First off, sorry this chapter is a little late. Dragqueencas and I had a busy week, so it took us a bite to look it over one last time. Also we made a couple changes, so that took a bite of time too.

We also changed the name from "Safe With You" to "Vetito". And I want to give a huge shout of to my friend AndromedaeStarStorm69 over on FanFiction for helping me out with the new title. You are awesome!

Constructive criticism is welcome.

Warnings: rimming, oral and anal sex


The next two weeks were fraught with tension. Cas felt shitty about himself, but it didn't stop him from flirting with Dean every chance he got.

Cas got his actual chore after lunch, helping Kevin with everything in the kitchen. He did simple tasks, such as cleaning dishes, peeling potatoes and putting pots of water on the stove. Cas loved it. He loved providing for others, even though Kevin did most of the work. Cas still felt important. The job also allowed opportunities to tease Dean—frequently. If he happened to be in the kitchen at the same time as Cas, the young boy would find as many ways as possible to show Dean what he was missing out on. Carrots, bananas, knives, anything that was long and could be construed as a dick, Cas played with it. He was cutting carrots for a soup, and Dean was watching him. So Cas held the carrot upright and gripped it with his fist, slowly and subtly moving his wrist up and down.

At lunch one day, Cas had a banana, which he ate as slowly and seductively as possible. It was all for Dean, to see the look on his face—the sheen over his eyes, his Adam's apple as he swallowed, his knuckles white on the tablecloth. Cas loved it.

Cas was doing it on purpose, Dean told himself. There was no way someone would eat such foods that way and not know they were consciously blowing strategically shaped food.

Dean had taken to avoiding the kitchen, unable to watch Cas eat without wanting to fuck the boy on the counter, despite Kevin's presence. He started to take over the yard work, much to Sam's suspicions, but luckily, he wasn't obvious enough to fall victim to his brother's questioning.

It had been three weeks now since the infamous blow job was performed and Dean was currently jacking off to the thought of how the banana looked sliding into Castiel's mouth. The worst part was, Cas knew he was doing it; knew what Dean was feeling. Castiel had only smirked when he saw Dean's knuckles turn white as Dean held a death grip on the tablecloth.

Dean was trying to do right by Cas and hold back, give the boy a chance. Not to defile and use him; he would never use Cas, but the type of relationship Dean wanted would not look like that to an outsider. And it was so wrong lusting after a boy put into his care. So wrong.

For Castiel, every night was a struggle now. The way Dean would gaze at him, as if he wanted to devour him, made Castiel tingle with anticipation. Every night, he volunteered to take the last shower. He took the longest, but no one noticed, or they didn't care. He jacked off in the shower every night after cleaning the dishes from dinner and all of his fantasies involved Dean.

On the night before chores were rotated, dinner was eaten late and the boys all stayed up to watch Die Hard. Sam wanted them all to go to bed, but Dean had argued in their defense. It was a Saturday after all. So Sam succumbed, and they were all squished onto the couches, save a few who were sprawled on the floor.

Kevin had shown Cas how to make apple turnovers, and everyone was eating his first batch, complimenting him on his successful first try. Cas just smiled and blushed at everyone's praise, but the one person whose approval he craved most was just staring at him and eating his dessert. Castiel gulped and tried to relax and watch the movie.

Dean was sitting on the opposite side of the room, and Cas swore it was intentional. He was sick of being pushed back and ignored. So after the movie, after he and Kevin cleaned the dishes and everyone else had gone to their respective rooms, Castiel sneaked up the stairs and slipped quietly into Dean's room.


Dean was in Hell. It was official and he could do nothing about it. They had just finished watching Die Hard, which Sam had been against, but after much arguing finally agreed to.

Dean struggled throughout the whole movie to not look over at Cas. He had an opportunity to sit next to him, but refused, not trusting himself to be next to the boy; in a dark room, easily forgetting the others were nearby.

He was in his room now. As the boys all headed to their own room, Dean slipped under his blankets, slowly stroking himself to the thought of yet another fantasy involving Cas. This time, they were fucking in the kitchen, while the other boys were just feet away in the other room.

