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So Dean had that whole 'grocery list' thing going on. It was something he picked up while still living with Lisa and Ben, cause it's impossible to live with four-five-six-year-old and not being swollen by chaos without a grocery list. It was the beacon of hope during trips to the shop, it allowed Dean to think that there have had to be an end to the quest and it was marked by crossing the last item on this week's piece of paper out.
And because he was a quite successful, handsome thirty-something business owner, his crazy weekends consisted of grocery shopping on Sundays. But not his week. This week was meant to be spent with Cas. So Dean's gonna do something free-spirited and totally outside the box – do his shopping on Thursday.
'Wow, I'm shaking things up' he thought and regretted not owning a cat to deliver this line to, for better dramatic effect. Cause his life reached that point.
When he arrived home on the previous day all he could think about was an upcoming weekend. Cas was gonna stay at his place, and Dean was going to make their first adult sleepover awesome. That's why he stayed up late cleaning his place as if the Perfect Housewife was about to make an unscheduled appointment with her freaking white glove and now he was going through his pantry and fridge to see what he might need during that time. OK, so at this point Dean was ready to admit he was so far gone on Castiel it wasn't even funny anymore.
It was a good thing he took the week off to finish with the nursery, so he might use half of his Thursday for Friday's preparations. And how he was looking forward to that.
And because it was Thursday it took him only like an hour and a half to finish with the shopping. Sometimes he was under the impression that some people were never leaving supermarkets. As he put away the purchased products he realized he missed some stuff. As always, the new list took place on the fridge shortly after. The day he manages to buy everything he needs in one go would be the day Sam throws away his hair products.
And speaking of the Devil, Dean thought when the he saw the ID caller after his phone rang.
"Morning, Sammy" Dean exclaimed buzzing with energy.
"It's past noon already. And it's Sam, jerk."
"Bitch. So what's up?"
"I'm just calling to let you know I've sent Sarah to visit her father, so you have a green light for painting." Dean nodded as he rummaged through the fridge for a quick bite. Sarah's father wasn't the biggest Winchester fan but he was a good man, all in all, and loved his daughter. So Sam scheduled for her to go for an extended weekend to see him, and avoid inhaling paint fumes at their house. "So are you gonna swing by today?"
"No, Sammy, today Cas's gonna finish the pieces. And we're gonna paint the room tomorrow."
"Cool. Hey, Dean... thanks again for doing this."
"Save it. Wouldn't let anyone else doing the job."
"Yeah, but still, I'm grateful. So listen, what do you say we hang out tomorrow? Like the old times."
"Tomorrow?" Dean fidgeted. He was really looking forward to a weekend with Cas. But he didn't want to stand out his baby brother for just a few day's acquaintance. Even though it didn't feel like few days in him mind. "Yeah..." he started. "Tomorrow..."
"Oh, give it up, would you?" Sam decided to spare him the stuttering. "You have plans with Castiel already?
"Well, yeah, but you're my brother..." Dean still felt a little guilty for giving his brother a cold shoulder
"Come on, Dean. How many times did I change our plans when I was dating Sarah? It's your turn now. We can hang out any other time. It's cool. Don't sweat it."
"Thanks, Sammy. I just..."
"So, when I'm going to meet this boy-wonder?" There was no malice in Sam's voice, he sounded fond instead.
"Well, I was about to talk to you regarding. I've kinda invited him to your birthday, is that OK?" It only now occurred to Dean that he should ask his brother first, but he hoped this wouldn't be a problem.
"Yeah, it's great." Sam answered lightly. "So... It's kinda serious with him?"
"Yeah, I hope so." Dean grinned. God, he really did.
"Good for you, Dean." Sam's tone was warm now and Dean could tell that rom-com watching part of his brother wanted to talk about it. Luckily the lawyer part always had stuff to do. "OK. So I'll be working tomorrow, are you OK with letting yourself in?"
"No problem man. I hope you're gonna like it."
"Don't doubt that. Talk to you later, right?"
"Yeah, bye Sammy." Dean disconnected the call, but instead of putting the phone away he made another call. It's not like he was desperate to hear his boyfriend's voice. It was a professional, work-related call.
"Hello?" Oh, that voice.
"So, what are you wearin'?" Dean grinned into the receiver.
"Balthazar?" Cas asked mischievously.
"Dude, not funny."
