(A/N: Thank you all for the reviews, favorites and follows. ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ
And here's a bit more sex.
Um. Sorry.
But enjoy!)
The next time Dean saw Castiel, he didn't bother playing coy or beating around the bush. He practically tackled the Alpha from behind, startling Castiel and sending him sprawling on the pool table he'd been standing by. He had maybe an inch or two and a few pounds on the Alpha but he didn't think he'd be able to take Castiel down so easily (he'd gleefully learned Castiel was stronger than he looked and was a fast little bastard).
He snickered and patted Castiel's ass, pushing the trench coat out of the way, shamelessly copping a feel through the dark sensible slacks before backing off a little.
Castiel rolled to the left and righted himself, glaring playfully at an amused, smirking Dean. He'd noticed the Omega the moment he'd walked in, Dean's scent catching his attention mere moments before he saw him, but hadn't known how to react. He didn't know if it was mere coincidence that brought Dean there again. Dean hadn't said whether or not their encounter was anything but some extremely satisfying Heat sex, a one-time occurrence and no expectation of more. It wasn't the first time he'd helped an Omega through a Heat but it was the first time he'd been tempted to bite down that little extra, pull away and see his teeth marks embedded in smooth, tanned, freckled skin.
He had hoped he'd see Dean again, but he knew better than to rely on it since they hadn't even exchanged phone numbers.
Dean's grin grew. Even if Castiel was going for the stony-faced look, he could smell the Alpha's pleasure at seeing him, see the way blue eyes were practically twinkling. He stepped closer, sliding in close to Castiel's front and practically under his arm. "Hey, Cas."
"Hello, Dean. How are you?"
Dean huffed a laugh and shook his head, amused by Cas' politeness. It was weird, being as how they'd seen each other naked and sweaty and twisted in unflattering positions, but he'd play along. Wouldn't be the first time he'd ran into a bed partner in the daylight hours (and Cas was still just as hot, if not more so, unlike some previous encounters).
"Peachy. How're you?" he asked, gaze dropping to Cas' neck. There were still light purple marks at the base of Cas' throat and Dean knew they went all the way down, across his collarbone and chest and down his belly. Dean practically purred at seeing them.
He also really wanted to latch his teeth there and refresh them. He knew Cas wouldn't mind; kinky bastard loved it, nearly blew his load for the third time when Dean marked up his hips and thighs during a jaw-cracking blowjob.
"I'm well, thank you," Castiel replied, as if he didn't have Dean standing close enough to feel his warmth against him, the tempting scent filling his senses with Dean and Omega. He switched the pool cue to his other hand and his now-free hand settled on Dean's denim clad hip, thumb sliding through a belt loop. "Just passing through?" he asked, pleased when he sounded causal.
Dean laughed again, rolling his eyes. He shimmied closer, pleased to see Cas' breathing hitch and his Adam's apple bob quickly as he swallowed. Good. "C'mon, man, don't play hard to get. I'm, like, two seconds away from humping your leg like a damn Labrador."
"That would be regrettable," Castiel agreed, face impassive. It was an effort but he really did enjoy seeing Dean's grin, the flirty expression that made his green eyes warm and affectionately crinkled in the corners.
He took a moment to unsubtly scent Dean, nose twitching with the warm, but decidedly different, scent. "No longer in Heat?" he murmured, lips grazing along Dean's neck. Dean still had a very pleasing scent, mellow and warm and very enticing all on its own. The lack of Heat just made him hum lazily, content and warm instead of white-hot urgency.
Dean tried not to shiver, his skin breaking out in goosebumps against his will as the tip of Cas' nose traced a line from his neck to just behind his ear. "Nope," he breathed, head tilting of its own accord when Cas' mouth slid up and lips pressed into the soft hollow behind his ear, a hint of tongue sliding along the warm skin. Jesus, he knew he wasn't in Heat but Cas' mouth (and that sneaky thumb sliding along his skin under his shirt) was making him react like he was.
