This is just a silly story I wanted to write after listening to the song Runaround Sue by Dion. It's not gonna be too long, maybe a couple more chapters. I just have to much to fit in for a one-shot. Anyway this is the first part. Please review, I'd lve to know what you think :)
Sam, Mary, and John all sat quietly at their dinner table, attempting to ignore the blaring rock music they could hear through the floor of the room above theirs. This was the second day in a row Dean had spent locked away in his room with his radio cranked to maximum. As Dean sulked away in his room the rest of the family was left with two options, attempt pointless conversation with the stubborn teenager to see if they could maybe help him out, or to ignore him completely and pretend that everything was normal. After much experimenting, they all decided that the latter would be wiser.
John's fingers tightened around the fork in his hand as a particularly sharp chord screeched through the house, "Alright that's it!"
Mary and Sam both twisted towards the head of the house with wide eyes.
"That kid has been up there for forty-eight straight hours, and I am god damn tired of hearing his 'Woe is Me' mix tapes!" John boomed slamming down his silverware and pushing back his chair, "I'm gonna go talk to him."
Sam, who despite all of his brothers antics still cared for his well being, knew that an angry John was best not to be messed with, just as a sulky Dean was best left alone. The young boy shot out of his chair, and rushed over to his father, pressing a hand to his shoulder, "Wait hold on Dad... Maybe I should go talk to him instead?"
John glared heavily at his son, "Sit down boy, let me handle this." Stubbornness was a genetic trait.
"No Dad, hold on. Just hear me out. Whatever it is that's got Dean like this is clearly making him upset. You know he get's when he's upset! Do yo really want to deal with that right now?" Sam said in what he hoped was a reasonable yet respectful tone. In Sam's opinion there was no worse atmosphere for the house than when John and Dean were in an argument, except for maybe when John and Mary were in an argument. The youngest Winchester knew that if John were to go upstairs right now, nothing good would come from it, and he needed a good atmosphere tonight. He still had a lot of homework that needed completing.
John stared at his son through narrowed eyes, a contemplative expression he normally wore when trying to decide what was better, being able to relax, or keeping his pride intact. Sam threw a sideways glance at Mary who appeared just as nervous as he was. Eventually, though, John heaved a sigh, and lowered back into his chair.
"If you don't get that music off in ten minutes, I'll be coming up there myself," he warned gruffly before turning back to the mashed potatoes in his plate.
Sam smiled a tight lipped smile at both his parents before cautiously approaching the zone of his older brother's bedroom. Sam considered knocking at the door, but then decided that if Dean were able to hear over the speakers he wouldn't let him in regardless. Instead he went straight for the door knob, that when opened unleashed an even louder wave of music. Some screechy punkish song was playing, making Sam crinkle his face in distaste. It took him a few seconds to grow accustomed to the sound so he didn't immediately notice the terrible state of Dean's room.
That being said, the place looked bad. Dirty clothes were strewn across the entire floor and some of the furniture. Dean's desk was cluttered with papers and the empty plates of food that Dean had stolen from downstairs. To make matters worse there was a suspicious stain of green something stretched across the fabric blinds dangling over Dean's windows. Dean himself was lounging on his messily made bed, arms crossed, staring wistfully at the ceiling, apparently deep in thought and seeming perfectly comfortable the with the unbelievably loud bangs of music emitting from his stereo. Sam frowned. It was moments like these that he considered changing into the same self absorbed dick his brother liked to pretend he was.
"Dean?" Sam tried to shout over the music, but received no response from Dean. He gave several more futile attempts before giving up the on the civil approach. Instead he marched over to the socket Dean's stereo was plugged into and yanked the wire straight out. The music cut off so abruptly the fallowing silence was almost defining, that is until Dean broke from his shock, jumped out of bed, and started shouting angrily at his younger brother.
"Will you shut up for a second!?" Sam yelled, cutting Dean off mid curse.
The older brother glared piercingly at the younger one, needing to crane his neck up the slightest bit to stare him in the eyes. This fact alone made him even angrier.
"Here's a thought? How about you fuck off, and get your twerpy ass out of my room!" Dean fired back.
Sam sighed, "Sure, yeah, I can do that-" "Great then get out." "-That is unless you want Dad to come up here so that he can turn off your stupid emo music himself, then he'll probably scold you for two hours about how you need to grow up and face whatever the hell it is that's bothering you!"
Dean remained silent for a couple of seconds, affronted expression lined with the slightest bit of fear. Sam smiled at this, victory against an ungrateful smart ass was always a positive feeling.
