On Wednesday Dean managed to find time to visit the library. His week had been absolutely chaotic. He had spent most of his time with Sam, dealing with the aftermath of his hospitalization and also working with his credit company. Eventually, the bill was cleared off and the misunderstanding was behind him. As soon as that had been done, though, Sam went straight to pushing Dean into apartment searching.
It was a mess. The brothers spent most of their free time browsing rentals, and none of them seemed to be close enough to the school and affordable at the same time. Dean was being forced into debating on the possibility of having to sell the Impala in order to put aside extra money for a new place.
He did not want that to happen.
There were roommate offers. Sam encouraged Dean into this particular choice, because he wanted nothing more than for Dean to get out and meet new people. But Dean found the whole situation odd. Why would he want to live with someone he never met?
"Dean, you could meet them beforehand," Sam had argued with an eye roll. "Plenty of people have roommates, especially in the city. Could you at least give it a shot?"
When Dean had refused, Sam looked ready to beat him over the head with a shovel. Dean didn't blame him. They had been at this for what felt like ages. Sam had been a big help, but honestly Dean was thinking he should just give up and settle with his crappy apartment. Sure, it was a shitty place. But it was his home. And he had everything he needed in order to get by.
Dean was only keeping this up for Sammy. The younger Winchester had done extensive house-searching (earning himself a bunch of cheesy "House Hunters" lines from Dean), and had compiled up a stack of papers with the best apartment options he could find.
And that's why Dean was currently sitting at the library, mulling over said papers and trying not to grow a bunch of gray hairs. This whole thing was stressing him out. But he knew where he lived wasn't safe. He needed out.
"If you keep making that face it will get stuck like that," a voice interrupted him, shocking Dean from his immense concentration. To be fair, he had been giving the papers particularly menacing glares. He looked up to find Castiel standing over him, two blue mugs in his hands.
Dean smiled. "Hey, Cas," he greeted the librarian.
Castiel returned the smile. "That's better," he complimented, placing one of the mugs in front of Dean. "I figured you might want some coffee," he offered, sitting down in an empty seat at Dean's table.
Dean's fingers cradled the mug, twining through the handle. "You really are a psychic," he replied, an amused smirk taking place on his lips. Castiel smiled into his own mug as he took a small sip. Dean realized the library was mostly empty. How long had he been here?
Just as he was about to ask, Castiel spoke.
"What's the matter?" he asked, looking at Dean's face rather than the papers sprawled rather ungracefully on the table. Dean raised an eyebrow, wondering how Castiel could tell just by observing Dean. Maybe it was the look he'd been giving the papers.
"Ah- nothin', really. Just," Dean picked up one of the sheets, "Sam wants me to look for a new apartment," Dean explained. "He's kinda been freaked after what happened."
Castiel nodded in an understanding way. "He has reason to be. I must say I agree with him."
Dean frowned. "Yeah, well, it's just been a pain in the ass," Dean complained. "So far there hasn't been any luck."
Castiel hummed in acknowledgement, holding his mug in front of him. He seemed to be deep in thought.
Deciding not to disturb him, Dean went back to looking through his papers, performing calculations and working on budgeting. He didn't even notice when Castiel left, taking Dean's drained coffee mug with him.
Pretty soon the clock ticked to nine, and Dean had gathered up his things to head on home. Castiel stopped him on his way to the door.
"Dean," he called out. He was heading towards him, and he smiled when he garnered the blonde's attention.
Dean returned the grin, turning to face the librarian. "Hey, what's up?"
Castiel seemed hesitant, but he spoke up. He tended to be quite honestly-spoken, Dean noticed. There wasn't much beating around the bush with him. "About finding an apartment," he began, fixing his eyes with Dean's. "My place- it's a two bedroom and bath. If you would like to room with me," Castiel informed him, shrugging, "well- I'd just like you to know it's an option."
Dean was taken aback. He was pretty sure his heart had stopped functioning, because it suddenly kick started- as if it were making up for beats it'd missed. Dean licked his lips, averting his eyes. "I dunno, Cas-"
"If you don't want to, that's fine. But I assure you it's merely for rental purposes," Castiel added with an amused smirk. "My previous roommate moved out."