He hadn't even meant to stop by this place again but he'd been unable to resist when he saw Cas' dinged-up, fugly gold Lincoln out front. He might've debated for a few moments before he climbed out of the car and headed inside but that hesitation and doubt all seemed really stupid now. Now that Cas was plastered against his side and still pressing soft, chaste, sweet little kisses along his jaw. He almost wanted to squirm away from the sensation even if he liked it; it was weird to have anyone treat him such a way. Especially in public. Even if that someone was obviously an Alpha.
"Cas."
Castiel hummed, nose dragging along a fluttering pulse point. He inhaled sharply, enjoying the musky-sweet scent of Dean without a Heat to muddle his senses. Dean smelled divine and he sniffed again, nose brazenly pressed into Dean's hairline.
"Cas," Dean repeated, tone a little sharper as he wriggled a little to get out from under Cas' hands. He didn't want to have to punch the guy off him but he was so close to embarrassing himself. Probably Cas too if their indecent actions got anyone's attention.
He tried not to overreact when he caught sight of Sam out of the corner of his eye. He knew his brother wouldn't give him shit about Cas, but he didn't want to tempt things. Sam, as much as he hated it or tried to deny it, was a lot like their dad in many ways and Dean really wasn't in the mood to deal with any Alpha posturing or bullshit over Dean's obvious interest in Cas.
Castiel pulled away, blinking slowly. He registered the flush to Dean's cheeks that was not from arousal and took a step back but didn't drop his hand. "My apologies," he murmured sincerely, squeezing Dean's hip gently before letting go. Now that he wasn't in Dean's personal space, the Omega's scent overpowering everything else, he realized they had an audience. He glanced over at the tall Alpha standing a few feet away and drew himself up to his full height without even realizing it.
He wasn't exactly pleased with the way the other Alpha was looking at Dean and he was stepping in front of the Omega on instinct.
"Sam," Dean huffed out, rolling his eyes. He didn't know if he should smack Cas away (because, really?) or kick Sam's ass out of the bar. He really didn't need a damn babysitter. Cas eased back once he realized the Alpha wasn't a stranger, and his brother no less (because apparently Cas had been listening when he talked about Sam between Heat-addled babbling).
He wasn't sure what to do with the little bubble of affection that surfaced for the nerdy Alpha that probably didn't stand a chance against Sam but still tried.
Sam grinned and shuffled closer, amused probably more than he should be to see someone pulling some blatant Alpha moves on Dean. And his brother wasn't exactly complaining or sticking a foot up his ass. Huh.
"Hey. I'm Sam," he said, offering a hand, posture deliberately relaxed. The Alpha practically glued to Dean's side was quick to clasp it, grip firm but not challengingly so. He grinned when the Alpha looked him over, blue eyes squinted with curious interest.
"Castiel." He shook the proffered hand twice, polite and business-like, dropping it a moment later.
Sam just stood there, resisting the urge to bounce on the balls of his feet and trying not to grin. It should probably be awkward, but he was enjoying the moment. Dean was glaring at him, mouthing at him to 'get lost, asshole' but he pretended he couldn't see it as he eyed Castiel. "So."
Castiel merely inclined his head and kept his attention on Sam, politely waiting for further conversation. Dean was restless at his side, no longer touching but close enough he could feel each time Dean shifted his weight on his feet or fiddled with a button on his shirt. He hadn't taken Dean for a fidgeter but he expected Sam had a lot to do with Dean's behavior. He wanted to sooth Dean's worries but he didn't think that would go over well at the moment so he stayed still, maintained respectful eye contact with Sam and waited.
"You come here a lot?" Sam asked, casually crossing his arms over his chest. He ignored Dean's scoff and kept his gaze on the other Alpha, flexing his arms a little. (And again ignoring Dean's amused little scoffing huff at the subtle action. Neither of them were really posturing but it didn't hurt to remind the guy.)
Castiel shrugged. "Not really," he admitted, glancing at Dean from the corner of his eye. He'd only been there twice now, he'd only been tempted to return because he'd hoped he'd see Dean again. He got the impression Dean traveled quite a bit but was staying in town for a while.
"Just passing through?"
