A/N: (Smiles brightly). I think you are all going to be happy with this chapter. For my part, I am shocked and appalled at our heroes' behavior.
Enjoy.
Gabriel's Thursday had been going exceptionally well.
Ruby was being particularly patient with him in an effort to make up for eating his entire stock of pineapple tarts. Which was to say, she was intentionally missing him when she threw things. She had even waived his charges of breaking and entering.
Gabriel was keeping in touch with Ash and Sam, to follow Dean's every move as they prepared for Friday night. And Charlie and Jess were keeping up with Castiel's schedule.
So far, so good. A little nudge into a kitchen pantry and Gabriel would officially be redeemed for his miscalculation of sending Dick Roman to his younger brother.
Easy.
A knock at his door as soon as he arrived back from visiting Castiel abruptly changed all that.
Ruby came in, quickly shutting the door behind herself. She looked…worried. Which made Gabriel uncomfortable. Ruby got angry. She hardly ever got 'worried'.
"Sir, I've been trying to find you. Headquarters just called. They've scheduled a mandatory emergency Board Meeting for tomorrow at ten o'clock."
Gabriel blinked several times, frowning. "That sounds like…bad news."
"Yes, sir. And, uh, Michael left a message for you." She held up a small piece of paper with a few scribbles on it.
"Michael? You mean his secretary called and left a message from Michael, right?"
"No, sir. Michael, himself, called. He said, uh, that he needed and answer as soon as possible." She sat the note carefully on Gabriel's desk, as if it was about to explode. When she turned to look at him, he didn't like the concern in her eyes.
She looked away, before turning to walk out quickly.
Gabriel picked up the note and read warily.
Gabriel,
Please try to contact your father. Let me know immediately if you reach him. Do not miss the meeting in San Diego tomorrow. Exercise extreme discretion.
-Michael
Gabriel stared at the note trying to put the pieces together to better understand what was so important.
'Try' to contact his dad? 'If' you reach him? 'Discretion'?
What the hell was Michael trying to say?
Gabriel had never been especially fond of his father's protégé. Michael was almost an exact opposite to Gabriel. The man had been groomed from an early age to be the top Executive at the company. He had shadowed Gabriel's father for years. He was the epitome of a solid leader, devoting his life to the company.
So, basically, he annoyed the hell out of Gabriel. Plus, it had always seemed as if his father had adopted Michael as the perfect son. A more appropriate heir than himself or Castiel, both of whom had ZERO interest in leading the company.
It wasn't jealousy, per se. Despite Gabriel's anger at the man for emotionally distancing himself after their mother's death, he knew that their father still loved them. It had taken Gabriel several years to shake off the feelings of hate and frustration he had when their father poured himself further into his job after their Mom passed. But, he had managed to get over it. His father hadn't handled it well, but, then, neither had he. Maybe their father actually did want Michael to take over the company after him. Gabriel wouldn't exactly be heart-broken if that was the case.
But, Michael was…almost too perfect and loyal. Like a robot. He had impeccable social skills and said all the right things, but he wouldn't think twice about firing someone or instituting pay cuts if he decided those actions were in the company's best interest.
Gabriel pulled out his cell phone and hit dial for his father's personal cell.
By the fourth ring he felt a tightening in his stomach. It went to voicemail.
He tried several more numbers, the house phone, the work cell, his personal office desk number.
He finally called Naomi.
She answered almost immediately, her efficient voice ringing through the line.
Gabriel tried to sound unaffected as he asked, "Hey, Naomi! Just trying to reach Daddums. Where is he stuck at right now?"
There was silence on the other end before Naomi's hushed voice answered, "Gabriel, your father is…missing. We haven't seen him all week. I haven't heard from him." Gabriel felt suddenly lightheaded and tried to shake the feeling as Naomi continued. "That's…part of what the meeting tomorrow is about. You need to be here."
"Naomi. What are you saying? Dad can't just disappear. Check his credit card bill or cell phone GPS or something, for God's sake. He could be hurt and in a hospital."
