Castiel grumbled in frustration, clutching his pillow hard down against his head as he lay in his overly large and less than comfortable bed. Seconds later he huffed in annoyance and threw said pillow across the room, before glancing at the cheap clock on his side table noting it was past eight pm. It wasn't exactly late by normal standards, but seeing as he had a two am start for work in the morning, it was close to getting past the point that he should be asleep.
Still, the cause of his insomnia was not the uncomfortable bed, nor the light that slivered through a broken blind on his bedroom window. It was a person - One particular infuriating person, he thought as he padded out of his bedroom and toward his kitchen. He sifted through a cupboard until he found a small box of teabags, figuring he might as well try to relax with a warm drink. He already knew that he would be dragging his feet to complete the ten-hour shift waiting for him, let alone the shopping and laundry that he knew he desperately had to do.
As he waited for the tea to brew, he glanced around in dismay at the state of his home. The paint was flaking off the walls in increasingly larger patches. Several cabinet doors in his kitchen were either broken or missing completely, as he had removed them after hinges had finally given up with old age. The cheap tiles in his kitchen were freezing his feet, cracked in places with whole chunks completely missing. The tiles gave way to a carpeted lounge room, and while it was clean, the age and wear in the flooring clearly showed.
Castiel furrowed his brow as he stared into the darkening liquid, as though it would hold answers. The state of his apartment usually didn't get to him so much - on his wage, and with his leftover tiny inheritance from his parents, the run down place was the most he could afford to buy at the time. The money he made working barely covered bills, food, and clothing, though he had managed to save a little for what he hoped would eventually be enough to fix the place up himself. He didn't exactly have any friends to invite over, so no, the appearance didn't usually bother him. He blamed that change on the lack of sleep he'd been getting for the past few nights.
Three days ago the man who was currently causing all of his problems had entered his life in a spectacularly dramatic manner. He glared at the wall as he leant back on the counter, remembering the moment against his own will.
Castiel groaned as he dropped the keys at his feet, his third attempt at slotting the key into the door lock failing miserably. He dropped his forehead against the door and let his eyes close, allowing himself to feel the exhaustion for just a moment. Twelve hours he'd been on his feet, working overtime at the gas station. His body clock screamed that it was incredibly late, being five pm, and to top it off he had to be back for his usual four am shift the next day. He wasn't forced to do the extra hours - but when one of his colleagues couldn't make it, Castiel saw an opportunity to add to his DIY fund and quickly volunteered to cover until someone else could come in.
That ended up seeing him work four hours overtime when he should have been eating, relaxing, and heading to bed. He released a long sigh and was about to open his eyes and retrieve his keys, when he felt a rough shove on his shoulder. Confused, he lifted his head to find the source - and was met with his own keys jangling annoyingly in his face.
"Yo, bud, zone out on your own time."
The keys shook again, and Castiel frowned as he reached out a hand to retrieve them. He blinked in confusion at the keys in his hand, then glanced up again to meet shockingly green eyes that caught his breath. Time stood still for a moment as he appraised the man standing before him - slightly sandy brown hair that curled over his forehead, a smattering of freckles, and perfectly pouty lips that were currently drawn down in a frown. Castiel flicked his eyes back up to catch the man's, which were slightly narrowed with annoyance.
"Hey, you hearing me?" The man asked, impatience colouring his tone.
"I'm sorry, what?"
The man huffed with annoyance, shifting the toolbox he was carrying to his other hand. Castiel's eyes were drawn to it, not having noticed it before.
"Look, man, I don't know how much you've had to drink, but I'm gonna be hanging around here for a bit and I'd appreciate if you didn't block my path with your drunken inability to unlock your damn door. I got work to do, right?"
Castiel blinked in shock, about to defend himself and tell the man that no, he wasn't drunk, he had been working - then anger seeped through, along with the realisation of what the man had said about staying awhile. He knew it was irrational, but exhaustion made his temper flare, and before he knew it he was standing straighter and glowering at the man, eyes shining brightly.
"Look, MAN," He started, fingers making air quotes mockingly. "I live here, and if I want to stand in this hallway the entire night, I will do so. Your inability to conduct yourself in an appropriate manner will not dissuade me from entering my own apartment, which is all I was trying to do. If you have an issue with that, feel free to take it up with the manager of this apartment block, or leave. Your choice."
Castiel could see the shock filter into the man's eyes as he finished his rant, his tone practically dripping with venom. A slight pang of guilt went through him, but he ignored it as he jammed the key angrily into the lock and entered his apartment, childishly slamming the door behind him. He stood there a moment, listening as the man apparently shuffled away down the hall.
All at once, the adrenaline drained from his system, and he leaned back against the door, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. This last week had been nothing but long shifts with no time to rest properly, and it was starting to catch up. He let his head rest back against the door, closing his eyes - just for a minute.
It was nice, he thought, just resting. At least, that was until the noise began.
