Chapter Three: Cooking Up A Little More Than Food

A few days after Castiel moved in, Dean had called Sam to tell him to "get his panties out of a bunch," because now he could get more reliable meds and still afford to keep the apartment. Sam had ignored all of his insults and just sounded generally relieved for him which irritated Dean a bit with the whole 'you have an alpha around to keep you safe' feeling in his tone. Dean just decided to disregard it and end the call before he could start to get angry again.

The first couple of weeks with Castiel in his nest were stiff and a bit awkward, but true to the dark angel's word, he had been having less headaches and for that alone he was grateful. Hard to work in a loud auto-repair shop when you feel like your head might just explode. Most of the time though, when Castiel was home, Dean was working and vice versa, but when they did run into each other, Castiel had managed to diffuse any uncomfortable situation by asking him about his various and proudly displayed rock albums, or the cars he had worked on that day. In other words, he was a pretty cool guy and Dean just started feeling comfortable around him.

Around a month into their cohabitation, Dean had started to teach Castiel a few things about cooking, stating that any man who couldn't make his own bacon cheeseburger when needed would surely die. When Castiel was cleaning the sink of the messy burger ingredients they had used, Dean was zoning out into his beer as he leaned against the counter. He was thinking about how funny Castiel had looked in the frilly apron that Dean had bought as a prank-gift for Sam, and how childishly wide and excited his eyes looked when he had taken his first bite of the ultimate burgers they had made. A tap to the arm and the calling of his name gained Dean's focus when he turned to see that Castiel's face was barely an inch away. Dean flipped out, stumbling to get his personal space back when he tripped and thought he would hit the wall, but warm fingers laced through his hair and took the blunt of the force against the wall while Castiel's other hand had skillfully caught the beer that had almost shattered to the floor. In this position, Castiel had no way to support the rest of his body weight, which meant that he had ended up chest to thigh against Dean. Dean felt his body react before he could even assess the situation himself. His skin heated to unbearable levels and his wings flung forward under Castiel's in the fall.

"Are you alright?" Castiel had asked with darker blues of worry in the eyes of his plain expression. Dean couldn't help but wonder at them and how nicely his light brown and yellow speckled hawk-like wings fit against the black and blue shades of Castiel's raven-like ones. Dean cursed at himself as he quickly withdrew his wings and side-stepped out of Castiel's semi-embrace.

"Uh, yeah... thanks." he muttered quickly as he grabbed his beer from Castiel and retreated to his room. He set the beer down next to his bed and practically ran into the bathroom to shut himself inside. "Fuck." he whispered as he looked himself in the mirror. His pupils were blown wide, his cheeks flushed as his skin still burned and worst of all, he had an undeniable hard-on protesting against the zipper of his jeans. "Shit, shit, shit..." Dean chanted as he turned on all the taps and after turning on the coldest shower water, threw off his clothes and stepped inside. The icy water made him curse with more ferocity, but it seemed to be doing it's job as his skin painfully prickled until he couldn't feel the heat anymore and his erection was flagged too as he calmed down and rested his head against the shower tiles. He could still feel the steady fingers gently cupping the back of his head and Castiel's warm and taught body pressed flush against him. Dean's erection returned to full attention and he cursed loudly as his wings flared out defiantly. "Well shit." he said as he gathered his thoughts and just went along with his body for once. He slid a calloused hand down his tight stomach and gasped when he wrapped a hand fully around his cock. He resumed his chanting as his hand slid up the length, aided by the water, and he picked up a fast rhythm that made him grunt and- although he would never admit it- moan softly as he thought about Castiel. He came to the brink faster than he'd like to admit and hissed when he felt warmth running down the back of his legs from his own omega slick, a sign that his body was practically begging to be fucked up against the tiles by the alpha roaming about his nest. Instead, in frustration, he roughly cleaned himself off and let the water run over his wings until they were heavy and water-logged. There, now instead of whoring it out for his roommate (which he rationally decided was mostly his own fault and his shitty omega instincts, not Castiel's), he could spend the next couple of hours drying and grooming his neglected wings. When he finally got out of the shower his wings were close to dragging on the floor. He looked in the mirror and was content to find that he didn't look sex-crazed anymore, but he looked tired and pale from being in the cold water for so long. He needed to go to the hospital for new meds as soon as possible.

In the kitchen, Castiel pondered over Dean's reaction as he rubbed the knuckles that had hit the wall when he saved his roommate's head. Dean had been thinking pretty deeply so Castiel had closed the distance between them so that he could ask him about his medication since he had started to waft an intoxicating scent with his wings that made Castiel go weak in his decision-making-process. Dean didn't want him, or rather he craved him only because he was an alpha in close proximity. Considering that Castiel had ignored Dean's boundaries and almost in a haze gone into his personal space, nearly causing him injury, Castiel felt he deserved more pain than his aching knuckles. He tried to keep his distance, but now knowing how nice it felt to be pressed up against Dean's body... Castiel suppressed a growl as he made his way to the second bedroom in the apartment where he was staying. Once inside he closed the door and slammed his back against it. Every instinct left in his body was screaming at him to go back out there and take the delicious omega, bend him over and pound into him until he knotted, but that wasn't what Dean wanted. Castiel's breathing became heavy as he noticed the tent that had formed in his pants. He growled as he rubbed his hand over it, savoring the friction that he shouldn't be enjoying so damn much. Dean didn't want him, but damn it he desperately wanted the younger angel. He wanted him and ignored all other possible mates his family had thrown at him since the day he laid eyes on Dean Winchester. He groaned as he remembered his nursing days when he had first come across teenage Dean, the young angel barely even noticing him as he fidgeted uncomfortably with the fact that he would have to tell the doctor everything in order to get the right prescription to mask his obviously overbearing omega hormones. But it wasn't just that, it was the way he glared every alpha who looked his way straight on as if he would destroy the whole building if any of them touched him. Castiel admired that flame that resided in the young angel's skin and eyes, even extending to the tips of his beautiful, soft wings. Castiel admired how even now, Dean would not give in to just anyone, that he would fight to keep himself out of an unwanted mating. Even if Castiel now desperately wished that Dean would drop his tough shield and copulate furiously with him and only him, but that was not what Dean wanted. He didn't want an alpha, he didn't want to get pregnant or mate, he wanted a roommate that wouldn't touch him and could pay their half of the rent.