"Fuck. Fine then you fucktard. Stay if you want. I don't give a fucking shit." Excessive cruising was never a good sign.
"Great," Sam said clearing the clothes from Dean's swivel chair and plopping down onto it, "Now. How about you calm down, and tell me what's up."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Dean snorted in disdain, "A shrink?"
"No, I'm the unreasonably charitable guy who wants to avoid a Dean versus Dad scream off. Now tell me what's bothering you. Did another one of your girlfriends dump you?"
Dean sat down on the edge of his bed, suddenly looking extremely uncomfortable.
"Yep definitely girl troubles," Sam sighed, "Okay, who was it this time? Lisa?"
"No," Dean muttered, his hands gripping his knees awkwardly.
"Joe?"
"No."
"Bella?"
"No!"
"It wasn't Ms Barnes was it, 'cause I've seen the way you look at her, and did I ever mention how gross that was by the way?"
"Shut the hell up, Pamela's a babe and you know it," Dean said winking cheekily at his brother.
Sam repressed a shudder at the thought of his brother and his history teacher together. He also tried not to think about why his brother new the woman's first name considering the fact that she didn't teach any of his classes, and he'd only seen her the one time Sam had to make up one of her tests.
"Will you just tell me who the hell it was?" Sam asked, his patience steadily decreasing.
Dean's smirk flickered a bit, and he regressed back into his previous discomfort.
"Dean." Sam said calmly, staring into his brother's eyes again, "Just tell me."
"Look Sammy, if I tell you, you have to promise never to tell anyone, especially not Dad."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed, "Huh?"
"Just promise me okay?"
"Dean, do you honestly think another name to the list, is gonna change our opinions of you that much?"
"Sammy!" Dean grumbled threateningly.
"Okay, okay! I promise just tell me already!" Sam conceded feeling just a tad intrigued. Not one girl in the history of ever could get Dean this worked up.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Dean finally answered, "It was Castiel."
The furrow in Sam's eyebrows deepened. Castiel... The name was odd, and familiar... Then suddenly it hit him, in a flash of blue eyes and dark tussled hair. Sam's eyes widened in shock, "Castiel?!"
Dean nodded.
"As in creepy, silent, stoner, guy, Castiel?"
The second affirmative nod from Dean made Sam feel dizzy. This was definitely a twist he hadn't been expecting, not that he really cared about who Dean banged, it was just that this was Dean. Dean who couldn't walk by a Victoria's Secret manikin without checking it out. Sam had never even considered the possibility that his brother would one day experiment with the other gender.
"Okay," Sam said with a nod, once the surprise had more or less edged away, "Are you gonna tell me what happened now?"
Dean blinked twice, then grimaced, "Fine, but remeber, you asked for it."
. . . .
A low bliss like feeling was settled somewhere deep in Dean's stomach. Warm bodies swarmed around him as he bumped through the crowd with a vacant mind, not really sure of where he was headed. The only thing that Dean was really aware of at the moment was that he was calm and happy, everything else was a muddled blur. He remembered Charlie dragging him to some hipster party, convincing him that the drugs would be good and the chicks would be hot. He remembered drinking some delicious beer, and eating several of Ash's notorious brownies. Then came the blithe warmth.
Suddenly out of no where a goal materialized in Dean's mind. Sitting. He needed to sit down, because nothing would be more comfortable right now then the warm enveloping hug of a squishy couch with fluffy pillows and maybe a cotton throw cover. A shiver ran through Dean's body just at the thought. He stumbled through the house looking for a room with a couch or chair or a stool even, as long as it was padded with several cushions, he just needed something comfortable, the form didn't matter much.
Finally, after searching all the levels of the house Dean found himself blundering down a staircase into what looked like a den like basement area. He shouldered his way through one more door frame to enter an empty room with several dim lights in each corner. But the lights weren't important, the important thing was the chairs. Besides the floppy couch bunched into one of the walls, a collection of multicolored beanbags were strewn across the floor. Dean couldn't repress a gleeful smile as his eyes narrowed in on the empty hot pink bag laying right next to one of the lamps.
A sigh of relief brushed his lungs as he settled into the padded blob of comfy goodness. Yes. Now he was at peace again.
That was when a shadow crossed over him, and he peeked his eyes open to stare at the person or thing that was blocking the warm rays the lamp had been sending down on him. It was a dude. He was staring unabashedly at the semi-conscious Dean with an introspective expression. The glazed shimmer in his weirdly blue eyes suggested that his current state was similar to Dean's.
