Dean lifted the trunk hatch and propped up the lid of the false bottom inside. The Winchester collection of fire arms stared up at him, most of the guns laying crookedly across each other. A smirk grew along the hunter's face as he reached down and picked up the one with the longest barrel. A familiar, dirty thought had flashed in his mind as soon as the metal was in his tight grip – of chrome, angelic dick.
Dean turned to show his smirk to Cas, who was standing close by with his hands in his coat pockets. In a way, Dean felt a little disappointed that the angel couldn't see or hear his thoughts. Because he was currently imagining the gun as a giant, metal dick; solidly hard and warm to the touch. But as much as Dean knew the thought would get the angel going, Cas couldn't hear it. And Dean sure as hell wasn't gonna say it out loud, because Sam was standing with them at the trunk.
The younger brother took a large bite from his burger, while he half-sat on the edge of the Impala bumper. The three of them were stopped beside the highway at a road side diner, for a quick bite. The open gravel parking space was vacant, except for them, and forest stretched on behind the building. It was just too bad Sam was with them, because if it was only Dean and Cas -
"Er, you okay, Dean?"
Dean snapped himself out of his vulgar thoughts at the sound of his brother's voice. He looked at Sam, who carefully took another bite. Although Sammy's question was genuine, his expression was playful. God, he hated seeing that smug grin. The guy was so damn pleased with himself for finding out about Dean and Cas all on his own. The smirk faded from Dean's face, as he recalled why they were even here in the first place.
"No, I'm not," Dean spoke gruffly, reaching down to get a polishing rag, "and do you wanna know why, Sam?"
"Oh, God," Sam grumbled, knowing Dean was about to let him have it. Again.
"Because we're headed toward Bobby's house, so that you can collect your precious bet money, you giant ass," Dean narrowed his eyes.
"How many more times am I gonna have to say 'I'm sorry'?" Sam sighed.
"Until I get the ingrained image of Bobby's look of disappointment out of my head," Dean spat, feeling a rock trying to manifest in his gut.
Dean had already convinced himself that Bobby was gonna give him that look; the one a parent wears when they're 'not angry, just disappointed.' How was he going to explain – to the man he'd always looked up to – that he was banging an angel? Or rather, being banged by an angel? A chill ran across Dean's skin, leaving goosebumps. He was dreading the conversation with Bobby more than anything.
"Who said he was going to be disappointed?" Sam asked, more quietly.
Before Dean could voice his very adamant opinion, Sam's cell phone interrupted. The younger Winchester took a deep breath and placed his burger to the side, before reaching into this pocket to retrieve it.
Dean took a deep breath of his own while Sam began talking on the phone. He didn't want the stupid reminder of uncomfortable things to come to kill his current buzz. He took the polishing rag and began to rub the dirt of the barrel of the gun in his hand. Dean glanced sideways at Cas again, who was still standing close by, as he caressed the entire length of metal. The angel couldn't hear his thoughts, but maybe he could read his actions instead. Of course, Cas wasn't good at picking up subtle hints, but Dean was gonna try his damn hardest to get the erotic message across.
"Who is this?" Sam asked to the phone, standing up from the car, "...oh, right, yeah. I remember...that's good. How's business?"
While his little brother talked and began to wander around the on the open gravel, Dean locked eyes with Cas's. He sat on the very edge of the bumper and positioned the butt of the gun between his legs. The man's smirk slowly returned while he stroked the barrel, enjoying the tiny look of confusion on the angel's face. He was kind of being over-dramatic with the stroking; bringing his hand way up to slide it all the way back down, pretending it was an enormous dick.
Once Sam's back was to them, Dean's smirk widened. He gathered a bit of saliva in his mouth, keeping his eyes locked with Cas's baby blues, and spit onto the metal shaft. The confusion instantly melted away from the angel's precious face, leaving stark realization as he watched Dean's hand buffing the barrel of his gun. Oh, yeah. He knew now, what Dean was doing. Dean had finally reeled Cas's mind into the gutter with him. Where it belonged.
They held this stare for a few moments, searching each others' faces while Dean rubbed the gun in an obscene manor. Dean could feel himself getting hard from the simple motion of stroking, even if he wasn't touching an actual body. And it was apparent that it was affecting Cas, too; turning his eyes intense and quickening his breathing.
"You do?...That sounds pretty nice...Yeah, I'm sure Dean and I could come down...where did you say it was?" Sam kept talking, interrupting Dean and Cas's tense stare with his voice and wandering around the space.
Cas's eyes flickered away from Dean's, briefly glancing at Sam before returning his stare. Dean heard the faint sound of music suddenly coming from behind him, inside the Impala. Had the radio just turned on?
"He – hello?" Sam said, "Are you there?...Tom?...Hello?"
Dean's hand slid to an abrupt halt as Sammy turned to give him an odd look.
"I can't hear him," he explained, holding the phone away from his mouth, "the signal is going out or some -"
"Perhaps you should try standing on that hill,"
Dean and Sam both looked toward Cas, who was pointing behind the diner. A few yards away, through the trees, was a large hump of ground. Dean turned his eyes back to Cas, wondering what he was doing. The angel had something up his trench coat sleeve for sure.
