Smutty Eyed Angel

by UniversalStoryteller

Smut version of *Starry Eyed Angel* if you do not like smuttiness, don't read this version. If you do not enjoy reading man/man do not read this or the "safer" version. If you do enjoy, then here you go. It is a long read of five chapter uploading as one, italic is smuttiness until the last chapter. Enjoy. WARNING: don't read in libraries, you will laugh suddenly and loudly.

Author's Note: Hello! Tis I, uh, your smutmother... yeah, that doesn't sound weird... anyway, so here is the smut version of Starry Eyed Angel, if you haven't read that and are just reading this, don't worry, it's exactly the same except... smut infested ;) anywayyy, this was a 45 page long print out, 7 pages longer than the more "innoncent" version, and one that left my dear friend squealing for hours on end, and laugh, can't forget the hysterical laughing. So, sit back, get warm and comfortable... and enjoy the nosebleeds, I mean read... enjoy the nosebleeds xD

OH! Also, there is some language here that is offensive, by no means do I agree with what I typed. It is there for backbone and angry talk. I apologize in advance for any offense, but it will stay. - forgot to add that part, cause haven't read it in a while :P

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural related, for if I did it would all be unicorns and rainbows, and Destiel infested shit. Enjoy!

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CHAPTER ONE

A cacophony of chatter filled the auditorium as students seniors and school staff walked in. Soon the bleachers were all occupied as friends found each other and sat together. Standing at the front stage was a tall, caucasian man with ocean blue eyes and blonde, windblown hair. This man wearing a cloud white suit and cerulean necktie is Vice Principal Michael Ark. He raised a hand and gently tapped the microphone silencing the talkative crowd at once. Smiling softly the Vice Principal began his speech.

"Welcome back Supernatural seniors to your final year of high school." The students whistled and clapped excitedly with a few stomping their feet.

"Yes, yes congratulations on making it this far! I know I speak for all of us staff members when I say how proud we are to see all the once freshman here today as senior of 2015. To many of you this year is the last to achieve that magical something, that certain goal or complete that special promise… it is our goal to ensure that all of you graduate and begin a new season to the next adventure. However, before this season ends here we plan to make this year one to remember!"

The auditorium erupted with excited hollers from the students and they clapped.

"We all hope to see you all partake in the graduation walk! But before you head to your senior classes please remember that for the first week and a half there will be senior counselor meetings with Mr. Zachariah Fuller. Today we will start with last names beginning with A to E, and so forth tomorrow. Lastly, Principal Mighty sends his deepest apologizes in his absence today… that is all, off to class now."

Vice Principal Ark stepped off the stage the seniors were cheerfully walking out of the auditorium, and among those students was none other than Dean Winchester. Dean has been the star athlete of Supernatural High since his freshman year, and Mr. Handsome of the year for three years straight. Although he was a strong athlete and very kind to his fellow students, Dean was not known to be as outstanding academically… and thus this last year of high school will prove to be his hardest as his graduation rights hang in the balance.

As the bell rang for the release of first period most students made their way to either homeroom or free period. Dean was one of few among the free timers, and usually used that time to make a call to the town hospital where his ex-girlfriend and, possibly, best friend was currently staying in. During this time, a young man was travelling to one of the many drinking stations placed around Supernatural high. This young man was a junior with a hidden side that no one has discovered just yet.

However, this student has had a secret pushed out into the public, and made him a target of petty bullying. That he was once again going to suffer from. Within the five minute grace period, he was about to be apprehended by two seniors and one junior. As he innocently bent to take a sip of water he suddenly felt an object behind him. This object was pressed directly on his backside, and just as suddenly he was roughly pushed forward where he braced himself on the fountain before turning to face the person.

"That's so seriously gross man," said a black male with a face of disgust, "why are you sticking your ass out at me, huh? You a faggot?"

"Everyone knows Castiel is a homo, Raph!" shouted a pale student causing the other two to jeer and laugh as the red faced Castiel.

"I bet you suck any dick that comes your way, huh, Cassie?" the one named Ralph, or his full name Raphael, taunted.

As the older boys continued to throw insults and taunts at the poor, honey haired boy he calmly as he could picked up his bags, and began to walk away from the bullies. Only to be stopped be the dark skinned male grabbing his wrist painfully.

"Someone wants to talk to you, fag, and they asked really nicely for me to bring you to them… even said they'd give me something a little extra later if I brought you back all bruised up." he said with an evil grin.

"Let go of me!" Castiel demanded as he attempted to pull his arm away.

Raphael laughed, and said, "No can do, see, I want those cherry lips around my black meat, so I gotta deliver the goods."

Eyes wide, Castiel tries harder to get away. Even though Raphael is an athlete Castiel is fuelled by desperation and manages to throw his very heavy bag at the prick's head. In that moment, he is freed and makes a run for it while the others help their boss up.

"I can get up myself, you dimwits!" he shouted, "Go get that damn faggot!"

Meanwhile, Castiel is running as fast as he could making it as far as the gym before he is tackled by a burly redhead. During the tackle, his head bumped painfully on the asphalt and Castiel lost consciousness. It wasn't until the bell for homeroom to begin that he awoke to find himself in the boys' shower room. He was held forcefully in place until a brunette girl came into the room. Ruby Demonio, a girl that had once been very kind. But a year, or so, ago she was dropped be the love of her life, Benny Lafitte. Benny broke up with her due to a rumor that Ruby was cheating on him with Castiel Thursdays: the boy currently being held down. Even though both she and Cas had protested against those rumors someone had, somehow, supplied photographic evidences. That hadn't been the worst part. It was during that confrontation that one of Castiel's best hid secret had be outed. He was a homosexual; which was fine, but he was a homosexual who fancied the Supernatural Hunk.

Castiel stared, not only scared but pitifully, at his once friend turned tormentor.

"Cassie, Cassie, O where art thou Cassie?" Ruby said singingly as she placed something on a table outside my line of sight.

After the end of sophomore year, the year that change Ruby, the boy knew not to rise to the taunts and verbal abuse that she and her boys threw at him; however, today was to be different as it was the anniversary of her break up with Benny Lafitte. The abuse was going to be taken to the highest level of humiliation. Castiel knew this very well, and unwillingly began to tremble in fear of what she would have the men do to him.

"The little fag is trembling." Raphael taunted, grinning at me nastily.

"I bet he's a little masochist, and is enjoying the anticipation of what's gonna happen!" the one holding Castiel said, laughing loudly.

"Shut up." Ruby snarled at him, before purring to the darker male, "Raphie, go to my car and get the duffel bag!"

"Yes, ma'am." he said as he passed her, groping her ass briefly.

Then it was only Ruby and the new recruit that was holding me. She finally turned around, and in her hand was a foundation brush. On the table sat makeup of all kind.

"Make sure you hold him tightly," Ruby ordered as she began to apply the foundation on Castiel "we don't want our doll to mess up our work."

"You'll give me what I want after?" the mystery guy asked, a sick tone in his voice.

"Don't worry, honey, I always give my boys what they want if they do a good job." she promised, licking her lips seductively after.

Ruby applied layer after layer of foundation before she glued a pair of tacky, angel winged eyelashes. She, then, forcefully applied a bright blue eyeshadow to her victim's eyelids. Above the eyeshadow, she professionally put liquid eyeliner to frame the winged lashes. Setting that aside, Ruby then gripped Castiel by the jaw and painted his lips with matte, red lipstick. Once done applying a heavy layer of lipstick, she turned away and it was at that moment that Castiel threw his head back. Hitting his captor square on the nose. Even though, he was in pain from the hit, Castiel quickly ran for it. Pushing passed Ruby.

Bursting out of the shower room, he ran passed a confused Raphael before Ruby could order her lackie to catch him.

Though, Raphael was in basketball and was fast, Castiel was even faster with years of running under his belt thanks to cross country. The junior ran as best he could with blurry vision due to hot, angry tears raining down his face. With the senior only a short distance away, and catching up, Castiel quickly turned a corner only to ran smack into a leather covered chest. Landing on his bottom, Castiel stares up at a confused Dean Winchester.

Dean took a moment to stare at the crying boy, before he heard a familiar voice just coming around the corner of the building.

"Here pretty junior, come here pretty boy," he called tauntingly, "we aren't done dolling you up yet!"

With an angry frown, the hunk of a man scooped up the terrified boy, and quickly entered through the backdoor of the old chem lab. Just as Raphael was turning the corner, Dean locked the door, and pulled Cas to the wall with him. Soon they hear the door handle jiggle rapidly, as the bully tried to open it. And then Dean quickly pushes the boy underneath him as a shadow appears at the window. Castiel tenses, and grabs on to Dean's jacket as he ducks lower.

In a very hushed whisper, almost too hard to hear, "Try to stay quiet, I'm sure he'll leave soon."

From what Raphael can see in the classroom, was just a big dark lump that kept moving. And in his dirty mind he thought it was some lucky bastard getting some. Thus, he left. Dean looked at the boy under him and held a finger to his lips in the universal sign to be quiet. Once Castiel nodded, his savior slowly lifted himself up, and pecked through the thin curtain. With the coast clear from the window view, Dean went to the door. Unlocked it and looked outside to check if Raphael had truly gone. Satisfied, he locked the door once more, and turned to find the person he saved had pulled down the darker blinds and had turned on one of the lab lamps.

"Well," Dean said unknowingly startling the boy, "I think this is the part where we introduce each other?"

The boy lowered his head.

"I'll go first… Dean Winchester, Supernatural Senior and star athlete."

Suddenly a hand appeared the boy's line of sight, and he looked up to see gentle, hazel eyes staring at him. Meekly he placed his small hand into Dean's larger and calloused one.

"Cas… Castiel Thursdays, S-supernatural Junior and… science geek." he said shily.

"Nice to meet you, Cas," Dean said smiling kindly at his underclassman, "I'm glad that your eyes have stopped leaking."

Castiel blinked slowly before lifting a hand to touch his now dry cheek. His dry cheek that was still caked with foundation that had also smeared on his fingers. He frowned as he mixed the makeup on his finger.

"Let's get that off you, yeah?" Dean offered gently.

