As you may have noticed I changed the rating now after writing this chapter, I guess you know what that means. I had no idea where this story would go when I started writing it and I'm sorry if I'm taking things too far for you. It's not too graphic though, I think. I just wanted to be on the safe side. Hope you enjoy.
Dean and Cas hardly noticed Sam leaving. They were too busy with each other. It had been a few days since they'd last been together like this and now they took a moment to reacquaint themselves with the other. They used lips and tongues to explore the other's mouth and their hands were roaming freely over their bodies.
"I'm glad you came here tonight." Dean whispered when they broke from their kiss the first time for air.
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I should have come earlier." Cas apologized while at the same time placing little kisses on Dean's jaw line, tracing it to the earlobe which he gently took between his teeth. Dean moaned softly at this and then made a sound of protest when Cas pulled back a little and released his ear to look at Dean.
"It doesn't matter. You're here now." Dean told him and pulled Cas closer for another kiss.
Cas allowed the kiss for a moment but when Dean's hands found their way under his shirt he pulled away again.
"Dean, wait. We should talk about this." he said a little breathless. It was very hard to not just enjoy this moment but he wanted to talk to Dean first, wanted him to understand, now before anything more happened between them.
"I don't wanna talk right now." Dean almost pouted and followed Cas who had taken a step back to steal another kiss.
Cas only halfheartedly tried to stop Dean and ended up finding himself backed into the wall with Dean pressed close to him. He turned his head to the side though when Dean leaned in again because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, especially not if Dean kissed him now. Dean hardly seemed to mind though and he sure as hell wasn't that easily deterred. He just licked and kissed and sucked the places he could reach, starting in the crook of Cas' neck and slowly working his way up. In response Cas shuddered in pleasure.
He found this to be just as distracting as a full-on kiss on the mouth. "Dean, please. Stop. We have all night, but we really should talk about the last week." he tried again but to no avail. Dean wasn't in the mood to talk.
"You're here now and we could just forget the last week if you only wanted." he answered against Cas' skin. He was slowly getting frustrated now with Cas' lack of participation and stopped his attempts to seduce the other man. He started to back away but Cas grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. Dean leaned in closer again and loosely put his arms around the man in front of him.
"I want to explain why I ran away when I saw you with Anna. Why I didn't stay to clear the situation up right then." Cas said and finally Dean was ready, though reluctantly, to listen.
"Yes, I wondered about that. It would have saved us a lot of trouble. But honestly, all that matters is that we're here now, together." Dean replied, dropped his arms from around Cas' body and instead gripped his hands and squeezed them reassuringly. Cas looked at him and gave him a small smile.
"That is nice to know, but still..." he let the sentence trail off and took a deep breath. "When I saw you with Anna I thought the thing that I had expected had finally happened." He held up a hand when he saw Dean getting ready to protest. "No, let me say this. It was all almost too good to be true, that you would really want to be with me. I think I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. And when I thought I saw you kissing her it just proved my assumption and that was all it took. It was stupid, I know, but I couldn't help it at the moment. It has happened before, so I thought I was protecting myself when really I just hurt us both."
"Cas." Dean said softly and in a pained voice when Cas stopped talking for a moment. "Why would you think that?"
"Because it happened to me before. With someone who was a lot like you. He had never dated a man before he met me. Have you?" he asked quietly looking Dean directly in the eyes. Dean could only shake his head. The pain he saw shining in Cas' deep blue eyes was almost too much and he felt the urge to punch whoever had hurt Cas like that.
"It went really well in the beginning." Cas continued. "I was so happy that I didn't notice the things that were strange. How we never went anywhere in public, how he had no time for me on weekend nights. Not even when I saw him with a girl at a bar one night did I get suspicious. I guess I just didn't want to see it. So I ignored all the hints until I walked in on him, in bed with that same girl. And then he pretended that nothing ever happened between us."
Cas looked at the ground now but Dean gently gripped his chin and lifted Cas' head until they locked gazes again. "Oh, Cas. So when you saw me with Anna you thought it had happened all over again."
Cas nodded. "I didn't want to be that blind again. I'm sorry I ran."
"I'd never do that to you." Dean whispered and bent his head down to capture Cas' lips in a kiss to make him forget about everything that had happened. And judging by the way that Cas started to respond after a moment and how he pressed his body against Dean's it seemed to work.
