Author's Note: And.. We're back! So this was meant to be a short little one-shot timestamp.. but I overcompensate because I want to be loved.. Hehe. It will probably have one more chapter. This takes place about three weeks after the end of The Hands That Bind Me. Go read that first.
Dean's eyes droop. Once. Twice. He shakes his head to wake up. At best it only gives him another minute of alertness. His eyelids start to close..
Sam's voice jerks him back to the present. "Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Santos. We'll be in touch if we have any further questions."
Dean gives a practiced, professional smile and shakes the aging professor's hand after his brother. They turn a corner and walk through heavy varnished doors out into the late afternoon sunlight.
"Did you get any of that?"
Dean stretches and sighs. "Course.. but give me the cliff notes anyway."
Sam rolls his eyes. "Another candidate for our mystery ghost."
"Are you freakin' kidding me?" He groans and rubs his eyes. "What's this like the fourth bogus lead?"
"Sixth."
They'd been on a hunt for a vengeful spirit for almost three weeks. At a college. Between the foggy memories of ancient professors and the useless gossip of its students.. needless to say they hadn't gotten much of anywhere.
"Man, Casper is gonna get a face full of iron before we take her out. This is getting ri-goddamn-diculous!"
"I know. Wanna call it a day? Tomorrow we can hit up the Starbucks on campus again."
"Dude, if I see one more low-fat mocha latte tall grande.. whatevers, I'm gonna puke coffee beans."
"They're actually.." Sam thinks better on finishing that and says, "Alright, bar then?"
"Bar." Dean agrees and still dreads it even if he'll get a few drinks in. Damn, they needed a break.
They stop at a diner for food before driving to their current residence, a halfway decent motel just outside of the main town. It's just a string of 12 or 13 rooms all in a row, reminding Dean of the Bates Motel. At least it was clean and not too pricey, which was definitely important since the Winchesters had started taking separate rooms. Separate rooms as far apart as possible.. just in case Dean had an angelic visitor.
It was still very new and a little odd when Dean brought up Cas with his brother. He still tripped up on what to call him or blushed like a girl when Sam mentioned him. He usually couldn't help flashing on some indecent thing they'd done and squirmed while trying to suppress the interest in his pants.
It hadn't even been a month since Sam had tried very hard to kill their friend, Castiel. Well Sam's friend. Dean's lover. Less than a month since Dean had awkwardly gotten out those three words that whole universes are built on. Then they'd barely gotten any time alone before this headache of a case fell into their laps.
Woman ghost. Three bodies on the ground already. All died after running off the road into trees while driving, but the cause of death showed as strangulation. Witness statements placed a female in the backseats before they got too close and they'd vanished. So far she'd been a widowed professor, a drunk sorority sister, a suicidal freshman.. nothing ever panned out. Campus ghost stories were fucking useless but that's all they ever seemed to get.
It's dark when Dean turns the key to his room.
"Say hi to Cas for me." Sam says, walking past towards his own door.
"Look I'm not some horny teen. I told you.. you could come in. We're planning to watch Constantine."
Sam gives him a look. "Constantine? Yeah, no thanks."
"What, you got somethin' to say about my movie choice?"
"No, I think you guys are gonna be re-enacting some weird role-play afterwards and I really don't need to be imagining that scenario later."
"Sam, what the hell are you talking about?"
"So you don't think what Cas is literally always wearing bares any resemblance to John Constantine?"
Dean's eyes widen as he remembers the black suit, tie, dark hair.. he evens wears a trenchcoat sometimes.. Badass demon exorcist with sigils all over his arms.. this could be fun. He smiles kinda excited before he can tone it down.
"Huh, ya know, I never really thought about it.. yeah you're probably too tired to stick around anyway, so.. see ya tomorrow." Dean claps him on the shoulder and turns away.
Sam laughs, "Yeah I'll come by bright n' early. Be decent, please.."
"Hey, anything before 8am and I make no promises."
As he closes the door, he's spun by the arm so his back is flat against it and the skin of his neck is being sucked between lips and teeth before he knows what's happening.
