Disclaimer: Okay so this fic is based in the futureverse from episode 5:04 "The End." This is a Cas/Dean SLASH fic so if you don't like slash please don't read! I do not own supernatural or any of the characters represented in this story (although I really wish I did .) Rated M for smutty sex scenes in later chapters.
This is only my second fic so if you do read please review and let me know what you thought was good about it and what you hated. I really want to write fics that people like to read so all feedback is appreciated! ^^ I actually have a precursor chapter to this one-shot and various chapters to add after but I just want to see what you guys think before I add more scenes to a story that nobody wants to read Njoy
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Set in 2012 after the angels have left and Cas is becoming human. The women of the future in camp Chitaqua are fascinated with Cas and take him under their wing only to realise one drunken night that he is probably homosexual. The women speak to Dean in the hopes he will help them to set him up with some guy only to be met by Deans anger that they would try to use Cas for amusement. Chuck suggests to Dean that he has feelings for Castiel and Dean realises that he does. He's not gay or anything, but he has been having some very freaky feelings around the gut lately. Okay maybe he's a little bisexual. But then again it was the end of the world. Everyone was just grabbing on to whatever made them happy and gripped them tight. Women were not satisfying Dean anymore. Being the fearless leader removed all the challenge of chatting up women and he was bored. The only time he was happy was when he was with Castiel. That was it he needed a challenge. Anyway Chuck believes he is in love with Cas and comes up with "The Plan" whereby Dean is going to seduce Castiel. Phase One, establish that they are both on the same page sexually.
Dean peered through the crack in the door of the garage that they had been using as a weapons store in camp Chitaqua, at the angel that had dominated his thoughts for the past 24 hours, and if he was being honest, had been preoccupying his thoughts for allot longer then that. Castiel was cleaning guns with his back to him in that meticulous, neat, thorough, way that was such a part of everything that he did.
The garage consisted of a series of lockers backed against the walls, with long lines of tables backed against the remaining wall space. The centre of the garage was bare. The longer Dean stood there and watched him the more confident he became in The Plan. After catching himself letting out a particularly feminine sigh he rolled his eyes to heaven and decide decided to get the ball rolling. "Well, Showtime," he breathed and just waltzed in the door. He hadn't come within five feet of the angel and he could see the change in Castiel's posture as soon as he sensed it was Dean. "Hello Dean," he said in a particularly bored sounding voice and didn't bother turning around. "Hey, Cas," Dean was surprised at the cheer in his voice, usually the only cheer that came out of his mouth these days was the one that was forced around the lump in his throat. Cas turned quickly in a manner that could be interpreted as a spin for him but took nearly a full minute still holding the rag and gun that he had been polishing. "What is going on Dean? You sound practically jovial?." He cocked his head to the side Blue eyes innocently, curious staring straight into Dean and the hunter thought, God Chuck you were right, he's got no clue. Dean couldn't stop himself letting out a laugh which just served to confuse Cas more. A hint of a smile was now on the angels lips, and reflected in his eyes as he looked at Dean as though they were having some kind of shared joke.
"Awhh Cas, I dunno sometimes I kinda see the advantages of the world about to end. Everyone is a lot more.. relaxed and open about things, y'know? More excepting now that the world is not so peachy." Dean allowed the slow languid smile that had been playing on the angel's lips to be reflected on his own. A blush quickly rose in the angels face and Castiel turned and went back to polishing the gun. " Dean, sometimes I cannot follow your train of thought at all. Today you are happy that the world is going to end, and tomorrow you will once again carry the burden of the apocalypse on your shoulders. I encourage whatever it was that brought about the shift in your humour today, but I feel inclined to remind you that-," Cas placed the gun down and turned around as he spoke. He jolted as he realised that Dean was right behind him, and he was backed completely against a table. "What are you doing?" In the months since Castiel had dropped out of the sky and turned into a mudmonkey he had become much more aware of other people's personal space. Not that he didn't forget now and again. But Dean standing this close to him by choice? That was unprecedented. " Ah nothing Cas, just starting to get the hang of the whole, were all gonna die, let's make the most out of life and yadda, yadda, yadda.."
