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o0~Forgive Me~0o

"Knock it off." Kevin hissed, flushing as Sam nuzzled into his neck. Kevin had just admitted to 'loving Sam' much to the older boy's pleasure. Sam was nearly delirious, coddling Kevin like the small boy was a plush toy.

"Someone's coming." I inform quietly. Immediately Sam leans away, but not before a flash of irritation sparks over his face.

"You boys aren't supposed to be in here." The teacher barks out. Sam grunts picking up his stuff.

"Sorry Mr. Fuster." Infamously Mr. Fuster, the overbearing science teacher, had been dubbed Mr. Fucker, by and even more infamous student. Dean Winchester. His legacy of brutal nicknames had stuck with the student body, long after his graduation. It made Castiel's chest burn just thinking about the other Winchester.

"Detention." Mr. Fuster spat, glaring at them. Kevin groaned while Sam cursed under his breath.


By the time their detention was served it was already late. Castiel waited with Sam on the curb, Kevin had been picked up immediately by his mother.

"I'm just really happy. I always said it, but he'd sort of just change the subject." Sam said giddily. Even three hours of detention hadn't dampened his happiness over the newest step in his and Kevin's relationship.

"That's wonderful, Sam." Castiel offered mutely. He toyed idly with his shoelace, his knees tucked under his chin to combat the chill.

"How are you getting home?" Sam asked softly after a long tense silence. Castiel shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't called anyone. Gabriel got off work in half an hour, but his house was only a thirty minute walk.

"I can walk." He decided. Sam made a noise of annoyance.

"No way. I'll ask Dean to give you a ride." Sam said, jumping up as headlights spilled over them.

"No!" Castiel shouted, reaching for his friend. His legs were cramped from being tucked under him for so long. He stumbled and Sam easily caught him, holding him up.

"You alright?" Sam asked, brow knitting together. Sam was in his face, hazel eyes concerned. Castiel gaped at their closeness, the large hands around his waist seemed foreign. They didn't belong to Dean.

"Sam!" Dean's voice was sharp. Sam's head jerked back, like he'd been struck. Castiel hid behind Sam, trying to stay out of sight of the older Winchester.

"Hey! Think you can give Cas a ride?" Sam asked easily, obviously not noticing his brothers barbed tone. Dean was glaring, but he gave a short jerk of his chin in agreement.

"Cas sit up front to give me directions." Dean ordered from over the top of the car, he was glaring at the both of them. Today he wore a white tee shirt with a black leather jacket and his usual worn jeans.

"I know where he lives, I can-" Sam started.

"Cas, sit up front." Dean cut off. I obeyed, firmly placing my backpack between me and the eldest Winchester. Sam crawled into the backseat, blowing his floppy hair from his forehead. He immediately began texting Kevin, eyes glued to the tiny screen.

"What are we having for dinner, Dean?" Sam asked, only half paying attention as he messaged his boyfriend.

"I don't know." Dean's sarcasm an annoyance were heavy in his tone. Instantly I recoiled, I'd never seen this side of Dean before. He was furious. The skin around his eyes was tight, and his lips pursed. Sam made a huff of noise.

"Geeze, what's up your ass?" Sam taunted. A muscle in Dean's jaw ticked. His eyes narrowed further if possible. It was the first time I'd seen Dean since ... the loss of my virginity. I had been so sore the next day I could barely stand. It had dulled the day after, but not enough for Sam not to notice me walking funny at school. I had lied and told him I had pulled a muscle in my thigh while stretching.

"Sam, shut the fuck up." Dean gritted. Sam snorted, but kept quiet.

"A left here." Castiel quietly ordered.

"I'm taking Sam home first, he's got homework to do." Dean decided. Castiel felt his skin break out in a nervous sweat.

"Not really, I did it all in detention." Sam called.

"Than you have dinner to make." Dean bit back. Sam grumbled under his breath but didn't argue. The short ride to the Winchester apartment was terrifying. Castiel shakily grabbed his backpack, clutching it to his chest.

Sam waved goodbye as he trotted up the steps to their apartment. Leaving Castiel alone with his worst nightmare. Dean drove up a block before turning into the large park. He shut off the car, and they were swamped in darkness. The trees hung heavy above them as cover. Castiel licked his lips nervously, staring at his knees.

"Are you letting Sam fuck you?" Dean demanded. Castiel nearly choked as he looked up. The moon provided just enough light to make out his burning green eyes. Castiel finally realized that Dean wasn't angry. He was jealous, he was mad with it.

