Just a short chapy, enjoy...


Castiel lights a cigarette, watching as Dean stares blankly at him.

"I just," Dean motions with his hand.

"Indeed." Cas's lips twitch slightly cigarette in mouth as he strokes his thumb over Dean's lips. Dean shifts slightly, his jeans feeling incredibly tight and his breathing shallow. Castiel takes a drag when there's a knock on the door.

"Shit," Cas swears, ashing his cigarette and sliding his hand over the side of Dean's face and under his chin as he stands to get the door, Dean's face following his movements. Castiel peaks through the spy hole revealing his tattoo covered back. He turns around quickly buttoning his fly, cigarette in mouth, before pulling the door open. Dean quickly takes a spot the couch, adjusting himself.

"Hhhey man," Chuck squeaks, peaking around the apartment. "I hope I'm not interrupting , you said 5 right," He shuffles nervously glancing at Dean's back as he stands up.

"That's correct." Cas replies. "I'll be right there." He says motioning Chuck to the kitchen.

"I gotta go, dude." Dean says turning to face him. "Pick up my brother." He adds, shifting uncomfortably, as Cas's eyes flick down to his crotch and back to his face.

"Very well," he says holding the door open for him.

"I'll um, text you." Dean flounders awkwardly, "See you tomorrow." He adds before bolting out the door.

What the hell, he thought on his way to the car. I just brought my dream to life. He flinched at how corny that sounded. Dean realized that he should be having a big gay freak out right about now or at least a little concerned that he technically cheated on Lisa, but realized he was surprisingly ok with it. Plus, he decided he had some more pressing matters to attend to, as he slid into the driver seat and tossed his jacket to hide his lap.

Dean picked up Sam in record time, nodding and pretending to listen while Sam told him about his day. The whole time erection killing thoughts raced through his head, to no prevail. It seemed like forever before they finally made it home, Sam bolting to the house as Dean took a deep breath before following.

"Hey, boys." Their mom called from the kitchen, "dinner in an hour."

"K, mom," Sam said plopping on the couch to start his homework as Dean rushed up to his room.

Dean locked the door behind him leaning against it as he slipped a hand into his pants, groaning at contact. He undid the fly deciding to continue this in the shower, when his phone started going off. He stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs, giving his aching cock a few tugs before grabbing his phone and flipping it open.

Msg: From Cas:

Try not to say my

Name too loud when

You cum. ;)

Dean texts back: "You're Fing Creepy, u know!" He groans, throwing his phone on to his bed. That sneaky bastard, Dean thought, looking around as if Cas was hiding somewhere watching. Which Dean had to admit was kind of a turn on as he stroked his fully hard dick and made his way to bathroom, starting the shower.

Dean slips into the stream, closing his eyes as the hot water hits him. He slides a hand across his chest and down to jack himself off. Images of Cas on the couch coming undone running through his mind as he builds towards release. Dean braces himself on the wall of the shower bowing his head as he comes forcefully into his hand. Boy, was he screwed.

He finished his shower and padded into his room, towel slung around his hips. He grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt before throwing them on, and grabbing his phone off the bed. He had another message.

MSG: FromCas

I do not know

About the creepy

Part.

Dean quickly texted back, "That's hard to believe ;D" shaking his head, now they're flirting, great.

Dean sighs flopping back on his bed, what was he doing, he should be trying to get with Lisa, not hooking up with the damaged stoner. There's just something about him, his brain supplies realizing that this feels different than whatever he had with Lisa. Maybe there's a reason nothing happened between him and Lisa for two years, but it's not like he's a virgin or anything. He decides to just not worry about, ignore it until it becomes a problem, like he usually does; then heads down to dinner.


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