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o0~Forgive Me~0o

Today has been worse than usual. At school I'm usually tormented with spitballs and crude words. But today my assailants must have seen the happiness radiating off of me and decided to try and snuff it out.

By the end of the school day I soda making my shirt sticky, little wads of spit balls in my hair, and a bruised knee from being shoved down in the hallway.

"Hey Cas." Lisa smiled, holding her books to her chest. I nodded to her and watched her smile go tight.

"Who did that?" She demanded, brown eyes narrowing. She knew better than to assume I had spilled it on myself.

"It was an accident." I lied, shifting on my feet uncomfortably. I had to start walking home. My parents would wonder why I was late.

"Castiel-" Lisa's motherly tone was cut short as her eyes went wide.

"Oh my god." She breathed. I blinked at her in confusion, about to turn around to see what she was looking at. She grabbed my shoulder and held me in place before I could.

"Don't look, oh my god. It's Dean Winchester. He's like a regulation bad boy hottie." Lisa nearly swooned. I felt my cheeks heat up as she spoke about him. I was well aware of what the girls at our school thought of Dean. He was a sort of minor celebrity within our small town. His good looks, paired with his roguish persona made the girls squeal whenever he was mentioned.

"Castiel. Dean Winchester is walking over here." Lisa squeaked like all the air from her lungs had been pushed out. I swallowed thickly, licking my lips as I heard the heavy footfalls of his boots approach. Most of the student body was focused on him.

"Cas, hey man." Dean shouldered up beside me, nodding to Lisa with a wink. She let out a pained noise and turned a cute pink.

"You seen, Sammy?" Dean asked me, green eyes lit with mischief. We both knew that Sam was tutoring freshmen in the library until six today.

"I haven't." I said, looking at the scuffs in his brown boots. His hip bumped mine as he moved closer, ruffling my hair as I squirmed.

"You need a ride, since I'm here already?" He asked, his voice going low and rumbly. He wasn't really asking, he came to pick me up and expected me to go. I licked my lips nervously and heard him suck in a breath. I let my eyes dart up to Lisa who was watching us with wide eyes.

"Yes, thank you." I murmured. Dean had already whirled me around before I could get the sentence out, his arm heavy around my shoulders.

I got into the passenger seat and Dean started the car, leaving a trail of smoke behind him as he squealed out of the parking lot. Dean didn't speak as he drove quickly into the forest off the freeway leading to my house. He took a reclusive road up and as soon as the car was off I was pulled across the seat.

"Been too long, Cas." Dean smirked into my neck. Lifting me until I was straddling his lap, my back arched against the steering wheel. His big hands folded over my hips, lowering me down to his groin. I gasped softly, nosing under his chin until he kissed me. Lips soft against my chapped ones.

"We saw each other yesterday." I reminded against his smile. He grinned wider, pressing a playful kiss against my mouth with a loud smack.

"Too long." He murmured. He kissed me roughly, hands palming my bottom as he rolled up into my ass. I could feel his erection sliding against my hole. I moaned softly into his mouth, frantically kissing him.

"I'm gonna be late, my parents are waiting." I panted, gritting my teeth when he spread my ass, pushing up between my cheeks.

"I'll tell them I took you out for icecream." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. His hands shoved under my shirt. His hands froze and I blinked up at him in surprise.

"What the hell?" His eyebrow raised and he pulled a face as his fingers stuck together. I felt my cheeks burn brightly. I scrambled off of him.

"Did you spill soda or something?" He teased, looking over me. His eyes lifted to my hair for the first time to spot the spit balls, he reached across and picked one from my hair in confusion. Slowly understanding fell over his features, probably from his years in high school when he had been a bully. If Dean was still in my school he might of been one of my tormentors.

"Who did this?" He demanded, voice hard like a crack of lightening in the car.

"Some boys, it's not a big deal-"

"Their names." Dean gritted, grabbing my ankle and pulling me across the seat. I expected a hard kiss or a tight grip on my chin. Instead gentle hands carefully set to shifting through my hair to pick out the spit balls. I winced, blushing as he pulled at one particularly stuck.

"Fucking brats, I'll give em' a taste of their own medicine." Dean growled, tilting my head back against his chest as his strong fingers rifled through my thick dark hair. It was nearly comforting, how Dean carefully touched me. It felt like he might care, hands warm and careful against my scalp.

