A/N: smut lies ahead!
Dean wiped his face with the rag next to his tool box, attempting to get rid of the sweat and grease that covered him. It was hot in the garage, his coveralls tied around his waist, his wife-beater totally ruined.
His dad had left about an hour ago to go pick up Adam from the neighbor's house that watched him sometimes when they all were out and left Dean to finish up on the car they'd been working on. He'd been working at Bobby's garage for the past couple summers, helped out during the year here and there, so it was really no hardship for John to leave him. Especially now that the Impala was officially his – early graduation present and all.
Man, he was gonna look so fucking good rolling up Senior year in his baby.
He moved from the car he'd just finished up on, clipboard in hand, looking over the paperwork and heading into the front office with a stupid smile on his face. Baby did that to him. Janice, the receptionist, sat talking with her friend, practically ignoring him. He signed off on the paperwork and slid the clipboard over to her, he was about to leave to go shower when Janice's friend stopped him.
"Where you going, Dean-o?"
He turned at the sound of her musical voice. She was a few years older than him with dark hair falling around her shoulders and elbows. She was beautiful and knew it from the look in her dark eyes, the quirk in her brows, the smirk on her large lips. He'd seen her around a lot this summer, but he only knew her as Janice's Hot Friend.
Apparently now she wanted to talk to him.
"To take a shower." He smirked. "Why, where are you going?"
She let a smirk fall onto her sinfully big lips as Janice rolled her eyes. "Out with you tonight."
Dean smiled at her, still oozing too much charisma and charm for a seventeen year old to really possess. "Well I guess I should go get ready then..."
"Rhonda." She clarified. "Go make yourself pretty for me, Dean-o."
Dean smirked and left for the showers, hearing Janice gag and Rhonda laugh. Whatever, Rhonda was seriously hot and Dean was all over that.
He was use to girls hitting on him, he was use to dates and romps in the Impala. Rhonda might be a few years older than him, but there was nothing like an experienced partner to show him the ropes.
Him and Lisa had both been virgins their first go, Cassie had slept with one other person at the time, Amanda had never let him get that far, and all of his other rendezvous had been makeouts and handjobs in the back seat.
Plus, with his feelings for Cas all on lockdown, he really needed this.
He showered in the back quickly, but thoroughly, and dressed in his clothes from earlier. Not the best outfit ever, but, whatever. Rhonda thought he was a dirty mechanic, so she wouldn't be too disappointed when he walked out in jeans and a black t-shirt.
He met her out by reception, Janice rolling her eyes as Rhonda took his arm and led him out to their cars. She told Dean to follow her. He did, to a diner on the other side of town, not far from her apartment. He felt a surge of arousal go through him at her words.
They ate burgers and pie, laughing about the stories from their jobs – she was an accountant, go figure. Once they were done – Rhonda insisting that they split the bill – she pulled him into her car and drove a block to her apartment building. He'd definitely be able to walk to his car with ease after this was over, and he appreciated her thinking ahead, because it would've been a bitch to try and park the Impala back here.
Dean followed her up the stairs to her apartment, dick already hard and ready to go. She pounced on him as soon as they walked through the door. Pushing him back against the wall and kissing him hard, licking deep into his mouth.
She pulled him into her bedroom and pushed him down onto her bed. She straddled him and began to kiss him again. His hands found their way to her hips, moving her up and down over his length, moaning at the feeling of perfect friction.
She pulled back, ripping her shirt over her head and tossing it onto the floor with a smile. That was the thing about Rhonda that he really enjoyed – she was fun. She smiled and laughed and it didn't make him feel like she was looking down upon him. She was just genuinely having a good time and Dean couldn't get enough of it.
He pulled off his own shirt, the amulet Sam had given him years ago cold against his bare chest. Rhonda slipped off his lap and shimmied out of her jeans, tugging on Dean to go the same. He shook them off and stood before her in his boxers. He couldn't stop staring at her breasts, all pushed up and glorious looking in a silky grey bra and matching panties.
She watched him stare at her body, a wicked smirk falling over those lush lips of hers. "Dean. I have a great idea."
"Oh, yeah?"
He had no idea what she was about to say, but from the look in her dark eyes he just knew it had to be kinky. She seemed like the type – so unabashed and confident in her sexuality.
Rhonda moved to one of the dressers by her bed, rummaging through until she turned back to him with a smirk, pink panties in hand. God help him.
"Why don't you put these on? I bet you have the prettiest cock and I bet it would look so good bulging out of these."
God damn, she was wicked.
"Please, Dean-o. For me?" She bat those big dark eyes of hers and pouted those large lips at him.
He eyed the panties in her hand before sighing and grabbing them from her. She smiled triumphantly and watched as he shed his boxers, dick swinging out, and pulled the panties on. They were satiny and soft, the brush of it against his cock was actually really nice – arousing. He stood with his hands on his hips, blush covering his cheeks and chest, eyes narrowed at her.
Rhonda cooed at him, "Oh, Dean. You look just divine."
"Yeah, yeah. Get over here so I can fuck you." Dean muttered playfully, pulling Rhonda in to kiss her soundly.
She giggled, but let him kiss her, moaning around his tongue. She pushed him back down onto the bed, crawling over him on all fours. She nipped at his lower lip, smirking down at him.
"Have you ever been fucked, Dean?"
His eyes went wide as he looked up at her. "What?"
"You're Bi, right?" She asked seriously, but with a smile, non-judging.
He swallowed, "Yeah." Unsure of how she could've known.
"So," She repeated. "Have you ever been fucked?"
"No." He admitted, suddenly a little shy. "I mean, I've fingered myself before, but... no."
"Would you like to?"
She sounded sincere and sinful all at once, eyes trailing over his face and neck, following the blush that had yet to fade. His heart was beating fast inside his chest, afraid to say yes and also afraid to say no. In the end, Rhonda made up his mind for him.
"Dean, trust me, you're going to really like what I have in store."
He bit at his lower lip, looking up into her dark eyes with wide ones of his own, his stomach dropping in anticipation and arousal. "Okay."
Rhonda smiled and bit her lip at the same time, her energy was giddy and infectious. "Okay, move up on the bed." She got off of him, moving to the bedside table and began rummaging through. "Oh, and keep the panties on." She threw over her shoulder as an after thought.
Dean complied, moving up on her bed so his head rested against the pillows. He felt exposed, but not in a bad way. He was nervous, sure, but mostly he was excited. His cock was swollen and leaking in her pink satin panties and he wondered if he'd be able to hold off from coming.
Rhonda returned to the bed with a bottle of lube and what he was pretty sure was a blue vibrator. At least it wasn't hot pink. Dean wasn't sure if he could live with himself knowing he'd let a girl fuck him with her hot pink vibrator.
He tried to relax as she pressed a button on the remote in her other hand, the soothing sounds of Zeppelin wafting out from her ipod docked somewhere in the room. If he thought this chick was seriously cool before, it was nothing compared to now.
Rhonda moved the panties aside so his balls and hole were showing and drizzled plenty of lube on her fingers, bringing them down to rest against his hole.
He'd done this before – fingered himself in the middle of the night, pretending it was Cas – but the sensation was much different when it was another person. He let out a gasp as she circled a finger around his hole, pressing but not pushing until he opened for her. She slid the finger in, the wet slide warm and the intrusion made his dick harder – if that were even fucking possible.
She pumped her finger in and out, letting him adjust, and then added another. He bit his lip around a moan at the gentle burn of the stretch, palming at his cock which was throbbing. She kept up a steady pace of in and out until she added a third slim finger and curled them. Dean nearly jumped off the bed when she grazed firmly at his prostate, or what had to be his prostate because fuck.
"Found it!" Rhonda called triumphantly from above him. "It's been a while since I've done this, but I knew I'd find it eventually."
She began swiping against it on every thrust in, making Dean see stars and close to begging at this point, for what he wasn't quite sure.
For Cas, mostly. He wanted Cas here, fucking him into the mattress, kissing him long and hard, whispering filthy fucking things into his ear in that deep gravel voice of his.
He was panting by the time Rhonda removed her fingers, his dick hard enough to cut stone, but he didn't want to come yet. He watched, breathless, as Rhonda slicked up the toy, smirking at him as she pressed the tip to his entrance.
"Now is when things are really going to get fun, Dean-o."
