Don't eat any of this, 'kay?" he requested, his face appearing to flush as he stowed the sweets into his bed-side table.
Castiel nodded, feeling the blood slowly draining away from his lower half. He could understand, now, what Dean meant when he stated that Sam could be a 'buzz kill.' Sam's distraction was just enough to smolder the angel's lust. Dean, however, was rolling his eyes.
"Well, that's real nice of you share-bear, " he spat, picking up his discarded jeans to place them in his duffel bag, "but fine. We'll leave it alone. As long as you make me a deal."
Castiel joined Sam in looking at Dean with curiosity. The angel was just as curious as Sam; unaware of what Dean was about to request.
"What?" Sam blurted.
Dean gave a nod toward Castiel before allowing a smile to grace his lips.
"You let Cas sleep in bed with me, without bitching about it," he stated, raising an eyebrow, "and I won't touch a single gummy bear."
Castiel's heart rate increased. He adored the very thought of laying next to Dean; sharing the same breath as their limbs found each other under the sheets, being lovingly smothered by the man's intoxicating scent while he clung to his warm body...The angel's eyes darted back to Sam, hoping to see agreement cross his features. With a heavy sigh, Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine," he mumbled, pointing a threatening finger toward Dean and Castiel, "but if I hear so much as a whimper from over there -"
"Relax," Dean interrupted, waving a dismissing hand in Sam's direction, "we're not gonna do that shit while you're here. That's just creepy, Sam. We're just gonna sleep."
"Angels don't sleep," Sam grumbled, sliding into bed.
Dean was tugging Castiel toward him when he shot a raised brow at his brother.
"How would you know?" Dean asked playfully.
A strange look flashed across Sam's face at Dean's words; an expression of fear mixed with bashfulness. Castiel watched a blush instantly rise to fill Sam's cheeks.
"Uh, g – goodnight," Sam suddenly stuttered, quickly reaching up to click off his bed-side lamp before rolling over.
Though Castiel sort of wanted to ask Sam why he appeared to be so embarrassed, his attention was caught by Dean's hands. The man's strong, but tender, fingers where tugging the angel's coat down his arms; removing the fabric to lay it on top of his own duffel bag. Cas wondered why Dean was disrobing him, especially now, in the presence of his brother. They weren't about to engage in more intercourse, here and now – were they? Dean carefully yanked the blue tie off Castiel's neck and tossed it with the coat before undoing the top three buttons of Cas's white shirt. After that, Dean was backing toward the bed; his precious, pink lips smirking as he slid between the sheets.
"Take your shoes off," the man suggested in a whisper.
Castiel was a bit confused. Was this some odd form of foreplay? Were they about to perform intercourse while Sam was in the room?
"Why?" the angel breathed, wanting to understand.
"It's more comfortable in bed without them," he replied, his green eyes so beautiful in the dim light, "Besides, I think we keep the sheets dirty enough."
"I heard that." Sam's mumble echoed from his side of the room.
Dean was holding down a laugh at his brother's comment, as Castiel was stepping out of his shoes. He carefully placed the black shoes next to Dean's boots at the end of the bed. As he backed toward the headboard, the angel couldn't help but think that they looked oddly perfect that way – the worn, black soles arranged in an orderly fashion next to the faded, mud-caked boots. Perhaps this was how Dean and Castiel appeared when they stood next to one another; Oddly perfect.
Dean was holding up the large blanket as Castiel gently lowered himself to lay down. The man's body heat was the first thing Cas's senses were aware of, followed by Dean's dizzying aroma. Castiel's arms snaked their way around Dean's warm frame almost instantly; horizontally pressing their fronts together. The angel sighed as Dean draped the heavy blanket over them. Lustful intimacy was one thing, but this – having his own body touch Dean's with clothes still between them, and yet, still being able to feel so spiritually aroused – was something entirely different.
"I love you," Castiel breathed, the whispered words slipping from his tongue like a drop of water running down glass.
The smile that lit up Dean's freckled face made the angel ache with happiness. The man stretched his mouth forward to press against Cas's, his hand clutching a handful of the angel's white shirt. Their tongues slid meaningfully together for a moment, just long enough for Castiel to feel heat beginning to burn in his stomach, before Dean pulled away.
"I love you, too," he whispered into Castiel's mouth.
Castiel smiled, enjoying the look of bliss and playfulness in Dean's eyes.
