Starts getting more M rated now, but still more to come (pun intended) in the next few chapters. Enjoy!
Dean waited, 1 hour, 2 hours, always glancing at his watch. Where was Sam? He urgently needed someone to talk to, someone to make him see reason.
Finally, the door opened and a familiar face emerged. He breathed a sigh of relief.
'Sam. Finally.'
'Dude. Why are you here? What happened? Is it someone we know?'
Dean tried his best to explain from his meeting Castiel, leaving out the finer points such as how attractive he had found him and how he had gotten his number.
'So…this guy? You just met him, saw him get hit by a car, and came to the hospital with him?' said Sam slowly.
'Well, yeah, I guess. I just wanted to see if he was okay, you know.' Said Dean quietly, hoping Sam wouldn't catch on.
Sam was about to say something else, when a door opened halfway down the corridor. A man in a white coat holding a clipboard, spotted them and strode up to them.
As he came closer Dean got a better look at him. He had brown hair, about the same length as Sams and green eyes that sparkled with a sense of humor.
'You're here for Castiel?' he asked looking at his clipboard.
'Yes.' Said Dean promptly. The doctor looked up and gave him a smile.
'You're his…boyfriend?' he asked, smirking ever so slightly.
'What? No! I just met him, and I saw him get hurt so I thought I'd come with him to make sure he was okay.' Dean stumbled out, his heart beating fast, stealing a nervous glance at Sam, who thankfully, remained oblivious and seeming staring at the doctor.
'Well, my name's Gabriel. Pleased to meet you.' Was it just Dean, or did he seem to be directing that 'you' to Sam? Gabriel held out his hand to Dean who briefly shook it, and then to Sam, who held on a little longer than was strictly necessary.
'Your friend Castiel, isn't in too bad a shape.' He ran a finger down his piece of paper. 'Ah yes, he has a broken leg, minor head wound and a couple of fractured ribs.' He gave another smile.
'Can we see him?' asked Dean, nervously.
'Sure you can, but he's on a lot of painkillers, and they're strong ones. He may be a little…loopy.' Flashing another grin, the doctor left through the door.
His insides writhing, Dean tentatively pushed open the door Gabriel had left a few minutes before. He spotted a pristine white bed, a small window and basic furniture. It looked like a bedroom apart from the various life saving machines around the bed.
Seated in the bed, with a stupid grin on his face and a bandage around his head, was Castiel. Dean gasped slightly at the sight of him. God, he's gorgeous.
Sam stayed awkwardly by the door looking from Dean to Castiel.
'Errm, hi you must be Castiel.' Said Sam. Castiel managed to drag his eyes off Dean and looked at Sam blearily.
'I'm Sam.' Castiels face split into a grin again.
'Sam.' He repeated, his voice slightly slurred. Dean chuckled and sat down on the bed, reclaiming Castiels gaze.
'Dude, how are you?' he asked. Castiel looked him right in the eye and said with all seriousness.
'I feel like I fell of a unicorn.' And he burst out laughing. Even Sam couldn't suppress a snort, and soon they all had tears in their eyes.
'You are seriously whacked!' said Dean, shaking his head. The grin slipped off Castiels face but all the time, his eyes were trained on Dean.
To his surprise, Castiel raised his arm to Deans cheek cupping his face gently. Dean was too shocked to move, and his heart was pounding in his ribcage.
'You're so pretty.' Murmured Castiel. Dean felt himself blush six shades of red. He also noted that Castiels voice was slightly higher, less rough then when he had met him, though altogether, still sexy as hell.
Dean whipped his head around when he heard footsteps outside the door, but it was only Gabriel walking past. At that moment Sam coughed awkwardly.
'I'm gonna, err, go get some coffee.' He muttered, leaving hastily and walking the same way as Gabriel. Dean thought he could hear a muffled conversation, but immediately forgot this as he turned back to Castiel.
His hand was still resting on his cheek, his thumb gently brushing his jawline. This is wrong, why aren't I stopping this? Said the voice in the back of Deans head.
But did he want it to stop, he asked himself. As he thought this, Castiels hand dropped leaving Dean feeling slightly disappointed, until it lay to rest on his upper thigh. His breathing hitched.
'Dean.' Was all Castiel said. His hand was moving slowly upwards, and Dean felt his cock twitch in his jeans. When Castiels delicate fingers landed on his crotch he felt himself reach full hardness.
He let out a groan as Castiel gently squeezed the bulge and threw his head back. For someone so drugged up, Castiel still knew how to tease. Unwillingly, Dean grasped the hand and dragged it away.
'Not here,' he hissed, however much he wanted it. A look of sadness passed over Castiels face, though it was replaced instantly by another wide smile. Alarming, really.
Dean got up off the bed awkwardly.
'I'm gonna go now, Cas.' Cas? Where had that come from? 'I'll see you…later.' He hastily left the room and leant against the cool wall outside. He started down the corridor, but bumped into Gabriel on the way.
Gabriel apologized and looked him up and down, smirking as he saw Deans bulging nether regions. Dean knew all too well he had put the pieces together. Glaring at him he stalked away.
Within minutes he had found Sam looking slightly shifty, in the café.
'I'm gonna go home now, Sam.' He mumbled out. 'Do you wanna ride?'
'Sure, Dean thanks!' said Sam.
Dean was all too aware of the raging hard on he was sporting as they slid into the Impala, and it didn't help when Sam raised his eyebrows at him.
'What were you two up to, then?' he said, attempting to suppress a grin. Dean gave him a look that plainly said 'Shut-the-fuck-up-and-never-speak-of-this-again'.
Sam dropped the subject but withing minutes he had found a new topic: Gabriel. He spent the whole twenty minute journey to his flat going on and on about the doctor.
'He has such nice eyes, doesn't he Dean, so green?' and 'He is so clever, I mean, being a doctors such a hard job, and he told me he went to Harvard!'
Eventually Dean had had enough.
'Dude. Stop already. You sound like a teenage girl with a crush.' That shut him up and he spent the last few minutes in silence, his cheeks burning red. When he arrived home, he left the car, hoping Dean wouldn't notice the matching bulge in his trousers.
As soon as Dean entered his house, he went straight to the bathroom. Soon, his clothes were in a pile on the floor and the warm jet of water was hitting his bare back.
He closed his eyes as the water washed over him and his hand drifted down towards his erect cock.
Gripping himself tightly, he let out a loud moan. Images of Castiel filled his head as he pumped his hand up and down getting closer to the brink each second.
He was on the edge, and with one last cry he came, sinking to his knees with the force of the orgasm. He washed, changed and was soon out of the bathroom.
Now, he had real problems. Castiel had already changed his life, but whether it be for the better or worse, that was yet to be decided.
