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Chapter Ten
He woke slowly, eyes unfocused in the bright light of late morning. Castiel felt heavy and warm. He realized he felt heavy because he had one Dean Winchester almost on top of him. An arm was thrown around his waist, a leg was hitched up and nearly wrapped around his hip, and a head was tucked firmly into his neck. Dean's breath was gentle and cool across Castiel's collar bone.
A giddy feeling bubbled up in Castiel's chest. None of the previous day had been a dream. Dean was here, Dean cared about him, and Dean decided to give them a try. He stretched contentedly, and Dean stirred.
"Mornin', sunshine," he muttered into Castiel's skin.
"Too early," Castiel muttered back, wrapping both arms around Dean and shifting to his side. "Sleep."
The Winchester chuckled. "It's like ten. You must not be a morning person."
Castiel grunted wordlessly, and Dean grinned. "Come on," he prodded Castiel's side, and he squirmed. "I'll make you pancakes."
Castiel stilled for a moment. "Blueberry?"
Dean laughed and wiggled out of Castiel's arms. The Novak turned in time to see a very naked Dean in his doorway, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes swept down the beautiful form before traveling up, meeting Dean's eyes just in time to see him wink and saunter out the door.
For a moment, Castiel fell back in the strewn comforters, staring at the ceiling with a little smile on his face. It was all real. Warmth spread through his body, and he rushed out of bed, also stark naked.
In the kitchen, Dean was attempting to make good on his promise. He had one door of Castiel's cabinet open, squinting into its recesses.
"Looking for ingredients?" Castiel asked, leaning against the counter.
Dean jumped a little, then grinned sheepishly. "You have a huge kitchen... it's kinda difficult to navigate." He glanced back into the cabinet and squinted again. "Plus, these shelves are real sad-looking."
Castiel glanced around his kitchen. It was indeed large, larger than he needed. He really wasn't very good with cooking.
"All my food is in the freezer," Castiel watched Dean's eyebrows raise. "It's in a variety of cardboard boxes, waiting to be thawed in a microwave."
Dean shook his head. "That's the most depressing thing I've ever heard. From now on, I'm cooking for you."
Castiel had just pressed the brew button on his coffee pot when he stilled. There was something in Dean's expression, something like determination, but more gentle, that made him walk forward.
"This is really happening, isn't it?" Castiel whispered, tracing a line over Dean's bare hip.
"Yeah," Dean swallowed thickly, blinking up at Castiel.
Dean's hand came up to rest on Castiel's cheek, and the Novak turned to press his lips to it. Dean smiled and tugged Castiel's face forward, bringing their lips together. It was sweet and slow, at first, but then Castiel realized that they were both still naked.
Dean must have realized it at the same time, because he pulled Castiel firmly against his body, skin warm against skin. Castiel went from zero to sixty immediately. He had the libido of a teenage boy with Dean.
Castiel mouthed down Dean's scruffy jaw, hands sliding across the soft expanse of Dean's lower back.
"You know... what I never got to do?" Dean said between breaths.
"Hmm?" Castiel hummed against his jugular.
Dean pulled away from Castiel, and there was a second of hesitation before he sank to his knees. "Fuck," Castiel whispered. It was exactly like his fantasy.
The Winchester stroked Castiel's thighs as his back hit the island. "I've never, ah, done this before, so..." Dean trailed off.
Double fuck. Castiel's length twitched at that statement alone, and Dean's eyes watched the movement. "I believe in you, Dean," Castiel murmured, gripping the countertop until his knuckles turned white.
After a steadying breath, Dean went for it. No build up, no teasing, just tight wet heat enveloping Castiel completely. "Ahh," Castiel gasped, head falling backwards.
Dean was imitating what Castiel had done to him the previous night. He hollowed his cheeks and ran his tongue along the underside's thick vein, and Castiel's thighs shuddered. It was sloppy, but filled with wonder and excitement.
