Chapter 2
"Cas, don't be unreasonable." Dean soothed.
"As far as I know, I'm not." Cas snarked, and at that moment Dean knew Shawn was right; he really had changed Cas. No longer was the angel in the trench coat who 'didn't understand that reference.' Cas had been watching him; watching him since the day he pulled the hunter out of hell. Even when he couldn't be seen, like all those times he thought he saw him, or heard his wings. Cas was still watching, and he probably would never stop. Dean (and Sam) had taught Cas without knowing it. And now, Castiel was showing Dean what he had learned.
"Cas…" Dean tried again, but he found himself unable to finish his sentence as his eyes were assaulted with Castiel's unnaturally blue ones. The angel took advantage of his lost thought and continued on with his.
"Shawn is a friend of mine, Dean. What if you get him hurt? Juliet would castrate you, and I don't think I can come to terms with that."
Cas was still talking, but Dean couldn't really concentrate on what he was saying. His mind was elsewhere, thinking of things that he shouldn't be. Like how he had missed about his angel. They had been apart from each other for a week, even Dean thought it was pathetic. But he couldn't help but think that maybe Shawn was...again.
I am such a girl, Dean thought. He just listened to Castiel's voice drone on about something; Dean was listening, he was, and maybe, if Cas' voice wasn't so fucking distracting, he would understand what he was saying more. It shouldn't be legal to have such a sexy voice like his. Like the rumble of a perfectly in tune car engine. Dean smiled.
Castiel stopped in the middle of his rambling when he saw Dean's smile. He obviously wasn't paying attention, and, by one teeny tiny peek into his brain, Cas could see that he was thinking of him. And once he knew that he couldn't keep the goofy grin off his face. Cas looked down and his smile widened.
Castiel cupped the side of Dean's face and leaned in to kiss his hunter softly. It ended quickly, though, as Dean felt the erection he didn't know he had, dissipate. They both pulled away and leaned back into their seats.
"Not yet." Cas said.
"Cock-blocking piece of shit." Dean mumbled. He hated it when Cas used his angel mojo on him without asking first, and his boyfriend, lover, partner, or whatever you want to call it just mojo'ed his erection away. But he supposed that was a good thing, considering the conversation they were having. But it's not like you can blame him, Castiel was a sex god with a-
"Dean."
"Right, sorry. So Shawn…" Dean trailed off and fidgeted in his seat, slightly scooting bit closer to the angel.
"Yes, Shawn. Bottom line Dean, your plan is dangerous and stupid." Cas said, hoping to end it there, and to start the process of relieving the throbbing he had going on below his belt. They hadn't done anything sexual for a week and they were both horny as hell. He unconsciously moved his hand to rest just an inch away from Dean's leg.
"Try and see they bigger picture, angel." Dean said, knowing full well what that word did to him. It was a 'bedroom-only' term, (kind of like Castiel's cursing) but Dean was pretty good at getting what he wanted, and was going to use the means he found necessary to do just that.
Dean took Cas' hand that had been placed so close to him without touching, and kissed his pointer finger. Then he kissed the back of his hand, then wrist, and started to make a line of sweet sloppy kisses up Castiel's arm.
"We… need… Shawn for… this… Can't you… see that… sweetheart?" Dean asked in between kisses.
"A week," Castiel gasped. Dean had run out of arm to kiss so he just slid right onto Cas' lap and sucked on his neck. "Let Shawn go home for a week, then I'll heeeeelllllllp." Castiel moaned the last word as Dean found the sensitive spot on his neck and bit down softly. Then he quickly licked at the fast forming bruise.
Dean smiled against his neck, pulling off slightly, "Thank you, Cas." He said, getting closer to his angel's lips by the millisecond. As soon as they touched, any self-control they may have had just disappeared.
They went two rounds in the backseat of the Impala, and Dean ended up sleeping until 10:30 the next morning; he regretted sleeping in his car because he got a crick in his neck, and he regretted sleeping so late because Sam bitch and Shawn would tease, but neither of them regretted what they did. Besides, who know when the next time they would be able to do this again would be?
