AN: Hello friends.
I decided to post another chapter today because I got bored. It won't be very long as usual but hey. Also there will be some poorly written sexy talk. Slight dub-con and Dean getting freaky with himself. Just a warning.
Also thank you to LyricReilly for the review :') I'm happy someone enjoys my fic!
Anyway, without further adieu...
Chapter 3:
It was Friday, and thank fucking God for that because Dean didn't think he could get through another long, uneventful school day. The week went by without incident, it had been the same old same old, except for the fact that Castiel had been absent for the last 2 days, causing frustration and a slight panic in Dean.
Where was Cas?
Was he okay?
Did he switch schools?
It wasn't like Cas to miss school.
It was starting to drive Dean crazy. And he was finding it increasingly difficult to put of the facade of happiness and indifference.
When Friday rolled around and Castiel still was nowhere to be found, Dean took it upon himself to find some answers. And those answers would come from Castiel's younger brother, Gabriel, who was coincidentally one of Sam's best friends.
He stalked the hallways for all of 10 minutes before he spotted his own rapidly growing brother, and seriously, Dean wouldn't be surprised if Sam grew up to tower over him at the rate he was growing. He looked at his brother and "jackpot" he thought to himself as he spotted the shorter Novak standing with Sam, waiting as Sam gathered his books from his locker.
He walked over to the two younger boys with purpose, interrupting their conversation.
Dean cleared his throat, gaining their attention.
"Hey, Dean. What's up?" Sam asked his brother curiously.
It was rare for Dean to approach his brother. He rarely ever bothered with Sam while at school unless Sam needed him for something, or was having problems. Dean preferred it this way.
It wasn't that he didn't love his brother, he really did. More than anything. But he didn't want to distract his baby brother from his schooling and his social life.
Sam was smart. Freakishly smart. Dean knew that once he graduated, Sam would go off to some prestigious university to become a fancy lawyer or doctor. Not that it bothered him, in fact it made him beam.
He knew his brother was destined for good things and he was immensely proud of him.
Sam was a good kid, and Dean, well, Dean was Dean. He was a liar, a player, a slacker, a manipulator, he slept around and got into fights.
The last thing Dean wanted was for his reputation to rub off on his brother.
It wasn't like Dean was unliked, quite the opposite, actually. Girls flocked to him like the sun shone out of his ass and guys always tried to get him to join their sports teams.
He was God. At least that's how he described himself. He was gorgeous. Sandy hair, full, plump lips, eyes greener than Gods green earth, and a body to be envied.
If he wanted, he could be popular. He could rule the school. He could have a hot girlfriend, and have a group of macho, meat head friends.
The only problem? He didn't like people. Everyone was below him. They were disgusting and he only socialized with them if he needed something from them. Beyond that, they were disposable. A worthless, pathetic flock of sheep.
"Hey, Sammy" Dean grinned at his brother, knowing just how much his brother hated that nickname.
Sam shot him one of his ever famous bitch faces, "don't call me that, Dean. It's sam" he grumbled, before letting out a sigh.
"What do you want, Dean? I have to hurry, I don't want to be late for class"
"Forever the biggest nerd, aren't ya Sammy?" Dean joked back, earning another bitch face.
"I'm actually here to talk to short stack over here" he said, nodding his head toward Gabriel before crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back until his back rested against the cool metal of the lockers behind him.
"Hey!" Gabriel protested, "you know what they say, Dean-o. Big things come in small packages"
Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes at Gabe.
"If by big, you mean a big fucking pain in my ass, then yeah, I guess you're right."
"Did you just come over here to talk about your ass? Or did you need something?"
"Your brother.." Dean deadpanned, all humor screeching to a halt. "Where is he?"
"Why? You miss him?" Gabe teased.
"Don't be an idiot, where is Castiel?" Dean asked, frustration starting to bubble to the surface.
"Aww, our little Dean has a crush on Cassie!" Gabe exclaimed "I don't know why though, dude's about as appealing as a banana peel"
Something snapped in Dean.
"Just tell me where the fuck he is Gabriel!" He spat, a little harsher than he intended to.
Sam looked up at Dean, his eyes wide. It took a lot to set his brother off. He rarely ever seen his brother upset or angry. Sam felt a wave of nervousness flow through him. Dean could never handle is anger well.
"Dean? Is everything okay? Sam asked, causing Dean to take in the worried expression on his brothers face.
And like a switch went off, the anger dissolved in him, soon being replaced by the charming yet impassive mask he so frequently wore.
It gave Sam and Gabe the chills, seeing how quick he changed personalities.
Dean cleared his throat, giving an empty smile at his brother.
"Yeah, Sam, I'm fine. Just haven't seen Cas around, and I was wondering if he was okay"
Gabe sighed, not wanting to set Dean off again for Sam's sake. Gabriel usually got his kicks out of getting such reactions out of people but grew concerned when he saw the worried expression on his best friend's face.
"He's fine, Dean-o. He just caught the flu. He should be back on Monday"
"Great, that's all I needed to know" Dean replied, giving Gabe an expressionless stare down before pushing himself off of the lockers.
"I'll catch you later, Sam" turning his attention to his little brother, before turning on his heel to walk down the hall.
"What the fuck is your brother's problem, dude? I never seen him pissed off before"
Gabe asked, giving Sam a serious expression for once.
