Now, Dean wasn't the big party type, but sometimes he just simply couldn't say
no to his brother's big, sensitive eyes.
"C'mon Dean, it'll be the party of the year. Don't you want to go out this year
with a big bang?" Sam pleaded his big brother who stood before him.
Dean took a big sigh, knowing he would regret this. "Fine. Just don't invite
hundreds of people like last time. I kept finding beer cans for a week
straight." He wasn't exaggerating.
The next thing Dean knew, he was captured in a big bear hug. He felt like he was
being suffocated. "Thanks Dean." Sam smiled. "Yeah, no problem." Dean replied as
Sam let go of his strong embrace around him.
Dean's first priority in life was Sam, and Sam's happiness. His little brother
meant the world to him, and he did whatever it took to make him happy. It had
been hard for the both of them ever since their parents died in a horrible car
crash. Dean was 18, and Sam was only 16 at the time so they went to stay at
Bobby's until they made enough money to live on their own. Now 24, and 22, Sam
and Dean live in a 3 bedroom house with all the essentials. They occasionally
had friends stay over, but never let anyone get too close. They decided that
work, and school were already enough to worry about. Having an extra someone
would just cost more money. Sam went to school to become a lawyer, while Dean
went to major in engineering. He currently works for Bobby, and occasionally
works night shifts at the bar. He needed all the money he could get. Sam helps
by working at a local grocery store.
While they still bring women home with them every so often, Dean had thought
about settling down with a nice women, and have this apple-pie type of life, but
he never had the time to date. He was so caught up in school and work and taking
care of Sammy that he barely even had time for himself. He began to doubt that
he was even happy with his life anymore. That's all he could think about for the
rest of the night; during his shower, eating dinner, talking to Sammy, he
couldn't even concentrate on his homework, but he eventually got it done. He
even had trouble falling asleep. Maybe he wasn't happy after all.
The next morning Dean woke up to a series of loud bangs coming from living room.
He groaned and rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes as he
headed towards the front room. He stood in the doorway to see Sam had already
decorated half the house with all kinds of different New Years eve decorations.
There was a banner that hung over the fireplace that said "Happy New Year!" with
tinsel spread all about the mantle. He looked around and saw glow in the dark
stars all over the walls, and ceiling. His attention went to Sam and saw that he
was hammering nails into the wall to hang up pictures from past parties.
"Don't get too carried away." Dean yelled to Sam as he went back to his room to
get ready for the day. He figured he'd need to go to the store to get snacks,
and drinks for the party tonight.
Dean honestly didn't know where to start, so he decided to grab anything that
looks good and put it into the cart. He was never any good at grocery shopping
anyways. By the time he was ready to pay, his cart literally looked like a
mountain. It was filled with different varieties of chips, cookies, sodas,
cakes, pizzas, those fruit and vegetable trays, and anything else that looked
appetizing.
"Having a party?" The cashier lady asked Dean. She was about 25, and very
attractive. Her dark brown locks made her green eyes stand out. Her bright red
lips made her teeth look more bright than normal. The name tag attached to her
shirt said Sandra. What a weird name for such a hot chick, Dean thought to
himself.
"Yeah, my little brother always throws this big New Years Eve party. You might
know him since he works here. His name is Sam, Sam Winchester." He said proudly.
Dean always found a way to show off his brother in conversations.
"The guy that looks like a moose?" She giggled out. "Yeah, I know him. He's
cute."
Dean chucked. "Yeah, but we all know who's the cutest here." He said with a
wink. "I'm surprised he didn't invited you."
"I've got other plans." She said coldly while scanning the last of the food.
"$113.95."
Dean swiped his credit card in the machine, and finished putting the bags in his
cart. He said 'Happy New Years' to the girl as he left. 'What a bitch.' He
thought. Maybe she's a lesbian, he fantasized about girl-on-girl action while
putting the bags into the trunk of his 1967 Chevy Impala. Dean loved many
things, but he only loved 5 things more than life: Sam, his baby, bacon
cheeseburgers, and Busty Asian Beauty's. He could not get enough of that
magazine.
At the liquor store, Dean grabbed all the beer he could afford. Of course, he
grabbed two cases of his favorite, and a couple of different brands. By
midnight, everyone will be too drunk to care what they'll be drinking anyways.
