It was finally here.
The last month of summer vacation.
The metaphorical month long Sunday that everyone and their mother dreaded.
August meant two more weeks with Dean.
Two weeks.
Those two weeks were going to feel more like two hours of anything. Castiel knew that they were going to be difficult, and they were going to be quick. That's what scared him.
He was scared these two weeks were going to flash before his eyes and the next thing he'd know he'd be kissing Dean goodbye for the last time that summer. Maybe the last time ever.
And there wasn't anything he could do about it besides spend as much time with Dean as he could.
A lot can happen in two weeks.
August first was spent going to see a movie with Dean, but somehow they had ended up in the backseat of the Impala at the bottom of the hill.
The past week or so was somewhat uneventful compared to the two days of Castiel running off and then coming out to his mother.
Gabriel hadn't called her yet, and Castiel wasn't going to push him to.
The relationship between Benny and Cas had improved surprisingly, and Dean was more than happy to hear it. Cas actually thought of him as a friend. He didn't absolutely dread being around him anymore, not after their talk in the basement. He felt horrible for the way he had treated Benny. He apologized over and over again, and Benny just shrugged saying,
"We've all been there one way or another, brother."
The relationship between Dean and his family had also improved greatly. Chuck was constantly asking Castiel if Dean was coming over, he was almost as annoying as Samandriel. Chuck admitted that what he liked about Dean was simply how interesting he was, and how easy it was to talk to him. Lucifer had taken a shine to Dean once they realized they had the same taste in music. Anna liked his sense of humor and how sweetly he treated her little brother. Gabriel's opinion on Dean didn't really change. He liked being around him as much as he did before. They both shared that same goofy-ness and trickster sort of nature. Samandriel's opinion hadn't changed either. He of course loved how playful and kind Dean was. And while Micheal was still being awkward about the whole situation, he didn't actually hate being around Dean. He actually told Castiel that he liked and agreed on a lot of the same things Dean had to say. They all liked little bits of Dean that Cas loved all together.
However, there had been one thing that had been bothering Castiel lately. Dean had yet to tell his own father about him and Castiel. Cas was letting him take his time with it of course, but it made him feel odd that Dean was getting closer with Chuck and Cas didn't know a thing about John. He hadn't even sat down and talked with him once the entire time he's known Dean. From the stories he's been told; John Winchester honestly just seemed like an overworked dad doing his best, but how could he know for sure unless he properly met him?
He tried not to think about all that now.
"I love you," he gasped, as Dean nuzzled his nose into his neck, peppering kisses down his collar bone.
Led Zeppelin was playing on one of Deans cassette tapes. Traveling Riverside Blues. The sky was vacant of any moon, but God, were the stars sparkling tonight. Castiel swore he could see every last one.
"I love you," echoed Dean.
They were down to their boxer shorts by now. Panting hot and heavy on each other. Deans breath still smelled of buttered popcorn, and his lips were being licked clean of the last bits of salt.
"D-D-Dean-" said Cas, as Dean rubbed the crotch of his shorts teasingly with his palm, "Dean-please!"
"Who knew Catholics could be so dirty," Dean whispered in his ear, "you gonna beg some more?"
"Are you really gonna bring up religion at a time like this," Castiel panted, shooting him a look while running the pads of his fingers down Deans abdomen, "because if you do that I'll end up thinking about the nuns and feeling extremely guilty-"
"Okay, no more Catholic talk," said Dean with a shiver, "back to this." He pressed his mouth against Castiels, jutting his hips forward to grind against him. Castiel moaned, rolling his hips back in response.
"Dean-Dean," he parted, "I-I want to."
Dean stared back down at him, green eyes all too innocent for what they were doing, "What?"
"I want to, Dean. I want to have sex with you."
"Oh-Oh!" Dean sat back, "You sure? You're positive, Cas?"
Castiel nodded as Dean reached into the glove department to grab a condom and a small bottle of lube.
"You really sure?" he asked again, "You're not saying it just because you're gonna be gone soon are you?"
Castiel stared blankly up at him.
"'Cause, Cas, believe me I want to do this-but I don't want you to feel like you have to or anything."
"Dean Winchester," Cas wrapped his arm around the back of his neck, pulling Dean towards his face and kissing him deep and slowly. When they parted he finished, "I want to. I'm ready to."
Dean just nodded, his cheeks flushed as pink as his lips.
"So-do you-?"
"Would you bottom?"
Deans eyes sparked, nodding excitedly. "Ye-yeah! Hell yeah!"
He shoved the lube and condom into Castiels hands and rolled over on his stomach on the leather seats.
"Go for it, Cas," he said.
Castiels heart was racing now, and while he felt nervous the nerves were overcome by the want and need that coursed through his blood.
He dug his fingers into the elastic of Deans underwear and jerked them down to his ankles. He then globed his fingers with the lube and started fingering Deans hole.
Deans shoulders tensed at his touch, his head dipping down to the seats as he groaned and panted. He instructed Cas on where to touch and what to do, telling him the right way to crook his finger, and "Yeah-yeah, Cas right there-" Dean growled through clenched teeth, rutting against the seat like it was his fucking business.
