"Ah fuck me, Cas." Dean moaned, barely containing himself. He watched the black haired man's mouth bob expertly over his throbbing dick, the sight itself practically sent him flying off the rails. Castiel gave a slight smile, his blue eyes full of mischief. He started humming and ran his tongue up the length of his shaft. Dean arched his back and bucked his hips, letting out a soft whimper. Cas started to go deeper and harder- and using his tongue that way should be illegal- and Dean's breaths were getting shorter and shorter. "Oh shit- fuck fuck fuck," he whispered uncontrollably. "I'm gonna-!"
Dean practically jumped when he woke up. After he caught his breath and looked around, he realized it was a dream. Oh shit, it was a dream. I had a sex dream about Cas. Fuck. Dean groaned and rubbed his face. His entire body ached from sleeping upright in the hard chair all night. He stood up slowly and let his joints crack as he tried to stretch. He looked down and groaned again. Of fucking course I would get hard. At least nobody's awake.
He went into the bathroom and got directly in the shower. He made the water hot to relax his strained muscles and studied his current "dilemma." I need to take care of this, but I can't think about Cas. I can't. Okay, Winchester. You've got this. He took a deep breath to focus his mind as he grabbed his dick and started stroking. Boobs. Long, blonde hair. Tan. Perfume. Hot girl with big lips. Big, soft lips. Oh those big, soft lips around his cock would be so nice. He started getting more into it and quickened his strokes. Big lips and blue eyes. Cas last night after he took a shower. Cas in his dream this morning. Oh god, just imagine Cas thrusting until he's about to come. He could practically hear Castiel's deep, ragged moans. Fuck me, Cas. And Dean suddenly came hard all over the shower wall.
"Goddamnit," he cursed. He mentally punched himself. I'm so screwed.
"So about this whole 'falling' thing," Sam started. The three men were sitting in a booth at a diner, Sam and Cas on one side and Dean by himself. They were trying to do extra online research while they waited for their food. "Do you have any idea why this is happening?"
Castiel hesitated for a moment and shifted his gaze downward. "No. I was just aware of my loss of abilities and could conclude what happened." Dean studied his face.
"Are you lying?" He asked. Sam shot him a quick bitchface and Dean rolled his eyes. "I have to ask. You never know." They both turned to Cas. He shook his head.
"Alright, well, is there anything we can do?"
"No," he replied flatly. Sam took the laptop from Dean and started typing.
"Well then I guess I'll have to do some of my own research," he said. Cas nodded absently and looked back at the table. They sat in silence until the waitress brought over their orders.
"So, are you going to talk about it, or what?" Sam questioned. Cas looked confused and Dean could feel his chest tighten.
"Talk about what?" Castiel asked. Dean knew what was coming, but really hoped it was something else.
"About what's going on with you two." Cas immediately glanced at Dean, who shifted awkwardly in his seat. Neither of them said anything. "Oh, come on. You two have barely said anything to each other, and look-!" He pointed to each of them. "You're not even sitting on the same side of the booth. You always sit on the same side of the booth. So, tell me what's going on." He demanded.
Dean was visibly angry and uncomfortable. He didn't look up from his plate. "Shut up, Sam." The younger brother rolled his eyes and looked at Cas, whose face was red.
"Well? Are you at least going to clue me in?" Dean's eyes flashed to Castiel and he gulped. Please don't say anything. Please don't say anything.
"I… I don't know what you're talking about. Nothing is going on." He mumbled quietly. Dean released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"Then where were you for three weeks? Why did you leave? Why didn't you say anything?" Sam interrogated, raising his voice. Castiel's face was substantially redder and he looked on the verge of either bursting a vein or crying. He wouldn't look up from his food.
"Damnit, Sam! Can't you see he doesn't want to talk about it? Maybe the reason you're not getting answers is because it's done of your damn business. Ever consider that?" Dean snapped. Sam clenched his jaw and stood up sharply and gathered his things.
"Whatever, I'm going to the library. You two can stay here and wallow in your… whatever it is you won't talk about." And he stormed out of the diner. Dean sighed grumpily and went back to eating. Castiel looked a little more panicked and stared at the door.
"If you miss him that much, you can go," Dean muttered sarcastically. Cas stared at him.
"No, he wants to be alone. I think I made him angry," he murmured. Dean instantly felt guilty for his ill-intended remark.
"Cas, don't. It's not your fault. He's just nosey and gets upset when he doesn't get his way. Don't beat yourself up about it," he said softly. A small smile tugged on the side of Castiel's lips. Seeing that faint smile, all he wanted to do was grab him and kiss him until he wasn't upset anymore. Get your shit together, Dean! That was the most feminine thing you've ever thought. He glanced back up at Castiel, who was pushing around the fries on his plate. This is going to be a long day.