"Michael and I have already tried all that. He…he left a note. I can't talk about it over the phone. Please come to San Diego. It's important. We think Castiel should come, too. I know he isn't a Board Member, but, the note…."
Gabriel tried not to release a hiss of frustration. What the hell was going on? Their father was missing? He left a note?
He thought about Castiel. If they went to San Diego for the meeting, then odds were they wouldn't be back in time for Phase Three. He weighed his options carefully.
"No. Castiel doesn't need to come with me. I'll sort this all out myself, Naomi. I'll take a company jet and be there in a few hours." He hung up his phone and sat quietly at his desk.
Where the hell is their father?
…-^o^-…
"Where were you last night?" Sam asked while he packed his books and papers into his messenger bag Friday morning.
Dean had been expecting the question. "I told you already, baby was acting strange so I spent some quality time with her." He spooned some cereal into his mouth as he stood by the kitchen counter.
"Yeah. You're just…unusually chipper this morning. It's kind of freaking me out a little, dude."
Dean tried to shrug and suggested, "Just pumped about tonight, I guess."
Sam looked at him carefully, before responding, "Okay. Me, too. And Castiel is going to be there again tonight, huh?"
Dean realized that Sam was trying to gauge his reaction. Damn, his brother was sharp. He kept his face blank. "Yeah. He had mentioned Tuesday that he was thinking about it. So, maybe." He shrugged and took another big bite of cereal.
Sam looked at him for a few more seconds before giving up. "Alright. Well, I hope he shows. I'll see you this afternoon for our rehearsal."
"Yep. Have a good one." Dean waited until the front door shut behind him before letting his face break into a wide smile.
He had been floating on cloud nine since last night. He had gone to sleep replaying the date over and over in his mind. Every single glance and smile. The way the sun had lit up Cas's face. The grace and speed as he plucked frisbees from the air with the sun setting behind him. The deep rumble of his voice as they sang their duet.
And his lips. Those incredible, soft, warm lips that had locked onto his.
Dean released a happy sigh. Then immediately sucked the breath back in quickly, reprimanding himself to act more masculine.
Sighing wistfully- really? The hell was next? Giggling? Geez...
But even after mentally slapping himself around a bit, and reminding himself that- yes- he still had a pair, Dean couldn't resist basking in his amazing luck.
How could Castiel be his? How had he not been snatched up and hidden away by now?
Dean remembered Castiel's words in the kitchen Tuesday night. He had just broken up with a boyfriend recently. The jackass had been talking shit about him, or something.
How fucking stupid WAS that guy? What could he possibly have to complain about?
Dean smirked, gloating as he finished his last spoonful of cereal.
Whatever. His loss...
…-^o^-…
Castiel needed to stop smiling. ASAP.
Charlie had turned away over fifteen women just that morning. Apparently, Castiel had been greeting people left and right, sending hand waves and smiles to everyone he saw on his way in to the office. It was causing CHAOS.
Even Jess and Anna were becoming annoyed. Each time the elevator dinged, the three women cringed, waiting for the next wave of perfume and click of heels to step out.
Charlie had stopped being nice when they hit the double-digits.
The next woman was met with a steely glare from Charlie as she slammed her hands onto her desk and snapped, "Listen, Ramona. A 'hello' is a freaking greeting! It's not an offer to screw. Don't confuse courtesy with flirting just because your desperate and horny! Now, take your damn macarons and leave before I unsheathe my katana and go 'Kill Bill' on your skinny ass!" Several doors opened up and down the office hall as workers craned their heads out to watch the commotion.
The woman, Ramona, clutched her fancy box of macarons tightly, yelling back, "We shared a special moment! We talked about the weather all the way to the sixth floor. He even chuckled, damn it! Just let me-"
Charlie bent down and the unmistakeable sound of sliding metal cut through the sudden silence of the ninth floor.
Ramona took the stairs.
The door to Castiel's office opened and he took a step out to look around. He was practically glowing, Charlie noted with irritation.