As he said this he brought his hands up to rest on the table on either side on him. Cas looked down as his hands and then back up at Dean, his face becoming more bewildered by the second. Ha-ha boxed you in Dean thought. He caught Cas' eyes before dragging his gaze down to the angels lips, dragging his tongue across his own bottom lip as he did so, like a predator eyeing up its prey. Castiels heart was beating in his chest, pounding as if it wanted to leap out and he didn't understand it. The sensation of heat that usually drizzled into his system when he was in close proximity to Dean went to full flash fire and instead of enjoying the sensation as he usually did he found himself uncomfortably hot. Dean smelt wonderful, like motor oil and leather, even though he looked clean, Cas could tell he had been working on the Impala. The smell was making his mouth water, and he swallowed audibly as he tried to think of what he had been saying. He didn't know what to do with his hands that were fidgeting together in the space between their chests. Cas did not fidget. Ever. That fact made Dean a bit bolder and he kept his eyes on Cas' as he slid his body in to fit perfectly against the angels, his thigh landing between Cas' legs and trapping his hands between their chests. Castiel elicited a slight gasp at the contact and Dean was not surprised to feel a steel bulge resting against his thigh, but he wouldn't think about that for now, it was too weird. The fact was this felt fantastic to the hunter. A low and pleasant hum that had started in his blood was now static in his brain and was making him forget all the worry and need that he usually felt and focus on the task at hand. Seducing Cas.
All Castiel could think was that he had to move, Dean was taking all of his air. His lungs were bunched up on themselves straining to catch a breath, but he couldn't break away from Deans eye contact, what was wrong with him? He tried to move but only succeeded in being pressed even more firmly against the hunter. "You seem a bit jumpy Cas?", Dean said, voice playful as he lowered his gaze once again to the angels mouth. " Try to relax a bit" he murmured as he lowered his mouth to nip gently at his jaw. "You're trembling," he breathed in a hushed tone, and gave him another nip on the jawline, teasing and light. Cas heart was raging between them trying to escape from his chest and he just did not know what to do, he was shaking like a man with a fever. " Whoa, whoa, whoa Cas, sheesh" he laughed softly as he slowly nibbled his way across his jaw. 'I'm just looking to stir you up, not scare you to death." He nuzzled his mouth back across Castiel's face before raising his mouth kissing gently the angels bottom lip. Cas' eyes went wide and his breath caught and a jolt of pure lust ran straight through Dean's body. He closed his eyes and allowed himself more freedom with Cas' mouth, starting with soft, short, lazy kisses while the angel's breath caught in heaves. He used his teeth on the angels bottom lip to make him gasp and let him in, before wallowing in the taste of the man's tongue underneath his own. Castiel moaned and his hands fisted on the front of Dean's shirt. He was unable to make sense of the feelings that were coursing through his body, or the long liquid pulls that encouraged him to give back the same to Dean. So he did, tongue sampling, and savouring Dean's tongue with his own. Dean murmured something, a whisper into Cas' mouth and he couldn't even understand what he said himself over the wild pounding of his blood. Cas revelled in the feel of Dean against him his body so hard, his lips so soft and the taste of warm beer driving Cas crazy. Dean broke the kiss first pulling back just enough so he could drag a few ragged breath's into his lungs and watched Castiels eyes as they opened glazed with confusion and pleasure. Dean's smile brought Castiel back his eyes snapping into focus within seconds. "Dean I am having trouble breathing" were the first words to escape his lips and they made the hunter smile. "Yeah you and me both dude"
"No really Dean I cannot get a breath can you please allow me some personal space." Cas' voice was serious and made Dean frown but he lifted his hands from where they had kept him anchored on the table and backed away unsteadily. " Whoa head rush" Dean dragged his hand across his face and smiled widely at Cas. " Thank you Dean that was-… unusual." Dean could see that Cas was becoming agitated again rubbing his neck and blushing. He coughed to hide his laugh as Cas said " I have to go… help with the barbeque. I am on cleaning duty tonight." The angel was clearly flustered, rocking a hard-on that made Dean a little paranoid about his own junk, and started zooming towards the door with none of his usual grace. "Good day," he nodded as he fled the room. Dean still had the smile plastered to his face as he watched Castiel's exit, and he stretched out his back and arms as he contemplated the success of Phase One of The Plan. "I'm awesome" he decided to himself with a cock of his head before starting towards the door, when the motion sent uncomfortable shocks through his nether regions. He glanced down at his pants and let out a long breath "Down Boy."