B/N: (stands for Bunee Note) Jello~ I failed to introduce myself in the last chapter because, believe it or not. I have no idea how to fucking work this site. It confuses the living piss out of me. But anywho. My name is Bunee. This is not the first time, I've written a fanfic. I've been writing them for 3 years. I don't remember. I originally just wrote Kpop fics, but I've decided to venture into my other fandoms. So I will be writing alot of Supernatural, Hetalia, maybe some Kuroshitsuji. And others. I haven't updated as fast as I wanted to, because of school (university), my shitty health and my laptop cord broke, so I'm forced to write smut on the desktop instead of the comfort of my dark room. But hey life goes on and all that. I only write boyxboy. Mostly smut. I curse a shit ton. so if it bothers you, I'm sorry but fuck off. Freedom of speech and all that. Yeah. Lets fucking do this. XDDD
"You know Sammy. I'm beginning to think that maybe these sessions aren't that bad." Dean said with a forced smile.
His elder brother's words caught him off guard for a bit. It was rare that Dean ever listened to him, took his suggestions into consideration, yet alone admit that it was good for his well being. Sam let a tiny smile slip his thin lips. "So...does this mean, you're going to attend the next meeting?"
With a roll of his eyes, Dean nodded his head but managaed to keep his focus on the road. "Yeah..whatever." he mumbled before turning on the radio, a signal to his little brother that he has now ended the conversation, but being the stubborn moose he was, Sam clicked it back off. This was too good to be true. There had to be some kind of ulterior motive. Dean's been struggling with his little problem since high school and was constantly in denial that anything was wrong with him and now, it's just 'yeah whatever'. "I was listening to that." Dean hissed.
"It was on talk radio. You hate talk radio." Sam laughed teasingly. The awkward silence returned. He knew he was skating on thin ice, but he couldn't help but to let his curiosity get the best of him. "So~~" Sam began in a sing-song voice. "Made any new friends while you were there?"
Dean turned his aggitated glare from the road to his smirking little brother in the passenger seat. "Friends?"
"Yeah." Sam answered with an amused chuckle.
"You know what Samantha, you always do this!" Dean shot back. The image of Castiel's sinfully blue eyes bouncing through the walls of his sick mind and the beautiful man's lips wrapped around his coc-HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE! No gay thoughts. No gay thoughts. Dean trembled at these 'unwanted' scenarios in his head. He wasn't gay. He couldn't be gay. There was no way. It's just been a while since he's had a good fuck. 13 hours is a long time to go without sex for an addict. Not that he was one. But being the immature 28 year old that he was, Dean always found himself lashing out on others when he couldn't face his own problems. "It's not bad enough you forced me to go to that crazy house, but then you gotta rub salt in my festering wounds! You know what?! Why don't you tell everyone! Tell everyone that your older brother is a sex addict! Hey, mind as well throw in a couple of other things as well. What else am I Samantha?! A molestor? A rapist?!" Sam watched in shock as Dean then rolled down his window and yelled out "DEAN WINCHESTER, SAM WINCHESTER'S BROTHER IS A SERIAL RAPIST!"
Sam raised his hands in surrender with a light chuckle and yet in total shock how this even escalated so quickly. "I was just asking a simple question."
"Fine! No I didn't make any friends and I don't need any! So FUCK you Samantha." Dean spat before turning 'talk radio' back on full blast to drown out his thoughts. He wasn't gay! After dropping Sam off to his apartment, admittedly flaring through red lights and ignoring all driving laws on the way; hey he couldn't get the overgrown mooseman out of his car fast enough, Dean then began his short drive to his own place. The man sighed as he fished his keys from his pocket after arriving infront of his door. It was a long day, too long for his liking and he wouldn't enjoy anything except a beer and his couch at the moment. Dean dragged his suddnely tired limbs to his lightly furnished kitchen and threw the fridge open to find his beverage of choice, waiting. Before the drink could touch his lips, the vibration in his pocket drew his attention. Already knowing who it was, Dean rolled his eyes and continued on with his routine. The man threw his body onto his couch and turned on the flat screen infront of him. The sound of the monotonic voice of the current weather reporter soon grew dull and Dean found himself drifting in and out of sleep within minutes.