He groaned quietly, feeling the familiar pull in the pit of his stomach as he was about to come. The sound of his door handle turning stilled Dean's hand and slight panic took over. He hoped it wasn't one of the younger boys that sometimes came in because they missed their family and wanted comfort. He wouldn't be able to explain himself out of this situation.

In the dark, Dean was unusually still. It was almost like he was holding his breath. "Dean?" Cas called softly, careful not to be heard by anyone who might be in the hall.

Dean froze when he heard the soft voice. He swore his heart stopped for a second. "Cas?" he replied softly, he voice breaking at the end. He tucked himself back into his boxers, trying to not make the movements obvious. His only hope was that the darkness of the room hid it for him.

Cas shuffled awkwardly forward, stopping at the end of the bed. "C-can we uhh... Can we t-talk? Or... I don't know?" he stammered out. God, his heart was pounding so hard, he thought he might break a rib.

Dean sat up, carefully watching Cas walk towards his bed. 'Shit, this can't be happening!' he thought. He knew he should tell Castiel to leave, to go back to his own room. But being the selfish bastard that he is, he welcomed Cas in. "Come here," he commanded, gesturing for Castiel to come closer. "What is it?"

Cas moved slowly, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Although, the man had fucked his face; he was pretty sure there weren't many boundaries. Cas tucked himself into a ball on the end of Dean's bed, drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his shins.

"About the other day," he whispered. "I uhh... I really liked it. And I know it's p-probably wrong, b-but I want to d-do that again." He glanced up at Dean through his lashes, head down and shaggy hair over his face. "I want to m-make you f-feel good."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing—was Castiel really asking for what has been his fantasy for the past few weeks?

The sight of Castiel curled on his bed was enough to send Dean into another frenzy. "You do realize the kind of commitment you'll be making," Dean whispered hoarsely, his throat suddenly feeling dry and his blood rushing south when Castiel looked up, his eyes shining in the dark.

Dean reached out and pulled Castiel closer to him. "I don't take your request lightly," Dean whispered, giving a small warning.

"And I didn't ask lightly," was Cas' firm reply. He was suddenly extremely confident, his previous nerves forgotten. He let Dean pull him closer, and he clambered the rest of the way onto his lap himself. He surged forward, straddling Dean's legs with the crack of his ass hovering right above Dean's cock. His own stirred in anticipation. "I want you. And I want you to want me. I can be good. I can behave." And Cas didn't know where that came from, but he knew he meant it. He didn't know exactly where this was going, but he was sure he wanted it.

Dean grabbed onto Castiel's hips, flipping them over so Castiel was now under him. He rutted his newly hardened cock against Castiel's. "We do this, Cas, there's no going back," Dean warned, his fingers tightening their grip, nails biting into the boy's flesh, keeping him from moving his hips.

"No one can know," he said, trailing his lips down Castiel's jaw and neck, letting his teeth scrap against the skin. He stopped just at the boy's collarbone. "Promise me," he mumbled before finally latching on, sucking harshly on the skin.

Cas gasped as Dean flipped them and pushed his hips flush against his own. He whined at the feel of harsh stubble rubbing across his smooth cheek, clutching at the older man's bare shoulders. He paid every ounce of his attention to Dean's words, but he was still distracted by the man's hands and mouth on him. "I promise," he breathed, just as Dean's hot mouth sucked on the delicate skin of his collarbone. He cried out, then clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle the sounds he knew he couldn't keep in.

Dean smirked darkly at Castiel's confirmation and bit down harder, lapping the skin soothingly with his tongue. Castiel started to cry out which turned into a struggling whimper. Dean moved his mouth down, leaving little bites along the boy's skin.

Castiel's shirt restricted Dean's access to the boy's chest. He yanked Castiel up, only to assist himself in getting the offensive garment off. With a little cooperation from Cas, the dark t-shirt landed on the ground, exposing Castiel.

The man growled quietly. He pushed the boy back down, shifting himself so he was straddling the boy's hips.

"So perfect," he whispered to himself, letting his eyes rake over the dark-haired teen and move his lips to Castiel's chest, causing the boy groan out.

He kissed along Castiel's neck to his left shoulder. Two circular scars marked Castiel's skin, just below his clavicle. The scars eerily resembled bullet wounds, but it couldn't be. Could it?