She pushed the toy inside of him and Dean gasped around the feeling of being stretched and full, wanting nothing more than it to be Castiel. She pumped it in and out of him a few times before switching the thing on and Dean really did jump that time. The vibration went through him, making him moan and thrash, then she pressed it up into him at an angle so it pressed against his prostate and Dean nearly cried.
"Oh my fucking god." He all but sobbed, lurching up, gasping at the feeling.
Rhonda sat up, sliding off her bra and panties quickly, before pulling his cock out of his own panties. She ripped open a condom, rolled it down his length – while he whined, basically – and straddled him. The feeling of her sliding down his cock at the same time as the vibrator pressing insistently against his prostate was almost too much.
He was gasping and moaning as she bounced up and down on his length, tugging at his hair and throwing her head back in pleasure. He gripped her hips tightly, pushing down on the toy in his ass as she fucked herself on his cock. He wasn't going to last, he knew that.
"I'm close." He ground out between breathless pants.
"Touch me." She begged.
He slid a hand down to her entrance, warm and wet, so different from how he knew a boy would feel. He felt for her clit and rubbed as she found that perfect angle and rode him hard. Her inner walls spasmed around him and he was fucking done for. Crying out he came hard inside of her, head thrown back, gasping for air and close to crying, honestly.
She came not long after, slumping against him and leaning back to pull the vibrator from him. He gasped at the feeling of it being pulled out of him, but sighed in relief from the over stimulation.
Rhonda slapped his chest with a fond smile. "Now, did that rock your world or what, Dean-o?"
It honestly had.
And if he went home and ordered some toys off the internet because of it, well, whatever.
Senior year rolled in and it was exactly the same as years past. Dean had thought it'd be different, that it'd feel different somehow because he would be graduating and moving on. It didn't.
He woke up too early, went to school, sat in class, went home, repeat.
Whatever excitement he had about the whole thing vanished the first week in.
He had spent the summer working and when he wasn't working he was usually lounging in Cas' pool or watching tv in the A/C with his brothers.
There'd been that thing with Rhonda – but he was literally never doing to talk about that, to anyone, ever. He'd fucked up a little and fooled around with Lisa – which he'd promised himself he totally wasn't going to do since they broke up for real last summer, but he was weak.
The look on Cas' face was one of annoyance at Dean's lack of self-control. Dean, of course, didn't tell him that one of the driving factors behind the hookup was how crazy Cas had been driving him all summer. It wasn't like Cas was doing it on purpose, he had no idea how into him Dean was, but everything he did made Dean hard and horny and it was making him mean.
He'd go over to Cas' after work and he'd still be in bed all sleepy and warm beneath the blankets in his cold room and Dean had to grit his teeth to keep from making out with the guy.
He'd roll up to jump in Cas' pool, the dude was already wet and glistening in the summer sun, those fucking hipbones all on display, making Dean yearn.
So, he'd broken his pact with himself and answered Lisa's texts and fucked her long and hard in the back of the Impala – so not classy, but, what was he gonna do?
Sleeping with Lisa had helped, he wouldn't lie, but it wasn't quite as satisfying as he wanted it to be. Mostly because Lisa was his ex-girlfriend and his mind was currently fixated on how much he wanted Castiel.
He hadn't really spoken with her since then. They were still friendly, she was still in the group – unlike Cassie who had sort of started pulling away and sat with other friends these days – but they'd never be quite as close as they'd been before.
That's what bothered Dean the most, the thing that kept him from pursuing something with Cas. He was worried that things would never be the same between them, and Dean couldn't lose Cas. He just couldn't.
So, things were normal, things were fine. Dean just felt simmering arousal and affection all the time and tried really hard not to smile fondly at Cas too often or let his erection be known.
School was school, his grades weren't shit and he actually had a GPA high enough to do something with. He wasn't sure about college yet, didn't know if he wanted to go, and if he did he didn't know where or what for.
Mostly he just walked around boasting about how smart Sammy was – who was a freaking genius – and about how cute Adam was, and his impressive movie collection, and the Impala.
He was sitting in Latin with Cas when a ridiculous smile spread over his face at the morning announcements.
They were announcing the musical for this year and it was Peter fucking Pan. He could already hear everyone from their fifth grade class going wild, the group chat on his phone steadily blowing up.
Dean turned to Cas with a smirky-smile and arched a brow, "Should we do it?"
Cas gave him a pleased look in return.
They did. They auditioned.
Their group wasn't the normal crowd that auditioned for the High School Musical and it set the whole school talking. The normal theatre kids seemed a little put out by the sight of them and Dean could understand why, they were jumping into their territory.
Balthazar just winked at them.
The Musical Director seemed intrigued by the sight of them all sitting in the hallway by the sign-up sheet, waiting to get their audition packets. He was a cool guy and had been one of Dean's assistant coaches for JV soccer, he'd been trying to get Dean to do the musical for years. He smiled when he saw Dean waiting, his name on the sign-up sheet.
"Mr. Winchester, I thought you'd never grace the music department with your presence."
Dean smirked from where he stood leaning against the wall, "I figured it was about time, Mr. Martinez."
Mr. Martinez smiled in that all-seeing kind of way most teachers did and began distributing audition packets to the kids waiting in the hallway. Most kids just picked them up in the front office on their way out, but Dean had wanted to let Mr. Martinez know he was serious.
"Have any of you ever preformed before?" The teacher asked not unkindly, but curious about the new students he'd just inherited.
They all sort of smirked at each other. "You could say that." Balthazar answered.
Mr. Martinez quirked a brow and faced Dean who just smiled. "We all went to the same elementary school and we did Peter Pan in fifth grade." He answered and then added cheekily. "I was Peter."
The teacher chuckled and nodded, walking back to his classroom. "I'll see you all at auditions."
Every year on the anniversary of Mary's death caused Dean to sink into a deep state of despair. This year, of course, was no different.
It didn't matter if he was doing pretty good in school, or how many sports he played, how many great friends he had, or if he was auditioning for the damn musical. None of it mattered because he let his mother die.
He knew, deep down, that it wasn't actually true, but there was still a part of him that believed it. Believed he could've done more to save her. If only him and Sammy had cleaned up like they'd been asked, if only he had helped Sammy get over his fear of the dark a little sooner, if only he'd woken up that night a little quicker, she might still be alive.
He didn't talk about these thoughts. Didn't say them out loud. But, that didn't stop him from believing them to be at least somewhat true.
They often took off from school for a week and didn't leave their bedrooms in November. They'd go to her grave with dad and leave flowers there, they'd go to the diner and order rootbeer floats and cheese fries, and then they'd go home.
Dean mostly just sat staring at the wall until Cas came over and then he curled around him like a small child octopus. Cas did what he could to distract Dean and just be there for him. Most of the time it worked.
They were older now, no longer small boys intertwining themselves in each other. It felt different now that they're older, being held by Cas felt different, but he liked it. Liked that Cas was tall and strong now, liked the way his arms enveloped him, liked the way Castiel's rough voice soothed him with the harsh language from his youth.
He doesn't tell Cas any of this, he doesn't tell anyone any of this. Just like the thoughts about his mom's death, he keeps it to himself.
He let Cas help him through that week in November and knows that he'll be back to do it again that week in December around Mary's birthday. Cas has been doing it for years now and Dean can't help but be grateful. He is grateful to have someone like Cas. Maybe that's why he's so terrified to acknowledge the feeling he has for the other boy. He doesn't want to lose this.
He tries to convince himself he won't.
All of their auditions weren't on the same day. There were just too many people trying out for the musical this year that the auditions spanned over three days after school. Dean was day two, Cas was day three, and everyone else was sort of scattered between them.
Dean wasn't necessarily nervous, he was just... okay, he was a little nervous. He hadn't actually done any of this since he was eleven and even then just how good are you really at eleven?
Balthazar went the first afternoon and boasted about how wonderful and great he'd done, and the rest of them had taken to waiting after school for everyone to audition. Dean was currently seated in the hallway outside the auditorium, reading over his audition scene with Sammy, who was trying out today.
That, of course, was the moment Cole fucking Trenton chose to stride in. His regulation ROTC pants and boots clunked down the hallway, the asshole was wearing a tight t-shirt and his father's dog tags around his neck. Dean couldn't help the scowl that took over his face at the sight.
"Well, well, well." Cole smirked, stopping in front of where Dean sat with Sam. "Looks like the Drama department really does bring out the faggot in everyone."
