Hard Road

Part Four D

Castiel woke to the strangest sensation: a dull ache in a very awkward spot. It took a few minutes for him to remember what he had done the night before. When he did remember, a small smile graced his face.

He glanced over at the sleeping man beside him. His eyes trailed to the mark he had left on Dean's shoulder when he had pulled the Righteous Man from Hell. That had been an accident. He hadn't meant to brand his charge. An act like that was very deep and personal. It signified a much deeper Bond, one that he had no right initiating with Dean.

Cas sighed. It didn't matter now. He was fairly sure the time for completing the Bond had long passed. After all, if there ever was a time for the Bond to form, it would have been last night and... it hadn't happened. Dean would not wish to be Bonded to him, anyway. He may care for him, find him attractive and such, but Dean was not the type to "settle down" as Sam called it. He could not see Dean Binding himself to anyone for eternity.

Castiel felt the smallest tinge of regret at that. Last night had been... wonderful. It was... intense, emotionally and physically, and Cas couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like with his Grace intact. Would it have been even more powerful? Or would his Grace have dulled the sensations like it did for so many other things?

Dean shifted beside him before slowly opening his eyes. He gave him a sleepy smirk.

"You're thinking too hard," Dean mumbled. Castiel offered a small smile.

"I have to think hard. I have to compensate for your usual lack of thought," he replied, making another attempt at humor. He'd found it easier and easier and easier to come up with humorous quips and he secretly loved the fact that he could make Dean laugh.

Dean gave him a pleased smile. Cas wished he could keep the hunter like this. He seemed... happy. The weight he usually carried on his shoulders seemed lighter the longer they were here. Too bad it wouldn't last.

Dean reached over and slapped his arm, a small blush growing on his face.

"We, uh, should get up. We need to go over the stuff Bobby sent... and we should probably get cleaned up."

Cas nodded and carefully extricated himself from the bed, leading the way into the bathroom.

Dean stood behind Cas as he scrolled through the scans Bobby had sent. So far, no luck. He was about to call it a lost cause when Cas tensed up in his seat.

"What is it?" Dean asked, glancing over the page currently displayed on the computer screen.

"The book this references. I've seen it. Alec has a copy," Cas explained.

"Really? You mean something is finally working out in our favor?" Dean asked, smiling at their luck. "Well, let's go ask to borrow it. He'll believe you want to read that kind of shit. You pull off bookworm really well," Dean told him with a friendly slap on the back. The heatless glare Cas offered back rivaled Sam's bitchface.

Dean and Cas wasted no time in heading over to Alec and Jack's, with Dean calling Sam to fill him in on the walk over. When they reached the cabin, Dean slipped his phone back in his pocket and knocked on the door.

It took a few minutes for the door to open. When it did, Jack stood on the other side, hair wet and disheveled.

"Uh, hi guys," he greeted, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Hey. Um, is this a bad time?" Dean asked, worried that he'd maybe interrupted something between the pair.

"No, not at all, come on in," Jack offered, stepping back and letting them in. Dean walked in first with Cas close on his heels. "Want a beer or a soda?" Jack asked, walking over to the small kitchenette area.

"Beer would be great," Dean answered. He let his gaze wander through the cabin. When he caught sight of their bed, he froze. The bedding was rumpled and askew on the mattress and… two pairs of handcuffs were attached to the headboard. His eyes widened at the sight.

A door closing pulled his gaze away from the bed. He glanced over at the sound and found Alec leaving the bathroom, hair wet and tousled. He'd obviously just come from the shower. It was the first time he'd seen Alec with out his glasses. He looked a hell of a lot less like a geeky college professor minus the spectacles. Alec glanced up.

"Oh… um, hey. Didn't hear the door," Alec greeted them wide eyed. The blond man's eyes danced around the room frantically before landing on the still rumpled bed. His face flared red. Dean couldn't help but glance over again. He was hit with the mental image of the man before him strapped to said bed.

"Beer?" Jack asked, pulling Dean's attention back to the room.