"You! You need to stop smiling and being nice to be people! Go back to being aloof and unsociable!" She pointed the long length of the sword in his direction angrily. Castiel's smile faltered as he glanced wide-eyed toward the other secretaries. Charlie kept shouting as the entire floor stared. "Just stay holed up in your office until the damn concert, okay? People are trying to do work around here!"
She watched as Castiel's smile returned at the mention of the concert. "Geez-Louise!" She groaned, "At least look contrite, boss!"
The elevator dinged and Charlie swung around to let loose another tirade.
Crowley stepped out and glanced around at the dozens of people frozen in place. His gaze slid over to Charlie and her upraised katana.
"Am I…interrupting something?" He asked, his tone chilly.
The sounds of scurrying feet and slamming doors filled the air.
Crowley strolled over to Castiel. "A word, if you don't mind?"
Castiel nodded and they entered his small office, the door clicking shut behind them.
"Oh, frack." Charlie muttered. "That looked pretty bad, huh? Am I…am I going to lose my job?" She turned her panicked eyes to Jess and Anna.
Jess answered with a small smile. "Don't worry. If Ruby hasn't been fired yet then you should be fine. Just…maybe, keep the katana at home, okay?"
Charlie looked at her dejectedly, "But, what'll I slice my apples with?"
…-^o^-…
Castiel tried not to shift in his seat as he waited for Crowley to speak.
If this was another Think Tank order, then Castiel was going to seriously consider refusing. It was already almost eleven o'clock. A Think Tank would take well into the evening even if they started immediately.
Nothing was going to keep him away from Dean tonight.
Crowley finally turned to him and gave him a fake smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Castiel Novak. I've been hearing nothing but good things about you lately. Your Think Tank results are getting us very positive attention." Castiel gave him a slow nod and waited. "I understand your brother is in San Diego today? Some sort of important meeting for the Board. Do you happen to know what all that is about?" His voice sounded innocent, as if purely interested in the latest gossip.
Castiel frowned. So, this wasn't about a Think Tank, or even Castiel. Crowley was fishing for information. "No, sir. Gabriel sent me a text yesterday to say that he was flying to headquarters and should be back in a day or two. I don't know what the meeting is about, though."
Crowley looked at him with the slightest hint of suspicion. "So, you have no idea, then? Hmm. Tell me, Castiel, have you spoken with your father recently?"
Castiel became more confused by the question and a little irritated, "I don't believe it's any of your business if my father and I speak to each other. Our relationship is not work-related."
Crowley seemed put-off by the answer, and backed off a bit. "Just checking. One hears…rumors. You know how it is."
Castiel had no clue what rumors Crowley was referring to. Before he could ask, the man abruptly excused himself, leaving the office for the elevator.
After a few moments, Castiel pulled out his phone and began calling all his father's numbers.
He was trying not to let Crowley get him riled up over nothing, but his father was always reachable by at least one of his phones.
When those failed, he sent a quick text to Gabriel, hoping that whatever they were discussing at the board meeting would clear all this up.
C: Call me once the meeting ends. I can't reach father.
He sat staring at his phone, thinking.
His dad was probably just stuck in the meeting with Gabe. Phones were usually not authorized in the Board Meetings for security reasons. Gabriel would get back to him with and answer soon. No need to waste time worrying about something that was already out of his hands.
Not when he could be thinking about Dean...
On stage-
In tight, thread-bare jeans-
Shaking his firm, perfect ass-
Perspiring under the bright stage lights-
NOTHING was going to distract Castiel from being at the concert tonight...
…-^o^-…
Tessa smiled brightly as the elderly man entered the diner. "Good morning and welcome back! Have a seat and I'll get some coffee for you."
The man sent her a warm smile as he moved to take up a seat in the corner booth.
She sat the coffee down on his table and did a quick check of the empty diner, before sitting down across from him. "I was worried that you might get sick from being in the rain yesterday. Are you feeling alright?"
The man's face crinkled into a smile behind his thick beard and his deep voice said gently, "I'm doing fine, Tessa. Thank you for your concern."