After a minute, Dean removed his hands from Castiel's legs and rested them on his own for support. He stilled his movements and looked up at the Novak, big green eyes blinking innocently up at him. Very slowly, Dean took Castiel deeper until his nose hit his dark trimmed curls.
Did he... did he want Castiel to fuck his mouth? If Dean could have smiled around Castiel's member, he was. He just sat there, waiting.
Castiel unclenched one of his hands from the countertop and pet it through Dean's hair, reaching down to cradle the back of his skull. Dean hummed, his eyes falling shut. Ever so slowly, Castiel pulled his hips back and slid forward again, feeling Dean's throat around him.
"Fuck, Dean," Castiel gasped, repeating his motions. Dean moaned, his shiny lips stretched wide around Castiel's girth. It was an image that would forever be seared onto Castiel's brain.
Castiel pushed harder, and Dean took it. He hummed and looked up at Castiel as the older man thrust faster and faster. Dean gagged a few times, but indicated for Castiel to keep going.
Saliva and pressure tears were running down Dean's face, the younger man's eyes fluttering closed. Dean shifted and moaned, and Castiel was almost there again.
The Novak looked down at the beautiful sight and saw Dean fisting his own length, pumping himself rapidly. That's what sent Castiel over the edge. Dean was getting off on Castiel fucking his mouth.
Dean swallowed everything he could, but a bit of sticky liquid ended up on his face. He ignored it, instead pulling off Castiel's softening member and leaning his forehead against his hip. Castiel grasped Dean's chin and tilted his head up. "Come for me, Dean," he ordered weakly, and Dean did.
Castiel watched Dean's face as his orgasm took him. He hadn't really seen much the previous night, as all his senses except touch had vanished, and damn had he missed out. Dean's nose was a little scrunched up, reddened lips parted in an 'o'. His brows rose, adding a vulnerability to the look that tied the whole thing together. He looked utterly debauched.
Castiel sank to the kitchen floor next to Dean and pulled the younger man into his arms. "How are you even real?" he murmured, and Dean chuckled.
They sat on the kitchen floor for longer than necessary, sharing lazy kisses. They cleaned the floor quickly and agreed to take a shower before figuring out what to eat.
Castiel massaged shampoo into Dean's scalp, and in return, Dean scrubbed his back. They dried off, donned Castiel's old sweatpants, and vegged out after ordering Chinese food, as it was almost noon by that time.
For the first time since he could remember, Castiel was really and truly relaxed. All of his attention was taken by Dean and his beautiful secret smiles and hysterical laughter and quiet words. Even when a thought about Michael or his father crossed his mind, Castiel couldn't find it in him to feel angry. Dean sucked all the negative feelings out of him and made them disappear.
It was nearing five o' clock and the two were tossing mini marshmallows into each other's mouths on Castiel's living room floor. Dean was best at it, and he chewed happily at another successful catch.
"Dean?" Castiel asked, pausing their game.
"Mhmm?" Dean smiled at him from a few feet away, the farthest they had managed to get from each other since the encounter in the kitchen.
"You know those hand deliver letters that Gabriel had you give to me in person?" he asked quietly. Dean nodded, and Castiel smiled wryly. "His objective was to get us together. The contents were rarely worthy of even being written down."
Dean blinked a few times. "Well. I'll have to thank him. Maybe get him a bigger fish bowl as a present." The two dissolved into laughter and closed the few feet between them.
That evening, Castiel drove Dean back to his apartment. "Sorry I gotta go so soon," Dean said, as if he had forgotten that he'd been with Castiel for almost twenty-four hours. "I got off from work yesterday, but I still need to go tonight."
"Quite alright," Castiel parked the car. "I'll miss you terribly, though."
"Well, I'll see you Monday." Both men grimaced. That was far too long a gap to go without seeing Dean.