Castiel's eyes narrowed a little at the other Alpha's tone. "Yes." He could feel Dean tense beside him for the briefest moment and looked over. He was quite sure he'd made that clear... And he didn't think Dean would care, not with the nature of their 'relationship' thus far. But Dean wasn't quick enough to hide the disappointment that turned his scent bitter for a moment and he found himself leaning closer on instinct, his hand settling at the small of Dean's back.
He lowered his voice, eyeing Dean with curiosity, an apology in his expression. "I neglected to mention that."
Dean shrugged, trying not to give a shit. "Yeah, but so are we, so..." he trailed off, sliding his hands into his pockets so he wouldn't fidget some more or grab onto Cas or something equally, epically stupid. His stomach felt oddly twisted up and he didn't know why he really cared. It wasn't like he wanted there to be anything but some awesome sex between them. Cas was still staring at him, blue eyes wide and earnest and he kind of hated that he wanted to melt into a puddle and wrap himself around the Alpha and kiss him stupid.
It took him a moment to remember Sam was there and was probably watching every damn move he made, his huge, pointy nose tuned into to every nuance even as he continued speaking to Cas. Dean forced himself to lean away, propping his butt on the pool table's edge, a safe distance away from Cas. He looked around the bar, deliberately ignoring Sam and Cas, the two Alphas' voices nothing but a low drone in the background as they continued their conversation.
At least they weren't posturing or doing anything stupid, so Dean wandered off since he didn't have to worry about them pissing on each other or beating each other up (for... whatever reason Alphas did that shit). He was thirsty and he wasn't about to stand there a moment longer than he had to, listening to Sam and Cas talk about... whatever. He sort of tuned them both out when Sam's face got that geeked-out expression and Cas just went along with it, looking genuinely interested in a way that Dean had to (badly) fake most times.
He sidled up to the bar and smiled at the same Beta bartender he'd met that first night. It wasn't until she'd placed three opened bottles of beer on the bar before him that he realized what he'd ordered. He mentally shrugged and pulled one closer, taking a long pull before turning around, leaning his elbows against the bar.
Dean hung out at the bar for a little bit, taking in the goings-on around him but mostly using the distance to safely watch Sam and Cas talk as he sipped at his beer. They were both relaxed and he could only guess what they were talking about that had both Alphas calm, Sam gesturing excitedly with his hands occasionally. Cas almost smiling every so often, giving Sam respectful attention.
He didn't quite know how to categorize the weird feeling in his chest, so he ignored it and poured more beer on top of it. But he'd left Sam and Cas alone long enough. He kicked off from the bar, took a deep breath as he snagged the other two beers by the sweaty necks and headed back over to his brother and Cas.
He handed the beers over, nodding when they both said 'thanks' and went back to their discussion. Sam quickly lifted his beer and slugged half of it in one gulp, Cas just stared at his for a moment before he took a measured sip, blue eyes flicking over to Dean for a long moment before giving his attention back to Sam. Dean just shot the Alpha a flirty grin instead of squirming with discomfort (or an ill-timed spark of lust) at the look and leaned against the pool table.
Dean just watched, apparently fading into the background now that the beers were delivered. Sam and Cas discovered a share interest and were geeking out together. Something to do with Latin, if he were to guess, but he hadn't been paying attention to anything but Cas' scent, how damn warm he was and the way his shoulders filled out his trench coat. He wasn't sure if he should be pleased or annoyed to have been forgotten about.
He was going to go with pleased when Sam clapped Cas on the shoulder, a smile on his face that made all sorts of things wiggle and warm in him and his damn Omega parts. OK. So Cas was practically a stranger (that had the awesome pleasure of being in his pants for a few hours) but he still felt all flushed and almost giggly to see him get along with Sammy. Because. Well, anything could happen and them getting along could only be good.
Dean watched them talk for a few more minutes, trying and failing to control the warm curl of interest in his gut as he not-so-discretely ogled Cas. It was a strange thing but he figured it was just left-over lust from the last time he saw Cas and they'd put rabbits to shame. They'd nearly broke the motel's cheap bed (and for sure broke the shower later on).