Dean's wariness suddenly lifted, if only slightly. "Uhm- I'll think about it," he promised, adding a smile for further measures. Castiel brightened.
"Alright. Well, just let me know by the end of this month," Castiel instructed.
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, man."
He was freaking out.
When Friday came, Castiel seemed distant. At first, Dean figured he was busy- that he was just tired from work. He did work all day, after all.
But it was more than that.
The day before, Castiel had been acting strange. He hid it behind smiles and conversations, but Dean could tell something was off.
Today he didn't even notice as Dean walked into the library- didn't even search for him or sit down and chat with him like he normally did when he'd pass close enough by to get away with it. So, when he found the time, Dean went out to grab coffee and a pastry from a nearby Starbucks, then brought it over to the library, sneaking into the backroom where Castiel was reading a book during his break.
The librarian seemed stressed- Dean could tell, he knew what it looked like.
Dean placed the food and drink in front of Castiel, giving a smile when the fortune teller looked up in a shocked manner.
"Dean," he spoke. "I didn't know-"
"You alright?" Dean asked, taking a seat, sitting reversed in his chair. Castiel's tired eyes rolled from Dean to the coffee and pastry- as if he had just collected their existence. "Those are for you, by the way," Dean clarified.
Castiel smiled warmly, sending Dean's stomach into an acrobatic show of flips. "Yes, I'm fine," he answered, reaching out to cradle the paper cup in his hands. "Thank you."
Dean shrugged, propping his elbows on the back of his chair. "You seem upset," he noted. Dean normally didn't delve into people's personal problems (unless it was Sammy's). This felt weird- new. He supposed everything to do with Castiel was fairly new to him, though.
Castiel sighed, looking away from Dean. "I'd rather not speak of it," he admitted. Dean was shocked. Castiel was normally so open.
Deciding not to push him, Dean gave an easy smile. "How about we talk about Saturday, then?" he suggested, earning a bright grin from Castiel.
"I'd like that," he admitted, straightening up, now.
Dean felt a kick in his gut, happy he could cheer up Castiel. "Cool. Well, I was thinking we could catch a movie? Over at the theater close to your apartment."
Castiel nodded, seeming happy about the idea. Dean felt excited with the fact that he could change Castiel's mood, even just for the moment. "That would be nice," Castiel replied.
So they planned out their night. After deciding that all the movies currently in the theater were equally shitty, they agreed to show up at a random time and pick whatever was playing soonest. As they talked they split Castiel's pastry, their conversation straying off to other topics, such as how their day went and what they were up to. Castiel did not bring up Dean's apartment situation, and he was grateful for that. It was nice just chatting with Castiel, and when the librarian had to leave Dean found himself thoroughly disappointed.
"I'll meet you at the movies, then. Ten?" Castiel asked, picking up his trash.
Dean nodded, smiling. "Ten."
Castiel returned the smile, joining Dean as they walked out the room. "Alright. I am actually leaving, now- I've got something to take care of," Castiel informed the blond. Dean was curious, but he refrained from asking questions.
"Okay. Take care, Cas," Dean spoke, giving him a pat on the arm.
"I'll see you later. Thanks for," Castiel trailed off. Dean smiled, giving a nod of understanding.
"No problem."
Dean would do anything to keep that smile on Castiel's face.
It took all of Dean's willpower not to text Castiel that Friday. He wanted desperately to know what the librarian was up to (it had to be related to why he seemed to upset, and why he had left early), but he figured if it was any of his business Castiel would've informed him.
Sometimes he wished he had the same freaky-psychic abilities as Castiel. And his way with words. It seemed like those traits could be so useful, at times.
He never really needed it, before. Castiel wasn't like him. He didn't hide things. He didn't stray away from questions. He was honest and straightforward. He was the only person Dean knew who didn't use bullshit to mask what he truly felt.
And the sense of security Castiel had displayed between them… it was strange. Dean didn't like it- not one bit.
