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The following morning Castiel showed up at the Winchester home's driveway at the exact time as the prior morning. He sipped vanilla iced coffee from a straw while searching for a decent tune on the radio. The dark haired teen left a Bruno Mars song playing. Cas didn't discriminate against any form of music. As long as he enjoyed the music and lyrics he wasn't picky. Ok he did draw the line to Polka and most form of Country music. He honked since Dean was taking forever to come out. Mother Teresa was probably ashamed to face him after yesterday's impromptu smooch.
Dean finally emerged from the house. He strapped a black messenger bag across one of his shoulders. Today the Winchester opted for a preppy look which consisted of khaki pants, green Polo shirt and brown loafers. This boy was going to be the death of him. Dean walked slower than a tortoise high on pot towards the pimp mobile. Castiel rolled his eyes and honked louder. Dean jumped a little making Cas chuckle. Dean glared at him.
He opened the passenger door and plopped his butt on the seat. Dean was buckling his seatbelt, when something landed on his lap. He gazed downward to find a red plastic bag wrapped with a tiny white bow. "What's this?"
"Some Hershey's kisses...it's my way of apologizing for yesterday. From now on these are the only kisses you will receive from me, your holiness." Cas smiled before driving out into the street.
Dean gulped hard. Why did those words leave him with a hollow feeling inside? "Good" He turned his head to gaze at the passing scenery.
The two teens shared World History for third period. Dean was a history buff but he wasn't a fan of Mr. Roche's unconventional teaching methods. On the other hand, the Brit was Castiel's favorite teacher ever. Today was going to be a fun class.
Mr. Roche was teaching the juniors about Ancient Rome and Egypt. Balthazar brought in a beautiful crimson and gold themed carpet he claims to have bought during his travels through Cairo several years ago. The 5'10 blond man unrolled the woven carpet down the middle aisle. "A carpet familiar to this one was where a young Cleopatra was hidden in to meet Julius Caesar for the first time. After emerging from it, the temptress danced seductively for the most powerful man in the world." He moved his hips from side to side.
Some of the jocks whistled. Dean rolled his eyes. He looked around the classroom and the majority of the thirty students present were riveted by their teacher's lecture. "Cleopatra was no great beauty as she's been depicted in the movies but she was cunning and used this ability to seduce powerful men."
Castiel raised his hand. "Is it true she was in the middle of a Caesar and Marc Antony sandwich?"
Dean whipped his head around and gawked at his friend. Castiel winked at him. "Careful Novak...this is unchartered territory for St. Dean," Gabriel said. The rest of their classmates laughed. Crowley shot a spitball at the back of Dean's neck. Dean wiped it away.
"That's enough! Crowley you have an hour detention this afternoon," Balthazar's grey eyes landed on the troublemaker.
"Brilliant idea that way I can recruit new customers. Business has been a bitch lately." Crowley returned to doodling a nude Cleopatra with humungous knockers on his binder instead of writing down notes.
Mr. Roche resumed his lecture. "Yes, Castiel you are correct. Many scholars believe the Queen of the Nile partook in ménage a trois with both men. Once she shacked up with Marc Antony they hosted orgies."
"Sounds like my kind of gal," Gabe yelled out loud.
"Can anyone tell me who became ruler after Antony and Cleopatra died?" Balthazar had enough of the trickster for the day. He was grateful for not having any little monsters of his own.
Castiel raised his hand. "Octavian"
"Very good, Castiel" Balthazar started the projector to show slides of Ancient Egypt.
Dean's eyes began to close. Last night he probably slept two hours at most and it was all Castiel's fault! Mr. Roche turned off the lights and the low hum of the projector which was located next to his desk made the Winchester sleepier. He soon nodded off. Crowley and Gabriel threw a couple of more spit balls at him. They cackled when one stuck in the back of Dean's tawny hair.
Dean was pushed unceremoniously inside an opulent chamber. Hieroglyphics of Egyptian deities were carved on the concrete walls. Raphael and Uriel were dressed like centurion soldiers. They escorted him to a throne where Castiel sat regally. The blue eyed flirt donned battle armor and a gold wreath on his dark wavy hair. Meg, who wore a transparent and short Grecian dress, fed him big fat juicy grapes while Crowley and Gabriel fanned the emperor with gigantic fans made of ostrich feathers. "Fan harder you imbeciles!" Castiel screamed at the two troublemakers. "Or I will have my men toss you in the crocodile pit!"
Dean chuckled. Castiel kissed Meg's ruby lips before excusing her. She pouted at her master before glaring at Dean. "Thank you, men. You may leave me with my new slave." He hungrily looked at Dean.
"You've got great legs, your holiness." For the first time, Dean noticed what he wore: a brown tunic that reached his thighs and brown leather sandals.
"Cas, what is this place?" Raphael and Uriel released him and left the opulent chamber.