Together the boys went to the lab tables where Dean had Castiel sit down by the sink while he went to look for the first aid kit, and towels to use for the makeup. As the senior searched the room, Cas busied himself with removing as much of the make up he could with the rough paper towels and cold water from the sink.

"Hey, you're going to hurt yourself like that…" Dean said returning with a first aid kit and soft, clean towels. As he said that, the senior gently grabbed Castiel's wrist to pull his hand away from cleaning the makeup off. Dean threw away the soggy paper towels, and sat beside Cas. They faced each other as Dean began to carefully remove the fake lashes.

"So… who did this?" he asked once Cas opened his eyes.

"Oh, um…"

"'Look, if you don't want me to tell then I won't… but I wanna know who's doing this to you." Dean said seriously.

"... R-Ruby…" he stuttered, looking away.

He gently turned Castiel's face back with a hand under his chin, "Ruby who?"

"D-D-Demonio…" he answered, blushing at the skin to skin contact.

Suddenly, Dean asked the underclassman what lunch period he had; which Castiel asked second and that Ruby also had that lunchtime. Frowning, Dean leaned in closer to Cas.

"I have second lunch too, so come sit with me." the upperclassman demanded.

"Wha-no… I can't do that… I mean…" Castiel said, become flustered at the proximity, "we barely know each other…"

Dean chuckled, and stated, "I'm not asking for sex, you know?"

Castiel's eyes widened and his face began to glow red.

"Look, no one messes with me… so come sit with me, my freshman brother will be there too." Dean said once he stopped laughing, "You won't be the youngest, if that's what you're worrying about."

Soon all the makeup if completely off Castiel's naturally porcelain skin.

"Well, that's all the makeup…" Dean state, cheerfully, "would you look at that?"

"What?" his underclassman asked, subconsciously touching his cheek.

"You've got a pretty nice looking face." he complimented.

Castiel's face turned even more red, and he was completely sure that he face was going to be a tomato forever.

Dean grins mischievously as he says, "Especially with that tomato coloring you've got going on there."

"Oh my gosh," Castiel gasps, and begins to laugh at the innocent teasing, "you're so mean!"

Soon the two are laughing together, and playfully shoving each out until Dean decides to tackle the unsuspecting junior. They roll around the floor trying to gain the upperhand for a while until Castiel admits defeat. The two lay on the floor side by side.

Dean kindly says, "I'm glad that you aren't feeling as down anymore."

Castiel stares at his upper classmate and crush in surprise, until he smiles and thanks him.

"Come on, the bell for third is about to ring." Dean said as he got up.

"Did you ditch class?"

"No, I've got free second period."

"Oh, so do I…"

With that said and done, they busy themselves on cleaning the area of any evidence. Soon the two were walking together toward the math building, and along the way Castiel finds his school bag by the fountain. Happy to have his supplies back, they joke together until they reach the entrance of the math building just as the bell rang.

"Alright, I've got weightlifting third so I'll meet you here after class." Dean said, as he ruffled up Castiel's already messy locks.

"Like it isn't already messy enough!" the brunette shouted after him as he slinked away. A while later, the junior calmly walked into third period his mind floating up into cloud nine as he robotically sat in his assigned seat. Castiel barely registered that the bell had rung he was so far into his fantasy world.

As his body robotically pulled out the necessary supplies, and took notes for the class lesson. Castiel's mind journeyed into the world of sexual fantasy featuring one Dean Winchester.

Within the junior's mind, he was back in the old lab room with Dean. The older man softly caressed Castiel's face removing the make up in a gentle manner, and soon Cas feels the cloth upon his lip as Dean began to properly clean the lipstick off. Their eyes meet, deep blue against smoldering hazel. Castiel bites his lower lip and blushes deeply as he sees his senior glance at said lip.

"You're pretty good looking." Dean said in his husky voice, as he continued in his task.

"I'm mediocre compared to you…." Castiel replied, quietly, glancing down at his hands.

Dean laughs shortly before replying, "I think I'm more of the 'fuck just to fuck' kinda good looking… you, on the other hand, though I wouldn't mind tapping that… you're the kind I'd like to keep around, you know?"

"Wha… you… what?" Castiel stuttered, his face glowing red, as his understood what Dean had said.

As his junior blushed and stuttered, Dean leaned in closer. Castiel was wide eyed as the man drew closer and closer jumping in his sit slightly as chapped, full lips touched his. Suddenly, they were kissing. Gently at first, their eyes closed as they kissed. Chapped lips softly rubbing against his as the kissing began to heat up Dean suddenly lifted the smaller male, and placed him on his muscular lap. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders as the two continued to kiss. Pushing against his lips, his senior's hot tongue begged for entrance. Cas opens his mouth just enough for Dean to explore the wet cavern.

Their tongues rubbed against each other for a while until they began to wrestle for dominance, wet kissing sounds filled the room. Castiel jumps in surprise as Dean's hands began to fondle his ass through the baggy jeans causing him to press himself against Dean. With that pause Dean won dominance, and tongue fucked Castiel's mouth all the while one hand staying to grope his ass. The other slipping under Castiel's button down to caress the small of his back making said man shiver in delight. Soon the need to breath won over the desire to suck face. A string of saliva connected the two as they drew away from each other as they drew in much need oxygen.

Breathing heavily, they stared at each other their eyes full of desire.

"Dean…" he said, uncertainty laced in his voice.

"Yeah?" the brunette replied, his voice deep and husky

"I know we barely know each other… we just, um, kissed and stuff… but, uh," Castiel said, stuttering as he tried to say what he wanted, "can we… could we"

"Yeah." Dean said right away.

Shooting his head up, Castiel stared at Dean in surprise, "Really?"

"Fuck yeah, I told you I'd tap that… and to be honest, I really want to fuck the daylight out of you." Dean stated, as he pushed Castiel down onto his raging hardon, "Can you feel that?"

Squeaking, Castiel nodded.

"I'm going to fuck that ass of yours, gonna ram my thick meat into your hot hole, pound you so hard until you pass out," Dean whispered, eyes nearly black with his pupil overly grown with desire and lust, "you're going to moan my name, scream it, as I fuck you senseless. You want that, don't you?"

Castiel could only nod, his breathing too heavy with all the dirty talk being whispered in his ear, his body trembling at every word.

"Good… but first, how about a nice thank you for removing all the makeup?" Dean said.

"Wha?" he replied confused.

Smiling, Dean lifted the junior up once more and sat him on a chair. His hands then went to his jeans. Just with that, Castiel understood and licked his lips before his quickly did the job for Dean. His jeans and briefs were quickly transferred from his waist to his ankles. There was a pause, as Castiel sat there on his knees gazing upon Dean's harden length. Gulping, he stuck his tongue out, and wet with saliva began to lick his senior's meat.

"Fuck, your tongue is fucking hot." Dean said, his voice husker than before.

But Castiel didn't hear, too focused on slicking up the cock before with all his spit. Finally, he wrapped one hand around the base of the hard cock while his tongue lapped up the thick precum of Dean Winchester.

"You taste so good, Dean… can I eat this?" Castiel said, as he fapped Dean's cock. Twisting and pumping the hard cock, making it twitch and harden more.

"Ugh.. fuck, that feels so good, yeah, shove my cock in your mouth." he replied, just barely as his mind was beginning to fog over with all the pleasure just from Castiel's blowjob.

Without further need, the tip of that hard cock entered Castiel's salivating mouth. Tongue swirling around, making Dean through back his head and groan loudly as his junior began to taking his cock deeper into his wet, hot mouth.

"Oh god… yeah, just like that…" Dean said, gaspingly, "you look so damn hot kneeling like that, sucking my cock as you look at me, fuck that's fucking hot as hell… your mouth is so good."

Castiel moaned in pleasure of Dean praising him, and took his hard cock deeper into his mouth, until he realized that it was all the way in his throat. He moaned around the hard meat in his throat. Then suddenly, as though a switch was flipped, Dean grabbed his junior's head and began to thrust into Castiel's mouth

"Castiel…" Dean called out, Castiel was in heaven, hearing Dean call his name so urgently as his crush fucked his mouth so good. Suddenly, it wasn't Dean call his name, but his teacher,"Castiel!"

"Yes, ma'am?" he replied, blushing brightly as he noticed a few classmates chuckling at him.

His teacher rolled her eyes, and asked him,"What is the height of h after 45 seconds?"

"If the ferris wheel has a radius of 25 meters, and makes one rotation every 36 seconds… and the passenger is 1 meter off the ground at the bottom of the wheel… then the height of h is 26 meters, may I go to the restroom?" Castiel stated, as he wrote the last part of the notes he missed. The class was silent, as the teacher stared open mouthed at the boy she was sure was daydreaming and not paying attention.

"R-right, uh, yes… ahem, well, then… class is almost over, so I have some handouts to pass around, be quick." the teacher said, walking away from the smartest boy at Supernatural High.

Castiel sighed mentally, and berated himself for daydreaming too long as he walked out of the class. His trip to the boys' room was fairly quick, and soon Castiel was making his way back to class… but not before running into Dean.

"Cas!" Dean shouted out once he spotted the honey haired boy.

He blushed prettily as he recognized the voice, "Dean?"

The next thing the junior knew was a tight, warm hug and the smell of sweat and musk that made him dizzy. Castiel blushed harder as he tried to will his cock to not react to the overwhelming scent and physique of Dean Winchester.

Looking down at his newly made friend, Dean grinned smugly, "Hey, tomato face."

Castiel's eyes widened before he glared at the senior still holding him. His face becoming even redder.

"Remember to meet me at the stairs okay?" Dean reminded as he left go, "I have to run to the office."

"I heard…" Cas replied pouting a bit.

"You even pout cute," he said jokingly, "get any cuter and I might fall for you."

Before Castiel could reply, Dean had already left to the office.

Finally he made it to the office where he was then sent to his senior counselor. His time there only took half of third period, and Dean learned that his graduation was in danger from his poor grades. Though he was angry and ranted to Mr. Fuller, Dean understood that it was nobody's fault but his. On his way back the class Dean thought about what Fuller had said about getting enough extra credit point. His only concern was if he could do it alone. These thoughts of doubt plagued his mind for the rest of the period.