"If you had delayed any longer, I would have had to come and get you."
Suppressing a shiver, Dean rasps, "You been here long?" He turns his head to give him more room as Cas nuzzles deeper into the crook of his neck, burning his skin a little where his stumble rubs.
"Long enough to become impatient." He presses their groins flush together, Cas' stiff outline brushing against Dean's already half-hardness.
Cas rubs his hand over Dean's jaw to cup his face. When Dean feels the raised rough skin of his palm, it makes him smile as he sees the long line of puckered flesh in his mind. Cas had slit open his hand when giving Dean his Sigil and only healed it over to scar. Later, when Dean asked him why he hadn't healed it completely, Cas had said he wanted a reminder of his bond with Dean as well. That Dean had marked him too and he liked having a physical manifestation of it. It was the only scar, mark, or blemish on his entire body.. and Dean had checked thoroughly.
He can't stop the yawn that has jaw opening under Cas' lips. When Cas pulls back.. he sees an irritated angel blank-facing him.
"Am I boring you, Dean?"
"No! No.. It's just this" Yawn.. "Fucking ghost we're chasing is becoming like a major pain in the ass."
"You're tired." Cas' expression is resigned but not happy. "I'll leave you to rest then."
"No, stay. Just let me get outta this monkey suit."
He kisses him quick and kicks his shiny black shoes off. He goes into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. After he hangs up his suit, he throws on a t-shirt and jeans. It feels weird to just come out in boxers. He yawns, stretches, then lets his posture slump a little as he walks out to Cas sitting on the bed with shoes and coats off without Dean reminding him.
Dean smiles. He really does kinda like John Constantine. Once Sam said it.. badass demon hunter in a black suit, rumpled old trench coat.. Dean bites his lip and pulled out the wires to hook up Sam's laptop.
It'd become a little tradition in the short time they'd been together. Dean tried his best to educate Cas in what he termed "gaps" in his knowledge of humanity.
"What movie did you choose tonight?"
Dean grabs a something out of his duffle and walks towards him.
"Constantine. It's awesome. Demons and angels.. though you'll probably be bitching about what they get wrong. Oh and.. I didn't realize it before but you kinda remind me of the main dude."
"And that's a good thing?"
He crawls up into the bed next to him and tosses Cas the bag of marshmallows that he liked better than popcorn.. though Dean can't eat them now without getting a little turned on. Especially since Cas had brought them to him after some truly amazing sex.
"I wouldn't have thought so but it's kinda doing it for me."
"Doing what?"
"Makin' me hot."
Cas' eyebrows raise and he honest to god smirks. "You don't need much encouragement, Dean."
"Hey, pipe down there, peanut gallery. It's starting."
He's awake to see a demon being trapped in a mirror.. but his eyes start to close not long after that. Between the long days and Cas rubbing circles over his hand with a thumb..
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Huh?" Dean jerks up, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth.
"Hey! Dean?! Rise n' shine!" Sam calls through the door.
Fuck. Morning light is fighting through the closed cheap motel blinds. He looks around but he already knows he's alone. He'd passed out on Cas. They hadn't been able to spend a night together for weeks between the long hours on the road and this shitty case. Though Cas said he was keeping busy with his Good Samaritan healing bit.. Dean felt awful.
Groaning, he rolls out of bed and unlocks the door. His brother, looking fucking chipper as hell, opens it and follows Dean back to his bed where he faceplants into the pillows.
"Rough night? And please don't give me any details."
"Nah, I was out like a light. Cas musta left. Shit, we need to wrap this up like yesterday."
"Which brings me to why I'm here before 9 and running the risk of seeing angel ass."
"Another one?"
"Yep. 19yr old Ashley Evans. Found dead in her car on the side of the road. Windpipe crushed as if she'd been choked but no bruising on the throat."
"Sounds like our gal. Okay, all of them were in their cars?"
"Yeah. What do you think? Car accident?"
"At least it's a direction to head in. Nothing else is working." Still in his jeans and shirt from the night before, Dean grabs his keys and heads towards the door. "I'll get the donuts."