Then he realized how attached he was getting, and decided to focus on something else to clear his mind.
So that's how Dean ended up calling his brother that Friday night, informing him of Castiel's offer.
Sam, of course, was more than enthusiastic.
"That's great, Dean! It actually works out perfectly! Is it close to the school?" he asked.
Dean worked his lower lip. "Closer than my apartment, actually," he replied.
Sam was astounded. "Then what are you waiting for? Say yes! This is exactly what we've been looking for!"
"Sam, it's not that easy," Dean replied.
"Well, what's so difficult about it?"
Dean blushed, trying to find a way to word what he was thinking. "Well… I mean, Cas and I- we've sorta got a thing going on. I feel like this is too much commitment too soon."
Dean could practically hear Sam's bitchface. "Are you serious? Dean- that's not what this is about. He's helping you out- and I'm sure it'll help him pay the rent, too." At Dean's silence, Sam continued. "I doubt this means anything else, you're looking in way too deep."
Dean tried to tame his heart as he paced. "I barely know him," he protested, weakly. He just felt like this whole thing was a bad idea.
"Better than rooming with some person you've never met," Sam countered, using Dean's previous argument against him. Dean was silent for a few moments. "Hey, I've gotta go," Sam suddenly spoke. "Just, look, give it a good thought, okay?"
Dean swallowed. "Yeah. Alright."
"Take care."
"You, too."
The phone clicked as Sammy hung up.
When Saturday night arrived, Dean had pushed away thoughts of apartments and commitment to the furthest depths of his mind. Instead, he focused on Castiel- on the smile that lit his face as Dean approached him outside the cinema. He focused on their subtle argument over which movie to watch, then over who got to pay (Castiel ended up shoving his credit card through the ticket slot when Dean had been fumbling through his wallet. Later, for revenge, Dean bought them popcorn and drinks as payback). And, he focused on the way Castiel's hand felt in his own- soft and warm- on how Castiel would unconsciously rub his thumb in circles on the outside of Dean's hand as he paid attention to the movie. He focused on how Castiel had rubbed that spot so much that Dean had to stop his involuntary movement with his own finger, running it down Castiel's own and adjusting their position so it'd be more comfortable, his skin sore in the spot Castiel's thumb had been. He noticed how during suspenseful moments Castiel's hand would seize- all movements stopping as he engrossed himself with the film, blue eyes transfixed on whatever grabbed his interest.
Dean was so transfixed on Castiel, he didn't even realize he had no idea what the movie was about. It seemed like a cheesy horror film or something.
After a while, Dean gave up trying to figure out the plot. He hadn't been paying attention for the first thirty minutes, so it was too late to start. He ended up just returning his focus onto Castiel, smiling slightly at the way he seemed so innocent- big blue eyes glued to the screen.
Sometime during the middle of the movie, Dean lifted their entwined hands to his lips, placing a kiss on Castiel's and successfully grabbing the librarian's attention. Castiel's blue eyes averted to Dean, now, and he gave a smile, leaning over to plant a kiss on Dean's lips. Dean leaned into it, looking to advance it before a few grumbled complaints sounded behind him. So he returned their hands to the armrest, shying away and focusing on the screen, although he looked straight through it.
Castiel, though, was not so easily deterred. His hand removed itself from Dean's, and instead found a place on Dean's knee, where it then began to rub soothingly. Dean swallowed, completely caught up with the simple gesture as his eyes averted to Castiel's hand, watching its every move. Castiel's fingers trailed to Dean's inner thigh, tracing along the seam of his jeans and then back up, finger pressing in with just enough pressure to make Dean blush horribly, his hand clenching onto the armrest. This pursued for what felt like an agonizingly long time before the librarian began massaging his fingers into Dean's thigh, straying agonizingly close to his crotch but never quite making it. It wasn't long before Dean was squirming in his seat, sporting a raging hard on. Castiel knew what he was doing, a smug smile lifting the corner of his lips when he caught Dean shifting about.