"Oh, it'll never stop being funny." Cas answered. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, man. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Gonna be leaving soon, so I'll be at your place in about an hour, OK?"
"Yes, that's perfect. I'm done with the crib so maybe you could take the truck, we can take it back to the store? I'll finish the chest of drawers today as well."
"Sounds good. See you soon."
Friday morning, on the other hand, found Dean jumping into his truck and driving to get Cas for their last day of work and beginning of their first weekend together. Dean so hoped it won't be the last one as well.
The now familiar route took less than usual and before he knew it he was parking his second favorite car on Cas' driveway. He didn't even had to get out of the vehicle, as he saw Cas on the porch, his overnight bag in one hand, waving goodbye to someone – probably Balthazar.
"Hey there." Dean grinned as Cas jumped into the car, leaning to share a kiss.
"Hello, Dean." Cas responded after their parted. "So, how are we gonna do it?"
"Well, I don't think there's enough place in here for two grown man, but I'm willing to test that theory." He was answered with a smack to the head.
"I meant work, Dean, work." Cas glared at his boyfriend, shooing wandering hands of his waist. "Focus."
Dean moved to sit straight on his side, still laughing. He turned on the ignition and turned the car around.
"We're gonna go straight to Sammy's. I've got the chest of drawers, wanted your help with moving it into the room. And you could use it to compare the design. I'll move the rest when the walls are dried up. So only painting today."
"Good." Cas smiled and relaxed against his seat. They spent most of the road making plans for the weekend and talking about some small stuff. Soon, they were parking on Sam's driveway and hauling the furniture up to the nursery. They've covered it with the tarp and situated in the middle of the room, for the time being.
"So, we're gonna paint it first and then you'll add the design?" Dean asked, preparing the brushes.
"No, won't be necessary. I've talked to Sarah and we decided to put the design as a decal. That way they can change it as the baby grows, without having to redecorate the whole room. I've already made the design and send it to a friend who does that kind of stuff. So only painting today and then we're off."
"Mmmm, more time for us, I like it." Dean grinned and move towards his boyfriend, crowding him against the wall.
"Dean," Cas said weakly, "Maybe let's finish it first and then we can go to your place?"
Dean looked at Cas and after a moment and gave him a quick peck on the mouth before backing away.
"Probably better. So, what do you want me to do here?"
After Cas had shown him how to scrape the paint to prepare the walls for a new layer they worked quickly. It's just after five p.m. when they put the finishing touches and moved to clean the room. It looked awesome, and Dean turned to say his praises to the other man. Cas stood in the middle of the room, next to the chest, and he seemed to be appraising their work, while absentmindedly putting away the unused, smallest brushes.
Dean sneaked up behind and grabbed him so Cas would face him.
"Dean?" Cas asked but he wasn't confused as to what were the other man's intentions.
"What?" Dean asked innocently, pressing Cas to the furniture. "We're done, and it's awesome and I just wanted to show my appreciation." He was set on the task before him and Cas could feel it. Oh, he could feel it very well as Dean pressed his lower body to his.
"Come on, Cas. I've been playing nice the whole day. Even when you were bending to paint the lower corners, and I've gotta tell you, it took enough will power that I could be considered Jedi now."
"Well, OK, Jedi" Cas was also too tired of denying himself Dean's touch so he sneaked one of his hand – the one still holding the small brush – under Dean's shirt. He missed his skin during the week, only working himself up by fantasizing about all the things they're gonna do, starting today.
"I'm glad you're on board with it." Dean smiled as he tentatively leaned to kiss Castiel.
"Oh, I am so on board." And just to show how serious he was he skimmed delicately against Dean's nipple with the brush. He could feel the nipple hardening as Dean shivered and bucked his hips against Cas',
"Dude, that wasn't sportsmanlike behavior." he protested petulantly, only gods know why.
"Yeah?" Cas asked with his lips against Dean's. "What are you gonna do about it?"
His only response was a low growl as Dean's hands moved behind his tights and hoisted him quickly, sitting him on the chest of drawers. It was something that Cas would never grow tired of. He loved when Dean showed his strength, being able to lift a man almost his height. As long as that man was Cas himself, of course.
Cas haven't stopped with his ministration, dragging the small brush against Dean's chest, towards the other nipple, massaging slightly until it stood erect. Dean only managed a groan while pulling the other man closer to him, planting open mouthed kisses across his jaw, and down his neck.