"Oh! Uh, yeah, thanks, man," Dean reached out to take the beer Jack was handing him. His eyes caught on a red, slightly irritated looking mark on the other man's wrist. It took a second for it to all add up in Dean's mind, but when it did, his brain froze. Okay, so not what he had expected. It had obviously not been Alec cuffed to the bed then…

"So, what's up?" Alec asked, walking passed Jack to the refrigerator, glasses firmly in place once more.

Dean turned to Cas, hoping the angel would pick up the conversation, knowing the request would be more realistic coming from him. His friend hadn't even heard the question. Cas was too busy staring at the bed, eyes as wide as Dean's had been, face flushed a pale pink. He had no idea Cas would have even known what those cuffs had been for, but… he was apparently wrong.

"Cas?" Dean asked.

"Oh!" Cas gasped, turning back to them before clearing his throat. Dean watched both Jack and Alec blush again. There was now a giant elephant in the room and the hunter wasn't sure how to get rid of it. Luckily, Cas pulled through again. "Actually, there was a book you had the first day that I am really interested in and, well, I was wondering if perhaps I could borrow it?"

Alec blinked at the angel for a second before breaking out into a relieved smile.

"Sure. Um, which one?" Alec and Cas started to walk over to the other side of the room, deep in conversation about the multitude of tomes the teacher had apparently brought with him on this trip.

"So… uh… we didn't come at a bad time, did we? 'Cuz you could totally tell us to leave," Dean blurted out. Jack cleared his throat and scratched at his ear.

"Nah, we're good. Sorry if… I mean… oh never mind. We were thinking about going swimming later, want to join us?" he asked, changing the subject altogether for which Dean was very grateful.

"I'll ask Cas. I'm not sure what we've got going on, but give us a call at the cabin before you head out and we'll see."

"Dean, we should head back. You are supposed to call you brother soon," Cas called to him. Dean turned to face his friend and could see the angel was excited about something. Hopefully it had something to do with that book.

"Right. Yeah, uh, thanks for the beer. Call us?" Dean asked, walking over to stand by Cas.

"Sure. See ya," Jack walked the pair to the door and waved as they started down the walkway.

Dean tried to keep his mind on their case, on the book Cas seemed to think held the answers they needed, but his mind was working in over time, vivid Technicolor images were parading around in his brain, each one a little more disturbing than the last though the most disturbing part had to be the way he was hardening in his pants.

For all the times he'd been tied up, held down, restrained in any way, shape or fashion, the thought of that should not turn him on. But he had to admit, the thought, the idea, of giving up total control, of being at Cas's mercy, it was… not something he'd thought of before, but… well, kinda hot.

"Dean!" Cas called out, waving a hand in front of his face. He realized they had made it to their cabin, but he had stalled on the porch.

"Uh, sorry. What?" he asked, meeting the angel's annoyed gaze.

"I asked if you wanted to call Sam and tell him about the book or if you would prefer to wait until I have read it?"

"Might as well wait. That way if it's a bust, we won't waste his time. He's probably still going over his half of the stuff Bobby sent. That or playing slave to Hannah."

Cas nodded then turned to open their cabin door. Dean followed the other man into the small building that had quickly become so familiar to him. He was actually going to miss this little cabin when the case was over and they headed out.

He glanced over at their bed and noticed that new sheets were carefully made on the bed. Someone, hopefully not Sam, had been in to change the bedding and probably the towels as well. Great.

He watched Cas walk over to the small table and sit down. He placed the book on the wooden surface and began to read. Dean suddenly felt a little useless. There wasn't much he could do at the moment, though. Cas had the research covered, so Dean plopped down on the neatly made bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to get his mind to slow down enough to relax. Not the easiest thing.

Dean slowed his breathing and let his mind pick up on the small, quiet sounds of Cas flipping through the pages of the old book. Slowly, he sunk into sleep.

The first thing Dean was aware of was a gentle hand running through his hair. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the light in the cabin. He had no idea how long he'd been asleep and the light coming in from outside gave no indication as to the time. He rolled his head to the side to glance up at Cas. The angel was sitting beside him on the bed, a serene expression on his face.

"Hey," he murmured, voice dry from sleep.

"You were distracted when we returned from Alec and Jack's cabin. What's wrong, Dean?"