"Dean." sang a husky voice, yet it was smooth as velvet. "Dean~ please awaken from your drunken slumber, so we may play."
"Mmm." Dean murmured in his sleep, his eyelids vibrating as he gently tossed his head from side to side. The voice then became persistent and a light shiver shot through Dean's spine as he a moist trail being left on the sensitive spot on his neck, followed by the nip of eager teeth. "W-Wha?" the sleeping man questioned as his eyes fluttered opened, just so he could come into contact with a pair of deep blue ones.
"You're finally awake. I was frightened, that you'd leave me in this vulgar state all day." the beautiful blue eyed man pouted.
Dean grinned from ear to ear as his green eyes scanned the man who could only be describe as 'perfect', straddling his lap while wearing nothing but a tan trench coat, black briefs and his blue tie messingly hanging around his neck. Dean reached up and instantly grabbed the man's well sculpted ass cheeks, causing him to whimper. He then motioned the man to rock back and forth on his growing hard on. "Waking me from my nap. You know better than that Cas."
"Nngh." A shade of red painted Castiel's cheeks, as he continued his torturous grinding. "M-My apologies.." he choked out between moans as he felt Dean's wandering hands shift towards his erect nipples.
Dean chuckled at the sight and sat up so he could get a better grasp on what was his. "Whose my needy little whore? Huh?" Castiel yelped out as Dean suddenly gave him a merciless slap to his bottom. "Answer me." Dean growled, his voice holding nothing but authority. Castiel was at a lost for words. His mind was in a jumble. Between Dean's merciless teasing and his poor erected cock confined in his briefs, he was going mad.
"P-Please..." he begged, flesh hot with want.
"Please what?" Dean mocked before taking one of Castiel's nipples between his teeth. Castiel screamed out and then began massaging his ass shamelessly against Dean's thick clothed cock, desperate for any kind of friction from the man below him. Tears welled up in Castiel's stunning eyes out of frustration and for a split second, Dean felt bad, but he'd be damned if he didn't admit it turned him on. The green eyed man then leaned forward and kissed Castiel where the tears left his eyes.
"You take pleasure in making me suffer. Don't you Dean?" Castiel sniffled, causing Dean to laugh.
"How about you go over there and give me a lil' show and depending on how good it is. I'll reward you however you want me to." With a confident grin, Castiel slowly removed himself from Dean and after making sure the man's eyes was on nothing but him, he allowed his trench coat to slide from his broad shoulders and to the floor. Dean licked his lips; excitement building by the second. He then boldly palmed his own dick and gave it a squeeze. "That's it baby. Now give that ass a lil wiggle for me."
Castiel blushed and obediently leaned over a bit before shaking it teasingly. "I want you so badly right now Dean..." Castiel moaned wantonly while sinking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. Dean's heart began to beat rapidly within his chest. He felt the urge to simply stand to his feet, rush over to the lil cock slut, bend him over the first piece of furniture he sees and fuck him until he's unable to breathe. Lower, Lower, slowly more and more of Castiel's tempting flesh came into view. Just a lil more and...
-BzzBzzzBzzz-
Dean jolted from his dream in a wild panick by the vibration of his cell phone. The man looked around nervously, only to find himself alone on the couch in his apartment, drenched in sweat. "What the fuck?" he questioned to no one, before answering the call. "Yeah?"
"Why do you sound out of breath?" a teasing feminine voice giggled.
"Charlie? Dude do you know what time it is? Why are you calling me?" Dean huffed in a tired manner while rubbing the sweat from the back of his neck.
"Uhhh. Do you know what time it is? Are you planning on coming into work today or were you out all night drinking and banging loose women? Not all diseases can be prevented with a condom my friend." she sang.
Dean laughed. "Shutup. Jealous because I can pull in more pussy than you?"
"Just so you know, I prefer my women with a lil thing called class. That and I like them to be ya know, sober, but you wouldn't know anything about that now would you?" she mocked. "I was just calling to make sure you were still alive and able to make it to work."
"At-" Dean glanced at the time on his phone from behind tired lids. "HOLY SHIT NOON! I slept for like 15 hours straight is that even normal?!"
"And he realizes. Finally reality hits him! I'll see you in a bit. Later bitch!" Charlie laughed before hanging up.