I sighed, pressing up into his searching hands. For a moment I could pretend he felt the same way as I did. I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes I was leaning back on the leather seat, shirtless. Dean was shirtless too.

His white tee was fisted in his hand, damp with water from the bottle in his hand. He must have found it in the backseat.

Carefully he smoothed his wet shirt over my sticky chest, and I gasped. Dean's eyes darkened and his hand paused before continuing.

"Making noises like that might get you in trouble." He muttered, his other hand drifting to my jeans. I lifted my hips into his hand when he palmed my erection through the coarse fabric.

"Will you punish me?" I asked, and Dean's breath rushed out through his teeth. Green eyes flicking to mine. He unzipped my jeans, sliding them down. I smiled, arching against his naked chest, our skin sliding wetly together as he pressed hot kisses to my pale damp skin.

"Swear to fucking God, your nipple freckle is starting to be one of my kinks." Dean leered, mouth hovering over my puckered pink bud. I flushed when Dean pressed a kiss to it, sending little flames licking up my spine.

"Dean, no teasing." I shuttered as his mouth clamped over my nipple, tugging it once with his teeth before sucking on his lovingly. I keened, making a high reedy noise. Dean's hips rolled down over mine. Dean's hands curled around my chest, right beneath my armpits. He lifted me up to his mouth, sucking on my nipples until they were puffy and swollen. My briefs were soaked by the time he was done.

"I don't have a condom." Dean admitted, I fumbled with the button on his jeans, shakily trying to undo the zipper. He didn't seem bothered by my clumsy attempts.

"You've already had me once without a condom." I reminded. Dean's face collapsed with guilt but he quickly hid it. He pulled off my boxers, and tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, making me stretch delishiously for him.

"Fuck, I don't have lube either." Dean cursed, fumbling with his glove department to search for some.

"It's okay, Dean. I got it loose, just like you asked." I informed, spreading my legs further for him to view. Dean's eyes zeroed in on the spot I spent over an hour playing with the night before, digging my fingers in and rubbing. Imagining my slender long fingers were dean's square blunt ones.

"Fuck." Dean gulped, green eyes flicking to my face once before going back to my hole.

"Fuck." He repeated, and swiped his hand over the precum gathered on my belly. He used it as lubricant as he smeared it over my hole. I whined, arching as he used his middle finger to wiggle in the loose muscle.

"Cas, shit. You really listen to everything I say." He muttered, shoving his finger in until it was to the knuckle. I gasped, leg tightening over his shoulder. He removed his finger once I was slick enough. He slowly slide in, much easier than the rough press he had forced in me the first time we were together.

"Yes, Dean. " I whispered, wrapping around him as he fucked into me hard. I made high whimpering noises that made Dean buck into me rougher. His hips snapping forward with a smooth coordination he had not had the night I lost my virginity. His stamina impressed me. For over forty minutes, making me feel raw and thoroughly used.

My erection was pulsing sharply as it got squeezed between our grinding hips. I just needed him to stop purposely missing my prostate.

"Dean-" I choked, scraping my nails over his back. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the mountains.

"I gotcha." Dean grunted, fucking right into my prostate. I came heavily, my clamping muscles forcing Dean into orgasm with me. We collapsed against each other.

"That was amazing." I smiled, pressing a thankful kiss into Dean's temple. I closed my eyes, feeling the sweet haze settle over me. Dean rolled us over, allowing me to curl up on his naked chest.

"That should have been your first time." He frowned, arm loosely wrapped over my waist. I nuzzled further into him.

"It's okay, I don't mind." I tried to reassure. Dean flinched hard.

"Don't say that, fuck- What I did to you-Dammit. Cas-I, I shouldn't have done that. Cas I raped you." Dean spat, sitting up and moving away from me. Dean looked very young suddenly. His brow drawn, green eyes heavy with guilt. I stared at him in shock before reaching to touch his cheek.

"Dean you didn't. I've wanted you for so long. I wanted it, all of it." I breathed, moving on to my knees to look at him properly. Dean's head hung before finally shifting up.

"You'll forgive me?" He asked, voice cracking. I felt tears gather in my eyes.

"Dean there is nothing to forgive. I didn't once protest, I wanted it. I wanted you." I promised frantically, cupping his jaw. I forced his gaze to meet mine and I saw tears swell in his own eyes as he crashed our mouths together in a heated kiss.

We spent the rest of the night making love over and over again until the smell of Impala was drenched into my skin.