Warning: M scene.
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Dean ordered two large pizzas. He wasn't exactly sure what had come over him when he decided to buy that much, but now he was feeling a little sorry he hadn't bought more.
Castiel had a plate piled high with pizza crusts. He didn't want to eat the end parts, but Dean called him a spoilt child and then proceeded to run into his room to escape the angered angel flinging forks after him. One hit his eyebrow and he was pretty sure it would leave a mark.
Five minutes later after Dean thought maybe the angel had calmed down a little, he laid his ear against the door and tried to listen for movement. It was there. He was there. Waiting.
"Cas, you can suck my balls. I'm not letting you sleep in here tonight. It's my room," Dean called. He knew the angel was leaning against his locked door. It honestly scared the man a little that his door hadn't been broken down by now. Seriously, he was going to have to get his little brother to come over and patch up the holes in the wall sooner or later.
He could hear the angel sigh, as if thinking 'you stupid fucking human, how many times do I have to tell you…' exasperatedly. "That's not something I would mind doing, Dean," Castiel argued.
Red faced, Dean glared at the door. "Take a shower, Castiel," Dean said tiredly, tossing his magazine to the side and getting out of his bed. He had put on a fresh sheet and duvet, pillows, everything. What Cas did to create his 'nest' was downright disgusting.
Made the brunette man wonder what was up in that tree that Castiel came down from the day they met.
An agitated growl emanated from behind the door and a final slam of a flattened palm reverberated in the room before it was completely silent. The angel was light on his feet—Dean would give him that.
Dean gave it a couple seconds before he decided Castiel must've padded down the hall and went into the living room or, God forbid, his own room. He silently tip-toed to the door and unlocked it, turning the knob ever so slightly…
Never once had Dean ever screamed as loud as he did when he saw a six foot three warrior angel charging down the hall towards his room. It was shrill and high and so unlike him. If one of his neighbors heard, it would definitely sound like he was about to rape a prepubescent girl.
Castiel reached his hand through the doorframe the second the brunette man slammed the vanilla coloured door closed. There was no expected crunch of bones (thankfully, because Dean had a full stomach and that would not be a pretty sight) but instead a very much alive arm that was grabbing around for purchase.
"Open your stupid human door, Dean!"
"Shut your stupid angel mouth, Cas, and we have a deal!" he hollered back, leaning his back against the door. With all his might, he eventually got the angel to retract his arm so that Dean could close the door. "You sneaky bastard."
A small huff sounded on the other side of the door. "I don't want to shower."
"You have to," Dean replied, very much bored of this conversation already.
"It's gross."
"You're gross!" he shouted exasperatedly. "Do you not understand the concept of taking a shower? It's to clean dirty people! Or… Angels… whatever," Dean mumbled the last part.
"I'll only bathe if you help me."
The brunette man began to chuckle excessively like a mad man. "Oh, hell no, Cas. We are not doing that again."
"Doing what…?" Castiel whined from the other side of the door.
"Making me uncomfortable by asking me to wash your cock!" Dean blushed at his blunt words. He couldn't see Castiel's face but he wished he could see his reaction. "And… And making me uncomfortable! This is my apartment, dammit! I should be the one to make you uncomfortable!"
"Open this door so we can speak face to face," Castiel offered, his voice stiff.
"No."
"Dean…" he growled. Chills ran down Dean's spine at the actual mentioning (acknowledgement shouldn't be this difficult) of his name. "I want to be naked with you."
A blanket of scarlet coated Dean's speckled cheeks.
The angel let out a desperate whine. "I'll call you My Master!" Castiel practically purred. He was doing the infamous Sammy Winchester puppy eyes.
The door swung open abruptly. It occurred to Dean that it made him look very eager. "Ahhh, I mean, I was thinking I could start on those observations, you know…"
If Castiel noticed that Dean was embarrassed, he shrugged it off and began to undress in the hallway. It made Dean cringe how comfortable the angel was just peeling his clothing from his body, so excited to engage in… well, whatever they were about to engage in.
"Not cleaning you, though. Brat."
The bath was exactly three hours long. Dean had brought in a wooden dining room table chair and set it on the tile before the bath that Castiel had nodded off inside of. Dean was never much of an artist (although phenomenally skilled compared to his little brother) but he enjoyed sketching the outline of his angel inside the tub.
Castiel's head was tilted back on the edge of the ceramic bathtub; his eyes laid shut comfortably. Of course he was utterly naked, but in Dean's eyes he was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. His wings were in a bit of a mess, but thoroughly cleaned. Still feathers littered the floor, matted to the white tiles where Cas had spilled water over the side.
Dean shut his notebook. He had been writing for—how long has it even been?—hours. The clock read eleven thirty and he didn't feel that reflexive yawn he usually does when he reads late numbers like that.