Emotionally constipated idiot. And now it's gotten to Cas, too. I just wish they would talk about something for once, and get over their damn pride. I'm sick of being in the middle of this. Sam was still worked up from their lunchtime dispute. Whatever, at least I can do some research in peace.
Sam gathered an assortment of books on angel lore and pulled up a few websites he found on a search engine. *There was only a little bit of information on being cast down- cast into hell, like Lucifer, having your grace snatched away as punishment, and an even smaller section on choice falling. Anna had done that my ripping out her grace and being reborn as an infant, but Cas is still in Jimmy Novak's form and wasn't reborn with no memory. Sam called Bobby, because if anyone had a clue what was going on, it would be him.
"Hey, Sam, how you doin?" He greeted.
"I'm fine, but we kind of have a situation on our hands."
Bobby sighed. "What did you two idgits do now?" Sam chuckled.
"Oh no, nothing like that. But Cas is back. He told us he was falling, and he said he doesn't know why or how to stop it." He heard ruffling noises from the other end of the line. Bobby mumbled to himself as he flipped through a book.
"Okay, well it says here that they can become human by removing their grace and being reborn, but he didn't do that…" he flipped over a few more pages. "Did he mention anything about an ultimatum?"
Sam paused. "No. What do you mean?"
"Well this says that if an angel is apart of the Apocalypse on Earth, they are brought back to Heaven after a certain amount of time and given an ultimatum: either return to Heaven and not be allowed to return for a millennia, or they can choose to stay human in their current form without being able to return to Heaven as an angel. And staying human involves all of the 'perks' like aging and mortality. This type of falling takes about a month to fully transition." Sam thought for a while. It seemed like that was the only reasonable explanation.*
"But why would Cas choose to be human?" He thought aloud.
"Beats the hell outta me."
"Okay, I'll talk to him. Thanks again, Bobby." He and the older hunter said good-bye and Sam left the library. He had been there for almost three hours. I wonder if Dean and Cas have talked it over yet. He rolled his eyes at the thought. Doubt it.
Dean didn't know what to do since he was alone with the man that was making him so flustered. So, he tried to keep his mind busy by going back and forth between watching TV and going outside on the deck. Castiel mumbled something about going on a walk after they had been sitting in silence for thirty minutes. That was over two hours ago. Damn, I'd better go find him. Where the hell is Sam? He grabbed his keys and drove off in the Impala to find them. When thoughts of Cas started making their way to his brain, he turned the volume on the radio up as high as he could stand it. Much better.
Sam was making his way back to the motel when he received a call from Dean saying Castiel had gone on a walk a few hours ago and wasn't answering calls on the cell phone they bought for him earlier. He would lose him, wouldn't he? Cas probably just doesn't want to talk to Dean; maybe he'll answer my call. So he dialed Cas' number and it rang through twice before it went through. Castiel didn't say anything.
"Cas? Are you there?"
"Hello, Sam," he greeted gruffly.
"Cas, where are you? Dean said you weren't picking up the phone and he couldn't find you."
"I'm… at the park." Sam was about to tell him Dean could come pick him up, but he knew Castiel had left to get away from him.
"Okay, how about I come get you and we can walk back together? I'll tell Dean to go back to the room and not worry." Castiel seemed more relieved when he accepted his offer and hung up.
The town they were staying in was small, so the park was only a few blocks away. When Sam arrived, he spotted Cas sitting on a bench in front of a pond. He came up behind him and put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Hey. So this is where you went to get away from Grumpy?" Sam gave him a smile and sat beside him. Castiel nodded. "So, I talked to Bobby about what might have happened," he hesitated before continuing. "Cas… did you receive the Ultimatum while you were gone?"
Castiel sat in silence before he decided to answer. This topic was obviously difficult for him to talk about. "I received the Ultimatum about three weeks ago, and, as you already know, I chose to become human and stay on Earth."
"Is that when you left? And you didn't come back because you wanted to transition in peace and start a new life?"
"No," Castiel's lips formed a faint smile. Sam gave him a confused look. "But if you must know, I will tell you the whole story."
When they eventually made it back to the motel room, another hour had passed by. Sam felt closer to Castiel after he had confided in him. Before they went inside, Cas stopped and turned to him.
"Sam, please don't tell Dean," he begged. "It's just… I don't think he's ready to know what happened."
"Of course." He gave Castiel's shoulder an assuring squeeze and they went inside.
"Where the hell were you two?! I thought you were supposed to be back an hour ago?" Dean barked. Yeah, definitely not ready yet.
*Author's Note: Everything within the asterisks is all made up. I don't actually know anything about angel lore, and I don't claim to. Please, bear with me.
I hope you all are enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it! I love you all.
