"Don't worry about it," Dean repeats to his brother. "I'm sure Cas is fine."
"But we're his friends," Sam insists. "Wouldn't you want him to be concerned about you if something was going wrong?"
"Give the guy some space," Dean grumps. His brother sighs heavily and says nothing more, but looks at his laptop screen and at a blank search engine. Even if anybody knows what was happening to Cas, it certainly won't be out on the internet. He doesn't want Cas or Dean to be having problems, but it seems to be unavoidable.
"I can't just let it go," Sam sighs.
"Well maybe you have to?!" Dean snips. He tosses the magazine aside and glares at Sam, folding his arms. "Maybe you should just focus on something else and let Cas deal with Cas problems? Okay?!"
"Jesus, Dean. What's gotten…you know what?" Sam rolls his eyes. "I don't want to know."
"Good."
"Fine."
"Great."
"I'm going to get some air and let you sit here and deal with your 'Dean problems.'"
Dean watches as Sam flips his computer off then gets up and leaves the motel room. The older brother just sighs and goes back to his magazine. Cas isn't the only one having his period. Speaking of…
"Hello, Dean."
"WAAH!" Dean jumps up and looks in the corner of the room, where Cas has suddenly appeared. "Were you waiting for Sam to leave?!"
"Yes. I was."
"Why, man? I thought you couldn't be around me."
"That is what I would like to discuss," says Cas. He slowly walks over to the bed and sits down beside Dean, then presses his lips together tightly and glances away.
"Okay. Shoot; what's on your mind?"
"The heat," Cas states in a soft tone.
"Right."
"It is unbearable."
"Um. Sorry." Dean, blushing, shrugs his shoulders pathetically and looks at Cas. The angel sits with his shoulders slumped on the edge of the bed. Fearing what this might include, Dean clears his throat and asks, "Is there, uh, anything I can do to help?"
All of the sudden, Cas turns his head around sharply and looks Dean straight on. The ice blue eyes pierce him and Dean inhales. "Know me," says Cas.
"But I already do, Cas. I know you pretty well."
"You misunderstand," Cas continues. "Know me; as a man knows a woman."
"UH," Dean chokes on his own words. His body falls limp and his heart begins to race. Cas is proposing sex. Cas is proposing sex. Sure, Dean has spent many jerk-off sessions wondering what it would be like to have sex with the angel; what Cas would do, how he would sound, the touch of his bare skin against Dean's. It is a forbidden, wrong thought process in his opinion but he can't help but divulge sometimes. "Sex, right?"
"Yes."
"But you um, haven't had sex before, have you?"
"That is correct. I have not."
Cool Dean is gone. Suave, able to pick up any woman he wanted Dean is dead. Now he is just a nervous, shy little boy talking to his longtime crush who is only supposed to hit on him in dreams.
"But the heat, Cas."
"Yes."
"I thought it would kill you? Like if we did it."
"That is merely a theory," says Cas. His body is starting to quiver and a very un-Caslike shakiness is taking him over. Dean worries. "But the heat…the heat is too strong. I can't focus on anything."
"God, Cas. I'm um, I'm really sorry," Dean says quickly. He looks down at his own hands and fidgets with his fingers. He feels so exposed. More exposed than he ever has. There was always a wall he could pull up, but around Cas and especially around a horny Cas, he can't hide. It is impossible. Dean is raw and out there and he can't do a thing about it.
"Do you want to relieve my itch?" Cas asks. He continues to stare at Dean, really putting him on the spot. Dean swallows once, clears his throat and nods slowly.
"Yeah," he mumbles. "Yeah, I do."
Cas pulls his legs up on the bed and turns to really face Dean. He sits on his knees and slowly reaches his hands out to Dean's shoulders, where he lays upon them with a tenderness that the human does not expect.
"You know what you're doing?" Dean asks in a quiet voice.
"Not exactly," Cas answers. "I simply desire closeness with you."
"That's…jeez, Cas. That's actually really sweet, and I'm not a guy to compliment other guys on being sweet."
They stare at each other and exchange silence communication for a few moments. Whatever the heat feels like within Cas, it seems to be mellowing down. Any urgency and hot desire momentarily subsideds and Cas turns to a more romantic feel. It is unusual, but so is, well, everything.