"Can I take you to lunch tomorrow?" Castiel asked.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a date," he grinned.
o o o
Castiel had no idea why fate or destiny or whatever deity of the day had given him Dean, but he woke up every morning with the urge to sing praises. It had been only two weeks and he felt like he had died and gone to a heaven sweeter than he could have ever been promised. He still worked and had his general life issues, but he also had Dean.
They didn't broadcast their relationship to the rest of the company, for obvious reasons, but they did tell Gabriel. Or rather, Gabriel walked right in to Castiel's office while Castiel had his tongue down Dean's throat. His resonating "Whoop!" could be heard throughout the top floor, and Castiel calmly told the employees in the hallway that Gabriel had slipped on his carpet and to carry on working, thank you.
"About fucking time!" Gabriel clapped Castiel on the shoulder, who scowled at his brother.
"I'm not sure if you're familiar with this new custom, but it's called knocking, and I can show you how to do it if you're experiencing trouble," the younger Novak fumed.
Gabriel completely ignored Castiel and turned instead to Dean, who was grinning like an idiot. "You good, Dean-o?"
The Winchester nodded. "Absolutely. Thanks for the shady secret letter thing, Mr. Novak."
Gabriel wiped a fake tear from his cheek. "I'm so proud of myself. I should matchmake for a living." Dean chuckled. Then Gabriel turned serious. "You're an older brother, I hear. You know what kind of older brother talk I have to give you."
Dean glanced at Castiel, a little smile on his face. "I know. And I promise, I couldn't hurt him, and I never want to." The corners of Castiel's lips twitched up, no matter how upset he wanted to be with his brother. "He's everything to me."
Gabriel stared at him for a moment before smiling again. "You're disgusting. Come here." He pulled Dean in for a tight hug, and Dean laughed.
"Thanks, Mr. Novak."
"Call me Gabe," Gabriel grinned at Castiel. "Or bro, I don't know if you two have planned the wedding yet."
Dean flushed red and Castiel slapped a hand over his face before speaking through his fingers. "Thank you for your visit, please try out that new knocking custom I was talking about."
It was Friday before the bubble of ecstasy popped.
It was pretty quiet in Castiel's office, and he didn't actually mind going through the distribution progress report. Dean was outside, working diligently on a memo that Castiel needed to send out to the executives soon. Everything was fine, and then there was a knock on the door.
"Cas?" It was Dean.
"Come in, Dean," Castiel called, a smile lighting up his face.
Dean looked nervous, but Castiel knew it wasn't about seeing him. The Winchester closed the door and came up to lean on Castiel's desk. "Your brother called."
Castiel blinked at him. "Not Gabriel, I assume," he murmured, a little knot in his stomach twisting.
Dean shook his head. "Michael. I told him you were in a very important meeting and couldn't be reached."
Castiel breathed slowly, relieved. "Thank you."
Dean fidgeted. "He called six times, Cas."
The relief fled immediately. "What did you tell him?"
"I didn't answer," Dean crossed his arms. "He didn't leave any voicemails either." After a little pause: "Want me to come over tonight?"
It was Friday, so Castiel assumed Dean would anyway, but it meant something more. Comfort. He nodded, and Dean circled the desk to Castiel's chair. With some maneuvering, he managed to straddle the Novak on his office chair.
It wasn't a sexual feeling. Dean just sat with him, fingers carding through his hair gently. The knot in Castiel's stomach slowly faded away. No one could hurt him if Dean was here. "Thank you," he said. I love you. He couldn't say the words just yet. It would be too much too soon, but he didn't feel bad about it. Dean was here, and that was enough.
Dean tilted Castiel's head up and kissed him softly. "I'm gonna go work on your memo, 'kay?"
Castiel nodded and gave Dean one more kiss before the younger man slid off him. He had barely taken two steps towards the door when Gabriel burst through it, breathing unevenly.
Castiel was about to chastise him for once again forgetting how to knock, but his somber expression stopped him. "Gabriel-"
He interrupted. "Dad's dead."