"Do me a favor," the man suddenly breathed, his emerald eyes searching Castiel's face, "Don't ever let me push you away again, okay? Don't let me be a dick to you, Cas."
A delicate tingle emanated from the angel's chest, reminding him of Dean's recent internal battle with his deceased father; how just the thought of John's reaction caused Dean to be in dire emotional pain. And it made Castiel tense with anger, knowing how much terrifying power John Winchester held over his sons...even from beyond the grave...
"But, if I ever am," Dean added, breaking Castiel away from his thoughts with a suggestive smirk, "you're more than welcome to spank me..."
Castiel gulped, seeing the seductiveness in Dean's eyes. Was he truly giving Cas permission to physically reprimand him? Erotically? An aggravated groan came from the other side of the room.
"I heard that too," Sam grumbled, sounding terribly weary.
"Go to sleep, Sammy," Dean called, his face flushing, "We have a big day tomorrow, dammit."
With his statement still lingering in the air, Dean snuggled close to Castiel; forcing himself deeper into the angel's arms and laying his cheek softly against Cas's shoulder. Castiel cradled Dean in his grasp, feeling the man's lungs slowly expanding and retracting – and his heart steadily beating. The gentle drum against his own chest was enough to make Castiel's smile widen. He briefly pressed his lips to Dean's temple; stamping it with a protective and loving kiss.
Castiel was mindful to lay perfectly still, as to not stir Dean from his sleep. Both Winchesters were peaceful for the longest time; the soft sound of Sam's gentle snores echoed through the room as Dean shifted next to Castiel. The man had long since rolled onto his back; his head tilted toward the ceiling as his arms lay limply at his sides. The angel always found comfort in studying Dean's physical form. The endless spectrum of freckles, the ridged lines of veins etched under his taut skin, the steady rhythm of his strong heartbeat...
Close to three o'clock that morning, however, something began to change. Dean's slow breathing began to pick up pace. His heart was beginning to pump faster and more fiercely. Castiel eased up to inspect the man's face, worried that he might be having a nightmare. There were sudden flashes of expression – the twitch of an eye brow, and the slight curl of a lip – but nothing the angel could decipher.
"Nuh,"
Castiel blinked down at Dean's face, feeling a strange reminiscence. He had witnessed Dean do this before; watched him cry out and thrash around in his sleep. The first time, Dean had been dreaming something erotic and it caused his body to react. Was it happening again? Was his dream arousing him? Castiel carefully lifted the blanket to look down between them, hoping to see if his assumptions were correct. And there, just peeking out from the top hem of Dean's dark underwear, was the head of his erection.
Dean's legs suddenly shifted, causing the erection to slide out more into the open. Cas could feel that he, himself, was becoming aroused at the sight of the large pink head jutting up Dean's stomach. It was a lovely sight to behold; seeing the man's member growing with stiffness. It was as if Dean's erection had become it's own entity; growing and throbbing like it knew Castiel was watching it...Cas brought his sights back to the man's face. Was Dean dreaming something vulgar once more?
"Ah," the sound escaped Dean's mouth as a sigh.
What beautiful scene was taking place in Dean's mind, this time? The curiosity was too much for Castiel. Just a peek wouldn't hurt, right? The angel carefully slid a hand onto Dean's forehead and began to submerge himself beneath the waves of the man's subconscious. Dean's dream took shape around him, displaying the true origin of his body's reactions.
It was a dark room, only lit with hanging, shaded lamps. Each one was positioned over a long green table, which housed an array of numbered balls. Castiel assumed this was a place Dean visited many times in real life, because the scene was so realistic; smoky air, the faint smell of alcohol, vibrant colors...Perhaps he'd played a game here. A sound was loud in the room as well; a sound that Castiel knew all too well.
Dean's erotic cries were echoing from behind him. The angel carefully turned to see that Dean was bent over one of the green tables. He was completely unclothed and groaning beautifully, as a dream version of Castiel penetrated him from behind. The real Castiel could feel an abundance of sexual satisfaction in Dean's subconscious. The man was craving this in the worst way; almost identifying it as a necessity.
"Harder, Cas," Dean begged in a whimper, panting as he quaked on top of the table, "P – please!"
