Warning for male/male sexual situations. Takes place right after the Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid episode, so it contains spoilers if you haven't seen this yet. Please review, etc. I want to know if I did okay. I'm always so self-conscious about my erotic scenes.
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Just as he'd expected, Dean didn't make eye contact with him later that day. Could it be that they were just busy, or maybe he was too drunk and forgot all about it? No, he was drunk, but not that drunk. He remembers kissing me. Castiel shrugged off the slight confusion and continued on about his missions, showing up sporadically from day to day to check on the Winchesters and help them in any way they needed. Apparently they were having some trouble with zombies. Zombies? The dead are walking the Earth, now. Bobby of all people should be losing his mind. But his wife is back from the grave. She seems normal. They all do. This is not going to end well.
Like a psychic, Cas was right in his thinking, right along with the Winchesters. The zombies turned on their families, developed insane hunger and dropped from the friendly undead right into horror movie zombie mode. Sam and Dean took up arms and helped the sheriff when it came to re-killing her son after he ate out her husband's throat. One by one, they all lost it. Everybody knew it was only a matter of time, a short matter of time, before Bobby Singer had to face the music and kill his wife for the second time in his life.
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The day Cas came back was the day after all the dead were put back into the ground. Bobby's house had a silence hung over it, sadness. He ran into Dean in the upstairs hallway. Almost nobody used the upstairs area of the house anymore. It was apparent by the fresh footprints interrupting the dust on the wood floors, floors that were dry and warped. Dean must have heard the fluttering of wings.
"Bobby killed his wife… again." Dean started, quietly. He didn't want the grieving man downstairs to hear a word of it. Bobby was edgy, and preferred if nobody spoke to him about her second death. He was the type of man that liked to mourn in silence. Castiel couldn't help but wonder if this is where Dean got his, "Let's not do feelings" mentality that escaped the more sensitive Sam.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too." Dean continued, sullen. He cared a great deal for Bobby. Bobby had been a better father to him than John ever was, and it pained him to see that there was nothing he could do to help. But that was how it is with mourning, you can be there when they need you but you can't unburden a person from their pain.
"How… how is he?" Cas asked, taking a step closer to keep his deep voice from having to go any louder to be heard.
"He's taking it rough as anyone would. But he's tough, and stubborn. He will get through it. He always does when something happens. Old son of a bitch."
"I can't help but be reminded of you when anything threatens to harm Sam."
Dean looked up from his thoughts, now involved at the mention of two of his buzzwords: threaten and Sam. It was true. Sam really was his weakness, and had been from the time they were children, when Dean had to grow up and be a man basically overnight. When John took off on his hunts, he always said to look after Sammy, threateningly sometimes, and though it annoyed him not to live as a normal kid, he loved his brother, and almost didn't need to be told to protect him.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"You looked at me for a split second, and then stared off into space without blinking. It's unnerving."
"I have a lot going on right now. This thing with Bobby, whether or not my brother is going to give away his soul…"
"If you need to-"
"No, Cas. I don't want to talk about it."
The silence that followed was an awkward one. Both men stood in that same dark hallway for what felt like ages, looking at pictures on the wall, curling wallpaper, doorknobs, before Cas spoke again.
"This is my favorite place in this house."
Dean raised his eyebrow, asking 'why' without using any actual words.
"It's all alone up here, like another planet. It's almost forgotten, but it reflects a part of Bobby. This part of the house is where his memories are painted. There's something forlorn about it."
"Okay Picasso. I didn't realize I was talking to a fruity artist."
Castiel sighed, but decided not to pursue an argument with Dean in the fragile state he was in. He let the comment go and told himself that this was how Dean self-medicated. Sarcasm, insults. It wasn't truly meant to be cruel.
Before another uncomfortable quietness seeped into the house, a radio downstairs had been turned on, most likely by Bobby, to drown out any sobs that might have escaped his lips before sinking into a drunken sleep. That was the only reason there could have been for the volume that it was turned to, quite loud, clearly audible in any room of the large home.
"Girl.. Been a long time that we've been apart, much too long for a man who needs love. I miss you since I've been away…"
"Hey, Scorpions." Dean said, slightly smiling and pointing one finger up toward the ceiling as if that was where the music was coming from. The pair couldn't hear Bobby mutter 'balls' to himself, but they were sure he would have said something like that. Yet, he didn't change the channel, and the classic rock tune continued.
"Babe, it wasn't easy to leave you alone, It's getting harder each time I go. If I had the choice I would stay…"
Their eyes met briefly, like they had before when suggestive songs came on the radio, quickly averting their glances somewhere else.
"There's no one like you. I can't wait for the nights with you."