Tessa smiled back and asked, "What would like for breakfast? And, I'm serious this time-you don't need to worry about paying." She had been unhappy when the man had insisted he pay for his meal last night.
"I'm paying. Just a garden omelette, please." He gave her another gentle smile, and she huffed, but nodded.
Thirty minutes later, as he was finishing his food, Tessa resumed sitting across from him. She was hesitant to ask too many questions, but she was also worried about the man and his behavior. Sitting outside cemeteries wasn't healthy, and she worried that he was depressed at the loss of a loved one.
She decided to start simply. "So, I didn't get your name last night."
The man gave another small smile and answered, "I go by several, depending on the person. You can just call me Teddy. My wife liked to call me that."
Tessa nodded and spoke softly, "Is your wife the person you visit at the cemetery? I don't mean to nosy, but, I, uh, noticed that you've been sitting out there a lot the last few days."
She watched as the man nodded slowly.
"Do you have any other family? Anyone that may be worried about you? Wondering where you are?" She asked quietly.
He nodded again. "I have sons. Two of them. Well," he paused thoughtfully, "Three, actually, but...two that are mine."
"Do you want me to call them for you? Let them know you're here and safe?" She frowned as he shook his head slowly and smiled to himself.
"I'm very lucky, you know. They're great boys. One of them, the youngest, is the spitting image of me. Even acts like me, sometimes. Just a great kid." Tessa smiled as his eyes brightened while he spoke, "The other one took after my wife, right down to her sense of humor. He got her looks, too." He trailed off thoughtfully, before adding with a warm grin, "Poor guy."
He saw Tessa's eyebrows shoot up, and broke into a deep chuckle.
"Aren't they going to be worried about you, sitting out here all day?" She finally asked him.
He looked away, out the window toward the cemetery, his smile fading just barely. "They'll be fine, Tessa. They're tough boys.
The ding from the bell of the diner door signaled a customer. Tessa looked at the man carefully, then nodded and left him sitting alone, staring out the window.
…-^o^-…
Ash: Standby to initiate 'Phase Three' as soon as the concert ends.
Charlie: Aye aye!
Jess: Roger
Garth: Roger!
Sam: Ready
Jo: Let's do it!
Rufus: Got it.
Bobby: smoky
Bobby: orchid
Bobby: out kids
Ash: You need to turn auto-correct off, Bobby.
Bobby: Hive?
Ellen: Bobby and I are ready.
Ash: Alright folks! Gabe had to fly out for work yesterday, so we're down one. Just stick to the plan.
…-^o^-…
Castiel squeezed his way through the packed crowd.
It actually seemed like there were more people here tonight than last week. He smiled to himself. No surprise, there. Dean and his band were incredible. They deserved to be recognized.
He found Garth at a large table with Jess, Charlie, Rufus, Bobby, and Anna. They all smiled widely when Castiel appeared, planting him down in the center, facing the stage. They were closer to it this time, but with enough distance to still be comfortable.
Castiel leaned over to Anna and yelled over the noise, "You and Benny alright?"
Anna smiled brightly and nodded. She tried to shout back, but her soft voice couldn't carry. Castiel watched her mouth the words 'thanks for you help'. He nodded back.
Suddenly the lights went out and silence washed over the audience as they waited in anticipation.
Castiel felt his heart begin stuttering wildly. The darkness seemed to last forever and all he could manage to think was short, demanding thoughts.
Show me Dean.
Dean.
I want to see him.
Show him.
Need to see Dean.
Want him now.
The lights flared to life. The stage illuminated and there he was.
Dean.
Castiel's mind buzzed at the sight. Dean was lit up like a beacon in the night, his smile wide, and his eyes searching. The intro started for Foreigners 'Hot Blooded'. Dean and Sam laid into their guitars as Benny led on the drums.
Castiel sat frozen as the green orbs finally locked onto his and held. There was a flash of white teeth just as Dean stepped up to the microphone stand and began.
Well I'm hot blooded- Check it and see!
I've got a fever of a hundred and three!
Come on Baby- Do you do more than dance?
