Castiel awoke to find the pale sun of early morning streaming across the bed. The gold light poured across the tacky duvet pattern, making the clichéd paisley seem rich and exotic. It pooled in the dips and hollows of the too fluffy pillows that Castiel rested on, as it would a on a cumulus cloud. If Castiel had had a mirror, he would have seen how it danced across his skin, picking up the warm reds and browns in his hair, and making his blue eyes nearly silver in the brightest parts. Castiel noticed these things, but he dismissed them just as quickly. Castiel only had eyes for the man who lay entwined with him.
The morning light sang against Dean Winchester's skin. Castiel cautiously raised his head from where it lay on Dean's chest, and traced the light with his eyes where it threw bright tracts of tan and gold across his torso, dipping into blue shadows at the base of Dean's throat, up to the man's crown, where the morning sun caught every thread of gold that wove through his dark blonde hair. Castiel placed a kiss against the sun warmed skin where he had until recently been resting, his body still comfortably, if somewhat stickily, strewn across Dean's, their feet tangled at the end of the mattress.
It seemed so natural for Castiel, as he lay sleepy kissed across Dean's chest, to slip a hand under the sheets and wrap his fingers around Dean's soft cock, giving a firm stroke as the man stirred. Dean let out a low hum of pleasure as he woke fully, hands searching for Castiel across the bedspread until they could graze along the flesh of his back, sending rivulets of drowsy pleasure down Castiel's spine. Dean was hard in his hand now, and Castiel set a languid rhythm, stroking and brushing his thumb through the pooling precome at the tip as he kissed his way back up Dean's throat, enjoying each soft gasp that constricted it. It wasn't long at all until Dean reached his climax with a broken sound, spilling into Castiel's hand, back arching ever so slightly off the mattress before collapsing again. Dean's fingers traced down Castiel's spine to rest at the cleft of his ass as his breathing settled, his flushed skin resplendent against the simple cotton hotel sheets. Castiel ran his clean hand through Dean's hair as the man finally opened his eyes.
"Hey." Dean's eyes were flecked gold brown and green in the warm morning light.
"Hello," Castiel said, claiming a kiss from this beautiful sundrenched man, "You said you wanted to be up by ten."
Dean traced a tentative finger along the curve of Castiel's bottom lip before kissing him again.
"I think that may be the best wakeup call I've ever gotten," Dean admitted, eyes crinkling as he smiled against Castiel's lips.
Dean returned the favor in the shower, hands trailing down Castiel's chest to nest in his dark pubic hair, soapy fingers jerking him off with deft strokes until he was coming, head lolling against Dean's shoulder as they stood under the steaming jets of water back-to-chest. They washed each other's hair, laughing, and kissing, tasting of wintergreen toothpaste and hotel shampoo. Getting dressed proved to be a challenge, as Castiel didn't like Dean covering up and giving him less surface area for kissing. He had him pinned down on the bed in nothing but his boxers, raring to go for one more round, when Dean's stomach gave a loud grumble, setting them both laughing again and ready for breakfast.
And if they checked out of the hotel that morning wearing each other's clothes, well that was nobody's business but their own.
They were parked on the edge of some little lot a ways down the road from a pancake house Dean and Ellen usually hit up on the way back to Lawrence. It was early afternoon. They'd managed to check out by eleven, but the drive home was a little slow on account of Dean pulling over every few minutes to kiss Cas some more. Eventually they'd made it to breakfast. Dean knew the waitress by face, but she knew him well enough to ask where Ellen was, and "who was this handsome fella'?" in her place. Dean looked across as Cas, decided it was time to man up, and, steeling himself, simply told her "This is my man, Castiel."
Dean thought the poor girl's eyes were gonna bug out of her head, but then Cas was holding his hand across the table and Dean knew it would all be alright. Eventually the waitress managed to get their orders down and scurried back to the kitchen. The door swung shut behind her, but not before they heard her exclamation of "Darla! You are not gonna believe who is here, and with a young man!"
Dean turned back when Castiel squeezed his hand, laughing at the ruckus that was coming from the kitchen.