"Fuck you, Trenton." Dean rolled his eyes, not bothered by the waste of space that was Cole Trenton.
"Sorry, Dean-o, but I don't swing that way." He taunted, hands on his hips.
"Suck my dick, Trenton. There's nothing gay about being in the musical. And if there was, then you'd be fucking gay, you asshole, because you did one in fifth grade."
Trenton just rolled his eyes and flipped Dean off, Dean just did the same and ignored him as he walked down the hallways and away from where they sat.
Jo had just went and came out with a bright smile on her face, saying that she killed it. Sam was nervous, but not worried. Dean wasn't either.
Sam did well and Dean watched his friends go in and out. When the next day rolled around he was a bundle of nervous energy throughout his classes. Cas had taken to reciting phrases in Latin and Russian to calm him down. He wasn't entirely sure what Cas was saying to him, but he appreciated it all the same.
When he walked onstage for his audition, he felt his heart beating fast, but the nerves start to melt away. Mr. Martinez was seated in the front row with a clipboard and papers surrounding him, his assistant – Ms. Tuck – sat beside him.
It was different from what he remembered, standing in the music room of the elementary school. He had memorized everything, every line and piece of music they had given them.
"Dean." Mr. Martinez said as he shuffled some papers around and scribbled into his binder.
"Hey, Mr. M."
Dean stood with his usual swagger, hoping that if he emulated mischief and confidence, it would stick.
"I'm assuming that you'll be auditioning for Peter." Mr. Martinez said with a smirky-smile.
Dean sent a cocky one back, "You know it."
"Alright, Dean, when you're ready."
He started with the monologue – Peter frustrated about Wendy leaving and the noticing that Tink has begun to die. He was talking to no one, no fairy flitting around, no one in his hands as he cradled the fading light in his mind. He jumped to his feet, shouting for the audience to scream that they did believe in fairies. Once he was finished, he could see the small smile in the corner of Mr. M's mouth.
He then read the next scene opposite Ms. Tuck, who was still seated in the front row. It was the scene where Peter sneaks into the nursery to find his shadow. They then asked him to sing. The audition song was Dream A Little Dream. A boy from the band sat in the pit with a guitar and played to match Dean's voice. He was smooth and sweet, and once it was over Mr. M thanked him and asked him to call in the next person.
He sat outside the auditorium the next afternoon to wait for Cas, Charlie, Garth, and Donna. Balth was sitting next to him, Crowley across, the two of them bickering as Dean did his homework.
Charlie came out all smiles and exhaustion, Garth was perky per usual, Donna looked like she was going to fainted but smiled, and Cas was stoic as ever. He sat down between Dean and Meg, and when Dean asked him how it went, he just nodded.
And that was the end of auditions.
The list went up on a Friday. Practically everyone raced to get a look at the list, some people were texting it out to the school. Dean muscled his way to the front, quickly taking a picture of it and racing back down the hallway where their group stood on antsy feet. He thrust the phone in the middle of them all and leaned back as they began screaming.
He felt arms go around him from all sides, one look down at his phone confirmed the screaming in his ear. He'd gotten Peter.
He had fucking beat out everyone who had auditioned. All of the standard leading men in the musical department. He fucking did it.
The rest of the list showed that it was almost the same as their fifth grade cast, with only a few exceptions. Cas was once again John, but Charlie wasn't Michael, Sam was. Dean hugged his little brother so tight that Sam was punching Dean for embarrassing him.
Balthazar would be reprising his role as Hook, Garth as Smee, Jo was now their Tink, Meg was still Tiger Lily, and Bela was the head mermaid that would lure Wendy. Lisa was Wendy and Dean wasn't really sure how he felt about it, actually. He'd think about it another time.
Every one of his friends had been casted, they were all in the show once again.
This shit was going to be crazy.
Shit was sort of crazy.
After school rehearsals and Saturday practices had taken over his life. His coaches weren't exactly happy that he was coming to practice late or leaving early. But, soccer and football were just sports, they extended past the show date. It could wait.
What couldn't wait? The fucking hard-on he'd had all damn rehearsal.
Lisa was sick the last couple days, which meant people had been filling in for her and writing down Wendy's blocking as they went. It wasn't a big deal and often times pretty funny considering that the dudes in their cast were jumping at the chance to fill in as Wendy.
It'd started out as a joke the first day Lisa had called out of school, Garth smiley and shoulders shaking said he'd be more than happy to fill in for her. Mr. M had laughed, they all had laughed, but then Mr. M had said sure and now days later various guys in the cast had acted opposite of him.
Today, though, had been Cas' turn.
Most of them put on voices and acted all girl-like, it made everything comical and slightly over dramatic. Cas did none of that. He didn't change the deep cadence of his voice or act like a girl. He acted like he was Wendy herself – pragmatic and steady. It threw Dean a little and made everything feel much more real.
Apparently that was what acting was supposed to be like, who knew.
Of course one of the scenes they were going over was the scene where Peter and Wendy fight before she takes everyone to leave and Peter's left all alone with the poison.
Cas had been all up in his personal space – not shocking, this was Castiel – eyes intense, voice pitched low, like he was embodying the Seraph he was named for. He hadn't even been touching Dean and he'd gotten hard. He was uncomfortable for the duration of rehearsal and the long, chatty, drive home where he dropped off multiple people.
When he finally dropped Cas off, the corners of Castiel's usually downturned lips quirking up and his too-blue eyes shiny in the waning light. Dean thought he was beautiful.
He watched Cas walk to his door wanting nothing more than to run his hands through that disheveled hair, grab onto that firm ass and those thick thighs, and just kiss the fuck out of him.
Sammy had clamored into the front seat without getting out of the car, jostling Dean from his thoughts but not causing his continuing and raging erection from receding. He punched Sam in the arm for scuffing up his baby with his small giraffe limbs and began to drive them home.
Once they got to the house, Dean bypassed everyone and made his way straight to the bathroom. He was fucking taking a shower and he was taking one now, dammit.
He shed his clothes quickly and stepped into the warm spray, letting the water run over his body and his face. He felt more relaxed once he was in there, not as urgent or stressed. He ran his hands over himself, washing away the imaginary grime and sweat, feeling his stomach coil the lower his hands traveled. He finally just wrapped a hand around himself, hissing at the contact, but throwing his head back at the relief.
He wasn't ashamed to admit that the only images that played behind his eyes were Cas. He wanted to know how Cas felt like, what his lips felt like, what they felt like on his skin and not just his lips. He wanted to know what Cas sounded like as Dean ran his hands over the sharp lines of his hips and the meat of his thighs. He wanted feel Cas' cock in his hands, in his mouth. He wanted to push into Cas, drinking in the noises he made, and he wanted Cas to push into him.
He came across the shower wall, chest heaving and blush splotchy over his neck and chest. Fuck, this was not good.
Cas was his best friend. Cas hadn't really ever shown interest in him as a potential dude he'd like to engage with. Cas also didn't know that Dean probably, most likely, definitely, swung that way.
This was fucked.
He finished his shower and went downstairs to cuddle with Adam. His littlest brother was always good at distracting him.
Sammy was seated on one end of the couch doing homework and Adam was in the middle watching tv. Dean took the other side of Adam and pulled the sandy haired five year old into his lap. Adam went willingly, curling into Dean's broadening frame sleepily. Sam moved his legs now that Adam wasn't occupying the couch and dug his toes into Dean's thigh.
This made him content, made him ease from the naughty thoughts he had for his best friend. Cuddled by his little brothers, all warm and normal, he could forget. For now, anyway.
Rehearsals for the musical were more frequent now that they were nearing the show date and Dean was constantly rushing in, sweaty or freshly showered from practice and it was really fraying Castiel's nerves.
He'd seen Dean practically every way imaginable over the course of their long friendship, but this was just getting ridiculous.
Dark blonde hair all ruffled and spiked, cheeks flushed with color, chest heaving from being slightly out of breath, that horrible fucking smile that lit up his whole face, those stupid winks he'd throw Castiel's way for no reason. Why the gods had decided to allow Dean Winchester to grow up and look like this when he was already one of the loveliest people Castiel had ever met was just unfair.
It was also unfair that Dean was straight and he was not.
Yet, probably the most unfair and ridiculous thing thus far was Mr. Martinez giving Dean his Peter costume.
