A/Ns: I'm late again! I'm so sorry! Some smut in this chapter because I felt bad for the delay on the last one and this one. Thanks again for the reviews, follows, and favs!
ShadowsInTheCorner: Don't worry. I have Balthazar and a bunch of the others already planned to be included. Balthazar was meant to come in later, but here you go!
No update next week because of GISHWHES.
Warnings: Becky because I feel she needs a warning (at least in this chapter). Cheesy, completely unrealistic, OOC sex but only for this chapter. Slight BDSM?, unbeta'd because I'm slow again (will try and fix later)
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Becky immediately started working on her new project the moment she got back to her apartment. The words just seem to write themselves as she types away on her computer. A few messages pop up on her instant messenger, but she chooses to ignore them until she gets every thought down before she loses them.
While it's not the first fan fiction she's written by a long shot, it is her first RPF. The idea never really seemed to intrigue her in the past, as she was more content to focus on her beloved fictional characters from the vastly underappreciated Carver Edlund series, but there's no way she could let this one by. Looking back on the events from earlier that night, Becky can see all of the signs. As much as everyone seems to think otherwise, Becky likes to think she's actually very smart and perceptive when she needs to be. While Jo and Charlie were only teasing Dean and Castiel, Becky figured it out the moment Dean looked away from her to the doctor.
She wishes she knew more about the two. How they met, if they've known each other a long time or if it was an instant connection, if they're screwing.
…If they play doctor in the bedroom.
The doctor removes the disposable gloves he was wearing and throws them into the trashcan before going to the sink to wash his hands. Without looking back, he pauses and in a low and almost demanding tone he calls out to the nurse. "Dean. A word please."
Dean's hands still on the intravenous therapy bag, and the nurse takes a deep breath to steady himself. He knows what that tone means, and it shouldn't excite him as much as it does. Dean sends a smile and a wink to the patient who looks concerned for the nurse. He pats the bed near her foot before turning away to leave. "You know the drill. If you need anything, just give me or one of the other nurses a call."
Doctor Novak finishes washing his hands and sends Dean one more stern look before exiting the room. Castiel stands at the desk and watches as the nurse clocks out for the day and tries to hide his excitement at finally having the nurse all to himself.
He turns and spins on his heels heading in the direction of his office knowing that Dean is obediently following behind. A small and devilish smile crosses his face when he hears the nurse stumble and make excuses to going out with their co-workers as they pass. Castiel steps to the side of the office door after he opens it and waits for Dean to go in first.
Once Dean is in his office and, to Castiel's great satisfaction looking completely vulnerable, he quickly walks into the office and locks the door behind him. Castiel's smile widens when he hears the loud, audible gulp from the man standing behind him. When turning to face the nurse, he notices the small tremble in Dean's legs, the attempt at heavy, steady breaths, but most importantly the sheer want in his eyes. Those are the very eyes that draw Castiel in so much. It's such a beautiful emerald that compliments his pink, plush lips and the light dusting of freckles on his cheeks.
Everything about the man is intoxicating and Castiel loves having control over him. Dean is his, and the nurse knows it, but that doesn't mean the doctor has to tell the nurse that the doctor belongs to Dean just as much. Speaking of which, Castiel remembers the reason of why he brought Dean to his office, "Dean." His deep voice carries across the office and Castiel relishes the small jump and light gasp that comes from the man. "Were you flirting with the patients again?"
Dean now has to use one of his hands on the desk to steady himself as if fearing his legs will give out from under him at any second, "No."
Castiel takes a step forward, his face dark. "Dean. You know I don't like it when you lie to me."
A whimper escapes Dean's lips and both men know this how it usually is, how they want it, need it. "I'm sorry-"
The doctor is in Dean's personal space in a flash and he grabs Dean roughly by his hair. Leaning in close to whisper in Dean's ear, Castiel asks, "You're sorry, what?"
Heat is pooling in Dean's stomach at the rough treatment and he's not sure how to respond until Castiel pulls his hair again, "Doctor! I'm sorry, doctor!"
