Chapter 7: Forget What Other People Say About Me, It's Shit

The rain had a hard time letting up for most of the after noon. It had grown dark before it calmed down outside. Dean and Castiel lied about inside of Dean's tent while munching on some of the snacks that Dean's mother had packed. Dean shoved another handful of Pringles into his mouth then capped the can and shoved it back into his bag. He licked the extra salt off his fingers and smiled. "So Cas, when do you think this rain will stop?" Dean asked as the rain lightly pitter-pattered onto the top of the tent.

"Soon, maybe. It's cold, though." Castiel reached over Dean, his large shirt sagging a small bit off his shoulder. He grabbed a sweatshirt from his duffle bag. Dean could see a little mark on Castiel's collarbone, from when he kissed his skin roughly. Castiel managed the sweatshirt over his head and pulled it down to cover himself. He buried his face into his sleeve-covered hands. It was quite cold inside the tent, which was opposite from what it was earlier that day.

Dean pulled an extra blanket he was keeping out from underneath him and tossed it around Castiel's shoulders. "Better?" He grinned and folded the ends of the blanket.

Castiel nodded. He pulled the blanket tightly around himself and warmed up. Though when he looked at Dean, he felt guilty for hogging all the heat. So he opened he blanket back up and gave Dean a welcoming look. "You have goose bumps."

Dean looked down at his arms. Small bumps rose on his chilled skin. "I do." Dean rubbed his arms to create some friction, thus heat, but he knew that the blanket was the way to go about getting warm. He scooted over to Castiel and grabbed an end of the blanket. They sat there, shoulder to shoulder with the blanket covering them. "I would kill for some hot chocolate right about now."

"My brother might have some, if you want to brave outside?" Castiel rummaged his sweatshirt pocket and pulled out a small cell phone. "I'll call him." Just as Castiel was going to call Gabriel's phone, Dean grabbed his phone and snapped it shut, ending the call. "Dean?"

"Just you and me." Dean said. He ignored his want for hot chocolate if it meant that another person would join him and Castiel. "I want just you and me." Dean placed Castiel's phone on top of his duffle bag and then faced Castiel. His eyes were a dark green. He finally knew what he could do; well at least start with and maybe things would just, well, happen. "Okay?" Dean's mouth twitched as he moved closer to Castiel. His hands rested on Castiel's lap, fumbling with the fabric. He curled his fingers under the elastic waistband.

"Okay." Castiel glanced down at Dean's nervous hands. He placed his own on top of Dean's and then looked his straight in the eyes. "At whatever pace." He let Dean's hands travel into his shorts, underneath his briefs. His own hands propped himself up so that Dean could pull the fabric away in one move. Dean swallowed the hard lump in his throat when Castiel was bare for him to see. At that moment, Castiel was flaccid, his limp cock lying on his thigh. Dean cautiously moved towards Castiel, but his hands were shaking horribly. Castiel ended up grabbing Dean and pulling him close. With his arms wrapped around Dean's neck, he kissed him, calming him down. "I said 'okay'." Castiel repeated.

"Alright." Dean kissed back, his hands this time had no trouble finding their way to Castiel's cock. Once skin touched skin, Castiel stiffened up. At first just a little stiffness raised his cock in the air. Once Dean had a firm hold and started to move, Castiel was at full go. "Oh man." Dean breathed, rubbing his hand up and down Castiel's length. He could feel himself becoming hard, which was entirely new and a bit weird to him since he was jacking off another guy, and not with some girl. It looked like all the same rules and principles applied. "Thank God." Dean nipped At Castiel's neck while he jacked Castiel off in his hand.

"I don't think God has anything to do with it." Castiel said disdainfully. His hands fumbled between himself and Dean's shorts. He searched for the zipper when he felt the fabric getting tighter around Dean's crotch. Soon Dean was free and bulging upward. Castiel curled his fingers around Dean and rubbed him.