By the time he got home, it was about 3:30. He still had time to kill before
people started showing up. He hopes there won't be 100 people like last time, he
hates having a full house, but he is hoping to get lucky tonight. He can't
remember the last time he spent the night with a girl. He brought in the food
and drinks with the help of Sam, who told him not to worry about helping with
getting the house ready, and that he had it all under control. With that being
said, Dean took advantage of that time and decided to take a nap. He plopped
down on his bed, and began to doze off immediately.
Dean arose from loud laughter coming from the other room, and groaned for he
wasn't ready to wake up yet. He was having an incredible dream about Asian
lesbians making out on the hood of his Impala, but he didn't seem hard when he
woke up like he usually does when he has that kind of dream. He went into his
bathroom to pee and wash up for tonight. Impressing the ladies was his first
goal. He walked into the living room to see all their close friends had already
arrived: Ruby, Crowley, Anna, Jo, Michael, Raphael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Balthazar,
Pamela, Lisa, and Tessa. It's a good thing everyone in the room were friends.
"Hey look," Gabriel pointed at Dean as he entered the room. "It's Mr. Sandman!"
Everyone started laughing.
"You know I gotta get my beauty sleep." He replied with a teasing wink and
smile.
"You must not be getting enough sleep." Crowley added.
"Well then you must not be getting any sleep at all!" Sam blurted out.
Everyone had their laughs, and started making small talk with each other. As
time was passing by, more and more people kept showing up. By 8, there was at
least 50 more people there. Everyone was enjoying theirselves, so that was
good... Except for one. Dean wasn't really having the time of his life. Yes, he
was happy to see everybody having a good time, but he just didn't feel like
himself. He decided to go out on the back porch to relax in his hammock with a
nice cold beer in his hand. He thought about everything; where he could be in 10
years, what he'll achieve in his life, who he'll end up with, if he'll have
kids, how he's gonna die. He had all these endless thoughts, and couldn't brush
them away. As he drank more of his beer, the thoughts started to fade so he
decided started to count the stars to let time pass. By the time he reached 78,
he heard the clicking noise of a lighter. He turned his head to see an unknown
guy, lighting up to smoke. He stood about 5'8 with Chuck Taylor's, regular blue
jeans, and a black peacoat to keep warm. He had a very strong face with
cheekbones that could cut glass. Full pale lips wrapped around the filter of the
cigarette, and he had dark brown hair styled so his bangs were spiked upwards.
When the lighter lit up his face, Dean saw the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He
watched the guy secretively as he sucked the burning smoke down his throat, then
blow it back out smoothly. For some reason, Dean felt this huge lump in his
throat, feeling as if he wanted to speak, he couldn't. It's as if the guy had
taken his breath away. No wait that's impossible. I'm not gay. I like tits.
Sometimes his thoughts scared him.
"Suppose to be one of the coldest nights of the year." The mysterious guy said
deeply. He had a very husky voice, but it was fluent and clear. "Kind of ironic,
isn't it?"
Is he talking to me? Oh great he is. Alright, Dean, be cool. You're not gay.
Get your shit together. He cleared his throat before he spoke. "Uh yeah it is.
I've been out here for an hour now and my whole body is numb." He shivered at
the thought since it's the first time he noticed how cold it is.
"You should go inside then. Why are you out here anyways? Shouldn't you be
inside with the party?" He puffed out a cloud of smoke.
As Dean sat up, the guy went to lean against the railing of the porch, facing
him. "Not a big people person." Dean said hoarsely before gulping down the rest
of his beer. He needs something stronger. This beer is taking too long to kick
in.
"Ahh, me too." He said with another puff of smoke. "My brother threatened to
slit my throat if I didn't show up." The smirk on his lips sent yet another
shiver down Dean's spine. This weather is kicking my ass.
"Yeah, brothers can be a pain in the ass." Dean thought about going back inside,
but he just couldn't. "Who's your brother anyways?"
"Balthazar. I know he doesn't talk about me a whole lot. He's so obsessed with
himself. It's pretty creepy." He said with a chuckle, which Dean thought it was
the most Heavenly sound he's ever heard. After he flicked the butt of his
cigarette in the grass, the guy then walked over to Dean and stuck out his hand.
"I'm Castiel."
What kind of name is Castiel? His parents must hate him. Without hesitating,
Dean took the strong hand in his, feeling his body warm up instantly. "I'm
Dean." He said with a welcoming smile. As their hands slipped away, the warmness
did as well.
"I know. Sam talks about you a lot. Oh, but good things, that is." He gave a
soft smile to Dean. "I'm glad to have finally met you, Dean." He said his name
like he's been saying it for years, but the tone of his voice sounded like he's
been dying to meet him, and it's weird because no one ever wants to meet Dean.