"Why don't you shut that pretty mouth of yours and come with me?" Castiel stood up. He held Dean's wrist and led him to a mountain of colorful cushions. A ruby red velvet cape dragged behind Castiel.
"Lay down for your master."
"No"
Castiel patiently removed the clasps which held the cape. It cascaded down to the floor. "You belong to me starting now." His electric blue eyes darkened. Dean licked his lips. Cas gently pushed him down and straddled him.
He whipped his head to the throne. "You two jackals come here and do your damn job!" Gabriel and Crowley scurried over with the huge ostrich feather fans.
Castiel instantly saw the scared look in his new slave's eyes. "There is nothing for you to be scared of. I promise to take good care of you. I know it's your first time. Undress for me, Dean." He traced a finger down Dean's jaw which caused goose bumps to spread like wildfire across the freckled teen's arms.
Dean sat and pulled the tunic over his head. Castiel took an appreciative visual inventory of Dean's body. "Perfection"
He ran long fingers down the virgin's body. When his digits landed on Dean's thighs, Castiel parted them. "Remember what I told you about eating you up like a peach?"
Dean's breathing became labored and Castiel still hadn't done anything to him. He barely managed to shake his head. "Why am I dreaming this?" Dean thought out loud.
Castiel shrugged his shoulder. "Beats me...it's your dream. But let me tell you sweetheart, I'm gonna start tarnishing your halo right now."
Dean laid his head on the mountain of cushions. He closed his eyes. The Winchester felt Castiel's light stubble scrape against the inside of his thighs and his body shivered. Cas slid Dean down a little and bent his knees over his shoulders. The feel of the cold metal of Cas' armor helped Dean cool down. His body felt as if it was on fire.
Castiel kissed Dean's ass cheeks before his tongue dipped inside his tight pink hole. Dean gasped. Cas swirled his tongue around the puckered hole and went on to brush it languorously at the walls. Dean thrashed his head from side to side. He dug his fingers into two cushions. "Don't stop...don't you fucking stop!" He panted as Castiel continued feasting on his ass. How could something so wrong feel so sinfully delicious?
Cas switched his attention to Dean's balls and cock. "Cas, I'm going to..."
Dean came inside Castiel's mouth. The other boy swallowed before coming up for much needed air. Dean dragged Cas upwards to him. He didn't care that Castiel's mouth had been down there; Dean needed to kiss him.
He initiated a hungry kiss. The two teens rolled around kissing and biting each other. Dean had forgotten Gabe and Crowley were witnessing everything. Dean stopped. "What's the matter? I really want to pop your juicy cherry." Castiel kissed him again. He licked Dean's swollen lower lip before releasing him.
"Will you do something for me?" Dean asked him in a timid voice.
"Anything"
"Those two have always been mean to me."
"Say no more, sweetheart. Guards!" Castiel knelt on a cushion.
Raphael and Uriel appeared. "Take these two ass hats and throw them in the crocodile pit!"
"No! Caesar, we are sorry and promise to treat Dean with the respect he deserves," Crowley pled for his life.
"Too little too late, ass butt!" Castiel waved his hand to dismiss the guards.
He turned to Dean, who smiled at him. "Thanks and now you may receive a reward."
Dean was flabbergasted at his wanton behavior. Castiel's body covered his. He laughed. Dean frowned. "What's so funny?"
"Earlier you cursed...I bring out the bad boy hidden underneath all that saintly goodness. I like it." His mouth covered Dean's. The couple kissed voraciously. Cas' hand trailed down Dean's toned abdomen.
All of a sudden, someone lightly slapped Dean's cheek. He opened his eyes to an empty classroom. Mr. Roche looked at him sheepishly. "Sorry my lecture was not to your liking, Mr. Winchester."
Dean wiped drool from the corner of his mouth and raised his head. "Sorry sir I had a rough night."
"Go before you're late for fourth period and don't forget the Battle of the Nile report is due Friday." Dean nodded as he grabbed his messenger bag. He said bye to the teacher and jogged out of class.
During lunch Dean's appetite evaporated. He gave his burger to a grateful Garth. The gang was speaking about the upcoming Valentine's dance. Dean couldn't stop thinking about the sex dream he had earlier. He thanked God Mr. Roche didn't seem to have noticed the erection he sported. Dean adjusted his khaki pants.
"What's up Dean? You've been out of it today." Kevin asked.
"I had a bad night that's all."
"Everything ok?" Jo asked.
"Yeah"
"So Kevin asked me to the dance and I said yes," Jo announced. Becky and Anna were happy for them.
"You go Tran!" Ash fist bumped Kevin, who blushed profusely.
"What about you Dean is your dad allowing you to go this year?" Becky asked. They all knew Pastor Winchester rarely allowed his son to attend social events which were not church related.
Dean nodded. "He gave me permission as long as I'm home by ten."
