Chapter 11

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel" – Maya Angelou

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Castiel tapped his fingers on the desk in his Heavenly office. He should be in the garrison with his brothers. There were always things he could do on Earth, even things that didn't involve the oldest Winchester. Chasing some spawn of Lucifer sounded like a viable alternative. Anything would be acceptable really. That the office may actually be divine punishment had occurred to him, but if so, it was just the stage. The truly mind numbing torture was listening to Joshua go on and on about 'projected strategic market force image improvements'. Castiel was shocked the first time he felt the urge to smack his brother and tell him that he was speaking gibberish. But of course, he could not do that.

After the summoning in that old house, Crowley had been marginally helpful with his information; he had been in a surprisingly good mood actually. Whenever Castiel asked a question, Crowley would glance at Dean and a low refined chuckle would follow. Several times he had mentioned a wad in Dean's pants. That had made Castiel a bit angry – Why would a demon be interested in anything in his hunter's pants?

On top of everything, his plans for the purging of tarnish from the Grace of all his brothers were actually going quiet smoothly. Since God had allowed his Angels more free will, several had noticed certain less than pure intentions among the brethren. The thing about free will that had surprised many angels was how it led to feelings. They not only could choose to do something or not, they could be excited, angry, or resentful about it.

It appeared Castiel was simply meant to be a force of change in Heaven, and he latched on to that purpose. Now, if he could only change the required 'tps report' he had yet to fill out, things would be falling into line perfectly.

So the only thing left to do, as far as Castiel could see, was to sit back and think about Dean. He could have spent his time working on reports, or even refining his strategy, but honestly… He felt removed from Heaven right now. It was so changed; Castiel was so changed. The only thing that felt real and solid, aside from his love for his Father, were his feelings for Dean.

What a wonderful world Dean had opened up for him. They had been on exactly three real dates. Dean had taken him to dinner twice, a movie once, and tonight was their fourth date - a long drive. Cas was not exactly sure how that counted as a date though. If a long drive was a date, then what about all the long drives Dean took with Sam; the two of them were most definitely not dating. There were also the long drives Dean would take alone sometimes.

It had never occurred to the Host that love for a single thing, as opposed to a group, was possible. Love was an inferior concept to the all encompassing love pouring from an angel's Grace. At least, Castiel use to think that was true. Now there was no denying Cas got excited when it was time to see Dean. He looked forward to it like nothing in his entire existence. It was very possible Cas was falling a little bit in love with his hunter.

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Dean roared down the sun lit rural back road, his baby taking the turns like a champ. A streak of black set against the lush green fields; she was barely contained power and it was sex on wheels. He glanced over at his angel. Cas didn't really like riding in cars, but this was Dean's date.

He stepped on the breaks, silently apologizing to his black beauty for slowing her down, and turned down a partially washed out gravel driveway. Having spent his youth in and out of Bobby's house, he knew where all the good make out spots had been back in the day. Earlier in the week, he'd scouted out a few to see if they would still suit – this one was the best.

"Dean, since we are dating now, I need to ask – are we going steady?" Cas asked out of nowhere.

The hunter's brain literally did a spit take. Huh? "Going Steady? Like in high school with class rings and letterman jackets?"

"I already have a coat, and I don't require a ring. Though if you have one you would like me to wear, I will." It was said with such honesty that Dean smiled.

"AH – no ring Cas – sorry." Hoping that would be enough. Of course not. Dean couldn't even remember the last time he had even dated somebody seriously enough to think about this sort of thing.

"I might not have phrased my question well. Are you dating anyone else or do you plan to?"

"Fuck Cas – of course not. I'm a – um – one angel guy. Plus, when exactly would I have time? We're together all the time. And that's a good thing as far I'm concerned," Dean added quickly noticing the frown lines forming between those intense blue eyes.

"So we are going steady." The angel stated with no small amount of satisfaction in his voice and on his face.

"Sure Cas, we can go steady," Dean smiled fondly at his odd ball angel.

At the end of the driveway, an old brick chimney rose into the tree tops. The remains of the old house were lost to the forest creeping back to claim the land. A little spooky when he was younger, but perfect for trying to score. Not that he expected to score with Cas. Yet. Maybe. If Cas begged, Dean was sure he could figure something out.

Yeah, Dean was just that nice of a guy.

"I thought we were going on a date. This appears to be more of a job site," Cas said while looking out the windows.

"Not a job, I promise," Dean grinned.

"And not a date. We go to dinner and movies for dates," Cas told him, looking very serious. "Long walks on the beach are also acceptable according to Sam."