Meanwhile, Castiel was making his way back to trig. His mind once again floating up to cloud nine. As he walked through the door his attention was suddenly grabbed as his trig teacher mentioned something about a mathematical fair happening in February.

"Though we will be hosting the Mad Science Fair in the coming months," she said as she passed out flyers, "come spring, Supernatural High will be hosting the Universal Pattern Fair. Now the Fairs are designed to give students extra credit, attract college reps, and just have fun! The credits are based on the points given, for example, 10 out of 10 point grade is a credit of 25%. That will boost a C- to a B, and if more points are given than higher the percentage."

Finally the bell rang, and everyone cleared out. For once, Castiel was the first one out the door. If anyone knew who he was meeting, well, no one could possibly blame him really. And just like the gentleman he is, Dean Winchester was already waiting for Castiel outside… his skin glistening with sweat making Castiel moan quietly under his breath, and send a quick pray to at least let him survive the rest of the day without boners in class.

CHAPTER TWO

Right as Castiel had made it back to trig Dean had returned to the locker rooms deep in thought. Vaguely hearing the coach order everyone to change Dean managed to put a fresh shirt on before heading to meet up with his underclassman. Soon he was at the math building waiting for Castiel. While he waited patiently for the younger male, Dean's mind wandered.

Why was he going out of his way for a stranger? Dean's a nice guy of course, but he's hardly ever invited bullied victims to sit with him at lunch. Sure, he's stopped a few guys from beating on weaker ones… but he's never really stuck around the victims after. So, what was so special about Castiel Thursdays? Suddenly, there was a pair of sparkling, blue eyes staring into his.

Jerking back, Dean stared at Castiel before greeting him with his standard tomato face nickname and a silly grind.

"I have a name you know!" Cas grumbled as he quickly jabbed Dean in the side twice.

Squirming away Dean smiled, "Yeah, I know, but whenever I call you that your face gets red."

And as if on cue Castiel blushed darkly. Dean laughed and put his arm around the shorter male's shoulders. Together they began to walk to the cafeteria. Upon entering the cafeteria Castiel shrinks into Dean even more as he spots Ruby at the far corner of the room surrounded by her hungry dogs.

A strong, reassuring voice whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, Castiel, as long as I'm around I won't let any of 'em get to you."

Again, why is he doing this? What's so special about Cas?

Shaking away the thoughts, Dean quickly introduced his buddies and his little freshman brother. Little being an incorrect word in describing Sammy "call me Sam" Winchester. As Castiel exclaimed on the height of the little brother, Sam spoke with amusement in his voice.

"I got the taller genes from our mother's side, Dean got the short straw."

Growling at his little brother, Dean pulled him into a headlock once he lifted his arm from around Castiel.

"You may be taller, Sammie, but I can still own your ass." he said.

"Okay, okay… geez…" Sam surrendered and escaped from his armed prison, "So who's this? Not an athlete?"

Castiel squirmed a bit as all the people at the table turned to stare at him. Most of them wondering what made this nerd so special to have Dean escort him to Dean Winchester's table.

"Sam, meet Castiel Thursdays," Dean introduced pulling the junior closer to the table, "Cas, meet my nerd brother."

In a timid, cute voice Castiel said, "Hello, Sam, it's nice to meet you."

"You're cute." Sam deadpanned, "No wonder you brought him, Dean."

Castiel stood beside Dean in confusion while Dean replied, "It isn't like that, dweb."

But, then again, Sam knew Dean better than Dean at some times… so maybe?

"Sure it isn't, sure you're don't have a weakness for cute things." Sam countered and went back to reading his book.

Dean fumed a bit, and snarled at everyone else for watching. Sighing, he turned to Castiel with a friendly smile.

"Sorry about that, Sam and I can get a bit carried away… would you like to get some lunch?" he asked the junior still standing in confusion.

Even though Cas brought his own lunch, the desire to be next to Dean, offered to go along with the older male to the cafeteria.

"Sure, let's go." Dean accepted with a cheerful smile once again placing his arm around Castiel's shoulders. Lunch for Castiel was surprisingly fast when in Dean's company as none of the usual bullies dared to walk up to the table, and create a scene with Dean Winchester so close by.

Once the two made it back to the table, Dean began to eat his rather large lunch. Castiel sat across from him and was seated next to Sam. Castiel ate quietly as he pondered on his day so far that is until a quiet, but firm voice called his attention. Leaning toward him was his underclassman, Sam, who seemed to have created some form of barricade with his books.

"So, how is it that you two met?" he asked softly, so that no one else could hear.

Castiel blushed heavily, "Uh, Dean… saved me from a bully earlier today."

"Ah, he does that a lot. Righteous bastard, and all," Sam said, but looked at Castiel with a knowing glint in his eye, "though, he rarely invites his rescued vics to lunch."

"Well, I doubt the others had tacky, thick makeup caked on their faces," Castiel replied with shame and a bit of anger, "I bumped into him as I was running away from one of the bullies."

"Hm, I see…" he stated cryptically, "though, if there is one thing that I absolutely, without a doubt, know about my big brother, it's this… he adores cute things, and will do anything and everything to protect it; and you, Castiel, are his cup of tea on the cute factor."

Castiel blushed heavily under that knowing stare of Sam Winchester.

"Don't worry, my brother is thick headed, he won't notice a thing until someone points it out to him." Sam whispered, "Your secret is safe with me, I wouldn't tell him or another soul."

"Thank you…" he answered softly, smiling at Sam.

Soon after that, Castiel decided to make his way to the three course science class, and bid everyone at the table goodbye. Even though he heatedly argued with Dean to stay and finish eating, and that really his class wasn't so far away and the teacher was always in the class eating his lunch; but the taller boy shrugged it off and continued to walk with Cas.

"It really doesn't bother me, I ate three burgers already… and besides, I have to talk to Mr. Azazel anyway… about the science fair thing." Dean said looping his arm around his smaller friend again.

"Oh, I'm so excited for the fairs… I'm already thinking about all the things I can do!" Cas exclaimed excited bouncing a bit as he walked, which made the other chuckle.

"You're cute, nerd." Dean teased merrily.

"Actually, I prefer geek." he corrected grinning happily making Dean laugh.

The two were approaching the science buildings when Dean stopped and pulled Castiel aside. He stood in front of the other, nervously with a hand rubbing his neck. Cas inquired if he was feeling ill after eating those three burgers. Dean grinned a bit, and shook his head.

"I gotta ask you something…" he said.

"Okay?"

Dean leaned in a bit, their noses an inch away until he went closer to Castiel's reddened ears and quietly whispered.

"Will you be my… you know?" Dean asked quietly, unaware that he was being too vague and making Castiel's face resemble a tomato again.

"Y-yours?" Cas stuttered, blushing madly once Dean moved away.

He nodded, "Well, the fair states that you can have a partner… and I know that you like a lot of academic stuff… so I thought that the fair would be a great way to get to know you more, and you'd actually be helping me a lot with my grade."

Castiel stared blankly at his crush, the blush turning pale.

"Cas? What's the matter?" Dean asked worriedly.

"... you're just like everyone else…" Castiel said bitterly and looked away from Dean's hazel gaze, "you just want to use me for my brains!"

"What?" he replied surprised, "No, no it isn't like that! I swear… I wouldn't make you do all the work!"

"That's what they've all said, but you'll just make excuses… 'oh, practice ran late again can you look up this and this' or 'my computer isn't working and I won't have time to go to the library, can you just…' you're just lying!" Castiel screamed at Dean, hurt that the other would try something like this.

"No, Cas, please listen-"

But Castiel wouldn't listen, and walked past the other. Running away from Dean as fast as he could. Tears forming in his eyes at the thought of his crush only using him for his brain. Just as he turned the corner he was shoved against the wall. Opening his eyes, he meet warm, confused hazels.

"Let me go, Winchester!" he demanded angrily as he tried to fight out of Dean's grip.

"Not until you hear me out, Cas… please, just let me exp-"

"I don't want to hear your lies!" he interrupted, fighting harder, pushing his wrists against the restraints that were Dean's hands.

Dean started to get frustrated at the shorter male, even though he found him extremely cute trying to escape from his current pinned arms. Then an idea came to the forefront of his mind, a stupid idea, but an idea nonetheless. He tightened his hold on the squirming junior and pinned the boy's wrists together with one big hand. Using the other, Dean tilted Castiel's head up by his chin, and quickly pressed his chapped lips to velvet soft ones.

Dean's mind completely went blank after contact. Nothing was on his mind, except kissing those oh so soft lips. With his eyes closed he wasn't able to see Castiel's eye widen, and slowly close in bliss of the abrupt kiss. His reason for being so angry was promptly forgotten once Dean's chapped lips started to move gently against his; which encouraged Castiel to kiss back. As the chaste kiss began to reach a hotter and wetter opened mouth level, Castiel whimpered, and the spell was broke. The senior pulled back in surprise, a blush just coating his cheeks as he realized how long that kiss lasted.

"I… um… I don't know what just happened, but please Cash listen to-" Dean began to say, once he found his voice.

Castiel stared up at Dean with bright eyes and a soft, red face, saying quietly, "I'll be your partner."

"O-oh, uh, cool, cool…" he replied, coughed once and finally let go to Castiel, "thanks."

"I'm going to head to class," Castiel said, "Thank you for letting me sit with you at lunch, and for walking me here… I'll see you later."

"Yeah, yeah, sounds good…" Dean said, distractedly as he could still feel Castiel's lips on his, "Wait! Your number, can I have it?"

Staring at a still blushing Dean, Castiel nodded. The two exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. Dean was losing his mind. Why had he kissed the kid? Why did he kiss him for so long? Many more questions raced through his mind on the way to English, but there was on question that made him completely stop in his tracks. Would Castiel let Dean kiss him again?

"What the fuck?"

However, while in his eye Castiel looked calm and collected the junior was everything but. On the way to class, he thought of nothing but that seemingly too brief kiss Dean had gifted to him. With his head occupied with the thought of kissing Dean, among other things to do with Dean, Castiel didn't notice that there was predators around until he bumped into one.