His stomach began to churn, like he was gonna be sick. That butterfly feeling
took over his body, and he had no idea why. He hadn't felt like this since he
first met Lisa. They dated for 4 years until she decided that Dean was too
caught up in taking care of his brother, and ran off with Adam. He was broken
after that. He ended up spending too much time at the bar, then he did at home.
Slowly, but surely, he got better and finally got over Lisa, but he decided that
he wasn't going to commit to a serious relationship for a long time.
With that feeling overriding him, he couldn't find the strength to look into
Castiel's eyes. His eyes were now fixed on their feet as he began to talk. "Yeah
it was n-nice to meet y-you. Really." He blurted out. Oh great now I'm
stuttering. What the hell has gotten into me? I never act like this. Where's
vodka when I need it?
Castiel then turned around to put his elbows on top of the railing, propping his
head up with his hands. Dean felt a rush of relief flow through his veins, but
he didn't want Castiel to leave. Not yet, anyways. He decided to copy Castiel's
posture right beside him, looking into the blackness of the forest. Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Castiel lower his head, as if he was ashamed of
something. He then began to speak softly, but smoothly.
"Are you planning to spend the rest of the night out here?"
"Has been the plan since I woke up. Why?"
"You shouldn't spend the last night of the year alone." Castiel said dryly. "At
least spend it with one of your best friends, or your brother."
Dean turned his head, now looking at Castiel. "As far as I know, I'm not
alone."
Castiel turned to look back at Dean with a big smile on his face. Finally, Dean
had the courage to look Castiel in the eyes. He felt a surge of want run through
his body, and he soon became lost at sea in those deep blue eyes. Before getting
too lost, Dean straightened his posture, and turned around like he was about to
run for his life.
"What's wrong?" Castiel asked cautiously.
"Nothing, I just, I uhh.. need more beer. Do you need anything?"
"A beer sounds nice, yes." He said with a smile.
Jesus Christ, if he keeps smiling like that I'm gonna have to fuck him up. Literally.
"Alright, I'll be back."
He went back inside to find that everyone in the house was drunk as shit. Even
Sammy was pretty messed up. He saw him over in the corner making out with some
hot blonde with a nice ass, and huge tits. 'That's my boy.' He thought with a
smirk. Before he grabbed any drink, he went into the bathroom to pee, and splash
some water onto his face. I can't believe I'm flirting with a dude. If anyone
finds out, I'll tell them it was the beer talking, and if the guys down at the
bar find out, I'm taking a gun to the mouth.
Returning to the porch, Dean saw that Castiel had lit the tiki torches that were
propped up around the porch. "I thought we could use a little light and warmth
since we'll be out here for the remaining of the night." He saw Castiel now
sitting on the hammock, and smiled over at him before taking a seat beside him,
handing him the beer he requested.
"Good idea. I completely forgot I had them." Dean took out the flask Bobby gave
him and slurped down the burning whiskey he put in it before he came out. 'This
should do the trick.' Leaning back on his elbows, he watched Castiel open and
drink his beer. Without knowing why, he thought every move Castiel made was
fascinating. He felt as if he wasn't real; like he was hallucinating. Out of
nowhere, Dean had the urge to map out Castiel's whole body with not only his
hands, but his tongue too.
God, what the fuck am I thinking? Am I really getting turned on by his guy?
Dean could not stop thinking about fucking this guy, to be inside him, to feel
his skin against his. The thoughts sent a shock of arousal down to his dick. To
brush the thoughts aside for right now, he drank more whiskey, starting to feel
the stuff finally work its way through his body.
"So, I'm sure you know enough about me from my brother, but I don't know squat
about you. Care to share?" Dean said with a smirk.
Castiel smiled, and took another sip of his beer before turning to look at Dean.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out." He purred out gently. That, yet
again, sent a shiver down to his spine, and this time, through his dick. He's
doing this on purpose. Son of a bitch's torturing me.
Before Dean could say anything, there was a loud bang coming from behind the
trees following with a bright light. Both him and Castiel turned to watch the
different colors light up the black sky.
"Must almost be midnight." Castiel stated still watching the fireworks explode
before him.