Most of the day was lost to searching through car crash articles from the last few years. That lead to several more leads they'd have to track down. Witnesses and family members to interview. More possibilities to rule out.
Night crept up too quickly and Dean shoved Sam's laptop away. Sam looked up from writing out an address for them to visit tomorrow.
"Man, I gotta get outta here. My eyes are gonna start bleeding."
"Yeah alright. Let's head out to that college bar off campus."
"Cool." Dean bounds out of his seat and goes to the closet to grab his suit.
"Maybe we'll get lucky and someone there knows the most recent victim."
Dressed as the intimidating FBI agents they were not, the Winchesters hover at the door planning their strategy. They stick out like sore thumbs in their stiff suits but they're not here for pleasure.. no matter how happy Dean is to be stretching his legs. The quicker they found their ghosty's bones, the quicker he could kiss this place goodbye. If he saw one more vitamin water..
Dean's shaken out of his internal grumblings when his eyes catch his favorite celestial being across the room. He vaguely remembers telling him they'd be scoping out the local youth here while he was still conscious last night. Cas meets his eyes for a moment and sits at the bar, giving him his distance since he was supposed to be working.
"Hey, it's Castiel." Sam says as if he can't see him, practically feel him.. as if his body isn't already getting tight and aching from how long it's been. God he was getting needy. They really hadn't had much time to themselves..
Dean feels like a dick.. he'll make it up to him when they're finished with..
Or…
Maybe he could find a way to work and play. Suddenly, he was practically itching to push Cas a little.. especially knowing he was here watching. Yeah.. it was starting to sound better and better.
Sam waves at the angel sitting patiently when Dean doesn't acknowledge him.
"You gonna go talk to him?"
"Nah, we're on the job."
"I can handle it."
"What, don't need me anymore?" Looking at Cas, he smiles and says, "C'mon, let's go talk to some college chicks."
Dean found a few at a table within eye sight of the bar and flashes his fake badge. Sam followed suit.
"Good evening, Ladies. I'm Agent Plant. This is Agent Page. Can we ask you a few questions?"
Both girls look a little star struck and immediately agree. Sam starts with a few questions about the most recent car accident victim. If they'd known her, her friends, etc. The brunette did and begins to search through her phone for someone's number to offer up. Her friend, a blonde with a short bob cut and gaudy dangling earrings is eying him with interest.
"So you guys are like real FBI?"
Dean leans forward and smiles the smile that had gotten him into many a waitress' panties. "The real McCoy, Sugar."
He can tell Sam is raising his eyebrows at him but turns away to write down the information the blonde's friend is giving him.
The petite young thing in front of him sips her drink, something pink and frilly.. probably with a ridiculous name. "That's so cool. So you have a gun and everything?"
"Yep, maybe I'll let you hold it later if you want.."
Yeah it's cheesy innuendo but the girl's grinning like a shark and it'll all be worth it in a few minutes, he reasons.
"Seriously?" Sam says low to his shoulder, glancing to his right in the direction where Dean knows Cas is off somewhere. Watching.
Taking his time pulling his eyes away from the girl, now chewing flirtatiously on her straw, he looks over at Cas who is glaring at him hard. Posture stiff, he's gripping the bar like he's holding it to keep himself there.. practically vibrating with black emotions.
Dean winks at him and turns back to the table when he hears, "You wanna drink?" She was gesturing to a colorful mixed drinks menu. Purposely misunderstanding, he reaches out to grab the girl's glass and sucks the rest of it through her slightly chewed straw. She smirks at him.
The sweet gulp of alcohol burns on the way down as he licks his lips. He's actually a little nervous to turn around and look for his angel again. Maybe he got caught up and took it a bit too far but he's almost eager now to see how he's pushed Cas to react.
But he's gone.
Dean spins in his chair, looking for any sigh of trenchcoat and there's none.
"Um.. we were thinking of having a little party at our place, maybe you and your partner would like to come along?" Blondie strokes a finger over the top of the glass of ice, still in front of him and leans forward to give him a good dose of cleavage.
