A/N: This is actually... Not at all what I intended for this chapter, but it just happened. I cannot stop writing this story, I honestly don't know what's happened to me, but I love it. I hope you guys enjoy the single most detailed love making sweetness that I have ever written!
Dean woke up fairly early, unimaginably hard with images of blue eyes and soft lips still in his mind. He spread out in his bed, considering a cold shower, but ultimately ruling against it. There was already a chill in the air and the thought of cold water hitting him was not appealing.
He reached down, adjusting himself with a long, lazy rub, licking his lips. He rolled onto his stomach, eyes closed as he slid against the sheets. He sighed quietly as he tried to remember his dream. All he knew for sure was that Castiel was there and Dean was touching him.
Be pressed his face into his pillow to mute the groan that he couldn't contain. It had been almost 4 months since Castiel had moved in and he was getting more distracting by the day. Dean knew that he had to be patient with him, given his past relationship, and he didn't mind, but more often than not, he had been waking up either hard or sticky.
He and Cas had fallen into a very physical relationship, as PG-13 as it may seem. They touched as often as possible, mostly in innocent ways. Dean loved to plant small kisses on Castiel's neck when he cooked and Castiel enjoyed putting his head on Dean's lap when they watched movies. Sometimes Castiel would bring food to the station, and even though they weren't very physical in public, even the smallest touch of their hands could brighten Dean's day.
The fact that Castiel was stunning to look at hadn't escaped Dean's attention, but even as he rocked against the warmth of his bed, picturing those full lips, he knew that it was much more than that. He was honest and trusting and he made Dean feel like he had a purpose again.
He never thought that he would fall for someone so different than Jo, but it didn't get much more different than Castiel. Not only were they opposites physically, but inwardly as well. Maybe he liked Castiel more because of that. He didn't feel like he was replacing her, which was something he had struggled with for a while.
Jo was also beautiful, no doubt about that, but there was something otherworldly about the depth of Castiel's eyes and the way that he smiled. When they first met, he thought Castiel to be shy and reserved, but over the weeks, he had learned that he was just slow to trust and open up. Every day he saw Castiel coming to life a little more and he fell a little harder. He was pleased to learn that Castiel was very quick witted and funny on top of everything else.
Dean pulled the dirty sheets off of his bed, throwing them into a basket before putting his boxers on. He headed down stairs and into the basement to take care of his now messy linens, not thinking that he would find Castiel there so early. Apparently he hadn't heard Dean come down the stairs, focused on his work.
Dean set the basket down gently, coming up behind Castiel, hands finding their way to a familiar place around his stomach. He rested his head on Castiel's shoulder, about to kiss him when he looked at the canvas. "Is that my painting?"
"I just finished it." Castiel set his brush down so that he could rest his hands on top of Dean's. "I couldn't sleep."
Dean stared at it, taking it all in. It was beautiful. It was a watercolor of a storm across a dark road. The rain looked like it was the sky itself melting, the clouds almost looked like they were moving. In the distance there was a light on the horizon, just the beginning of a sunrise. It was a very dark, muted painting except for the familiar, bright red taillights that streaked across the wet road, reflecting off of hundreds of raindrops, bringing the painting to life.
"It's perfect." He meant it. When he looked at the painting, he felt like it represented him perfectly, a man weathering a storm, hoping for a sunrise to send the rain away after so long in the dark. "Thank you."
Castiel made a small 'hmm' as he ran his fingers across Dean's hands, content to spend all day being held. He always felt a certain joy when finishing a piece and this one was even better because it was for Dean and it meant so much that he liked it.
"Breakfast before the barbeque?" Dean closed his eyes, reveling in how wonderful his day was already.
"No." He wasn't ready to let Dean go just yet. He had been more and more eager for Dean to touch him in the past few weeks. "Stay."
Dean had always let Castiel make the first move, not wanting to push too hard or too far for him to handle. When Dean wanted to touch him, he would start with something small, maybe a soft kiss or a light caress. It would be up to Castiel after that, to either let things remain the same or to allow for more.
Once Dean knew that he was okay with something, he felt okay about initiating those types of interaction, which is why he didn't ask for permission to run his hands up the front of Castiel's shirt. Castiel sighed softly, letting his head fall back and his eyes close. He reached a hand up, running his fingers through Dean's hair around the back of his neck.
Dean's heart was racing as he decided to reach lower with his other hand, fingers playing just below the elastic band of Castiel's pajama pants. He could feel the skin under his fingers quiver, slightly ticklish, but Castiel didn't move his hand to stop him. He just dug his fingers in slightly harder to the exposed skin at the base of his hair, putting more of his weight against Dean's strong chest.