Dean raised his eyebrows suggestively at Castiel, not breaking eye-contact. Castiel tried to suck in air, but could barely manage a few strained gasps. He could hear his own hot pulse thrumming in his head and feel it humming throughout his body.
I'm hot blooded-!
I'm hot blooded-!
Castiel was already rock-hard and unable to pull his wide eyes away. Every time Dean broke eye-contact to move or dance around, his eyes always fell back, unerringly, to Castiel's.
You don't have to read my mind-
To know what I have in mine!
Oooh, honey you ought to know!
Dean winked and grinned widely at Castiel, causing the audience around their table to shriek hysterically, wondering which lucky woman he was looking at. Castiel tried to swallow thickly.
Now you move soo fine!
Let me lay it on the line-
Dean leaned forward, landing in a crouch and taking the microphone down with him. He looked directly at Castiel over the heads of the crowd as he belted out:
I wanna know-
What you're doing-
After the show!
You. Castiel's numb mind supplied as a primal growl rippled through him.
I'm gonna do you.
If I can survive that long...
…-^o^-…
Dean's body was trembling before they were even half-way through the last song.
He needed it to end. He needed off the stage. He had to get to Castiel.
Cas.
The entire performance, as the sea of bodies in front of Dean had swayed and shook, screamed and sang along, Castiel had sat like a statue in his seat.
But his eyes. Dean hadn't been able to pull away from them.
Even though Castiel sat still and unaffected, Dean could see the truth. His blue eyes had watched hungrily, gliding down Dean's body as he danced, gliding over Dean's mouth as he sang. He knew every time he spun around to shake his ass that Cas was watching him.
All Dean could see in the entire crowd were those two blue beacons. The swinging strobe lights had flashed across them, at one moment lighting them up, and the next moment casting them in an eerie darkness.
Dean felt like they were alone, the rest of the crowd just static. Noise. A distraction from the private show he was giving to Cas. Just for the two of them. Every smile, wink, word, and song.
The final lines of the last song poured out of him into the cool night air and the lights cut out.
After a few seconds, they cut back on to the deafening applause of the audience. Women rushed the stage screaming and reaching out. Everyone was on the feet applauding. There were whistles and shouts from every direction, adding to the chaos.
And Castiel was NOT in his seat.
Dean, Sam and Benny stood at the edge of the stage to bow and wave. Dean's eyes snapped over the crowd, scanning desperately for Castiel. The bodies had begun moving, streaming past each other, impossible to follow.
Dean felt the air in his lungs squeezing painfully in and out. His chest was tight. His eyes darted to every flashing face.
Where did he go?
Where is Cas-?
Dean jumped from the stage and began wading fast through the grasping arms and hands of excited women as they pulled on him and grasped his clothes. He heard them speaking, but he didn't listen to the words. It was all unimportant. He needed to find Cas.
A suddenly strong grip on his forearm swung Dean around.
And there he was. Cas.
Dean met his eyes and groaned painfully. Castiel's eyes were wide, pupils dilated. He was flushed. His hair was a wild mess. His breathing was fast and shallow.
This was the side of Cas that Dean had seen in the apartment just a few days ago. The look of barely controlled hunger and lust etched into his normally calm features.
Dean needed Castiel. Alone. Right fucking NOW.
His mind began to throw up images of places where they could get some privacy.
A storage closet? No.
The impala? No.
Ellen's office, upstairs? No.
There was a pretty spacious pantry in the kitchen…? Maybe? But that was all the way past the thick sea of bodies...
So far away-!
As he turned that way, his eyes caught on the stage nearby.
Or that could work….
Dean grabbed Castiel's shirt, yanking hard. They weaved and dodged hurriedly through the crowd as Dean led them around to the back of the stage. He practically shoved Castiel into the narrow space leading underneath the riser structure.
The noise of the crowd was muffled immediately in the cool darkness. Narrow slats of light shone in through the thin spaces between the risers from outside. The stage was just high enough for them to stand without ducking. The lawn beneath them was covered with a thick spread of tarp.
