Title: Seeing Double
Rating: M
Characters/Pairing: Dean & Castiel
Summary: While hot on the tail of their newest unidentified bad guy, one sleazy motel room and an almost unhealthy amount of hard liquor find our two favorite boys in a very compromising position that is witnessed by a dangerous third party. Cas gets taken and tensions rise as Dean fights against the clock to save his angel—and deal with some new feelings that have taken root.
A/N: Well, I didn't really wanna cut the boys short, so this kind of turned out to be a really long chapter. This and the next chapter are kind of going to turn sort of PWP, but bear with me. It's all a part of the process!
"D-Dean—," Cas protested, although his vessel's body betrayed his words as his hips bucked back up against Dean's, the larger man grinding up against him. His half-hearted exclamations were replaced by soft little whimpers and moans, as Dean's lips were suddenly hot and heavy against his own.
Castiel felt an almost dizzying warmth spreading through his body, and he would have reached up to scrabble at the Winchester's jacket for support but the hunter had his wrists pinned against the car, Dean's lips working against his own in a heated, urgent, and almost animalistic manner. Castiel found his eyes slamming shut, although he wasn't sure of what to do with his lips in response and he was pretty sure they were breaching the time that any average human being would have stopped to take a breath.
Dean must have been dimly aware of the angel's hesitance because one of his hands snaked down to Cas's ass, squeezing it tightly and meriting a surprised moan from the angel. He took advantage of the momentary parting of Castiel's lips and suddenly it was teeth clashing against teeth, Dean's tongue exploring the cavern of Cas's mouth with dizzying and overwhelming expertise.
Cas finally managed to drag himself away from the kiss, pillow lips swollen from Dean's kissing—that, in Castiel's defense, had been fine-tuned to an almost pornographic level. Struggling to catch his breath, Cas moved away as Dean once again tried catching his lips between in his own, shaking his head as both the taste and the stench of alcohol on his charge's breath assaulted his senses.
"C'mon, Cas, don't be like that." Dean grunted, the rough, grating texture of his voice going straight to Castiel's groin as the hunter went in for more lip action.
"Dean, we should—Dean we should stop, you're drunk, you don't know what you're doing." Castiel said almost fearfully, as if Dean would suddenly come out of his alcohol-induced stupor and yell at him. Dean chuckled, pressing himself up against Castiel even further and eliciting a sharp whimper from the angel's lips.
"I'm not doing this 'cause I'm drunk, Cas…I want you." Dean said, his eyes glinting almost deviously in the dim light of the streetlamp overhead. His voice slurred as if his tongue had suddenly grown too large for his mouth, but before Castiel could contemplate what this meant in relation to the amount of alcohol he consumed, Dean was diving down onto the bared expanse of Cas's neck, sucking hard.
The effect was immediate; Castiel was sold. Dean's unfair sexual advantage brought him to his knees—almost literally. The feeling of Dean moving up his neck, along his Adam's apple, and the sensation of the chilled air stinging against the gleaming trail of saliva left behind sent pleasurable chills up and down his spine. It was almost too much, all of this vulnerability and raw, over sensitized feeling. He had no idea what would happen next, could not imagine what could possibly be better than this white-hot electricity that coursed through his body.
Both of Dean's hands were suddenly busy gripping Castiel's firm ass, hoisting him up so that Cas's legs were straddling him, crossed helplessly behind the hunter's broad, strong back. Dean pressed Cas further against the car to support some of his weight, grinding against him and drawing out a string of delicious mewls and moans from the smaller man. Dean's teeth clashed with Castiel's neck again, biting and licking until he moved back up to Cas's mouth.
"Fuck, Cas." Dean growled into the kiss. The angel was a quick study, his lips now moving in time with Dean's, tongue poking out shyly like a turtle from its shell and making Dean smile at the bumbling, endearing inexperience. It was such a fucking turn on that he was hardly coherent enough to gruffly mutter one almost unintelligible word—'room'. Before Cas could say anything Dean was pushing him towards their motel room, fumbling hopelessly with the key as he continued to busy himself with those gorgeous lips. Finally, Castiel took the keys from him, sticking them into the door and flinging it open. He hardly had enough time to get both of them in and shut it before Dean was tackling him once again, slamming him up against the motel room wall in a way that was a little too Dean-like to be considered violent.
Suddenly, Dean stopped, and he gazed down into Cas's eyes with a whole lot of sincerity and concern. "Cas, are you okay with this?" he asked, his hot, enticing breath blowing hot against Castiel's face and down his neck. The angel nodded eagerly, pressing himself up against Dean and he whimpered at the sudden absence of contact—he fucking whimpered. Dean almost took him right then and there, up against some dingy wall in a one-star motel room, but Castiel opened his mouth to say something.
"Dean, I want...I want to—give myself to you." He said, his voice so full of adoration and innocence and want that Dean was almost positive he didn't deserve, but fuck it; with Cas looking up at him with those sultry doe eyes and swollen lips he couldn't bring himself to care.
He caught Cas's lips with his own, this time slowing the kiss down and allowing Cas some time to catch up. The angel's tongue flicked out, running along Dean's lip and making him shiver with pleasure, and suddenly he was nearly ripping Castiel's jacket and shirt off, viciously unbuttoning as Castiel fumbled to get Dean's shirt up and over his head. Dean smiled at the innocent attempt, pulling away for a moment and shrugging out of the shirt to reveal his broad, muscular chest. He moved on to Cas's clothes, successfully getting his shirt off (he might have ripped a few of the buttons, but with Cas panting and moaning like that, who could blame him?) and running his hands along the expanse of the surprisingly soft skin of his narrow shoulders and chest. He moved on to the pants…they were growing tighter, the angel's throbbing arousal straining desperately against the bonds of clothing. Dean licked his lips, unzipping them with an almost intimidating vigor that fascinated Castiel.
Soon they were both in just their boxers, Dean's body flush against Cas's, hitching the angel back up so that the smaller man was straddling his waist yet again. This time he had the wall for leverage, and he dug his fingers into the indulgent skin of Castiel's thighs. As Cas adjusted himself, crossing his legs tighter across Dean's back, he inadvertently meshed their groins together, the only barrier between their erections being the thin cloth of their boxers. Castiel threw his head back and moaned, hands scrabbling uselessly against Dean's chest until they found purchase on his shoulders. His fingers climbed searchingly up Dean's hard, muscular skin until they found the raised, smooth texture of his very own handprint, branded forever. Just as his fingers made contact with that little piece of Grace that he had left behind, it was as if an electric shock had passed through both of them and Dean was suddenly shoving Cas further up the wall, making his way towards what looked like the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" Cas asked breathlessly, although the way he stared trustingly up into Dean's eyes proved that Dean could probably do anything at this given moment and the angel would accept it.
"The bathroom—sink—better leverage, mmm," Dean managed to pant out as he hiked Castiel's pliant form up a little further.
A/N: Love it? Hate it? Let me know! Okay, okay, I know. I'm a pain in the ass with these cliffhangers. You're all just going to have to deal with me and my hatred super long chapters. Please leave me any comments with criticisms! The next chapter is going to be kind of PWP, but I promise that's not all it's gonna be. I'm just planting the seeds for their beautiful, budding romance! All right, ew. Leaving now.