Hi guys, I have decided to write this new story based on my two current obsessions, the Grease Soundtrack, and Destiel of course. I don't not own Supernatural nor it characters or anything else associated with it, I just enjoy bending them to my sick fantasies. I also do not own Grease, nor the actors associated with movie, this also includes any singers or groups that are mentioned in the soundtrack. Thank you.
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Chapter 1: Grease
Dean groaned, his throat scratchy from the night before. The harsh sunlight from the motel window shining right onto his face, waking him up from a dream that involved bright blue eyes and dry pink lips. He glared right back at the sun, before turning onto his stomach and try to continue where the dream left off. As he finally settled comfortably in the sheets, he felt the pressure on his bladder, and Dean groaned again. Having to heave himself up into a sitting position, before sliding his bare feet to the cold floor. The adjoining bathroom swung open to reveal an already dressed Sam.
"Morning." Sam said, looking at the disheveled older Winchester, before heading to the table by the window where he left his jacket last night. The brothers came home late from the bar after Dean decided that ganking a pair of Wendigos that killed a person, but saving two teenage girls from being dinner, means that they had to have a round of celebratory beers. He heard Dean grumble in response, when he turned to face him.
"I'm going to get us something to eat, it's already the afternoon anyway." Sam said shrugging on his jacket, Dean was already heading to the bathroom and waved him off, all he said before he closed the door was to bring back some pie.
"Do I ever forget the pie, Dean?" Sam retorted on his way to the door with the keys to the Impala in his hand and a credit card belonging to a Jesse Porter in his pocket. As he was closing the motel door behind him he heard a faint, "You always forget the pie, Sammy." Then the flush of the toilet before the shower being turned on, and the younger Winchester mumbled a string of faint curses and had a face that Dean would classify as Bitch Face #16. Sam walked to the car and got in before pulling off towards the diner a couple miles over.
Dean grumbled under his breath, turning the dial of the shower to adjust the temperature, before getting in. He stood under the spray of water, letting his hair get wet before grabbing some of Sam's fruity shampoo and washing his hair, he'll have to remind himself to buy his normal stuff, he can't smell like a fruitcake, that's just not cool. Dean raked his fingers through his short blond hair, making sure to get all of the suds out of his hair before grabbing some of his regular body wash and started scrubbing all over his body, his hands gliding over his broad shoulders, fingers trailing over the hand print on the left side, thinking of the nerdy blue eyed angel. Castiel joined them during the hunt, helping when they needed it, healing a few sore muscles and Sam's sprained ankle, because it turns out twinkle toes can't keep his balance. But before Dean could invite him out to get a drink, well several for him with his angel tolerance, Castiel tuned him out to answer a call of another angel he guessed, before Cas turned to him and said he had to go before leaving the brothers abruptly as usual. As Dean finished washing his toned stomach and his bowed legs, he became weired out at the fact that he was thinking about his best friend while he was in the shower. Though he had to admit this wasn't the first time it has happened. He shook his head, wiping the water from his eyes.
Dean began to think back to the dream that he never finished, flashes of unblemished soft pale skin. He could feel the familiar rousing in his groin area. Slightly chapped lips gliding along his neck, nuzzling at the underside of his jaw, the warm breath making his nerves stand on end. It was almost as if he could actually feel everything, the soft brushes of fingertips grazing over his chest to his sensitive nipples, which harden in response in fantasy and reality. Dean trailed his own hands over his stomach to his already hardened cock, gripping it from the base. His hand moved slowly from the base to the tip, the left over soapy suds making the way easier for the motion. His hand tightening at the right moments, the strong fingers in the fantasy made the same move to grip the blonde haired man's cock as well.
Dean imagines the lightly tanned fingers clashing against his tanner, larger hand. The pleasure from each stroke shooting a slight tingle up his spine. His cock hard in his grip, warmer with each pass of his hand, his pace increasing in speed. His fantasy partner's thick black hair tickling Dean on their path to their knees in front of the hunter. Dean closes his eyes, the images playing along his eyelids, a soft groan came from his own pink lips. He can imagine those bright blue eyes staring up at him innocently from beneath dark full lashes, and he let out a louder moan at the image, a "fuck" leaving his lips shortly after. The tip of his well-endowed cock leaking pre cum, his thumb swiping along the head for more lubricant. The head a rosy color, he can imagine those soft pale pink lips placing light kisses along the slit, Dean begins to twist his wrist along the head. The familiar feeling of an orgasm not far off, with the image and the added move to his stroke, he can feel himself going to cum soon.
