Chapter Seven
Cas's POV
I woke up before Dean the next morning, smiling when I saw him sleeping soundly with his head on my chest. He was snoring softly, and his lips twitched every so often. It was honestly the cutest thing I'd ever seen. I glanced over at his alarm clock, knowing we had probably over slept. Twelve-thirty. Damn.
"Dean," I whispered, touching his shoulder gently.
"Mprgh," he grumbled, snuggling closer and sighing.
"Dean, we have to get up."
"Dn, wnna."
"What?"
"Don't wanna!"
"Too bad."
I rolled over on top of him, enjoying the startled look on his face. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off, swallowing whatever he was about to say. He'd deny it, but he let out a high-pitched squeak, before melting into the kiss. I kissed him gently, not wanting to overdo it since he had just woken up. But he seemed hell bent on speeding things up because the next thing I knew I was on my back with Dean on top of me, kissing me hard and fast. I groaned against his lips, wrapping my arms around his back and pulling him closer, relishing the way his hands slid up and down my chest. We were so wrapped up in the kiss; neither of us heard the door open.
"Hey Dean I was just— Oh God!" Sam yelled, covering his eyes and backing out of the room.
Dean froze, staring down at me in surprise.
"Dean?" I asked hesitantly.
He flinched at my voice, quickly rolling off of me and throwing on a pair of jeans, before bolting down the stairs after Sam. I sighed, getting up and slowly getting dressed.
Dean's POV
I ran down the stairs after Sam. It's not that Cas and I were really a secret, but that wasn't how I wanted him to find out. I ambled into the kitchen, leaning against the door. Sam was grabbing a coke out of the fridge.
"Hey Sammy."
"Oh, hey. So, you guys ready to go?" he asked.
"What? That's it?" I asked, expecting at least some sort of reaction.
"What do you mean? Oh, you and Cas. Yeah, dude I figured out you guys were a thing yesterday," he said nonchalantly.
"When?"
"Hmm. I'd say it was when you gave him a blow job in the kitchen."
My jaw dropped.
"How do you know about that?!"
"Cas isn't exactly quiet."
I shook my head, letting out an awkward chuckle.
"Well, glad you're cool with it little bro," I said.
"Of course I'm cool with it. I can tell he makes you happy, and clearly you make him happy. Just, keep it down next time," he teased.
Cas came in, the blush on his face making it obvious he had heard the conversation. I smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. He smiled shyly, leaning on my shoulder.
"Ugh, you guys are gonna make me hurl," Sam said, gagging.
"Pfft, bitch," I scoffed.
"Jerk."
We loaded Sam's stuff into the Impala and headed off to Bobby's. He didn't live too far, so it wasn't that bad. Sam still bitched about having to sit in the backseat though. I handed Cas a box full of tapes, ignoring Sam's commentary.
"Go ahead and pick some music."
"Careful Cas, it's a trap. He's really only gonna let you pick what he wants to listen to," Sam warned.
"Shut up Sammy, he can pick what he wants."
"Sure."
Cas rummaged through the tapes, smiling triumphantly when he found the one he wanted. I popped it into the tape player without even checking what it was, my eyes flicking to the mirror to glance back at Sam. He stared back in shock.
"Wow. That's a first. He must really like you Cas."
Cas and I both blushed at the statement. I smiled, pleasantly surprised when I heard Zeppelin trickling through the speakers. Cas tentatively moved his hand over to rest on my knee as I drove. I took one hand off the wheel, taking his hand in mine. Sammy didn't seem to notice, as he stared out the window.
Half an hour later we pulled up outside of Bobby's. We lugged Sam's stuff inside, not even bothering to knock. Bobby came out of the living room to greet us.
"Hey boys. Good to see ya. Wish it wasn't under these circumstances," he said solemnly.
"Thanks for letting me to stay Bobby," Sam said.
Bobby just shook his head, pulling Sam in for a hug.
"Anytime boy."
He pulled away, turning to hug me as well. When he let go, his eyes fell of Cas.
"Oh, right. Bobby this is Cas. My…" I trailed off, not sure if I should say boyfriend just yet.
"Roommate," Cas filled in, shaking Bobby's hand. I bit the inside of my cheek and took a deep breath.
"He's, uh, also my boyfriend."
Bobby didn't even bat an eye, just smiled and welcomed Cas to the family. Yep, it's official. Bobby is the coolest man alive.
"Pleasure to meet you son. You boys hungry?" he asked.
"Actually we should be getting back. Yesterday was kind of long and we still have two hour drive," I said with a sigh.
"Gotcha. Don't be a stranger though. I don't see enough you boy. Who else am I supposed to pick on?"
"We'll visit in a couple weeks Bobby, I promise."