Dean had just run in from practice, Mr. Martinez had begun starting rehearsals a bit later for Dean. He was freshly showered, still wet, and smiling as he rushed in. Ms. Tuck had been distributing some of the costumes, having everyone try on some things and seeing what worked and what didn't work.
Lisa stood in an aqua dress that vaguely resembled a nightgown. Balthazar had a long red coat and a hook. Garth had a striped shirt and a hat. Sam had been given a blue onesie that zipped up the front. Jo didn't have a Tinkerbell ensemble yet. And he was in a fitted striped pajama set.
But, Dean?
Dean was handed these leafy shorts with a vine-like rope attached and that was all. Dean chuckled when Ms. Tuck handed him the pants and shook his head. And because it was Dean and Dean didn't care, he began to strip on stage instead of going to the bathroom to change like everyone else had.
Castiel couldn't help but watch as Dean pulled the shirt from over his head in that ridiculously attractive way boys did in the movies, tossing it to the floor beside his bag. Next he began unbuttoning his jeans when the wolf whistles from their friends started and Dean just made a face at them.
"Mr. Winchester." Mr. Martinez sighed, but not without amusement. "Why are you stripping on my stage when there's a perfectly good restroom you could be using?"
Dean just smirked and looked around at all of them. "Everyone here has seen me without my pants at one time or another, Mr. M."
Mr. Martinez just sighed and went back to looking over the music with their conductor, the rest of the cast laughing as Dean removed his jeans and stood in his boxers. Castiel had seen him undressed many times, yes. But, that didn't mean he was always prepared for it.
Dean was... perfection.
Beautiful and strong with broad shoulders that he didn't fit into yet and an ass that made Castiel want to cry.
He pulled on the leaf-shorts, Ms. Tuck fitting them to him, and pulled the vine over his shoulder so it laid across his chest and back. The shorts fell to his knee and sat right below his hips. Practically every inch of that amazing body on display and open for Castiel to stare at.
And Castiel couldn't help but stare.
Dean looked at him as Ms. Tuck made him do some of the choreography in his shorts to make sure they stayed put and Castiel felt out of breath. The leaves brought out the green in Dean's eyes and his freckles from summer were still a bit prominent. He looked like a forest nymph.
Meg sidled up next to him, watching him as he watched Dean. He knew she was there, and he knew she wasn't clueless to how he felt about his best friend, but right now Dean was dancing about shirtless in leaf-shorts and Castiel was not about to miss out on that because Meg was there.
"You okay there, Clarence?" She asked a little mockingly. She threw an arm around his shoulders and leaned in with a smirky-smile. "I have to admit, the sight of Dean-o in nothing but foliage is a bit striking."
He just sent Meg a blank face and turned away from her prying eyes. "His costume is fitting, yes."
Meg rolled her eyes and pulled away from Cas, "Sure, Clarence." She moved over to where Charlie was sitting, leaning against the wall.
"Um, you do see the very obvious and extremely intense eye-fucking that is happening on this stage right now, yes?"
Meg snorted as she leaned against the wall, looking down at the redhead and nodding. "Of course I do. I have eyes."
"This is getting ridiculous." Charlie exclaimed.
Meg scoffed, "You're telling me. I'm so over this pining shit."
"So over it." Charlie agreed.
They sat, watching Dean and Cas make eyes at each other, yet both of them completely unaware. They'd have to do something about this soon, because the tension was just ridiculous. But, for now, they watched.
Dean was nervous.
Castiel watched him peek out the curtain for the twelfth time, chewing on the inside of his lip, eyes narrowed. He shook off all of their friends as they tried to calm his nerves and settle him before the show started. He stood alone, by the curtain, nervous.
Cas had kept his distance, only because it seemed like that's what Dean wanted. But, after watching him grunt and ignore Benny for the third time, Castiel moved to where Dean stood. He didn't say anything as he stood beside Dean, he just looked out the small open sliver of the curtain and waited for Dean to either push him away or draw him closer.
After a few moments, Dean sighed. He turned to face Castiel a bit with wide eyes and his bottom lip sucked into his mouth. "I'm so nervous, Cas."
"I know, Dean." He grasped Dean's shoulder loosely, looking into his leaf-colored eyes. "Vam budet khorosho, lyubov' moya. Vy ochen' sil'nyy."
You'll be fine, my love. You're very strong. He spoke gently in Russian and he could feel Dean begin to calm down. His anxiety was still there, but it wasn't as harried as before. Dean sagged into Castiel's touch and worried his bottom lip between his teeth.
"What if I mess up? Like, what if I'm horrible up there and disappoint Mr. M and my coaches and you guys? I don't want to let you all down."
"You won't, Dean."
And Cas meant it. Dean wouldn't disappoint. But, that was Dean's cross to bear – his raging insecurities that could only be healed in time.
"I fucking hope so."
He sipped at the fresh beer he'd just taken from the fridge, appreciating the cold pull. This was stupid, but then again they were stupid so what did it really matter. The "after party" that Charlie had singlehandedly put together felt more like a middle school sleepover than a rager meant for the cast after their first show – but, it was Charlie, and no one seemed to really mind the late-90's vibe so neither did he.
Their first show had been... amazing.
He had freaked out a bit before curtain, but once he was up onstage there was no stopping him. It was like he forgot about everything when he was up there reciting lines and dancing about. He had soared over the audience on the wire, smiling impish and coy at everyone onstage. It was perfect.
They had two shows tomorrow and another on Sunday, and Dean couldn't help but be excited. He had no idea what he wanted to do about college, but he honestly wouldn't mind doing something like this. Which, was something he'd never considered before.
Dean slinked his way back to the sitting room towards the back of the house, moving through the living room from the kitchen to get there.
Bela's house was packed with the whole cast and friends who weren't in the actual show but were obviously invited. Bela herself was perched on the counter in the kitchen, Tessa and Donna beside her, pouring shots down the throats of their classmates straight from the bottle, loud dance music wafting from speakers, people dancing and laughing and generally having a good time.
Benny was in the middle of some story when he finally reemerged from his jaunt to the kitchen, it was still loud back here, but just a tad less so they could talk at a comfortable yell. Charlie fell over onto Meg's shoulder, laughing at Benny's tale which Meg was smirking at.
Cas sat beside her, eyes slightly narrowed as he followed along in the story, attempting to figure out the joke buried in there. Ash, Jo, Kevin, Lisa, Garth, Dorothy, Balthazar, Hannah, Crowley, and Victor all sat around in an almost circle; some on the floor, some on the small couch and armchairs.
Dean slid into his spot on the floor in front of Cas, he leaned back against the couch seeing as Cas' legs were drawn up from the floor. Benny's story rambled on into a Victor story from a football practice a few weeks ago that had everyone dying, and that morphed into Balthazar and Crowley attempting to out British each other which was equally as entertaining. Somewhere in there someone had commented on Dean's thought from earlier about how middle school this all felt, which of course prompted Charlie into making it even more so.
"Hey, you wanna diss my party skills, fine." She stood, grabbing Dean's almost empty beer right out of his hand and chugged it.
His eyes went all appalled and his arms went wide, "Dude!"
Cas just leaned down and placed his own half empty beer in Dean's outstretched hands without a word. Dean leaned his head back and looked up at Cas upside down and smiled before taking a drink.
Charlie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and belched very attractively. "Alright, bitches. You want middle school? Let's do middle school." She placed the now empty beer bottle down in the middle of their sort of circle. "Spin the bottle. Boom."
Garth, Benny, Jo, and Balthazar started to laugh immediately, everyone else was smiling and shaking their heads. Except Hannah and Kevin who were blushing about the whole thing. Dean just chuckled behind the rim of Cas' beer.
Meg smirked and raised a brow. "Spin the bottle? Come on, Ginger Spice, you know everyone in this circle has made out with practically everyone in the circle."
Charlie just shrugged, seemingly un-phased. "Fine, Seven Minutes in Heaven. Or Truth or Dare. Your pick, but you wanna mock my party, then we're gonna rock the fuck out of it."
Meg narrowed her gaze as she looked around the circle, surveying who was actually seated to participate before making her decision. Why anyone was letting Meg pick the game was beyond Dean, but he was too slow on the draw to say anything about it now.
"Combo. Spin the bottle, Seven Minutes, and Dare." The group just sort of quirked some brows at her until she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, fuck off, it'll be fun. Spin the bottle, whoever it lands on is your intended for Seven Minutes, but you must first complete a Dare before you get to ride off into the sunset that is the spare bedrooms."