Lips press against the nurse's neck and he can feel the doctor smiling against him. Dean feels more than hears, "That's better." Castiel pulls away to look at Dean's face again, "Now, how am I going to punish you? We can't have that happening again now, can we?"
Dean moans at the words and he's already half hard from Castiel's rough man handling. He presses his hips against Castiel's and moans again when he realizes the doctor is just as turned on as he is. His moans turn into whines when Castiel grabs his hips tightly and holds him still.
"Did I say you could move?" As much as Castiel loves where this is going, he needs to assert his authority again. He's the one in control, not Dean. "On your knees."
The nurse hastily obeys and thankfully drops to the floor. He's glad because he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to hold himself up, and is practically glowing with excitement at what Castiel is going to have him do next. Dean stares up at Castiel waiting for his next order. Their eyes gaze into each other's and for a brief moment it's just them and nothing else matters.
Castiel breaks free from his trance when his eyes catch Dean unknowingly licking his lips. As much as he loves staring at Dean's lips and counting the freckles on his cheeks, he much prefers those lips wrapped around his cock and those cheeks hollowed out and sucking like his life depended on it. He moans at the thought but decides he much prefers the real thing instead of just daydreaming about it.
Dean's cock twitches when he hears Castiel's low moan and it takes everything in his power to keep from reaching out. His eyes darken, completely lust blown, when Castiel starts unfastening his belt in front of Dean and he licks his lips again. He shivers when he sees the doctor pull himself from out of his pants and boxer briefs. The nurse leans forward to assist, but Castiel swats his hands away with his free hand and suddenly Dean feels panic well up in his chest.
"You're being punished. Remember?" Castiel slowly starts to stroke himself in front of Dean and that's when Dean becomes aware that he's going to be able to see but not touch. Castiel is so close and Dean could just reach out… "If you behave, I might reward you."
His hands clench tightly at his sides and press down against the rough carpet, but he does as he's told. Dean desperately wants to be rewarded.
While Dean was busy wrapping up with the patient, Castiel took extra time to put lotion on his hands. It's still rough and he wishes he used more, but he thought it would be too suspicious if something came up unexpectantly. In any case, it's enough for now, and Castiel doesn't plan on touching Dean too long because the longer he waits, the worse it gets for him as well.
Slick sounds and an occasional soft moan fill the office and Dean wants so bad. All he can do is watch and he knows it won't be long before he loses it, so in a last ditch effort he looks up at Castiel pleadingly. It seems to work and, although Castiel doesn't stop, he lets out a quiet, "Top right-hand drawer."
Dean gets up and almost flies to the other side of the desk. In the drawer he finds a small bottle of lube and a couple of condoms. He grabs them and quickly returns to the other side of the desk.
As much as Castiel wants to fuck Dean's mouth, he knows neither of them are going to last and he wants to reward Dean for his good behavior. He takes the items from Dean's hand and sets them on the desk behind them. The nurse looks confused, but before he can comment on it, Castiel spins the nurse around and bends him over the desk. "Is this what you want, Dean?"
Dean gasps and another moan slips from his lips, "Yes. Fuck, yes. Cas, please!"
Castiel roughly yanks Dean's scrub pants and boxers down slaps Dean on his ass. "What was that?"
Dean yelps at the contact and the feeling of being naked from the waist down. He quickly corrects his previous error, "Please, doctor!"
Using one hand to rub the tender area he had just inflicted, Castiel uses his other to reach over and grab the small bottle of lube. He knows Dean can't see anything, or at least anything he wants to see, when he looks over his shoulders and focuses on warming the slick substance on his fingers. Castiel doesn't give Dean any warning when he presses the first finger against his entrance and causes Dean to jolt. The hand that was rubbing small circles on Dean's ass is now grabbing Dean's waist to hold him still. Slowly, he pushes the first finger in and can't help but watch in awe as Dean eagerly takes him in. He makes small circles with his other fingers and he works his finger inside of Dean.
