The Impala cut through the darkness, twisting its way along the back roads, metal glistening drops of rain, Dean thought she looked especially beautiful that way. The thought made him laugh out loud."I'm in love with yah baby" he slapped the empty seat beside him and his smile turned serious and sad.
He missed Sam so much, missed him even when he was right there beside him. His Sammy had no soul, it was being tortured in hell with slim chance of escape and it was Deans quest to get his brother back. How can a soul mate have no soul?
Sam was different, it was like being with a predator that could hurt him at any time. Dean winched thinking of the rough way he touched him now. Tenderness was gone and all that was left of Sam was a hunger to satisfy. It frightened him the night he woke up and Sam was just sitting across from him in a chair naked and erect, leaning forward with his belt in his hands, staring at him with dark, hard eyes and a tight smile, tongue snaking over his lips. Dean pretended he was sleeping again and hugged the blanket tighter.
Sam was off with Bobby and several other hunters to Chalk Bluff in Alabama where they believed a demon was stirring up civil war soldiers. Dean thought it was a bad idea but Bobby insisted he stay to research and take a break from Sam. Bobby could see the stress on Deans face always being on guard with his brother. Their close relationship (yes Bobby knew it all) was strained to breaking.
"Stay, do the paperwork boy and get some rest" with that he and Sam were gone.
Dean pulled up to the neon vacancy sign and sat, watching the rain hit the window in the darkness. He was bone tired but at least angel sitting was his distraction and Cas was an interesting way to pass the time.
Letting out a long sigh he made himself get out of the car and on with his angel duties. Grabbing the beer and the bag of food he fumbled for the door key to the cheap hotel room. They all sort of blended into each other and the novelty was over along time ago.
Dean heard groaning noises coming from the room, he felt for his gun and threw open the door, sitting on the bed was Cas as he left him except his shoes were off and Cas was leaning against some pillows with Dean's laptop on his knees, his impossible blue eyes locked to the screen. He didn't seem to even notice Dean enter.
Dean dropped the bags on the table and looked around at the darkness, the shadow of wings encompassing the entire room. "uh...Cas, what the hell?" Cas snapped his head around and the shadows disappeared, it was just Cas lighted by a table lamp now, a bead of sweat running down his face. Slamming the laptop shut he cast his eyes down to the cheap comforter and suddenly seemed to find it most interesting, not able to meet Deans gaze. "Hello Dean" was all he managed. Dean grabbed the laptop and sat on the bed next to Castiel who had a pillow jammed in his lap.
"So what was so important to hide that you almost break my damn laptop?" Dean opened the computer and was greeted with a porn site. "Holy Crap...Cas how much porn did you watch while I was gone?", "All of it Dean, I think all of it on the internet, you told me not to talk about it remember?". Dean grabbed the pillow from Castiel and tossed it on the other bed, he was less than shocked to see Cas with an erection but taken aback at Dean's underwear clenched in his fist. Dean froze for a moment and then set the laptop on the nightstand. A flush creeped into the angels stoic face.
"Dean I'm confused by my reaction and yet if fascinates me, its like my vessel betrays me and theres not a way to stop these feelings". Dean reached over and touched his chin, resting his thumb there, tracing a lazy circle along the stubble on Castiels jaw. "why stop it?"
Deans mind was racing, wondering what he should do, what he wanted to do and would he be taking advantage of an innocent?"
Cas had always been there for him, devoted, unquestioning, protecting above and beyond the call. Even when he wasn't there Dean felt him watching, swore Cas would ghost his hands over Dean and make him shiver even when Dean couldn't see him.
There was something exciting and provocative to have this beautiful man, this part of the warrior heavenly host give up so much of himself to be a part of Deans life and to betray his own kind for him. Cas would kill for him, die for him and love him, he look at Dean as Sam used to do before coming back, with tenderness and comfort.
Dean had tapped plenty of tail in his life, all kinds and all comers as long as he found them attractive but Cas made him feel different, the way Sam used to make him feel. The erotic electricity that shook him every time Castiel appeared and placed a gentle hand on Deans shoulder was something new to him.
Dean snapped back to the real world and Cas was staring at him intently,. "Cas, you are not just an angel your also a man" Dean drew his hand away from Castiels face thinking what to do next. His first thought was what if Sammy found out? What would he do now that he didn't have any line in that sand he wouldn't cross?