Sure, he and Sam talked. But their interests rarely intersected, so discussions were usually about stupid shit, pack stuff, or Hunting. Seeing Sam so excited as he talked with Cas pleased Dean more than anything else. An odd little contented feeling settled warm and low, making him swallow more often and have to look away so he didn't do anything embarrassing like gather the two idiots in a group hug or something.
And Cas. Well, the Alpha's easy way with Sam seemed to do all sorts of stupid shit to his insides, his Omega parts singing the Alpha's praises and going all gooey and starry-eyed.
By the time Dean was draining his beer, he was definitely aroused—half-hard and squeezing his cheeks together every so often just to enjoy the pleasurably throbbing ache and warm wet of building slick. It was a warm, lazy sort of arousal; one he wasn't altogether used to in comparison to the hot, dirty quick ways it usually happened, but he was really enjoying it nonetheless.
Cas was looking at him now, eyes dark, lips a little shiny like he'd been licking them. Dean realized they'd been staring at each other long enough for Sam to wander off. With an effort, he looked away from Cas to find him. It wouldn't be the first time Dean ditched his brother at a bar but he figured he could at least make the effort...
"Bar," Castiel said, voice low and rough.
He'd been very aware of Dean's growing arousal for the past few minutes and he felt a little embarrassed that Sam had backed away, eyes darting between them pointedly, and walked off with an eye roll and a huff of amused laughter. Sam had wiggled his empty beer bottle before he'd turned away, but Castiel knew it was merely an excuse. He'd feel guilty for essentially chasing the other Alpha off, especially one in Dean's pack, but Dean was very distracting.
Sam's good humor about the situation helped as well, oddly enough. Castiel was sure if there was a challenge in the other Alpha's expression or body language, he would have done a better job at controlling himself.
Dean nearly shivered as he remembered how awesome it was to hear that voice whispering things into his ear. He nodded and swallowed with a little effort, clearing his throat and looking away. And yup, Sam was at the bar. But he looked settled, comfortable on a stool, like he didn't intend to come back any time soon. He looked back to Cas, not at all surprised to see the Alpha less than a foot away.
And dammit, it was all kinds of stupid but he needed the Alpha. Right the fuck now. And Dean Winchester did not make a habit of ignoring his wants and needs. He set his beer down and deftly avoided the Alpha's hands when Cas reached for him, correctly reading some signal Dean was no doubt sending. Poor dude looked confused when he slipped away with a grin but Cas didn't press the issue.
"Gotta hit the head," Dean said, backing away two steps. Cas frowned a little but nodded, hands sliding into his pockets. Dean could see the material bulge as Cas fisted them. He nodded back and deliberately brushed past Cas to head towards the bathroom. "Might need a hand," he whispered as he went.
He sent a wink over his shoulder, nearly laughing when Cas finally caught on, eyes going wide for a moment and then Cas pulled one hand out of his pocket to send him a thumbs up and a very unsubtle wink back to show he understood.
Dean wondered when the hell he started to find dorky little Alphas sexy, but a last glance back at Cas and he couldn't really find a reason to question it. Dorky little guy or not, Cas was fucking gorgeous. It didn't hurt he was awesome in bed, too.
He passed his brother at the bar on the way to the bathroom, happily ignoring Sam's eye roll and grossed out expression (because Sam was a bit of a prude but not stupid) and sauntered towards the bathroom, fighting the urge to glance over his shoulder again to see if Cas was following and he slapped the door open. He wondered how long it would be before Cas followed him—
"Dean," Castiel growled softly, pressing Dean up against the bathroom door.
Not very long, apparently, Dean thought with a giddy thrill as Cas pressed close, bodies slamming into each other. The heavy wood door was cool against his back, it seemed like solid wood so it should hold up. His head fell back with a soft sound of pleasure when Cas' hips aligned with his, the pressure a good start. Awesome; Cas wasn't beating around the bush this time.
Castiel heard Dean groan, green eyes widened with surprise for only a moment before fluttering half-way closed as he grinned back, flirty and warm. He grunted softly and he couldn't help the pleased rumble that came out of his mouth at that but Dean just laughed, head dipping back a little, and grabbed him by the hair for another kiss.