"What's on your mind, buddy?" Dean whispers.
"You," says Cas. "As always."
"Always? What d'you mean?"
"I am always thinking about you."
"Damn. You're way too flattering."
"Is this a problem?"
Dean reaches up to the hands sitting on his shoulders and slides his fingers over them. Touching Cas' skin sends a shiver through his body and he feels relieved. He sighs. He sighs and he smiles. "Cas," he says.
"Yes, Dean?"
A little breathy chuckle hums out of Dean's nose and he looks down. "This is weird," he admits.
"I'm sorry," says Cas. "It is. I will agree with you. Humans and angels…it is very unusual. But the idea is somewhat enticing, don't you think so?"
"Yeah, yeah totally," says Dean. His cheeks flare up and he looks at Cas once more. Those big, pale lips look more inviting than ever. He wants that patch of soft stubble around Cas' chin to rub against his face. Rub against his everything. Dean's mind is quickly taking a crash course to the gutter and nothing is stopping him.
"Dean…" Cas says.
"Yeah?"
"You want this."
"Uh. Yeah, I do."
"You've wanted this, haven't you?"
Dean doesn't answer. He looks away.
"There is no reason to feel embarrassed," Cas continues. "I have wanted this, too, somehow. But I have worked my will so strongly to avoid it. I feel like I have cheated you."
"No, no. You haven't," Dean says. He acts in slight urgency now. "I get it, it's cool. I mean, I've been hiding my feelings 'cause the whole thing is just damned weird. But maybe it's not weird. Maybe it's…right?"
Cas nods. "Do what you think is right, Dean."
Dean smiles. "Alright," he says. "Close your eyes, Cas."
The angel does as told, then Dean leans in and goes for their first kiss. The lips meet and touch softly, tenderly. It is a union that has been wanted so badly for so long that the moment they kiss, they suddenly get engrossed. Cas, though he isn't sure what he is doing, grips into Dean's shoulders and pulls him closer. Dean's arms instantly wrap around Cas' waist, beneath the trench coat and scratches across the fabric of his suit blazer. Cas arcs his back and whimpers lightly against Dean's lips, which open and suck the angel's face hotly.
"Damn it," Dean groans when he has a moment between smacking and slapping lips. "I want you, Cas."
Cas scratches up to Dean's neck and takes his face in his hands, clawing at the freckled skin. They pull back from the kiss momentarily and Cas stares at Dean, lips separated as his thickening breath rolls out.
"I need you, Dean."
In a sudden frenzy instigated by Cas' desperation, Dean grabs the angel real tight and runs his hands up his back, tugging to remove the trench coat. "Move your arms back for a sec," Dean mutters and Cas complies immediately. He thrusts back his arms and Dean slowly peels the coat off. It flops down and flutters to the floor, then Dean grabs Cas around the waist and tosses him back onto the bed. The angel lays there and stares up at Dean, biting his lower lip as his breath begins to grow and grow. "You are experienced in these matters, yes?" he asks softly.
"Uh, well, in a way, yeah," Dean says. He looks over Cas' body with interest. It's the first time he's really touched another man but it isn't the first he's admired. Now he just wants to see Cas naked. So many nights he spent wondering what that looked like, wondering how it felt. He's moments away from finally seeing it and it makes him slightly nervous, but the crowning need is overwhelming.
Cas watches from his lower place as Dean's shaky hands press upon his chest. He runs his fingers along the inner lining of Cas' lapels, smoothing over the fabric with a curious desire. Cas' chest rises and falls considerably faster as Dean touches him more and more, growing a little quicker with each stroke. Then Dean tugs the blazer away and pulls Cas up just briefly to take it off. Cas complies. He follows each motion that Dean dictates with his body to the T. He is perfectly subservient.
Now it's just the tie and the shirt. Dean sticks his finger into the knot and pulls it down, loosens it and lets it unfold. He starts to unbutton the shirt and Cas observes. "Dean," he says softly.
"Y-yeah?" Dean replies. His voice is a little shaky as are his hands.
"This is taking a very long time."
"Sorry." He gets to the bottom and opens the shirt wide, exposing Cas' bare chest. Dean's eyes stretch open and he looks over the angel's vessel with a hungry, hungry stare. It's so firm and taunt and beautiful, glistening with sweat in the cheap motel lighting.
