A/N: ALRIGHT LET ME TELL YOU A THING. THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER I WAS EMBARRASSED TO WRITE, AND IT'S MY FIRST EVER SMUT. SO, PLEASE NO HATE ;-; Instead, critic me maybe? I don't know, I'm embarrassed, I've never done something like this before xD I've thought about writing, but eh. Whatever. Anyway, take note of this: It's Dean x Cas. So all your waiting has paid off, as you are not able to read smuttttttt. But, I have to put out a warning - This is more lust based, as opposed to love making. Anyway, this is just a sort of filler chapter, and I wanted to give you guys something nice since this hasn't been updated in a while. So here you go. Anyway, hope you enjoy. A few warnings: Hardcore sex (if you can consider it that, idk I really don't know xD), and foul language. They curse a lot. So, yeah. Some crude terminology is used. Other than that, there isn't really anything else. Hope you guys enjoy. I'll mark the smutty parts if any of you don't want to read it. If that's the case, enjoy the other parts of the Chapter. Warning though, since just about all of it is smut.
I do not own Supernatural. I do, however, own the OC in it, who is modeled after my friend, with his consent. Any characters resembling the living or dead, is purely coincidental, unless stated otherwise. Enjoy!
Chapter Nine – A Raunchy Night
"Castiel, your son's had an energetic day at school." Dean said, as he held up his paper. He had sensed the presence of his lover when he appeared. Dean's voice had a slight tint of irritation to it. "Where have you been all day?" He asked. Castiel glanced back over at Dean.
"I was taking care of a few things in the garrison." He said, before drawing out a chair and sitting down, before addressing the original prompt. "That's good, I was worried I had screwed something up."
"Screwed something up?"
"I may or may not have told the teacher I was an Angel of the Lord."
Dean looked at him, over the newspaper, head tilted down. "…You're kidding right?" He asked.
"No, Dean. I don't understand why you'd assume I'd be kidding…"
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, before closing the newspaper, and setting it down on the desk. He took his feet of the chair they were originally sprawled on, and stood up, carting a hand through his hand. "Dammit Cas. You can't just go around doing stuff like that, man!" He said, turning around and looking at him. "We're trying to go undercover, remember? Does that make any sense to you? Do you even know what undercover means?" Dean said eyes narrowed at the angel.
Castiel sighed and heaved himself up as well. "Of course I do, Dean. Similar words include anonymous, obscured, and discretely."
Dean looked at him, mouth agape slightly, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes squinted at him. He let out a sigh, and raised his eyebrows along with it, shaking his head. "Okay, so you do know what it means. Any reason you can't follow it?"
"The teacher said they did not accept talk of God."
"…That's it?" Dean asked, going back to the furrowed expression. "Really? You blew a fuse over that?"
"I did not, 'blow a fuse', as you say. I simply told her that God is real."
"Cas, you can't be doing that. Not there, at least."
"I don't understand what I did wrong, Dean."
"Cas, you have to learn not to do those things. It's just… Well, other kids there may get offended."
"Offended?"
"Yeah, y'know. They get protective over their beliefs. You follow? That's why they don't want you talking about it."
"I'm confused, I've met a few other-"
"Yeah, well, that doesn't apply now. Just… Follow the rules, okay?"
"…Fine. Don't expect me to change my views."
Dean rolled his eyes. Now Castiel was acting like one of those religious extremists. He shook his head slightly. "Yeah, whatever, don't worry about it. Anyway, I have to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"Can you take Anthony to school for the next two weeks?"
"Two weeks?"
"Yea."
"Why?"
"Sam and I are going out for a hunt. We don't want to bring Anthony, since he'll miss some days of school."
Castiel paused, before nodding. "I can do that."
"You sure?"
"Of course, Dean."
"Okay, whatever you say big man."
"…Big man? Dean, if you're making a reference to size, I'm fairly certain you're larger. Especially in bed, you're-"
"It's a figure of speech." Dean cut him off quickly, feeling his face become flustered slightly.
