Dean and Cas getting up to smut in the back seat of the Impala when John Winchester shows up.
Cas:
I tried hard to push Dean off. We weren't exactly hiding and his car was pretty noticeable. If we got caught-
"Dean," I said, "Not now!"
"Come on, Cas," Dean muttered against my neck, his hot breath giving me chills, "It's been forever."
"Two weeks is not forever," I said, trying to stop but I couldn't help but press myself closer to him as he latched his lips against my pulse point.
"Sure it is," Dean nuzzled closer.
I hated to admit it, but my resolve was weakening severely. It was hard to say no to Dean Winchester when he dragged his tongue up your neck and pulled your earlobe into his hot mouth and sucked.
"Be fast," I whispered into his ear.
John:
Mary told me not to worry. Dean and his boyfriend just went to the movies. He should be back at any moment. Any moment now.
I glanced at the clock again. 11:46. He said the movie would be over around ten. So where was he? I mentioned my worries to Mary. She set down the book she was reading and put a calming hand on my arm.
"He and Cas probably went for ice cream," she said gently, "You know those two. Anytime they get to spend together they take advantage of. I'm sure things are going to be just fine. You'll see."
"It's almost midnight," I insisted, "They've never stayed out this late. Not just the two of them at least."
"You worry too much," Mary pushed me down in a chair, her hands kneading away the knots in my back, "Dean is a good boy. He'll be back."
Dean:
I turned the music up louder. Cas didn't know this, but I had a tape of our sex music. I'm surprised he hasn't caught on yet. On a good night we go through the entire tape at least once. Lately we've gotten through two songs. At most.
That was changing tonight.
My body is burning
It starts to shout
Desire is coming
It breaks out loud
Lust is in cages
Till storm breaks loose
Just have to make it
With someone I choose
Sex with Cas was great. Fantastic actually. Sex with Cas while he was turned on by classic rock? That was mind blowing. Sex with Cas in the backseat of the Impala with classic rock? I'm pretty sure I could die from that.
He arched up into me, throwing his head back and exposing that pretty little neck of his. His beautiful hands dug into my back, pulling us closer. I gave a feral growl and bit on his neck. Hard. Cas mewled pitifully and his hands scrabbled under my shirt.
The first press of nails on skin had my heart pounding. I dragged my lips up until they were pressed under his jaw. I sucked a mark and Cas dragged his nails down my back.
I sat up, giving one last lick up his neck, and pulled my shirt off. Cas reached up, fingers tracing my chest hesitantly, slowly. Almost… reverently. I gave a wild grin and pushed his shirt up, tweaking his nipples on the way.
Once his shirt was off he sat up with me, pressing us chest to chest, my legs straddling his hips. He dug his nails into my back, dragging down until they slid underneath my pants, grabbing my ass and grinding us together.
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah
John:
Midnight came and went and Dean still wasn't home. It was getting to the point where if that boy wasn't home in twenty minutes I was gonna find him and drag his sorry ass back. He has school in the morning!
"I'm going to bed, honey," Mary said, kissing my cheek, "Don't get too mad at Dean. He was so scared to tell us about Cas as it was, so don't ruin it."
"Yes, of course," I nodded.
"And Cas a sweet boy," Mary said, "Don't scare him off."
"Yes, dear," I said, rolling my eyes.
She laughed and leaned up to kiss me. I breathed her scent, feeling it calm my nerves slightly. She smiled and patted my chest before walking upstairs to our bedroom. With her out of sight I turned to the door.
I remember being a teenager. I knew all the secluded spots in town for a good make out session. I cycled through them in my head. After just coming home from a movie you'd want a spot close to home, but not too close.
Twenty minutes, I told myself. If Dean wasn't back in twenty minutes then I was hunting him down. It'll be the last time he breaks curfew.
Cas:
Dean had glorious skin. It was sun kissed and always warm and soft and smooth. It was like sunshine in a person. I must have mumbled out the last part because Dean laughed in my ear.
"Waxing poetry already?" he whispered.
"If you weren't so damn poetic it wouldn't be a problem," I hissed, rocking our hips together.
"Say some more," Dean whispered, teeth running across my ear.
"More what?" I asked.
"Stuff about me," he bent down to lick across my collarbone, hands fisted in my hair.
"You're gorgeous, Dean Winchester," I tried, "You've got hair that looks like summer wheat and eyes like moss after it's been raining too long. You've got the most capable and talented hands I've ever seen."