Castiel hissed as his cup of tea sloshed over, burning an angry red mark across his wrist and hand. He slammed the cup down on the counter, thrusting his burnt limb under running water in the sink. His head dropped onto the countertop as tears sprang to his eyes, not from the pain, but rather from frustration at hearing the loud banging coming from the apartment one over - the banging that he'd had no relief from for three nights, and had made him jump and burn himself in the first place.
Pain and frustration suddenly gave way to a burning rage, similar to the temper that flared up the first time he'd met that presumptuous, gorgeous, infuriating bastard. Only this was more intense, fueled by sleepless nights, lack of food and long shifts. The normally very placid man slammed the tap off and stormed out of his apartment with not a care that he was still in his sleep pants and robe, his face a mask of untamed anger.
He reached the door to the apartment next to his, dimly glad of the fact that nobody else lived on this floor as he braced one hand on the door, the other curling into a fist and hammering on the decorative door as hard as he could, intent on making himself heard over the loud banging and rock music blaring from the place.
Within a minute the music was shut off, the banging stopped, and the door was ripped open to reveal worried green eyes with a hint of - was that fear? Castiel balked, wondering with a brief moment of clarity if he'd made the wrong choice. That glimmer of fear wasn't a normal reaction, and it made him feel guilty.
"What the- oh, it's you. Drunk dude. The hell are you doing?" Those eyes narrowed with annoyance. "You drunk again? Cause if you are, I ain't-"
"If either of us is drunk it must be you for the past several fucking nights!" Castiel spat, cutting the man off and jabbing a finger at his chest childishly. "Do you have any respect for people or are you so caught up in your rich boy fantasy with your fancy new apartment that you just didn't think that some of us have to actually work for a living?!"
He knew it was unfair. He really did. But damnit this idiot had made assumptions about him first, so he felt justified doing the same. Besides, he'd seen the price the apartment had just sold for, along with the expensive materials the man kept carting into the place, so he was certain he was pretty close to the mark.
Dean faltered, taking a physical step back from the fuming man in front of him as a second flash of fear shot through him. He recovered quickly, however, eyes turning steely and meeting Castiel's blue fury with determination. He wasn't going to back down from this irate, apparently alcoholic neighbour.
"What the fuck?" Dean yelled back, anger curling from a dark place. "Who the hell do you think you are?! I'm just trying to get a damn job done here!"
"Who am I?! I'll tell you, I'm the poor bastard trying to get some fucking sleep while you carry on in here!"
"Hey!" A new voice cut over the top before either of the two men could speak any more. Two sets of furious eyes turned to meet an angry, short man. "If you two have an issue take it inside. You're making the whole building uncomfortable!"
With that the man stormed away, leaving the two to stare at each other in furious silence. Without thinking about his actions, Castiel simply reacted - he pushed the man hard, forcing him to stumble backwards, then strode into the apartment and slammed the door. Dean was shocked, staring wide-eyed at Castiel, noticing the pale skin, and how hard he was breathing - yet the fury still in his eyes quickly shriveled any sympathy he might have felt.
So Dean reacted on instinct - he pushed back, slamming the man back against the door he had just closed, and pressed his arm hard against the man's chest, face only inches away from his as anger simmered between them. He stared the man down, letting the silence stretch as they both breathed hard. He noticed, not for the first time, how good the man looked. He had a bit of a stubble, sure, but it wasn't messy. And those damn eyes, blue eyes that drew him in so deeply the first time, looked even more gorgeous now, simmering with anger and a bit of something else... Something Dean recognised curling in his own gut.
"Get off me." Castiel bit lowly, still simmering, but helpless to the desire that curled in him at the strength in the body pressing against him.
"You're the one trespassing. Give me one good reason why I should."
One good reason. There was only one thing on Castiel's mind right now, and if the man wanted to push his limits, then goddamnit so would Castiel. His hands shot up, gripping the elbow of the arm held across his chest and the bicep of the other arm, pulling the man closer to him. There was a brief flash of understanding in the green eyes before his own eyes slipped shut, pressing his lips to the other man's, rough and desperate and greedy.
It wasn't one-sided. Castiel was certain of that much when he felt the man melt into him, and he didn't miss the soft whimper that snuck from the man, belying the unshakeable front that he put up. Despite that, a flicker of doubt made itself known as the man jerked back from him and stared in shock, releasing his hold on Castiel. Dean took a step back, fingers to his lips as he stared at the man with wide eyes. Several thoughts ran through his mind, chief among them being 'This is a really fucking bad idea' and yet he couldn't help it when his eyes darkened and he surged forward, arms wrapping around Castiel while desire and anger warred heavily in his mind.
Castiel opened for him willingly, a groan making its way up his throat as the man licked inside his mouth hungrily. There was nothing gentle or loving about this. It was pure rage and passion and desire, all curled into one ball that had exploded the moment their skin met. Dean groaned as Castiel's hands found his hips, pulling him harshly against himself with a bruising grip. He gasped aloud as the hands slid up, gripping and bruising marks up his side.
The kiss broken, Castiel let his head thunk back against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment. He hissed as he felt the man bite down on his throat, the line between pain and pleasure shattering as the man sucked a bruise into his skin roughly. The rational part of his mind told him to push the man away, but his hands were moving, ripping the man's shirt up and over his head with a desperation he didn't know he could feel.