"…Is someone here?" He asked.
Dean looked at him. "What? No."
"Then why do you not want me to speak of it?"
"You don't just… Speak about those things." Dean said, crossing his arms.
Castiel paused, frowning slightly. "I'm still confused on the mating ritual."
"Okay, don't call it a mating ritual, or whatever crap like that, got it?"
"Is that not what it's called?"
"N… Well, I mean, maybe it is, I don't know, but we don't call it that."
"What do you call it?"
"Cas, we've been together for like… Three years, and you don't know what it's called?"
"I was not informed it had a specific name."
"Do you know what sex is?"
"Obviously."
"Okay, well that's what it's called."
"So what is fucking?"
"…What?"
"I've heard people speaking and calling it that."
"…What the hell Cas!"
"Is that not something proper to call it?"
"No, well… Yes, but… It's not really… I mean, it is, but… Technically…" The angel looked at Dean, slightly surprised to see the Winchester's expression. He seemed more flustered, and unwilling to answer. It reminded him of when Anthony asked him what Cas and him were doing, when the boy almost walked in on them having sex. Sam was the reason he wasn't revealed to those things. Castiel could see the nervousness Dean was having, as he repeated the same phrases over and over, trying to piece something together. The angel remembered how relaxed Dean would seem in their acts, so he decided to try and calm him. Walking over, the man gripped Dean's arms, and tilted his head slightly, letting their lips collide, as he worked them against the older Winchester. He could feel said man's surprise, as he felt no response at first, before Dean tilted his head in the opposite way, placing his hands on Cas' hips, and kissing Castiel back. Dean dragged his tongue gently against Cas' lips, which - going on his vessels instincts - opened his mouth with a soft groan. Dean pushed his tongue in, the two clashing their wet muscle against each other, in a contest of sorts to see who would win. Dean grabbed Cas' body, and pushed him further into the motel room, past the divider, and sharply turned him to the right, throwing him on the bed, leaving their war of tongues to be undecided in terms of a victor. Castiel knew where this was going, as he found himself panting, a growth in his pants, which was uncomfortable due to his jeans which was a sort of restraint. Letting out a soft sigh, he fumbled at first, in attempts to undo the zipper. Forcing himself to remain calm long enough, and slow down his heart rate, he successfully undid the lock of sorts, and pulled it down. He tried hooking his fingers around the hems of his boxers, but to no avail as he missed, and only dragged down the pants. He tossed them off to the side, and looked up at Dean, who had stripped himself of his jacket, and jeans as well, leaving his shirt and boxers.
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He looked over at Cas, and climbed onto the bed, not bothering to take off his shirt; he didn't want to. Not right now, at least. He refused to waste any time with this. He pulled Castiel up close to him slightly, giving him a small peck, as he pulled off his trench coat, tossing it to the side. Next, he began unbuttoning Cas' white dress shirt. Dean was trying to unclad the buttons quickly, but it made it increasingly difficult, especially when the speed didn't allow him to properly fit the button through the holes. Cas put a hand up on Dean's hand, motioning him to stop. Dean looked at Cas, his hazel eyes' gaze greeted by the angel's blue glance. He felt himself hardening more. Those damn eyes… He could melt at just one glance. Cas raised his head to his, and kissed his lips gently. Dean let out a soft murr. Dean could feel his erection throbbing, and knew he had to take care of it. Pulling his head back, he set his mouth near Castiel's ear, as the angel felt the warm breath of the man fanning his ear. "You want to know what fucking is? I'll show you." He whispered, breath husky. He felt a shiver run down his spine at the Winchester's word, a small pit in his stomach growing. Dean shoved him down onto the bed, grabbing both sides of Castiel's shirt, and tearing it open, buttons popping off.
The brunette pulled down his boxers, and threw them off, along with pulling his shirt up and over his head. He licked his hand, and rubbed his hard shaft, as Castiel quickly rid himself of his boxers, his erection standing up, freely. Dean let out a soft groan at the sigh, and quickly rammed himself into Castiel, no foreplay involved. Cas let out a soft groan, and arched his back slightly.