"Nothing," he hastened to answer. He wasn't about to admit to Cas just what he'd been thinking on the way back from their friend's place.

Cas let his hand trail down Dean's side, then along his hip and down to rest on his half-hard cock.

"Did you not tell me that we should be honest with each other? That we should tell each other if there was something we wished to try?" Cas asked quietly, hand gently rubbing him through his jeans, encouraging his dick to grow harder with each swipe.

"Low, Cas," Dean muttered, wondering if the angel might have retained a small amount of his grace, enough to read Dean's mind. Cas just shrugged, eyes glued to his hand as it moved along Dean's erection.

"I saw you staring at their bed, at the… restraints. Many people find that arousing, correct? I believe I've seen you watch porn that used that particular trope."

"Jesus, Cas! You watch me watch porn? Dude!" Cas shrugged once more.

"Dean, if you would like to… restrain me, I don't mind," Cas told him, finally meeting his eyes. Dean swallowed. Is that what he thought? What would he think if he knew the truth? Dean thought back to Cas's nervous trust as he'd told him about his desire for full on sex. He had said they needed to be honest with each other, right? If he couldn't be honest about this shit with Cas, who could he be honest with?

"Not exactly," Dean muttered. He could feel his face flushing and was embarrassed to find himself blushing yet again in front of his angel. He was worse than a teenage girl!

Cas looked at him in confusion. Suddenly his eyes widened.

"Oh…" he murmured, head tilted to the side as he watched Dean. "That… actually makes sense."

"How do you figure that?" Dean asked, because, really? It didn't make sense to him at all.

"Well, for someone that has a great need to always be in control of every situation, I can see how it would be arousing and stimulating to give some of that control up. To let someone else be in control for a while," Cas explained. And when he said it like that, Dean kinda got it.

"We're supposed to be looking for what can kill that goddess," Dean pointed out.

"It can wait. The full moon is not tonight. Dean, it's okay," Cas told him. Dean stared at his friend, green eyes meeting blue, and he could see that the angel was nervous, too. This was something new for Cas as well.

"I-" Dean started but stopped when he realized he had no idea what he wanted to say. Cas stood up from the bed, eyes going hard. Dean nodded at the angel.

"Take your clothes off," Cas ordered, voice hard and low. The tone sent blood pounding straight into Dean's dick. The way he said it reminded Dean of the time Cas had threatened to throw him back into Hell. The hunter immediately started stripping off his clothing. He watched Cas move over to their duffel bags. The other man pulled something out of the nearly empty bags and Dean froze, midway through taking off his jeans, when he realized what Cas was carrying.

The angel was holding two ties. One was the familiar blue tie Cas had always worn before this job and the other was the tie he wore with his FBI getup. Dean swallowed. His heartbeat sped up as he fumbled to get his jeans the rest of the way off. He wasn't really doing this, was he? His dick seemed to hope so.

"Lay back down."

Dean started to stretch back out on the bed and froze. This was crazy. He couldn't do this, he really couldn't do this. Cas walked back over to the bed and sat down beside him.

"Dean, do you trust me?" That was all it took to convince him that yes, he could do this. He wanted to do this.

He lay back on the bed, keeping his eyes glued to his friends.

"Put your hands above your head." Dean complied and felt a thrill go throw him as Cas moved to the top of the bed.

He carefully took each of Dean's wrists and used the silk ties to fasten his hands to the headboard. Dean tugged and found that he was bound, but not tightly. If he really wanted to, he could get out. Cas stepped back and watched him. Dean was starting to feel uncomfortable when Cas finally moved. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out the tube of lube they had stashed back there that morning.

"Cas… I don't… I don't think I'm ready for that," he spit out nervously.

Cas gave him a knowing smile.

"I know. Please, trust me."

He watched the angel crawl on the bed to straddle his thighs. He met his friend's eyes and found uncertainty there. It dawned on him that Cas didn't really know what he was doing here either; they were both playing this by ear.

Cas reached up and ran a finger along Dean's jaw then over his lips. He let his hand slide over to cup Dean's face in a move that was too tender. The angel leaned over and kissed Dean, gently pressing his lips against the hunter's. Dean moaned into Cas's mouth when the other man deepened the kiss. He was surprised to find himself turned on by the fact that he was completely naked while Cas was still completely clothed.