Castiel's breathing was beginning to speed up as Dean's hand moved inside of his pants, slowly moving its way down his thigh. He could feel that Dean was eager to touch him and he also knew that he would never actually do it without his permission. It drove him a little crazy that Dean had such control over himself, holding back when he was so close to what he wanted, waiting for Castiel. It made him feel empowered, which is something that he had never felt when it came to sex.
Castiel tilted his head, just enough to place a string of wet kisses across Dean's jaw, letting out a small murmur against his stubbly chin. He gasped into Dean's ear when his hand barely grazed against him, sending a shiver through his body. Taking that for a sign of approval, he palmed Castiel slowly, easing into a full-blown stroke.
"Dean..." It was a whisper, but with Castiel's lips against his ear, he heard it loud and clear. He could feel Castiel's knees shaking as he moved from base to tip, twisting the tender tip. As Dean kneaded him, his chest began to rise and fall more quickly, his lips shaking against Dean's skin.
"Dea-n." His breath caught, and the sound had Dean reflexively grinding against Castiel's backside, letting out a groan of his own. It had only been a few minutes since he took care of himself upstairs, but the way that Castiel was moving against him had him harder then he thought possible.
When Castiel pulled his head away, Dean moved right in, his lips below Castiel's ear, kissing the soft skin of his neck. It took him a moment to realize that Castiel wasn't adjusting, he was pulling away. He tried to hold in the heavy sigh he felt when he lost contact, but it escaped before he could stop it. He didn't want Castiel to feel like he was upset with him for stopping.
Before disappointment could fully take hold of him, Castiel turned to face him, crushing their lips together, roughly, but briefly. When he pulled back, he looked Dean in the eyes, cheeks flushed. "Let's go upstairs."
Dean stared at his lips before meeting his gaze. "Are you sure?" His throat tightened a little as he waited for an answer. He could feel Castiel pressed against him, hoping that it was an accurate indication of how much they both wanted to continue.
"Yes." Dean could feel Castiel's hand shaking against his chest, but he didn't know if it was because he was nervous or excited.
Up until that morning, they had only ever made out. There had been once when they'd both come, but it was entirely due to over the clothes rutting, not something that they had been trying for. When they got to the top of the stairs, hand in hand, Dean had expected that they would get comfortable on the couch like they had before.
When Castiel tugged his hand in the direction of the main stairs, his brain almost stopped working. Castiel wanted to go to the bedroom. He felt like he was in high school, staring down his virginity again, throat dry, palms wet.
Dean suggested Castiel's bedroom, partially due to his sheet situation, partially due to wanting the younger man to feel as comfortable and safe as possible. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, encouraging Castiel to straddle his thighs, putting them in a very stimulating position. Castiel pressed against the muscles of Dean's stomach while Dean's length fit perfectly in the cleft of Castiel's backside.
Castiel liked that Dean was intuitive enough to know that he preferred to be on top. They had talked about his past in more depth since the first night Dean saw his scars. Luke had never raped him, but he never really had a say in how they did it either and most times, Luke hadn't cared for his comfort much. He'd had too much sex with his face pushed into a mattress.
Castiel kissed Dean, his hands on either side of his face, shoulders tense. Not only could he feel Dean sliding so close to his entrance, but he could feel the dampness of his boxers. Even now, he could stand up and walk away, knowing that Dean was leaking with want, and Dean would understand. Oddly enough, the fact that he could walk away without consequence was something that made him want to keep going.
He lifted himself just slightly before pushing back again, making sure that both he and Dean were getting ample friction as he rocked. Dean instinctively ran his hands down past Castiel's hips and into his pants, ending up on the taught curve of his ass, massaging the soft skin while using the leverage to pull Castiel closer to him.
Their lips broke apart, both panting as Castiel wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulders, hugging close. His other hand pushed his pajama bottoms down, exposing his heavy cock, catching Dean off guard. "Shit, Cas..."
The difference between 2 layers on cotton between them and a single layer was immeasurable, but it wasn't enough for Castiel. He reached down between both of their legs, freeing Dean from his boxers. "Fuck!" Dean bit his lip but failed to keep himself from cursing, astonished by Castiel's sudden boldness.
Dean was murmuring sweet, hot words in Castiel's ear, lips grazing and nipping the skin nearby. He enjoyed the feel of Castiel's skin, both pliant and firm in his hands, but when he looked down and saw Castiel wet and red, he couldn't resist. He took Castiel's shaft in his hands again, this time running his thumb across the tip, spreading the wetness that had long since been seeping out against his chest.