"D-Dean…" He let out his lover's name in a small whimper.
"Don't speak baby… It'll be okay…" Dean murmured, as he grabbed Castiel's length, gently stroking it. Castiel let out another moan. This was a different view of the man, as usually, he was on bottom, and let Castiel be on top. This wasn't bad at all, the angel had to admit. He may in fact prefer it. Dean paused slightly, letting Cas adjust around Dean. Dean grinned at Cas. "You know what comes with fucking?" He said, voice husky still.
"W…What…?" He questioned, squirming slightly, wanting Dean to move.
"Dirty talk. Do you know what that is?"
Castiel didn't respond, a sign that he in fact, did not.
"Oh, this is going to be so great…" Dean whispered, gripping Castiel's thighs with both of his hands. "Stroke yourself." He demanded. Cas looked up at Dean, not familiar with his dominant side. Regardless, he grabbed himself, and began pumping gently. Dean smirked, and began thrusting, timing himself with Cas' pumps as best as he could. "Fuck yes… I bet you like my hard cock up your ass, don't you?" Dean moaned out, smirking and thrusting harder into Cas, making the angel jerk himself off harder.
"O-Oh Dean…!" He whimpered, throwing his head back against the bed. Dean laughed, as he continued his pace, leaning forward slightly, taking Cas' legs as well, and bringing them over the angel's head. "Oh, fuck Cas. You've got such a tight ass… Oh yeah… I know you like this, don't you?" He groaned out, slamming his hips against the other man's pelvis. "Answer me." He growled, looking at Cas.
"D-Dean…" Castiel whimpered out, as he looked up at the older Winchester. Dean's face was void of any of the usual glances when they had their usual sessions; this was different. His face was full of lust. He gripped Cas' chin, and straightened his face, so he would look at him.
"Answer me. Now." He said, voice dark and scratchy. Castiel almost came at the way he spoke. Castiel began nodding his head quickly. "Words, Cas. Give me words." He growled, as the hunter stopped pumping in, making the other man hiss in anger.
"Don't stop…" He growled out, eyes squeezed shut.
"Then look at me, and tell me you want it." Dean snarled, slowly pulling out, making Castiel whimper at the sudden emptiness.
"D-Dean Winchester… I want it…" He whimpered, looking at Dean.
"Want what?"
"…You."
Dean shook his head. "Not good enough." He said, as he was almost all the way out, before pausing at Cas' next words.
"Dammit Dean, I want you to fuck me!" He yelled out.
Dean smirked, and was glad no one was in the motel. He nodded, and inserted himself again. He didn't bother warming up or anything, and instead just went off and rammed into Castiel. "Yeah, baby! That's what I want to hear!" He growled lowly.
The hunter looked down at him, eyeing the tie and shirt on him. Dean straightened upward, letting Cas' legs fall slightly, before the angel lifted them back up, and wrapped them around the Winchester's waist, not letting him pull out fully. Dean let out a soft chuckle, before leaning forward, and grabbing Cas' tie. Castiel looked at him slightly, before Dean tugged the tie, and paused. "Let me go." He said. Cas let out a small groan, before letting go of him, and laying down, on his back.
"What do you want…?" He questioned, panting heavily. Dean flicked Cas' shaft slightly, before manually turning Castiel over onto his stomach. "Get on your hands and knees." He growled. Castiel did so, trying his hardest not to fall back down on his face. Dean smirked at how hard he was going at Cas, and aligned himself once more, before thrusting in without warning, and ramming into Cas. "Oh, shit!" He heard Cas moan out, as he lolled his head back, before letting it roll back down and hang. Dean smirked, as he reached around, and gripped Cas' tie, and tugged it back slightly, his other hand gripping the white shirt on him. It was almost as if he were literally trying to ride him, like a horse.
