So, I am NOT OKAY after Tuesday's episode of SPN, so I figured I'd write a little Destiel to make myself feel better. A special thanks to: RoxyGirl24, KFArtyLover, Larkafree, SexyScottishDoc (welcome!), and KahoriSaeko. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and please excuse typos, it's hastily written.
XOXO,
Girlreadalot
Dean couldn't stare at his textbook any further. He was failing History and he and Cas had taken to studying in the Deaf boy's room where they wouldn't be interrupted. It was quiet in Castiel's attic bedroom in the third story of the Novak house. Too quiet. It was driving Dean insane. With Cas being deaf it was especially quiet. There was no music, no chatter, nothing except the occasional flip of a page or a scribble of pen in a notebook.
Cas had his back to Dean as he sat in his desk, his head bent over his mythology textbook.
Dean rose from Castiel's bed and put his hands on Castiel's shoulders. When those blue eyes looked up at him Dean bent his head and kissed the soft skin of Cas's neck and jaw, smirking at the soft sigh it emitted from the blue-eyed boy's lips.
They'd been fooling around like this for a while. The time they spent away from anybody's watching eye they spent making out, hands roaming clumsily over one another's bodies, and shamelessly dry humping one another.
"Dean," Castiel murmured, the skin of his neck vibrating under Dean's lips. "You should be studying."
Dean detached himself from Castiel's neck and looked down at him. "I don't want to study anymore." He sounded childish, even to his own ears but Castiel was deaf and couldn't hear the tone in his voice. For once he was thankful that the boy couldn't hear how immature he was being.
"You have to pass History this marking period!"
"It's boring! Make it interesting and I might like it more."
"How much have you read?" Cas asked rising from his chair, which creaked and groaned horribly. He studied the book where Dean had it lying open on Castiel's bed and tuned to Dean. "Make it more interessing?"
Dean nodded. He watched the gears practically turning in Cas's head before the boy grinned at him devilishly. "What?" Dean asked, standing close to him. That smirk made Dean's pants tight.
"Lay down." Castiel instructed.
Dean gave him a puzzled look, but his cock twitched in his pants at the authority in Castiel's gruff voice. He did as Cas instructed, his green eyes never leaving him.
Cas picked up the book and skimmed it for a moment before asking, "Who was Franz Ferdinand?"
Dean gave him an "I don't know" expression but when Cas frowned at him he thought about it. "He had something to do with World War I, didn't he?"
Castiel nodded taking a step towards the bed. "What did he do?"
"He was…shot?" Dean's green eyes widened as Castiel straddled his hips on the bed. "You're making it harder for me to learn." He replied, bringing his hands up and rubbing them down Cas's sides.
He batted his hands away. "No I'm not!" He blue eyes scanned the textbook again. "What is geopolitics?"
"Um, geometric politics?" Dean guessed. "Hell, I don't know Cas. You're distracting me."
Castiel gave him an eye-roll before swinging off of Dean and kneeling beside him on the bed.
"Why did you do that?!"
"Answer the question correctly. What is geopolitics?"
Dean sighed, "How geography effects politics?" It was a shot in the dark and he knew it, but that was what it sounded like to him. He hoped he was right, there was nothing hotter to him then Cas on top of him. He grinned again as Cas climbed into his lap once again.
"When did the US declare war during World War One?"
"April 1st, 1917." Dean's breath hitched in his throat as Cas rocked their hips together before leaning down and kissing his lips. It was lustful, greedy, and hungry. A moan escaped his lips as his bottom lip became ensnared between the deaf boy's teeth.
Cas sat up and flipped through the book and asked him another question, which Dean had to answer between their hungered kisses and mingling tongues. Abruptly the deaf boy sat up, like he'd been electrocuted.
"Cas?" Dean asked, forgetting about his lust for a minute. "Cas?" He asked a little more forcefully, gently grabbing Castiel's chin and making him look at Dean. "What's wrong?"
"I-I forgot." He whispered.
"Forgot what?"
"Tat I'm deaf!" He exclaimed. "Dat I couldn't hear your answer!"
Dean was a little taken aback by the outburst, but his heart squeezed painfully. He looked at Cas, the unshed tears in his blue eyes, the embarrassed and self-loathing look on his face. "Hey, it's okay." Dean said, his thumb stroking his cheek.
"It's not!"
"Isn't there something you can do for that? Hearing aids or something?"
Castiel chewed his lip and slowly shook his head, "I don't want to talk about it anymore." He didn't look at Dean for a minute but after he composed himself, he leaned forward and started kissing Dean again. The history book fell to the floor and was forgotten.
