Chapter Twenty-One

Warnings: Explicit sexual content

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. I've just been dealing with real life issues, as usual. I hope the chapter isn't too terrible :)

{Dreamer}

Castiel had disappeared upstairs to get changed, leaving Dean alone with the newly-discovered couple. He'd just dumped all the dirty plates in the sink and wandered back into the living room to find Jo and Adam curled up together on the couch.

Dean frowned as he watched them; they were completely comfortable with each other. Adam had one arm wrapped around Jo's shoulders, and Jo was smiling every time she said something, making Adam laugh.

It was... weird. Really, really weird.

Dean shook his head and decided that he needed to escape. He crept out of the room and rushed upstairs to his bedroom where he found Castiel re-dressing in the clothes he'd worn the night before.

The author looked up when the bedroom door opened and near-slammed shut. 'What's the matter?'

Dean's heart skipped a beat. Castiel could already read him so well. Christ. 'Nothing,' he lied, and Castiel just stared at him, head tilted, making Dean sigh and look away.

'Dean?'

'Fine!' Dean snapped and threw his hands in the air, making Castiel snicker. 'Adam and Jo, it's just... weird!'

'Are you unhappy that they're dating?' Castiel questioned.

'No,' Dean groaned. He flopped onto his bed and sighed. 'As long as they're happy that's all that matters, right?'

'Mm,' Castiel hummed.

'It's just a bit weird seeing them all... together,' Dean admitted. 'I'll get over it,' he added, peering up at Castiel, who was now standing beside the bed.

'I understand, Dean,' the older man said. 'It would be like suddenly finding out that Gabriel's dating my best friend.' He paused, a small frown tugging at his lips. 'Of course, I don't have a best friend...'

Dean snickered. 'I get it, Cas.'

'Good,' Castiel smiled.

'Like I said, I'll get used to it,' Dean continued. 'It's just... weird.'

Castiel nodded before sitting on the edge of the mattress. He leaned over Dean, who tried to ignore how the older man's half-buttoned shirt opened, showing a toned chest and hickeys and... Dean swallowed thickly. 'Are you more upset that they kept this from you?' he questioned.

'What?' Dean huffed. 'No.' Castiel just continued to stare at him with those bright, bright blue eyes, and Dean had to fight not to squirm. Finally he groaned and pushed Castiel's head away. 'Fine, yes, I'm still ticked off about that.'

Castiel smiled in triumph from behind Dean's fingers, and Dean laughed. 'I don't think they did it to hurt you, Dean,' Castiel said, pressing a kiss to Dean's hand at the end of his sentence.

Dean sighed. 'I know,' he muttered, ghosting his fingers over Castiel's face. He hadn't shaved and he had some serious stubble going on. Dean wondered if the older man had to shave every day. It looked really hot. 'It's still...'

'Upsetting?' Castiel tried.

'Annoying,' Dean corrected, waving a finger at him. Castiel smirked. 'It's annoying, okay? I can keep a secret.'

'I'm sure you can,' Castiel nodded. 'But I believe that they kept it a secret to make sure that their relationship would work without their family's involvement.'

'Yeah, and I get that,' Dean said, 'it just pisses me off. Doesn't make sense, but that's how I feel.'

'It makes perfect sense,' Castiel said. He leaned down to give Dean a soft kiss that Dean quickly turned filthy because... well, he was Dean. Castiel laughed against his lips and pulled back, but not far. The two smiled at each other and Castiel reached out to run his fingers through Dean's short, spiky hair. 'How about we go to my place?' he suggested. 'It might give you some time to get used to Adam and Jo dating without them being around, and I really, really don't want to say goodbye to you just yet.'

Dean grinned. Spend the day with Castiel? Hell yes. He sat up, almost head-butting Castiel in the process, and the author scowled at him as he rubbed his forehead. Dean laughed at him, which just earned a punch to the shoulder; and damn, Castiel packed quite a punch. Dean glared while rubbing his shoulder, which just made Castiel smile brightly at him.

Dean stood to get dressed, which wasn't helped by Castiel kissing his neck, his cheek, and touching his ass or pressing up against him. Dean fell right over when Castiel whispered something filthy in his ear, which caused Castiel to burst into laughter and Dean to grumble about the bruise now forming on his ass. Castiel, of course, just offered to kiss it better.