"When does the intercourse start?" Cas asks.
"This sorta is 'intercourse.'"
"Is it?"
"Yeah, like, we usually take a while to get started. Well, sometimes. Sometimes it's faster but uhhh," Dean rambles as his slowly moves his hands across Cas' chest, separating the shirt further so that it exposes his shoulders. "It's called foreplay and it's this thing where people fool around a lot to get ready for the uh, intercourse."
"I see," says Cas. He spreads his legs apart and stares up at Dean with big, wide eyes. "Foreplay with me, then, I suppose."
"Yeah I am," says Dean. His nervousness is being outweighed by desire, and as his breathing hitches and grows, his hands runs along Cas faster. He pulls the shirt off entirely then moves down to the pants. First he unhooks the belt buckle and then he begins to unzip the fly. Cas has a firm boner already hiding underneath it all which Dean timidly touches. The moment his hand makes contact on the outside of Cas' boxers, the angel convulses and arcs his back wildly.
"Ahh! Dean!" He shouts.
"It's okay," Dean coaxes, becoming more and more confident with his ability to satisfy the male vessel. "Just relax and enjoy it. This is what you want, yeah?"
"Yes," Cas whimpers. He lifts up and allows Dean to pull the pants and boxers off completely, exposing the hungry genitals and he spreads his legs more. Then Dean undresses and he does that rather quickly. Now both men are naked, looking each other over as their bodies breath so heavily. Dean takes Cas' legs and bends them up, up all the way to his chest and hooks the knee to his own shoulder, arching over him. Cas curls his toes and stares deeply at Dean, whimpering. "Please, Dean."
"Alright, alright. I'll do it. Just um, hold on. I need to…hold on."
Dean rubs the length of his shaft between Cas' soft, round ass cheeks and he leans over to the nightstand. In his duffel bag there, he pulls out a tube of lubricant that he's covered in masking tape (the idea of Sam finding it and immediately knowing what it is just makes Dean very, very uncomfortable) and squeezes a few beads out.
"What is that?" Cas asks, watching Dean intently. His vessel perspires so much even though they haven't even begun the most intense part of their dance.
"Just something for this kinda sex," Dean explains. He takes his hand and runs it down to his dick, slathering along the shaft and then dabs a bit onto Cas' hole. The angel flinches and groans at the touch, then bucks his hips back to Dean's hand and almost swallows the finger. "Slow down, Cas."
"I n-need you," Cas moans. His hands reach around Dean's ribs and dig at the flesh on his back with his nails. Dean cries out in pleasure and slowly eases himself inside the angel, rocking his hips slowly and working his core with a tender thrust. Cas' eyes flash blue for a second and he tears into Dean's back. Lines of red shred across the flesh and bleed a little under his nails. Dean takes it and loves it. He pins Cas down to the bed hard and starts to hump him, causing the angel to shout and cry out with each thrust.
"This what you wanted?" Dean asks in a gruff, musky mutter.
"Y-yes," Cas answers. He continues to rip and pull at Dean's strong back, also thrusting back into his hips with each grinding movement. Dean's entire cock is swallowed by Cas' tight hole, but he wants more. He whimpers and whines, rolling his head back on his shoulders as he begs for Dean to fuck him harder. "Please, Dean. Please."
"I got you," Dean says. Their bodies melt together, breathing heavy in unison and stroking, grabbing, reaching and arcing from the intense, erotic satisfaction. Dean brings his face to the crook of Cas' neck and starts sucking on the flesh, but Cas needs more. He moans and tightens his thighs around Dean's waist, breaking more skin on his back. The clawing gets deeper and deeper until the blood starts to run in a few tiny streams. It's all great for Dean. He loves it. He craves it. He never realized how badly he wanted to be destroyed up until then, but experiencing it now was fantastic. "Fuck, Cas."
"I need you," Cas moans. His palms flatten and he rubs the blood around 'til it's just pink smears around his back, entwined with the lines from Cas' nails. Dean's eyes roll back in his head and he feels the need to bite. He bares his teeth and presses down onto Cas' neck, which makes the angel jump and scream, all the while his dick continues to pound the virgin ass raw.
