Dean was leaning against his car, looking like he could use a cigarette. "You shouldn't do that to him, he gets upset."
Cas eyed him and then shrugged, "You're mine, he should accept that."
Dean blushed, looking away, "Cas, I'm not…"
He didn't stop as he approached Dean, walking up to him until he had Dean pressed against his car, "Why were you so upset?"
Dean glanced towards the hotel, trying to see if Sam was watching, "Cas…"
He followed his gaze, "Let him see." Cas let out that dry chuckle, "Tell me why you were so upset."
He shook his head, embarrassed. "I … there are these stories online..." Cas grabbed Dean's wrist, pressing it against the car, and he shivered, eyes closing. "Just a little too close to the truth for comfort I guess."
Cas rubbed the wrist under his hand eyes intense. Dean's eyes closed as Cas reached up and he couldn't help but gasp as he felt Cas press his fingers against his forehead, and suddenly they were somewhere else. His eyes flew open and he realized they were still nearby, tucked down a dark alley.
"Cas…"
Dean was pressed tight against the wall, Cas dangerously close to him. Like anytime the Angel was near him it was like his skin was electrified, like every part of him was on fire. He tried to steel himself against him, reaching out one hand to press him back.
It didn't move him and touching him was an oversight. It made him weak in the knees, like he was some chick. "Cas, I'm not…"
He tilted his head but reached up to Dean's shirt, unbuttoning it. Dean let his hand fall away, helpless against him. Cas finally spoke up, "If you want me to stop, stop me."
Too late for that, Dean was already hard, already aching, frustrated that it was so easy for Cas, that he was so pliant with him. "Cas I don't even… I don't even like guys."
He pressed close once Dean's shirt was open, and Dean couldn't help the whimper that escaped, couldn't help grabbing at Cas's shoulders to hold himself up. "You know that doesn't matter Dean…. Not between us."
Cas's hand slipped up Dean 's chest and when it slipped over the brand on his shoulder his knees did buckle, but Cas easily held him up. "Cas, please."
"I'll take care of you."
He struggled to capture Cas's mouth, pulling him tight against him, oblivious to anything else around them. It was always like that when Cas touched him, like the earth moved. From the first time he had sensed him, even when he thought Cas was evil, he had been drawn to him.
Cas was forcing him back and he whimpered, but obeyed, leaning back against the wall. "Cas…." The moment Cas had touched him, pulled him out of hell, he had done more than burned a brand into his skin, something more had happened.
Cas let his hold go and Dean slid to his knees, pressing against Cas as much as humanly possible on the way down. He scrambled to unbuckle his pants, glancing up at Cas, whole body shaking at the look on the angel's face. He was licking at him without thinking about it, not the first time he had been on his knees before Cas, worshiping the other, but he still didn't like to think too much about sucking on a man's dick.
When his shoulder was grabbed, Cas's hand covering the brand again he almost came, struggling to reach down and squeeze himself, trying to put off coming. He could already feel his dick sliding wetly in his pants, already coated in precum without having been touched.
He was nearly pulled off his feet when Cas grabbed his shirt and lifted him up. Dean tried to help him, trying to unbutton his pants, but Cas lost patience and he cringed at the sound of tearing denim.
He was naked from the waist down in the middle of an alley where anyone could see, but all he could think about was his dick slapping against his stomach, making him cry out. He could only grasp onto Cas's shoulders as almost violently the other lifted him against the wall, shoving hard into him.
He screamed, painful but the pleasure overriding it until it was all he could feel. The smell of Cas, the way he felt, his very presence was enough to make Dean hard, make him come in his pants like a schoolboy if he wasn't careful. Cas had more sense than him and reached down, giving his dick a quick squeeze, bringing him back from the edge. "Shhh." He nuzzled against Dean's neck, hips thrusting in violent contrast to the gentleness, "I got you."
He let out a broken sound, coming hard despite his efforts, grasping on to Cas like he was a life line. Cas chuckled, but didn't slow, letting Dean roll his head forward to rest on his shoulder. He didn't like doing Dean in an alley like this, sometimes he couldn't help himself though. For being so righteous there was something appealing about it as well, something sordid enough to make him slam his fist into the wall hard enough to crumble the brick and come hard, holding on so tight to Dean he made him whimper, remembering to loosen up his hold.
They stood there panting, Dean just coming around to the fact that he was naked in a busy area, face flushing. "Cas, can you get us out of here?"
He laughed, pressing his face into Dean's shoulder, "Sorry." He looked up, humor sliding off his face as he realized exactly who was standing across the street, watching them. "Dean."
He instantly knew something was wrong, Cas's tight tone telling him and he lifted his head up and locked eyes with Sam. He must have followed them. "Shit." He struggled against his hold, trying to get down, "Cas!"
He didn't let him down but he did take them out, appearing in an empty hotel room, dropping Dean onto the bed. "I'm sorry."
Dean took a deep breath before thudding his head back on the bed. "I did not want that to happen."
Cas eyed him as he buckled up his pants and he couldn't keep the bitter edge out of his voice, "And why can't he know? What is so wrong with this?"
He let out an annoyed sound, "I have no pants."
"I said I was sorry."
He finally met Cas's face and lowered his eyes, voice soft, "I'm sorry Cas, you know I love being with you… it's not that." He glanced around, confirming it was his hotel room and he got up to look for pants. "Sam just… he already thinks…"
He startled when Cas appeared in front of him, forcing him to make eye contact. "You should have already told him."
He sidestepped him, pulling on a pair of pants, "I know. He just… he already thinks that I came back wrong, that I'm… broken." He stopped to move in close to Cas, talking about hell still made him cold inside, still made him shiver, and he obliged by putting an arm around him. "He thinks I'm incapable Cas, and knowing that I'm an Angel's fuck toy isn't going to give him any more confidence in me."
He tightened his grip when Dean tried to pull away, "You are more than that Dean, and you know it. When I pulled you out of hell I bound us. You mean more to me than a… than that."
"I know Cas… but Sam won't see it that way."
He grabbed Dean by the hair and tilted his head, pressing their lips together. Dean let him, only able to pull away after several moments to mumble, "You can't distract me."
"I can."
"Sam will be back soon, I'm going to need to explain this to him…"
"Why?"
He gave Cas a dirty look, making it into a real one when Cas laughed. "I liked it better when you weren't so confident."
In an instant he had Dean pressed against the wall, rough, almost painful. His face pressed against his neck, his breath making Dean shiver. "You love that I put you in your place Dean. Now go ahead and explain yourself to your brother. Call me if you need me."
Dean stumbled as Cas vanished, and he swore to the empty room. "Damnit Cas!"