"Are we done talking now?" Dean whispered against Cas' lips. Instead of answering Cas just opened his mouth a little more and licked along Dean's lips until they parted and allowed him inside. The kiss deepened and became passionate with an almost desperate edge.
Dean pressed Cas' back into the wall again, his lips never leaving the other man's mouth. Cas started tugging Dean's shirt up and he lifted his arms to help Cas getting the shirt off him. When he felt Cas' fingers trailing over his naked chest he pressed closer again, feeling a bulge in Cas' pants that matched his own. He ground against it experimentally, making them both moan loudly.
Dean now tried to get Cas' shirt off as well but Cas had found Dean's nipple with his mouth and was now licking and carefully biting it, which distracted Dean too much to successfully undress his partner. But his moans only seemed to encourage Cas and he awarded equal attention to both nipples. Finally he seemed to notice Dean tugging on his shirt and he straightened and pushed himself off the wall and switched their positions in one smooth motion. Now it was Dean's back that was pressed against the wall.
Cas took a step back and ignored Dean's involuntary whimper at losing skin contact. Dean couldn't believe the sounds he was making but he was already too far gone to really care. All he wanted was to touch Cas again who was now slowly and seductively slipping out of his shirt before he finally came back to Dean who just stared in awe and waited.
Then it was his turn to explore the half naked body before him enjoying the feel of the hard chest under his hands and lips that was so different from what he was used to. He took his time, not wanting to miss a single spot, reveling in the sounds he caused Cas to make. Cas' hands roamed over Dean's arms and shoulders, slowly stopping at the tattoo on Dean's arm before moving on. He could do this the night, Dean thought, just as Cas suddenly palmed his cock and slowly rubbed it through the layers of clothing. Dean almost forgot to breath and leaned fully against the wall for support.
Cas seized his chance of having Dean's face right in front of his own again and kissed him while at the same time trying to get Dean's jeans open for better access. Dean realized that this was an excellent idea and clumsily he managed to open Cas' pants as well, mirroring his actions. Finally the clothes were out of the way and they both stroked the other's cock starting slowly, tentatively. But just as their kisses between moans and gasps became deeper and needier the movements of their hands got faster.
Then Cas suddenly squeezed Dean's cock a little harder, stroked him a little bit rougher and Dean came with what would have been a scream if Cas' mouth hadn't been covering his. And then Cas tensed and shuddered as he came, too. Dean's reaction had been enough to finish him off. He slumped forwards and leaned against Dean who put his arms around him in a loving embrace. Panting they stood like that for a while until the drying sweat on their bodies made them feel cold and they decided to clean up and then go to bed.
They lay in bed underneath the warm blanket facing each other and Cas lazily let his fingers trail over Dean's arm, finding the tattoo again. It was a handprint on his upper arm, as if someone had gripped him there and left a mark.
"That is an unusual tattoo." Cas remarked after tracing it over and over for a moment. "Is there a story behind it?"
Dean turned his head to look at his arm. "My Dad used to put his hand there when he had to leave and he wanted to remind me to take good care of Sammy. When we got older he didn't do that anymore but I got the tattoo to remind myself to look after Sam and everyone who's important to me. That includes you now." He softly kissed Cas on the lips.
Cas placed his hand on top of the tattoo. He had been right, in a way his father had left a permanent mark on Dean and he thought he understood Dean a little better now. Cas aligned his fingers with the handprint, covering it perfectly. "It fits." He left his hand there for a moment before he continued to speak. "But I don't need you to take care of me or anyone else except yourself."He knew that this wasn't in Dean's nature but he still had needed to say this.
Dean just smiled and pulled him a little bit closer. Cas propped himself up on his elbow and softly kissed the tattoo. Then he lay back down to just look into Dean's eyes and just enjoyed being close to him. Dean felt the same way but there was something he wanted to know, too.
"Since we're speaking of unusual things, Castiel is not a very common name, is it?"
"No, it's not very common. It's the name of the Angel of Thursday actually."
"An angel, hmm?" Dean whispered.
"Yes. My parents thought they couldn't have children of their own. When my Mom was pregnant with me it was like a miracle for them. And when I was born on a Thursday they gave me the name Castiel, because they said that I was their angel."
"An angel!" Dean repeated softly and then they just kissed for a long time that night before falling asleep until the ringing of a phone woke them up the next morning.