His vibrant green eyes open for a moment before closing again, and when he returns to his fantasy along with those pale pink lips and bright blue eyes, the person who he had been imagining clears and Dean shockingly recognizes the person, with the obvious head tilt and furrowing of the eyebrows. But this time his face is not clouded with confusion as usual, his expression is one more of ecstasy, his lips pulled into a small smirk, curving more on the left side than the right. The thick black hair flattened due to the water, curling at the tips, those eyes staring intensely as always right into his, then those perfect lips part and whisper in a deeper and more desperate tone, "Cum for me, Dean." With that Dean came, spurts of cum spilling to the floor of the shower, and the rush of his orgasm rocked him. He groans loudly, vaguely hoping that Sam hadn't returned yet. A pleasant hum washing over him. His bowed legs tremble slightly from the sudden hit of his orgasm. Dean reaches to get a grip on the shower wall with his left hand, having to hold himself up. He stood in that position for several moments, his cock starting to soften as he washed away the cum and left over soap. His mind still reeling, as the endorphins start to fade, realization that he just came to his best friend hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes widened the more he thought about what he had done. He can't say he had ever masturbated to a friend because he didn't have much of those, neither had he ever gotten off to a guy, well not before today that is, it seems that he was just adding more reasons to the list of fucked up shit he has done in his life.
Dean shut off the water before pulling the shower curtain to the side and grabbing a towel off the rack at the side of the shower, drying off at almost a subconscious mode, his thoughts moving at a rapid pace at what this meant. Standing in front of the mirror and sink, Dean reached for his toothbrush and wet it before putting toothpaste so he can brush his teeth. The towel wrapped around his waist, Dean had to admit he has had straying thoughts when it concerned his best friend, and with all those long stares the duo shares he wasn't surprised that they were considered sometimes more than friends. As Cas had said, they did share a profound bond, whatever that meant, and Cas has saved his life and died for the brothers multiple times. It would have been more confusing if they hadn't. Cas was the only person who has done more for Dean, other than his family, Cas had become a fixture in his life. If anyone told him from jump street that he would get this emotionally invested to someone, he would have laughed at their face. In this life there was no commitments, no attachments. He can still feel the residual glow from the orgasm that he had, and if he were being honest, he hadn't had one that strong since before meeting the angel, when he still had time to go and get a quick lay. With the impending apocalypse it seemed they had more pressing things to worry about than just his dick. But now that it was over with and the brothers are back to hunting the usual monsters, and not assholes like Lucifer and Dick Roman, maybe he could find a warm body he can get all his frustrations out on, his hand just wasn't going to cut it anymore. Dean leaned over the sink so he can rinse his mouth out after thoroughly cleaning it.
Dean walked back into the room to get changed quickly as it seemed that Sam hadn't gotten back yet. He didn't have time to think about his so called crisis, pulling on his boxers and a pair of his nice worn jeans, Dean sat on the bed so he can put his socks and his hunting boots on. He heard the distinct engine of Baby, when he finished lacing his shoes. Looking back quickly he put on some deodorant and slipped on his fitted black shirt before grabbing a dark green flannel button down, slipping it on and leaving it unbuttoned, his hair almost dry as he raked a hand through it.
The front door opened, and Sam came through with some bags from the diner they passed by when they got to town, they were in some bullshit motel in nowhere relevant Wisconsin. But then again what's new. Sam closed the door behind him before heading to the table. Placing the bags down, he pulled out a chair to sit down. Dean joined him a moment later.
Sam pulling his rabbit food from one bag with a bottled water, before settling down to eat his first meal of the day, while Dean took out his double-cheeseburger from his bag, with a side of french fries. After noticing the lack of pie, Dean turned to look at his brother, "Where's my pie?"
"They didn't have any, Dean, plus who eats pie at so early after they wake up." Sam said looking up at his brother before turning his attention back to the salad in front of him.
"You suck Sam." Dean said before getting to his burger, adding pie to list of things he needs to buy. Can't ever be too early for pie. They got back to their food and ate in silence while Sam booted up his laptop. Browsing some cases probably, while Dean continued finishing his french fries. Opening the can of soda Sam got him, he washed down the food.
"So where did Cas go last night, one minute he was there, then he was gone?" Sam inquired, after the hunt, he turned around for one second then he was gone, making it a brothers night at the bar. Dean froze, remembering the whole scene in the bathroom, he tried to act normally but his voice hitched a bit when he answered, "Um, I don't know, got a call from angel radio and then mojo'd off."
Sam gave his brother a critical eye before turning back to his screen that finally was opened to the homepage, after a few more minutes of eating in silence the brothers were done, throwing out their trash into the bin next to the door, Sam began to settle into browsing some possible cases while Dean turned on the television to maybe catch up on some Dr. Sexy.
