Chapter 4
Authors note: There is another quote from the show this chapter- I obviously have no ownership over it.
They pulled into the least sketchy motel they could find and rented a room. Twenty minutes later, they were all changed into appropriate attire, and Sam was taking a cab into town to interview the families of the victims.
As Cas was opening the door, Dean called out, "Cas, wait."
He let the door swing shut and turned to Dean, his expression blank. Dean took a deep breath, knowing this conversation could either destroy his friendship or take it to a whole new level.
"Cas, I'm not really sure why I'm suddenly making a move on you-"
"Dean, you don't have to apologize, I understand if you don't want a relationship-"
"Cas, please let me finish before I lose my nerve." Cas pressed his lips together. "I don't know why I'm suddenly acting on them, but I've had these feelings for- well, years. But I didn't think it was what you wanted, so I-"
"Dean, stop." Cas said, and Dean felt his gut twist. He's screwed up. He was stupid to think the former angel could ever want him- the human who had caused him to fall from Heaven.
Cas walked right up to Dean and put a hand over the spot where the scar used to be, before Cas healed it.
Dean felt a different kind of gut twist at Cas' next words- "I have always wanted you, Dean. You, however, never seemed interested, what with your appreciation for the female form and all." Cas blushed slightly.
Dean exhaled in relief and moved his head forward until his lips brushed Cas'. "I only want you." He whispered. And then they devoured each other's mouths.
Cas was seated on the small table, Dean between his knees, when the door suddenly opened right beside them.
"What are you guys still-" Sam froze. "…doing here."
Dean was opening his mouth to offer up an explanation- although, how would he explain this as anything but what it was- when Sam said, "Well it's about time.
As Cas scooted off the table in an attempt to put him and Dean in a less compromising position, Dean stuttered out a gurgled, very confused noise vaguely resembling the word what.
"Dean, I've been watching you two have eye sex for years. It's about time you guys did something about it. Although, I'm out fifty bucks because of you." Sam said with a smirk and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm not sure I understand." Cas said with a cute tip of his head.
"They placed bets, Cas," Dean said, feeling out of the loop- how had he really not noticed Cas' affection for four years? "So if it wasn't you, who won?"
"Crowley." Sam deadpanned, his smirk becoming a full on grin.
"Sam! Seriously? You've been making deals with Crowley? Crowley? Come on, man, he's the King of Hell!"
"It's not a deal, Dean, it's a bet-"
"You made a deal that if he won the bet you would give him money."
Sam groaned. "Dean-"
"Hello, boys." The familiar English accent chimed from across the room. Dean turned around in time to see Crowley reach for the bottle of whiskey on the counter.
"I wouldn't bother." Dean said by way of greeting. "Hunter's Helper isn't really the stuff of kings."
"I love it when you tell me what to do, Dean. Touches me right where my bathing suit goes." He laughed at Dean's disgusted expression, but Sam just rolled his eyes- he'd heard that line before. "I heard you boys talking about me. I do believe you are in possession of funds that now belong to me, Gigantor."
Sam huffed, and shot a glare at Dean, who smirked as he watched his brother pull out his wallet. Presumptuous bastard, he thought as Sam tossed the money onto the table.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Moose," Crowley said. He snapped his fingers, and the money disappeared. "Dean, Cas, I wish you the best of luck." He added, almost sounding sincere. And with that, he was gone.
"So… what was your guess?" Dean asked his brother almost shyly.
"Honestly?"
"That would be preferable." Cas said.
Sam carded a hand through his hair. "I said never."
"But you just said that you knew there was something-" Dean said incredulously.
"I know. But the bet was for who guessed closest to when someone caught you guys actually together- and I didn't think you would ever actually do anything. I didn't think Dean would be able to admit he cared for someone that way after Lisa, and Cas obviously wasn't going to do anything." He shuffled from foot to foot, and then asked, "So, is this something that's been going on long?"
"No. Well-"
"I don't need details!" Sam shouted, holding his hands up as though they could block the words.
"Believe me, I wasn't going there." Dean said. "All I'm saying is that we've done a shitty-ass job keeping this secret from everyone but ourselves. But yesterday-"
"DEAN!" Cas and Sam shouted together. Dean just laughed.
"I'm kidding. What are you doing here anyways Sam?"
"Forgot the demon blade." Sam said, walking over to the weapons bag. He pulled it out and tucked it inside his jacket. "So, I'm gonna go, and I'm going to get my own room. I'll see you guys later." He pulled the door open, and Dean could hear him muttering about stupid to bet against a demon, should've known they'd get their shit together. The door was nearly closed when Sam suddenly spun and stuck his head back in the room. "And get some work done!"
Dean and Cas did eventually get some work done- a fruitless effort, as fate would have it. The local authorities had negative nothing, and the survivor had died overnight.
Sam had gone to his room roughly an hour ago. Since then, he and Cas had making out slowly, with less urgency than their other encounters.
Dean was surprised he wasn't freaking out about Sam knowing. He wasn't convinced it would have made a difference- because damn, Cas just felt so good pressed beneath him. Speaking of…
Cas suddenly bucked his hips, hard enough to roll Dean over onto his back, and slid on top of him. Cas' mouth began to travel, placing kisses and nibbles all over his jaw, then began to kiss his neck. Dean groaned when Cas bit the skin on the side of his neck- not nearly hard enough. "Cas!" He gasped.
Cas pulled back. "Did I hurt you?"
"No- it felt good- a little harder though."
"But I don't want to hurt-"
"Cas-it doesn't hurt. I like it."