Castiel looked at Dean again. He wanted to, and it was usually Dean that broke their gazes anyway. But the electricity that hung in the air was undeniable. It was tension, building like a fog around the two of them and making it almost difficult to breathe. It was the first time they'd been alone together since the night they kissed.
"Dean." Cas said quietly. It wasn't a whisper or a command. It just needed to be said. Angels had ways of reading people, not their thoughts, but the aura they give off, and Dean was seconds from bolting. Something needed to anchor him into facing this train head on.
Dean looked up one more time, making eye contact this time, nodding once.
"Cas." He replied, acknowledging he was still held back, and was not going to run down the stairs at top speed.
"I imagine the things we'll do. I just want to be loved by youuuuu. No one like you!"
Both swallowed, almost at the exact same time, the lump in their throats contagious and memories of how damn good that night of drunken kissing felt. It was almost a craving now, a hunger, a need. Maybe just one more.
Dean stepped forward, the dominant sort of man he was, bridging the gap between them, using one hand to grip Cas's backwards tie, as he brought their lips together in that all too familiar kiss, with the same mixture of heat and cold as before shooting up his spine and into his brain. A gasp escaped the smaller man and in surprise, he stepped back one pace, backing into the wall. Dean followed, not breaking the kiss, instead he intensified it by placing his free hand at the back of Castiel's neck, holding him in place, trapping him between the wall and his own solid body. After the shock of the moment worked its way out of the angel's system, he softened, and wrapped both arms around the taller man's waist, tilting his head back and allowing access to his mouth just as he had done before. I missed this, Dean. I missed you.
Alcohol had nothing to do with the intoxication shared by them now, but the intimacy between the two was rapidly intensifying, almost to a dizzying level. Heat burned in both of them, and detonated at just this moment, where all the tension shared between them before translated into pure, deep, desire for closeness, for everything. Like a forest fire, it was swiftly spreading out of control, as both men pressed together, tongues struggling for dominance between their mouths before lips closed and parted.
"Really no words strong enough, to describe all my longing for love. I don't want my feelings restrained."
Castiel gasped a second time as Dean's cold hands plunged up under his shirt, tracing icy trails over warm, sensitive skin. He again ground their groins together as he bit into the smooth stretch of skin on the angel's neck, letting go to place kisses on the reddened bite marks.
"Dean" Cas moaned, pulling back momentarily.
"Yea?"
"My pants are… painfully tight." he muttered, looking at the floor, having learned a thing or two about human embarrassment.
Panting, Dean too pulled back to assess the problem. 'Painfully tight' seemed like an understatement. Upon looking down at the crotch of Castiel's slacks, they appeared ready to tear at the seam.
Okay, Dean thought, time to nut up or shut up.
"Okay," he said aloud, taking a deep breath and unfastening Cas's belt at record speed, followed by the closing hook and had the zipper halfway down before the angel tensed.
"Dean."
"What?" Dean sighed in horny exasperation.
"You're about to take my pants off in the hallway of Bobby's house."
"Yeah?"
"Well, Bobby can't make it up the stairs, but what if Sam.."
"Point taken." Dean replied, motioning toward the door beside where they were standing.
"That's a linen closet." Cas replied, arousal making sentences difficult to form.
Dean shrugged, and choosing another door, pulled Cas into one of the spare bedrooms in Bobby's three bedroom house.
Once inside, the two joined back into kissing against the nearest wall, this time with Dean backed against it, and Cas free to press into the bigger man. Dean pulled off Cas's trench coat and abandoned it on the floor as his hands continued to explore. This room was dusty and rather small, only a full-sized bed furnishing it. The room was much closer to a large closet, truth be told. Screw it, it will work, Dean told himself. Besides, it would have been very disrespectful to choose the room Bobby used to share with his wife when she was alive. That room had not been used in years. Back to his thoughts, he again reached for the zipper of Cas's pants, letting them fall to the floor, revealing equally tight underwear. Yeah, Cas. You would be the type to wear boxer-briefs.
"Wait. Let me," Cas's gruff voice uttered nervously, getting down on his haunches to remove his shoes, kicking off his pants in the process. He repositioned onto his knees and came just above eye level to the equally tightened crotch of Dean's pants, though the denim material did a better job of concealing an erection than polyester slacks did.
Experimental hands slowly ran their way up the front of Dean's legs, Castiel's right arm wrapping around the left thigh, partly to be closer to Dean, and partly to steady his own dizziness. His left hand roamed under the front of the human's gray t-shirt to trace fingertips over hard abs. Single handedly, Cas unfastened the button and fly of Dean's pants, letting them sag slightly, before lifting the hem of his shirt to place kisses over exposed skin. He looked up warily, hoping that if Dean met eyes with him, it would tell him that this was okay, he was doing well and to keep going. Their eyes did meet, and though Dean didn't say anything, gently shifting his hips forward told Castiel that he wanted this.
