I realize there are a lot of Sam/Dean slash stories, but I thought I would make my contribution.
My Inspiration was a really fantastic Dean/Sam Slash story by eclecticxdetour called Never Mess with a Winchester Wee Cest Series. Her stories are AMAZING.
Since this is just the first chapter, I kept it short and sweet. I have about another 7 or 8 chapters written, so please stay tuned!
Includes: Some sexual tendancies, No full on sex, Just Cass/Dean.
IF THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR YOU, YOU MIGHT AS WELL STOP READING NOW!
It was a beautiful sunset, Dean Winchester sitting in the most comfortable chair he could possibly think of. Holding a fishing pole in his hands, he was finally at rest. Was he dead? Was he in a coma? Whatever it was, he didn't care. He was here. And all that was all that mattered.
"We need to talk." A gruff voice said calmly as he shifted his weight to his left foot.
Dean should have figured the man standing behind him needed something.
"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Dean sighed, now realizing that a big part of him included Castiel in all his dreams. Especially good ones.
"It's not safe here;" Castiel spoke quickly. "Someplace more private."
Dean finally looked up at the wonderful angel, drinking the look of him in. He couldn't believe it. The angel, in such a hurry, probably in danger, and the man still had his hair; perfect. His clothes, pressed and un-wrinkled. The oldest Winchester snapped out of it, getting back to the subject at hand.
"More private? " Dean sat up and readjusted, trying to hide his half hard dick growing in his jeans, putting the fishing pole directly in front of him. "We're inside my head."
"Exactly." Castiel, waiting patiently for Dean to understand. "Someone could be listening."
The Angel looked up, as to signify to dean what he'd been trying to get across since the beginning of the conversation.
Dean wearily looked up as he realized something was off with his friend Cass. Voice breaking , Dean muffled "Cass, what's wrong?"
Castiel shifted his weight and put his hand in his tan trench coat pocket as his bowed his head and took a deep breath. "When you wake up, make sure I'm the first person you contact."
"Cass-" But when Dean turned around the alluring angel was gone, with the sound of feathers fluttering in the air.
And with the alarming start of a car horn passing, Dean Winchester woke up in a hot sweat. Immediately, the phone rang. With squinted eyes, the light of the phone brightened the entire room as he read the word 'Unknown Name' appearing on the front of the screen of his silver and black mobile phone.
"Yeah?" Dean answered the phone with a groggy voice when he sat up in his bed in the pitch black hotel room. During the day, it was a Hawaiian theme, including the flowers on the wallpaper and even the dancing luau girl lamps. It was a foggy mid-summer in the middle of who-knows-where and as dean rubbed his bare sweating chest and tried to open his eyes.
"It's me." Cass's voice emanated loudly in the oldest Winchester's ear.
"No shit, Cass. What's up?" Sam and Dean had just finished a job less than 2 hours ago. He didn't want to disturb the radiant sleeping Sam, still shirt-less, he walked out of the front door, trying not to break a line in the salt.
"Dean, we need to talk. It's.. a very personal matter concerning-"
"Cass, I don't need to hear details yet, just lemme know where."
"Right here. " Castiel appeared in front of him, giving the shirtless dean a jolt.
"Jeeeesus, Cass. You know I hate it when you do that." Dean chuckled, clutching his bare muscular chest to regain his previous heart rate.
"Dean, I-" Cass looked to the ground, blushing. "Dean, a long time ago-"The angel didn't seem to know what to say. "Dean, this is very hard.. For me to say."
"Spit it out, Cass, I need my beauty sleep!" Dean barked, rubbing his closed fist into his still sleeping left eye.
Castiel peered at the half naked man before him. The tan chest, with the anti-possession tattoo about three inches above his tight left nipple. He was wearing loose baby blue pajama pants that tied just under his jutting hip bone. Dean's hard cock from the morning wood just feet away from the angel's reach.
Castiel realized he could never explain this connection he had to the human he served. Was it love? Was it lust? Why did he feel this way about a man he wasn't sure about? The angel sat in silence trying to remember the speech he had rehearsed when this moment came. All those thoughts came to a halt when he felt Dean's hot breath on his dry lips.
What will happen between Dean/Cass? Will Cass admit his feelings for Dean? Find out in the next chapter!