With that, Cas' lips temporarily returned to Dean's, before travelling once more to his throat. He bit down harder this time- not so hard as to break the skin, but it would leave a mark. In response, Dean pressed his hips up into Cas', and through the fabric of their pyjama pants, could feel that Cas was enjoying this just as much as he was.
Dean reached up, but Cas suddenly grabbed both Dean's wrists and held them above the hunters head. He held them there with one hand, and with the other traced his fingers along the jutting edge of Dean's hip bone- then the waistband of his pants- Dean shuddered with pleasure. "Kiss me," he gasped, and tried to pull Cas' face back up to his from where he was planting kisses on Dean's chest. He found his wrists still firmly grasped in Cas' though, and was relieved when Cas didn't tease him anymore than he already was- his long fingers were running back and forth across the waistband of Dean's pants, and would occasionally slip just past the elastic barrier before pulling back again. Dean was going out of his mind, and did the only thing he could do- kissed Cas so passionately both their heads were spinning.
Neither of them were ready to go any further that night, but they were content to continue exploring each other's body's and trade kisses for God-only-knows how long before they both fell asleep, Cas' head on Dean's chest.
The next morning, Dean woke up with Cas' head tucked under his chin. Dean pressed a kiss to the top of his head, and was pleased when Cas snuggled a little closer.
Dim light filtered through the window, telling him it was way too early to be asleep. He knew there was no chance he'd fall asleep now though. Instead, he held Cas a little tighter and watched as the light through the blinds grew slowly brighter.
Eventually, Dean felt Cas stir, and knew that he would wake soon. He planted another kiss to the top of the angel's head- because Cas would always be an angel at heart, grace or no grace- and slipped out of their bed. He grabbed his towel and slid into the bathroom, leaving the bathroom door open so Cas would know where he went.
He pulled the shower curtain closed and squeezed some shampoo into his palm. He massaged the fragrant lather into his hair, and as the last of it was being rinsed out, he heard the shower curtain click open. He spun in surprise as Cas stepped over the lip of the tub.
Dean must have looked as shocked as he felt, because Cas froze. "This isn't crossing any lines, is it?"
Dean shook his head and grabbed Cas' hand, pulling them together. Cas carded his hand through Dean's wet hair, and Dean ran his hands over Cas' sides as their lips collided.
Dean reached past Cas and grabbed the bar of soap off the shelf. He rolled it around in his hands before setting it back on the ledge and placed his hands on Cas' shoulders, and slid them down the shorter man's arms. He massaged the lather over Cas' back, kissing him the entire time. When he finished, he spun his angel around so that Cas' back was pressed to his chest. He began kissing Cas' neck, adding in the occasional bite or nibble as his hands began their slow journey over his chest.
None of the previous night's reservations existed now- they were both ready for more. Cas' breathing was growing laboured by the time Dean's hands reached his hips. After a few moments of massaging his thighs, Dean reached down and grabbed Cas' dick.
"Dean!" Cas cried out, pressing back into Dean, who planted a trail of kisses down the angels shoulder. It wasn't long before Cas was gasping, Dean's name leaving his lips nearly constantly.
As his orgasm ended, he spun around and pushed Dean up against the wall, and pressed their lips together again. He kissed the entire length of Dean's torso as he sank to his knees. Dean looked down at the angel he undeniably loved and met his eyes- and within their lust-filled blue depths he could see apprehension.
"Cas, you don't have to-"
"I want to Dean- I just- I don't know how."
"Do what you think would feel good."
It didn't feel good- it felt amazing. Hands down the best sex Dean had ever had.
As the water began to run cold, Cas returned to a standing position and brushed his lips tenderly to Dean's. "We should probably get ready for the day," he whispered against Dean's mouth.
"Yeah- yeah, probably." Dean's voice was still shaky as his breathing returned to normal. Cas pulled back and offered the hunter a smile.
"What?" Dean asked, smiling back.
"It's nothing," Cas said, and reached past Dean to turn off the faucet just as the shower head shot a stream of headache-inducing cold water over them.
Over a week later, the trail was dead and they were still no closer to finding Metatron.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean said, throwing the weapons bag on the floor.
"Dean, don't stress about it." Cas said, following him into the room and calmly removing his shoes and trench coat. Underneath, he was wearing a pair of jeans and one of Dean's old shirts.
Sam was the last one into the room, and was carrying a bag of groceries- Cas was insisting that they eat healthier, which should piss Dean off to no end but somehow didn't because he knew Cas was just trying to take care of him.
As he closed the door, Sam eyed the extremely rumpled bed warily. Dean saw him, and as he pulled three beers from the fridge, said, "Dude, we're dating."
"I know- it's just a bit hard to adjust to." Sam blushed at how ridiculous he was being. He was happy for both his brother and the angel, but it was a hard adjustment- Dean used to be the guy interested only in hooking up and avoiding commitment so that he didn't hurt anyone, and now he was… well, Sam didn't really know. Was he gay? Bi? It didn't really matter to Sam, he loved his brother no matter what, but this new Dean was foreign to him.
"Tell me about it." Cas said, taking a beer from Dean. "I still find myself trying to look at him without being noticed."
"Well, no offence Cas, but you were never very good at that." Sam said with a small laugh.
"So I've gathered."
"What about you Dean?" Sam asked as he began to wash the lettuce.
"Easier than I thought it would be. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm allowed to kiss him if I want to." He smiled at the former angel, who was busy loading groceries into the fridge and didn't see the look.
Sam did, though, and he couldn't help but smile to himself. Seeing Dean this happy brought back a version of his brother he hadn't seen in, hell, eight years- it was a version he thought had died along with their father.
The three prepared dinner together in comfortable silence, then sat down to eat together. Around nine, Sam went back to his room, and Dean and Cas went to bed- but it was a long time before either of them slept.
