Dean truly underestimated how difficult being around Castiel was going to be. Honestly everything that he does seems to turn Dean on. It even got to the point where he couldn't stand to look into the rearview mirror cos one look into those blue eyes nearly had him creaming his jeans. What the hell was wrong with him!
It only got worse from there.
Cas decided that today of all days that he was hungry and wanted to get some breakfast. So Dean had to endure watching that gorgeous mouth wrap around his fork as he ate his fruit salad (He's really going to have to talk to Cas about that, it ain't food) and also had to dodge questioning looks from Sam, 'I guess i'm not doing such a great job at keeping things casual' he thinks as he catches himself licking his lips while watching Cas' adams apple bob up and down as he drinks his water.
Sam's eyes narrow at Dean and he watches him watch Castiel. The only thing thats different is that fact that Cas is actually eating and that Dean can't keep his eyes off the angel, which really isn't anything different but yeah. Things seem okay.
'So Cas did you have a good night last night?' Sam asks casually
Dean tries desperately to appear calm and collected and totally not like he's hiding anything (he really can't keep a secret from Sam to save his life what the hell was he thinking!) but he has a sneaking suspicion that he resembles a deer-stuck-in-the-headlights.
Thankfully, Sam is used to Cas' attention not being solely focused on him the way he is with Dean, so he didn't even pay that much attention when the angel looked away from him when he replied, 'Yes Sam it was quite enjoyable. We watched a show called Doctor Who and i fell asleep.'
Dean picked up his coffee cup and smirked behind it, 'Ha take that Sam'.
Sam seemed convinced that nothing was going on and he went back to eating his breakfast.
Dean relaxes and attacks his breakfast like a starving man and nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels a hand slide up his thigh. He turns slightly to glare at Cas who sits there with his usual poker face expression not giving anything away as his hand slides higher and starts rubbing at Dean's denim clad bulge.
Dean knows he should push his hand away, i mean Sam is right there across the freaking table, but dammit it feels so good…
And thats the moment that Sam decides that he wants to talk about that case.
'So i've checked the weather reports and there's been a few electrical storms in the week and they all seem to be centring around the main part of town which is about 5 minutes from here'.
Dean moaned quietly as Cas undid his fly and stroked him through is boxers. 'Mm what'd you say Sammy?'
Sam flashed him a bitch-face, 'Dean weren't you listening?'
Cas decided to give his now rock hard cock a particularly hard squeeze which had Dean seeing stars. He tried to focus on Sam, 'Yeah i was thinking about the weather reports' he guess feebly, rocking his hips back and forth.
Sam watched Dean trying to work out what was wrong. He looked at Cas and saw nothing out of the ordinary so he looked back at Dean. 'I was just talking about that'.
Dean was struggling to maintain his breathing and to not make any suspicious sounds but fuck it was hard. Cas was stroking him oh so good and the fact that they were in public and no one knew what was going on besides him and Cas made everything dirtier and hotter.
'Um yeah, those weather reports, um… we should check out the main part of town…?'
'I already said that Dean god you need to listen more. We'll check it out now, finish your breakfast'.
'Feels good' Dean murmured and choked back a moan before correcting himself, 'I mean sounds good'.
He looked at Sam and noticed his suspicious expression. Aww shit busted. He sat up straighter and tried to look serious. Except it's hard to look serious when your angel is swiping his thumb across the head of your dick.
Dean explodes with a barley visible shiver and Cas tucks him back in his pants, using what little grace he has left to get it done quickly.
It's at that moment that Sam decides that something might be going on under the table so he 'accidentally' drops his fork and bends down to pick it up. He see's nothing unusual going on so he pops his head back up, almost catching Cas giving Dean a quick kiss on the cheek.
'So what will you be doing Cas?' Sam directs to the angel
Cas flounders for a second. He's unsure what to say, does Dean want him to stay now? Or does he want him to go…? He decides to follow his previous plan and continue trying to find his father.
'I'll be leaving again to continue the search'.
Sam nodded, obviously pleased which made Cas feel uncomfortable. Normally Cas would just read his mind to see why he was pleased, but that requires too much power, so he's kept in the dark like normal humans.
Dean had just come round from his post-orgasm haze to take in what Cas said. 'He's leaving?' he thinks to himself. He shifts in his seat and silently curses the angel when he feels the wetness in his boxers. He glares at Cas, who senses his discomfort, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Sam gets up to walk out, staring impatiently at Dean. 'Come on, lets go'.
'Yeah just gotta use the head'. 'Meet me in there' he whispers to Cas.
Castiel walks out with Sam in uncomfortable silence before saying goodbye and disappears leaving Sam standing alone next to the impala waiting for Dean.
Cas appears standing next to Dean, but he's prepared for the angel so this time he doesn't squeal. 'You think that was funny? Doing that in front of Sam? What part of keeping things between us didn't you understand?' he growled at Cas and pushed him into an empty stall and locked it behind them.
Cas groaned as Dean shoved him against the stall wall and started sucking on his neck, 'You liked the idea that someone could see what you were doing to me? At being caught?' he growled again into his neck and quickly undid his pants and shoved them down in a heap. He took hold of the angels hard cock and stroked it a few times, sliding down the pre-cum that was leaking from his slit eliciting a loud moan from Cas.
Dean covered Cas' mouth with his free hand. 'Oh no baby you don't get to make a sound' he murmured into his ear before biting gently on his earlobe.
Cas bucked into Dean's hand and suppressed a moan. He watched Dean sink to his knees in front of him and bit his lip to keep from making a sound when Dean took him in his mouth.
Dean hallowed out his cheeks and sucked Cas hard, there wasn't much time so he had to settle for hard and fast. He bobbed his head up and down, gently scraping the underside with his teeth. He could tell from Cas' laboured breathing that he wasn't going to last long.
Cas tried to shift his hips forward so he could fuck Dean's mouth but Dean placed his hands on his hips preventing any movement. Cas whined which made Dean stop. He pulled his mouth of his lovers cock and smirked, 'No noises remember baby'.
Cas nodded and tried to buck his hips forwards again desperate for Dean's mouth on him again. He took pity on the angel and he swallowed him down again. Cas grabbed the back of Dean's head and came long and hard with a silent cry.
He slumped back against the wall, his now over sensitised cock jumping every time Dean swiped it with his tongue, cleaning up the remainder of cum that he'd been unable to swallow. He tucked Cas back into his pants and stood up, placing a soft kiss on Cas' mouth.
'You'd better keep in touch this time Cas. Hate it when you're gone. I worry.'
Castiel nods and kisses Dean. 'You'd better go, Sam is waiting for you'.
Dean feels a twinge of guilt at leaving Sam but he squashes it down in favour of kissing the angel one last time.
One minute their kissing and the next Dean is left alone, puckering up to thin air. He huffs out an annoyed breath and leaves the bathroom, heading out towards the impala where Sam sighs loudly and throws his hands up in the air. 'Finally, I was going to send a search party'.
'Yeah sorry, long line'.
They get in the car and head off, Sam's attention focused on Dean whereas Dean's is focused on a certain disappearing blue eyed angel.