Dean sighs, irritated. "What?"
Fuck.. Cas must have got all huffy and flown off. Well, mark that up as a big fail. He's distracted, running through how he's gonna explain it to him when they're hopefully alone later. He suddenly doesn't want to be anywhere near the blonde giving him lascivious looks while her friend answers Sam about some ex-roommate.
"Excuse me, Ladies." Back to FBI mode.
The girl pouts and takes back her drink, sipping mostly melted ice. Her shoulders hunch in annoyance but he could give two shits. Sam just glares but doesn't pause in his next question.
Dean threads through the crowd of drunk laughing college kids to the back. Wrapped in decorative Christmas lights is a restroom sign above a doorway. Passing through it and turning right, he's left in a quieter long hallway with several doors at the end. Dean's halfway down the hall when he's slammed so hard against the wall, he sees white sunbursts for a second.
"What did you think you were doing, Dean?"
Cas hands bunch in the lapels of his nice and respectable suit jacket.
"I don't know, Cas," he says slowly, getting a flush of arousal. "What was I doing?"
"Besides tempting me into teaching you a lesson?" His eyes are hard, voice so deep it's almost painful to hear.
Dean's eyes widen and he bites his cheek, hopefully keeping the excited smirk off his face.
Cas squints at him for a several seconds, head tilting and Dean just stares back. Finally, he moves. Closer and closer till Dean thinks he's going to kiss him, but instead he shifts up to his ear. Deep and directly into it so it tickles, he says, "Open my pants."
Dean looks around the empty hallway.
"What, here? Now?"
Cas sucks on his earlobe. "Here." Kisses along his jaw, while undoing his tie so it's knot is loose and open at his collar. "Now."
Swallowing the saliva that's pooling in his mouth, he breathes, "Cas.."
He's unbuttoning Dean's crisp white dress shirt..
"C'mon…" Inhaling when Cas grazes teeth over the spot below his ear that he's mouthing.
"Somebody'll see."
From too close, he sees Cas pause to flick his eyes upwards and the lights above them pop and hiss. They're surrounded by shadows and he's kissing his neck again. "Stop making excuses, Dean. I'm waiting." His dick twitches. He could swear Cas managed to drop another octave. He feels his face burning from the apprehension of doing something this overtly sexual in a public place.. but Cas is telling him to. Focusing on that, he puts everything else out of his mind for the moment.
When he unbuckles his belt and unzips his slacks, Dean's fingers brush his erection already at full mast.
"Good, Dean." Cas praises. His hand shakes on the zipper, as he waits for Cas to tell him something else to do.
Someone walks by behind Cas. They only hesitate a second before continuing on to the bathroom. Dean watches a tall clean-cut guy in skinny jeans, maybe early 20s, smile as he pulls open the door.
"Dean. Pay attention," Cas says as he catches his lips once, distracting him from his momentary panic. They're alone in the hall again and Cas is back to nipping at amazing spot on Dean's neck he knows he likes.
"Use your hands to make me forget your insolence."
Shit shit shit. He was going to.. how far could Cas possibly want to take this? He just wanted to make Dean uncomfortable to pay him back. In the blink of any eye, they'd be hot and heavy back at his motel room when Cas got worked up enough.
Dean hesitantly reaches through the hole of his blue boxers and pulls him out, tightening his fingers around him. Checking Cas' impassive face, he starts to awkwardly stroke upward. God, they're actually gonna do this. With him pretending to be a government official.. with his brother and a hundred drunk college kids a wall away.
Cas makes a pleased noise low in his throat and Dean feels sweat trickle down his neck under the suit jacket collar. He puts his hands flat against the wall on either side of Dean's head, then bends his arms to lean close to his ear.
"Did you enjoy making me jealous, Dean?"
Most of what he's doing is covered by Cas' coat hanging between them, but he can still feel every inch of his skin becoming crimson.
"What do you think that… girl would say if she could see you right now?"
Cas' breathing hitches as Dean yanks upwards harder, fist gripping a little tighter.
"Incidentally, she was having visions of sucking your cock.. not knowing you would rather suck mine."