"Fuck, Dean!" Cas moaned out. The angel wasn't used to this kind of hard treatment, his language becoming more vulgar, for better or for worse. It didn't matter now, as he was in too much pleasure right now. And he didn't even care. He was enjoying this side of the hunter, very much so. He could also tell from Dean's groans, that he was enjoying it too. His head jerked back slightly occasionally, when the man above him jerked his tie back, forcing him back. Cas had to admit that he was enjoying this treatment. He let out a small grin with pleasure, as he moved one hand back to his erection, and jerked himself off as hard as he could, his other hand keeping him up. He was lucky he was still on his hands, otherwise he'd be a moaning wreck, face in the bed. Well, he technically was. Minus the face in the bed part.
Cas groaned, once more. "D-Dean… You feel so good! Don't stop!" He moaned, trying his hand at dirty talk. "The way you fill me up… Oh, yes!" He moaned, raising his arch. "Oh, yes, right there! Oh fuck, Dean! Right there!" Cas moaned, as Dean slammed into his prostate over and over again.
"You like that, my little angel? You like my hard cock in your ass, thrusting into your pleasure spot?" He grinned, down at the angel, who was now pumping his own length in wild hunger for release.
"Fuck me, Dean…" He whispered, sheen of sweat on his skin, hair plastered to his forehead, breath ragged.
"Oh, I am fucking you Cas…" Dean smirked, chuckling softly at the words. He let out another groan. "I'm gonna cum in you…" He whispered, leaning his head back, the slapping of flesh resonating throughout the room. "You want me to cum in you?" He whispered, looking down at Cas.
"Y-Yes… Please…" He whimpered out.
"You wanna do it together?" He questioned, smirking at Cas, who nodded his head quickly.
Dean grinned and leaned his head back, letting out a loud moan. "Oh, I'm gonna…" He let out a groan, as he shoved into Cas, who took all of him in, down to the base. He held his position a while longer, as his length twitched inside of the angel, and released his seed. Cas moaned, and came at the feeling himself. He felt his head jerk back once again. Right now, the angel wasn't even quite sure of what was happening. All he could feel was the streak of pleasure running through him, his rod shooting out streams of white, and the slightly uncomfortable feeling of his head pulled back, due to Dean pulling Cas' tie once again. He felt a slight sting in his back, as Dean's nails dug into his shirt, and into his skin. Cas' face fell forward onto the bed, once Dean let go of his tie, and instead gripped his shirt. He was able to hear some of Dean's cursing. "Fuck… Cas…." He heard, as Dean continued spasming inside of him, shooting a large load. The angel knew Dean had orgasms like this, especially after more raunchier sex. Cas didn't mind, as he felt his lips curl into a smile, at the feeling of Dean's load inside him.
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"Dean… What was that?" He questioned, looking back at Dean, panting.
"What do you mean…?" Came the tired voice of the hunter.
"That was… different. Vulgar."
"That, my dear Cas, is the difference between fucking… and making love." He whispered. Cas groaned slightly as Dean pulled out of him, and lay down next to him. "Did you like it?" He questioned, looking at Castiel.
The dark haired man looked back at him, their eyes meeting. Castiel sat up slightly, gripping the blanket, and pulling it up and over them. Dean smiled, and turned, hugging Castiel, and pulling him close. "…I did." Came the small reply from the angel, as Dean rested his chin on Cas' head. "That was a different side to you."
Dean felt his face fluster slightly, as he smiled more. "Yeah, I know. I'm glad you liked it." He whispered, as Cas leaned against him. "…Cas." The hunter began, once their labored breathing came back to normal.
"What is it Dean?"
"Can you stay for tonight?" He asked, his arms wrapped around his lover.
Castiel paused, closing his eyes, as he leaned his head against Dean's bare chest, and nodded his head. "I will." He said, as Dean smiled.
I hope you guys enjoyed ;v; I enjoyed writing it xD It was interesting, to say the least. Omy. Sorry if it didn't meet your tastes ;-;