Dean's heart raced as Cas nibbled on his earlobe, he arched his back, hips grinding his erection against Cas's perfect ass. He looked down as the deaf boy's hands slid up Dean's shirt, running along his smooth skin and sending waves of heat down to his already painfully hard member.
His fingers ran though the other boy's dark hair as his perfect lips started kissing, nipping, and sucking down his tanned stomach, turning Dean into a writhing mess beneath him.
Castiel undid Dean's belt and his jeans with a few purposeful tugs and started palming his member through his black boxers.
"Cas," Dean moaned. His green eyes widened when his boxers were yanked down. He looked down to Cas, who was staring at Dean's member and swallowing like he was trying to get the courage up to do something.
He tapped the deaf boy's shoulder. "You don't have to do this." He reminded him when those stunning blue eyes were on his face. He watched, something twisting in his stomach as he watched Castiel grapple with whatever his thoughts and feelings were.
Something dark passed through Castiel's blue eyes, but Dean didn't have time to ask him about it because his talented mouth was on Dean's member, sucking and enveloping it in warms.
It felt great, Dean had gotten blow jobs before, but he'd never received one from a member of the marching band, or somebody who had once been a part of the music program and Castiel had once been a very talented trumpet player.
"Cas," Dean grunted, his fingers finding purchase in the other boy's hair once again. It was hard for him to keep his hips still as Castiel's mouth worked him. He didn't want to choke him for god's sake!
Dean wished he could turn his thoughts off. He wanted to enjoy this mind-boggling blow job and not have to think about anything else, but his thoughts were stuck on the look Cas had given him before he'd started to suck him off.
That look made Dean feel like Cas was just using him to get his mind off the fact that he was deaf. To keep him from thinking about that he couldn't hear. Why had he avoided the question about getting something to fix his hearing? What was—
"Shit, Cas!" Dean moaned, his grip tightening in the boy's hair.
He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He lifted up the boy's chin so he'd look at him. "I'm close." He murmured.
Castiel's lust-hooded blue eyes stared at him as he pulled down his own pants and boxers. He pressed their bodies together, their erections rubbing together as they rutted against one another fervently.
Hot damn! Dean had never done something so different before. The feeling of the other boy's smooth member against his own was amazing.
He threw his head back onto the pillows as he came, his fingers digging to Castiel's back.
A few sticky thrusts later, Castiel let out a guttural moan before he came all over Dean. Then, he collapsed onto the bed next to Dean breathing heavily.
Panting, Dean reached a hand out and turned Castiel's face towards his own. He kissed him gently, letting the deaf boy how much he really cared for him and how much he appreciated what he'd just done.
"I'm going to clean up." Castiel murmured before slipping into his bathroom.
Dean kept thinking about the way Cas wanted to avoid talking about his deafness like the plague. Could it be cured? He'd heard just recently they had implants for deaf people that helped them hear. Were they an option?
When Castiel came out of the bathroom he looked composed, with the exception of his sex hair, of course.
Dean went in to clean himself up and when he came out, Cas was passed out on the bed as he snored lightly.
Dean bit his lip and went to talk to Gabriel.
"Will Cas always be deaf?" He asked Gabe as he sat in Gabe's computer chair while the boy played video games from his beanbag chair in front of a television that would consume two thirds of the walls around Bobby's living room.
"Are you asking me if he can be cured?" Gabe asked not looking from the massive screen.
"I suppose so, yeah."
"He has the option to get cochlear implants, there's about an eighty percent chance that they'll cure his deafness."
"Why doesn't he get them?"
"They weren't recommended for him right after he went deaf." Gabriel explained. "The thing about Cassie is that he has issues dealing with change. When he first got sick with meningitis, he started freaking out and going crazy. The doctors weren't sure if it was the fever causing him to hallucinate or not, but when he woke up and found out that he was deaf he really flipped his lid." Gabriel paused the game to look at Dean, his eyes looking like sunshine passing through a glass of whiskey. "It has taken him this long to adjust to being deaf, it's been a year now."
"It's only been a few months!" Dean objected.
"No, he stayed home for about nine months trying to cope with it before he went back to school."
"Are you saying he'll have trouble adjusting to hearing again?"
"No, I'm saying that if he gets his hopes up and it doesn't end up working he's going to be broken forever. He's already so different from what he was. Sometimes I forget, but then he looks at me and you can just see it in his eyes that he's been through some shit."
Dean knew what Gabriel was talking about, he saw that look in Cas sometimes. After Dean laughs Castiel's dark blue eyes look haunted and sad. They look hurt.
"He's scared and he has every right to be."