Before Dean's eyes could even begin to adjust to the darkness, he was pulled roughly against Castiel's hot body, hungry lips searching and finding one another's.
There were insistent pulls on Dean shirt and his belt all at once. His hands darted down, catching Castiel's, fumbling to assist him in removing them. Dean suddenly felt too hot, like his body was going up in flames.
His shirt caught over his head and he threw his hands up to rip it off quickly, pulling temporarily away from their kiss. He felt Castiel's hands slide around to both sides of his hips, then yank down his pants. Dean kicked at his shoes and socks, and used his grip on Cas as he shook his pants completely off. Castiel's hands slid quickly back up to graze across bare skin. He released a deep moan of approval to discover Dean had gone commando under his jeans, taking advantage and grasping Dean's stiff cock, giving it one firm stroke. A low moan tore from Dean's mouth and Castiel muffled it with his lips.
They both cast quicks glances towards the cracks in the risers. They could see the dwindling crowd moving further from the stage, milling toward the Road House interior and the exits. Only a few stragglers were taking their time, slowly walking and talking excitedly away from where the men were hidden.
A sudden shove from Cas pushed Dean into the side of the large speaker boxes. Castiel was on him immediately, pressing every inch of his body against Dean's, grinding their erections against each other's. The feel of his cock against the coarse fabric of Castiel's pants had Dean releasing a quiet, shuddering moan. Castiel chuckled breathily as Dean tugged helplessly at Castiel's pants.
He grabbed at Dean's hands, pulling them away from his pants with a strength that Dean hadn't been expecting. His eyes had adjusted finally to dim lighting breaking through the cracks in the risers, and he could make out the look of pure hunger on Castiel's face.
"Oh, fuck- Cas, please-" Dean moaned hoarsely as Cas's lips left his mouth to begin traveling down his neck, licking and biting at his protruding clavicle. Lower to lick and suck at one nipple, then the other, earning anxious whines from Dean between gasps of breath.
His scalding mouth sank lower, tongue blazing a trail down Dean's flat, firm abs. Dean's legs began to shake from anticipation as Castiel's mouth kept dropping.
Then Castiel was pulling back. Dean heard a keening sound and realized it had come from him.
"Dean," Castiel's gravelly voice whispered through the silence, sending a shudder through Dean's entire body. "Do you want me on the bottom?"
Dean's brain was not up for multi-syllable words at that moment. He just wanted Cas to go back to touching every private part of him with his hands and mouth. He managed to gasp out dumbly, "Huh?"
He stared at Castiel, who was watching him closely, and saw the man suddenly release a muffled laugh. "Never mind," he chuckled huskily, "Stupid question."
Dean tried to force his brain into understanding what Cas was saying, but it still wouldn't obey him. Having Castiel's hungry-looking eyes devouringf him while he was ass-naked didn't help anything.
He watched through lidded eyes as Castiel began quickly pulling his own clothes off. Castiel's bare skin was revealed, glowing in the thins beams of light as he moved gracefully. HIs lean form dipped smoothly to discard his shoes and pants. Then, he was lunging forward to return his mouth where he had left off, sinking even lower, and dropping to his bare knees. He reached out grabbing Dean's hands and holding them firmly at his sides, pinned against the speakers behind him. Dean watched in wide-eyed awe as Castiel's eyes flicked up to meet his as his tongue darted out to lick across the head of Dean's swollen cock. Dean choked out a strangled groan, and Cas abruptly swallowed him. Dean felt the air leave his lungs as his head spun dangerously.
He fought to free his hands from Castiel's strong grip, but the man held tightly, bobbing his head up and down, taking him down deeper each time.
Dean was losing his mind. Castiel's mouth was doing everything right. His tongue licking and twisting expertly. It was hands-down the best blow job Dean had ever gotten. Leave it to another guy to know what really worked.
Dean was choking on gasps, trying to control his lewd moans to avoid being overheard and discovered.
He glanced worriedly again through the riser slats. Almost everyone had left the lot. Small crowds were still gathered talking in the light of the Road house almost thirty yards away.