"S-" he began to apologize until he saw who it was.

"Sex?" Raph said, "Nah, man, I don't bat for that team… seriously gross faggot, though, it looks like Winchester does… I wonder what the scho-"

"Shut the fuck up," Castiel interrupted, his eyes dark with anger as he glared at his tormentor, "you can screw with me all the fuck you want, chase me, beat me til I'm black and blue… but so fucking help me God, you go after Dean and I'll be the one fucking you over."

Raphael blinked at the usually timid and quiet nerd, and smiled, "Ho ho, looks like the little fag has claws now."

The senior then stepped closer to Castiel who, to his surprise, held his ground, but Raphael continued to lean forward until his lips were by the junior's ear.

"If I leave Deannie boy alone, what will you give me?" the dark skinned student asked in a hush voice.

Castiel's eyes narrowed before he replied with a slight growl, "I'll give you something irreplaceable."

"Oh, and what's that?" he asked, finally leaning back to stare at Castiel.

"Two things. One: something you seem to use everyday and stick it in Ruby Demonio," Cas said lifting one finger, "And two… your fucked up, little insignificant excuse of existence."

Suddenly, Raph grabbed Castiel by the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the wall. Castiel gasped at the harsh impacted, spots gathering in his vision, but he refused to lost consciousness. Raphael brought them face to face as he glared angrily at his usually weak prey.

"You listen here, you little faggot,"

"Is that the only insult you can come up with, dunderhead?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Fuck you, you can call me fag, homo, or whatever other slur there is for people like me," Castiel said louder, "but you listen here, you black piece of horse shit, I don't fucking care what the hell you, Ruby, or some other sex obsessed, punk ass kid do to me. I'm free game, but the moment you bring Dean into this… I'll open up the nine gates of hell, and all that fiery I've held back from these past years will reign down on you like the seven plagues of Egypt."

"You little-"

"Is there a problem here, gentlemen?" science teacher, Mr. Crowley Sheppard, asked as he was leaned casually against the wall.

Raph was wide eyed as he hastily let go of the boy's collar.

"No, sir…"

"Hm, seemed to me that you were playing rough with my favorite, star student." Crowley said.

"No, sir, not at all, I was uh, just helping him up.. Yeah…"

"Oh? Then since you're being so helpful today, why don't you come to my room after last period lets out, and help me clean up all the beakers and such, hmm?" the teacher asked, with a cold smile.

"B-but I have practice…"

"I'm sure the coach won't mind me borrowing you for a bit, afterall, you're a bench boy… or whatever the right term is, sorry, I'm more science than sports." he snarked, "My room, after school, don't be late, or you'll help me all week. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." Raphael said, a growl nearly escaping.

"Good, now, get outta here. You don't have any class in this building." Crowley stated.

With another yes sir, Raphael was gone. And with that drama out of the way, Castiel and his science teacher went on their way to class. But not without the teacher checking his student for any injuries.

"Well, thankfully, you're not hurt to the point we'd have to take you to the nurse… but next time don't antagonize him." Mr. Sheppard said, slightly scolding.

"But, sir, he was-"

"Yes, yes, I heard… I only revealed myself when it seemed he was going to become violent."

"Oh… you're not disgusted?"

"Heaven's no, child, I wouldn't be disgusted with anyone's sexual preference as long as it isn't something dangerous or highly unusual to the point where it defies all natural sense." Crowley replied, ruffling Castiel's soft, honey hair.

"Thank you…"

With a hand resting on the student's shoulder, Crowley offered, "My door is always open for you, Castiel… you know I am always here in the room."

"Yes, sir… thank you so much, really."

"Of course, now, today we're just going over what you already know, so… have fun daydreaming." Crowley said with a knowing look.

"Ah… no, what…" Castiel stuttered.

The teacher laughed, and winked as he left Castiel in the safety of class as he went to make copies of handouts. With nothing left to do, the junior found his table and soon enough Castiel was thinking about the kiss that happened not even an hour ago. Sure enough that lead to a hot daydream.

Castiel was running away from Dean. He couldn't believe that Dean would be just like everyone else, using him just for his brain. Could it be that he was conspiring with Ruby to get to him? Was Dean Winchester a jerk just like all his chess club pals said? It couldn't be, he seemed so nice so perfect. Just as Castiel was rounding the corner, he was suddenly pushed against the wall. Dean was now in front of him, and he wasn't just in front… Dean was pinning him to the wall.

"Let me go, Winchester!" he demanded angrily as he tried to fight out of Dean's grip.

"Not until you hear me out, Cas… please, just let me exp-"

"I don't want to hear your lies!" he interrupted, fighting harder.

As Castiel fought against Dean, his wrists were suddenly grabbed and pulled above his head. And Dean was closing in on him. And suddenly full, chapped lips were on his. It wasn't really a kiss as their lips were just mushed together… but then Dean's lips started to move against his, and Castiel could do nothing; but return the gesture. It started off slow and gentle as they familiarize themselves with the other's lips. Then, Dean's tongue grazed passed his lips.

Castiel gasped, and the senior's hot tongue slipped into his mouth. Their simple kiss soon turned into something with more tongue and saliva. At first there was hesitation, their tongues softly touching the other. It was slow as they each mapped out the other's wet muscle, but then Dean pushed into Castiel releasing his trapped wrists at the same time. Strong hands were there upon his waist and behind his head, gripping his hair; which forced him to lean his head back more. Dean pulled his body closer, and Castiel could feel how hard Dean was becoming just from their french kiss. He was powerless, as Dean aggressively tongued his mouth.

His mind was fogging up from Dean's hot kiss and the hardened cock pressed against him. As they kissed, Dean ran his hand down to Castiel's thigh and lifted it up. He was forced to go on his tippy toes, and suddenly Dean rubbing against him. Their jean covered cocks rubbing against each other.

"Dean." Castiel moaned out, as he broke away from the kiss.

"Mm?" was his only reply since Dean wasn't done with kissing. The senior had moved on to kissing along the junior's jaw, traveling down to his neck where he left open mouthed kisses.

Castiel then felt a sudden, sharp pleasure just between his neck and shoulder. Dean had bitten Castiel.

"Dean, please…" Castiel begged, still trapped between Dean's muscular body and the hard wall.

"Tell me what you want, baby." the senior whispered.

"I want you, I want your cock." Castiel gasped out.

"Hn," Dean began as he gazed into Castiel's eyes, "you gotta give me something first."

"Anything… just, please…" he replied needily.

"Suck my cock first, make love to it with that slutty mouth you have." he ordered, releasing Castiel from his hold on him.

Before Castiel sank to his knees, he grabbed Dean by the shoulders and switched their positions. Dean starred surprised at his junior, before grinning and giving him a quick pick on the lips. Castiel wanted more, and so pressed his lips to Dean's once more before returning the neck kisses. After leaving a bite upon Dean's neck, Castiel went to his knees; which placed him directly in front of his prize. Dean's pants came to his ankles, and warm hands were wrapped around his hardon. Castiel gave the cock a few pumps, before sticking out his tongue and gently started to lick Dean's cock. Castiel ran his tongue from the bottom of the cock to the tip, and gently prodded the tiny opening.

Castiel moaned at the saltiness of the precum. He greedily lapped it up. Slowly, he took the head of the cock into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the cock. As he took more and more of Dean's meat, his mouth began to overfill with saliva; and soon Castiel was drooling as he gave Dean Winchester head. Saliva slipped out of his mouth as he bobbed his head back and forward onto Dean's hard cock. Above him, Dean was losing all capabilities of thought and speech.

Winchester's mouth was open wide, his eyes closed in bliss. A loud moan escaped his parted lips as Castiel swallowed all of his cock, and shook his head while tightening and loosening his throat. Dean's hands grabbed either side of the junior's head, and soon the senior was thrust said head forward. He, himself, was thrusting forward as well; which forced his cock deeper into Castiel's wet throat.

"God, fuck… I'm gonna fuck that mouth so damn good, you won't be able to talk." Dean growled as he forced Castiel to stay put so he that he could quickly thrust into the tight throat.

More drool escaped Castiel's mouth.

"Touch yourself while I fuck your face, baby." Dean order.

Castiel obeyed, and unzipped his pants to free his pulsing dick. He was so hard, aching for touch. While his mouth was being fucked by Dean Winchester's cock, Castiel busied himself with masturbating to the oxygen reducing, mouth fuck.

"Oh, yeah, that feel so good baby. Look at you touching yourself while getting mouth fucked." the senior said, continuous thrusting into the mouth on his cock, "You love that, don't you? Love this cock?"

Castiel moaned in answer, and pumped his cock fast. Dean stared down at the hot mess that was Castiel. Watched his cock disappear into the drooling mouth, and watched his junior hand fuck his hard cock. His cock twitched harder.

"Damn, baby, you look so fucking good like that. I'm gonna cum if I keep looking at you…" he said, gasping, "Do you want my cum?"

Castiel nodded frantically.

"Okay, I'm gonna cum in your mouth, so drink it all."

Dean grabbed the sides of Castiel's head, and frantically thrust the junior's mouth onto his cock. Faster and faster, going deeper than just to the tip only to push the mouth all the way to meet the pubic hairs.

"Drink it!" Dean shouted as he thrust his cock into Castiel's mouth.

Castiel moaned out in surprise then in neediness as he felt Dean's hot cum filling his mouth. Dean continued to thrust as he came, and finally pulled out once he grew soft.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, as Castiel stayed kneeling with his head still held up in the position he was left in.

Castiel moaned, and opened his mouth to reveal an overflowen cavern of white sickness mixed with saliva. Look Dean right in the eyes, Castiel swallowed and with a wet smack revealed his empty mouth.

CHAPTER THREE

The rest of the school day was passing by fast for Castiel as he had no other way to run into Dean, but he was alright with that since he had agreed to be Winchester's partner for the Fair. And that would give him all the time to be with his crush. During his musing, Castiel arrived to his last class of the day, the hell of burning lungs and thief of body fluids… or, also known as, P.E. Castiel groaned quietly as he walked into the locker room. Already there were males goofing around butt naked. Suddenly, Cas was in a semi headlock. Looking to his right he came face to face with Gabriel Odin, the vice principal's cousin.