He's still trying to push back, to take more, but Castiel won't let him and Dean really is going to lose it at this rate, "Please."
As rough as they have been, Castiel has never wanted to hurt Dean, but Dean knows his limits and if Dean needs more, Castiel is more than willing to oblige. A second digit is pushed in and the nurse gasps at the feeling. Castiel isn't sure if it's because Dean's already used to it or just really needs it, but it doesn't take much time before Castiel has four fingers working him open.
Castiel's hand goes over to reach for the condom when Dean says he's ready, but Dean stops him. Worry washes over the doctor and he's unsure of what's wrong, but it all washes away when Dean's fingers interlace with Castiel and he looks over his shoulder again. "I want to feel you, Cas. I don't want to feel anything between us."
The doctor groans, but can't say anything. With his free hand, he guides himself to Dean's entrance and takes a deep breath before he pushes in. Dean's hand grips Castiel's tighter and the doctor pauses to allow Dean time to adjust, but is caught off guard when Dean pushes his hips back hard and takes Castiel's length completely. The feeling is so overwhelming and Dean's loud moans aren't helping that Castiel almost comes right then. He has to bite down on his bottom lip and focus.
Sweat is beginning to form on their brows and down their back and the room is starting to get muggy, but neither of the two men pays any mind except in the feeling of each other.
Once Castiel is certain he can finally move without losing it, he gently starts rocking his hips against Dean's. Dean is panting now as a few beads of sweat drip onto the desk surface, and he tries to get Castiel to move more. Based on Dean's behavior, Castiel now knows that Dean wants it rough right now. He wants to be punished.
Castiel could never deny Dean.
The doctor almost pulls out completely before slamming back in hard and Dean throws his head back with a loud cry. Castiel repeats the motion several times until he has Dean practically sobbing and desperately trying to meet him in each thrust. The movements become shorter and faster and the loud moans are now grunts from Castiel and small cries and whimpers from Dean.
Castiel is on the edge and he can tell Dean isn't that far behind, so he reaches around and grabs Dean's cock in his hand and tries to stroke in time with his thrusts. The nurse bucks his hips into Castiel's hand and back into Castiel's hips, and he's louder than before. There's no possible way that any passerby can't hear Dean and Castiel knows that they will know who Dean belongs to.
Their thrusts are getting more erratic and Castiel is slamming in hard at a brutal pace and Dean can't do anything other than take it. Castiel leans over Dean's shoulder and meets Dean in a heated kiss when he feels Dean tighten around his cock and spilling into his hand. Castiel has to break for air and when he does, his own climax washes over him and cries out Dean's name.
Becky fans herself and takes a deep breath, "Calm down, Becky. Breathe."
Her phone makes a small sound letting her know she got a text message, and that's when she notices several messages on her phone as well as her computer. She didn't realize she got so lost in her thoughts again. Her fingers didn't get the memo either and have taken a mind of their own. She leans forward and stares wide eyed at her computer screen unblinking as she reads what somehow managed to write itself.
The phone chirps again and Becky rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed that people are trying to distract her from her project. Thumbing over the phone she pulls up the messages to see that both Charlie and Jo have sent several texts. Most of the texts are in capital letters with varying levels of "omg"s and random jumbled letters indicating that both of them are incapable of forming any thoughts without smashing keys. Only a few things would get both of them this excited, and all of the options have Becky scrambling through the texts. She comes across the first text from Jo that simply reads, "GET UR BUTT ONLINE," and after she saves her story she does as she's told.
Becky notices the usual chat on Skype is going non-stop and that's when she knows there must have been new update on the Carver Edlund series. Becky starts typing away and lets the girls and the rest of the group know that she's there and takes a moment to scroll through the previous messages so the other don't have to repeat themselves. She wants to start from the beginning, but has to stop when one word catches her eye.
Angels.
She stares at the single word as if it was the answer to every question and, to Becky, it was. There had been several arguments on how the series could possibly continue after the older brother would be saved from the fiery pits of hell. Jo said it was a good enough place for the story to end because there was no other way to bring him back, but Charlie and Becky thought otherwise. No one expected this, however.