Castiel felt Dean's hesitation and opened his eyes, seeing Dean study his marked skin. "It's nothing," Castiel found himself mumble. "Please, it's nothing," Castiel reassured when Dean bit his lip and looked at Castiel with reserve.

"Honestly, it's nothing." Castiel ran his hand up Dean's chest, and snaked his hand behind Dean's neck, pulling the man to him. "Please," Castiel whispered, before placing his lips to Dean's. Dean stiffened for a moment. The marks had piqued Dean's interest; it was never stated on Castiel's record that he was shot.

Dean was still, but then Castiel started to lightly nibble on his lip and Dean slowly let himself give in to Castiel's offer; the circular scars pushed to the back of his mind for later.

Dean growled when Castiel pulled at his lip. Dean quickly moved back down Castiel's neck to his chest, peppering kisses as he went. Dean bit down gently on one of Castiel's nipples, rolling the nub between his teeth and sucking on it.

Cas skin was tingling, buzzing from the attention laved on it by Dean. He knew Dean wasn't going to let go what just happened, but he would take whatever time he was given to stall.

A solid weight pressed itself over Cas' hips, and how could he complain when it was Dean's ass that was grinding down on his cock? Cas preened at the praise that Dean bestowed upon him. The happy hum turned into a whine as Dean's tongue, teeth and lips found their home around his nipple. Cas' fingers held a death grip in Dean's hair, and he refused to let up.

Dean growled when Castiel's hand made purchase with his hair. It was almost painful, but he loved the fact that it was his ministrations causing Castiel to act like this. He released Castiel's nipple, now a bright red and moved to the other one, repeating the action. He could feel Castiel harden against him and attempt to buck to create some friction, but Dean's grip held firm, preventing the boy from further movements.

"You're mine tonight," Dean whispered, moving his mouth back up Castiel's neck and to his jaw. "I am taking my damn time with you." The man nipped harshly at the skin by his chin, but not hard enough to leave a mark.

Cas let out a moan, his hips wiggling in earnest, trying to rub himself up into Dean, but to no avail.

"Please," he whimpered. "Please, Dean. Need it. Need you." His voice was whiny and broken, his hands quivering and lips trembling. He was so hard, he thought he might die.

Dean only chuckled, not dignifying Castiel's plea with an answer but moving his hands to the waistband of his pajama pants. "Lift," Dean ordered and tugged the bottoms down when Castiel obliged.

He tossed them carelessly to the floor, not bothering to look anywhere but at the gorgeous boy spread out below him. Dean let his eyes travel all over Castiel's naked form. His cock was hard and erect against his stomach, leaking beads of pre-come onto his stomach.

"So beautiful," Dean whispered to himself, his eyes focused on the throbbing member and the temptation to take it into his mouth and make Castiel wither beneath him.

The worshipful gaze Dean stared at him with caused a blush to creep over Cas face. He'd never been looked at like that. He was addicted already. Dean moved back and dropped his head, now aligned with Castiel's cock. He swept his tongue against the boy's balls and up along the underside of his cock and back down; still keeping his hands on Castiel's hips.

Cas gasped at the feel of a hot tongue licking stripes up his cock, hands now twisting into the sheets. "Dean!" he cried out softly. "Oh, God!"

Dean licked his way back up, stopping just above the leaky head. He lapped up the drops of pre-come, looking at Castiel with his head thrown back and fisting the sheets below him. Dean smirked defiantly and swallowed Castiel in one go, without any warning for the boy.

"O-ooh!" Cas cried out as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Dean's throat. He subconsciously bucked his hips forward, but they were held down by Dean's forearm across his waist.

Dean smirked around Castiel, as the boy struggled against his hold. He slowly licked back up, leaving only the tip in. He pressed his tongue into the slit and sank back down on the member. He hummed approvingly, sending vibrations through Castiel, causing the boy to raise himself off the bed in response.

He was half sitting when he curled his fingers back into Dean's hair, gasping and whining and shaking. "Dean, Dean please. Please!" He didn't even know what he was asking for, but he knew whatever it was, he wanted it.

Dean released Castiel with an audible pop. He smirked up at the pleading boy. "Patience," was all he said, before moving a hand from Castiel's hip and gently stroked it through the dark locks.