"Thursdays! My favorite day of the week, how are you?" he greeted with a happy grin.

"Considering that I'm in the arms of a semi naked male, pretty good." Castiel sassed, as he stepped away from Gabriel.

"Haha, admire my body while you can, Cas…" he replied, leaning against a locker, "but seriously, man, I've heard rumors."

Castiel sighed, "There's always rumors, Gab… I am fine, no bruises or cuts."

"Hn, well, that's not all I heard," Gabriel said, and leaned towards Castiel with a smirk, "you've been hanging around Dean Mick-hotty Winchester."

Castiel blushed bright red as his friend laughed loudly. Shaking his head, the junior turned to his locker and, after opening it, started to remove his regular clothing. Placing his satchel bag inside, he moved to take off his sweater vest then unbuttoned his shirt. Shirt still in hand, he slowly folded the material.

"It isn't something that weird, is it?" he asked, subconsciously.

"Well, tbh… nearly the whole school knows about, well, you know." the senior commented, as he also began to get ready for class.

"Yeah, everyone but the one that matters…" he said angrily, and placed his folded vest and shirt in the locker.

"Eh, Dean never listens to rumors. Plus, until today, he never knew who Castiel Thursdays was." Gabriel stated, hoping to lift his friend's spirits.

Castiel sighed heavily, and removed the rest of his clothing. Gabriel observed Cas from the corner of his eye, and noticed that his underclassman had taken his advice from last year to heart. Castiel's body had always had muscle, but never the kind that Gabriel or Raphael had. Though Thursdays was still what people defined as lean, he was gaining more muscle mass as it was evident in that four pack and more defined biceps.

"Stop checking me out, perv." Castiel said, fixing up his grey shirt, "My body belongs to someone else."

Gabriel grinned and threw himself at Castiel in mock dismay, "Oh woe is me, my love doth not returned…"

Castiel easily held the other man's weight, laughed, "You had your chance, now get off me, you heathen."

"Ouch, you're so mean to me." Gabriel said, getting off Cas.

"Poor baby, you deserve so much better." he replied and patted the other's brunette hair.

"Haha, you're so funny… let's go." the senior laughed, and nudged the other forward a bit.

They were running bleachers today. Many people groaned, Castiel included, but with Gabriel by his side plus their competitive packed the two were one of the firsts to finished. They stood, along the rush of blood to slow while everyone else was rounded the last few laps. Soon the day was over and everyone was returned to the lockers to change. Gabriel was changing in a hurry.

"Somewhere to go today, Gab?" Castiel asked as he barely had his brown levis back on.

"Hehe, yeah man, I scored a hot date today." Gab replied, as he applied a quick spray, "You'll be okay walkin today?"

"Yeah, I'll take the s route home." Castiel commented, busy with righting his vest.

Gabriel closed his locker, and ruffled his hair a bit, "Alright, send me a text when you're home."

With a shouted okay, Castiel was alone as the two always took their time getting ready. Of course, Castiel knew that Gabriel only took his time getting ready, because the senior knew about Castiel getting bullied after school years ago. With Gabriel taking P.E. that quickly stopped as the senior stuck by Thursdays as much as he could during and after class. Today was different though, Gabriel's hot date was code for his chronically ill mother. But that's a story for another time.

Castiel sighed, and closed his locker. Quietly, he makes his way to the exit making sure that the coast was clear. He stuck close to the buildings that led to the back gate of the school where it then led to the blocked connected to route "S"; which was code for 'following the train tracks home.' Just as he was about to make it to the gate, Castiel was roughly pulled back by none other that Raphael.

"I got ya now, faggot. Just you and me today, my baby girl has some things to do today." he said sadistically.

"Oh, I see, so because your pussy is busy, you're gonna try anal today?" Castiel sassed, "I outta warn you, once you go anal you never go back."

"Shut your mouth, or I'll shut it for you." the black man threatened.

"I bite, let's see if Ruby would be willing to fuck your hole instead." Castiel threatened back.

Raph was quickly becoming angry since the use to be coward was showing backbone.

"You're asking for it, fag."

"Go ahead, dimwit, that's all you're good for anyway, punching and fucking." Castiel stated.

Raphael growled and got ready to throw a punch at the geek, but just as he was about to swing Castiel surprised him with a hard knee to the groin. He let go of the kid, and was his second mistake as the junior then hit Raphael's head with his very heavy satchel.

"Never leave your jewel unprotected, don't they teach you that in football?" Castiel shouted back, as he ran away from the downed bully.

As Castiel was running, Dean was visiting his sick friend, Jo Harvelle, at the hospital and telling her all about his newest friend. Jo smiled happily as Dean became cheerful once more. Soon the two were chatting away as they shared warmth in the cold room. Dean became very animated as he told Jo all about the new friend he had made. As he spoke about Castiel, Jo suddenly began to laugh hysterically.

"What the hell Jo?! I'm serious this kid is bullied-" he said slightly angered.

"Yes, yes, by Ruby. That isn't why I'm laughing though." Jo stated as she elbowed Dean in his side.

"Then… what's so funny?"

"Dean, you're such a blockhead!" she stated with a fond smile.

As Jo tried to make Dean understand what was going on, Castiel had managed find a temporary hiding spot where he quickly took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. Just as it began to ring, Raphael popped out of nowhere and spooked Castiel. The junior managed to evade the senior once again, and dashed away. Castiel worried that Dean wouldn't pick up as the phone kept ringing, but finally the voice came from the other end.

-"Hello?"-

"Uh.. h-hi, Dean.. it's Castiel?" he replied, breathing heavily as he ran faster.

-"Hey, Cas, what's up?"- Dean asked, Cas was sure that he was smiling, and under normal circumstances he would be ecstatic… but he was currently running for his life.

"Can you, uh, come pick me… uh… up?" Castiel asked, huffing softly.

-"Sure, where are you?"- he asked, and the relieved junior also heard the roar of a car engine.

"A-at school… old library, please hurry." the junior begged, and hung up before Dean could asked what was wrong.

Castiel made it to the old chem lab, where Dean had hid him before, and locked the door. Looking around, Castiel went to an empty table and began to push it toward the door, but it was too late Raphael was there and he had kicked the door wide open. He was angry, that much Castiel could tell, and he feared for his very life at that moment.

"You're gonna get it now, fagtard." he threatened.

"Did you come up with that insult on your own?" Castiel asked as he slowly backed away from the approaching male.

"You think you're so great, don't you? You're nothing, but a faggot." Raphael taunted.

"Is that the best you can come up with?" Castiel replied, "I can tell you right now that the NFL is not in your future, you're gonna be a deadbeat living in the same old place and have a crap ass job delivering junk. You don't have the smarts to get into a top notch college where NFL agents scoot for potential players. Heck, you won't make it out of town!"

"Why you little-" Raphael grounded out, and lunged at Cas.

He easily dodged, "You're already a loser. I mean, seriously, doing something so cliche as bullying and listening to some heart broken chick? Just so that you can get, what? A good suck and a bit of pussy? You're pathetic."

With a shout of rage, Raphael tried to tackle Castiel to the floor, but Cas was with a clear mind and was able to step aside. Raphael, instead tackled air, and ended up crashing into the counters.

"Ruby, you and your lot have made my life miserable these last few years. I've had enough."

"Those are big words coming out of your mouth." Raphael said darkly, as he painfully got up, "Maybe you need something bigger in it."

Castiel gagged in disgust, "If you think you're that big, but I highly doubt it. Besides, you're not my type… and, I thought that you were straight. Are you saying that all this time you've actually been hiding that fact that you're gay? Omg… ew, please don't tell me that you've been bullying me because you want to fuck me? That's seriously gross, man."

Raphael grew angrier as Castiel threw back his own words from this morning. He faked a tackled which caused Castiel to sidestep, but at the last second, Raph pulled back and smashed into the junior with his shoulder sending the younger male down. Taking advantage of Castiel's stumble, Raphael pinned him down.

"You're not so tough now, are ya?" he said, grinning nastily.

"Get off me, bastard!" Castiel demanded.

"Nah, I'm gonna show you that you're wrong. I'm not gay, but you are so you're gonna enjoy my little treat." Raphael said, "Especially, since you screwed up my chance to fuck Ruby today."

"So you're gonna prove that you aren't a homosexual by fucking a male? That's really smart." Castiel snarked.

At that point, Raphael finally lost it and began to chase Castiel until he caught the other student. It was a regular sized classroom, and that space provided Castiel enough places to dodge Raphael's attempts. Dove and climbed over tables. Pushed and threw chairs to trip the older male. Raphael would surely be sporting injuries tomorrow. Around and around the classroom they went, until the moment the senior had been waiting for occured… Castiel tripped. Allowing that window of time for Raph to grab hold of him, and thus began the struggle.

It was this scene that Dean Winchester ran into. The sight of Castiel pinned under another person, and with a noticeable bleeding lip, sent sudden hot rage surging through Dean. Without hesitation, Dean tackled Raphael off of his junior, and threw one heavy, quick punch to the other senior's noise; which successfully knocked the jock out. Standing over the now unconscious bully, Dean glared at the pathetic ass.

"You're damn lucky that I don't have time to do worse, jackass." Dean growled lowly.

Turning away from the sorry excuse, Dean made his way to a wide-eyed Castiel, who also sported a dark bruise on his right eye. Winchester scrowled darkly at the injuries his junior had gotten; which made Castiel flinch back as he was still high on adrenaline. Dean's face softened as he kneeled down in front of the junior.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get here faster." he whispered, shame etched on his chiseled face.

Castiel smiled wearily, "You're here now…"

Dean frowned, and pulled Castiel to him, "Come on, I'm taking you home."

Dean sped home with Castiel snuggly wrapped in his leather jacket. Within the next twenty-five minutes the two high schoolers reached the Singer's residence where Bobby and Sam were waiting for them. Once the impala was parked, Dean got out and carried a sleeping Cas into the house.

"What happened to him?" Sam asked worriedly, as he carried in towels and a bowl of hot water.

"Some fucked up moron decided to beat on him." Dean replied as he ringed the now wet towel.