The dream was worrying the heck out of him. He glanced around the table until his eyes landed on Anna. Maybe the cute red head was the answer to his dilemma. John told his son on several occasions; Anna Milton had a huge crush on Dean judging by the way she stared at him with moon calf eyes during Sunday service. Maybe by dating a girl, Dean would stop having inappropriate thoughts of one Castiel Novak.
"Uhm Anna do you have a date for the dance?" He rubbed the back of his neck. Geez his hands were sweaty.
"No, no one has asked me yet." She bowed her head.
"You do now. Want to go with me?"
Anna whipped her head up. "For real?"
"Yeah" Dean smiled at his friend.
"Yes, I'd love to go!"
"Great...maybe we can eat somewhere before the dance."
"Awesome!"
The thought of escorting Anna to the dance did not put Dean's troubling thoughts at ease. He caught sight of Castiel, who stood with their soccer teammates in the front of the lunch line. Their eyes met and Cas winked at him before continuing his conversation with Fer and Raphael.
After school Dean walked over to the pimp mobile. He felt his face burning, when he reached Castiel. The dream remained plaguing him. Castiel lay on the hood smoking a cigarette. "You know smoking causes cancer."
"Thanks for that, Oprah. What doesn't kill you...makes you stranger." Castiel leapt from the hood and threw the stub on the ground. He stomped on it with the sole of his combat boot. Dean stared at him in confusion.
Cas rolled his eyes. "You're fucking kidding right?"
"About what?" Dean walked to the passenger door. Cas unlocked the driver's door and opened Dean's door from the inside. "You don't know where that quote's from?"
Dean shrugged his shoulder. "You haven't seen the Dark Knight? IMO… one of the best films ever made."
"My dad doesn't let us watch violent movies."
"What do you poor things watch then? Don't tell me Veggie Tales and My Little Pony are fixtures in Casa Winchester."
"Hey we don't watch My Little Pony!"
"Whatever...you are going to be introduced to the absofuckinglutely masterpiece that is Nolan's Batman trilogy this weekend."
"I planned on buying a suit for the dance this Saturday and Sunday I go to church." Dean fidgeted on his seat.
"Of course you do your holiness. Wait a minute you're going to the dance?" Cas glanced at him, when they stopped at a stop sign.
"I asked Anna out. She's liked me for a while and I want to see how things go." Dean couldn't look at the blue eyed teen, who remained silent.
When he saw no cars coming, Castiel hit the gas pedal hard and drove over the speed limit. "Cas, slow down!"
Castiel realized his stupidity and slowed down. "I'm happy for you, Dean. Now St. Joseph has found his Virgin Mary. Your father will be happy you are dating a good religious girl."
"I guess."
"Anyways I invited our teammates over to Bobby's for a sleepover. I know it sounds lame but it's not gonna be like a stupid girls' slumber party. We'll order pizza. Fer is sneaking in a bottle or two of tequila from his old man's bar and Ion's bringing ganja. I didn't invite you cos your dad would have a fit if he found out what we were up to." Castiel parked the vehicle in the Winchester's driveway.
"You may go now, your holiness. Don't worry I won't kiss you. I know those lips are reserved for little Anna."
Dean's shoulders slumped. "You should've invited me anyways. It's my decision to make not my dad's. I am part of the team am I not?"
"True but I don't want to scar your virginal ways. Who knows what a group of rowdy hormonal teenage boys will get to do on a Friday night?" Castiel smirked.
"Bobby won't let things get out of hand." Dean crossed his arms.
"Maybe...so you in? We can watch the Batman trilogy. I know you like Batman. I saw you a few times reading the comics at the market."
"My dad won't let me stay the night." Dean traced the window with a forefinger.
"Tell him you're coming over to do a group project that's worth half your history class grade and its due on Monday."
"I never lie to my dad."
"Whatever man, suit yourself"
Dean said bye and vacated the vehicle. Castiel drove away. Dean would never cease being a good little angel and the thought sickened Cas.
Dean washed the dishes and John dried them. Sam and Adam were finishing their home work in the dining room. "Something on your mind, son?" John placed the last of the dishes in a cabinet.
His first born took a deep breath. Okay here goes nothing. "Can I spend the night at Bobby's this Friday?"
"Why? I thought you were taking your brothers to see Son of God."
Dean wanted to gag. He didn't want to see a bible movie. He wanted to watch the Batman films. "Uhm, Cas and I along with two other classmates have a group report due on Monday for history class."
John's eyes zeroed in on his son causing Dean to inwardly cringe. "It's worth half of this semester's grade. You're always riding me about raising my GPA. This will help me accomplish my goal."
"I guess there shouldn't be a problem since Bobby will supervise you. Just be back Saturday after soccer practice. That Castiel boy needs your positive influence."
That's it? Dean didn't feel guilty about lying to his dad at all. It actually felt kind of good. Oh God this is all Cas' fault! But it was time Dean started living a regular life.
"Thanks dad." Dean turned around and smiled.