Castiel took the time to appraise the version of himself in Dean's dream. He was thrusting into Dean's backside, gripping the man's hips with enough force to severely bruise him. This was all very normal to Castiel; he was used to Dean's lust for dominance. The odd part, however, was that the dream version of Cas was entirely chrome; his metal skin shining sleekly in the dim light. Every part of him was chrome, save his powerfully electric blue eyes. The angel tilted his head in bewilderment, as he watched the metal form pounding brutally into Dean. Why did this arouse Dean so much? What was it about the texture of smooth metal sliding in and out of him, that made Dean ache with lust?
"Moan, Dean," the metal angel demanded, his voice reverberating off the walls as he thrust deeper into the man, "Beg for it."
"Ca – Cas!" Dean whined, curling against the table, "Ah! M – more!"
Castiel could feel himself becoming aroused at the abnormal sight of Dean being violently penetrated by the metal angel, even though the entire act was so bizarre. Just like watching Dean's other dream, he felt he needed to service the man. Dean's urge for intercourse was so overwhelming, that Castiel could almost feel his pain; the pain of needing to ejaculate...
The angel swiftly maneuvered his way back out of Dean's subconscious, returning to the motel bed. Dean was now panting in his sleep; limbs twitching as his head rolled back and forth, his heart thumping almost visibly against his chest. Castiel couldn't help but glance back down at Dean's erection. The shaft had doubled in size; swelling to reach far up his heaving stomach, still flicking in Cas's direction with conviction. It was begging to be touched; to be nursed the manor that only Castiel had mastered...
But Sam was still in the room. Castiel glanced urgently between Dean's thrashing body beside him and Sam's slumbering form in the distance. A choice was clearly going to have to be made; Either quench Dean's thirst for physical climax, or allow him to suffer in the wake of the promise he'd made to his younger brother. Castiel felt terribly torn, hearing Dean's grunts mixing with Sam's quiet snores. Dean's breathing was infectious, causing the angel's own lungs to work faster. What should Cas do?
"Uh," Dean whimpered softly, his tone high, "C – Cas..."
Hearing his own name being called with such yearning was the breaking point for Castiel. The angel gently gripped Dean's shoulders and gave him a firm shake.
"Dean," he hissed in a whisper, his eyes still flickering towards Sam's side of the room with precaution, "Open your eyes, Dean."
The bright green eyes fluttered open with a start, darting around the room as Dean flinched awake. As soon as the emerald orbs fell upon Castiel's face, raw passion seemed to ignite in them. Dean grabbed two fistfuls of the angel's white shirt before yanking him down into a furious kiss. Castiel adored the sensation, allowing Dean's tongue to slither around in his mouth as he felt the man thrusting upward. Dean was still hard; apparently finding it difficult to control his pelvis.
"Cas," he whined, forcing the angel's hand inside his dark underwear as he panted into his face, "Put 'em in...please, put 'em in."
For a moment, Castiel was unsure of what Dean was asking for. What were 'they?' And where was he supposed to 'put them?' But then, as he watched Dean take hold of his own erection and start to pump, Cas understood. Dean was asking to be penetrated by the angel's fingers.
Castiel glanced toward Sam's side of the room again, making sure he was still asleep, before bringing his own hand to his mouth. He slicked his own fingers with saliva before reaching down to rub them against Dean's tight entrance. A generous moan escaped Dean's chapped lips at the touch.
"Shh," the angel warned, instinctively reaching his free hand up to cover the man's mouth.
Hot air rushing in and out of Dean's nose brushed over Cas's fingers, as another groan rumbled under his palm. Castiel's eyes snapped toward Sam, thankful to see that he hadn't moved. Dean's fist was moving in a blur along his erection; tugging skillfully at the organ while his other hand clutched at Cas's shoulder. The angel kept in mind to be gentle, as he wiggled two fingers inside the ring of muscle.
"Mmm!" Dean grunted underneath Cas's hand, his eyes blowing wide.
Castiel was panting right along with Dean, as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of the man's tight hole. The muscle was clenching around them; teasing Cas with the sensation of intercourse. His own member was throbbing inside his clothes, as he watched and felt Dean rising to orgasm. Dean's hips were rocking fiercely now; urging Castiel to quicken pace while he bucked into his own fist. The angel could see the pleasure mounting in the man's green eyes; the fire of lust burning white hot -
With a gorgeous moan that caused Castiel's own erection to twitch, Dean's organ was spouting semen. The white fluid doused his entire torso as he lay convulsing on the bed. Cas made sure to keep stimulating him, massaging his heated insides, as he climaxed. The sight was so beautiful. No matter how many times he witnessed it, watching Dean become intoxicated with pleasure was always able to astound Castiel.
