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It has been a week since Dean's after school encounter with Castiel Novak. Ever since that afternoon, the Winchester kept seeing the guy everywhere. Dean had never noticed before that Castiel's locker was situated right across from his. Now every morning, when he goes to place unneeded books and materials inside his locker, Dean's eyes travel across the hallway and land on a smirking Castiel, who always winks his way. Dean scowls in return but it doesn't deter the loner.
Yesterday evening at a quarter till six, Dean bumped into the guy on his way inside the local soup kitchen. Castiel was carrying two plastic bags. Dean found it odd the blue eyed boy didn't flirt with him. He just rocketed down the street. Not that Dean missed Castiel's usual winks and smirks. No chance in Hell. Dean shook his head and entered the soup kitchen which John mandated him to volunteer at twice a week at.
Now Dean is home alone. His stomach is growling non-stop. It was pizza night at the Winchester home, so he needed to wait for Sam, the nerd to get home from whatever geeky club meeting he was at and for his dad and Adam to join them, too. The refrigerator was almost empty since tomorrow afternoon was grocery shopping day. Dean refused to eat any of the rabbit food inside it. He rummaged through the barren wasteland of the fridge for something halfway decent to eat. His green eyes sparkled as soon as they landed on half of an apple pie, Missouri, his dad's assistant at the church baked for the Winchester men last weekend.
Dean rubbed the palm of his hands enthusiastically before extracting the mouthwatering dessert. The decadent aroma of baked apples and cinnamon made him drool. Dean didn't bother to remove the generous slice from the aluminum pan. He fetched a fork from a drawer and started stuffing his mouth with the pie. After he wolfed it, Dean washed it down with a tall glass of milk. He stretched his legs and massaged his satiated belly.
An hour later, Adam and Sam were setting the kitchen table for dinner. John opened the two boxes of pizza and placed a slice of Hawaiian and another of mushroom pizza in each of his sons' plate. Before eating the meal, John prayed thanks. Once he finished his two slices, six year old Adam excused himself from the table and headed to the fridge. He opened the right door and practically crawled inside.
"Where's the pie?" He asked in a loud squeaky voice.
"I made sure to leave a big slice for you and Sam. I know the two of you haven't tried it yet. Try looking behind the celery and carrots." John joined his youngest to search for the dessert.
The Winchester patriarch scratched the back of his head. Dean nervously played with his napkin. Sam shook his head and watched him for a few seconds. John closed the refrigerator door and turned to face his two eldest. Adam pouted because he wanted pie.
"Dean Michael Winchester did you eat two slices worth of pie on your own knowing it was being saved for your brothers?"
"Yes, sir but I was hungry after school. There was only rabbit food in there." Dean traced the smooth surface of the kitchen table with shaky fingers.
"Look at me when I speak to you, mister."
Dean glanced at his father. "You know what this means, son."
Sam felt bad for his brother. "Dad, really that's not necessary. I'm not crazy about apple pie anyway."
"Well your little brother was looking forward to eating his share. Now thanks to Dean's gluttonous sin, he won't be able to."
"I'm sorry, Adam."
"It's ok, Dean." Adam shrugged his shoulders and skipped out of the kitchen.
"An apology will not be enough, Dean." John removed a bible from one of the kitchen drawers. The man made sure each room was stocked with a bible. He handed it to Dean, who breathed heavily.
"May I be excused?" Sam asked. He felt uncomfortable. John nodded and Sam patted his older brother's shoulder before scurrying out.
"You know the drill, Dean. Start with Proverbs 23:21 and then you will find all the bible verses related to the deadly sin of gluttony and read it out loud to me." John sat across from his first born.
Dean swallowed hard. "For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: and drowsiness shall clothe [a man] with rags." By the time he was by the twelfth verse, Dean's voice started to get hoarse.
"That's enough...the other part of your penance will be no food until tomorrow night."
Dean was about to argue but knew better. John would not hesitate to use his belt on him. The pastor instructed his son to go upstairs to finish his homework. "Start coming up with new activities for the church's youth group after you're done with your Geometry" Dean nodded and wished his father a good night. His brothers remained on the living room couch watching "7th Heaven", one of the few shows John allowed his sons to watch.