Castiel's hand finally placed itself onto Dean's crotch- cupping him before giving a slight squeeze, fingers falling deep between Dean's legs, brushing against his balls and sparking hundreds of nerves. Dean had to bite on the inside of his cheeks to keep from making a noise. He resisted the urge to cross his legs as Castiel adjusted him through his jeans, slowly moving his hand up and down along his shaft. Dean's body felt like it was on fire, and his heart was beating so loud he was sure the theater could hear it. He prayed nobody knew what they were up to.
Dean was biting hard on his lower lip, now, and he let out a grunt as Castiel's finger traced over the head of Dean's cock, pressing into it and bluntly tracing the slit through the fabric, smearing the precum that was no doubt gathering there. He continued to tease along the tip, giving the head a slight squeeze between his fingers. If Castiel kept this up, Dean would fucking come in his jeans right then and there.
"Cas," Dean whispered in warning, unable to still Castiel's hand despite himself. He was shaking, his legs squeezed together and fingers gripping onto the armrests as Castiel fondled his balls.
Suddenly, Castiel's hand removed itself, returning to Dean's thigh where he traced what Dean recognized as letters. He managed to clear his head enough to focus on what Castiel was writing. It ended up spelling out "bathroom?".
Nodding, Dean got up, movie and popcorn forgotten. He took Castiel's hand, leading him out the movie theater and to the nearest men's room, hoping nobody could detect the bulge in his jeans. The theater was deserted, the sounds of various movies echoing in the hall. He saw one janitor sweeping up the hall on their far side. They slipped undetected into the restroom.
Luckily for them, it was empty. It was the middle of the last premieres of the night, so Dean knew it was very likely they wouldn't be interrupted.
Castiel dragged Dean into the closest (clean) stall, practically hauling him in as he kissed him, taking his face in his hands as Dean fumbled blindly with the lock, sliding it into place. Dean pushed into Castiel's lips, allowing him to taste how raw it now was from when he had bit hard onto it to stifle his moans. He wanted Castiel to know how crazy he made him. He wanted Castiel now.
Castiel licked at Dean's lip, soothing it of its swollen state and kissing him sweetly- greedily. His hands settled on Dean's hips, fingers hooking through the belt loops of Dean's jeans.
With a muffled groan, Dean pushed into Castiel, his erection throbbing with need as it made contact with Castiel's hip. He was surprised to find Castiel's own erection against him, slightly flattered that just groping Dean in a movie theater was enough to get Castiel hard.
"You're fucking crazy," Dean spoke into Castiel's mouth before he continued kissing him. "We could've gotten caught."
Castiel laughed into Dean's mouth. His voice was thick with lust when he spoke. "Couldn't help myself," he admitted. "Been thinking about this all week. I've been thinking about you," he revealed with a moan when Dean's hands grasped onto Castiel's ass, pulling him closer so their hips bumped, massaging his fingers into him.
"Cas," Dean groaned when Castiel hissed with pleasure. He wanted him. He wanted him so bad.
Separating their messy kisses, Castiel gazed into Dean's eyes as his hand fumbled down, fingers latching onto Dean's belt. "I want to suck your cock," he breathed out, hot breaths settling onto Dean's chin. His face was flushed- pupils blown and lips reddened.
Dean felt incredibly dizzy, and all he could manage to do was nod, trying to keep a calm demeanor although his hard on got impossibly harder. And, just like that, Castiel gave Dean one more kiss before dropping onto his knees.
Dean had to brace himself, hands splayed on either side of the stall in order to keep steady. Castiel's fingers worked at his belt, unbuckling it and placing kisses on the sliver of skin that exposed itself between the waist of Dean's jeans and the hem of his shirt, making Dean's stomach flip nervously. The next thing he knew, Castiel had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoving them (along with his boxers) down to his ankles. Wasting no time, Castiel grasped Dean's shaft before taking him in.
It was blissful. The warm, wet heat that engulfed him seemed almost too perfect after the incredible tease he had been through, and Dean had to bite on his cheeks as he tried not to focus too hard on the silky texture of Castiel's tongue on the underside of his cock, pushing into Dean and driving him mad.