"Perhaps we should make our orders to go," Cas suggested with a smile, indicating most of the diner's patrons who were staring in their direction, "I believe we may be a distraction to the wait staff."
So here they were, crumpling up paper bags as they finished their waffles, sipping coffee and orange juice out of Styrofoam cups, safe in the front seat of the Impala. Castiel was gazing at the empty Kansas landscape, eyes focused somewhere far in the distance, and Dean, honestly, was focused on Cas. As if he could sense Dean's stare, Castiel turned to look at him, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smile. As always, Dean's mouth went dry as Cas' eyes raked over his face.
"You know, the first night after we met, I had the most fantastic wet dream about you," Castiel informed him with the casual air of someone discussing the weather. Dean nearly choked on his coffee.
"Oh yeah?" he tried to ask, his voice rougher than he intended.
"Indeed," Castiel said, "We were in the backseat of a car. It was quite similar to this one. I must have seen it in the parking lot and made the connection subconsciously. Anyway, you were all laid out on the leather seats and pretty much begging me to let you fuck my mouth. I admit when I woke up at the time I was very unsettled, but now I think it sounds…delicious." Without further pause Cas was scrambling into the back seat, using Dean's shoulder for stability as he awkwardly climbed over the leather upholstery.
Dean thought for a second he was having a stroke. He could only stare at Castiel in the rearview mirror as the man shrugged off his trench coat and began to loosen his tie.
"Dean," Cas said patiently, "We have limited time before I need to pick up Samandriel. Do you intend to stay up there, or are you going to get back here and let me blow you?"
"Christ," Dean swore softly, slamming his drink into the cup holder before practically tumbling out of the car to get to the back passenger door.
When it came to blow jobs, Cas didn't mess around. Dean had his jeans around his ankles and Cas' head between his thighs and either he had a concussion from slamming his head against the car window when Cas had first sucked him down or Castiel was literally sucking Dean's brain out through his dick because Dean's vision was starting to white out and he had definitely lost all control of his mouth.
"Dammit Cas, your mouth-your fucking mouth-Christ, so hot-so good-want you all the time-shit…"
Cas preened as Dean babbled praises and expletives, his forearm like a vice across Dean's hips as his head bobbed up and down, swirling his tongue around the head of Dean's cock before sinking down until Dean felt the soft membrane at the back of Castiel's throat. Dean's shirt was rucked up over his chest from when Castiel had started in on him, leaving wet kissing trails over Dean's stomach that cooled now as the air hit them. His hands cradled Cas' skull, trying not to tug his hair as Cas took him apart, mouth so tight and wet and perfect around his cock. Dean thought he might actually be about to pass out when Castiel released his grip on his hips, placed his hands under Dean's ass and actually pushed up until his nose was buried in the coarse hair at the base of Dean's cock. As Dean breached his throat Castiel moaned deep and loud, the vibrations shuddering all the way up Dean's spine, rolling his eyes back in his head.
"Cas-Cas-I-" Dean tried to warn him that he was close, in case he wanted to pull off, but instead Castiel looked him right in the eye and swallowed, the muscles of his throat rippling around the head of Dean's cock. With a shout, Dean's head hit the hard metal of the car frame for the second time as his orgasm ripped out of him. Cas pinned his bucking hips, pressing him into the leather seat, swallowing him down again and again as Dean came, Cas' name dropping like a mantra from his lips. Dean could only card his hands through Castiel's hair, chest heaving and legs like jelly as Cas finished him off. He stroked up and down Dean's thigh as he pulled off, placing a final kiss on his lower belly before looking back up, Dean's hands still cupping his face. Dean's breath caught in his throat, gazing down at Castiel, blue eyes blown wide, a drop of white still caught on the corner of his mouth.
"Marry me," Dean gasped, before he had full control of his mouth again. Oh shit. His heart stopped as he gauged Cas' reaction, though he couldn't fully regret the outburst. Luckily Castiel just huffed a laugh, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he climbed off of Dean so he could pull his jeans back up.