When Castiel felt Dean's hand on him again, his body jerked and he dug his teeth into his muscular shoulder. There was no more shyness or uncertainty, he knew that he wanted Dean completely. He reached his hands behind him, taking a gentle hold of Dean's hardness, holding it still as he slowly lowered himself down onto it. He almost came when Dean let out a deep groan against his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.
Touching him with one hand, he used his other to support Castiel's weight as he writhed in his lap, back arching as he came down. Castiel's arms wrapped around him again, so close that their noses were touching. He looked at Dean with his eyes half-closed and lips parted. Dean couldn't help but take those full lips in his, running a hand through Castiel's sweat-dampened hair as they moved together.
Castiel's breathing was labored and he was lightheaded, overwhelmed by the sensation of being surrounded by and filled with Dean, feeling and tasting him all at once. He offered up a desperate moan as he came, but it was muffled by the mingling of their tongues.
Dean kept his grip tight until Castiel was spent, knowing that he wasn't far behind. With both hands free, he gripped Castiel's ass, holding it down so that he could push upward, burying himself deep inside until moments later, when he found himself also overcome by intense pleasure and need.
Castiel kissed him softly while he rode out his orgasm, himself already startling to settle into the afterglow, a smile on his face. They slowed, Dean having a few last, lazy thrusts as their chests heaved together, foreheads resting against one another, lips mingling lightly.
Dean brought a hand up to Castiel's cheek, stroking it gently as he let out a shaky laugh and kissed him again. They stayed like that for a while, neither of them really wanting to separate until absolutely necessary.
When Castiel's alarm clock started going off, they smiled at each other and Castiel began to lift off of him slowly, sighing as he felt Dean sliding out of him, leaving an empty but satisfied feeling behind. He pulled his pants up, shutting the alarm off as Dean tucked himself back into his boxers.
They kissed in the bathroom as they cleaned themselves up before heading downstairs to make breakfast and pack.
"We have everything, right?" Castiel questioned as he locked the front door. Dean looked over the contents of the trunk one more time and shouted back in the affirmative before closing it, heading for the driver's side.
It was the first time since the fire that he was going to drive the Impala. It was already and excellent day and the rest of it was going to be filled with friends, beer and pie. Dean thought that he may have died in his sleep last night because he seemed to be in heaven.
He leaned across the seat, giving Castiel a quick kiss on the cheek before rolling out. Every year the Fire Department did a Thanksgiving BBQ at someone's house a week or so before Thanksgiving and he was excited to be able to bring Castiel with him. Castiel had spent the entire day before preparing and baking an assortment of pies, with high expectations having been set about his pie skills.
When they pulled up to the house, there were several cars already surrounding the house and a full driveway. They were greeted by Garth and recruited him to help carry things in.
"Hey, I'm glad you made it, Cas!" Garth smiled at him brightly and sincerely, having really taken a liking to Castiel. "You made pie, right? Dean goes on and on about your pies, man."
Castiel laughed and nodded as Dean made a face that said 'shut up, Garth'. Walking through the back door into the yard, there were a lot of people he had met, mostly when he visited Dean at the station, but there were several he didn't know. He assumed that they were mostly significant others, but looked forward to meeting them.
"Zeke! This place is nice..." There was a chill in the air, the the yard had a large fire pit and the grill was going, providing a good amount of warmth. Some people were mingling inside, but most were outdoors.
Ezekiel walked up, leather jacket on top of a hoodie to keep him warm. "Thanks, I just moved in a couple of weeks ago. Almost lost it, but the seller had a change of heart, I guess."
"Zeke, this is Castiel." Dean introduced them, offering a beer. "Hey, do you know if Cupid's gonna be here?"
"He texted last night, so yeah, should be." Ezekiel excused himself as more people arrived.
"Cupid?" Castiel raised an eyebrow at Dean.
Dean laughed, realizing how silly a name it sounded to an outsider. "He's an old friend. His name's Lex, but he has this thing for playing matchmaker. You'll like him, he's a fun guy." They found a spot around the pit to sit, propping their feet up to keep them warm. "True story: First time we met, he was drunk, naked and hugged me."
They laughed and chatted for a bit, both of them meeting some new people, but mostly Castiel. They were pulled away from a conversation about how Dean likes his meat (many dirty puns intended as Castiel blushed) when someone yelled out at Dean.
"De-De!" Castiel looked over to see a round face with a huge smile headed their way with Dean on the way to meet him.
"Cupie! Hey!" They had a big, manly hug and he waved for Castiel to come over. "Cas, this is Cupid, the guy I was telling you about earlier."
"This is Cas?" There was a look of shock on his face for a second before he broke out in a wide smile. "No, shit."
"Um, hi?" Castiel was confused, but hugged back slightly when Cupid pulled him in.