"That sounds exhausting." Jo complained from her spot leaning against Ash.
"Yeah, well, we're not twelve anymore." Meg fired back.
"What're these Dares gonna be like?" Victor asked skeptically.
"And what if you land on another dude?" Garth asked in earnest.
Balthazar chuckled and leaned into Garth's space, gently brushing the fringe from the skinny boy's eyes. Bal was smooth at the worst of times and downright suave at the best; Dean knew he was Pansexual, but he'd never seen someone with such fluid sexuality quite like Balthazar – the guy practically exuded sex anyway and wasn't very picky about who he was attempting to woo.
"Well, I'm sure you'd be able to find something to do for seven minutes."
Garth seemed a little star struck as Balthazar pulled away, that smarmy smirk on his handsome face. "Wow," Garth chuckled, shaking his head and turning back to the group. "That just made me question a few things."
Dean couldn't help the snort and the loud laugh that followed, prompting everyone to laugh as well. Balthazar chuckled and clapped Garth on the back before dropping an arm about the skinnier boy's sharp shoulders.
"Who gives a shit what the Dares are going to be like, Henrikson." Meg responded to his question. "Just roll with the punches and live a little; you're not a cop yet."
The two were equally matched in piercing glares and it wasn't the first time that Dean had thought they'd make an interesting couple. Cas seemed to think the same as Dean watched him eye their friends with intrigue from where he sat perched on the couch next to Meg.
"So, are we playing?" Charlie asked from her position on the end of the couch, sitting on the other side of Meg and Castiel. There was a general mumble and nod from the group, the consensus being yes and Charlie yipped in her seat. "Hells yes! Let's do this, bitches. Seventh grade, here we come."
Charlie went first and landed on Balthazar – prompting some oohs and giggles from the group. Charlie rolled her eyes with a smile as she stood with Balthazar in the middle of the circle, awaiting their Dare and then their jaunt to the bedroom.
"Well, hello, darling." Bal smirked down at the red head.
She turned towards the rest of the group with a pointed finger, "I'm going this for you all. Now none of you can complain if you get matched with a sex that is not your preferred. I'm sacrificing myself like Harry did in the seventh book –"
She got cut off from rambling by Jo who shouted their Dare out into the air. "Give him a Jersey Turnpike!"
Charlie scowled at Jo as the rest of them cheered and laughed. It was no secret that Charlie was a little awkward when she danced and also super gay, but Bal was smooth like jazz and would fuck anything so he sort of made up for it.
"I'm going to full out Psycho murder you, Joanna Beth."
"Hop to it, sweetheart!" Jo blew her a kiss.
The music was loud enough from the rest of the house that they didn't have to pull out somebody's cellphone, although everyone's cellphones were out and probably would be for the duration of this game. Bal smiled and twirled Charlie about for a few moments, making her laugh and smile once again before she had to go to town on Balthazar like she was a drunk college coed at the Jersey Shore.
They stood in the middle of the circle, Charlie turning around so that her back was against Bal's front and began to shimmy her hips enticingly before she bent over to touch her hands to the floor. Her knees were straight, her legs in a wide stance and her ass as high up as it would go as they grinded together. Dean wasn't gonna lie, it was a little impressive.
It lasted all of thirty seconds before Charlie stood and the two of the hugged as the group cheered them on. Charlie gave them all the finger before dragging Balthazar out of the circle and into one of the downstairs guest bedrooms down the hallway from where they sat in the back sitting room.
Meg was next in line in the circle, spinning the bottle and landing on Victor. Dean would pretend tomorrow that he didn't cheer loudly when that happened, but he so did. Cas whooped too, so he didn't feel as embarrassed.
Meg rolled her eyes at them and stood in the middle of the circle, manhandling Henrikson up from the floor to stand with her. They were both grouchy and a bit sarcastic – one most certainly more than the other (Meg, obviously) – but they were even tempered with each other.
"You have to refer to each other in endearments for the rest of the night." Benny called out, knowing it would aggravate the two hardcore sarcastics, tipping his beer towards them in a salute with a wide smile. "Give us a taste before you go."
Meg rolled her eyes as Victor groaned and shot Benny the finger. "Baby, wanna get out of here?"
Victor sighed and turned to face her, "You know it, cupcake."
"Let's do it, Shnookums." Meg smirked, grabbing Victors hand and leading him out of the circle.
"Okay, Honeypot."
Dean put his phone down as they exited the circle, he had a feeling he'd have a lot of ammo before the night was through. He could hear Bal and Charlie returning back to the circle before Jo went and he could feel Lisa's eyes digging into the side of his face. He chanced a look at her and watched her smile all slow and pretty at him.
He liked Lisa. He'd always like Lisa. But the things he felt for Cas eclipsed anything he felt for her now. He loved Cas, and wanted Cas, Lisa was… fleeting, something from his past that he didn't particularly need to revisit. He knew that she wanted more from him, more than the friendship they'd fallen easily into once again after their very amicable breakup and summer romp. But he couldn't give that to her, not anymore.
He returned her smile with one of his own before tipping his head up and raising his hand to give Cas his beer back. Cas took it without a word and took a long pull before handing it back to Dean. He was a little preoccupied with watching Cas' mouth wrap around the bottle and the way he licked his lower lip to catch any stray amber liquid. The heat that coiled in his stomach had his cock twitching in his jeans, fucking Cas and his stupid perfect mouth.
He snapped back to attention as Jo's bottle landed on Benny, and Charlie jumped at the chance to get back at Jo for her dare. Charlie tossed her head back and laughed as she rubbed her hands together mercilessly like an old time-y villain. She dared them to convincingly lip sync/dance You're the One That I Want fromGrease. It was really very funny, Jo and Benny were both good sports and while Benny was definitely not a convincing Danny Zuko, Jo could for sure land Sandy if the school decided to do Grease next year.
When Jo slinked around Benny for the final time and pulled him out of the circle laughing all loud and bright, Ash grabbed the bottle and it landed on Lisa. Garth dared them to "out smize each other" as Victor and Meg came back to the circle.
"What the fuck is a "smize"?" Dean called from his place on the floor.
Cas rolled his eyes and pushed at the back of his head, "Don't act like you've never sat with my sister and watched America's Next Top Model reruns for the majority of a Sunday."
Dean flushed a bit and huffed as he leaned up to wrestle Cas to the ground next to him, "You shut your liar mouth, Castiel." Cas just laughed and let Dean manhandle him to the floor as everyone around them chuckled at the very normal display of the two of them all over each other.
"For those of you who aren't Dean – who has totally watched ANTM," Charlie started and winked at Dean, who pouted a bit into his beer as the joke turned on him. "Tyra Banks invented the smize. It's when you smile with your eyes, like so." Charlie and Dorothy then gave a very over dramatic display of a smize.
Lisa and Ash had their smize off, which turned into a staring contest basically, but dissolved into hysterical laughter every couple seconds. Garth called time and they laughed off to their seven minutes.
Hannah and Crowley went next, Hannah having spun on him, as Jo and Benny came back to the circle. Kevin daring Crowley to try and get the stoic Hannah to crack a smile using only European slang. It was actually pretty funny to watch Crowley's attempt at comedy using bad words in his posh accent that he would usually rolled his pompous eyes at.
They slunk off as Lisa and Ash returned, the bottle now in Dean's hands. He knew who he wanted it to land on, but luck wasn't usually in the Winchesters favor, and he didn't want to get his hopes up. It'd probably land on Kevin or Lisa and he'd have to ignore the way Cas' eyes would trail after him as he slunk off with his intended.
At the same time, he was nervous that it would actually land on Cas.
They were friends – best friends – the best of all the friends. They were surrounded by all their other friends, the people that they cared about and would totally judge their relationship when and if it changed. These were their peers; and while everyone knew that Cas was gay, and Charlie was gay, and Balthazar was everything, no one really knew that he was bi.
It wasn't actually a secret or anything, and he was ninety-eight percent confident that if and when they found out, he'd be totally cool with it. The opportunity had just never rose to say something about it until now.
But, Dean knew for certain that if he so much as kissed Cas in front of them, everyone would know. They'd have to. He could never just kiss Cas and have it be platonic.