Cas pulled away suddenly, releasing Dean's trembling hands and darting to his pile of discarded clothes. Dean's shaky legs finally buckled and he slid down heavily on the thick plastic of a tarp beneath him. He watched as Castiel darted back to him, the familiar shape of a condom package in his hand.
Castiel opened the packet and rolled the condom down Dean's shaft with precision as Dean tried to reach down and help. His shaking hands only slowed the process down, causing Castiel to bat them away impatiently. Moments later Castiel moved up, positioning himself over him. Dean slid his hands up, circling Cas's slim waist and squeezing hesitantly as a sudden wave of nerves coursed through him.
Castiel's stopped, his eyes locking onto to Dean's with something that looked like apprehension and guilt. He slid back, away from Dean and his voice murmured roughly, "Dean- are-are you good? We don't have to-"
Dean smothered his words with a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue snaking inside Castiel's hot mouth, effectively silencing his concerned inquiry. He felt Cas hurriedly move back to position himself.
Then, he was sinking down tortuously slow...
Castiel's hands were tight on Dean's shoulders. He broke their kiss to let out carnal moan that rolled over Dean like a breaking wave over hot sand.
Dean fought the urge to buck his hips up as the delicious sensation of tightness and wet heat closed in over him. He felt Castiel trembling, heard the sharp gasps and tight exhalations.
"Cas- mmn- Cas are- are you okay-?" Dean worried that Cas was in pain, the constriction almost too much for him, too.
Castiel didn't answer, but he leaned his head into Dean's neck, his mass of hair tickling, and his breath scorching against his skin. Dean breathed in the now familiar scent of Castiel's hair, body relaxing at the gentle scent.
After the longest few second of his life, he felt Castiel finally bottom, with Dean completely sheathed inside him. Dean's breaths were coming out more like moans, but he waited for Cas, fighting the desperate need to move and create the friction he was craving.
Cas sat fully on top of him now, legs straddled on both side. At last, Dean could feel the almost imperceptible shift as Cas's body softened around him. Castiel gave a few small rolls of his hips, and released a obscene groan. His arms came up to circle around the back of Dean's neck as he whispered a husky order into Dean's ear, "Move."
Dean made a strangled noise and grasped Castiel's hips for leverage. He bucked his hips up, once- carefully, to gauge Castiel's reaction. He watched as the man sucked in a sharp gasp then released another vulgar moan. The beams of light lit up Castiel's face and Dean's watched with wonder as his head rolled back, mouth falling open.
That was all the encouragement Dean needed. He tightened his grip on Castiel's hips and began thrusting long, hard strokes into him. Castiel clung tightly to him, leaning his head forward, trying to plant small, fluttering kisses everywhere- mouth, shoulders, collar and neck- between his ragged gasps for breath.
As Dean's thrusts began to become faster and more uncontrolled, his grip on Castiel's hot skin started to slip. He ran his hands across the damp muscles madly, needing something to grasp onto so he could deepen his thrusts.
Frustrated, and losing his control quickly, he pulled himself out, ignoring Cas's immediate growl of disapproval, then circled the man's waist with his arms and swung him around onto his back. He pulled roughly on Cas's legs, bringing them up, then positioned himself back at his entranced and entered with one deep, slow push.
Castiel's hands shot up to Dean's shoulders and he raked his nails desperately across Dean's back. Throwing his head back, he let out a low, stuttering whine of pleasure. Dean resumed his desperate thrusts, pulling almost all the way out, before slamming back in hard.
Castiel was making incredible keening noises, broken by choked sobs and pleas for more. Dean felt himself tensing, his orgasm building fast, curling heat in his stomach and spreading tingling flames throughout his body. He reached his hand between them, taking Castiel in his hand and stroking in time with his thrusts. Castiel sobbed pathetically, grasping Dean's short hair and pulling him in for a hard, hot kiss.
Dean felt Castiel tightening around him, every muscle in his body clenching as he shouted, the cries muffled by Dean's mouth. Dean managed a few more sloppy thrusts before he quickly followed, his body convulsing with shudders as he emptied himself.