He moved his hands behind Castiel, cupping the boy's ass, softly caressing his warm skin and lifted him off the bed. Dean gave Castiel a cocky smirk and lowered his head. He licked over the ring of muscle, feeling Castiel tense up for a moment. Dean carried on, pressing his tongue forcefully against Castiel's hole, slowly working into it.

Cas didn't think he could ever get enough of Dean's tongue. He spread his legs wide so Dean could access his hole better, moaning and whimpering and trembling on the bed. He sighed a mantra of, "Dean, Dean, Dean," over and over. He reached out for Dean's hand, needing something to keep him grounded. Dean let him take it, curling his fingers between Cas' and letting the boy grasp his knuckles.

The feeling of their hands connecting sent an overwhelming surge of joy through Dean; it was such an intimate act.

The little noises Castiel was making, trying to hold back, spurred Dean on more. Dean pressed his tongue against Castiel's hole, pushing it in to spread him open.

Cas curved and arched, sighing and moaning at the feel of hot, wet, good as he fucked himself onto Dean's tongue. It was all too much and not enough for the boy and he wanted more.

"Dean," he pleaded. "Please, God, more! I need it. I need you. Please." He pushed his voice into the air, and it cracked around his ears. God, he sounded greedy.

Dean pulled back, licking around Castiel's hole once before crawling up. "Quiet, Cas, or this stops." Dean loved the noises he was pulling from the boy's mouth, but if one of the other boys or Sam were to awake, it would be over before it even started.

Castiel huffed his impatience at the loss of Dean's tongue, but nodded fervently at his words. He understood. He should've been quieter in the first place.

He captured Castiel's lips in a fierce kiss, nipping lightly on his bottom lip. Cas hummed gently into the kiss, trying hard to keep his voice low. But when Dean pulled back, he whined again at the loss.

Dean reached over to his nightstand, pulling open the drawer and retrieved the bottle of lube and a condom. The snap of the cap echoed in the quiet room, aside from both males' harsh breathing. Dean slicked up his fingers, trailing one finger down Castiel's crack before slipping it into the worked hole.

He wasn't sure what happened between then and when Dean slipped a finger inside of him, but he didn't really care. Dean was fucking him with a finger, and Castiel was biting his knuckles to keep from making too much noise. His breath huffed out messily around his fist, and his legs were pulled back, knees in the air, taking Dean's finger like a pro.

"Dean," he tried to whisper; it came out more like a broken sigh. "Please, more. I can take it. I can be good."

Dean slipped another finger in, but didn't wait too long before pushing in a third, enjoying the sight of Castiel arching off the bed. He crooked his fingers, hitting Castiel's prostate.

Cas was squirming and moaning at the too full, not full enough feeling, fucking back onto Dean's fingers. He gasped and nearly cried out when a fingernail grazed his prostate, stifling the noise with his teeth biting into his wrist.

Dean was hard now, tenting his boxers, pre-come staining the fabric.

"Shit, Cas," Dean groaned softly as Castiel pushed himself against the man's fingers. He tightened his grip on Castiel's hip, keeping him still. "Be good," he commanded.

And when Dean gave him his order, how could Cas refuse? The boy stopped wriggling, lying as still as possible on his back, still biting his arm with his other hand cupping his own cock. He wanted to show Dean he could behave. Wanted him to see how good he could be.

As soon as Castiel stilled, attempting to obey Dean's demand, he began to restlessly hit the boy's prostate, testing the boy's restraint.

"God, you're an obedient thing," Dean praised, releasing Castiel's hip and slipping his hand into his own boxers. He pulled out his leaking member, stroking it in sync with the movement of his fingers. "Do you want this, Cas?" he taunted, seeing Castiel's struggle to remain still and quiet. "To come on my fingers, splitting you open, where anyone could walk in?" Dean had to admit, the risk of getting caught this time was even greater, and the tempting urge to fuck into Cas, fully taking him for himself, was almost too much.

Cas nodded, not wanting to make a sound unless he was caught.

