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WOOOO two updates in one day :P don't I spoil you haha, na this is like a please forgive me fast update, as there probably wont be another for a few days as I have a presentation, a report and an exam over the course of the next week .

This chapter is a little shorter...sorry :P

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Dean didn't see Castiel the next week, something he wasn't happy about, he missed him though he knew that was stupid, it also give him time to go over what had happened in his head again and again, it was driving crazy. Dean was even less happy that he knew Sam had seen Cas, they had hung out, gone for drinks, laughed and joked with each other. Dean knew he was being an idiot he knew they were friends first, they were best friends, he also knew he hardly knew the guy at all; Dean knew he was jealous but would he admit it? No. So for the next week Dean Winchester was not in the best of moods. Dean had every other Saturday off so today he had to go into work, and his moodiness continued, his work became sloppy and had a shot fuse with his tools and with customers. It was really starting to rub Bobby up the wrong way. He ended up sending Dean home at lunch, Bobby stated that 'I don't want to see you sorry ass until Monday and you'd better be in a better god damn mood, because I'm sick of it boy.' His boss' and friend's words replayed in his mind throughout the day. He was in a bad mood, yet he had no call to be, he didn't know why. Well he did but that was something he wasn't going to admit to himself; he needed his Cas fix.

He had Wednesday off so after going to town to do some light shopping, he sat himself down on the sofa and watched star wars, purely because it reminded him of Cas, who he still hadn't seen in over a week.

It was quarter to six, Sam finished at six so he had another half an hour or so to himself.

There was a knock on the door, when Dean answered he found it to be Castiel, he wanted to smile or shout or something to tell him that a week is too long to not see him, but he didn't. They looked at each other for a while before Dean silently motioned for Cas to come in.

"Do you want a drink?" Dean asked, he couldn't take his eyes of the guy, had been waiting to see him again and now he couldn't think of a thing to say.

"Do you have anything that is not beer?" Cas asked, not wanting alcohol and only ever been offered beer. Cas tried to make a joke and stop the awkwardness that had settled around them.

"Well yeah, but why would you want it?" Cas was grateful that Dean let him joke and reduce the awkwardness. Cas didn't want to ignore what happened the last time they met, he saw it as one of those things that even if you're averse to talking you probably should do it anyway.

"Just some water please Dean."

"Sure." Dean turned to make his way into the kitchen as he began to speak. "About last time. I think it best we just,"

"Cas!" Dean screamed in surprised when the smaller boy pinned Dean against the hallway wall holding him there with fists full of Dean's shirt. "What are you-"

"Shut up." Cas told him, he was not going to let Dean just dismiss this, not when he knows he doesn't want too, not when he knows Dean wants it as much as he does. Dean stopped talking instantly, his breathing fastened and his eyes were glued to the man's lips. "You come into my life, offend me then defend me, pull me close, then push me away." Cas moved closer to Dean's ear as he growled, "I don't like playing games Dean, the only games I play are the ones where I make the rules."

"Cas," Dean breathed, his blood was burning and jeans were way too tight, he had no idea where this was coming from but he knew he couldn't stop it the guy, and he loved the feeling it gave him.

"I said shut up." Cas growled again and Dean instantly obeyed. "Close your eyes." Dean looked at Cas a little wary, Cas tried to sooth his worries but did not give up that dominating growl in his voice, as he talked he could see what it did to Dean. His legs shook a little and breath hitched as it quicken. Cas loved knowing he was doing this, the state Dean was getting himself into was due to him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kiss you." Still Dean didn't, so Cas repeated himself which Cas decided would be the last time before things got nasty. Moving so closing that his lips brushed against the man's neck; "Close them." Dean did so and Cas smirked and he continued to tease, swapping which ear he whispered into, not touching Dean too much. Teasing and making Dean want it; he could already see Dean's erection pushing against its tight denim restraint. "You think you can tease me Dean? I know what you want." Cas loosened his grip on Dean's shirt and gently traced the mans torso with his fingers, just hard enough for Dean to feel it, but soft enough to leave him wanted to feel more. "I see it in your pants. See it in your eyes; the longing, the lust."