"You can acquire better reception there," Cas explained, his tone flat.
Sam glanced back at Dean and shrugged.
"Okay, I'll be right back," he said, starting toward the woods with his giant strides.
Dean watched him go, standing up from the trunk with surprise. Really? Sam was gonna take Cas's advice just like that? He wasn't suspicious at all? Maybe it was an important phone call or something.
Just as the younger brother's back disappeared into the trees, Cas was suddenly at the back of the car with Dean. The angel quickly grabbed something from the trunk, too fast for Dean to see what it was, before slamming it shut. He then grabbed Dean by the arm and spun him around. The man didn't even have time to gasp before Cas shoved him down, pinning his chest to the smooth trunk. The gun fell from Dean's hands with the quick motion and it clacked onto the hard gravel.
Dean blinked several times, feeling his heart start to race. The angel was tugged the back of his pants down, his demanding hands forcing the fabric all the way to his ankles. He could feel cool air suddenly breezing over his exposed ass cheeks. His quickly hardening dick was pressed against the edge of the trunk. A slight panic came over Dean, as he looked up to see the rush of the highway only a few yards beyond the front of the car. What if one of the passing drivers glanced over and saw them like this? What if one of the owners of the diner waltzed outside to take out the trash and saw him bent over the trunk with his ass sticking out?
"Cas," Dean gulped, feeling the angel's fingers brushing against his cheeks as he undid his own pants, "what the hell are you doing?!"
"You were asking for this, Dean," he purred, sounding as determined as ever, "were you not?"
Dean panted, his breath fogging on the black metal. Shit. Yeah, maybe his actions were a bit dirty. But he didn't think Cas would catch on so damn fast. He was just teasing the guy, not telling him to bend him over and drill him beside the highway!
"Cas, I was just -"
Dean's voice caught in his throat as he felt warm liquid being poured between his cheeks. It ran all the way down his crack; dripping from the back of his balls and running down the insides of his legs. Dean felt his own hole clench at the sensation. What the hell was Cas pouring on him? He struggled to look over his shoulder and see, but wasn't flexible enough. Once he was apparently comfortable with the amount of liquid, however, Cas reached forward and sat the jug on the trunk by Dean's face. Dean eyed the ancient container, feeling his face turn pale.
"Holy oil?!" he rasped in shock, "You're using holy oil as lube, Cas?!"
Cas didn't reply. Instead, he launched a finger inside Dean's tight opening without warning. Dean groaned a little at it's sudden entry, involuntarily clenching around it. The music in the Impala seemed to turn a little louder at his outburst. How the hell did that thing turn on in the first place? The angel's finger slid quickly in and out of him while a song from the 60's played. With just a few more thrusts of Cas's fingers, Dean could feel him pressing the head of his dick at his hole.
Dean balled his fists against the trunk of his Impala, squeezing his eyes shut as he took the whole erection. Damn, Cas always felt so huge at first. Sensual 'ahhs' were part of the song playing in the background, igniting the air with sexual sounds. Dean let out a small 'mmm,' as Cas began gently sliding in and out of him.
...and let me try with pleasured hands, to take you in the sun, to promise lands...
Dean groaned as the song serenaded their sex. Maybe Cas was onto something, when he chose the holy oil. It was probably the best lubricant they had used yet. The angel's hard shaft was easily slipping in and out, pounding with enough force to rock the whole car. Dean braced as best as he could, pressing back into Cas's thrusts. More cars whooshed by on the highway in front of them, briefly drowning out the 'ahh's of the song. But the music kept playing.
...What's your name?...Who's your daddy?...
Dean's eyes opened at the sound of the erotic question. He'd recently had a dream in which Cas had asked him that very same damn question. And it was as hot as hell.
"Ah, Cas," Dean whimpered, reaching back to touch the angel's tense, moving thigh, "harder."
Cas complied, trusting deeper into him. The car rocked even more fiercely with the rough movement. Dean was loosing himself in the moment; letting go of his fear of prying eyes and giving every part of himself over to Cas. Tiny moans were coming from the angel's mouth, as his hand braced on Dean's back. Dean wanted so badly to flip over and watch him go over the edge; watch his eyes roll back and face tighten. Because he knew Cas was already close, just from the way he was picking up speed.
"Gnah, Dean," Cas groaned, his deep voice rumbling, "you feel...so good."
Dean held in another whimper. God, he loved hearing Cas talk like that. It always seemed to go straight to his cock. Dean's dick was rock hard by now, rubbing against the lower half of the trunk with the angel's every thrust. Both of Cas's hands were suddenly on Dean's hips, his fingertips pressing bruises into Dean's tender flesh. Dean moaned a little while he clung to the trunk. The movement was providing just enough friction for his own cock to feel.
"Ah!" Cas shouted, his voice mixing in with the music, "Dean!"
Dean kept rocking back onto Cas, knowing damn well that the angel was pulsing inside him. Sound of Cas's approval tumbled from his open mouth, his hands clinging to Dean's hips. Dean knew that he, himself, was going to go off at any second. He reached down to stroke himself, his tight fist moving at the speed of light.
