AN: The promised smut has come! Thanks for reading, peeps. I think there's a lot more in store for these two and this story. Please leave your thoughts in the comments below!
When Dean opened his eyes again, Cas wasn't beside him. He was sure he had heard voices and that was what had roused him from his stupor. He shot out of bed, a wave of dizziness crashing over him from the sudden movement. He searched the room wildly before spotting Castiel sitting quietly at the table, looking alarmed.
"Dean, what is it?" He asked very seriously.
"Nothing. I just... thought you weren't here." He flushed, feeling slightly embarrassed at his sudden fit. "Was that Sam you were talking to?" He asked, just as the toilet flushed and Sam stepped into the room.
Dean didn't look away from Castiel, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of his loves face, the loose tie around his neck, the buttons undone on his white shirt and that stupid trench coat he always wore. Castiel stared back intensely, both of them seemingly forgetting Sam was in the room for a moment. Sam cleared his throat awkwardly and Dean glared up at his brother.
Sam looked between his brother and the angel, Dean looked livid and Castiel mildly confused. Sam had seen that look plenty of times, he knew what it meant. "I think I'm gonna..." Sam started.
At that same moment Dean said, "You should probably..."
"Go..." They finished together. Castiel tilted his head in that adorably confused way he did, looking back and forth between the two brothers.
Dean picked the keys to his baby and tossed them to his younger brother, without looking away from Castiel. "Not a scratch, Sam!" He bellowed as his brother slammed the door. Sam shook his head; somethings never changed.
Castiel's gaze didn't leave Dean's, blue eyes meeting green, searching. Dean was nearly overwhelmed by the feelings that erupted inside him, as a rush of relief swelled inside him. He waited until he heard the roar of the Impala's engine before he closed the distance between him and his angel. He took Castiel's hand, pulling him to himself and wrapping an arm around his waist as his other hand tangled in Cas's hair. This time, Castiel didn't hesitate to kiss him back, he threw himself into the kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other as their lips crashed together in fevered passion. Cas broke the kiss, sudden realization crossing his features. "Oh this is why Sam left!" He said.
Dean burst into laughter his head falling onto the angel's shoulders as he pressed his arms under the angel's overcoat, his hands traveling up to push the material over his shoulders. His hands splayed flat on Cas's chest, fingers curling into the white material of his shirt. Castiel met his gaze and stared intently into his eyes; into his soul. "Tell me if you want me to stop." Dean told him, voice low and lusty as he pressed little kisses along Castiel's jawline, down to his collar bone.
This time it was Cas's turn to laugh, he curled his fingers into Dean's hair and pulled his head away so they were looking into each other's eyes. "Don't stop." Cas said in a mock menacing growl. Dean gave a wicked grin, capturing his lips in a kiss.
Castiel's heart hammered in his chest and he tilted his head, his eyes closing as his fingers curling into the fabric of Dean's shirt. Dean's hands busied themselves with the buttons on Castiel's shirt, pulling the tie free with a woosh of fabric. Dean felt his erection straining painfully in his pants, and he hauled Cas closer, so it was pressed against him. Castiel gasped, throwing his head back as Dean bit down hard on his neck. Cas groaned and the two of them stumbled backwards towards the bed. Castiel pulled Dean's shirt over his head, pressing kisses down the pale flesh of his chest.
Dean pushed Castiel's shirt over his muscled shoulders, exposing his chest. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and Cas was overwhelmed with new sensation. He had done this once before, with a woman which he had supposed would be different than this. And it was, April had moaned a breathy sound, where Dean's moans were low and guttural; a sound that made Castiel's pants seem constrictive and confining. He ground himself against Dean, who groaned again, eliciting a throaty growl from Cas. He supposed he should be nervous, but all that was coursing through him was hot, burning need. He didn't think, he let his body lead him, his hands traveled down, fiddling with Dean's belt.
Dean grinned, pulling one of Cas's earlobes into his mouth and nibbling it gently, enjoying the sounds that escaped his angel when he touched, kissed, pawed and teased him. Dean had always known he wanted Castiel on a level that was more than platonic, he just didn't know how goddamned hot it was going to be when he finally gave into his desires. He felt Castiel grind into him and a rasping breath escaped his lips as spark of electric desire ran through him. He felt his pants being pushed down around his knees and his cock sprang forward at full salute. Suddenly Cas's hands were on him and he gasped, biting his lip as arousal clouded his vision Dean's eyes rolled back as his hands slowly over his stiff cock. Cas watched in brazen fascination as Dean's body responded to his touch.
Dean groaned, the feel of Cas's hands on him was nearly too much to handle. He pushed Cas onto the bed, and Cas looked up at him with such an innocent lustful gaze that Dean nearly came right then. He wanted to take his time, though. Kinda felt like losing his virginity all over again.
Dean kicked out of his shoes and shoved his pants down around his ankles before stepping out of them. Sudden nervousness spread through him; and he realized how violently he had wanted this, and now that he had it, how scared he was. Castiel seemed to sense the shift, and he took Dean's hands in his own, pulling him down on top of himself. Dean grinned as their lips met, nervousness gone when he remembered who this was... this was Cas; his Cas, his love, his angel... his everything. His hands roamed hungrily, unfastening Castiel's belt and pressing his hand downward. He gripped Cas's cock in his hand, glorying in the throaty cry that followed. Cas ground his hips upward, desperate for Dean's touch.