He reached out and spun the bottle with the appropriate amount of force, not really even looking at it, as his thoughts were still stuck on kissing Cas, and being a boyfriend, and their friends' reactions if that were to happen before the year was up and they'd all be lost in the wind.
He tracked the bottle's progress absently with his eyes as his mind moved with the topic, thinking about how their friends surely knew about his feelings for Cas – Charlie definitely did, Meg too, maybe even Benny – and then it stopped.
The bottle stopped.
In front of Cas.
And Dean stopped breathing.
He turned his head to glance at his best friend, blue eyes a little round as he gently flicked them up from the bottle to Dean, almost a little shy. There was a question there, as well as an excuse; an out. Castiel wouldn't make him do something he'd be uncomfortable with, something that would chip even the slightest bit at their tightly woven friendship. He loved Cas even more for it.
And then, the weird air bubble that only ever happened in movies popped and the noised ratcheted back up and everyone was ooohing and laughing. Charlie and Meg looking at each other like it was fucking Christmas or some shit, Jo looked like she was about to cry from how happy she was, Benny was giving him eyebrows, Balthazar and Crowley were smirking, Victor shaking his head, Garth looked like an excited puppy, Ash and Dorothy were smiling lazily at the turn of events, and even Kevin was trying to tamper down his smirky-smile.
The only two who looked like they had to put in effort to join in on the fun were Lisa and Hannah. That wasn't exactly surprising. Dean knew how Lisa felt about him, about her hopes that they'd rekindle before graduation, before prom. And he certainly knew about the annoying as fuck crush that shy, cute, Hannah had on Castiel since the dawn of fucking time. It was something he'd had to deal with for years, as well as the jealousy and possession that went with it.
"Get on up here, studs! I've got plans for you." Charlie called.
Dean rolled his eyes and stood from his spot on the ground, stretching out his muscles from sitting on the floor. Cas clamored up all cat-like and graceful beside him and they made their way into the middle of the circle. Dean was honestly a little terrified about what Charlie was going to do.
She seemed to look at Meg silently for confirmation and the both of them were smiling and holding in snorts of laughter as Meg nodded and got up out of the circle. She came back with a chair from the kitchen as the music changed to a song that he definitely remembered.
"Oh, fuck no, Charlie."
She looked at him fake-innocently with her mouth open and her eyes wide.
"Charlie, no."
Cas was looking at him with furrowed brows and confusion written across his face as his own face began to flush.
"Dean, yes." Was all that Charlie replied with.
They stared each other down for a few moments before Crowley called out from the circle and over the music which seemed to get much louder after Meg went into the kitchen. "Mind sharing with the class?"
Dean continued to glare as Charlie excitedly turned towards the rest of their friends and explained the dare that he'd already figured out.
"I dare Dean to give Cas a lap dance in the form of the Magic Mike Pony solo." She smirked as the group went crazy, screaming and laughing hysterically. "Now, whether you choose to do either of the actual movie dances or Jenna Dewan's lip sync battle one; that's up to you."
She knows that he knows this dance. They all know that he knows this dance. He went as Magic Mike for Halloween last year because he'd both forgotten that it was Halloween and didn't have enough money to make and or buy a decent costume, so he'd gone as something that he could pull off from his closet. The dance had just been something he'd learned a few days before in an effort to impress/entertain everyone at the party.
He was seriously considering setting himself on fire at this point. He couldn't even look over at Cas.
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes before shaking his head. "Fine." He grumbled out all gruff and annoyed. "But you owe me for this." He narrowed his eyes and pointed at Charlie. "And I'm not taking my pants off."
"Spoilsport!" Meg called.
He shook his head as he pushed Cas by the shoulder in a gesture to go sit in the chair they'd brought him from the kitchen. Cas looked alarmed and a little turned on already – it really, really pained Dean that he knew that little fact about Cas and had never been able to actually do anything about it – but sat in the chair, a ruddy blush working over his pale skin. His face remained stoic and passive as normal, the only emotion to be seen was bleeding out from his eyes, which were hyper focused on Dean.
He could feel the pinpricks of arousal start on his skin from the way Castiel was staring at him. He hoped that this wasn't crossing some unspoken line between them. They'd done ridiculous things to each other before, but for whatever reason, this just felt different this time.
The song was about to end, they'd been fighting and it'd played out, but Dean knew that Meg would've clued Bela in on what was happening and told her not to change the song from repeat until she gave the okay. He didn't look around to see if Bela was in the room watching, but he didn't really care if she was.
"Dewan-Tatum." He called as the song ended and was about to restart. "Both." He clarified and he heard a few cheers, mostly from the females of the group, but there were a couple whistles from the guys too.
The song restarted and he did the opening of the original Magic Mike version, because clearly there weren't active power tools just lying about. He was a little annoyed that he was even almost properly dressed for this shit. He hadn't felt like getting actually dressed after the show and had pulled on sweatpants and one of Sammy's hoodies that he always kept in the back of the Impala; he wasn't wearing a wife-beater and he didn't have a hat, but he could make do.
He unzipped the hoodie, throwing it off behind him, aware that everyone had moved back and was now standing to watch this catastrophe in action, circling and thrusting his hips in time with the music. They were so fucking lucky that he remembered this shit and had just enough of a buzz to do it justice. Thankfully, it was basically just a lot of body rolls and hip thrusts, so how much could he mortify himself in three minutes?
Actually, retract that last statement. He really didn't want to know.
He deviated from the original dance and sat on the couch across from Cas and began the choreography from Jenna Dewan-Tatum's impersonation of her husband in XXL. It was a couple powerful hip thrusts and a lean forward and around, he stood and slid towards Cas on his knees, legs spread all wide.
He looked ridiculous in his tight Zeppelin t-shirt and baggy sweat pants, dancing dirty to Pony, surrounded by all their close friends. But Cas wouldn't take his eyes off him, his breathing becoming a bit labored, that delicious flush rising higher over his pale skin. If it was a fucking show those vultures he called friends wanted, it was a fucking show they were gonna get. He took this as the opportunity that it was, he was going to get Cas so hot and fucking bothered that when it was time for their Seven goddamn Minutes, they'd have no choice but to go for it.
Not the suave-est of plans, but he was Dean Winchester so he'd certainly come up with much worse.
He slid to the side, still on his knees, leaning back as he caressed his chest down until his hands were on the floor and he was sliding on his hands and knees over and then back, his hips bouncing up and down. He could feel Cas' eyes following the movements of his hips, eyeing the bounce in his ass, taking in his muscled shoulders and arms.
He did a sort of side-flip and got himself up from the position he'd been in on the floor. He stood, lifting up his shirt a bit, showing off the stomach muscles literally everyone here had seen a million times before, but in this context he knew it'd be different, feel different. He slid his hand down his stomach and into his sweatpants, grasping his cock and thrusting his hips right into Castiel's stoic and blushing face, cool smirk never leaving his own lips.
Dean moved a little bit around him, playing with his shirt, before jumping down to the floor in a body roll move. He pressed his hips into the floor, arching his back so that his ass was up in the air and moved away from Cas on his hands and knees, thrusting his hips and ass.
He slid back towards him on his knees, hands spreading Castiel's legs open so he could step up onto the chair between Cas' thighs. He sunk his hands into the disheveled mess that his best friend called hair, all soft between his fingers, to steady himself as he rolled his hips in Cas' face. Dean didn't push too close to him, but it was clear that Dean's cock so close to his face was having a serious effect on Castiel. His eyes were wide, not looking away from Dean's face and his breathing shallow.
He released Cas' hair and did a back handspring off the chair, making sure not to fully extend his legs and kick Cas in the face – Sammy had done that a time or two when he'd still been in karate and asked Dean to help his practice his handsprings and round-offs; spoiler alert, it wasn't fun.
He laid back on the floor, all spread out in front of Cas, legs open wide and feet planted as he thrusted up his hips and locked eyes with his practically panting best friend. He wasn't sure if the next move was crossing a line or not, but it was in the choreography and he knew that they were both strong enough to pull it off, so he thought – what the hell.
He stood, pushed Cas' shoulders back and grabbed onto a strong thigh as he sort of cartwheeled onto his lap, Castiel's strong hands immediately gripping tightly at Dean's waist. Dean's head was planted in Castiel's thighs, his face right up against the slightly tented crotch of his jeans, his hot breath insistent and present on what he was sure was Cas' erection. Dean tightly gripped Cas' thighs with his arms, his hips at eye-level in Cas' face, his legs spread in the air and bent at the knee.