After giving his hard shaft two more slow tugs, Dean's hand fell away. He lay back flat against the bed; panting as he stared hazily up at the ceiling. Castiel gently lifted his hand from the man's mouth and removed his fingers from the tight opening. Dean was exquisitely spent; drunk with pleasure and deliciously exposed. Now that the man had calmed down, Castiel took the time to glance towards Sam's side of the room one more time. By some miracle, the younger Winchester hadn't even stirred.
"Holy...shit," Dean panted, rolling his hazy green eyes toward Cas, "That...was good."
Castiel's earlier internal inquiries returned to mind, as he stared down at Dean's glistening, smiling face. The angel sat up in the bed and glanced along Dean's mostly exposed body. He felt he needed to know why Dean's dreams were so strange; why Dean depicted him as a dominating, metal machine, why he enjoyed forceful intercourse. Was this a medical condition? Was this behavior normal?
"Dean," Cas breathed, unable to bear the weight of these questions any longer, "Why do you dream of me?"
Dean's smile widened a bit. With shaky arms, the man raised to join Cas in sitting up. He was still quivering with the aftershock of orgasm. He reached out a trembling hand to lay on Castiel's thigh.
"Why wouldn't I?" he rebutted in a whisper, chapped lips smirking, "You're the best damn thing I've ever had."
Castiel gulped at Dean's loving statement. It was nice to hear, but not the answer he needed.
"No, Dean. I mean, why do you dream of my vessel being chrome?" he revised, "Why do you crave for me to subjugate you with dominance?"
Dean's face appeared to redden in the dark. He, too, glanced toward Sam's side of the room before looking back. A shy smile remained on his lips as he gripped the angel's thigh.
"It's...it's just a fantasy, Cas," Dean explained, giving a small shrug, "Everybody's got one. It's just something you want, but can't really have, you know? Something that's impossible. Like,...I know Bobby would love to bang the shit outta Bo Derek, but he doesn't have a chance in hell with her. So, maybe he fantasizes about having sex with her to take some of the edge off. God," he paused to shake his head with disgust, "I really should've picked someone else to make an example...But, do you get what I'm saying?"
Castiel tilted his head, feeling a bit offended.
"You do not believe I could be dominant, Dean?" he asked.
"No, I know you can be dominant," Dean replied instantly, nodding, "Hell, I love it when you go all 'Terminator.' I dream about you being a badass son-of-a-bitch because I know you've got it in you, to make me beg and come and love me like no one else has and it..." he paused a again to clear his throat, appearing slightly embarrassed, "It kinda scares me. But, holy shit,...I want it so bad..."
Castiel swallowed harshly in the silence that followed Dean's words. He stared powerfully into the eyes of the man sitting before him, feeling like he had gained instant knowledge. If power and dominance and love were all that Dean truly desired, then Castiel was going to make his fantasy a reality.
"I understand now, Dean," Castiel purred, reaching up to touch the man's soft, heated cheek, "I understand everything."
(Author's Note: I believe it was Hagzissa, who asked the question: "Why chrome?" Well, I can only answer this question by simply shrugging and whispering "Why not?" :) Maybe Dean has some deep-rooted love for shiny things. I mean, there's the Impala, and Cas, and alcohol flasks are pretty shiny, right? :) And, so are the pans that pies are baked in. So yeah. Let's go with that. :) My dear, beautiful readers, thank you for taking the time to read this fic! I hope the beginning was enough to entice you to read more! Hope you stick around for later chapters! :)
In case you didn't know, this story is the forth installment to my fic Solo, and the companion story to my Sabriel fic, Forbidden Fruit. And because I am apparently masochistic, I'm attempting to write both stories – at the same time. *Que dramatic music of surprise* Needless to say, it's going to be a difficult feat to accomplish, but with your encouraging reviews and loving support, I think I can do it. :) I will be publishing two chapters, one for each story, simultaneously. So, the chapters may come out slower, but you get two at a time! Woo hoo! :) Thank you guys soooo much for reading my stories! The next chapters will be out soon!)