Castiel kicked away his pants and shoes as Dean began stroking his cock slowly, lowering his mouth to taste. Cas whimpered as Dean took him fully into his mouth, Castiel's hips rocking upward desperately as he sought release. Dean was surprised by how much he liked it, of course he had been on the receiving end on more than one occasion and he had always liked it then. He never understood when a woman was eager to take a dick to the throat, but as he felt Cas writhe beneath him, he felt he finally understood it. He bobbed his head up and down, savoring the feel of Castiel's hard cock in his mouth, loving the taste of him and the way his body squirmed.
Dean could tell that Cas wasn't going to last long, and a strange sense of pride and satisfaction filled him. He wanted Cas to cum in his mouth, wanted to taste him.
"Dean..." Cas ground out, his hips bucking wildly off the bed as Dean's hand came up, grasping him firmly. Castiel could handle it no longer, his cries filled the room as his cum filled Dean's waiting mouth. Dean slowed, relishing in the tangy, salty flavor of Castiel's load.
Castiel was panting hard, his body convulsing in spasms. He felt Dean press his legs back and he whimpered, wanting nothing more than Dean, Dean, Dean. For all his lifetime, he had never wanted anything so much.
Dean stood, grabbing Castiel by the hips and dragging him down to the edge of the bed. He'd done this with women before, and he knew that anal required a little... prep work... for lack of a better term. He knelt before his angel, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands. Castiel looked down in confusion, about to ask what Dean was doing, when Dean's tongue darted out and Cas's head fell back on the bed while his hips arched off the bed. "Holy hell," he moaned as Dean pressed his tongue further into his puckered hole, flicking it gently and then more insistently. His cock had grown painfully hard again and he couldn't seem to keep his hips from jerking upward.
Dean's cock was aching with need, his growing desperation to be inside Cas almost overwhelming him, but he was absolutely determined to make this last. He wanted this to last forever. Dean lapped at his lover, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh of his ass as he teased him with his tongue. When he thought Castiel could hardly handle it anymore, he trailed one hand down, dipping one fingertip into the angels tight asshole. Cas bit his lip, trying to keep himself from crying out. Dean used his tongue and his fingers in tandem, as soon as Cas had adjusted to one finger he added another, and another, until all Cas could do was moan incoherently on the bed, his head thrashing back and forth.
Dean looked up, watching the arousal, pleasure and occasionally pain cross over his loves features.
Cas's eyes fluttered open and he stared daggers down at Dean. "Dean, please..." His voice was husky with desire.
A smirk flitted across Dean's features. Something about seeing his angel, his strong, capable, beautiful angel splayed out on a bed begging for his dick made Dean overwhelmingly aroused. He stood, stalking over to his duffel, he dug around before coming up with a bottle of KY. He made his way back to the bed, slowly stroking his throbbing cock with the jelly. Cas watched his every move, anticipation making him tingle in all the right places.
Dean poised himself at Cas's waiting entrance, green eyes meeting blue in a clash of utter passion. With one hand he pressed the tip of his cock into Castiel's tight asshole, the other coming up to take Castiel firmly in his grasp. Cas's body went rigid for a half a heartbeat, his eyes closing at the new sensation. Dean rocked his hips slowly, pressing himself into Cas one agonizing inch at a time.
Castiel's legs came up to wrap around Dean's waist, raising his ups up as he pulled Dean completely inside him. They both exhaled a breath they didn't know they'd been holding, Dean's coming out like a growl in Castiel's ear. He had never felt so full, so turned on, so ready to explode in his entire existence.
"Oh fuck," gasped Dean, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his angel, waiting for himself to get used to the sensations. He couldn't recall a time that he had felt something so tight, wet, and warm. His orgasm threatened to come far too early, so he stilled his movements while he steadied himself, taking a few shaky breaths in.
Castiel was in no mood for waiting; he tangled his fingers in Dean's hair, assaulting his mouth with his kiss, his tongue darting out making Dean moan. He gave in, drawing his hips back and thrusting back in, feeling Cas's body relax and tense with each grinding thrust. Cas kissed him with no abandon, his hips rocking in tandem with Dean's taking as much of him in as he could, using his legs to draw Dean even further into him. He felt brazen, wanton in his desperate desire. Nothing had ever felt so good.
Dean was building quickly, he movements becoming more frantic, his hand tugging and pulling at Castiel's rock hard cock as he pummeled into him again and again. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean, breaking the kiss as a cry erupted from him, and his second orgasm began to crash over him. Dean watched his lovers face break in ecstasy, and it was only a heartbeat later that he followed in suit. His orgasm washed over him like an explosion, making his vision blur and his body convulse in a way he had never felt. Electricity shot through him, aftershocks coursing through him, causing his cock to pulse almost painfully inside Castiel as he filled him with cum.
Dean pressed his forehead to his love's staring into his eyes without reservation.
In his heart, Dean knew that this was only the beginning. The thought mildly terrified him, he had never exactly been the relationship guy. But this was Cas...
And Cas was different.