"Dean, I always found humans sexual exploits messy and strange but the longer I'm here in this body, the longer I'm with you...well somehow I'm changing". Dean grabbed his face and even though Cas didn't move his eyes were pleading for something he couldn't ask for.
Without thinking Dean pulling Cas off the bed and started to fumble with his clothes, first the trench coat, then the tie and so on until Cas stood placidly in front of Dean naked. His body was as smooth and beautiful as Dean had dreamed. Long lean muscle threading around a surprisingly delicate looking frame. Almost too delicate to hold all the heavenly power inside of this vessel. Dean quickly undressed and Cas let Dean lay him on the bed.
Dean straddled Castiel, held him in place with thick, strong thighs and Deans rough palm on the angels chest to hold him down while the other was touching Cas all over like a horny teenager. It was almost comical the way something so powerful was so easily held but Castiel was locked tight by those eyes that could make him do anything. He almost felt ashamed at how little control he had when it came to this mortal.
"This must be Christmas and my birthday wrapped in a pretty box" Deans pupils were blown black, just the hint of emerald surrounding them, wet with emotion and desire he threw caution to the Fates and kissed Castiel softly on the mouth.
Castiel wasn't sure what to do with his hands, they felt clumsy as he pushed them through Deans hair and over his warm skin. A tentative touch to Deans stomach down to his erection elicited a groan of pleasure. Castiels thumb sliding over the head, fascination in his cerulean blue eyes at the slick drop of liquid leaking out.
" I'm ill prepared for this Dean, I feel foolish, like an unskilled child, watching someone be pleasured isn't the same as giving that pleasure and I don't want to make you unhappy with me".
"There is no way in hell you could do that. Your body is really bangin' Cas," Dean flinched at the crude words he just said, " Sorry I mean you are really what I had imagined you would be". Dean ran his hand over Castiels body, he arched his back to meet Deans experienced hands.
Dean laid a trail of wet kisses down to his erect cock. Dean cradled his balls working the soft skin lightly between his fingers, feeling the weight of them and the heat coming off his body.
Licking the underside of Castiels shaft to the head rewarded Dean with the first drop of wetness, Cas groaned and thrashed under Deans expert tongue, losing control, shaking the bed violently as the massive shadow of wings spread over the dingy room.
Dean frantically crushed his groin against Castiel, they moved in a natural unison like they had done this a million times before.
Dean closed his eyes groaned loudly and climaxed over Castiels stomach trying not to worry about the paper thin walls of the hotel. Castiel threw his head back gave one last thrust against Dean and let out a noise that at once sounded like sobbing and laughing, his eyes a brilliant light in the dark.
The thrust forced Dean to roll off next to him as Cas experienced his first orgasm. Castiel shuddered , hips lifted in the air and came down hard, the sharp crack of a slat came from the bed.
Laying next to each other Cas turned heavy lidded eyes towards Dean trying to think what to say, "thank you" was the best he could do at the moment but it didn't matter, his eyes gave away his feelings.
Dean grinned and buried his face in Castiels hair. "Oh baby there is more to it than this, much more to come, these were just the basics, you haven't been to heaven yet." Cas looked at him puzzled because yes he is from heaven but he kept his mouth shut and chalked the comment up to one of Deans descriptive comments, he would ask him about it later.
Holding his face in both hands, Castiels long cool fingers tracing his nose, cheeks, trying to soak in the diopside green eyes, he kissed Deans full lips and said it, Cas never quite knew what it felt like and could never verbalize it but now he stepped out on that ledge and jumped, "I love you Dean, I love you..I love you". Dean returned the touch, stroking the delicate collar bone, up Castiels neck and around the complex blue eyes at once holding back power but always a cast of innocence over them. "I love you Cas, your mine always."
As Dean lay there with his arms around HIS Cas the realization came to him that Bobby was bringing Sam back tomorrow. Dean was no longer able to hide anything from Sam since he was running on instinct alone. He was terrified for morning to come. His mind racing with the fact he just betrayed his brother.
Cas felt Dean tense and the shadow of wings wrapped around them causing Dean to relax. Morning would come sooner than he thought