But Dean's words sent shivers through him, making him buck unexpectedly, and Cas gasped. "I'm so sorry, Dean!" he hissed, feeling guilty. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

"Shhh," Dean shushed, removing his hand from his member and stroked his fingers through the boy's sweaty hair. Cas nuzzled into the touch of Dean's hand through his hair, cooing as thick fingers still pumped into him. "It's all right, baby." Dean pecked Castiel's lips and pulled back. Dean's hands were then gone and Castiel was empty. He moaned at the loss, scrabbling at Dean as he left the bed, wanting him back.

Dean got off the bed, discarding his boxers, leaving himself fully exposed. Castiel stilled when Dean removed his boxers, watching the fabric slide over his tanned skin. His hard cock bobbed free and stood to attention. Dean smirked, enjoying the sight of the boy's gaze linger on his erect member.

Dean got back on the bed, crawling over Castiel. The boy made a wanton sound as Dean settled back over him.

"Oh, God," he muttered. "Please, Dean, hurry. Need you. Want you. I'm so empty."

Dean moaned lowly, grabbing the lube and spreading an ample amount over his uncovered cock. He tossed the bottle carelessly to the floor, too far gone to realize his mistake.

"God, you're beautiful," Dean whispered, looking up Cas' body as the man slowly crawled over him, aligning his cock with the boy's hole. "But you need to learn patience."

Cas blushed at the compliment, gasping at the feel of Dean's cockhead brushing gently across his slick hole. He wriggled, trying to push his hips so that Dean would be closer.

He smirked as the idea of punishing Cas filled his head, but that would be for later. He kissed up his chest and neck, biting and sucking on the exposed skin; marking him as his. "Ready?" he asked when he let the tip brush against his hole, but not daring to push forward.

The feeling of the older man's hot lips on his skin made Castiel shudder out a breath. His response to Dean's question was an arched back and a whimpering moan which was cut short by Dean's lips smothering his own. Dean took Castiel's movements and whimpers a yes.

He kissed the boy once, roughly capturing his lips and nipping harshly at his lower lip. Dean pushed in slowly, struggling to not just shove himself in with one thrust as he spread the boy wider.

Castiel growled into the contact and hissed at the gentle nip at his lower lip. And then he was being split open on Dean's cock, slowly inching its way in, causing Cas to shiver and moan, almost crying out. He loved the harsh burn it caused, not used to Dean's size.

Once Dean was sheathed inside him, he remained still, waiting patiently for Cas to adjust to the intrusion.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Cas whispered against Dean's cheek. "Dean. Oh, Dean!"

"Jesus Christ," Dean groaned, burying his face in Castiel's shoulder, struggling to remain as still as possible. "So fucking tight." When he felt the boy shift his hips he took it as the 'okay.'

Slowly he pulled out about halfway, and then pushed back in, each thrust pulling more and more out. The pace was slow and torturous. Castiel's hole was tight and hot against him, making it difficult to control himself.

Cas exhaled sharply at the end of a moan with each thrust, Dean's cock filling him so well, he never wanted to be empty again. He clawed his nails into Dean's sides, pulling him close at the same time as rocking his own hips, burying the man deeper inside him. The pace was still unbearably slow, though, so Cas took it upon himself to speed things up. He rocked his hips a little faster, whining at the sensations.

"Dean," he pleaded. "Please, more. Please. I can take it. I'll be good. I promise. Please."

With those words, Dean's control snapped, as he'd already been walking a fine line. Dean pulled himself back, leaving only the tip sheathed before pushing himself back in harshly. He repeated his movements, continuing the almost brutal pace, but Castiel was writhing and moaning—scratching and clutching Dean's back roughly. He had no doubt that the boy would leave marks, but he would worry about that later.

Castiel had to shove half his fist in his mouth to keep quiet once Dean started fucking into him without restraint. He tried to move his hips, to bring himself, if possible, closer to Dean.

Dean grabbed Castiel's right hip, keeping the boy from bucking too much. His grip was a lot tighter than before, but he couldn't bring himself to notice, or care. He used his other hand to grab Castiel's knee, pushing it towards his shoulder, creating a new angle.

"God, yes," Dean cried out, dropping his head down, trying to muffle his cries as he slid deeper into Castiel, knowingly hitting his prostate. "Oh, fuck, Cas."