This was fucking ridiculous. Why did he do this? Why was he continuing to do this? What was wrong with him and all their friends?
He undulated a few times before rolling off of him and coming back facing away from Cas, his hips just slightly above Castiel's in a more traditional lap dance, hips rolling but barely touching. He let that linger for a few moments before he slid down on his knees and away from Castiel, and stood as the song ended.
His breathing was heavy from exerting himself doing tricks he hadn't practiced in a year and from all the dancing he'd done earlier in the show. His friends were screaming and clapping coming to pat him on the back and gush about how ridiculous and amaze-balls that entire display was. He heard cheers from outside the entrance to the sitting room where a bunch of other party people had watched and saluted him with their drinks.
Charlie and Jo were screeching in his ears about how crazy-cool he was and why he didn't audition for more dance things they didn't know, when all of a sudden he watched Castiel remove himself from the chair he'd still been planted in and zero in on him. His blue eyes had that intense look that always reminded Dean of a solider heading into battle – they'd always joking called it his "Seraph" look – and it was heading right his way.
He was pushed away from Charlie and Jo by a strong hand on his chest, moving him back the very short distance to the wall just behind him, where Castiel proceeded to practically jump him against it. Their bodies were pressed tightly from head, to hip, to toe. He could clearly feel the very firm erection Cas had most definitely been sporting during his dare pressed right up on his hip, and Cas was holding his head in his hands as he kissed Dean with the vigor of a dying man.
He was nipping and licking and pressing into Dean's mouth and all he could do was grip Cas tightly and kiss back. It was a little harsh, a little sloppy, years of pent of frustration and tension and feelings exploding all over the place. Dean was vaguely aware that they had an audience present, an audience made up of practically all their friends, but he couldn't find it in him to give a fuck right now. Because he had six feet of Castiel pressed all against him and his best friend's ridiculous mouth on his, and how was he supposed to think when there was all this happening?
They did break apart eventually, their breathing totally labored and harsh, still pressed tightly to one another, their eyes locked. He looked down at Castiel, his eyes so fucking blue this close, his mouth all kiss bruised and red, his pale skin still ruddy from the blush and now from the kiss.
He pushed Cas off him gently, the quick flash of panic in those blue eyes made him ache. He quickly grabbed Cas' hand and moved from the wall, pulling him out of the sitting room and down the hall towards the bedroom, his gaze never moving from Castiel's.
Their friends watched them go, Pony still playing loudly on repeat because Meg and Bela hadn't been able to move from their spots to go turn it off. Charlie, Jo, Balthazar and Bela were all fanning themselves at what they'd just witnessed. Everyone else in their group was sort of struck into silence by the kiss.
Charlie sighed, not moving her eyes from where the bedroom door closed, fanning herself. "Well, shit. Even I was turned on by that."
"You'd have to be dead not to find that appealing." Bela's cool British voice agreed as she smoothed back her hair and took a deep breath.
Benny held out a hand in front of Victor. "You owe me twenty bucks."
"Fuckin' A." Victor grumbled as he fished out his wallet.
Dean pushed Cas against the door, claiming his mouth and rutting his hips against Cas', unable to stop himself. Cas let out a whine against his mouth that made Dean groan, his hands in Dean's hair. They kissed hard and sloppy, hips moving quickly against each other. Each rut that connected their cocks sent a shiver down Dean's spine and sparks behind his eyes.
He felt like he was going to pass out from the sensation of Cas against him. Just an endless cycle of lips and hands and hips. He wanted to lick every square inch of that pale skin. He wanted to mark it with his teeth. He wanted to worship those hipbones and get his mouth around that cock. He wanted Castiel naked and he wanted it now.
Cas already had his hands down the back of his sweats, squeezing and kneading his ass, pulling him closer as their hips rutted against each other. Dean had just snaked his hands under Cas' shirt, thumbing at those hipbones slinking up towards his nipples when a loud banging came from the other side of the door they were currently pressed up against.
"Alright, bitches. Your seven minutes are up!" Charlie cried cheerfully as Meg snickered in the background.
Dean pulled his face away from Cas just enough to look at him. His eyes were practically black, all pupil, his mouth was red and abused, and his breathing labored. Dean could still feel the erection throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat beside his own. Cas' hands were still clutching Dean's ass and his own hands were gripped tightly on Cas' hips.
He wanted to strangle the laughing girls standing outside the door, but at the same time he knew this was so not the place for them to confess some feelings – which Dean had no doubt was a conversation they'd be having very soon.
"Do you want to go home?" He whispered, still so close to Cas' lips.
Castiel nodded, still slightly dazed and Dean began to untangle himself from Cas. Another series of banging knocks happened against the door and more laughter followed.
"Okay, you vultures!" Dean yelled at the door. "We'll be out in a second!"
His erection was still throbbing to the beat of his heart, still incredibly painfully hard. He tried to adjust himself in his sweatpants, which was quite the feat considering they were sweatpants and practically see-through with a hard-on.
"Do I look like a sexual deviant?" He asked sarcastically, holding out his arms for Cas to inspect him.
Cas had adjust himself in his jeans, his eyes roaming Dean with a predatory glint that made him flush and his dick jump.
"Yes."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Cas." He leaned over to push Cas' shoulder in retaliation for his comment, but just ended up with his mouth once again on Castiel's. He threaded his fingers through Cas' insane hair, pulling his mouth closer as he nipped at lips and licked in all deep.
They pulled away from each other when they heard Meg scream, "Oh my god! Get out of the room!"
Cas rolled his eyes and moved past Dean to unlock the door, throwing it open and glaring at Meg. She just smirked as Charlie giggled. Dean followed after Cas, also glaring at the pushy girls they called best friends and made their way back out into the back living room. They unfortunately had to pass through to get out front where Baby was parked and Dean was not looking forward to their friends.
As soon as they stepped out of the hallway and their friends noticed them, the room erupted into a fit of whoops and hollers, cheering and clapping, and of course, laughing. Dean just gave them all the finger and grabbed Cas' hand, pulling him through the throngs of party people and out the door.
Once they were settled into the impala and away from those heathens they called friends, Dean finally let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't awkward between them, but the air was tense. He was afraid to say anything to ruin this fragile thing they had just started. Cas wasn't speaking either, so Dean just drove.
It didn't take them long to get to his house. He'd said home and figured Cas knew what he meant by that. If Cas wanted him to drive him back to his own house later, he would. But, Dean hoped that he'd want to stay.
They quietly made their way inside and up into his room. The house was asleep, quiet in the darkness of the night, and giving off a feeling of urgency.
He was still hard, still turned on, and he still wanted to roll around with Castiel, kissing every inch of him. But, now he wasn't sure how to go about it.
Dean closed the door to his room, turning the lock silently and facing Cas. He was nervous now. He hadn't been nervous at Bela's, but he was nervous now.
Cas stood beside his bed, staring at him with those intense eyes, looking like he was ready to pounce. God, Dean hoped he would.
Instead, fueled by his nervousness, Dean moved from the door and over to his dresser, pulling out pajama shirts and pants for both of them, just as he did every time Cas slept over. He found the consistency comforting, even though what he really wanted was both of them naked. He changed quickly, silently, ignoring the fact that his erection was obvious in only his boxers. He couldn't help but sneak a peek at Cas and saw the tent in his own shorts, a shiver running down Dean's spine at the thought.
Once they were changed, Dean turned on the tv, the low murmur of Buffy playing in the background as they slid into his bed, just like they had a million times before. But, it was different this time. This time Dean knew what Cas' lips tasted like, could recall the soft whines and moans he made, the feel of his cock heavy against Dean's.
They laid there silent for a moment, listening to Buffy sass the Scoobies, until Dean rolled over to face Cas, who followed. They were staring at each other and all Dean wanted to do was lean over and kiss him. He'd had these urges for a long time, wanting to kiss Cas and touch Cas, now should be no different. But, now he knew the feeling and he couldn't just let that go.
So, he leaned over and kissed him.
Castiel reacted instantly, sliding his body over in the bed until he was flush with Dean, hand in his dark blonde hair, tugging. Dean brought a hand up to cover Cas' jaw, controlling the bruising kiss as their bodies shifted against each other.
Cas nipped at his lip, pulling a moan from Dean that was just this side of too loud. It caused him to pull back just slightly, Cas trailing after his lips and pouting when he realized Dean wasn't kissing him anymore – the sight of that zapping straight to his cock.