Cas's rough jeans were rubbing deliciously against Dean's naked erection. Cas pulled away from Dean's mouth and let his lips trail along his neck and over his shoulder. He pressed several light kisses on his mark, causing Dean to hiss as pleasure rippled through him.

Cas trailed his fingers over the raised edges of the mark. He continued his trail of kisses down the rest of Dean's body until he came to his dick. He paused over the leaking tip and Dean closed his eyes, ready to feel warmth and wetness. Instead, he felt a gentle breath as Cas blew over the head and moved on.

"Cas…" Dean whined.

Cas snapped his eyes up to meet Dean's.

"Do not speak." Dean snapped his mouth closed. Cas continued to explore every inch of Dean's body with his mouth, lingering kisses in some places, mere brushes of his mouth in others.

Dean didn't realize he was fidgeting and twisting his hands until Cas rose up and placed a hand over his wrists. He stopped moving and stared. At this angle, he had the perfect view of Cas's jean clad arousal. The angel was definitely hard inside the denim.

Cas moved away from Dean and stood up from the bed. He slowly started to remove his clothing as Dean watched. When Cas was naked, he moved back to take his place astride the hunter once more.

Dean keened when Cas finally placed his lips around his dick. Cas's actions were a little surer this time, though he still seemed a little off on his rhythm. Dean really didn't care. He felt his orgasm rushing nearer.

"Cas!" Dean gasped, the moaned when the angel let go of his dick with a pop. "Wha-?" Dean asked.

"I believe I told you not to speak," Cas told him, voice rough and fucked sounding. Dean was breathing harshly and his cock was bobbing against his stomach, aching for release. He tried to move his arms down to finish off himself, forgetting that he was tied up. He glanced up at his silk bound hands and cursed. Cas pulled back, sitting up on his thighs once more. He sat there, staring at the hunter until Dean finally gave in and fell still and silent.

Cas cocked his head to the side. He reached over and took the lube he'd pulled out earlier and dribbled a bit into his palm. Dean sighed. Finally. Only, instead of reaching out and taking his aching flesh in his hand, Cas grasped his own dick. Dean watched the angel stroke his dick, touching himself for the first time.

Cas's eyes fluttered closed as his palm moved over his rigid flesh. Dean's breaths came out in pants as his eyes stayed glued to his friends rapidly pumping hand. Cas moaned and threw his head back. Warm, wet streaks erupted from the angel's cock as he came, landing on Dean's stomach and chest. Dean bit his tongue to keep his moan in. He knew if he let even the slightest sound out, Cas would leave him hanging here.

The angel gave him a small smile and reached out with his semen-covered hand, and finally grasped Dean's dick. He moved his slick hand over the hard flesh only a handful of times before Dean felt his orgasm take over him. He felt warm splatters of come land on his stomach to mix with Cas's cooling spend.

Dean kept his eyes closed tight as his breathing leveled out and his heart rate slowed to normal. Cas leaned over and kissed his lips gently as he untied his bindings. Dean carefully lowered his arms, letting the blood rush back into the slightly numb appendages. He put his arms around the angel and hugged him close.

"Thanks, Cas," he muttered into his friend's neck.

"You're welcome, Dean… Dean? Dean?"

Dean found himself being gently shaken awake. He blinked, disoriented, and then moaned at the aching throb coming from his still hard dick. A dream. It was all a dream.

"Dean?" Cas asked again, a look of concern on his slightly flushed face. "You were dreaming. Are you… okay?"

Dean sat up and grabbed his friend, pulling him in roughly and pressing his lips against Cas's. He rolled them so that he was on top of the angel.

"Yeah, dreaming," he muttered into Cas neck as he kissed down his throat. The rest was lost in a blur of hot, wet, frantic movements as clothes were shed and skin pressed together. Whispered words and low moans accentuated the stillness of the room until both men gasped out their release.

As Dean held Cas, both half closed and very dirty, the angle gave a chuckle.

"Must have been some dream."

"You could say that."