He went willingly, hands sliding down Dean's sides to wrap around his hips, cursing the thick denim that kept his fingers from feeling warm skin. He groaned softly when Dean nipped at his bottom lip, tongue sliding along it as he pulled away. He panted softly, eyeing Dean and waiting for the Omega to make the next move.
He had no issue with just some kissing, but the sharp-sweet smell of slick and the nascent erection pressing against his thigh were very tempting and he might have silently prayed it wouldn't be ending with only some wet, heated kisses.
Dean leaned back into the door, sighing softly with contentment when Cas didn't let him go far; caging him in with his body, pressing closer until their belt buckles clinked softly. "Cas." He shoved at Cas' trench coat with his palms, grinning again when the Alpha eagerly wiggled his arms so it would fall off, falling to the floor and forgotten. He didn't know why he was doing this... He didn't go back for seconds (or, well, fourths—technically) but Cas was just too damn sexy and amazing with his hands for Dean's sanity.
His head thunked back against the door when those hands worked his belt open with deft movements, the button and zip on his jeans following with two flicks of Cas' wrist. Jesus, how did he do that? His eyes narrowed as he considered what kind of practice an Alpha would need to be that damn smooth but before he could say anything stupid, something irrationally jealous, Cas' hand was sliding down his belly and wrapped a hot, firm hand around him.
"Fuck," Dean breathed out, fingers digging into the meat of Cas' sides as he arched into Cas' hand. "C'mon," he whined when Cas only teased him, stroking up his stomach, eyes down to watch the muscles flutter and twitch. His pants and underwear were bunched around his knees, lots of room for Cas to get busy but making moving awkward so he couldn't get closer.
Castiel looked up and nodded. It was tempting to tease a little (Dean made the most beautiful sounds), but it was difficult to deny him when he wanted the same thing. He leaned in close, humming softly when Dean was quick to kiss him again, teeth and lips dragging down his chin and jaw to mouth at his neck, his nose sliding up until it was nestled right behind his ear and scenting him.
He shuddered a little when Dean's tongue teased at the delicate skin there, teeth quick and sharp on an earlobe before moving away, stubble dragging wonderfully and leaving tingling, goosebumped skin in its wake.
"You too," Dean said, pulling away just enough to get his hands on Cas' belt too. Of course, there was no objection and Cas watched with dark eyes, gaze intense, as Dean worked his pants open and fumbled Cas' boxers down just enough. He groaned soft and low when his fingers brushed Cas, hot and heavy, flushed and slick with pre-come already. "Yeah," he moaned to himself, wrapping his hand around the thick length.
Castiel grunted softly, hips stuttering into Dean's grip. He wasn't sure when they'd been reduced to rutting pups chasing their first orgasm, but he didn't care. Not when Dean yanked him closer by his tie, pressing in close enough he could align their erections and grip them both. He practically dove forward, crowding Dean, a hungry sound pressed to Dean's mouth.
Dean let go of Cas' tie and his other hand was restless; roaming Cas' back and ass, shoving the bunched up underwear down to Cas' mid-thigh, sliding up Cas' shirt to rub over his stomach, ribs and nipples. Everything he did seemed to crank Cas' shaft because his dick would twitch, blurt out more pre-come and Cas would moan, low and filthy like this wasn't just a clumsy hand-job in a seedy bar bathroom.
Cas' hand on him felt great. So so good. Those long, agile fingers somehow able to grip and pump, slid back to circle around where he was just starting to leak slick and then press along his perineum even as he jacked Dean off. It was a little overwhelming, really. Few people that he'd been with bothered to focus on his dick once they realize he was an Omega, once they smelled or saw the slick.
Dean didn't mind the attention shifting to his ass. It felt good. Awesome even and worked like a charm to get him off so he was happy to go with the flow. But his dick worked too, and it was awesome Cas knew that. He was moaning, hips rutting into Cas' fist and trying to keep the rhythm he was working Cas. Cas' mouth covered his, kissing a little, but mostly just panting wetly against him, trying to muffle the noises he was making, a clumsy effort to reduce the echoed moans and grunts off the tiled walls.