Cas mapped Dean's abs with the bristles and slowly moved down, while grabbing the belt with his spare hand. It wasn't that simple cause their bodies were pressed so tightly together their movement was constricted. Before he noticed it, Castiel was up on the furniture, his legs wrapped around Dean's waist, ducking his head down...
"Dean! Oh my God!" Cas heard to his utter mortification. Cause that couldn't be the person he thought it was. Well, the other option would be the burglar. Oh, please, let it be the burglar.
"Sammy, relax" No, no such luck, Cas sighed internally. It wasn't someone who came to steal their stuff and beat them unconscious. It was Dean's brother. Who just caught them rutting against his child's furniture.
"Dean, what do you think you're doing?" Unlike Cas, the man in question seemed unfazed, just grinning slyly as he moved off of Cas and composed himself.
"What? We wanted to check if the piece is well stabilized and can hold the weight of a baby." Cas was sure Dean knew his brother better than him, and was sure about what he's doing, pissing this giant of a man even more.
"Dean, it's not funny." Cas hissed and prepared himself for another round of apologizing to the member of Winchester family. Sam was glaring at his brother but the same feeling didn't seem to extent to Cas. Maybe cause he had the decency to look ashamed.
"Could you tell me why were you doing what it looked like you were doing on my baby's furniture? Dude, in a freaking baby room."
"I get it. You're angry you and Sarah won't be able to christen it?" Sam glared a little more and Cas noticed it was a mastered expression. He probably used it a lot being Dean's brother.
"Can't you keep it in your pants till you get home?" Though there was an exasperated anger showing on the man's face – as if he had to deal with that sort of things his whole life – he had very kind eyes that showed no malice. Cas exhaled. He was glad that there wouldn't be any violence, cause Sam's height would allow him to stomp the two culprits to death.
"Not with this guy." Dean said and as he placed his palm on the small of Cas' back he nudged for him to come forward. "Sammy, meet my boyfriend, Castiel Novak." And Cas' heart has melted a little bit at the proud tone Dean said those words in.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Castiel." Sammy's tone also became gentler, it was nice and calming, and Cas suspected the bitchy whining was his Younger Brother's Voice. Cas could sympathize.
"It's my pleasure. And I'm really sorry for the way we've met."
"But not for what we did." Dean chimed in and now there were two pairs of eyes glaring at him.
"Yeah, I'm sure it's not your fault." Sam told Cas and they both chose to ignore the indignant 'hey' from the third man.
"We're good, as long as you won't call me Sammy, like the douchebag that is my brother." Sam smiled at Cas and moved to leave the nursery.
"Oh, would you drop it. There was a tarp over the freaking thing. It's not like we've touched it." Dean shouted in his direction.
"Wow, Dean, you really know how to make a guy feel special." Cas commented, cause he was also more than familiar with that kind of banter.
To Cas' confusion there was no retaliation. In fact, Dean looked a little ashamed at his words. He moved closer to Cas and nuzzled behind his ear. "Sorry. I'll make it up to you later." He kissed his cheek and stepped away just in time to see Cas smile widely.
"Oh, really?" He asked and hooked his fingers behind Dean's. "And how are you gonna do that?" He tugged slightly at Dean, and the man moved forward and closed the remaining space.
"Well," he snaked his arm around Cas' waist. "I was thinking dinner. And then maybe massage. Cause all that painting today sure looked uncomfortable. And after that – bath. I was thinking we could take it together. You know, for environmental reasons."
"Then you would take the shower, jackass, and I told you – no ass grabbing in the nursery." Sam shouted from the corridor.
"Oh right, oh right. Don't get your panties in a twist, Samantha." And Cas snorted at that, cause, come on, it had a better ring to it than Gabriela. "We're leaving. So you sit here all by yourself if you don't want our company." Dean mocked his younger brother while reaching for Cas' hand and moving towards the door.
"I'd prefer to end up on a desert island than with the two of you while you in that mood. Go get the sex out of the way so we can have a civilized conversation."
"You go have a civilized conversation with your mane, Samsquatch."
"That doesn't even make sense, Dean." By the look on his face Cas could tell the younger man was plotting revenge.
"Whatever, bye" they left giggling, like a couple of teenagers, and Dean drives them few blocks to his house.
Upon entering Dean's place the man kissed Cas before moving away.