"Ask me again in a year or two, then we'll see," Cas said with a hint of mischief, folding up his trench coat and tossing it back into the front seat. Dean laughed too, fixing up his clothes as best he could.
"With a mouth like that I just might," Dean panted, "Jesus Christ." Castiel gave a little smirk, as if he knew full well how good he was at blowjobs, thank you very much, before leaning in for a soft kiss. Dean smiled against Cas' lips, reaching for his belt to return the favor. He was surprised when Cas stilled his hand, pulling away quietly.
"Don't you-" Dean tried to offer, more than eager to reciprocate.
"I'll take a rain check," Castiel told him, straightening his tie and settling Dean's shirt back around his midriff, "We should be heading home."
"But-" Cas silenced him with another kiss, strong hands on Dean's face. He pulled away after a minute, and Dean nodded in understanding.
"Come on," Dean said, opening the door, "Let's get you home safe to your brothers."
Dean leaned against the side of the Impala, waiting in the driveway outside Cas' house. "Wait here," Cas had told him, "I just want check on Samandriel before we say goodbye." So Dean waited patiently, but the next person to emerge from the front door was definitely not Cas. This guy was way too short.
"You must be Castiel's Mr. Winchester," the man greeted him, voice friendly but with a glint of suspicion in his eyes.
"Dean. And yes, I am," Dean told him, offering his hand, "You must be Castiel's brother."
"Gabriel," he said, taking Dean's hand in a vice-like grip, "I've heard a lot about you, Dean."
"All good I hope," Dean tried to joke, but stopped when Gabriel's eyes narrowed. For a guy under six foot, Castiel's brother was kind of intimidating. And in retrospect, he probably hadn't heard all good about Dean, given the last few weeks.
"Castiel really likes you," Gabriel observed, still smiling pleasantly.
"I really like him," Dean told him honestly.
"Not gonna turn tail and run away on him again, are we?" Gabriel asked.
"Not planning on it," Dean answered, standing his ground. He deserved this, but Cas had forgiven him, and that was enough for Dean. Gabriel stared at him intently for almost a full minute, tilting his head in a way that reminded Dean strongly of Castiel.
"I'm just gonna put this out there," Gabriel said finally, eyes flashing, "You hurt my brother, in any way he doesn't like, again, and I will gleefully plan and execute your murder. Do we understand each other?"
"Listen buddy," Dean told him, "If I hurt Cas, I'll make sure you've got the best attorney in the state at your trial, because I'll probably have deserved it." Gabriel raised his eyebrows in surprise, but nodded with something like approval.
"So long as we're clear."
"We are."
"Gabriel," Castiel interrupted, returning from inside the house, "I know what you're doing and I would prefer that you did not." Gabriel laughed as his older brother approached, giving Dean a wink that was only slightly menacing.
"Just looking out for you, big brother," he assured Cas, reaching up to ruffle the taller man's hair, "You know, your voice sounds a little rough. I hope you're not coming down with something. Nice to meet you Dean!"
Dean's face burned as Castiel shooed his brother back inside, Gabriel chuckling all the way. When Cas returned, he was rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger, a bemused but tired smile on his face.
"Your family seems to like me so far," Dean joked. Castiel chuckled, relaxing as he saw Dean wasn't upset.
"Gabriel can be…overwhelming," Cas said, taking Dean's hands in his, "But he means well."
"Hey, the guy wants to look out for his brother," Dean shrugged, "Sounds like somebody else I know."
"It kind of runs in the family," Cas admitted before pulling Dean in for a kiss. Dean rested his hands on Castiel's waist, keeping the presses of their mouths soft and chaste in the warm afternoon sun.
"Thank you," Cas whispered when they parted, low baritone still sending a shiver down Dean's spine.
"What for?" Dean asked. As far as he was concerned, Cas had freakin' saved him. Castiel just smiled, and stepped away, holding Dean's hand for one extra moment before he turned to go inside. Dean just shook his head and went to slide back into the Impala.
"Dean?" Dean poked his head out of the driver's side window to see Cas staring at him from the sidewalk. "Yeah Cas?"
"I'll see you on Thursday."
Dean grinned.