Sam didn't know why his brother thought he didn't know, please, from all the stares and sexual tension between the two, he'd be surprised if someone didn't notice. But he wasn't going to say anything, especially with Dean's aversion to anything that has to do with feelings, he knows his brother would rather just bury it and not even address it. After a half an hour of nothing Dean was getting restless, the stupid ancient television didn't have that many channels to begin with, and watching soap operas was not his thing, besides Dr. Sexy M.D that is. "There is nothing to watch on here."
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother before they both heard the fluttering of wings behind them, they both turned to see Gabriel with a tootsie pop in his mouth, that wasn't surprising, the surprising part about this was Cas, and what he was wearing. Standing next to Gabriel was Castiel wearing black tight pants, with a black tight shirt, and a black leather jacket, his hair was combed back at the sides but left curly on the tops, and he had black shoes on his feet. While Gabriel looked normal with a black button down and regular jeans with black shoes, the only thing that looked out of place was the bright pink jacket he had over it, his hair and normal smirk looking the same as ever.
"Well isn't it my favorite Winchester brothers." Gabriel said looking both brothers over, "You guys never change do you? All flannel and no play."
"Gabriel? What are you doing here?" Sam asked, his eyes trailing the archangel, who walked around the motel room as if he owned the place, sitting in the seat that Dean vacated at the table, placing his feet next to Sam's computer. Sam eyes following the path of his legs to his chest to finally his face to see that Gabriel was already looking at him with a grin on his face. Sam quickly glanced toward Dean who was looking at Cas, before his eyes flicking back to the shorter man.
"What? I can't visit my favorite humans?" Gabriel answered, his eyes glittering with mirth.
Sam gave him a look. "How did you even find us?"
"Well I was hanging out my favorite little bro, and he knew where you were staying, moose. I thought you were smarter than that, I always pegged Deano was the dumber brother." Gabriel said without breaking the intense gaze with Sam, before the taller of the two cleared his throat and turned his attention to the other two in the room.
Dean obviously hearing the insult, turned to the shorter angel and gave him a glare, "Still a dick I see."
"Still in love with my Cassie I see." Gabriel replied, before his grin turned more into a smirk as the challenging tone took effect. Dean stuttered out a "Shut up" before asking what did he want.
Castiel, silent as ever, moved to take a seat next to Dean on the couch, still in the unfamiliar outfit. Dean took another look at him, his pants tightening slightly at the view, Castiel's jaw looks sharper and his blue eyes stood out more due to the contrast from the black of the outfit. Cas returned Dean's gaze as they held it for another moment.
"Cassie here is helping me with my first motion picture project, aren't you?" Gabriel asked Castiel, who nodded while looking at Dean before turning away to address the other people who occupied to the room. Cas nodded a hello to Sam who returned the gesture before turning to Dean with a, "Hello, Dean."
"You're making a movie? Why?" Sam questioned, confused on Gabriel's motives, and on why he would ask Cas of all people, pop culture wasn't his thing.
"Question is why not, Moose?" Sam made a face at the nickname before Gabriel continued, "Well I produced it, Cassie here helped me throughout the whole project, and it turned out to be a huge success."
"Wait, if you're still making it how do you know it turned out to be a huge success if it hasn't even been out yet." Dean questioned.
"Well Gabriel produced it in the year 1977, it released the year after. He is the reason I left last night, he called and he needed some of my help." Castiel answered this time.
Sam suddenly looked at both the angels with a critical look on his face, before realization set in. Gabriel watching him intently, noticed the change and grin when he saw Sam finally guessed what movie.
"The movie you're making is Grease?" Sam asked, looking and recognizing the edge of the T-Birds logo on the jacket that Castiel had on, and the Pink Ladies jacket that Gabriel had.
"You hit it right on the head, Sam, maybe you are the smarter brother, it took you a while though." Gabriel said before grabbing another lollipop from his pocket.
Sam sent a patented Bitch Face #38 to the archangel, "But wait I don't understand why you would need Cas for that."
"Cassie you haven't told them? I'm surprised." Gabriel asked his younger brother.
"I didn't think it was pertinent information at the time Gabriel." Castiel answered, a slight warning in his voice to not say anything. But Castiel didn't even know why he tried, the archangel will do whatever he wanted to do.
"Told us what Cas?" Dean asked, intrigued at what the angel didn't want them to know. Castiel looked away from the elder hunter; eyes leaving his and turned to the floor by the television in front of them, clearly embarrassed.