"Thought you might feel like showering first?" He answered when met with a surprised gaze followed by a nod.
"OK, use my master bathroom. You can put your bag in the bedroom. And I laid out some towels for you, so take your time." Dean smiled and kissed Cas once more. "I'm gonna use the guest shower." Cas nodded again and went upstairs.
Since he'd always shared shower with his sibling it only took him a short time to finish his ablutions. He thought about dressing back again but there was a serious doubt in his mind that they were going out tonight, so he opted for a pair of sweats and a t-shirt he usually slept in and went back downstairs. Dean was nowhere to be found but there was a beer and a platter with sandwiches on the table. Cas smiled but decided to wait for Dean.
He laid down and on a huge and amazingly comfortable couch and flopped himself onto his stomach. He must have fallen asleep cause the next thing he felt was a pair of strong hands massaging his back.
"Dean" Cas muttered as he felt an addition it the form of Dean's half hard cock, still clad in jeans, pressing against his butt cheeks. Too bad his bones were freaking liquified, courtesy to the smug bastard himself, so he couldn't get it up even if he cared to. But when Dean's ministration gained more intimate aspect, his hands roaming the pliant body, Cas wondered if there's a pattern Dean followed and soon enough he got his answer. Dean was looking for that sensitivespot on Cas' back he discovered during their first night together. After mapping him for places that were worth visiting again he gave his undivided attention to that one spot. So obviously, it didn't take long before Cas started moaning and thrusting into the couch.
Dean continued exploring his body, as he was lying on top of Cas, covering him completely. Only one hand was on the cushion, holding some of Dean's weight. The other still gently stroked Cas – this time his side – as Dean's lips attached themselves to Cas' neck.
"Dean..." he managed weakly, not really sure what more could he add.
"You like it?" Dean asked with his lips against Cas' ear. "Cas, tell me."
"Y-yes."
"When someone dominates you? Do you like that I manage to take you apart just by my hands on your back?" Dean grinned as Cas was thrusting his hips upwards, grindinghis ass against Dean's dick. "Would you like me to take you tonight?" Cas could only manage to nod, his words failing him.
"Turn around for me, baby" Dean asked gently, not wanting to force anything.
He slid Cas' sweatpants and boxers down and gave his half-hard cock a few solid strokes as he kissed down his neck to the shoulders.
"You'll tell me if it's too much?" he mouthed against his t-shirt clad torso, but his eyes never left Cas' face. The other man just snorted derisively, cause he couldn't imagine what could be done to him that he wouldn't like.
Dean stroked Cas to full erection and then substituted his hand with his mouth. The movement that was highly applauded for if Cas' moans were anything to go by.
Dean swirled his tongue against the tip a few time and then swallowed Cas as far as he could. He bobbed his head rhythmically, trying to slide his tongue up against the vain each time.
Cas was now gripping one of the arm of the sofa with one of his hand, the other holding onto Dean's hair. For a second Dean was afraid Cas was about to fuck his mouth, but it seemed he only needed hold onto something. Dean hummed around him in appreciation. which only added to Cas' sensations. He was close, so very close, so when he felt a spit slicked finger gently circling his entrance he came with a shout of the man's name. He didn't even manage to warn Dean, who, luckily felt his balls coiling, so he could brace himself for Cas' orgasm.
What he wasn't prepared for was his voice, completely raw screaming his name. Dean had to grab his own dick and squeeze it, so he wouldn't blow his load in his pants. After licking Cas clean he propped his chin on that perfect hip and waited for his boyfriend to come down from his high.
"Bed? I wanna be inside you. Is that OK?"
Cas could only nod weakly. Dean was about to change rooms when he heard a doorbell. Both men groaned and Cas slurred something sounding like "rid". Dean was so on it. He tried to will his erection down a little. It's a shame, that was such a nice hard-on. And it was about to be used accordingly. There better be an emergency on the other side of the door.
"Surprise, bitch. I'm calling Boys' Night Out!" Sam shouted loudly and waltzed unceremoniously inside, two of their cousins in tow.
Yup, I did it. It's for all of you who followed and added this story to favorites without even a "fuck you" note. And I'm sure you know the drill. The cockblockers are plenty and ready. Cause the lovely people who actually talk to me don't seem to mind (OK, parliamentary majority of them) that I hold the smut hostage. So if you want to see their dicks alive, and not in some box, I need ransom.