He stood up, placing the book on the counter and closed the gap between himself and the tub, leaning over to reach in between the angel's ankles to drain out the tub.
The water level lowered and the man noticed the coldness make Castiel twitch. His soft pink coloured nipples had gone hard and stiff and a vast area of goose bumps erupted over his skin.
"Ca—Castiel. Wake up," Dean whispered, nudging the angel's shoulder. He merely grumbled and turned over onto his side, causing his arm to slip on the wet surface of the tub and his head slide down to slam on the edge.
Castiel shouted something distinctly not English and rushed a hand to the side of his face.
Dean had a hard time not laughing. "Yeah, alright Bedhead. Tubhead." The brunette man burst out laughing, clutching his stomach in pain.
The dark haired angel turned his head to stoically glare at his owner. He seethed a couple words that Dean didn't even know where to begin to translate. He shouted something then next that the man also didn't know and attempted to stand up.
"Don't know what you're saying so your words can't hurt me!" Dean sang, tossing the angel a clean plush towel. He turned around now, knowing that if he looked any longer he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze away.
What! He was stating a fact.
"I'm going to bed. In my bed. Just to clarify, my bed is in my room. You will not be sleeping in there, are we clear?" he made sure to put extra emphasis on what was his.
The angel was pulling on a pair of maroon briefs, glaring hatefully at Dean.
"There is a lock on that door, just so you know, and if you break it down—so help me god you will earn money to pay me back."
Castiel cocked a brow, using the towel to dry his dripping unruly black hair. Dean watched him lick the corner of his lips, a small smirk forming. "And by earning money to pay you back… Would you wish me to wash you, Master? Or possibly get on my hands and knees and—"
"Cas, please," Dean growled. He was already having a hard time not popping a boner at the view of Castiel's ass in those tight, tight briefs.
"Because I'm beginning to believe that breaking down that door won't bring the harshest of consequences upon me," he asserted, taking a few steps closer.
Dean jerked his face up, looking down his nose now at the angel who had already closed the gap between the two. It was difficult now, though, because Castiel was clearly a nice one or two inches taller than the human. Dean glared as he spoke. "No, I was thinking about letting you help out at Jo's Roadhouse. Maybe her demon might knock some sense into you," he challenged.
Snarling, the angel broke their eye contact and visibly looked like he was having a hard time controlling his anger. "You put me in the same room as that vile scum and you will have a hard time putting her back together when I'm done."
With that, he pushed past Dean with agonizing force and walked out of the bathroom.
Dean raised both brows then and exhaled deeply. "Alright."
xXx
Michael mewled from the open window. Dean turned his head ever so slightly and patted the pillow next to him. He jumped onto the queen-sized bed, his agile legs seeking through the covers to squeeze into the nook of Dean's shoulder and neck.
"Hey, buddy," Dean acknowledged, scratching two fingers into his kitten's fur. He wondered if he had fed the cat yet but then remembered setting his bowl full of food next to the counter in the kitchen. This, however, didn't stop the man from asking the feline if he had eaten.
Only the tilting of his head allowed the man to smile and lean back into his pillow, his eyes roaming over the book he was reading. It held no importance to him any longer so he bookmarked it and set it on the table beside his bed.
He rubbed his eyes. He knew that he really should get back on a healthy sleeping schedule, but what with the new guest in the house it was a little difficult.
The man's eyes slid to a close and at once he knew he wasn't alone. Michael was no longer purring in his sleep and keeping Dean warm, but back out the window and onto the fire escape most likely, climbing back down.
Large black wings filled up almost the entirety of the room. Dean could only see the blurred edges of things, but a very familiar set of blue eyes looked up at him, the head laden with thick onyx hair.
Words failed Dean. He wasn't sure if he didn't know what to say or if he wasn't capable of speaking in the first place. All he could force out were small, light moans.
The angel obviously took this as a sign to come closer, feeling invited by the sounds. He practically crawled over to the man, climbing onto the bed and coming in close to Dean, so close that he could feel Castiel's hot breath on his lips.
There was no touch between their lips, however, but instead the angel dipped his head in and began to place small, wet kisses to Dean's neck, the juncture of his collarbone, and then proceeding to his shoulder. It was surprisingly arousing and Dean felt himself perk up, a small fluttering of butterflies in his chest accompanying the hard on.
The angel traveled lower now, feeling his way down Dean's chest—pushing up his thin tee and licking brashly at the man's puckered nipples. All the while, Castiel did not speak a word of English, but instead the same language that Dean knew to be Enochian—like the symbols over his angel's tattooed chest.