Damn sexy authors.

Dean grabbed his wallet and keys before leading the way downstairs. Jo was nowhere to be seen but Adam was on the lounge and he looked up at Dean and Castiel when the older couple passed.

'Uh...' Dean hesitated before saying, 'I'm going to Cas'. I'll be back later.'

'Oh,' Adam murmured, 'okay.'

'What's wrong?' Dean asked.

Adam shook his head. 'Nothing.'

'Adam...'

'I just... we didn't run you out, did we?' Adam asked.

'What, you and Jo?' Dean questioned. When Adam nodded, Dean snorted. 'No, Adam. I mean, yeah, you and Jo dating is really weird. But I'll get used to it. As long as you treat her right, and you're both happy, that's all I care about.'

'Are you sure?' Adam asked.

'Yeah,' Dean nodded. He wasn't going to admit that them lying had hurt; they'd figure it out. And hopefully he'd be over it before they wanted to talk about it. Dean had had enough chick-flick moments in the past month. 'So I'll see ya later, 'kay?' Dean called as he walked towards the door, Castiel following him.

'Have fun with your boyfriend,' Adam grinned.

Castiel's parting words was a very serious, 'Oh, he will,' his bright blue eyes darkening when they met Dean's. Dean swallowed thickly and Adam snickered as the mechanic ushered his boyfriend outside.

'You're a prick,' Dean growled.

'Mr Winchester!' Castiel gasped dramatically. 'Why I never... words like that shouldn't be uttered outside of the bedroom.'

'Hey, you were the one using it over and over again last night,' Dean grumbled.

'Which is why I said that that word should be used outside the bedroom,' Castiel grinned. 'I rather like dirty talk during sex.'

He wandered off to his car, leaving Dean groaning and rubbing his face by the front door. He wasn't sure he'd last until Castiel's; he might just jump the older man as soon as they stopped at a red light.

'I just hope my brothers still aren't at my place,' Castiel sighed when Dean had climbed into the car.

'We'll just kick 'em out,' Dean shrugged.

The blue-eyed man shook his head. Dean really had no idea what he was getting himself into.

{oOo}

Castiel didn't see Balthazar or Gabriel's car parked anywhere near or in his building, so he was feeling slightly hopeful as he and Dean stepped off the elevator and walked towards his apartment.

'Hey, I remember this hallway,' Dean grinned when Castiel tried to unlock the door.

Castiel shivered, feeling Dean press up against him, the erection that Dean had been sporting since halfway to Castiel's pressed snugly against the author's ass.

'Dean,' he muttered, and Dean hummed as he started kissing the back of Castiel's neck. 'Please, just wait until we get inside,' Castiel said.

'Why?' Dean murmured. 'Why can't I have you right here?'

'Because my neighbours don't need to see that,' Castiel said. 'And I'd rather ride you into my bed.' Dean groaned. 'It's a nice bed,' Castiel added.

Sighing, Dean pressed one last kiss to Castiel's neck before pulling back. 'Fine. Just get the door open.'

Castiel chuckled and did just that. He'd barely pushed the door open before he was grabbed, and he groaned when familiar cologne- and the smell of baked goods- reached his nose. 'Balthazar, Gabriel, lovely,' he drawled as he was hugged to within an inch of his life

'Oh, Cassie, you're finally home!' Balthazar near-shouted. 'We thought the worst!'

'Yeah, we thought Dean-o here hadn't stolen your virginity,' Gabriel added from somewhere to Castiel's left. 'I was starting to think that he was straight!'

'I'm not a virgin, Gabriel,' Castiel sighed. He pushed at the slim body pressed against his own, and when that didn't work he hit. Balthazar winced and darted back, giving his younger brother a pout.

'Well, of course not,' Gabriel said, and Castiel looked up to see that he was grinning at an uncomfortable-looking Dean. 'Dean here took care of that, didn't he?'

'I haven't been a virgin since I was twenty,' Castiel scowled. 'Now leave, please.'

'What?' Balthazar said. 'Why should we leave?'