Dean rolled his eyes as he passed by them on his way to the stairs. He was sick of seeing the goody two shoes Camden family and Veggie Tales. Most of his friends attended the same church but at least their parents weren't religious fanatics. Dean took advantage, when he visited his friends to watch real TV and movies. If John ever discovered he was hooked on "The Walking Dead", he would go into cardiac arrest.
The following day was torture, especially during lunch time. Garth ate a big juicy cheeseburger in front of Dean. The skinny bastard even licked his fingers once he devoured it. His friends asked Dean why he wasn't eating. He was embarrassed to share the truth with them. So he opted to say he wasn't feeling well.
Dean's day went worst after school. He and Jo were in charge of the bake sale which would raise funds for PTBP Club's planned trip to a Christian College. Since the members were juniors, they wanted to start touring the closest colleges which shared their religious beliefs.
The boys set up the table in the main hallway after school. Ana, Jo and Becky brought trays littered with walnut brownies, red velvet and chocolate fudge cupcakes and m & m cookies. Dean set small signs in front of each tray illustrating the prices for each baked good. The only club members, who remained for the sale, were Dean, Jo and Becky. The Winchester sat in between the two girls.
Three members of the football team approached the table snickering amongst each other. Dean rolled his eyes. Becky twirled a blonde lock of hair and batted her eyes at them. Jo elbowed her. The jocks bought most of the cookies and half of the brownies.
Becky and Jo were complaining about the massive amount of Geometry homework and Dean whispered, "You've got to be kidding me." The two girls turned to see why he was in a funky mood all of a sudden.
Gabriel and Crowley walked slowly towards the table. The shorter teen licked his lips. "Just what we need for the munchies, bro" Crowley laughed and leaned against his friend. Both teens' eyes were red and they reeked of marijuana.
"How much for all the brownies, you feisty little thing?" Gabe waggled his brows at Jo.
She crossed her arms and arched a brow. "Six dollars"
Gabriel turned to his partner in crime. He searched his jeans pockets and only found three dollars. "Shit, man you got three bucks?"
Crowley took an eternity to find three damn dollars. He found fifty cents in one of his old Converse sneakers. Becky cringed, when she accepted the two quarters from the black clad hell raiser. "Pleasure doing business with you holy rollers" Crowley stuffed four brownies in a coat pocket and Gabriel stuffed the rest inside his leather jacket.
He saluted the Winchester. "Later St. Dean" The two teens chuckled and headed to the patio.
Dean's stomach grumbled really loud. The two girls stared at him. "Okay, Dean I bet I know why you haven't eaten all day. Your dad punished you for something stupid by having you fast all day."
"How?"
Jo furrowed her finely arched blonde brows. "Every once in a while you do something lame which causes John to blow a gasket and punish you." She shoved a chocolate cupcake at her friend.
"I can't eat it." Dean shook his head. "I'll wait until dinner."
"Dude, you can't spend an entire day without eating. We won't snitch on you. Geez you've really earned your nickname."
Becky sat Dean on a chair and placed the cupcake in his hand. "You might pass out. Eat it before I shove it down your throat."
"You'll make an awesome nurse...not!" Dean bellowed at the girl. He rolled his eyes. "Fine, but I'm eating it cos I feel weak."
Dean sunk his teeth into the chocolaty treat. He moaned in ecstasy. Someone cleared their throat. Dean opened his eyes and swallowed hard. Castiel Novak stood right in front of him. He smirked as his electric blue eyes were glued to Dean's mouth.
"Hey Dudley Do Right; didn't take you for the Betty Crocker type." He leaned against the table.
Dean growled before stuffing the remainder of the cupcake in his mouth. This way he didn't have to talk and Novak would get the hint and hit the road. Jo and Becky giggled while Castiel continued staring at his mouth.
"You have a big smudge of fudge in the corner of your lip," Jo motioned.
Dean wiped it away. He was about to lick the fudge from his thumb but Castiel beat him to it. In a flash, the dark haired boy grabbed Dean's hand and brought the chocolate smeared thumb into his hot and moist mouth. Dean froze. Castiel leisurely sucked on the thumb and swirled his tongue around it, wiping any remnants of chocolate from it. Dean was having a hard time breathing and forming rational thougths.