Cas cried out against his fist, the sound muffled, but only slightly. He buried his face in the crook of Dean's neck, tears stinging his face in frustration and pleasure. He needed to come. He needed it or he'd explode.

"Dean," he strained out, trying to keep his voice low. "I need - please - c-can't t-take... D-Dean!"

"Touch yourself," Dean whispered harshly, coming out more as a pant than a whisper. Dean pulled back, to ease up. His looked at Cas' flushed, tearstained cheeks. His eyes were shut tightly. The boy was still clawing at Dean's back, blunt finger nails leaving their mark. He made no movement nor indication that he had heard Dean. The man crushed his mouth to Castiel's mouth, nipping harshly at his lips once before moving his mouth back to the boy's ear. "I said: touch yourself," he growled, bucking his hips up, causing his cock to hit Cas' prostate almost brutally.

"I-I c-can't," Cas whined, but he moved his hand to his leaking cock anyway, pumping erratically. He cried out at the feeling of Dean's cock hitting his prostate again and again.

"That's it, Cas," Dean encouraged when he saw Castiel's hand grip his cock. The sight was overwhelming, seeing Castiel touch himself, his head thrown back, tears escaping his eyes and little whimpers slipping past his lips no matter how hard he tried to hold back. Dean gripped his hands around Castiel's hip and knee, striking his prostate again until Cas was crying out in pleasure.

Dean's breath on Castiel's face and rough hands around him pushed him ever closer to the edge.

"D-Dean, I-I'm gonna, I'm g-gonna..." He finished his sentence by spilling his come all over his own stomach with a gasp of Dean's name on his lips.

Dean couldn't hold on any longer. Having already been dangerously close when Cas interrupted him, he gave two more thrust before his own orgasm washed over him. He gave a sharp cry, into Castiel's neck, the boy's name coming out like a prayer.

Castiel lay limp across Dean's bed, letting the man continue to fuck into him until his own orgasm overcame him, and he was filling Castiel up with come. Cas groaned at the feeling of warm wetness filling his hole, cooing at the sound of Dean's voice chanting his name. He wrapped his limbs around Dean, wanting him to stay inside him forever.

Dean, too weak to stay up any longer, collapsed onto Castiel. The way their slick skin felt against each other was a welcomed feeling.

"God, Cas," Dean gasped out, still trying to regain control of his breathing. He ran his fingers through the teen's sweaty hair, stroking his scalp soothingly. "Are you okay?" he asked, making a move to get off of Cas, not wanting to crush him, and feeling a little guilty for the brutal assault he put him through. He wasn't sure Cas had been ready for that.

"I'm perfect," the teen hummed happily, leaning into the touch of Dean's fingers in his hair. Cas squirmed, slightly uncomfortable and slightly turned on by the full ass of come he was now the owner of. He let out a soft giggle. "Did I do well, Dean?" he asked. "Did I behave?"

"You were perfect," Dean praised, placing a chaste kiss to Castiel's lips. Dean shifted, feeling his come leak from Castiel's hole and onto their thighs.

"Shit," Dean said, looking to his nightstand to see the unopened condom lying next to the clock radio. "I forgot the condom," Dean confessed when he saw Castiel's confused face.

Cas giggled again, his post-sex haze making him heady and light. "I don't mind," he whispered seductively, mouthing a kiss to Dean's jaw. "It's hot. And I'm clean," he mumbled as he pulled back.

"Still, Cas. That was reckless." Sure, he was clean too, but they shouldn't have even done anything like that to broach the subject. "Hey, it's fine," Cas soothed, running a hand up Dean's chest and to his neck to cup his cheek.

It was a little comical that a seventeen-year-old had to reassure Dean, but the knowledge of what they did was slowly hitting him.

Dean just nodded, still feeling guilty, but said nothing more on the subject. He pulled out, causing a sigh from Cas, and then dropped heavily down next to Castiel. He wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist, pulling the teen into his side.

Castiel moved up to the man and resting contentedly in his arms. He couldn't help but think he was being used, though.

"Dean?" he ventured, unsure. "What is this to you?"

Dean sighed heavily, looking up at the dark ceiling, running a hand up and down Castiel's arm.