"I know you," Dean stated emptily, meeting the guys intense gaze with a comfort that only a blazed mind could provide.
"Yes," the guy just barely moved his head in a nod.
"Why do I know you?" Dean asked genuinely interested for once. Another effect weed had on Dean.
"You and that dykey friend or yours wrote a love letter in my hand then gave it to Mr Zachariah," the guy reminded, his voice not revealing any emotion. This probably should have unnerved Dean a little bit, but he just couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.
Instead he guffawed a hissing laugh and waved his hand lazily, "Oh yeah. Those were some good times."
The guy remained silent. He stared at Dean for a couple more seconds before dropping down onto the floor and leaning back against the nearest wall simultaneously pressing his side into Dean's bean bag. They sat their in silence for a while, each boy floating around in his own drug laced haze. Dean only broke out when a familiar sent swirled around his nostrils. He glance to where a freshly lit joint was poking out from the new guy's lips. After several drags the dude passed the joint over to Dean, who accepted eagerly.
"What's your name again?" Dean asked, not at all ashamed or guilty for having forgotten this guys name.
"Castiel," he answered, seeming just as indifferent as Dean, if not more.
"I'm Dean."
Castiel turned his head in Dean's direction, eying him again, "I know."
For the same reason as before Dean didn't find this creepy. Just like when Castiel lifted one of his hands and placed it softly against Dean's cheek he didn't even blink. Instead he focused on how lovely it was to have Castiel's warm fingers stroking gently against his skin. He didn't move away when the other boy started leaning downward, slowly moving his face closer to Dean's. Then when Castiel kissed him Dean stayed calm, and kissed back, not caring that this was another dude he was making out with, because he legitimately didn't give a damn. Right then he was just really, really happy, and calm, and warm.
Castiel was a good kisser. He was gentle and well paced, unlike a lot of the kids in their grade who were too caught up in getting down to business then enjoying the act itself. Dean prodded at Castiel's lips with his tongue, then sighed happily as Castiel parted them, opening himself up. After a while the uncomfortable angle at which their heads were tilted got to Dean and he broke away momentarily, placing his hands to either side of Castiel's hips.
"Come here," he muttered, pulling the boy over.
Castiel complied settling over Dean's lap, with his legs splayed on either side of them. Dean eyed their now alined groins curiously. His gaze lingered over the prominent bulge in Castiel's lose pants. Instead of the freak out that most likely would have surfaced if he hadn't been so shitfaced, Dean giggled. Cautiously he stretched a hand forward and pressed it against the protruding erection, then in slow testing movements began to stroke and squeeze at it. Castiel remained silent for the most part, but moved his hands to Dean's shoulders, his grip tightening with each movement of Dean's hand.
"How's that feel?" Dean questioned, as one of his fingers circled the wet spot sinking into the other boy's pants.
"Good," Castiel's voice was gruff and a little breathy, this made Dean smile, "It would feel even better- ungh- if we took off our clothing."
Dean paused his moving again then said with a smirk, "I agree wholeheartedly."
The boys tumbled to the side, falling out of the bag together and landing in a disorderly heap of tangled limbs. Once they'd unhooked themselves they both focused all of their fleeting attention on stripping out of their clothes, matching each other by speed and intensity fairly well. Dean had gotten down to his boxers before he got distracted by the sight of Castiel. Unlike Dean he hadn't hesitated with his underwear and was already shedding that last layer, reveling himself completely to the other boy. Never before in his life had Dean paused to admire a male body, but Castiel's was something else. He was all slim curves with toned muscles, and fantastic shoulders and arms. Yes this body was definitely worth admiring.
He didn't seem at all embarrassed by the way Dean was ogling him, or worried by the idea that someone could walk in on them at any moment. Instead he sat back on his haunches and stared at Dean expectantly.
"Are you planning on take those off or do I have to do it for you?" He asked after a while, because Dean was still caught up in his staring.
Dean winked, "Yeah sorry, one second." And then he slide his fingers under the band of his underwear and yanked them off as well. Who cared that the door to the room lacked a lock, if Castiel didn't care then he didn't care either.