"W-What?" The question was so far fetched. Sam was nearly brotherly in their interactions.

"I don't like sharing, Cas. You're mine." Dean's voice was a growl as he slipped across the seat. Instantly Castiel was scooting away, back pressed into the door. He pressed his backpack against Dean's chest to stop him. He knew if he had any contact with the man he might break.

"Stop, I-We can't." Castiel flushed, he looked anywhere but Dean. Dean's arm was laying on the back of his seat.

"Cause' you're letting Sam fuck you." Dean gritted, and now he was as close as Sam had been when-oh! Dean had seen Sam catch him when he'd tripped before getting into the car. He must have mistaken it for an embrace.

"No, of course not." Castiel breathed, Dean was so close. His eyes were hooded and the jealousy only faded slightly with the answer.

"Then why can't we?" Dean pressed. Castiel could tell him no, could tell him that he was too young to let a man have him so intimately. But he couldn't. He trembled as he reached up and pulled Dean close. Dean grabbed the backpack and threw it down at the bottom of the Impala.

"Because I don't want you to hate me." Castiel choked out, Dean's face was already buried in his neck laying wet kisses there.

"I could never hate you." Dean murmured. Castiel inhaled a raspy breath, Dean had already pulled down his jeans, letting the cool night air spread over his erection. Castiel whined, trying to shift but his jeans around his thighs made it difficult.

"Get in the backseat." Dean ordered. Castiel complied, scrambling to move to the slightly larger seat. He landed with a thump on his belly and before he could roll over he was pinned down by a heavy body. He groaned softly into the leather, digging his teeth into the warm seats as Dean pressed into the spot he had laid claim to.

"Gonna go slow tonight, Cas. Gonna be real good to you." Dean promised, kissing at the back of his neck. Castiel trembled as he heard a bottle of something 'click'. Dean's wet fingers pressed into him, forcing their way inside. Just like Dean had forced his way into Castiel's heart.

"Please, please, please." Castiel murmured, humping pitifully back against those thick fingers. Dean growled out something that Castiel didn't have the patience to translate. He hooked two thumbs into him, and stretched. Castiel howled, panting heavily and rubbing his sweating forehead against the seat.

"Dean, Dean!" He sounded so stupid babbling, but he couldn't help it. This was nothing like their first time. Where Dean had been sloppy and reckless and drunk. He was precise now, taking Castiel apart piece by piece.

"Gonna make you come without even touching that pretty little cock of yours." Dean's breath was nasty in his ear. Castiel let out a shuttery breath, turning his head and nearly begging for a kiss. Dean gave it to him. It was quick and chaste and nowhere near what he had been looking for. Cas whimpered.

"More." He choked, puckering his lips childishly. Dean was focused on looking to where he was touching, but he let his gaze flick up and his gaze softened.

"Yeah, alright baby." Dean smiled slowly. He leaned down all his weight on Castiel's back. Kissing him slowly, and licking deep into his mouth. His touches never stopped, slowly he pried Castiel open until he was loose and flexing around his fingers.

"Tell me what you want." Dean coaxed, Castiel's knew his lips were swollen and spit slicked. He choked as he arched his back. Dean's eyes narrowed at the action, his cock thickening against his belly.

"You." Dean grinned at the answer and leaned back down just as a knock came on the window.

"Hey! What's going on in there?!" A man's authoritative voice demanded. Dean cursed, zipping himself up. Quickly he hopped out of the door shutting it behind him. Castiel could hear his muffled talking outside.

"Sorry, just me and my girlfriend. Her roommates a pain in the ass. We're both twenty three." Dean said easily. A few more polite easy going answers and Dean slipped into the front seat. Castiel carefully pulled up his jeans as Dean pulled out of the park and back onto the road.

"Where are we going?" Castiel asked from the back seat. He watched the back of Dean's head.

"I'm taking you home." Dean said coolly. Castiel glared at his neck the rest of the way there.


A month later ...

A month, a whole goddamn month! Dean deserved a fucking medal for this shit. His sister's little brother, sauntered around with his tight little ass and big fucking doe eyes all fluttery and girl and god damn did that kid have a mouth for sucking cock. Dean remembers when he had first started dating Anna, a year ago, and how he had asked about her family.

"Cas is the baby, Samandriel is technically younger but Cas is our baby." She had smiled, laying in bed with her strawberry colored hair surrounding her all sexy. She was really beautiful.