"Oh, God, Cas," Dean moans between his teeth, nipping at the flesh of the neck and almost breaking the surface. Cas gasps and groans, grinding his ass down against Dean's cock with a quicker rhythm now. "Cum for me, Cas."
"Cum?" Cas asks between sharp breaths. He whimpers and even starts to drool.
"Cum. Climax. Nut. Jizz. Whatever. Whatever you angels fucking call it."
"I don't know how."
"Damn it, Cas," Dean curses and lets his mouth off of his neck. He's frustrated now. His dick is hot and thick and about to blast its load but he wants to get Cas off, too. "Just do something until you fucking cum."
"I don't know, Dean!" Cas yells. He appears to be just as frustrated. The thrusting and fucking, sheer raw power of Dean's abs slamming into Cas' body grows so hot that it feels they might melt. Dean can't hold back. He flings his head back, eyes closed real tight and groans loudly like a wild animal claiming his mate. In that instant he fills Cas with his hot nut. It gushes out into the hole and Dean strains with each throb. Cas doesn't let up. He's still gripping into Dean's back and pulling him close, squeezing his firm thighs and curling his toes.
"Damn it, Cas! Damn it!" Dean shouts. He wants Cas to be satisfied so badly, which is strange since Dean never gives a shit about getting the other person off. "Cum, Cas, please. Baby, please."
The heat between them mellows and Cas starts to come down from his high, though still frustrated and full of energy. "I don't know how, Dean. I don't know how."
"Do something," says Dean. His head is swimming with crazy thoughts and feelings he isn't even sure what to do. He feels drunk and part of him wants to cry. He just has to be close to Cas and keep him happy. Flustered and pissed, he grabs Cas' dick with a hand and starts to jerk him off violently.
"AHH!" Cas shouts. He bucks his hips in the air, into Dean's grasp and suddenly throws his fists back into the mattress. His fingers hastily clutch the sheets and his chest heaves up and down, moaning and twisting from the feeling. "Deaaan! DEAN!"
It feels weird for Dean to be jerking off a dick that isn't his, but the energy reverberating between the two skins fills him with something amazing. He watches Cas wriggle and writhe solely from his actions. The power trip is beautiful. Here is a hurricane concealed within the limitations of a human body who has the power to kill Dean instantly, yet he's allowing him to take total control with just one grasp. The angel's cock throbs hard and suddenly he screams real loud. His angel radio pings and go off, ringing and ringing out into the room and he shoots a fair loud out, almost hitting Dean in the face.
Then it stops.
It settles.
The room is hot and sticky and Cas stares at Dean, bright red in the face. "That is it?" he asks, gasping. "That is the cum?"
"Yeah," Dean nods. "That's it. You like it?"
"I need another one," Cas moans.
"Jesus, Cas. I dunno if I can handle that. And Sammy's bound to-Oh, shit." Dean's face turns pale. "We gotta get dressed! Sammy's gonna come back any minute! Shit shit fuck fuck fuck!" He jumps up from the bed and scrambles to put his clothes on, but Cas just sits up softly and uses his angel mojo to fix everything. Suddenly they're both dressed, the cum is all gone and the room is even sex-stank-free. Dean looks at Cas and sighs. "Really?" he says.
"Yes," Cas says plainly.
"You could've just…ugh…just forget it."
"I will," Cas agrees. He looks down at his hands and sees that they are shaking.
"Are you okay?" Dean asks.
"I believe so."
"Is your heat satisfied or whatever?"
Cas drops his hands to his sides and stares at Dean. Very, very seriously he states, "no." Dean bites his lower lip.
"N-no?" he asks to be sure. "You uhh, you think you'll be o-okay?"
"I don't know, Dean. We will have to see. For now I am feeling better, that is true."
The doorknob rattles then opens and Dean quickly turns to see Sam coming in. "UH, HEY SAMMY," he says quickly. Sam looks at him oddly.
"You alright, Dean?" he asks.
"Yeah. We were just...uh…well, see…"
"We?" Sam asks, looking very confused. Dean clears his throat. He looks back and sees that Cas and all traces of him are gone.
"Sorry," he says, trying to sound capable. "We, as in you and me, Sam and Dean, Dean and Sam, were just going to head out and check that house we've been looking into, right?"
"Yeaah," Sam says uneasily. "Right. The house."