He wasn't normally all that loud or vocal, but Cas was making up for it. The Alpha was saying all sorts of filthy things, things Dean wouldn't have expected if he hadn't already known Cas was a talker, hadn't heard it before. Relatively clear headed, not all Alpha-brained from his Heat, Cas' breathed out praise and confessions were even better. He grabbed for Cas' tie again, smashing their chests and mouths together, trying to shut Cas up before he came in 5 seconds.
But the way the Alpha groaned about how big Dean was, the way Cas' looked down to see how Dean filled his hand, the hint that Cas—an Alpha—was getting off on the idea of feeling Dean inside him—
And Dean was done, coming all over their fists and Cas' stomach with a filthy moan. He shuddered when Cas kept going, getting oversensitive. But it still felt too good to stop as Cas kept pumping, hips jerking and his breath coming in sharp little pants and breathy grunting, moans until Cas finally came.
Dean nearly laughed, relieved for once it wasn't a full-on knot orgasm or there'd be jizz everywhere. Even so, it was all over him, smeared in his pubes and up the stripe of exposed skin of his belly. Cas wasn't much better, but at least it didn't get on either of their clothes.
Dean wasn't sure when the heated, wet, open mouthed, teeth-and-tongue filled kisses as they rutted and jerked each other turned... sweet. Cas' lips and mouth soft as he pecked and gently sucked at Dean's bottom lip instead of biting it. Cas' thumb gently sweeping along his cheekbone, their noses brushing every-so-often before Cas finally leaned back enough they weren't breathing each other's air.
He closed his eyes, leaning back and trying to get his breath back as he enjoyed the lingering pleasure, when he felt Cas' fingers poking and rubbing at his stomach. He lazily open one eye and glanced down for a moment before meeting Cas' eyes, eyebrows raised.
"Kinky, dude," Dean muttered when he realized what Cas was doing. It almost tickled as Cas' practically finger-painted in his own come, smearing it around and rubbing it in. He twitched away with a surprised laugh when Cas got too close to his over-sensitive dick. "Woah, I ain't fifteen anymore."
Castiel offered a small smile and finally dropped his hand. He stared at the mess on Dean's belly with rapt fascination. As much as he wanted to leave Dean as he was, he knew better. He finally stepped away and leaned over to activate the paper towel dispenser. Dean merely watched him, eyes still heavily lidded with pleasure, as Cas wet the towel and carefully wiped up the mess between them as best he could. Admittedly, it wasn't his best attempt but Dean made no comment about the mediocre clean-up or the spot or two he missed.
Castiel gave himself a perfunctory wipe as well, more than content to be redolent of Dean but not wanting to look completely debauched once he left the semi-privacy of the bathroom. Once they were presentable, moderately cleaned up and clothes righted, he waited. Unsure of what to do now. He couldn't help staring at Dean, even if the Omega looked a little discomforted at the attention.
Dean eyed Cas for a moment before clearing his throat. "'M hungry, wanna grab some grub?" God, he was stupid but he couldn't help blurting it out. He wasn't quite ready to let Cas go and he just stood there, silently praying that Cas would agree. Or at least turn him down in a way that didn't make him want to crawl into a hole with a fifth of whiskey for a while.
"Yes," Castiel said, nodding eagerly. He offered Dean a smile when the Omega just looked back, stunned, ready to bolt. Or possibly throw up. "Um. Worked up quite the appetite," he attempted to joke, hoping to lighten the strangely tense mood surrounding them and that he wouldn't offend.
Dean gaped for a moment before breaking out into laughter, shaking his head and headed out of the bathroom. He didn't have to look to know Cas was following closely, like a puppy.
(A/N: Ugh, sorry this one took longer than I expected, but this damn chapter just didn't feel right and kept fighting me. I eventually just had to admit defeat, edit as best I could and hope it wasn't too horrible LOL I will admit it's mainly [smutty] filler, a bit of a bridge for the next bits...
And the smut will taper off, so it's not going to be all smut, all the time. heh.
Thanks for reading!)