Becky seemed to be close to hyperventilating and Jo watched the proceedings with her full attention. Dean cleared his throat and gently shoved Castiel away. The boy released Dean's thumb with a wet pop. "Yummy," he said before walking slowly away.
"What the hell was that?" Jo asked.
"OMG! That was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Becky shouted.
"Calm down, girl"
Dean finally spoke. "The guy likes getting a rise out of me. He's disgusting."
"Then why are you redder than a bag of Twizzlers?" Jo smirked.
"Shut it, Jo. I'm heading home. You two can handle the rest of the sale." A flustered Dean grabbed his backpack and left. The two girls glanced at each other and smiled.
That evening after he finished his homework, Dean was on Skype with Garth talking about the plans for this weekend's youth group meeting at the church. They shared ideas for an hour. Garth yawned. So Dean told him they'd finish brainstorming tomorrow during lunch. The Winchester brushed his teeth and put on a grey t-shirt and black boxer briefs before going to bed.
He constantly tossed and turned for almost two hours. Dean's traitorous mind kept returning to Castiel sucking his damn thumb. Why was the kid fixated on tormenting him? Novak tended to keep to himself. The only three people he somewhat interacted with were Gabriel, Crowley and Meg Masters. Dean surmised Castiel hung out with Cheech and Chong to mooch cigarettes from them. Now why he socialized with demon Meg, Dean had no idea.
Dean tried counting sheep and even went downstairs to warm a mug of milk in the microwave. Nothing helped his insomnia. He remembered Castiel's pink chapped lips wrapped around his thumb. Dean was mortified, when his dick twitched as he recalled vividly how Novak's tongue circled his thumb. His skin prickled thinking about it. Dean tugged his tawny hair. "What is wrong with me? It's a sin for me to be thinking of another male this way!"
He tossed one last time. His dick throbbed. Dean had never masturbated in his entire life. He always heard his friends talk about it. Chuck, Kevin and Garth all agreed that it was the only thing they did that was sex related. Let's face it the poor guys needed an outlet. They were teenage boys after all. Dean was the only idiot, who refrained from jerking off. But tonight was a whole different animal. His body was burning up and he sported an erection. The first one he ever had and it was Castiel Novak's fault.
Dean bit his lower lip and rubbed his eyes. The boner wasn't going away. Dean lowered his boxer briefs and palmed his aching dick. He gave it a few tentative strokes. Heat pulled in his lower abdomen. His body demanded more. Dean quickened his strokes. He closed his eyes and imagined Castiel jerking him off. Dean's vision turned white just as he felt his first orgasm. His body shook deliciously. He caught his breath.
Dean ran into the bathroom to wipe himself clean. After scrubbing his hands ferociously until they were red, Dean turned on the bedroom lamp on and fetched the bible on the nightstand. He'd never felt as unclean as he did right this moment. He flipped through the pages until he landed on Leviticus 20:13.
"If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them." Dean repeated the verse five more times while his body rocked back and forth. If his father found out about what he'd done this evening, he would not hesitate to perform the ritual of flagellation on his son. Tears cascaded down Dean's freckled face. He needed to stay as far away as possible from Castiel Novak.
Two days passed and Dean luckily did not see Castiel around school. He thanked God for small miracles. After school he and Jo set out to visit a few homes to teach Kansas residents about the bible. Jo wasn't thrilled to do it but tagged along so her friend wouldn't go through the ordeal by his lonesome. It wasn't safe for a sixteen year old to preach on his own inside a stranger's home. John had Dean do this once a week. This way he would recruit new congregants for their church.
Today a fat balding man with a huge beer gut wearing a stained wife beater and baggy sweatpants told both teens to fuck off before slamming the front door on their faces. Jo tugged her friend's hoodie and led him across the street to a two story apartment building. "We'll hit the first apartment and call it a day. My feet are killing me," Jo suggested.
Dean knocked on the door. He was about to slide a pamphlet underneath the door, when it was yanked open. Jo cursed and laughed. Dean straightened up and turned paler than Casper the friendly ghost.
"Aren't I a lucky boy being visited by St. Dean himself," Castiel said as he stretched his arms upwards. He hit the top of the door frame with his hands. A sliver of olive skin was exposed, when his black Nine Inch Nails t-shirt rode up. Dean was so not ogling it.