Sam rushed forward, hugging me tightly. I squeezed back, ruffling his hair.
"You gonna be alright Sammy?"
"Yeah, I'm good," he said, smiling sadly, turning to Cas, "Take care of him okay? He's kind of a dumbass."
"I will," Cas promised, patting Sam on the shoulder and shaking hands with Bobby.
I rolled my eyes and dragged him out of the house, waving over my shoulder.
The drive back went by surprisingly fast, with very little conversation. But it wasn't awkward. It was that comfortable kind of silence that only happens when you're with someone you care about, who's company you could enjoy without having to talk.
I kept watching Cas as we made our way back to our room. He kept shifting his shoulders, like he was uncomfortable. I don't even think he realized his face was contorted in pain. He sat on his bed, letting out heavy sigh.
"You okay?" I asked, sitting next to him.
"Yeah. Just a little sore."
"Is it your wings?"
He looked down at his hands, clearly not quite comfortable with talking about them openly. A vivid memory of his wings popped into my head. So beautiful. I wondered if they were as soft as they looked.
"Can I…um, maybe. You know what, never mind," I said quickly, changing my mind.
"What is it Dean?" he asked.
"I was just gonna ask if maybe I could…see your wings."
He blinked in surprise, fidgeting nervously.
"You don't have to! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. It was stupid," I babbled.
"No, no it's fine. You don't mind them? I mean, they don't freak you out?" Cas asked.
"Cas, they're a part of you. How could they freak me out?"
He nodded, taking a deep breath and turning to face me. I pulled him in for a soft kiss, trying to ease some of his discomfort. It must have worked, because he guided my hands to the buttons on his shirt. I tried to take my time undoing them, but I was eager to see his wings again. As soon as I slid his shirt off his shoulder, he let his wings stretch out from his back.
I stared. They were just as beautiful as the first time I saw them. I started to reach forward, but stopped myself, realizing I should ask permission first.
"Can I touch them?"
He nodded, not as hesitant as before.
I brought my shaking fingers to the middle of his left wing, brushing my hand along the feathers. Yep, just as soft as they look. Cas shivered. I traced slowly along the wing bone all the way to the base, pressing at a strange sort of knot. Cas let out a deep groan, making me pull my hand back.
"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
He turned to look at me, eyes blown wide, filled with…lust.
"Don't stop," he breathed.
I smirked. So they were sensitive. Feeling snarky, I stood for a moment, confusing the blue-eyed man. When I situated myself firmly in his lap, straddling him he seemed to catch on, hands flying to the button of my jeans as he wasted to time in yanking them open. I did the same to his pants before turning my attention back to his wings as I rolled my hips forward slightly.
My fingers slid down the wing bone to brush against the feathers. The ones near the top seemed to be the most sensitive. Cas gasped when I gave them a light tug. I grinned, repeating the action over and over until he was panting hard. And speaking of hard. I took Cas's hand, bringing it down to grip both of us. He nodded in understanding, as he stroked in time with my tugs on his wing.
I rocked my hips forward to meet each movement of his hand, whimpering at the feeling of his dick against mine. I leaned forward, bringing my lips to one wing and licking a long stripe along his wing bone. He made a loud keening sound, speeding up his strokes, gripping a little tighter.
"Yeah Cas, just like that," I murmured next to his ear, letting out a moan that seemed to drive him wild.
"D-Dean," he gasped.
My hands were all over his wings now. Running softly thought the deep grey feathers, before tugging them roughly. Cas was a mess, completely coming apart under my ministrations. I knew he was close when his strokes stuttered, becoming slightly uncoordinated. I nibbled on his neck, letting my hands drift to his back, searching for that knots at the base of each of his wings.
I pressed into them hard and that's all it took before Cas practically screamed, cumming over his hand. The look on his face when he came, mouth open, eyes shut, with his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat was enough to send me over the edge.
"Cas, Cas, oh,uh,hah, ah CAS!" I gasped, cumming hard. He stroked lazily as I came, coaxing me through it.
I collapsed against him, breathing heavily. Cas rested his hands gently on my hips, rubbing slow circles on my hip bones.
"So, guess your wings are pretty sensitive," I said when I could breathe again.
"Yes, that was news to me as well."
"You've never touched them?"
"I've touched them, but it didn't feel anywhere near as good as when you touched them," he admitted shyly.
I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, reluctantly peeling myself off his lap. Glancing down I realized I was definitely gonna need to clean up.
"I need a shower."
Cas looked down at himself.
"As do I."
"Wanna conserve water?" I asked, grinning.
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Woo! I finally finished this chapter! I promised wingkink and there was wingkink. Hope you guys liked it. There could be sex in the next chapter…actually…there will definitely be sex in the next chapter. Reviews are always welcome
