Swimming Home

A/N: Here's another one-shot for you guys. These will be popping up for a bit. If you really like any of them enough to see them blossom into a full-blown story, let me know. You just might get your wish!

Summary: A day at the pool turns into so much more for Dean and Castiel.

Setting: AU Set during a random trip to Los Angeles, California. Dean and Cas are both college seniors.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

~D*C~

Castiel's POV

"You having fun?"

"I am, Dean. Thank you."

He smirks noncommittally whilst humming in contentment.

To be honest, I'm not sure exactly why we are here, but I am not one to complain. School has become rather monotonous as of late, especially considering how we are both graduation bound. I had voiced my frustrations to the man beside me during one of our last lectures, and thus, we ended up here.

I chance a glance at him, squinting my eyes against the brilliant noonday sun in order to get a better look at him. He is completely relaxed for once, all of the usual tension in his muscles long gone. I don't really know much about my companion, but neither does anyone else. He is an enigma of the worst kind, but I find that most attractive about him.

We first met about a year ago. We literally ran into one another inside the library. After that, we just sort of…gravitated towards one another. We have lunch together frequently, and spend most of our waking hours outside of class together, as well. Neither of us talks a lot, so our time together is usually spent in companionable silence. When we do talk, it is usually about random interests or current frustrations.

Looking at him like this, however, I begin to wonder what is the underlying tie that binds the two of us. I'm not particularly popular or what have you, and I doubt that anyone finds me even remotely attractive. Dean, on the other hand, is very attractive and usually flocked to by the masses. It intrigues me how he chooses the most abstract venues for us to hang out at. He has an acute sense of everything and everyone around him, knowing exactly where to go to be around people and where not to.

I cannot deny the fact that I am attracted to him. He is the first person that I have ever shown any interest in, so this is new territory for me. You see, I have always prided myself in remaining focused solely on my studies. I graduated high school as the valedictorian and will surely graduate from college at the top of my class with honors. As such, love, lust, nor infatuation has ever found itself in my vocabulary. To be honest, I do not even know if I can classify myself as any particular sexuality. I may find Dean nice to look at, but he is the first and only.

"I can hear you thinking, Cas. Stop it."

I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of his voice, especially much closer than expected.

What really startles me, though, is the feeling of his large hands on my thighs. I know I am blushing furiously, but his verdant gaze does not stray from my cerulean one. I have no idea when he slid into the water, but here he is, staring up at me with most of his body submerged in the crystalline blue water. I know he has to see the bulge forming in my short trunks. I really should not have let him choose my swimwear…

"I…um…sorry?"

"Oh, Cas…" he chuckles, voice trailing off as his tanned fingers leave wet trails down my cheek. The soft smile on his face makes my heart skip a beat. He does not smile often, which makes them all the more beautiful when he does. I can appreciate every part of this man, and I think he knows it. He slowly raises up to level his gaze with mine. Unfortunately, that also gives me access to view even more of his impressive body.

Dean is athletically built, having played various sports all throughout his school years. Each and every muscle is well defined and built with a purpose, ready to spring into action at any moment. However, he is not bulky like a bodybuilder, which I can appreciate. He is reminiscent of those male models that my sisters used to gawk over, kind of like Marky Mark or whoever he was. All I knew was that he wore only underwear, which was not very practical…

Speaking of underwear, Dean chose to wear swimwear that is very reminiscent of said article of clothing. They are like briefs, but a little bit longer, if that makes any sense. It probably does not, but I am not at all familiar with these kinds of things.

"Do you like what you see, Cas?" he asks lowly. I cannot form any coherent speech right now, which only serves to 'egg him on,' as most would say.

I want to lean back to give myself some space, but my body does not seem to want to respond. I am completely and utterly frozen in place…

"I think you do. Hm."

He looks deep into my eyes, his pupils blown out to enormous proportions. He is extremely aroused.

"Dean, I…"

I want so desperately to say something, but I just do not know what! I can feel his hard length pressed directly against mine, and it is so damn hot! Where are other people when you need them?!

"I want you, Cas. I have wanted you now for a while," he whispers huskily, his face a mere inch from mine.

My eyes close of their own accord, and all I can do is moan in response. I am completely in foreign territory here, so I decide to let Dean take full control of this situation.

"From the moment I first felt your body against mine, I knew I had to have you. Have you not noticed the way I stare at you? I yearn for you, Castiel Novak, I so do…"

The moment his lips touch mine, I know that it is the end of me. Electricity courses through my veins as I give myself completely over to the sensation…completely over to him.

I do not know when my hands move, but before I know it, they seek purchase on every inch of skin that they can find. I feel him shiver as my legs wrap tightly around his trim waist. I am unbelievably hard as his flesh collides with mine, delicious friction driving me absolutely wild.

"Dear God, Dean…" I whisper hoarsely against his lips as we part for air. We are only separated for a second, though. I cannot help but dive in, both literally and figuratively. I am not in the least bit affected by the coolness of the water, my attention focused solely on the man in front of me.

He pushes my back against the side of the pool, covering me completely with his taut form. My nails rake vicious streaks down his back as we continue to make out. I have no idea what I am doing, but it seems I am doing something right because Dean is smiling against my lips and moaning deep within his throat. My legs are still wrapped around him, the buoyancy working to my advantage.

"Cas, dear sweet Cas. You are driving me wild, baby," he mumbles between grunts of pleasure. Me driving him wild?! Who would have thought!

We pull away for air, staring intensely at one another. A lopsided grin adorns Dean's handsome face, making him look like the cat who ate the canary. In essence, I guess it is an apt description when you look at it. I think back on every look, every touch that we have ever shared. To think that it all was leading up to this leaves a giddiness in my heart. I think I like feeling like this…

"You make me feel lighter than air," I whisper against his lips as I lean in to capture his lips again. He chuckles lightly at me before saying something rather odd…

"That's what happens when you almost drown, Cas."

I frown at him at first, but then start to feel a pressure deep in my chest.

"Dean?" I gasp worriedly, but he just smiles at me.

"Hold on, Cas, I've got you," he says slowly as his face draws closer to mine…

~D*C~

Dean's POV

"Aaacccckkkkk!"

I slowly raise back up, smirking as my companion coughs up water. He looks like a cat after a bath, which makes me laugh quietly to myself. When he looks at me confusedly, I simply shake my head while offering a small smile.

"What the fuck just happened?!" he asks breathlessly, frowning for all that he's worth. I raise an eyebrow at his choice of words…

"You just profaned." He doesn't look amused.

"Shit!" he whispers to himself, surprising me yet again.

"No need to lose your religion, buddy," I chuckle lightly. "You were sitting there one moment, and then the next thing I know, you're diving in like you're swimming home or something."

He doesn't say anything at first, continuing to glare off into the distance. I'm almost afraid to ask.

"You okay?"

He goes to reply, but looks down. Almost instantly, his face turns a brilliant shade of red before he's up on his feet.

"I'm ready to go, Dean. Vamos!" he roars before storming out the gate and towards the Impala.

"Si senor…" I mumble as I stand up and follow after my awkward companion. I doubt I'll ever know what was truly going through his head, but it must have really been something. Oh well.

"And to think I brought him here to seduce him," I gripe quietly. I swear, the best laid plans…

I guess I'll have to wait until another time. I wonder how he'll react. Who knows? Maybe he'll drive me wild or some shit. Hm…

~D*C~

Poor Cas! Once again, don't kill me! It was meant to be a cute little tale lol Anyways, review please!