The Winchester brothers took care of Castiel's injuries as his slept. Carefully dabbing the blood away from his lip, and applying a cold press to his throbbing eye. Dean took extra care in cleaning Castiel's injured knuckles.

"I think imma have to teach Cas, how to correctly throw a punch." Dean said frowning at the bruises and cuts.

"Are you gonna take him home later?" Sam asked.

"... think Bobby would mind if he stayed the night?" Dean asked mostly to himself.

"You know he wouldn't… but do you know Castiel's home number?"

"Damn, I never asked him for his home phone…" he answered.

Once the brothers were done caring for Castiel's injuries, Sam left to go heat up some dinner for Dean and Cas. Dean stayed with the slumbering boy, and tried to wake him up.

"You sure are a deep sleeper…" Dean huffed as Castiel continued to sleep.

The older boy stared at him. In Dean's mind, Castiel looked quite beautiful for a boy. Long eyelashes that rested upon his pronounced cheeks. An aristocratic nose, strong and almost sculpture-like. Slowly, without awareness, he started to get closer to Cash. Plush lips… rosy pink and slightly open… invitingly open.

"D-Dean…?" a soft, raspy voice whispered.

His hazel green eyes quickly flickered up to met clear, sky blue eyes.

"Uh… good morning…" he replied sheepishly, his cheeks hot.

"Where are we?" Castiel asked, his face slightly red with Dean still close.

"At my house… you kinda knocked out during the ride over."

"Oh."

Castiel gingerly sat up as he started to feel sore all over from where Raphael had previously managed to hit him.

"I, um, I gotta apologize to you." Dean said.

Castiel turned to him, "Please, Dean, I already said that it was okay."

"No, not about getting to you too late… I meant… um, for kissing you earlier today."

"Oh… I'm not mad or anything…" he said looking down at his bandaged hands.

"You're not?"

"No, I'm not." Castiel said, staring Dean in the eyes to make sure he understood.

"Oh… well, that's good," Dean said with relief, "so about the science fair-"

"I still want to be your partner." Castiel stated bluntly.

"Oh… good, good… thank you, really."

"But you better not slack on me or… or… or I'll kiss you next time!" Castiel said… and blushed once he realized what he threatened.

Dean grinned widely at him, and slowly began to get closer to the shocked boy.

"Mm, well, Mr. Tomato… I'll be sure to slack off extra time then." Dean purred as he got closer and closer to the now very red Castiel.

"Brother, please don't make Cas lose anymore connection to his brain by being a big dork." a voice sighed from the doorway.

Sam really didn't know what to think from the display that he had walked into, but seeing his big brother flirting with very flustered Castiel was entertaining. When Dean turned to him like a deer staring at headlights, well, Sam almost fell to the floor in laughter. Seeing a bright red blush form on a normally calm Dean was new, and something that Sam, the evil little brother he is, will thoroughly abuse.

"S-sorry, Cas." Dean said, backing away from the injured boy.

"Anyway, Bobby is making dinner…" Sam said.

Once the awkwardness had disappeared, the three boys set off to find Bobby in order to ask him if Castiel could stay over. After assuring that his parents really wouldn't mind him staying at a friend's house for one night, Bobby gave the okay. What no one really knew until later that night was that Castiel's parents were rarely home, and, if they were, did not really care about what their son did in his free time.

Together they started on their homework and whatnots. Dean actually understanding what the math problems and other class assignments thanks to Castiel making it understandable to him. Finally finishing the very last homework assignment the boys were starving, well… Sam and Dean were. Castiel looked right as rain as he finished up his detailed chem homework.

"Clear the tables boys, food's ready." Bobby ordered as he finished the last touches on their night's dinner. It looked… questionable.

"Pizza." Dean, Sam, and Bobby said together while Castiel poked at the… whatever… on his plate with a fork.

As the three argued about what kind of pizza to get this time, Cas silently walked to the kitchen and put on a seemingly untouched apron. Soon the kitchen was filled with the wonderful aroma of hamburger steak. The only sound was of sizzling meat and Castiel humming softly as he whisked away at a rich sauce.

"Uh… Cas… what are you doing?" Dean finally asked.

"Japanese hamburger steak with sunny side up eggs and steamed veggies." he answered.

The three men inhaled the heavenly smell of cooking steak.

"Holy shit, Dean, marry him…" Sam commanded as he wiped drool away, "marry him right now."

Dean and Castiel stared at each other with wide eyes and red faces. Soon the fourth began to eat the newly placed dishes. Dean, Sam, and Bobby all stopped eating after taking that one bite, their forks still in their mouths. All three staring wide eyed at the angelic being sent from God himself, because only a heavenly soul could create this heavenly food currently in front of them.

"It'll get cold if you just keep staring." he said as he cut another piece off.

And as if a switch had been flipped, they began to devour their meals. All too soon, they were finished.

"Where did you learn to cook like that, son?" Bobby asked as he helped Castiel clean the dishes.

"Oh, um… well, you see, I kind of live on my own most of the time, so" he explained shyly, "you kinda have to learn to cook when it's just five year old you with no one else around."

"Yer parents don't live with you?" the older gent asked, curiously.

"Not really.. I mean, they come and go, but are mostly gone." Castiel admitted.

"Hm, if you're willing to cook for us cavemen then you're welcomed here anytime." Bobby said as he ruffled the young man's chocolate locks.

Castiel blushed slightly in happiness as he offered a smile to the older man. Glancing around the table, and seeing how happy the others were eating, Cas felt warmth well up inside him. Now, if only Dean and he were actually married… then it would be perfect. Once everything was washed and put in their proper places the four got ready for bed.

Since Bobby only really had three bedrooms Castiel would have to either sleep in the living room or bunk with one of the boys, or the boys bunk with in one of the brother's room. Dean not so subtly offered for Castiel to bunk with him. Sam and Bobby both smirked at each other as Dean showed Cas where his room was. Castiel blushed the whole time as Dean's arm was once again on his person, but this time it found its way onto his waist.

"Uh, you can take the bed…" Dean said after a while of them just staring at the one bed.

"N-no… it's your bed!" Castiel refused, "I can sleep on the floor."

"That defeats the purpose of you sleeping in here." he stated.

"So does you sleeping elsewhere after you offered." Castiel countered.

Soon enough they both climbed into the twin sized bed. Dean pressed against the wall as Castiel lead down on his side facing away from the senior. Next thing the junior knew was being surrounded by scorching warmth as Dean spooned him from behind.

He whispered as he blushed, "I was thinking about the science fair… I might have an idea."

"Already?" Dean asked surprised.

"Mhm, anyway… I was thinking that we can do something involving stars?" Castiel said.

"How are we gonna do that?" Dean asked.

"Well… so, we're gonna take the old volcano approach, but instead of lava we're gonna try to make it erupted a liquid galaxy and then freeze it instantly." Castiel explained, as he tugged the blankets around them.

"Uh, sounds kinda complicated…" he stated lamely.

"But it'll be sure to win us first place, and give you the highest points possible in order to boost your grade."

"You're amazing, you know that?" Dean complemented squeezing the boy in his arms tighter.

Blushing at the praise, Castiel snuggled closer to Dean. Suddenly, strong hands were firmly on his hips.

In a very husky voice, Dean asked, "Cas, please don't move any close.."

"Am I too close?" Castiel asked, feeling self conscious and dizzy with Dean's strong hands digging into his hips.

"Uh… yes and no, this is really embarrassing…" Dean stated, "I'm hard as fuck."

Castiel whimpered softly as his whole body began to burn up at the thought of Dean's hardened cocked being, literally, just a couple inches away from his ass.

CHAPTER FOUR

It was one in the morning, and Castiel Thursdays was laying awake snuggled close to Dean Winchester. During the night, while the senior was sleeping, Cas had turned to face his long time crush. Noting that Dean was handsome even when sleeping, and the urge to kiss the man was growing stronger with each ticking second.

"Dean?" he whispered, but there was no reaction.

Biting his lower lip, Castiel scooted closer and brought his lips just a few inches from the slumbering male. Softly, he pressed his lips to Dean's, and to his surprise Dean pressed back. With shock, Cas moves back only to see that his crush was still sleeping, and had moved forward a bit.

"Dean?" he called once more. No reply.

Feeling bolder, Castiel went back to kissing the sleeping senior. Soft lips moved against rough lips as his left hand freed itself from the blanket, and was placed right behind Dean's ear. Fingers now tangle within dark, honey locks Castiel lost himself in the gentle kiss. Suddenly, his eyes opened, as he felt strong arms wrap around his waist and pull him to a muscled body. Dean was still asleep, but responding to the kiss. Feeling excited, Castiel continued to kiss the sleeping man. Soon enough, the kiss began to get wet as Castiel and a sleeping Dean started to kiss with more aggression. Pulling away to breathe, Cas smiling happily as he could see Winchester trying to follow. Hidden out of sight, but something he could still feel, was a hard, raging cock pressing against his hip.

"Please, stay asleep…" Castiel begged as he gently lifted the other's arm and carefully made his way under the blanket.

It was musky, heavy with the scent of Dean's cock, and it was making Thursdays dizzy with lust. As fast as he could, Cas unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans Dean went to sleep in. Worked the stiff cock out of the boxer briefs, and soon was caresses the hardened flesh. Being closer, Castiel could practically taste Dean's scent as he breathed in deeply.

"Oh, God…. I need this…" he huffed, and wet his lips.

Above him, outside the blanket, Dean was softly moaning at Castiel's touch. A moan that got louder when Castiel gave the cock a long, wet lick from the balls to the leaking tip. Just as Cas licked Dean's salty, sweet precum he lost it, and took the cock into his mouth in on ego; which resulted in Dean thrusting up and moaning louder. Hearing the noise, Castiel freaked out and quickly redid the jeans, and slipped out of the bed. Doing his best not to breathe loudly, Castiel waited a full five minutes watching and waiting for Dean to wake up and shout at him to get out. But it never came. Winchester simple sighed, and turned toward Castiel. With a sigh of relief, Thursdays climbed back into bed. To his surprise… Dean hugged him from behind, and he could literally feel his cock twitching against his ass.