Dean throws back his head against the wall as if Cas is the one jerking him. He rarely uses filthy words like that but Jesus when he does.. it sounds all the more obscene. His little show must have really gotten to him.
The men's room door opens again and the same young guy he'd completely forgotten about walks slowly towards their shadowy section of hallway. Dean stops and quickly pulls his hand back to his side. Cas raises an eyebrow but pushes back so he's not crowding him as the damn kid stops a few feet away, darkness almost enclosing him too. Dean's shirt is unbuttoned down to where it's tucked into his suit pants, white undershirt still covering his chest but he feels like he's been caught naked.
He's close enough that Dean can place him as one of the kids he'd interviewed a few days back. One who knows him as an FBI agent.
…And he's in a dark bathroom hallway, pushed up against a wall by another dude. Awesome.
"Uh.. nothing to see here. Official business." Dean says weakly.
Fuck, well that sounded stupid. They were way too close for it to be anything other than what it was. Pretty odd "interview" if it was supposed to be one. He felt out of his element. He could knock this kid on his ass any day but when he felt so vulnerable.. it was oddly paralyzing.
"I bet." The little shit eyes him up and down with a lecherous smirk. Maybe he will just punch him once. Jesus, Sam would kill him if he could see him now.
Cas turns over his shoulder. He doesn't see the look he gives the guy but he hears the guttural, threatening, "Leave."
Cas' smiting voice causes Dean's dick to give a throb, still trapped in his pants.. despite how embarrassment is making his blood pound in his ears.
The kid backs away quickly with arms up like he's surrendering. "As you were," he mocks, once he's far enough away from Cas.
When his angel looks back to him from under half-closed eyelids, Dean moves to touch him again. His hand is caught and placed back at his side. Then fingers travel up over his hand, arm, and shoulder, to cup his face.
"Too late," Cas says before bringing Dean's mouth close to kiss, harshly..bruising.. and he can't help rubbing his hips against Cas' body to force some friction. The hand leaves his face to drag down his sternum. Mid-kiss, he's pushed away hard, back flat to the wall again.
Cas keeps eye contact as his fingers continue down his white cotton undershirt. When they reach the end and he hits belt buckle, the undershirt's pulled free of his pants and lifted high up on his chest.
Dean is panting.. waiting. Trying not to lunge into Cas like he wants to so badly. His fists are balled at his sides as Cas stares at him. Dean drops his eyes down to see he's stroking himself between them.
Shit.. Dean's breathing is harsh as he watches Cas close his eyes for a brief second and suck his own bottom lip in between teeth.
"Since you failed to redeem yourself, it seems I have no choice but to reprimand you more severely than I had planned."
Dean licks his lips, turned on more than he thought possible by Cas touching himself so openly while he just stands there. Made to watch as he talks about punishment. Held in place only by Cas' will. Punishment.. Whatever it was.. would he be able to do it? Would it finally be too much?
"Dean.." Cas sighs deeply. "If you knew the things I considered having you do.. Here. Now."
Cas jerks faster. His words rushing through Dean like it's his orgasm that's mounting instead.
"If you had touched her.. even laid a finger on her.." He kisses him gently before pulling back to stare at him hard. "You would be on your knees right now."
"Jesus, Cas," Dean gasps and closes his eyes but quickly opens them again, knowing he'll just get annoyed. He sees him breathing harder, on that perfect edge.
"Don't move, Dean."
Dean isn't moving so that must mean that whatever Cas is about to do.. will probably make him want to. Anticipation builds as he watches Cas lose himself and make a small deep groan while he cums in his fist. His left hand comes up to grip Dean's shoulder hard as he pants through it, other hand holding the head of his dick as he thrusts shallowly through his orgasm.
Dean's mouth is open, hands clenching uselessly at his sides as they both watch him finish. When he finally flicks his eyes back up to meet Dean's, they've gone dark and he smiles slowly before taking his left hand from Dean's shoulder to hold his undershirt up high again. His right hand flattens right between Dean's nipples then slides down his bare chest to wipe off the sticky, white mess.