"That's because Sam is a princess. This is a 'Parking Date' Cas. Everybody deserves to have one good parking date," Dean's used the air quotes Cas was so fond. His heart was already doing that stupid flippy thing in his chest.

"A parking date?" Cas asked just like Dean planned. He opened his door, got out, and Cas followed his lead.

"Yep. That's when I take you somewhere and park the car. Then, we get in the back," Dean said while opening the back door and pulling Cas in, "and kiss."

Dean leaned over his angel's lap to close the door, and on his way up he brushed a light kiss on Cas' lips.

"Then, we can do whatever we want without listening out for stupid teenagers, bitch brothers, or cranky old ghosts," Dean nibbled on Cas' lower lip. "Sound good?"

Grabbing Dean's face on either side, Cas enthusiastically flipped his body around, straddling Dean before he could even get a startled moan out.

"It sounds like a very good date to me," Cas whispered.

It didn't take long. Shoes came off so they could get comfortable. Then, jackets and such were shucked, because they were in the way. At some point, Dean pointed out it was getting warm in the car and pulled Cas' shirt off. Next, Cas groaned that if he was shirtless then Dean should be a gentleman and take his off too. Dean of course complied.

The two settled into a languid rhythm of kissing and lingering caressing. The lazy glide of fingers across ribs as lips worshipped bared skin. Hips instinctively seeking contact. Breaking away from the angel for a moment to catch his breath, Dean wondered at the intimacy of the moment.

He looked at Cas, his chest heaving as he drew in ragged breaths. With those expressive eyes, lips completely kiss swollen and red, and half undressed, Cas was the very picture of sullied innocence. And damned if Dean wasn't aching to thoroughly dirty his angel up.

Leaning up into a tender kiss, barely more than a brush of lips, Dean braced Cas' against his body and used his lower body to turn them a little. Dean was now partially laying back against the door while his sexy blue eyed angel nestled over his thighs.

The new position immediately put pressure against both their shafts. Dean moaned while Cas started to writhe against the hard bulge in Dean's pants – building the friction up higher and higher. He bucked up into the tempting firmness.

An electric tingle went through Dean's whole body. Holy fuck he wanted to defile Cas. Flip them over, make Cas scream obscenities as Dean showed his angel how much pleasure the human body was capable of. How fucking hot would it be to hear Cas beg to be owned, screaming for release while clawing Dean's back bloody? Dean growled low in his throat, this was about to be over entirely too soon.

"Whoa, slow down – it's not a race," Dean rumbled into the quiet car, his hands slowing the erotic press of hips against his own. "Plenty of time," Dean murmured huskily to himself as much as Cas, pressing wet kisses into the valley at the base of Cas' neck.

The moan that crashed through the car spoke of the raw need Cas was trying to pull back. Dean was pulled into a kiss that sent his head reeling. Cas started with a stinging bite on Dean's lower lip that forced a ragged gasp from the hunter as Cas dove in, aggressively plundering Dean's mouth.

Latching his arms around the angel, Dean pulled them together. Their chests were moist with sweat and slid against one another. The movement sent a forceful rush of lust straight to Dean's cock. Feeling his body tighten, Dean pushed his protesting angel up until Cas was perched back on Dean's legs. There was no way either of them were going to last long at this rate.

"I want to try something, ok?" Dean said, noticing the fogged windows for the first time as he looked into Cas' face. With no hesitation, the angel nodded his head – still panting too hard to speak.

Reaching down, Dean undid his pants before reaching up and undoing Cas'. With the two of them in this position, there wasn't much room to move, but it would work just fine.

"Show me. Touch yourself for me baby," Dean whispered hoarsely, his face ablaze. He wasn't sure why he felt so embarrassed asking. With Cas already sitting half naked on top of him, Dean worried just a little that his voyeuristic kink might be a bit much for somebody so new to sex.

"I have never done that," Cas said with a hitch in his voice. Never been touched by anybody but Dean, not even himself. Dean felt his hips roll a little under Cas' weight.

"Jesus Cas – do you have any idea…" Dean trailed off before suddenly yanking Cas back down against his body. Dean's lips went straight to Cas' smooth neck. Without mercy, the hunter bit harshly into the flesh with bruising force, sucking while his teeth scraped the sensitive skin. This wasn't a little love bite – Dean wanted to claim Cas. His.

Cas grunted and grabbed Dean's head roughly pulling him harder into his neck before letting loose with a rough "More."

Dean growled. If Cas was so eager for his body to carry Dean's brand, then so be it. Dean reached behind his angel and, where he imagined the wings would come out, raked blunt nails down the smooth pristine skin. Red scratches glowed as Cas started to utterly fall apart.