"Our little angel here has an extra gift, if you want to call it." Gabriel responded when it was clear that Castiel wouldn't. When Sam inquired what that gift was, Gabriel responded, "You guys have heard the saying, a voice of an angel, right?"
Both hunters nodded in response, while Cas ducked his head down and turned his eyes to ceiling, as if hoping it would swallow him whole. "Well that's based on my baby bro here." Gabriel said with a wicked but proud smile. Before getting up to sit on the edge of the couch and leaning to grip Castiel into a side hug pinching his cheek. "You guys should have seen him when he was just a little fledgling, angels used to come out and listen to little Cassie, the only angel to be created with that gift. Even the old man, used to listen from his place at the top. Cassie here was one of his favorites, why do you think he brought him back so many times?"
Dean looked at the angel next to him, he didn't even know that Castiel could sing, but if he was the only one God gave the gift to, his voice must be really good. Sam was surprised as well, but confused still as to how Castiel was helping Gabriel. Castiel must have noticed the confusion so he explained. "While my natural voice cannot be heard without making most humans deaf, my vessel seems to have taken with my gift and has provided me with an excellent voice in this form as well."
"It doesn't hurt that he can play the piano too. So I got him helping me be a coach for the actors, by the way Olivia needs a little work with her solo number, can't seems to hold the transitions." Gabriel addressed his comment to Castiel mostly, who nodded in response.
"You mean Olivia Newton-John, three time Academy Award Winning artist?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Wow Sam, don't need need to be such a pansy about it." Dean laughed from his side of the couch.
"Shut up Dean."
"Bitch." "Jerk."
"Wait didn't some guy name Randal direct it or something?" Sam asked getting back to the conversation, ignoring the other "pansy" comment sent his way by Dean.
"Randy is a friend of mine, he let me use his name to start his career, he made a small profit but I cashed out the rest." Gabriel getting bored with the conversation before an idea popped into his head. Castiel looked to his brother, not surprised but still dreading the mischievous grin on his face. "Cas why don't you give the boys a taste of what you can do, plus we need to record with Frankie soon."
"Frankie Valli?!"
"Sammy can you be even more of a girl?"
"Shut up Dean."
"There's no music Gabriel, plus I don't think anyone would want to hear me sing. You're probably tired of me." Castiel said already standing to make his way to the table. By the time he reached the table, speakers were connected to Sam's computer that wasn't there before.
"Moose, would you do me a favor? Grease instrumental version, thanks." Gabriel asked with a wink directed to the younger Winchester which didn't go unnoticed by the other angel while Sam just rolled his eyes in response. Pulling up the song he put play before moving to the couch where three beers are waiting for each hunter and the archangel.
Castiel looked nervous, he was feeling as if something was fluttering in his vessel's stomach. Before looking at Dean who was giving his a reassured smile, the first notes began to play.
I solve my problems and I see the light
We gotta plug and think, we gotta feed it right
There ain't no danger we can go too far
We start believin now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
They think our love is just a growing pain
Why don't they understand, It's just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We start to find right now we got to be what we feel
Dean eyes widened, when Cas started his voice was kind of low, but once he got into the rhythm of the song, his voice rose in volume and confidence, the words almost gliding from his lips. Voice rough and deep as usual but when he sang it was almost as smooth as butter, great now he was acting like a pansy.
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin now that we can be who we are
Sam smiled, enjoying the song, it was one of his favorites actually, Castiel's voice sounded soothing, but still energetic with the beat. He couldn't decide whether the original was better or this, and that was saying something. Sam glanced towards Gabriel next to him who was watching Castiel sing. He looked happy actually, just content to watch his brother sing. Gabriel felt eyes on him and he glanced to his right, towards the middle of the couch where Sam was sitting to find him staring at the archangel, where they sent each other a small smile, plus another wink from Gabriel, the pair turning back to watch the rest of the performance.
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
This is the life of illusion
Wrapped up in trouble laced with confusion
What we doing here?
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin now that we can be who we are
Castiel noticed the exchange between Sam and Gabriel, he smiled slightly at the pair, realizing as to why Gabriel had wanted to come back with him to see the brothers. Cas then turned to look at Dean whose eyes were solely on him. The vibrant green staring at his face almost as if memorizing the image before him, before meeting his eyes and they twinkled as Dean took another drink from his beer, enjoying the show.
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Dean never thought to see so much emotion on the angel's face, when he sang it is as if the angel relaxed into his vessel, his movements seemed more human. Seeing the angel smile while he sang, made Dean fill with an emotion he dreaded, why was he feeling this for his friend. He's not even attracted to guys. But the tightening of his pants even further seems to think otherwise. FUCK.
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