"Wait." He whispered.
They were so close, only a breath apart, Cas' eyes roaming Dean's face, both of their chests heaving. He could feel the heat of Castiel's erection pressed up against his hip and all it would take was one shift and their cocks would be deliciously pressed together. Dean pushed down that urge.
"Why?" Cas moaned out in a whisper, looking desperate for Dean to return to him. It made Dean groan and grab Cas' hip sharply as his own hips snapped forward, pulling a whine out of Cas.
"Because, we need to talk."
Cas looked put off then, pulling back from Dean with reluctant eyes. Dean pulled him back in, not letting him get far and firmly placing his hand on Cas' hip so he couldn't move.
He felt his heart beating too fast in his chest, his jaw tightening and his teeth grinding. He was about to admit to Cas the feeling that he'd kept to himself for years. He was nervous that Cas wouldn't feel the same. Just because they were kissing, didn't necessarily mean that Cas wanted him.
"Well, uh, first of all I'd like to tell you that I'm Bi, if that wasn't already obvious." Dean whispered, his fingers tracing patterns unconsciously on Cas' hip, heart racing. "I didn't tell you, I didn't tell anyone – not because I was like, ashamed or anything... I just, didn't know how to bring it up, I guess."
Cas' was staring at him with those wide blue eyes, chest rising and falling quickly, like he was nervous. "Good to know."
Dean bit the inside of his lip as he smiled a little at Cas' easy acceptance. He shouldn't have expected anything different. But, his next confession was a bit harder. He'd always hoped that Cas maybe might've had a crush on him, even though they were so close. But, Dean was worried that it was all in his head. He pushed on anyway, they were already here, might as well go all in, right?
"I... like you." He struggled to get out, looking up at the ceiling, shaking his head as his heart jack-hammered in his chest. There was no turning back after this. No matter the outcome, their friendship would be changed at least a little. "Like, a lot. In that stupid middle school like-like kind of way. I've had feelings for you since... god, I don't even know. A long time. I just... it's stupid. I'm probably not even your type and we're best friends and... I don't even know what I'm saying anymore."
He felt stupid. And embarrassed. He was like the least articulate person when it came to chick-flick moments and matters of the heart. Someone should just smack him. This was just embarrassing for both of them.
Cas gripped the back of his head and sucked in a breath at Dean's confession, but he didn't let Dean wallow in humiliation for long. He pulled Dean in harshly, kissing him hard and sloppy, biting his lip and licking into his mouth with purpose, hands raking through his hair. When Cas released him, Dean's breathing was quick, his eyes sort of dazed, and his lips bruised.
Cas just looked at him and shook his head. "You're an idiot."
Dean gave a fake-wounded look that he always gave when Cas' called him that. But instead of Cas' rolling his eyes like usual, he leaned in a gently kissed Dean's lips.
"Dean, I have been so hopelessly attracted to you since I first realized that girls were not my... preferred. You are so pretty it should be illegal. But, you're also the most wonderful, selfless, honorable person I have ever met. I've liked you since I met you. But, you never seemed... open to that kind relationship from me, or any other boy. So, I thought we'd always just stay friends. Clearly I was mistaken."
Dean's heart felt like it was going to fall out of his chest. He was absolutely sure that he was blushing big time. Cas liked him. Cas thought he was pretty. Cas wanted him.
Dean leaned forward and kissed Cas again, leaving both of them breathless and panting. Dean felt like he was on fire, felt impulsive and reckless. He wanted to roll Cas over and fuck him into the mattress, he wanted Cas to do the same.
"I want you." He ground out in a voice that didn't sound like his own. "Cas, I want you so bad." He whined all needy. He'd be embarrassed about it later, but right now his hips were moving in aborted little thrusts and Cas had a strong grip on his hair.
Cas flipped them at Dean's words, settling on top of him and both of them groaning then their hips flushed. He'd always known that Cas was strong. They were on the sparring team together and Cas had done both Swimming and Wrestling in the past. But to feel the strength in this aspect? It had Dean panting.
Dean's knees were pressed into either side of Cas' hips as they ground into each other, Dean's head arching back, exposing his throat. Cas wasted no time kissing down his throat, licking and sucking at the skin there, making Dean moan. Cas slapped a hand over Dean's mouth and stilled.
"We have to be quiet, Dean." He whispered right into his ear, causing Dean to shiver and his hips to buck up into Castiel's. "You don't want anyone to interrupt us."
He shook his head as Cas removed his hand, "No, I most certainly do fucking not want anyone to interrupt this." Dean rolled them over so Cas was now spread out beneath him. "I've been waiting a long time to get you here, no one is going to ruin this."
Cas reached up and pulled Dean down, gently placing feather soft kisses to his lips. "Then you need to stay quiet."
He kissed Cas deeply, rolling his hips in deep, long thrusts, rolling them the way he'd fuck Cas if given the chance. Cas was whining softly, but needy, into Dean's mouth, his hands trailing down Dean's back and palming at his ass beneath his shorts.
"Cas." Dean whined quietly, moving his hips sharper against Cas', wanting nothing more than for their cocks to align and rut against bare skin.
"What do you need, Dean."
A shiver went down his spine at Castiel's deep voice. Dean vaguely wondered what if would sound like after being deep-throated by Dean's cock. Would it get even darker than it was now?
"You." He moaned out. "Something. More. I just… need more."
Cas removed his hands from Dean's ass to between them where their hips were still moving. He pulled down the front of Dean's sleep pants and let his cock spring free, the cool air making him hiss. Cas wrapped a hand around him and Dean nearly sobbed. Cas stroked him with a firm grip, leaning up to lick and nip at his neck.
Dean quickly scrambled to get his hands down Cas' pants, pulling his pretty dick out and stroking quickly. Cas made a sound like he had been punched in the gut, gasping and whining into Dean's neck. Dean was panting and moaning quietly into Cas' ear, hips snapping to fuck into Cas' fist.
Cas was making more noise now that Dean's hand was on him, bucking up into his hold just as Dean was doing. He finally bit down on the meat of Dean's shoulder and came hard in his hand. Dean hissed at the pain from the bite but it sent him spiraling over the edge and it didn't take much more for him to come as well.
He felt winded as he pumped white ropes of come over Cas' hand and shirt, leaning down to lay his head in the space between Cas' neck and shoulder.
"Fuck." He managed to get out, their hands still holding each other's lengths.
"Yes." Castiel agreed, just as breathless.
Dean moved back and looked down at Cas' splotchy flush over his neck and ears, eyes wide and glassy, lips red and bruised. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before getting up from the bed and grabbing a towel from the back of his door. He dipped it in the glass of water sitting on his bedside table and wiped his own hand and then Cas', he patted at Cas' dick and then his own, cleaning them as best he could.
"Cas, buddy, we're going to have to burn that shirt."
Cas looked down at the t-shirt he was wearing, finding it streaked with Dean's come. The small frown between his brows was too cute for Dean to handle in this post orgasmic mind-space. "Yes, that is rather unfortunate."
Castiel stripped the shirt and laid back against the pillows, staring at Dean. If Cas didn't paint just the prettiest picture lying there like that.
Dean gathered the soiled towel and shirt, shoving them deep into his hamper, and then moving back to the bed. He pulled off his own shirt, throwing it onto the floor and pulled Cas into his arms.
"So... are we doing this?" He couldn't help but ask as Cas settled against him easily.
"Doing what, Dean?"
"You know," He started, nervous. "The whole dating thing."
Castiel shifted in his arms so that he could look up into Dean's eyes. "Is that something you'd be uncomfortable with?"
"No!" He nearly shouted. "Not at all. I was just worried about our friendship if it like... you know, doesn't work out or whatever."
Cas rolled his eyes and snuggled into Dean's embrace. "Don't think about what may become, Dean. Whatever happens between us, I will always be your friend. But, I can't lie and say that I haven't been dreaming about being your boyfriend for quite some time."
Dean bit his lip to contain his smile. "Well, great. Because, I'm a really good boyfriend. Just don't ask Lisa or Cassie."
Castiel snorted at that comment, "I'll try not to."
Dean knew the alarm on his phone was set for early morning, they had shows tomorrow and he was so not looking forward to their friends and their smirking attitudes. But right now, Dean was pretty content with Cas in his arms.