"Touch me, please," Cas urged quietly while pushing away from Dean with his back arched and a low moan in his throat.

Without missing a beat, Dean reached down and started to strip his jeans off. It was difficult in the backseat of a car with two large grown men. Cas' hands rested gently on the jeans and they vanished, quickly followed by his own. One more reason it was handy dating an angel.

"Watch what I do," Dean said wrapping his hand around his straining cock. Slowly he moved from base to tip, taking time to rub his fingertip around in the pearls of liquid that kept leaking out.

Ever the good student, Cas followed the example and quickly tried new angles and various speeds. Dean watched his angel's face as he pleasured himself for the first time. Wonder, desire, ecstasy were all written across the normally stoic face. The sounds that Cas made were damn near pornographic as he fucked his hand.

Dean almost came when Cas opened his eyes and looked right at Dean fisting himself for all he was worth. And he might have been able to hold out longer, if Cas hadn't reached between their bodies with no warning and cupped Dean's balls, carefully rolling them in his smooth hand with a slight tug. That was all it took – Dean's orgasm overtook him.

"Cas – fuck! Yes," he yelled, tensing as pleasure jolted through every nerve in his whole body. His damn toes even curled with the overwhelming sensation.

When he opened his eyes, the look on Cas face was one of pure fascination, and his hand stopped mid stroke as he watched. Dean reached down and ran his fingers through the release on his belly, gathering just enough to coat his hand. He nudged Cas' hand aside and started moving his own slick hand up and down his angel's cock.

"Sexy as hell when I mess you up, Cas –," Dean growled. "Wanna' feel you come on me."

With those words lingering in the air, Cas' hand joined over Dean's and within moments, jets of white coated Dean's stomach, layering together with his own.

It took both more than a few moments to come down from the post orgasmic high and calm their breathing to a normal level. When Dean made a comment about needing a napkin, Cas simply vanished the mess away. Dean smiled at his angel. It didn't get better than this.

"Where did you learn that," Dean motioned towards his groin with a cupped hand tugging the air, "– awesomeness." There was no spike of jealousy over possible ex-lovers and being compared. No curiosity over who had taught his angel that awesome fucking ball yank thing. No anxiety over not measuring up.

"Was it spying on humans? Or research?" Dean teased his angel who was sporting a small smug sort of satisfied smile. Cas sighed a little before resting his head on Dean's chest.

"God – what do you do all day in heaven Cas? Watch porn? Cause you got skills man," Dean grinned.

"I felt it prudent to study both literary and visual records of various sexual acts and techniques."

"Can't say I have any complaints so far," Dean murmured, running his fingers through the slightly damp hair at the nape of his angel's neck.

"I am sure you have had plenty of practical experience, but I would like to feel prepared for when we have intercourse," Cas said while looking up into Dean's eyes with an air of excited expectation.

"Ah – yeah. Ya' know – this is going just fine the way it is. No need to rush into – um, intercourse," Dean spoke quickly, his gut dropping. "We're just fine the way we are, right? Hot sweaty sexy fun!"

"Have you not had anal sex?" Cas asked dropping small kisses on Dean's collar bone.

"Of course I've never had a dick up my ass!," Dean said starting to feel the bands of steel tighten in his chest. "You're the first dude I've ever kissed. Why would you think I would do that?" Dean felt like all the air in the car had vanished.

This conversation was not one he ever wanted to have. After going from 100% female loving super stud, he could now not only kiss Cas, touch him, date him, but even his jack off fantasies centered around his dark haired, blue eyed angel. Why couldn't that be enough?

Cas' eyes carefully searched Dean's face. He wasn't comfortable with any of this. Weren't they just basking in the glow of some pretty intense carnal activities?

"The act disgusts you," the angel stated plainly.

"It's just not – Just stop talking about it. I'm fine with this," Dean waved his hands between their naked bodies. "Just stop about butt sex."

"Would you be more comfortable if I were to be penetrated? I would not object to sharing roles in the bedroom," Cas asked, his face completely expressionless.

"God Cas!" Dean shouted, not noticing the angel flinch, "– I'm not talking about this anymore!"

Dean looked around for his pants before remembering they were where ever angels sent things they poofed away. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.

"One more question Dean, and then I think we can call this date over for the evening," Cas said with a flat coldness in his voice.

"If you are not interested in having sex with me, and you have made it abundantly clear you require sex on a regular basis for the entire time I have known you – including paying jezebels for it, then what exactly are you doing with me?" Cas asked and quickly disappeared off Dean's lap before the words fully settled in his head.

Fuck.

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