"Why?" Dean had asked, not really interested. He'd seen the kid once before, but he'd been pretty far away, head buried in a book.

"He's um ... he's really pretty. He's just got something about him that makes people go nuts. It's actually kind of scary. Gabriel and Lucifer have to keep a close eye on him." She informed, biting her lip. Dean had been curious and confused so he'd gone and seeked the kid out.

Anna was right.

Cas wasn't just pretty, he was beautiful. With soft naive eyes and even softer pink lips. All nervous and shy, but curious. He looked up when he saw Dean before quickly ducking back down into his book and Dean almost turned into puddle right then. That moment was when Dean should have tucked tail and ran.

Now thinking Anna had a cute ass fucking kid brother wasn't a crime. For awhile that's all it was, was thinking the brat was cute. Then Dean started paying attention. They way the kid always looked panicked when he was near. He thought maybe the kid was scared of him.

"Wanna help me out?" Dean had asked, thinking maybe he should be nicer to the kid. He didn't want Anna dumping him over the brat. So he decided to lay down some of his charm. Jesus fucking Christ had it worked.

Cas started getting a little bolder, those innocent blue eyes were looking at Dean in not so innocent way. Dean had mistaken Cas for being wary of him, but it was the opposite. It was annoying at first, the way he stared at Dean. Dean thought it might be misplaced hero worship, like Sammy had gone through a few years back.

But the parted lips, and small flicks of tongue made it just how clear Cas was thinking. It wouldn't have been obvious to anyone, but Dean stared right back. He watched every flicker of emotion and studied Cas like he was a different species. A horny teenage species who needed to get his sweet little ass pounded into a mattress for torturing Dean with bedroom eyes twenty four seven.

Dean wasn't going to act on it. He didn't like jailbait, even when he watched porn he stayed clear of the '18 year old virgin pussy' preferring ladies with experience. But thanksgiving had been his breaking point.

"Come on, Cas." Sam had grinned, pressing his cheek against the smaller boys. Cas had fucking blushed, like actual full on on pink cheeks. Dean had nearly passed out from the simultaneous arousal and jealousy. Cas was just letting Sam hang on him. So Dean had done the only reasonable thing and gotten drunk.

Next thing he knew he was stumbling upstairs and into the kids bedroom.

"Dean-" Cas's voice was shaky and scared, and so so so horny. Dean had winced, unknowing if he should stop or not so he let Cas choose for the both of them. He froze for a few seconds, letting his hands rest loosely on Cas's hips. 'Gotta have him'. His filthy mind encouraged upon seeing the thick swell of his backside and thick legs for a boy. Dean didn't think he wanted to touch his dick, but already his hands were worming under him to touch and find proof of his arousal. The kids dick was hard and Dean was pretty sure he was leaking like a bitch in heat. Dean had smirked and done the only thing sensible, he gave him the pounding he deserved.


Alright so, the second time was they fooled around was mostly spurred from jealousy. Dean could dismiss the first fucking with a lethal combination of alcohol an curiosity. But when he dropped off Sam and drove Cas out to the middle of the park, that was some straight up pedophile shit. The thought alone made him wince.

"Of course not." Cas had said to his jealous question. Dean wasn't even the jealous type. Once him and Anna had gone to a party and Anna had drunkenly danced with a guy who admittedly looked a lot like him. His only reply had been 'at least you have good taste'. Him and the guy had even taken a picture together and posted it on Facebook. But with Cas, he felt like he was going to go insane if anyone even looked at the kid.

"Mine." He kissed into Cas's skin, he liked putting him face down, liked to admire him without Cas's big blue eyes staring him down, examining every little thing about him. Dean felt like he was under a microscope every time Cas looked at him. He liked watching Cas drool on his baby's leather seats, watch his thighs twitch and his flushed hole stretch around Dean's fingers. 'Mine.' Dean was starting to feel like a caveman. But he didn't give a fuck. He wanted to throw Cas over his shoulder and carry him off to the nearest cave.

"Dean!" Especially when he moaned so prettily. Deep voice breaking off into a high keening whine, like he was confused as to how someone could feel this much. It was driving Dean insane and just when he was about to slide into the sweet little hole he had spent so long prepping the fucking cops had to show up.


A/N: I think I'll switch off every chapter with both Dean and Cas's POV? What do you think? Would you prefer only Cas's?