Dean couldn't help but to stare, not at the fireworks, but at the man who was
sitting right next to him. He looked extraordinary in the light. The different
colors of the fireworks made his eyes intensify with every boom. He began to
actually daydream about Cas. He thought about cuddling with him on the couch,
watching bad horror flicks on a rainy day. He thought about having dinner and
coffee with him. He thought about actually sleeping beside him, and waking up to
him every morning. He thought about making love to him. Not just sex, but love.
He wanted all of that more than anything.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" He heard Castiel asked. He shook out of
his daydream, and quickly got up, feeling embarrassed as hell.
"Sorry. I should probably go find my brother. He'll be uh looking for me before
it turns midnight."
As he turned to walk back into the house, he felt a hand grab his, pulling him
back. Castiel stood before him, so close together, Dean could feel Castiel's
shaky warm breath against his lips, making him heat up instantly. At this point,
he didn't care if he was blushing or not, he just wanted to be warm.
"Please don't leave." He heard Castiel whisper. He couldn't help but look at his
lips as he spoke. "This has been.. a really good night for me." He could tell
that he was struggling to find the right words. "I just..." Castiel gripped
Dean's hand tighter, and Dean did the same to his. "I'm glad to have spent the
last few minutes of the year with you." He blurted out softly.
Before Dean could say anything, he heard everyone in the house chanting the
count down. This is it. It's the beginning of a new year. Hell, why not go out
with a big bang like Sammy said? He didn't know if he would regret this or not,
so the only way to decide that, is to actually do it.
As soon as he heard everyone say '1,' he looked at Castiel, who's back was
turned to him to watch more fireworks light up the sky, turning him around
quickly, and pulling him into his arms as he whispered, "don't hate me for
this," and pressed his lips against Castiel's, hoping he wouldn't pull away, but
to Dean's surprise, Castiel was kissing him back. Their lips moved smoothly
together, tongues brushed over another, and their bodies were closer than ever.
Dean soon felt Castiel wrap his arms tightly around his waist, smiling in his
lips as he did so. He cupped Castiel's face in his hands and he kissed him
harder, hearing the fireworks boom, and his friends yell 'Happy New Year' to
each other, feeling Castiel open his mouth to let his tongue in. Finally, Dean
could actually taste him. His tongue roamed all around his mouth to taste faint
cigarettes, and beer, but also something sweet. Something he couldn't figure
out, but he wasn't complaining.
For some reason, Dean couldn't stop. He didn't want to. He wanted to kiss him
dry. He began to suck on the tongue that was now intruding his mouth. He could
hear a small groan from the back of Castiel's throat, smiling to the thought
that he made him do that. It made his dick tingle, and slowly become hard. He
pushed Castiel back against the railing, pushing his groin against Castiel's now
harden pants. Castiel began grinding against him, making Dean's arousal harder
than ever. He ground just as hard back, letting a small moan escape his lips.
Castiel pulled his now swollen lips away to kiss all along Dean's jawline,
biting, and nibbling his way down to his neck. He sucked hard, making his neck
as red as it could get. Dean closed his eyes and tilt his head back, enjoying
Castiel's lips. His hands slid down to Castiel's ass, gripping it tight as ever,
pulling him into Dean even harder. He heard Castiel groan once again, and Dean
craved to hear more. To hear him scream Dean's name. He didn't care if the guys
down at the bar found out. He wanted Cas. He needed Cas.
With Dean's arousal now throbbing against his pants, he grabbed Castiel and
pulled him into the house, sliding past dancing people as quickly as possible,
and headed towards his room. He kind of hoped no one saw them go in, but he
really didn't care at the this point. Once they were in his room, he locked the
door behind them and Dean immediately began unbuttoning Castiel's coat, brushing
it off his shoulders to see him wearing a tight dark blue v-neck that he looked
fucking sexy in, Dean thought. He could feel Castiel's hands push his jacket off
now, smirking up at him as he helped him take his v-neck off. Finally, Dean had
the privilege to see, and touch, the naked torso he's been dying to see since he
first spotted him. His hands slid gracefully down his chest, making sure his
fingers found their way to his nipples, massaging them softly.
Castiel bit his lip, and Dean glanced up at him with a smirk, knowing he was
enjoying this. His hands then found their way down to Castiel's jeans. They
slowly undid his belt, button and zipper, pushing the jeans down just a little
so they could easily slide off of him.
"Well, this isn't fair." Castiel chuckled out in a hushed voice. "I'm already
half naked, and you're still full dressed."