"But-" Cas slammed his hands on the wall either side of Dean's head making the man jump from shock. His wide eyes meet Cas' darkened but calm ones.

"I won't tell you again. You understand?" Dean nodded silently and closed his eyes again, making Cas smirk. "Good." He whispered. "I know you want to kiss me Dean, feel my cock inside that dirty mouth, you want to taste me running down your throat, to fuck you into a mattress, pinned beneath me, until you're eyes are rolled back, screaming, numb and coming on yourself." Dean stopped the moan escaping from his lips; that sounded so, what was he doing! This can't be happening he thought, his eyes shot open and he pushed Cas away, no he can't do this!

"Stop. What the hell are you doing! I think you should leave." He spoke in a hurried hush tone and turned to go into the kitchen, if he didn't move there was a danger of leaning against a wall and forcing Cas on top of him again. He can't let this guy get to him, its just one if his games Dean thought to himself. Seduce the straight best friend's idiot brother. "Fucking pervert." He said trying to force Cas to leave. This did not happen, when Cas heard that he couldn't stop his anger boiling up if he wanted too.

"What! How dare you say that!" Cas yelled as he walked into the kitchen and slamming the door as he did. His sudden loud gravel voice booming through the house making Dean jump and cock jolt as it thundered through his body. "You can call me gay, queer, a fag, a queen and fucking fairy. Anything like that but I am not a pervert." He growled out spitting out each word and by the end of this he was in Dean's face. "I have done nothing you haven't dreamt of me doing; you're just too much of a pussy to admit it and too much of a dick to hate yourself for it instead of me!"

Silence slammed into the room, Cas out of breath from shouting and Dean panting from the adrenalin Cas just shoved down his throat.

He was staring at the smaller mans lips and after a beat of silence lunched himself on them. Colliding there lips in a desperate, passion filled kiss, one that Cas more that recuperated. Dean grabbed the side of Cas' face and Cas' arms moved to around Dean's neck fiercely pulling him closer. It was sloppy, clumsy, raw and needy. Cas caught Dean's bottom lip between his teeth and bit down causing Dean to moan loudly from the sensation. He moved his hands down grabbed Cas' ass and lifted him onto the kitchen table. Pushing him back so he laid down, when Dean started to kiss and lick Cas' neck, he manage through the fiery passion to swap position so he was straddling Dean. If there was any blood left in Dean's brain it was lost when Cas pinned his wrists above his head and tightly held them there with glorious excess force, pushing the larger man into the table.

Neither man heard the door unlock and open.

"Hello?" It was only when Sam shouted this did Dean realise they weren't alone, and were going to have company any second.

"Fuck." Dean groaned and tried to sit up, "Cas?" Dean asked when the man didn't move and didn't allow him to sit up. Cas started to roughly attack his neck causing Dean to moan though knowing he had to get up he started to struggle a little, though the pleasure was too much to muster enough strength. The feel of Dean struggling against Cas turned both men on even more. "Please Cas, he can't see this." Dean panted suddenly terrified; Cas on the other hand stopped biting Dean's neck and starred at him with a smirk.

Dean thanked god or who ever was out there, when he heard footsteps going upstairs, it was only then that Cas, without a word, moved off of Dean and sat at one of the kitchen chair's. Leaving Dean lying on his back in the same position staring at the guy, when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs again did he finally move and sat down at the table just in time for Sam to open the kitchen door and step in, suspecting nothing.

"Heya Cas, thought you said you'd wait in my room?" Sam asked as he clapped his friend on the shoulder and went to the fridge for some orange juice. Dean's eyes widened at that. It was a game Dean thought and he should have been angry, but by the smirk and wink he got from Cas he found he didn't mind. It was a game, Cas' game, he was willingly playing it and wanted so badly to continue, and Dean already found himself both addicted and exhilarated by it.


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