"Keep going," Dean's voice dropped three octaves.
I leaned back against the leather, pulling him down with me, "You're mine."
Cause the walls start shaking,
The earth was quaking,
My mind was aching,
And we were making it and you.
Shook me all night long,
Yeah you,
Shook me all night long
"Damn straight," he growled, pushing his hands down the front of my pants. I moaned and thrust up, feeling his fingers wrapped so tight around me after so long. I felt him laugh around me and he started pumping his hand faster.
I leaned forward slightly and sank my teeth on his neck, right where it met shoulder. My hands pulled on his hair as I licked around the bite. I dragged my tongue up, tasting the sweat that was gathered on his skin. I met his mouth in a kiss of teeth and tongue and he pulled my pants down.
John:
Twenty minutes were up. Dean still wasn't home. Damn that boy. Sam would never cause this much trouble. Throwing caution to the wind, I grabbed my keys and quietly left the house.
I missed my car, but I trusted Dean to take care of it. The truck wasn't so bad. Didn't have nearly as much sex appeal as the '67 Impala, but at my age, I didn't need sex appeal.
The car rumbled beneath my seat and I drove the streets of our quiet neighborhood. If my guess was right, then Dean would have parked on the corner next to the elementary school. There was no chance anyone would be there this late at night, it was a good distance from home and the movie theater. Most importantly, right behind the school was dark. No street lights, no house lights, just blessed darkness.
It's where I'd go.
Dean:
Cas had both our dicks in his hand and he was pumping as hard and fast as he could. After two weeks of rutting against each other in the janitors closet and during study sessions, this was Nirvana.
My arms were too weak to keep me above Cas and I was pathetically thrusting into his fist, my face buried in his neck, sucking on every bit of skin I could find. Cas's free hand was entwined with mine.
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due
And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
"More," he whispered against my skin, "You brought it, didn't you?"
I smirked and pressed a chaste kiss on his neck, "Of course baby."
I sat up and fiddled with my coat, looking for the condom and lube I'd brought. A flash of headlights lit up the inside of the car and I froze. I knew those headlights.
"Fuck," I whispered, ducking down.
"Did you forget?" Cas tipped his head.
"Dammit, my dad is here," I hissed, throwing clothes on, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What time is it?"
"Thirty minutes after midnight," Cas whispered, pulling up his pants.
"Shit."
The headlights came closer and snapped off.
"We are so screwed," I said.
John:
The Impala was sitting innocently behind the school. Windows steamed up and rocking back and forth. I pulled up, my headlights looking straight into the car. I saw Dean poke his head up, eyes widen in fear, and duck back down.
Serves the kid right.
I made a big show of turning off the car and walking to the Impala. I even did Dean the courtesy of knocking before opening the door.
I wasn't surprised at what I found.
The car reeked of sex. Castiel was leaned up against the wall, thoroughly debauched. His hair was straight up and his neck was covered with hickies. Clothes were barely on. Dean was no better. One large bite-shaped bruise on his chest, scratch marks up and down his back.
"Go home Dean," I said, "Castiel, you're coming with me."
Their eyes widened in fear. Castiel reluctantly crawled from the car, Dean giving him a small smile. The kid tried to look respectable climbing out the backseat with rumpled clothes and love bites, but there's no way for him to pull that off.
"Come on Castiel," I said, "I think we need to talk."
Cas:
I have never been so scared of John Winchester as much as I was right now. We sat in the truck, the silence stretching to epic awkward proportions. I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it and closed it.
"I'm not going to pretend I didn't see any of that," John said.
"Sir, please," I started.
"I understand," John said, stopping me mid-sentence.
"What?"
"Look, I knew from the moment Dean turned thirteen he was gonna be one of 'those' kinda boys," John said, "Taking girls in his car for secluded backseat sex. I knew it was gonna happen. Hell, there was no way to stop it. It's just Dean's nature, as I'm sure you've noticed."
"Yes, sir."
"I'm not gonna try and tell you boys to stop. I'm gonna tell you to be careful. Next time it's gonna be a cop catching you and then you'll be in trouble."
"Yes, sir."
"But I need one thing from you."
I held my breath but refused to let my fear show.
"You need to promise me that you're gonna stick this out," John said, "You boys are in your senior year. College is coming and you and Dean are gonna have to work out what you're going to do, got it?"
"Yes, sir."
"No," John shook his head, "I mean it Castiel. Don't you let him go, you understand me?"
"I won't," I promised.