'Because this is my apartment,' Castiel growled. 'And Dean and I are busy.'

'Gettin' it on?' Gabriel giggled around a sucker- where he'd pulled that from, Castiel had no idea.

'Exactly,' Castiel said, making Gabriel choke and Balthazar snicker. 'Dean and I are going to have hot, loud sex all over the apartment, and unless you want to see and hear that, leave.'

'Okay, okay!' Gabriel threw his hands up. 'I'm going.'

'Where are my shoes?' Balthazar muttered.

Ten minutes later Castiel had finally thrown his brothers out, the older Novaks singing love songs and making kissing noises even after the front door had been slammed behind them. Castiel groaned and rested his head against the door, and then sighed when Dean pressed against him.

'You okay?' Dean asked.

'My brothers,' Castiel muttered, like that explained everything.

Dean chuckled. 'Yeah, they're... uh, something.'

'You have no idea,' Castiel said. He turned to smile at Dean, who returned the gesture. 'Now,' Castiel said and pushed his hands beneath Dean's leather jacket. 'I believe we had plans.'

Dean shivered. Oh, yeah. Today was gonna be a good day.

{oOo}

Dean was in the middle of getting a blow job when his cell rang. He groaned and dropped his head back, but grabbed his phone from where he'd tossed it onto Castiel's night-stand. The caller ID read "Queen Charlie",and Dean groaned again. If he didn't answer, Charlie would just call and call and call...

And then call again, just in case Dean didn't hear his cell ringing the first forty times.

Dean had no idea how to turn the frickin' ringer off, and if he shut his cell off he might miss an important call from Bobby. So it was either answer the phone, or throw it against the wall and then go back to fucking his boyfriend's mouth.

His boyfriend, Castiel; the guy who didn't have a gag reflex.

Didn't. Have. A gag. Reflex.

Castiel was Dean's own personal angel, sent from heaven to satisfy every one of Dean's sexual fantasies.

Or, you know, just a guy who was really good at giving blow jobs.

Whatever.

'Charlie, can I call you back?' Dean said when he finally answered his cell. 'In, say, half-an-hour?' Castiel fucking bit him,the little bitch, and Dean scowled at him but then had to stifle a moan when Castiel licked up his cock. 'Ah... make that an hour.' Castiel raised his eyebrows, looking decidedly unamused. 'Two?' he suggested. Castiel's eyes narrowed, but he finally nodded. 'Two hours,' he confirmed.

There was silence on the other end- apart from the sounds of a TV playing loudly in the background- before Charlie said, 'Uh... you okay there, Dean?'

'What? Yeah, I'm fine,' Dean said. 'Why?'

'No reason... you know, other than the changing your mind in the space of a minute, and sounding like you just had some fun time with Dr. Sexy, and-'

'Yeah, fuck, I get it!' Dean hissed. Castiel, who wasn't an angel, but the devil in human form, had just sucked the head of Dean's dick into his mouth and was leisurely swirling his tongue around the tip while sucking.

Dean was either gonna fuck him or kill him.

Probably fuck him.

Make that definitely.

Castiel was frickin' amazing in bed.

He growled and tried to push Castiel away, but the older man just deep-throated Dean's entire length and sucked.

'Jesus!' Dean shouted.

'Dean?' Charlie demanded. 'What's wrong?'

'N-Nothing,' Dean said through gritted teeth. Castiel was smirking at him, the asshole. He slowly slid up Dean's cock, licked the crown, and then slid back down. Oh, and there were Castiel's fingers, sliding between his cheeks and-

Yup. He was now on the phone with Charlie- a chick who was like his sister- and he had his cock down his boyfriend's throat, and two fingers up his still-stretched ass. Just perfect.

'Charlie, I'm gonna have to call you ba-aack...' Dean didn't even bother stifling that moan. Castiel's free hand was tugging and stroking his balls, and really, how was Dean supposed to keep silent?

'Dean-' Charlie began, but Dean was so done with this conversation. He had been before he'd even answered the phone.

'Call you later!' he shouted before ending the call and tossing the cell aside. He threaded his fingers through Castiel's hair and hissed, 'Stop fucking teasing me, you bastard!'