"Shit." Dean sat up on his knees and let his shorts fall down to his knees. He shifted to rid himself of the fabric. Castiel took his hand away for a moment to help in the ordeal. Once Dean's shorts were off and thrown over with Castiel's he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and then pulled at Castiel's. His chest rose and fell quickly. He rested on his knees before Castiel in all of his naked glory. Castiel lied back on top of the blanket that Dean had given him earlier before. His slim frame was covered in goose bumps. "Are you cold?" Dean asked. It was a silly question, but Castiel still answered, shaking his head no, obviously lying.

Dean smiled sweetly and leaned over Castiel. He ran his thumb over Castiel's square jaw and left a line of kisses. His other hand continued its work on Castiel's cock. This time, he grabbed onto his own as well and rubbed the two lengths together. Dean and Castiel's skin rubbed together, sweat gliding them along each other smoothly. Castiel moaned as his cock dripped with pre cum into Dean's hand and onto his cock. "Shit." Dean cursed. His hand worked faster and faster. Each movement brought him closer to the edge. "Cas…. Are you going to-?" He asked between hitched breaths. Castiel's flushed red face quickly nodded as a yes. He grabbed Dean's upper arms tightly and froze as Dean rubbed himself and Castiel one last time before they both shuddered and came. Cum splattered all over Dean's hand and chest as well as Castiel's abdomen.

Dean collapsed next to Castiel. He grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped his chest off as well as his hand. He tuned his head and smiled at Castiel. "Here, wipe yourself down with this." Dean held his shirt up and Castiel quickly grabbed it and wiped himself off. "That was something." Dean said, trying to lighten to mood inside the tent. It had grown awkwardly silent in the tent, and unbearably humid. Outside it was still raining; only it had lightened up and was just sprinkling. The wind had died down as well, which was good for the tent since there was no more fear of it lifting off the ground.

Castiel sat up and reached around the tent, finally finding his clothing and pulled them on. "You're good at everything, aren't you?" He blushed, eyes staring at his own lap. "I've heard stories from my brother about you." Castiel rubbed his hands together. "How you go from one to the next." The mood in the tent deepened. "I don't-"

"Hey." Dean sat up and placed a hand on Castiel's back. "Really, I'm not like that." He lifted Castiel's chin, staring him in the eyes. "Alright? I don't think I will be going anywhere for a while. You're unique. This is unique. Who the hell would give that up?" Dean pulled his hand away from Castiel's face. "When I said I wasn't going to run away, I wasn't lying." His face was hard. "So forget what other people say about me, it's shit." Dean grinned. "And if anyone says anything, tell me." He lifted one arm, flexing, and grabbed his muscle with his other hand. "I'll teach them a lessen."

"Don't get sent to jail on my account, Dean." Castiel's mouth twitched into a small smile, but it soon disappeared back into his normal relaxed face. "Also, you should get some clothes on before the cold gets to you." Castiel turned his head, left and right, looking for Dean's discarded shorts. When he saw them in the corner of the tent he leaned over and picked them up. He then felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and pulling him back.

"Or you could just keep me warm." Dean said smoothly as he kissed Castiel's neck. Castiel wiggled free and shoved the shorts at Dean. "What?" Dean pulled on his boxers before pulling his shorts on over them.

"I'm hungry."

Dean thought about it for a second and he too was hungry. He hadn't eaten since earlier that day when they had burgers. That was hours ago. "Me too, but I think they already cleaned up dinner." Then Dean got a brilliant idea. On the way to the campground he could have sworn he saw a diner that wasn't too far off. The only problem was that he didn't have a car to get there. "Did you drive here, Cas?" Dean questioned, hoping Castiel had some sort of transportation. "There's a diner down the road and I think they have pie.

"No, but Gabriel drove." Castiel was already putting his shoes on and searching for his wallet in his bag. "We can see if Gabriel and Charlie want to join us?"

"Sounds like a plan." Dean grabbed a new shirt and sweatshirt, searched for his shoes and wallet then headed out of his tent with Castiel to go grab Gabriel and Charlie. "They better have some pie left." It was a little after normal dining hours, which made the chance of pie slim, but Dean still hoped.