Cas's right arm left its place around Dean's thigh to allow his right hand to calmly let his fingertips slip into the waistband of his beloved's plaid boxers before brushing against something warm and moist, causing Dean to inhale sharply. Cas quickly drew his hand back and took in another breath, steadying his nerves before flattening his palm over the stiff bulge still concealed by cloth. Not waiting to become nervous again, he set to caressing up and down before Dean gripped his own pants and underwear together, pulling them down to mid-thigh and offering to Cas the fullness of his length
"Touch, Cas." Dean sighed.
Slightly taken back by Dean's sudden control of the situation, but relieved at having his guess-work removed, he swallowed once and then carefully ran his fingers down the underside of Dean's cock, drawing a soft sigh from the other man. Dean's eyes closed and he leaned his head back against the wall, absorbing the sensation of Castiel's palm rubbing him into even deeper solidity.
After what seemed like being in Heaven, Dean's eyes snapped back open at the feeling of Castiel's lips where his hand once was. The sensation was soft at first, just a kiss, before Dean looked down to see blue eyes looking up at him and a tongue slip once over the tip of his organ. His hips jerked forward involuntarily and a muffled Mmff jumped from his throat. Goddamn, he looks so sexy, Dean thought to himself, watching as Cas took the head into his mouth, sucked briefly, and released with a popping sound.
"Mmm Cas…" Dean moaned, semi-embarrassed at the drop of his manliness at that moment.
"Do you like this?" Cas asked, repeating the same motion.
"Yes…more"
Castiel obliged and took more into his mouth, toying with the most pleasurable amount of suction. His tongue swirled around the head and along the vein on the underside of Dean's cock, taking as much in as comfortable without gagging, holding Dean's hips against the wall to keep him from thrusting too roughly. The taste of the fluid oozing out was new, salty but not unbearable. Castiel could see himself liking this flavor, and loving the sound of Dean's moans. He was still trying to hold it back, but here and there, moans would escape.
How could anything feel this damn good? Dean's thoughts were a mile a minute, but also so hard to grip that he was barely thinking at all, at least not anything other than, I want you, Castiel.
"Wait." Dean sighed, placing a hand in Cas's hair, gently pulling him back. The angel looked up at him, concerned. "I was about to…explode" Dean said, stroking his hand down the side of Cas's face. "Come here." Before Cas could protest, Dean pulled him back to his feet, turning to where Cas's back was once again to the wall. Their lips joined again as Dean's hands traveled to pull the smaller man's underwear down, letting them slide to his ankles. The warm contact of naked laps pressing together drew another gasp from Cas, allowing Dean an opportunity to slip his tongue into the angels mouth before rubbing their bare shafts together, letting the oozing fluid they were both emitting coat their throbbing flesh. Without breaking their kiss, Dean pulled off Castiel's tie and set to work on the buttons of his shirt before stopping.
"Whoa." Dean groaned, rolling his eyes up to meet Cas's from where they were previously.
"What is it?" Cas asked.
"You're…big."
"Did you just call me fat?"
"No Cas, I mean…big." Dean said again, pointing downward.
Castiel cleared his throat, "Yes… I suppose so." He tried not to make a big deal about it. It wasn't monstrous, but Jimmy had been rather endowed, a bit more so than Dean had been. It didn't matter, and Cas kind of wanted to distract Dean from this.
He took the hem of Dean's shirt and pulled it up over his head, pulling their bodies once again together before placing kisses over his left shoulder and collarbone, while Dean maneuvered between them to pull Castiel's shirt back, letting it slide down his arms as much as it could, before it needed a helpful pull before sailing to the floor.
Dean took control again, backing Cas against the edge of the bed that probably had not been sat on in years, which he slowly sank down onto, to avoid sending a cloud of dust into the air. Dean followed carefully, and the two situated to where they were laying, Dean on top of Cas just like the first night they kissed. Dean lowered to kiss him again and positioned himself between the angel's thighs. Cas hissed in a sharp breath of air, trying to mask trembling that was very hard to control.
"Cold?" Dean asked.
"No. I'm nervous." Cas replied. He wanted to say a lot more, but also didn't want to ruin the mood with his concerns and lack of confidence.
Dean smirked. This happened plenty of times before, being the experienced one, but until now it was always with women. It couldn't be much different.