"I don't know, Gabe" Sam replied quietly, staring down at his shoes. "But it can't be good"
oOo
12:52 AM, Saturday morning:
Dean parked his car about a block away from the Novak residence, opening his door and stepping out into the cold, bitter December air. He adjusted his leather jacket for maximum warmth before slamming the car door shut, starting to make his way toward the house where Castiel and his family lived. When he reached his destination, he crouched down behind a bush across the street the nice family home.
While he was waiting, snow flakes started to slowly make their way down toward the Earth, causing Dean to sigh. They reminded him of Cas. So pure, so gentle, and so beautiful.
Every little thing reminded him of Cas. Snow. The ocean. Fucking puppies and kittens. The stars in the damn sky. Everything he watched, listened to, looked at, touched, reminded him of Cas. His thoughts were consumed by the man.
He missed seeing Cas. He missed his scent, that earthy, clean, intoxicating scent, he missed his voice, and he was losing his fucking mind, which is what fueled his trip to the Novak residence.
He waited, crouched and shivering behind that God forsaken bush for about 40 minuets before he noticed that the last of the lights in the house had turned off for the night. Everyone should be in bed, now.
He decided to wait an additional 20 minutes to make sure, before standing up, finally making his way toward this house, opting to enter it from the back door.
When he reached the door, he put his ear against it to see if he could hear any movement, and when he didn't, he went to work on picking the lock.
When he heard a slight *click* he smiled mischievously to himself, slowly opening the door. He stepped inside, wiping his boots on the mat below him, being cautious not to leave an evidence of his visit.
He quietly closed the door behind him, reaching his hand behind him to the waistband of his pants, smiling when the felt the metal of the gun he had tucked there. He was going to see Cas, and wanted to make sure that nobody got in the way of that.
He quietly tiptoed throughout the house, and when he finally found the staircase, he slowly made his way upstairs.
When he reached the top, he was pleased to see that Castiel's door had his name on it. He crept down the hallway, until he reached his destination. He bit his lip as he slowly opened the door.
A small smile formed on his lips, his heart skipping a beat when he took in the signt before him.
There, on a soft looking queen sized bed, was a shirtless, sleeping Cas. Next to him was a box of Kleenex and various cold and flu medications.
Dean quietly closed the door behind him, making his way over to Cas's sleeping form. From the waist down, he was tangled in a large grey comforter, leaving his naked chest exposed.
Dean bit down on his lip hard, feeling a familiar heat pool in his belly.
Castiel was lying on his back, his beautiful chest and part of that perfect stomach showing. He looked peaceful, those blue eyes oblivious to the man hovered above him. His full lips were parted slightly.
Dean just stared for a minute before taking his phone out. There was no way he couldn't leave without being able to stare at that body again. He turned the shutter volume down on his phone before starting to take photos of the unconscious man.
When he was done, he slowly and nervously slid his finger down Castiel's neck, stopping only for a moment to make sure Cas wouldn't wake up. He smiled to himself when he realized Cas was out cold.
He continued his trail down Castiels neck, dragging it down his chest, stopping to lightly run the tip of his finger over Castiel's nipple. He froze in his tracks when he heard a noise coming from Cas, looking at his face before realizing it was a small moan.
Dean let out a quiet breath, feeling his own erection starting to swell in his jeans. He repeated the motion against Cas's nipped, earning him another small moan. He bit his lip, noticing the small pick nub begin to react to the touch. Dean took a shaky breath, deciding to try something a little bolder. He leaned his head down toward Castiel's chest, before sticking his tongue out to flick at his nipple. Another moan escaped Cas's lips as Dean did it again, this time lightly sucking the nipple into his mouth. He tensed up when he felt Cas start to stir, panic building in his chest.
He decided not to push his luck, and went to leave before wanting to do just one more thing.
He looked down at Cas's face, his lips still slightly parted.
Dean licked his lips before leaving down, pressing his lips against Cas's.
It took everything in his power not to tear the blanket off Cas and have his way with him. He easily could have, and boy did he want to.
But he resisted the urge, opting to get out of there before he took it any further.
oOo
Dean pretty much sped home, not caring if he caused an accident. He was running on adrenaline, he felt excitement that he never experienced before.
When he reached his apartment, he quietly stepped in, softly closing the door as to not wake Sam.
He quickly fled to his room, stripping down to his boxers to get comfortable for bed. He flopped down onto his bed, sighing before remembering the photos he took.
He smiled excitedly to himself, unlocking his phone, starting to review the photos he took of Cas, causing the heat to return to his groin.
He slid his hand down his torso, slipping it into his boxers. He let out a whimper as he ran his fingers up and down his length, before taking himself into his hand. He closed his eyes, as he gathered the pre-come that gathered on his tip to help slick himself up.
His thoughts flooded to Castiel. To kissing him. To sucking on the man's chest. He let out a groan, starting to fist his cock faster. He needed release, he was going to explode. Cas was going to make him explode.
"Cas..." he moaned quietly, imagining that it was Cas's long nimble fingers wrapped around his cock.
"Mmm.. Cas...fuck...fuck..." He cried out, feeling his release fill his boxers, coating his hand.
He shuddered, letting out a shaky breath.
"Cas..." he breathed, barely audible, before cleaning himself up and falling into the deepest sleep he's had in years.