Dean hurried to his feet and took one step forward and instantly became paralyzed. He slowly looked down to see the obvious damp stain on his crouch. And at that moment, the scandalous dream he had of a certain blue eyed, trench coat wearing slut hit him like an 18 wheeler. Dean's eyes darted from side to side in utter confusion. Did he just have a wet dream? How old was he? 15? And not only that but it was about a guy..a man. No! No! There had to be some mistake. As he said before. It's been awhile. Yeah. That's all. All he had to do is grab the first sexiest piece of ass-tits! he came into contact with and everything would be fine. Right. With that in mind, Dean pushed his horrid homosexuality crisis to the back of his mind, before pacing to the bathroom for a well needed shower.
{30 min later}
"Yes. Mrs. Robinson, this is Charlie from 'Singer Salvage Auto Repair' and I'm calling to inform you that your vehicle is ready for pick up." The red head rolled her eyes with a quiet sigh while spinning lazily in her desk chair. Just as she did a final 360, she saw her star co-worker walk through the door and the woman instantly grinned. "Yes. Thank you so much. ByeBye." After ending the call, Charlie jumped to her feet and made her way towards Dean. "You're finally here. Sam told me everything. I got you a present."
Dean raised his eyebrow as the sly red head handed him a card. "What the hell is this?"
"Just open it." She urged while wearing a huge shit eating grin. With a click of his tongue, Dean did as he was told and immediately saw a couple in each other's embrace, smiling like dumbasses and next to the picture were the words 'I hope your recovery comes as quickly as you do'. Dean narrowed his eyes at the lame joke, and Charlie started bursting into a fit of laughter. "I found that online and made it into a card. Funny right."
"Yeah. Fucking hilarious." Dean said with his eyes to ceiling. He then discarded the thoughtful gift into his locker, along with his lunch and jacket.
"Wow. What's in your ass?" Charlie pouted.
"NOTHING! And you know what. Nothing will ever be in my ass toots! If anyone is gonna shove anything in someone's ass it's gonna me!" Dean shot back defensively.
Charlie stood there speechless for a moment. "Whoa. . ?"
"Don't you got a job to do?!" Dean hissed.
"Hey! You're the one who showed up like 3 hours late! Sam was right. Ever since you came back from your lil therapy session. You have been acting weird. Oh and by the way. I heard about your lil confession. Nice to know that you're also a rapist and child molestor. Combine that with your sex addiction, alcoholism and anger issues and you're the perfect man. You're every woman's dream. Tell me again why you're not married yet."
"I can ask you the same thing, Jamie Lee Curtis."
"Whatever." Charlie huffed back, before returning to her desk. Dean sighed as silence rose between them. Charlie was basically family. He was as close to her as he was to Sam or Bobby and as everyone knew, he wasn't the type to form bonds with people. The man cleared his throat awkwardly. He wouldn't be able to do his job feeling like this. And the more he kept it to himself, the more people he was pissing off. It's not like he had to give any names. Just say it was a friend or something.
"Uhh hey Charlie?"
"What is it jerkoff?" she huffed childishly.
"I have a problem...ya see."
"Well isn't that obvious."
"I'm serious.." he swallowed nervously. Charlie wouldn't judge him. How could she? She was a lesbian. She should understand what he was going through better than Sam or Bobby right? "...the reason I've been acting like such a jerk was because..well..ya see..." Charlie looked at her best friend in concern. "...Recently only one things been on my mind..and its something I've never experienced before."
Charlie looked at Dean in confusion. "What?"
"What...I guess..I'm trying to say is..how do you know...if you're...batting for the other team?" Dean began to sweat bullets once more as that awkward silence he hated so much rose in the room. The man bit on his bottom lip harshly, regretting his decision. Charlie blinked at a rapid speed while trying to process what the hell was going on?
"D-Dean...are you trying to tell me something?"
Dean's face flared a bright red. Words couldn't describe his embarrassment. Charlie was going to make fun of him for sure. "J-Just answer the damn question."
Charlie smiled and patted the man on the shoulder, showing nothing but sympathy. "How about I take you to my fav bar tonight and we can totally talk about your lil dilemma there." she winked. Dean swallowed hard. He couldn't help but feel anxious about his friend's words.
'Maybe I made a mistake.'
;9 See you next time lovelies