Castiel slid Dean's cock from his mouth with a wet pop and grinned at him. 'I'm sorry, were you busy?' he questioned, his face morphing into a mask of innocence.

Sneaky, sneaky a-hole.

'Because I was under the impression that someone interrupted me while I was sucking on your cock; not the other way around.'

Dean wet his lips and gave his boyfriend his best cocky grin. 'So? What are you gonna do about it?'

And there it was- Castiel's eyes narrowed dangerously, his lips turned into a thin, hard line, and he slid his fingers from Dean's ass.

'Turn over!' he snarled and Dean flipped onto his stomach. Castiel was immediately plastered to his back, his cock nudging at Dean's entrance, and Dean moaned. 'Stay here,' Castiel hissed in his ear. 'If you move even an inch I'll tie you to the bed and fuck you a dozen times before I let you come.'

'Fuck,' Dean moaned. While that did sound appealing, he was ready to come now, thank you very much. So he stayed frozen to the spot while Castiel hunted around for the condoms they'd abandoned somewhere, as well as the lube.

It felt like years to Dean- but was twenty, maybe twenty-five seconds- before Castiel slid in, his cock easily spearing into Dean's body and making the mechanic moan. Despite Castiel's earlier snarls, he didn't immediately thrust into Dean like a wild animal. Which Dean had half-hoped for, if he was completely honest.

Instead Castiel just slowly pushed until he bottomed out, his entire body snug against Dean's own. He held himself up on both arms, bracketing Dean's head, and started pressing soft, delicate kisses to Dean's neck and shoulders, every third or fourth kiss followed by a gentle bite.

'Cas...' Dean groaned. The older man didn't need any further encouragement; he started rolling his hips in slow, gentle movements, sliding in and out of Dean at a smooth pace. Dean groaned again and dropped his head, eyes sliding shut as pleasure danced across his body. Castiel was a hot, heavy presence against him, their skin sliding together, made slick from the sweat they'd built up. 'Fuck, yeah,' Dean muttered when Castiel hit his prostate.

Clearly not wanting to drag this out, Castiel's movements sped up, but it still wasn't as wild as Dean had expected. Even their first time had been a bit more hurried; biting lips and hissed curses, their bodies slamming together violently as months of pent-up sexual frustration was finally unleashed. This was... savouring it, letting their bodies join, just enjoying sex. It was cheesy and girly and Dean had never had these kinds of thoughts before, not even in his other serious relationship. But damn it all, Castiel seemed to be the exception to everything.

'You're beautiful,' Castiel murmured, his voice even deeper than usual, something that still made Dean shiver. 'When I'm done I'm going to explore your body with my lips and tongue,' he added, breath ghosting over Dean's ear and making Dean moan. 'I'm going to kiss and lick every inch of you until you're hard again. And then you're going to open me up, nice and slow, and I'm going to ride you until we both come.'

That was it, Dean was gone. His cock, half-rubbing against the sheets, didn't need to be touched. Dean came and came and came, his body going taut, his muscles squeezing tightly around Castiel's dick. The author gasped from behind him, and then bit Dean's shoulder as he continued to pump into him. The pain just made Dean curse under his breath, still riding out the waves of pleasure, and the suddenly sharp thrusts of Castiel's cock against his prostate made it that much better.

When Castiel finally came, both men collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap atop the duvet; they hadn't even stripped the bed before getting naked, and Dean laughed as he rubbed his face against the material beneath him.

'What's so funny?' Castiel grunted, shifting a bit and elbowing Dean in the back. Dean winced but then smiled when Castiel rolled off of him and onto the bed.

'Bed's still made,' Dean told him.

Castiel just blinked. Clearly his sex-fogged mind had no appreciation for Dean's awesomeness.

Okay, so Dean was high, 'cause that didn't make sense even to him.

'You're weird,' Castiel muttered.

'Me?' Dean huffed. He tried to kick the other man, but his body wasn't responding properly.

'And now you're flapping all over the place.'

'Shut up,' Dean huffed.

Castiel chuckled and rolled onto his front. He pressed a kiss to Dean's shoulder before flopping face-first onto the bed. Dean giggled.

'Shut up,' Castiel muttered.

Dean laughed again.