Blushing, Castiel slipped into sleep.

Dean woke to cold arms as the body that had been sleeping in them was no longer there. Frowning he sat up, and quickly noticed that he had an obvious tent. Becoming red faced Dean prayed that Castiel hadn't noticed that. Getting up from bed he traveled to the bathroom and promptly turned the shower on. Removed his clothes, and stepped under the cold spray.

"Fuck… it isn't going down." Dean said, and turned the water to hot.

He slowly began to stroke his hardened member as he fantasized about some hot babe, but suddenly her blonde hair turned brown and she began to develop a more masculine physique. Then it was Castiel Thursdays that he was imagining fucking.

"What the fuck!" Dean exclaimed, and gasped loudly as he suddenly came.

He stood under the spray of water for a long time thinking about what just happened. Why did he start imagining Castiel? Why did his cock get harder once he did? Why was he twitching again after just ejaculating?! A sudden knock on the door shook him from his trance.

"Dean, breakfast is on the table," Castiel said, "if you don't hurry Bobby and Sam will eat it all."

"Y-yeah, I'll be out in a sex… I mean sec!" Dean shouted, blushing darkly at his slip.

"O-oh… okay!" he replied and Dean could clearly hear him running out of the hall.

"Fuck!"

Soon Dean was clothed, and was downstairs with a hot, steaming plate of buttered toast with sunny side up and pancakes soaked with maple syrup. Looking at the other two Dean saw that Castiel was piling more pancakes onto another plate that he soon placed in the middle of the table… and Bobby quickly snatched five more from the seemingly billion hotcakes.

"Damn, Bobby… how much have you eaten?" Dean asked.

"Twelve pancakes and four sausages, and two toasts." Sam stated as he had also eaten that much.

"Dean, try to hurry so we can go buy the materials we need for our project." Castiel stated as he finally sat down to eat his own breakfast

At the department store the two high schooler pushed a cart already nearly full of sciencey material, and at the register the two argued on who it was going to pay for all of it. At the end, they split the billing. Dean grumbling that he would have paid for it as he placed the last bag into the trunk, and he stated that he would pay for lunch.

"Dean, I'm not a girl. I can pay for my own food." Castiel said, blushing scarlet as Dean glared at him.

"You're doing most of the work, and I'm just following your orders since you're the know how… at least let me pay for the stuff!" he replied, grumbling as Cas giggled at him.

At the soft laughter, Dean stared at the junior noticing that in the light his brunette locks had natural highlights, and his blue eyes were almost the colour of the sky. His lips, though thin, were soft, pink and completely invite; especially with that wide grin.

"I have a friend that tells me I'm a dense blockhead…" Dean said, suddenly, "says I can't see what's right in front of me."

Castiel, tilts his head slightly in confusion, and asked, "What does that mean?"

Chuckling, Dean replied as he started to drive, "Well… I've been observing things a bit more closely, and I've noticed that well…"

"What is it?" Thursdays urged, fearing somewhat.

"Forget it… it's probably nothing." Dean finally said.

"It's about my crush on you, isn't it?" Castiel said in a soft voice.

By then, they had reached Bobby's place and sat in awkward, heavy silence staring at each other. Winchester could clearly see that Castiel was moments away from crying, or worse bolt from the car.

"Fuck it." Dean said, and slammed their lips together.

Castiel squeaked before sighing and closing his eyes. Chapped lips kissed him tenderly, and a calloused hand moved from his neck to gripping chocolate locks. Dean's kiss soon turned heated as he licked Castiel's lips, begging him for entrance. The young brunette gasped as a hot tongue plunged into his mouth. All too soon the need to breathe outweighed the need suck face. By the time they got their breathing under control Castiel was a complete tomato face… Dean equally so.

Dean leaned in closer as if he was going to kiss the boy again, "Let's go on a date."

"E-eh?"

"Let's go eat… and see movie." Dean said, smiling at the blushing boy.

Soon the two were at the town's movie theatre to see the newest movie on a tale of two brothers going against a biblical event, and coming out on top even if Fate had them destined to kill each other. As the movie played, Castiel boldly laced his fingers with Dean's. Both had content smiles as they enjoy the perfect fit of the other's hand in theirs. Near the end of the movie, Dean leaned toward Castiel and whispered in his ear.

"Be mine boyfriend."

Castiel quickly turned to face Dean, staring at him wide eyed and red faced. Dean smiled and kissed him as the credits rolled on the screen. As the lights turned back on, the older boy released Castiel's lips.

"Let's go." Dean said as he stood still holding Castiel's hand.

The drive home was quiet and peaceful, until…

"Do you really like me, Dean?" Castiel asked staring down at his lap.

Dean glanced at the boy, "Yeah, you're an awesome guy."

"No… I mean, do you l-love me?"

"Well, I don't know… I feel something for you." Dean answered honestly.

"I love you… I've been in love with you since my freshman year…" Castiel confessed.

"Really, that long?" he asked surprised, "Why didn't you ever…"

"Come forward?" Castiel said, "I was scared…. I'm the school's biggest geek, as if the school's hottest athlete would even give me-

Dean slammed hard on the breaks. Suddenly, a strong hand held Castiel by the chin and pulled his face closer to a clearly pissed off Dean Winchester. But before Castiel could voice his concern he soon felt Dean's lips roughly on his. He aggressively shoved his tongue into Castiel's mouth, mapping out the wet cavern and rubbing against his tongue. Castiel quickly melted as he began to heat up from Dean's kiss. Suddenly he felt something throb under his hand. He squeaked and pulled away from the kiss, only to find his hand resting on Dean's lap. And Dean's hand keeping it there.

"D-D-Dean?" Castiel stammered, face glowing red.

"Thursdays, I don't give a rat's ass to most of the school… but I can tell you this right now, that if you had came up to me and tried to either become friends with me or, hell, even worked up the courage to confess to me then it would've worked out somehow." Dean stated, "Look, even if I had rejected you, I would've always remembered you… because, well, I do like cute things… and you're really cute. But that's not the point… see if you had confessed then I would've been searching you out in crowds."

"Really? Why?" Castiel asked suddenly forgetting that his hand was currently resting on a very hard Dean Jr.

"Well… cause I would've wanted to get to know you to see if you'd be someone I wanted."

"And… you want me now?" Castiel asked bashfully.

Dean smiled fondly, "Yes, I do want you… and in case my words aren't enough… you can feel how much I want you."

Castiel stared at him for a while in confusion until a continuous throbbing came from under his hand. His face quickly reddened as he realized that Dean Winchester had a hard on, and it seemed that it was quite big.

"I… I did that?" he asked blushing darkly as Dean nodded.

Castiel rubbed the clothed cock, and was bold enough to give a little squeeze that made Dean moan out in pleasure.

"Should we continue somewhere else?" Cas asked shily.

"Maybe we should…" Dean said.

"Not to Bobby's though… they might hear us." Castiel whispered.

"You wanna go to your place?" Dean asked surprised, "Won't your parents be there?"

"No, they're rarely ever home, and in fact this month they're away on a cruise." he answered as he efficiently gave directions to his home… which was rather far away from town.

CHAPTER FIVE

Castiel's home, to Dean's growing amazement, was up on the hills; however it wasn't anywhere near the other up on the hill houses. The Thursdays House was at the very top. It was huge with a large driveway, and a beautifully made fountain in the front. There they were parked in the empty lot at the top of a hill away from the other house a few turns below. Completely isolated from everyone. Getting out of the car, they made it to the door where Thursdays opened the door, and Dean followed him in.

"So.. um, I've never really done anything like this before…" Castiel confessed.

"Neither have I…" Dean said, and they both laughed.

Even though neither boy really knew what they were doing they soon found the way to each other's lips. Dean pressed Castiel against a wall as he kissed him passionately, saliva drooling out of their mouths as their tongues had a battle of dominance. He pushed his body closer to the smaller boy, and both broke away from the kiss as a gasp tore from their throats. Even though Castiel had never experienced anything like this, he has had many daydreams of having sex. Especially with Dean Winchester.

"Cas?"

Without answer, Thursdays fell to his knees and quickly pulled down the clothing that was in the way of what he wanted. And soon, there it was once again, Dean's hard cock leaking with precum. Boldly, Castiel licked the thick, salty liquid making Winchester cuss in pleasure at the sudden sensation of a wet, warm tongue touching his twitching dick. Without thinking, Dean grabbed hold of either side of Castiel's head and thrust forward, burying his cock deep in the junior's mouth.

Castiel stayed put as he felt Dean's cock throb against his throat. Moaning, the vibrations caused Dean to curse as he threw his head back, and continued to thrust into Castiel's mouth. Drool slipped out of Castiel's mouth as he started to salivate more. And soon enough, he was bobbing his head onto Dean's thick, hard cock on his own. He gazed up and froze as he and Dean made eye contact. Dean's eyes were full of lust. Hunger.

"Fucking hell… Cas, you're killing me… I can't hold back anymore," Dean said staring down at the errotic scene before him, "I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth."

Grabbing both sides of Castiel's head, Dean held him still as he thrusted into the slobbering mouth embracing his cock. Castiel moaned as he felt Dean's cock rubbing back and forward against his tongue. Dean was slowly losing control as he fucked Castiel's mouth. His mind was clouding over with how great the blowjob felt. The heat and moist from Castiel's mouth, and his tongue massaging his dick was sending shivers down his spine. Soon, Dean felt a familiar tighten in his abdomen.

"Shit… I'm going to cum, Cas," Dean gasped, "Can I cum in your mouth?"

Just as Castiel nodded, Dean pushed his head completely onto his cock and came.

Castiel pulled away with his head thrown back, and visibly swallowed all of the semen in his mouth. Dean stared open mouthed as Cas opened his mouth to show he took it all.

"Holy fuck…." he whispered as he notice Castiel smiling lustfully at him.

"You're still hard." he commented, caressing the still twitching cock.

Dean nodded dumbly and suddenly gasped in surprise as Castiel quickly giving it a deep throat suck before letting go just as fast. Dean's cock twitched.

"I want more." Castiel said grabbing hold of his hand, and led Dean upstairs.