His body feels on fire as he lets Cas cover him in his cum. He's embarrassed and hard as fuck but Cas just tilts his head, not reaching down for Dean's pants once. Dean's heart stops as two drunks girls holding onto each others arms for support stumble past them towards the Ladies Room. All they would have seen was Cas' hand on his stomach but they ignored them completely. He's about to explode from tension, nerves, excitement but Cas carefully replaces the undershirt over his wet chest, then buttons the white crisp dress shirt, starting at the bottom still tucked in his suit pants. Cas even redoes the tie, smiling at him, satisfied when he straightens his collar. Respectable FBI Agent Plant again.. except that underneath he can feel it, hot and thick and.. Christ, Dean swallows, choking on his arousal. Cas takes half a step closer, pressing Dean into the wall. He darts his eyes down to Cas' mouth then back to his steady stare.
"You will not engage in self-gratification and I will not bring you relief until you solve this case that occupies so much of your attention."
This is the game. Dean asked for it when he tested Cas but now that Cas played back.. it seemed way too harsh. He's over-sensitized as it is. Cas is asking.. no telling him to wait days or at this rate fucking weeks possibly.
Definitely not anytime tonight. Goddammit.
"Cas, please. C'mon, anything else. Come back with me tonight."
"You had your chance, Dean. You made this choice." He wraps his now clean hand around Dean's wrist and brings it up to his lips. He kisses the dark red swirls of his mark and turns so his back is against the wall, freeing Dean to exit. Dean turns his head, staring in disbelief as he stands next to him.
"Your brother will have noticed your extended absence."
"Goddammit. This is bullshit." He mutters under his breath, glaring at Cas' satisfied face as he walks past him, towards the doorway. Buttoning his suit jacket to cover his raging boner, he looks back to see Cas is already gone. A girl with a pixie cut looking far too young to be there brushes through the doorway past him down the hall. Exhaling deep, he walks out into the happy noise.
He stops at the bar to order a beer, before finding the table with Sam again. Awesome, blondie and her friend are still there. Ridiculously, he wants to blame her like she caused him to be sitting her pent up in frustration.
When he sits down, Sam takes one look at him, locks his jaw like he's biting back a bitch fit and tries to go back to the brunette answering a question. Both girls are giving him quick glances. The one talking, curious. Her friend, who he'd been flirting with, hostile. He feels like they can see the brand Cas left on him like a neon sign.. what he can feel drying under his shirt, making it stick to his chest. It's claustrophobic and to cover up his panic he downs half his beer. Sam isn't having much luck getting much more information with both girls busy giving Dean dirty looks now. He fights the impulse to look down at his shirt.
"Uh.. thank you, ladies. Please give us a call if you can think of anything else." Sam hands them a card.
They leave and he can feel his brother staring at him with annoyance, lips screwed up.
"What? A man can't go to the John for 5 minutes?" He sounds angry. Defensive.
"You tie is backwards."
Dean looks down. Fuck. One of these days he needs to teach Cas how to tie a goddamn tie.
"And you have a freaking hickey on your neck. Are you kidding me, Dean?! We're supposed to be working."
Dean loosens the knot, pops his collar and starts to redo it. "Look it just happened. I just saw him for like a second. It wasn't anything-"
The boy who caught them in the hall earlier walks by but stops to wink and say, "Where's your boyfriend, Agent? He the love 'em and leave 'em type?"
Dean suppresses the urge to go beat on the punk because it would only draw more attention. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "You wanna just go?" Wishing to Chuck for a quick exit. He felt exposed like anyone could see what was underneath his layers.
"No. We need the info. Try to be useful, unless you just wanna go make out with Cas until I'm done." Sam gets up and stomps towards a cluster of students. He's back to professional politeness before he reaches them.
Great. He would fucking love to go make out with Cas but that apparently wasn't in the cards. He was sexually frustrated, had pissed off his brother, and had another dude's cum all over him. And it looked like there was no end in sight on all accounts.
This night could have gone better.
Author's Note: Please lemme know your thoughts, my darlings.