Dean collapsed, barely catching himself, trying not to crush Castiel beneath him, as he pulled out weakly. They lay in a heap of sweat and cooling limbs, feeling each other's bodies trembling with the last lingering remains of their orgasms.
The silence was filled by only their heavy breathing and low moans for several minutes. Dean's head was buzzing, his thoughts completely scattered. He felt Castiel's warm hand smoothing circles over his back. The chill of the night was beginning to set in, raising goosebumps on their damp skin.
"Cas?" Dean's hoarse voice spoke from the vicinity of Castiel's neck.
"Mmm?" Dean could feel the soft rumble from Castiel's throat just beneath him.
"Please come to all my concerts."
…-^o^-…
"This is ridiculous! Where the hell could they have gone!?" Sam demanded as Bobby and Jess returned from the parking lot. "So, BOTH of their cars are still out there?" Jess nodded apologetically, "Then where are they?!"
Benny appeared at the steps leading upstairs to the offices, shrugging his shoulders from across the distance at Sam.
Jo ran over frowning, "I asked everyone. No one's seen them."
"Cas was with us at the table one minute, then just… gone once the lights cut back on. We didn't even see him get up!" Jess supplied.
"I had Dean right beside me, damn it! They've got to be together, right? He looked helplessly at the rest of the group. "And where did Ash go?"
Bobby spoke up gruffly, "Checking 'round the lot."
…-^o^-…
Ash was circling around the fence-line of the empty lot, heading back toward the glow of the Road House he heard something.
He couldn't place what direction it came from or if he had just imagined it. He glanced around to the dozens of empty tables with half-filled mugs and empty bottles on them.
He waited for several seconds, but when he didn't hear anything else, he began strolling forward again.
The distinct whisper of a muffled groan came from the direction of the stage about fifteen yards back behind him.
He froze, back straightening and eyebrows shooting up.
He did NOT turn around.
Instead, he started strolling away at a quicker pace, closing the rest of the distance fast as he returned back to the flustered group standing in the middle of the Road House.
"Any sign of them?" Sam asked desperately, as he approached them.
"Negative, amigos. They just up and disappeared on us. Sorry." Ash bit back a grin as lifted his hands helplessly.
The group let out discouraged sighs and huffs of frustration.
Jess spoke up carefully, "Um, is it possible that they're already hooking-up somewhere? I mean, Dean practically undressed Castiel from the stage during the entire show. We all saw it."
Sam looked around in confusion as the rest of the group nodded in agreement.
Sam finally pulled out his phone. "I...I really doubt that, Jess. I mean, this is 'Dean' we're talking about."
"That's kind of my point, Sam." She gave him a knowing grin, lifting her eyebrows pointedly.
Sam's face flushed red as the others coughed to hide their chuckles. "He, well, he- That's with WOMEN, though. I mean, he wouldn't..." Sam stuttered, turning more red. He looked at his phone deep in thought, before releasing a shaky sigh. "I'm telling Charlie and Garth to stand down in the kitchen. Sorry for all the trouble, guys. We'll just figure out what the hell happened tonight and where they went off to, then regroup for a new plan in a few days."
Everyone nodded and began to separate, Jess walking over and wrapping her arms around Sam with a soft smile. "Don't worry, babe. We'll make sure those two hard-heads get together no matter what."
Sam returned her hug as he sent out the text to Charlie and Garth.
Bobby turned and began walking away to join Ellen at the bar. He glared suspiciously as he passed by Ash. "What the hell are you smiling about, boy?"
Ash just grinned cheerfully as he headed for the exit. "It's nothin', Bobby. Disregard."
...-^o^-...
Ellen: Your son and his gay crush are missing. Bobby figures where ever they are, they're together. Alone. Get that $500 ready.
Mary: From both of us, sincerely: : p
Ellen: $1000?
Mary: Deal.
Next up: Dean makes Sam breakfast.
Dean descends into the terrifying world of Ash's sex tutelage.
Dean finds Lucifer incarcerated.