He immediately latched his attention onto exposed nipples, twisting and pinching with just the right amount of pressure that had the man hissing against his neck, bucking his hips forward to grind his erection against Castiel's. The feeling sent heat curling through his abdomen, and his hands shot back to the man's hips, pulling him roughly against him to grind together.
"Shit...Agh.." Castiel gasped out, his head hitting the wall again as he bucked against the man.
"Holy shit," Dean muttered, pulling back to stare at the man. He looked absolutely wrecked already, his breath coming in desperate pants and gasps. "Been a while, huh?"
"Fuck you," Castiel replied, voice broken.
"I don't think you're gonna last long enough for that, princess." Dean grinned against the skin of his throat, then bit down roughly again.
"Ah! Ah... Fuck... Shit... You..." Castiel gasped out, his back arching forward.
"Dean." He muttered, right before he sucked another bruise into the spot.
"Ca-Castiel."
Castiel groaned out, feeling Dean's hand drop down to his pants. It was by far the strangest way of introducing oneself he had ever heard of, but he wasn't complaining. Rather, he was hastily scrabbling at Dean's pants, nearly ripping the button off in his desperation. Dean chuckled darkly against his throat, pushing the sleep pants down over his ass, stopping at his thighs. Strong, sure fingers wrapped around his cock, and Castiel felt his knees go weak as a loud moan forced it's way up his throat.
"Jesus..." Dean breathed, moving his hand on Castiel's cock just to hear more of those desperate, filthy moans.
"Dean-" Castiel gasped brokenly, his fingers tugging at his belt loops.
Dean grinned and wriggled his hips so that his pants slipped down with Castiel's tugging. In mere seconds Castiel ripped his boxers down, then Dean was sighing as his cock sprung free, hard and leaking. Instead of wrapping his hand around his cock, as Dean had hoped, Castiel's fingers dug into his hips again, crushing them together mercilessly.
"Fuck!" Dean cursed, the feeling of his cock sliding against Castiel's nearly bringing him undone. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so fast to tease the man about not lasting long, he thought dimly.
"Dean.." Castiel whimpered as his hips bucked erratically, trying to get some sort of friction.
"I got this Cas," Dean growled, reaching a hand between their bodies.
He pressed his mouth back to the other man's, kissing him ferociously as his hand wrapped around both of their cocks, thumb rubbing precome to slick the way somewhat. It was still rough, painful even, but that was exactly what they both needed right now. Dean groaned as he licked into Castiel's mouth greedily, his free hand kneading Castiel's skin on his hip. Castiel, for his part, was moaning with abandon now, his mouth moving away from Dean's to bite down on the man's neck repeatedly, leaving small bruises from his neck to his shoulder.
Dean was groaning now, his head dropping to Castiel's shoulder as he bucked into the grip, the feeling of his cock sliding with Castiel's sending delicious waves of pleasure through him. He cursed as Castiel's nails dug into his back, the man having wrapped his arms around him at some point. It was just the right amount of pain that Dean loved, that he hadn't known in so long.
"Cas, fuck... I'm close already... Shit..." Dean groaned, pulling Cas' hips into a bucking rhythm that matched his own.
"Harder," Castiel gasped against his neck, licking and biting at the sensitive skin. "Fuck, Dean.."
Dean was only too happy to comply, tightening his hand around their cocks, feeling the rough pull sending heat through his abdomen and groin. He moved his fingers slightly, alternating between hard and soft, a pulsing rhythm that had him almost over the edge. Castiel's moans got louder, his hands scrabbled at Dean's back, and the man knew he was close, just needed that one push over...
"Need you to - ah - Fuck me, next- next time, Cas-"
That was all it took for Castiel to honest-to-god scream out, his cock pulsing against Dean's as the first stream of come shot out, covering them both. Instinctively, Castiel surged forward and bit down hard on his neck, nails finding purchase and digging into Dean's back as his orgasm wracked his body. The pain sent Dean tumbling over and he was groaning out a string of curses, several streams of come joining with Castiel's.
Castiel could feel himself trembling as he held the man's body close to his, slowly coming down from his orgasm. The anger had abated, and a deep exhaustion was beginning to set in. He hummed contentedly, feeling like he could fall asleep right this second. Dean's head was still resting on his shoulder, the man's breathing returning to normal slowly.
Then reality slapped him in the face with a moment of clarity.
"Shit..." He muttered, pushing Dean away from him.
At first, there was confusion in the green eyes that stared at him. Then Castiel saw the moment realisation set in and, without a word, Dean turned away and stalked off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Castiel flushed, whether with embarrassment or anger, or both, he wasn't certain. But he couldn't bring himself to feel the rage he had before - his mind was somewhat settled now, and that thought unnerved him as he redressed and exited the apartment quietly.
It wasn't until half an hour later, once he was clean and curled up in his bed, that he realised everything was quiet now. There was no banging, no music - it was peaceful, as was his mind. And so he drifted into an easy sleep, with a slight smile on his face.