They reached Castiel's room eventually after many quick stops to kiss and remove clothes. By the time that they reached his room they were completely naked. Two hard, twitching cocks leaking with precum. In the room was a large bed, a flat screen TV hang on the wall, a dresser, and a built in the wall bookshelf.

"Your rooms huge…" Dean noted as he watched Castiel crawl onto the four poster bed.

"Join me." he said a seductive purr in his voice.

Dean quickly obeyed. Soon their tongues were in each other's mouths once more as they stroked the other's cock. Soft caresses and twisting pulls, spreading precum and rubbing cocks together. Needy moans, and loud smacking sounds as they kissed.

"Can you make love to me?" Castiel asked, as Dean trailed kisses down his neck.

"Yes, God, fuck yes…" he breathed out, and promptly bit Cas on the shoulder electing a pleasured gasp.

Dean took his time kisses Castiel's body. His hands caressing the body beneath him. HIs mouth busy kissing and sucking around Castiel's neck, shoulder and chest. One decent and dark mark left behind, and another following. Cas moaning and gasping at every bite, lick and sharp suck driving Winchester to touch him more. Dean slowly made his way down to Castiel's hardened cock. Swallowing, he touched the wet tip with his finger and spread the precum around. Steeling himself, Dean slowly licked his boyfriend's cock from base to tip then took the head into his mouth swirling his tongue around the tip. Castiel gasped and moaned as he felt every cell in his body begin to heat up. Dean had never done anything like this before, hell he had never been with another male before… but doing this with Castiel was turning him on like never before. Groaning, Dean took the rest of Castiel into his mouth.

He tried his best to imitate what his boyfriend had done in the hallway a while ago, and judging from the sounds Castiel was letting out… he was doing a good job.

"D-Dean I-I'm gonna cu-cum!" he gasped as he felt his cock completely engulfed.

Dean pulled away just in time, "Not right now you're not… I'm going to make you completely lose your mind."

"Huh?" Castiel asked, calming down from almost ejeculating.

"Suck my cock again… drool all over it." Dean ordered.

He laid flat on his back and instructed Castiel to place his knees near his head, so that they were in the classic 69 position everyone jokes about. Understanding what his senior wanted, Castiel bent forward until he was comfortably sucking on the twitching cock. As his petite boyfriend was busy giving him a mindblowing blowjob Winchester layered his index finger with saliva. Very gently, he pressed the single digit against Castiel's asshole.

"Dean?" Cas asked hesitantly, a bit of fear in his voice.

"Shh, it's okay baby, just focus on sucking my cock… I want to make sure that you're ready for when my hard meat is fucking your ass." Dean said, breathing heavily as he anticipated feeling his boyfriend's hole tightening around his cock.

As the younger burnett went back to sucking, Dean gently inserted the very tip of his finger and slowly pulled out. After a while, he managed to get one third of his finger inside Castiel's ass. The boy above him gasped at the surprisingly painless sensation, and moaned around the hard flesh in his mouth as Dean slowly wiggled his finger inside him. Ever so slowly Dean pushed the res of his index finger into the tight ass, and began to work the second digit in. Success, and he gently moved the two fingers in a scissoring mention to spread the hole wider. Castiel Tried to focus on just sucking Dean's cock, but it proved too difficult as he was given pleasure after pleasure from his ass.

"Keep sucking my cock, baby." Dean said encouragingly.

He cussed as he suddenly felt his cock get engulfed in wetness. In a little over an hour, Dean was finally satisfied that Castiel was stretched enough for his cock. It had nothing to do with the fact that his own cock was achingly hard after listening to Castiel moan like the common slut, and beg for Dean to fuck him until he passed out. Nope.. not at all.

"Please… Dean, I can't wait anymore…" he begging, as he moved to the side.

Getting on his knees, Dean aligned himself with Castiel's ass and slowly pushed in. Castiel hissed as Dean's cock was still too big, but his love was being very gentle… and going extremely slow… almost inhumanly so. Dean really had to control himself and breath to calm down. Finally, the tip was inside and he continued to push forward until his cock was completely inside Castiel's tight ass. Holding completely still, he waited until he was sure that Castiel was accustomed to his size. It was probably the most pleasurable torture Dean had ever endured in his life.

"Fuck… how are you still so fucking tight?" Dean said, breathlessly.

"M-move…" Castiel said, bumping his hips back.

"You're really asking for it…" he replied as he grabbed hold of Castiel's luscious hips.

"Then give it to me." he shot back with sassiness, and another backward thrust.

Pulling out to just the tip, Dean thrust forward fast and grinded into Castiel. Pulling back again, and thrust, thrust, thrust. The sound of skin smacking on skin echoed in the room. The headboard thumping against the wall, and the squeaking of the bed, echoed. The ever present sound of heavy breathing, pleasured moans and animalistic grunts echoed again and again. And again. Thus the symphony of sex continued on as Dean thrusted hard, deep, slower, faster into the male below him. And as he once again thrust into that tight, hot ass Castiel let out the most erotic scream that Winchester had ever heard.

It was the kind of scream that begged to be let out again and again until the owner of that scream could no longer utter a single noise. And Dean craved to make that happen.

"Fuck, yeah… scream for me again," he said huskily, as he positioned himself in such a way that allowed him easy access to the G-spot.

And scream Castiel did. He twitched and screamed, and moaned, again and again as Dean continuously pounded into his tight hole with abandon. Just as Castiel thought that his pleasure spot couldn't be abused more nor possibly be pleasured any further… he was proved wrong. Sitting back on his heels, Dean spread his knees farther apart, and grabbed Castiel by his arms making him balance only on his knees. From the new position, Dean was able to thrust deeper and harder into Castiel's abused asshole. Thoroughly abusing the prostate, and driving Castiel mad with pleasure. His ass throbbed around Dean's hard cock driving the fucker crazy.

"Oh my god, ugh… f-fuck… yeah, yeah" Castiel gasped out as his mind was literally fucked into silence.

Castiel's hand shoot out and grabbed onto the bed frame. Dean quickly grabbed his hips again and humped into him like rabbit during mating season. Thrusting into that tight ass and pulling luscious hips back. Dean was quickly losing his control as his thrusts became harder and wilder.

"Fucking hell, your ass is so fucking tight Castiel… shit, I'm going to fuck your brains out." Dean growled and with one hand began to fist Castiel's throbbing cock.

He was being overstimulated, feeling a long, thick cock hitting his prostate and hot hands rapidly jerking his cock was making his mind dizzy with ecstasy.

"Cumming!" he screamed as he unwillingly released all his semen, and decorated his bed frame with a creamy white.

Dean did not give him a chance to catch his breath. His strong boyfriend lifted him up from his legs, and began to fucking him upward.

"I love your tight ass, baby," Dean growled thrusting up into Castiel's wet ass, "get hard for me again baby, cum for me again."

As Dean continued to fuck the brains out of his little boyfriend, Castiel's cock was twitching once more growing hard.

"That's right, get hard again, you like me fucking you, don't you?" Dean growled, "My lusty little geek loves this hard cock fucking his tight ass, doesn't he?"

"Yes, yes, love your cock… ugh, u-ugh… fuck, yes, cock…" Cas said rapidly as though he could barely control his mouth. Dean was just fucking him too good for him to think.

Winchester pulled out, making Cas whimper. Smirking, Dean spanked Castiel's asscheek.

"Be patient, or you won't get anymore." he said, and spanked Castiel one more time.

"Y-yes…"

Dean then placed his slutty geek back on the bed with his ass sticking up. Placing his hands on the smaller male's shoulders, Dean supported himself on his feet with his knees bent completely. His cock was just barely touching the twitching entrance to heaven. The senior sadistically teased the hole, probing and rubbing against it. The younger male whimpered, and tried to push back, but was given a sharp spank.

"I hope you're ready to be fucked like an animal, Castiel." Dean said, pulling his pelvis back.

"Yes! More, Dean, more, please… I need more, I love you, your cock… please fuck me until I'm stupid! I want your co!" Castiel beggin was interrupted by his pleasured scream as Dean had chosen to thrust into his ass, hitting his prostate in one go.

"That's right, baby, keep screaming for me while I fuck you good." he grunted out as he continued to thrust into his boyfriend's hot, wet ass.

With the position they were in, Dean's thrusts were less controlled as he continued to fuck Castiel's wanton ass. Fucked him faster and harder, going deeper, the more the brunette screamed out in pure ecstasy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, babe!" Dean gasped as he could feel his climax coming.

Quickly changing positions so that Castiel was facing him, and had his legs wrapped around Dean's waist, Winchester continued to fuck his brains out. It was evident that the geek's brain was being thoroughly fucked. Why? Castiel's eyes were nearly rolled all the way back, and it was as if he had lost the ability to keep his mouth closed as his tongue was slightly hanging out.

"Fuck, you're so damn hot." Dean growled, and grabbed the back of Castiel's neck to smash their lips together.

Falling over, Castiel was now laying on his back, getting brutually fucked missionary all without breaking the messy kiss. With one finally thrust, unwillingly, Dean came and with the sensation of being filled with hot cum… Castiel came again.

Dean gently pulled out, and then flopped to the open side of the bed. The two boys breathing heavily from their mind numbing fuck. Turning to face each other, they each smiled stupidly at the other. Eyes shining with love and pure bliss. Winchester leaned forward and gave Castiel a kiss on the forehead before pulling into his arms as the junior was slowly drifting off.

"Hey, Cas?" he called quietly.

With half opened eyes, he sleepily replied, "Hnn?"

"I see stars in your eyes." Winchester whispered.

Though sleepy, Castiel's smile was bright and his half closed eyes twinkled before closing as Dean once more kissed him softly, lovingly… but that wouldn't be the last.

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Epilogue coming soon.

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Author's Note: Hahahahahah! Gotcha :P there's gonna be a third part to this, once I figure out what that's gonna be ;) here's my idea so far.

I either write:

More Smut within a secret room ;)

Move on to their lovey-dove sex life

College version where someone tries to steal Castiel from Dean (maybe Gordon? Has to be someone athletic and hot)

... give me your opinions, and I'll see if it strikes a deal with me dear friend, because really the two stories I've written of Destiel so far have been for her.