Ignoring the rest of the conversation she scrolls back to the bottom to see if she can find out more, but instead she sees Becky and Charlie desperately trying to get her attention.
Most of the other people in the chat are quiet as if they are waiting for Becky's response or simply waiting for her two friends to calm down long enough to get a word in. She excitedly types away repeating the one word that caught her full attention.
More key smashing from her friends follow and Charlie is the first to form a somewhat distinguishable sentence, "did u c? did u C?"
Becky shakes her head confused uncaring that no one can actually see her since their video chat isn't up and replies with a simple, "See what?"
Both Jo and Charlie are typing and Becky feels light headed unsure if she's ready for what they are about to tell her. Charlie and Jo finish almost simultaneously and Becky can't believe what she's seeing on the screen in front of her. She rereads it over and over, yet the words still don't quite feel real.
The older brother was saved by an angel, and the angel's name was…
Castiel shows up at the hospital a little later than usual. He couldn't seem to sleep well and had a rough morning in traffic. When he arrives, he finds out that the heart hospital is faring better now that they have adequate staff. A small part of him is upset he won't be spending the day with his new friend Dean, but there's work that needs to be done and he's thankful that his coworkers don't have to work shorthanded today.
When he rounds the corner, he almost drops his coffee. The three girls from last night are huddled near the main desk and immediately stop once they become aware of his presence. He almost shivers when Jo, Charlie, and Becky smile at him with large, toothy grins. Castiel is starting to understand what Dean meant about these girls being dangerous.
All three speak in unison and this time Castiel does shiver, "Hello, Castiel."
His eyes are wide and he knows he must look a lot like a deer staring at an oncoming car, but even so it does nothing to deter the three women. Castiel frantically looks around, hoping for someone that can come to his aid and smiles in relief when he catches a familiar burn nurse heading towards the desk, "Dean."
It's loud enough to catch Dean's ear and the nurse smiles and nods at the doctor, "Hey, Cas."
The girls turn to face Dean, their expressions unchanged, and Dean freezes dead in his tracks much like Castiel had. "Whoa!"
Dean stares at them and slowly raises his hand with one finger pointing to the ceiling. "Sorry man," he doesn't dare take his eyes off the girls in fear they might attack him the moment he does, "I don't know what you said or did, but you're on your own."
Castiel's face falls and looks betrayed as Dean slowly starts backing away. It seems to work because Dean grumbles to himself and Castiel can tell that Dean's struggling with his fight or flight instinct. The nurse appears to have figured something out and grabs a passing doctor, one he was speaking with not more than five minutes ago, and pulls him over and into the danger zone.
Dean grabs Castiel's hand and pulls the doctor away from the threats, and starts walking off. "I gotta borrow Cas for a minute, why don't you guys get acquainted?"
Looking over his shoulder as he goes, he notices all three girls throwing him dark looks. He gulps because he knows he's in for it later and only hopes the other doctor can distract them enough to soften them up a bit.
"Ladies! What a pleasure it is to meet you." Dean closes his eyes and frowns because he now knows this was a terrible plan. The new doctor's thick English accent fills the halls regardless of the other chatter and sounds around them.
Jo crosses her arms and doesn't seem impressed, "We work on the same floor. I know who you are Doctor-"
He interrupts before the blond can finish, "Please, call me Balthazar."
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A/Ns: I'm not personally into RPF, but I have no qualms with anyone that does. Just not my thing. Becky on the other hand…
I have a feeling I got a little carried away with the girls there, but I was having too much fun. There was such a wonderful response over the girls that I couldn't help myself. Not going to lie, this chapter was pretty much filler, but it'll be pretty plot heavy after this.
I've only written smut once before this on my own (as a birthday fic), so I hope it was alright. Also, I highly doubt Dean and Cas' sex life (whenever I can actually get to that part) is going to be like what Becky is daydreaming. But that's what bonus Becky chapters are for. FIC-CEPTION!