"Shh" Dean whispered, nudging Castiel's legs apart, pushing the tip of his length against Cas's entrance, causing his eyes to widen momentarily before he turned his head to the side, not wanting Dean to see his panic. This is about to happen. Yes, it does feel much better with Dean than the idea of losing my virginity to a prostitute, but I can't help but feel…afraid.
While in deep thought, Dean took Castiel's hand and placed it over his own length that throbbed against his stomach. Cas looked up at Dean, confused.
"It's okay." Dean whispered, still covering Cas's hand with his own, moving up and down slowly, helping the angel pump his own shaft at a pleasurable pace, until he didn't need to guide anymore and removed his hand, taking in the sight of Castiel masturbating under him. That ought to distract him from what's probably going to hurt, Dean thought. He'd never had anything enter his body before, but women have told him that it hurts at first, and though the two of them had a rocky relationship, he didn't want to do anything to intentionally harm Cas.
Holding himself up with his right arm, Dean used his left hand to grip the angel's hip, steadying himself before slowly pushing his way past intense tightness and into the warmth of Castiel's body, trying to ignore the sharp intake of breath and the look of Cas's eyes closing tightly. Past the point of no return, he continued to push in until fully sheathed inside, the front of his thighs compressed against the backs of Castiel's. The two simultaneously exhaled the breath they'd been holding.
"You okay?" Dean asked, stilling himself for a moment even though every impulse told him how good it would feel to pull out and then thrust back in and pound Cas into the next world.
His eyes opened briefly, and looking up at Dean, he nodded.
"Does it hurt?"
Cas shook his head to say 'no' and he wasn't lying. It didn't actually hurt. The feeling was more pressure and fullness than anything else. Being an angel had to have something to do with this, because it seemed like it would be painful for an ordinary human. His left hand went to rest on the back of Dean's head, pulling him down into another kiss that would distract him from the feeling of his body accommodating the invasion.
Not able to wait through the feeling of being squeezed mercilessly, Dean shifted his hips to pull out ever so slightly before pushing back in. Each thrust pulled out a little farther and shoved in a little harder, keeping it gentle until he felt Cas meeting his thrusts by pushing against them. He knew it started feeling good when Castiel let go of his own shaft to run his hands up and down Dean's bare back, taking time to kiss the bigger man between moans. The two were both moaning at this point, letting pleasure sweep over their bodies. Dean had lowered himself closer to Cas, so that the angel's cock was trapped between the friction of their abs rubbing together.
"Dean…" Castiel moaned, thoughts clouded by pleasure, to where he almost was unsure of what he was just thinking or what he was actually saying. Heat was crashing throughout his entire body, pooling at his groin and tightening his throat, so that moans now came out as whimpers.
"Dean, I love you."
He didn't speak, but exhaled in surprise. Nobody had never said this to him during sex. Not once. It was a shock.
"Castiel…" Dean sighed, burying his face into the crook between the smaller man's neck and shoulder, kissing gently to contrast with the intensifying thrusts that could have lasted for hours, neither of them knew. It felt so good it could have lasted forever.
"Dean, I'm… something is…" Cas panted, not sure at all what he was trying to say. The heat was becoming unbearable, and he partly felt like he might throw up, but that wasn't it. This was like nothing he had ever felt and all he could think to do was cling to Dean and hope to get through this.
"You're gonna come?" Dean asked, gruff voice almost purring this.
Castiel nodded. He wasn't even sure what that meant. But Dean knew. Something was certainly going to happen, maybe this was it. Cas's head pounded and his skin broke out with goose bumps as his vision became black and his body was ripped into frantic contractions. Unable to breathe, he clutched Dean as tightly as he could, riding the waves of pleasure, feeling something warm and wet spilling between their bodies.
Dean wasn't far behind. The way Cas's body tightened and heated even more than before was too much to control. Rolling with the clutches of orgasm, he thrust into the body under him, filling the angel's hollow insides with warm, white seed, finally collapsing atop the smaller body. Both men lay together, panting in embrace, basking in the after-glow of their delight.
"Dean…" Castiel whispered.
"Yeah?"
"We made love." Castiel said, matter-of-factly, as if reading it from a book and making a discovery, staring straight at the ceiling.
Dean chuckled to himself. "Yeah, that's one way to put it." He pulled the dusty blanket over top of them, which would have sounded gross if he wasn't so exhausted.
"I'm sleepy, Cas." Dean muttered, his eyes closing as he wrapped his still nude body around his angel.
"Sleep, Dean. I'll be here with you in the morning." Castiel whispered, watching the human fade into sleep, though he himself barely blinked the entire night, soaking in what had just happened between he and his dearest friend.
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SONG CREDITS:
No One Like You- The Scorpions