"Sorry, I was expecting a girl." He put his hands up and smiled. "I don't mean to offend, I promise. Dean just gushed about how wonderful and gorgeous you were and I just assumed. That's my bad. Let me go get you a drink." He patted Castiel on the shoulder and walked away before he could reply.
Castiel looked up at him and smiled a little. "You went 'on and on' about how gorgeous I am?" He teased Dean, his fingers surreptitiously mingling with Dean's.
"Only to a couple of people." Dean took his hand, leaning in as they talked. "He'd been in cahoots with Charlie about getting me back out there for a while. When you came along, I told him about how I felt about you to shut him up, but it backfired. He kept interrogating me."
"Cahoots?" Castiel was having such a good time, he was really letting himself loosen up, enjoying meeting Dean's friends and opening up. "When did you tell him about how wonderful and gorgeous I am?" He loved teasing Dean when he got the opportunity, which wasn't all that often.
"I called him from the hospital." Dean's smile became a little more serious, glancing down at the ground.
His brow furrowed slightly as he worked out what Dean meant. "That night? We'd just met..."
"I guess I just knew." Dean's thumb stroked the back of his hand.
Castiel just stared at him for a moment, searching for any sign that he was joking, coming up empty. He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything, he reached a hand out to cup Dean's cheek, leaning in for a heartfelt kiss. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up with the most patient, caring, romantic man ever to exist, but he wasn't going to take it for granted.
They broke when they heard a string of whistles and claps, Cupid slinging his arms over both of their shoulders, handing Castiel a new drink. "You guys are too cute. Come on, food's ready." Castiel was slightly embarrassed, but everyone seemed to either approve of their affection or not care, so he shook it off.
They spent the rest of the evening hanging out and catching up, everyone praising Castiel's pies for both their appearance and taste. On the ride home they talked about holiday plans. Bobby had invited them to come with him to Nebraska for Thanksgiving and Dean told Castiel that he really wanted them to go, so they agreed.
When they pulled up to the house, they decided to leave the cooler in the trunk, Dean opting instead to grab the mail while Castiel had a small stack of leftovers that Zeke had insisted they take off his hands.
"Anything in there for me? I'm still waiting on papers about that project. They should have been here by now." Inside the doors, they headed for the kitchen while Dean flipped through the papers.
"Nope, all me." He stopped at the back, looking at a Christmas postcard with an image of cartoon angels on the front singing Christmas carols. He flips it over, skimming across the address on the back. "And some guy named Jimmy Novak that apparently lives here." He assumed it was a mistake, but the address is right.
"What?" Castiel's voice is hard and cold, his eyes wide.
"Just a wrong address." Dean hands him the postcard, thinking nothing of it.
Castiel looks at the image and he's almost too scared to flip it over, but he has so know what it says.
My Angel,
It's been so long... I can't wait to see you. I hope you've missed me.
XOXO
"What's wrong." Dean can see the color draining from his face as he looks at it, his stomach feeling suddenly unsettled.
"I have to go..." Castiel doesn't look him in the eyes, he just drops the postcard and tries to push past Dean.
"Cas, what's wrong?" Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, refusing to let him just run off like that. At first, he was met with a struggle, but Castiel quickly collapsed in his arms, folding down to the floor in a heap.
Castiel tried to answer him, but he couldn't speak. He couldn't even stand or breath, much less speak. Dean sat with him on the floor, rocking back and forth with him. "Please, Cas... It's okay. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. You don't need to be afraid."
"It's me..." He can barely get the words out between gasps, on the verge of hyperventilating. "I'm Jimmy Novak."
It took Dean a moment to realize what that implied. He looked back over to the image of angels on the card and his stomach sank. Castiel's real name never came up in conversation after that one night, but he understood what it meant. They both know who sent that card.
Dean looked around with a wary eye, almost expecting someone to pop out at them. "Listen Cas... Look at me." Dean coaxed his eyes up. "I won't let you get hurt. If he comes near you, I'll kill him." The look in his eyes was deadly serious.
Dean helped him stand, wiping the tears from his eyes. "We're leaving. Now. Let's go pack a bag." Dean indicated for Castiel to stay behind him as they walked back to the living room. He stopped at an old chest, pulling out a white-handled gun, making sure it was ready to go.
He checked that it was all clear before going into their rooms, getting ready. They threw the bags in the back seat of the Impala and sped off, heading for the highway.
During the long drive to the Roadhouse, neither of them slept and they barely spoke, but Dean held Castiel's hand. Dean hated that there was nothing else that he could do, but he hoped that Castiel would feel better the more distance was between them and that postcard would ease his mind a little. It was certainly making him feel better.
- TBC -