"Son-of-a-bitch," Dean moaned, "C – Cas!"
Dean's cock pulsed, shooting semen all over his car's license plate. He was instantly seizing in his orgasm, curling against the trunk. His free hand remained latched to the angel's hip, holding on as tight as he could. Nothing could have gotten him this high, before Cas. No one had the ability to sky-rocket him to an orgasm like Cas could.
Dean carefully let go of his spent dick, relaxing against the trunk. The ancient jug of holy oil blurred in front him as he tried to get his sight to focus. Thoughts carefully returned, making him aware of the fact that he and Cas had just banged it out on the side of the highway in broad daylight. But the strangest part was that Dean didn't care. He chalked it up to the after effects of his orgasm. Nothing mattered when Cas made him feel this good.
Cas's arms were then carefully snaking their way under him, scooping him up from the car. Dean fell back weakly against the angel. He held onto Cas's arms to stay upright.
"Geez," Dean panted, turning his head to meet Cas's eyes, "What...what the hell was that? That came...out of nowhere."
"You said I could have your body any time I want," Cas reminded.
Dean gulped. Oh shit. Had he really said that? A smile slowly returned to his face, though. At least Cas made sure they were alone before banging his brains out...
"I'm...I'm guessing you had something to do with Sam's phone?" Dean assumed.
"Yes," Cas answered, his blue eyes falling to stare at Dean's lips, "I disrupted the reception, though I accidentally turned the radio on as well, by mistake. Wavelengths are difficult to control."
Dean nodded. He could tell Cas was easing closer, wanting to kiss. Dean glanced around, making sure no eyes were watching, before bringing their lips together. He tongued the angel as best he could, turning his arms to do it properly. Kissing Cas was so much better than kissing anyone else. There was so much more to it; so much heat and emotion. What was the secret ingredient, that made it feel so damn good?
Cas hesitantly pulled away, taking gentle breaths. Dean stared at his ocean blue eyes, still feeling loopy from his recent climax. With the raise of the angel's hand, Dean's pants were suddenly back up and buttoned. He glanced down at his lower half, wondering how Cas was able to do that so flawlessly.
"Sam is returning," Cas explained, taking a step back.
Dean tried to act as normal as possible as he turned toward the trees. Only a minute later, Sammy was walking back toward them, looking at his phone. Dean took deliberate breaths, clearing his expression. He tried so hard not to look like he'd just had an amazing orgasm at the hands of the angel beside him. Luckily, Sam seem oblivious.
"Hey, do you remember a guy named Tom Padrino?" he asked, strolling up to the back of the car.
Dean blinked, his mind still fuzzy from sex.
"Uh,...am I supposed to?" he replied.
"You know, big Italian guy? Owns the restaurant just a few miles from here? We helped him deal with that ghost problem a few months ago." Sam reminded.
"Uh, yeah," Dean said, "What about him?"
"He wants us to have lunch with him tomorrow...uh, why is that out?" Sam blurted.
Dean followed his little brother's pointing finger to the trunk, where the old jug of holy oil was sitting. Dean's heart pounded as he met eyes with Cas. The angel looked just as shameful as he did.
"I was...just making room for stuff in the trunk," Dean glossed over, hoping to change the subject, "But you said he wants to have lunch? That's good."
If they had to stick around town, that meant Dean's date with Bobby would be postponed. And Dean was more than willing to put off that uncomfortable conversation. Sam nodded.
"Yeah, so should we check into a motel room for the night?" he asked, stepping toward the car doors.
Dean glanced up toward the sky, seeing that it was turning pink-orange with sunset. Man, was it really that close to night already? He gave his brother a nod, and watched him get in the car, before turning to Cas. The angel was placing the holy oil in the trunk, laying it among the guns and knives. Dean smirked.
"I can't believe you used that, Cas," he grinned, "it seems kinda wrong."
"You are probably right," the angel said, shutting the trunk again, "My father would not approve."
A sudden streak of abnormal fear shot through Dean's entire body at the sound of Cas's words. It was one thing if God knew, but something entirely different if Dean's father knew. The image of John Winchester manifested in Dean's mind; one of him wearing a look of angered shock. The look he would most definitely have on if he'd ever found about what Dean was doing with Cas...
My father would not approve.
(Author's Note: Did you miss me? :) Please do not worry about the end of this chapter, my precious readers. John Winchester is deader than dead in this fic. I just need to use him to make a plot point, that will eventually turn into an obscene amount of fluff later. Just trust me. :) The song I used in this chapter was "The Time of the Season" by The Zombies. What can I say? It's a damn sexy song. :) Sorry this took so long getting out, btw. I was recently introduced to the world of Skyrim. I started playing, then I looked over at the calender and it was July. :) But do not fret! Many more chapters are on the way! I hope you stick around for them! Thanks so much for the reviews on the first two parts of this story, and thanks for reading! You guys are the best. :)
In case you don't already know, this story is part three to my fic, Solo. Please feel free to check out the first two parts, if you'd like! They are just as smutty, in case you need some incentive. :) Thanks for reading!)