After each pink nipple was carefully attended to and the skin surrounding the nub a bright cherry colour, Castiel continued on lower. His tongue hanging out of his mouth was essentially his guide, getting lost in his navel and then the thin brown hairs that led to Dean's exponentially hard cock.
The small moans and mewls were now coming out louder from Dean's lips. The angel nosed the thin plaid boxers that covered his cock, nuzzled it like a kitten that wanted affection. Then he opened his mouth and licked the tip of the man's dick through the cotton.
"Cas!"
And just like that, Dean was awake.
It was like when you sleep and you snore/ (or in this case) talk loud enough it accounts in your brain and suddenly you're awake—Dean had shocked himself out of his sleep.
"C—CAS!" Dean wailed, seeing his angel pawing at his boxers, pulling them down so subtly and yet seductively, his throbbing cock popping past the clothing and hitting his stomach. The sheer hotness of Castiel's mouth around Dean's cock made him scream out again, the surprise of this whole situation overwhelming.
"You were saying…?" Castiel asked, arching his brow so flirtatiously and then proceeding to sink his mouth onto the man's aching member.
My angel is sucking my cock, Dean discovered in ultimate shock. He didn't know what would be appropriate to say or do in this situation, seeing as Castiel was practically his brother or something since they were around the same age (very, very roughly speaking) and it would be weird calling him 'son' since Dean was the one who adopted him. For fucks sake, they had handed him over to Dean as Castiel Winchester!
Castiel was a little vacuum, sucking hard and thoroughly up and down Dean's length, making the man hiss in earnest. "Fuck. Yes. Cas!"
He knew somewhere, somewhere deep and secured, that he probably shouldn't be doing this with his adoptive son. Putting it like that was the only way that made Dean feel any sort of humiliation.
But just peering into those hot azure eyes that hadn't seemed to blink since he began raping Dean with his mouth made the human man go wild with lust. He vaguely realized he was panting like he just ran a marathon and his hips were bucking up excitedly. "Fucking suck my cock so good!"
Castiel bobbed his head, increasing his speed practically every time he went back and then rushed forth once again. His fingers were either massaging into Dean's inner thighs or slick, running past the human's pulsating hole.
It just seemed too good to be true, Cas sucking his dick like a fucking porn star.
He used one hand to cup Dean's ass and lift it up so that he was fucking Dean's cock into his own mouth. The friction was much too good and Dean felt himself spiraling out of control far too early.
The angel's thick finger slipped into Dean's anus and the man shot up this time on his own into Castiel's awaiting mouth. "Auh!" he cried.
The digit just kept coming though, and it burned. It felt like it was ripping Dean up from the inside but when another lubed finger entered him, the pain lessened.
"Jesus fuck!" His prostate got barely a tap but Dean could already feel the orgasm pooling in his lower stomach, fighting to get out.
Seductive azure eyes sought out Dean's once again and he smirked, licking up a stripe on the underside of his owner's cock. "I'm not Jesus, Dean," he said tauntingly, pushing up into the human with more force than necessary. His prostate was taking a harsh beating and Dean screamed and screamed, not even concerned about holding back anymore.
His orgasm burst out before Dean could even register, and his hot cum shot into the angel's face, catching the lot of it inside of his mouth. Some of it ended up sliding down Castiel's nose and swollen scarlet lips.
Castiel retracted his two forefingers from Dean's ass and brought them up to the human's face, pushing them past the slightly open lips. Dean didn't have a chance the consider how disgusted he felt about this, but instead opened his lips eagerly and clamped down on the two slick fingers, sucking as ferociously as Cas had just a moment ago with his own cock.
"That's a good boy," Castiel said affectionately, giving the cock a few more kitten licks before pulling the elastic back over the now soft cock and pushing the boxers back into place. "My very good boy."
The angel's wings fanned out as he leaned in real close to the human, just barely hovering over him and pulled his fingers out of Dean's mouth. A soft whine of discontent left the man's lips as Cas did so, but instead of dropping his hand to his side, Castiel brought the two filthy digits to his own lips and began to suck lewdly on his own fingers.
The angel peeled the covers back and Dean reached out and snaked his arms around Castiel's hard flanks, pulling the angel in and pressing their hips together. He nuzzled his brunette head into the juncture of Castiel's neck and shoulder tiredly, yawning softly as if their activities had just caught up with his brain.
Just as Chuck had jokingly asserted just a week prior, Castiel turned out to be quite the possessive cuddle monster.
this is unbeta'd so any mistakes are mine; i was feeling a little twitchy for not posting all weekend and i wanted to just present this chapter... I created an AO3 account under the same name; i've only posted my Highway of Endless Dreams there so far but i think i may post other explicit side stories there so check the link on my profile from time to time.
otherwise... Thanks for reading! don't forget to leave a review!