The dark haired boy didn't waste anytime when Dean was finally naked. He wrapped one of his arms around Dean's body and pulled him up close, pressing their chests and erections together. Dean groaned in pleasure at the sudden friction on his dick, it was a new feeling having something just as hard and solid rubbing against him, but it didn't feel any worse then what he received from women. Castiel lowered his mouth to Dean's chest pressing gentle kisses and nips to his skin as they rocked together. Dean couldn't help the pleasure filled noises that slipped form his lips. This almost stranger was touching him with more care and passion than anyone else he'd ever banged before. The feeling was unreal.
Wanting to give as good as he was getting, Dean let his hands roam over Castiel's body, feeling him up in every crevice. He alternated between featherlight brushes of fingers and hardcore groping smiling at every little noise Castiel uttered.
"Dean," Castiel whispered, leaning in close to Dean's ear and tracing it with the edges of his teeth, "Dean, I want you to fuck me."
Dean hummed in agreement, then frowned, "But don't we need, like, stuff for that?"
Then the incredible happened and the corners of Castiel's lips pulled upward in a little smile. He looked even more amazing like this, but the moment was short lived as he turned away and Dean was fixed with an eyeful of perky ass instead. He groped around for something in his pants, then turned back with an even wider grin. At that moment Dean was sure that if he'd been standing his weekend knees would've enabled a face first fall into the floor.
"I came prepared," he muttered waving a little tube of something and the square condom wrapper in his hand.
"Great," Dean clapped his hands together in a very business like fashion, "You're gonna have to walk me through this, though. 'cause I've never done this with a dude before."
Castiel made short work of the preparation, which actuallywas a bit of a disappointment. There had been something magical about the way he'd been fingering himself. His cheeks and body were flushed red. His usually messy hair even more mussed from the thorough groping Dean had given it earlier. His eyebrows had been drawn in from both concentration and pleasure while he worked himself open. His erection had bobbed with from every tiny movement he made. Dean had been mesmerized.
"Alright, Dean. I'm ready," Cas sighed, pulling his slicked fingers from his entrance, and rolling a condom onto Dean's dick.
They positioned themselves with Dean kneeling on the ground, and with Castiel half propped against a couch half hanging upside down by his legs from Dean's shoulders. Dean braced both of his arms on the couch as well before sliding into the other boy.
"Woah, Cas!" Dean breathed as he moved.
The guy was tight and warm around him, and eagerly pushing back onto Dean encouraging him to move faster. So he did. They moved together speedy and fluid. Hips slamming, and muscles stretching. Dean ran his hands up and down Cas' bared body issuing little moans of pleasure. Occasionally Dean would change the angle in which he thrusted, making Castiel's entire body arch and clench. Sometimes he'd call out in that beautifully raspy voice of his, begging Dean to do it again and again. Nearing the end, when their movements had lost a bit of their grace and turned jerky, Dean wrapped a hand around Cas' erection, and pumped it in time with their swaying bodies. They both came loud and messy, Dean into the condom, and Castiel shooting off right into the couch seat, but neither really felt guilty about the stain that would no doubt be there tomorrow.
Once they'd wiped the rest of their mess into the carpet, they fell into each other, landing naked and sweaty on the floor into a warm heap of body parts. Dean snuggled in closer to Castiel pressing a sleepy kiss to the crown of his head. He now felt even more relaxed than before, the weed and orgasm high mixing together making him sleepier. Cas' slim fingers sliding up and down his back weren't helping the matter.
"That was the best sex I've ever had, and I think I'm in love with you," Dean stated absently.
Castiel hummed noncommittally in response and that was the extent of the conversation before they both fell asleep in each others arms.
. . . .
"Well then," Sam cleared his throat. Dean had stopped talking and was now staring off into the distance, clearly still reminiscing, "That's really... Interesting. I'm so glad you decided to share every excruciating detail of that story with me."
Dean snapped back into reality then fixed a glare at his younger brother, "You shut up! I told you, you asked for it. Now you get to listen to everything I wanna tell you."
"Alright whatever, but is this why you've locked yourself away for the last two days? You're ashamed or something?" Sam asked, reasoning with his brother had always been a pointless task.
Dean reared back from Sam with an offended look on his face, "Have I ever been ashamed in anything before?"
"No, not really."
"Then do yo really think I'd be ashamed of fucking a dude?" His tone was snappy, and Sam was getting really tired of this so called attitude problem.
"No."
"Great, we've got that all cleared then."
"Fine, if your not ashamed, why are you hiding in here? Is there more to the story or something?" Sam asked really hoping that there wasn't because he wasn't sure how much more of Dean's perverted story telling he could take.
"Yes." Sam sighed and looked at his older brother expectantly, "Settle down Sammy, here comes the bad part."