Dean chuckled himself. "I suggest you do something about that then." He could
see the desperate want in Castiel's eyes, and that made it seem like Dean's
jeans were shrinking. Soon, Dean felt Castiel's hands grip the bottom of his
shirt and slowly lift it over his head, tossing it aside like the rest of the
clothes. He watched Castiel as he mimicked Dean's hand movements on his chest.
He leaned in and began biting and sucking as hard as he could on Castiel's neck,
leaving the same marks Castiel made on his neck. After a while, he felt relief
in between his legs and realized that he was completely naked now, along with
Castiel.
He pushed Castiel back onto his bed, crawling on top of him and began kissing
him harder than ever. Their tongues glided together, like they were meant to be.
Their lips swollen from sucking and biting on each other's. They were finally
getting what they wanted: each other.
Castiel flipped them over so now Dean was on the bottom. He smirked up at
Castiel who then leaned down to kiss along Dean's chest. He gracefully licked
his way down to one of his nipples, and began sucking on it right away. Dean let
a few groans escape from the back of his throat because holy fucking shit that
feels good. He then felt Castiel work his way down, and watched as he reached
his aching cock. Castiel did not hesitate to take it right into his mouth. That
surprised Dean and a strangled moan slipped out of his mouth. He gripped the bed
sheets as Castiel started sucking on the tip, feeling his hands roaming his
inner thigh, then feeling Castiel taking him all the way in. He could feel
Castiel's cheeks hollow out as he sucked as hard as he could, then he began a
steady rhythm. Arching his back, Dean let out louder moans as he saw glimpses of
Castiel bobbing his head up and down. He could feel the cum building up, but he
didn't want to release just yet.
Without hesitation, Dean pulled Castiel back up to him, kissing him all over,
before saying in a pant. "Hold on." He reached over to his nightstand and got a
condom out of the drawer. While Dean slid the condom over his throbbing cock,
Castiel propped himself on his knees, facing the back wall as he held onto the
headboard of the bed. Dean turned around and smiled as he got behind Cas,
holding onto his hips as he began kissing all along his shoulder blades, and
neck. He decided to grind his dick against Cas' ass slowly, knowing it would
drive him crazy. Dean was always the teasing type.
"You sure you want this?" Dean whispered in Cas' ear. Dean could see the
goosebumps he gave him and smirked.
"I've been wanting this ever since I laid my eyes on you." He said in a quiet
moan. That drove Dean crazy, and he couldn't wait any longer. He took a hold of
his dick and began guiding it into Cas slowly, biting his lip. He heard Cas let
out a long, seductive groan as soon as Dean was all the way inside of him. As he
gripped his hips tighter, he began pumping in and out slowly at first, but Cas
wanted more. He managed to moan out "faster," and Dean did as he said.
Gradually getting faster with his thrusts, Dean finally hit that one spot
everyone has that makes them drown in pleasure, for Castiel let out the loudest
moan of the night. The sounds he was making were down right pornographic, but
the hottest things Dean has ever heard. The sounds made him go harder, and
faster, and soon he was hitting the same spot over and over again.
"Cas," he moaned out in a whisper. He thrusted as hard and deep as he could into
him, making the headboard bang against the wall, but he didn't give a shit. He
kept going.
Castiel leaned back into Dean, their bodies fitting perfectly together a he
turned his head to kiss Dean deep, and hard, moaning over and over into his
mouth. Dean held onto Castiel with all of his might, kissing him back as he kept
going and going. Soon then, Castiel tilted his head back onto Dean's shoulder
with his eyes closed.
"Oh God, Dean.." He moaned out into his ear. That made Dean lose himself. Before
he knew it, he exploded within the condom, moaning out Cas' name a couple of
times, riding out the waves of the orgasm, still thrusting hard into Cas before
he came all over the headboard, almost screaming Dean's name, but shortly calmed down.
They soon then fell down onto the bed, side by side, on cloud nine as they took
each other into their arms. Their legs entangled, and the bed covers soon
covered their naked bodies. Castiel's hand glided up and down Dean's side slowly
to comfort him, kissing his forehead a couple times before burying his face into
the crook of Dean's neck, closing his eyes as sleep started to sweep over him.
This was the first time in months Dean felt this happy. With that in mind, his
grip around Cas became tighter, and he soon closed his eyes.
"Cas?.." Dean whispered.
"Hmm?" Cas mumbled out.
"When I wake up tomorrow morning, I hope to find you still here in my arms."
"Don't worry. I don't think I'll be going anywhere for a long time."
Dean smiled and gave Cas one last soft kiss before saying, "good," while they
began falling asleep into a deep slumber.