"Fuck, Cas-" Dean choked out as Castiel swirled his tongue along the head of Dean's cock, tongue digging hard into his slit, earning a buck of Dean's hips. Castiel let Dean's cock sink further into his mouth with the movement, sucking and then swirling his tongue along the length before pulling off slowly, teeth scraping lightly when his lips reached just underneath the tip. Castiel's hands were gripped onto Dean's thighs, and then reached up to grab his ass, exploring and running his fingers along the skin there, dipping in teasingly, making Dean let out a shocked noise.
Castiel looked up at Dean, bright blue eyes connecting with Dean's as he worked him member, bringing him in deeper-
"God," Dean gasped out. "Fuck's sake- fucking," he cursed.
Dean's hands dropped from the stalls, flailing for a moment before running through Castiel's hair, driving a content sound from the man. He ran his fingers through Castiel's dark locks in a soothing way, whispering compliments as he tried so hard not to come too soon. Dean swallowed, his erection throbbing as Castiel took him in deep and fast before returning to the head, sucking and swirling his tongue around it as his hand pumped Dean fast, lubed with spit and precome.
He could feel the buzzing within him build up in the pit of his belly, collecting at his groin. "Cas- I don't think I'm," Dean broke off with a gasp when Castiel hummed along his cock, his deep voice echoing through his cock. Dean felt a pull in his gut. "Cas- Cas, pull away. I'm-"
Castiel didn't pull away, though, and Dean came with a cry muffled into his hand as Castiel swallowed every bit he could, licking Dean's member clean of drops that escaped, letting out a groan, himself.
"Fuck," Dean gasped out once he collected himself. He was panting, and all he wanted to do was kiss Castiel and give him the blowjob of a lifetime. Castiel stood up with a lazy grin, and Dean pulled him into a kiss. "Your turn," he breathed out, tasting himself on Castiel's tongue. When he pulled away, he found a sheepish look on Castiel's face.
"I- uhm, took care of myself," he spoke, and Dean glanced down to see Castiel's own come coating his hand, his jeans messily zipped but still unbuttoned.
Dean let out a shocked laugh. "Damn," he exclaimed, impressed but slightly disappointed. He gave Castiel another kiss before parting their lips, placing a soft kiss on Castiel's jaw. "Raincheck, then?" he asked before returning to kiss his lips.
Castiel smiled into their kisses. "Raincheck," he agreed.
They shuffled out of the small stall, making their way to the sinks to wash and compose themselves. After cleaning themselves up, Dean checked his watch.
"We've still got a half hour left of that movie," he noted. Castiel pouted slightly.
"Shame. I actually quite enjoyed it," he spoke, earning a laugh from Dean.
"You wanna finish it?" he asked.
Shaking his head, Castiel adjusted his green top. "I've gotten a sudden craving for frozen yogurt," he murmured, almost to himself.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "It's eighteen degrees outside."
"That does not affect the yogurt."
Chuckling, Dean shook his head. "Alright. A frozen yogurt parlor it is."
Castiel smiled happily, and Dean suddenly spoke up. "I'm paying," he interjected when Castiel had opened his mouth to speak. Castiel's smile twisted into a frown and glare, and Dean laughed, taking his hand and leading him to the Impala.
After scavenging for an open frozen yogurt parlor, they eventually found one, and proceeded to eat ice cream at twelve in the morning, on one of the most god forsaken coldest nights of Dean's life.
He had never had a better night.
Wooo I love writing the chemistry between these two ;D It's a good break from the angst/inexperience in my other fic. I feel like I'm starting to get the hang of smut.
So I hope you all liked this chapter! As hard as I tried to make it long, I sadly couldn't get it as long as I liked :( I'm sorry. But I hope you all enjoy it, either way!
Some conflicts are gonna arise for Dean, and that shall be addressed in chapters to come :) I'll try and get the next chapter out, soon!
Have a lovely rest of the week, and weekend!
Goodbye, lovelies!~