"I don't know," the man replied honesty. "I mean, I enjoy this—hell I love it, but we can't always do this." Dean turned his head, seeing Castiel look up at him with hesitant eyes. "We can't deny there is something between us, but it's dangerous. It can't happen like this." Dean gestured around his bedroom.

Cas frowned, Dean's hand on his arm doing little to soothe him.

"I want to keep doing this," he answered quickly. "There's something about you that I can't get enough of." Cas pressed his forehead to Dean's shoulder, huffing impatiently, petulant about the whole situation. He just wanted to be Dean's. "I'm eighteen in a few months," he murmured, "if that changes anything."

"Jesus, Cas," Dean sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "This has nothing to do with your age. I mean, technically it is illegal... I'm your guardian, but the fact that you're seventeen has nothing to do with this." Dean moved, propping himself up on his elbow. "I'm saying: we have to be careful around the others."

Cas smirked. "You're talking to a master of invisibility, Dean," he said in a condescending tone. "I'm a former street-rat, remember? I'm damn good at keeping things hidden. Especially things I like." At this, Cas smoothed a hand over Dean's muscled chest with a sense of ownership he wasn't sure he was allowed to have. All he knew was that this man wanted him.

Dean caught Castiel's wandering hand and laced their fingers together. He didn't like hearing Castiel talk so nonchalantly about his past, but he didn't say anything. He just enjoyed the closeness of the teen wrapped around him.

They stayed like that for a long time, just enjoying listening to the sounds of each other's breathing and the comfort of being in each other's arms. Reluctantly, at half past four, Dean shook Castiel awake.

Castiel was confused to be shaken awake, and taking in the unfamiliar location and the presence of another person, but it soon came rushing back to him. He chuckled and rubbed his eyes.

"Hey," Dean whispered, seeing the bleary look on Castiel's face. "You need to go back to your room. Everyone will be up soon." Dean didn't want to send Castiel away, but it would be too conspicuous if Benny or Luke were to wake and see Cas missing. That would certainly alert them to tell either him or Sam and both options would lead to them being discovered, and so early in their... Whatever this was.

Dean's words registered to Castiel quickly. "Yes, I suppose I should return to the others," he sighed, but didn't move an inch. He stayed put for a few moments longer, arms tightening around Dean briefly before finally slipping out of bed. He leaned over to kiss Dean one more time.

Dean tangled his hand in Castiel's hair, cupping the back of his head gently, relishing in their kiss. It was slow and they savoured it, not sure when they could do this again. Dean would love to kiss Cas like this all the time, but he knew it was too risky and they would have to be careful.

"Have a shower too," Dean chuckled, watching Castiel slip back into his pajamas. As much as he loved the thoroughly fucked look on Cas, they both smelled of sex and would draw suspicions.

Castiel nodded and bid him a good night.

"Goodnight, Dean." The boy smiled, and with that, Castiel shrugged into his discarded pajamas and slipped back out of Dean's room.

"See you later, Cas," Dean responded and collapsed back on his bed after the door closed. The sound of the door echoing around the room chilled Dean as the realization of what he had just done hit him.

"Fuck. Oh shit." Dean sat back up and pushed a hand though his hair, yanking on strands. He felt sick. He just had sex with a seventeen-year-old—a boy placed under his care. This was all kinds of wrong. There was no way this could be right. But what Dean couldn't shake was the feel of how incredible it had been, how much they had clicked.

He didn't know what the hell this was, but he knew one thing: they couldn't let anyone know. Sam could never know. The things he had said to Cas were wrong. He hadn't been thinking clearly, he shouldn't have promised him anything.


Castiel detoured to the bathroom before he went to bed, and contemplated everything that had happened between him and Dean since the day he arrived. He pretended the warm water cascading over him was Dean's lips, and he was rock hard in no time. He beat off quickly, knowing he needed to get back to his room. Cas came in ropes that painted the tiled wall and shut the water off. He snuck back into his room, hoping to crawl back into bed unnoticed. Luke stirred. Cas froze; a set of dark eyes caught his and his breath stopped.

"Where are you coming back from, Novak?" was the harsh whisper.

"Wanted the first shower," Cas lied before crawling into bed. "You guys use all the hot water."