Castiel could hardly stand waiting any longer.
When Dean was prepped he jerked down his own underwear and ripped the condom out of its wrapper. He put it over his dick, lathering more lube on before finally slipping it inside Dean. He pushed in with a low growl vibrating in his throat, and Dean hissing out a tight whine.
He then pulled back out and rocked back in, finding a rhythm and grunting with every thrust. Dean was moaning and whining, his cheek pressed against the leather. He would sputter between gasps;
"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, Cas," and "Castiel-yeah, baby-"
Castiels neck beaded with sweat, his heart pumping with warmth and adrenaline. He continued rocking into Dean, feeling him tighten around his dick-and Jesus fucking Christ Dean that felt so good-it was so hot and right and God I could stay like this forever.
He didn't want this to end. He thought he was going to explode if it ever did. He didn't want to do this with anyone else. Ever. He didn't want to sit in the back of someone elses car unless it was an Impala named Baby. He didn't want to make out with anyone else unless their name was Dean Winchester. He could spend his whole life here. He could spend his whole life anywhere as long as Dean was with him.
"Fuck," he muttered with another thrust, getting another moan out of Dean below him, "fuckfuckfuck-"
His nails pinched at Deans skin when Dean clenched around him again, nailing his prostate.
Dean grunted, letting out a slight squeal of, "God Cas, You're so awesome-"
Castiel held onto hips tightly and began moving into him faster. Dean snarled into the leather. Castiel held back the urge to realize the tiny squeals of pleasure that were building up in his throat.
This feeling was unlike any other. The warmth, the pressure, the heat bubbling in his abdomen. His brain was all a whir, and he almost felt an animalistic hunger and greed for this feeling.
Sex is amazing, was his only coherent thought.
He was possibly crushing Deans hips with his hands, and he worried for a split second that there would be bruises for him to explain later, but then with a snap of his hips that had Dean howling-he suddenly forgot all about it. He was pulling and pushing inside of Dean and it felt so-awesome. Everything was so awesome. At least that was what Dean would say.
Castiels fingers twitched, Dean arched, clenching around Cas's dick again. He was basically humping the leather seats by now, craving some sort of friction to give him relief. Dean suddenly let out a wet gasp, his whole body tensing up as he released himself all over the black seat. One last thrust and Cas was gone. He shouted, and with a few final pushes he was still. He took a few deep breathes before pulling out. He took off the cum soaked condom and tossed it out the window like before.
Dean rolled over and Castiel laid on his sweaty chest. Cuddling in the Impala had proved to be impossible and uncomfortable before, but neither of them could move. So they sat uncomfortably and sweaty, listening to Deans mix tape play another song. Castiel could have fallen asleep like this.
He traced shapes on Deans chest, connecting the freckles like they were constellations. Dean giggled when he did.
"That tickles."
"Sorry."
He let his hand fall flat in the middle of his chest. Dean scratched his nails on Castiels back, humming along with the song that was playing.
"I love you, Dean." Castiel whispered, though he didn't need to.
Dean smiled, not opening his eyes, "I love you too, Castiel."
There was a moment of silence were only John Lennon spoke through the radio, and the crickets and frogs outside made their presence known. It was quite peaceful. Castiel thought about falling asleep again.
Until Dean started laughing, and his head shook with every quake of Deans chest.
"I don't think I've ever heard someone say the f-word so much in my life." he said.
Castiel couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face, "You just bring it out of me I guess."
"If the nuns wouldn't have burst into the flames before, I'm sure they would have if they heard you talking like that."
Castiel started laughing, "Probably."
Deans eyes fluttered open like the beat of a butterflies wing. He brought his hand up to play with the hair on the back of Castiels head, and then pulled him up to kiss him on the mouth.
"I'm crazy about you." he told him, green eyes as wild and reckless as ever. "I really am."
"Your dad's not."
"Oh, baby," Dean threw his head back, "why do you have to bring him up during pillow talk, huh?"
"Because I want him to like me." said Cas.
"Cas, he doesn't like anything. Even if I did introduce you guys theres nothing you could do to make him like you."
Castiel pouted, tracing his finger in a circle on Deans chest again, "I'm just sick of being a secret. I thought I liked it before, but I don't want us to be hiding anymore. I feel like it makes us something dirty and wrong."
"We're not something dirty or wrong, baby, you know that," said Dean, rubbing Castiels shoulders comfortingly, "I'm just...worried about how he'll take it. I mean, he wasn't that bad when I came out-but I just don't know how he'll react when he finds out I'm dating a guy. I think he was still convincing himself that I could be straight. I don't want him to flip out on us and ruin the rest of the summer."
"Yeah," said Castiel softly, "I understand. You and my dad just seem so close lately."
Dean smirked, "You jealous?"
"No."
"Do you think your dad is stealing me from you?"
Cas tried to hide his face, "No."
"Cas, c'mon," Dean snickered, "I love you. Your family is great, trust me, but you're the one I'm in love with. I'm not givin' you up for anything."
Castiel nuzzled back into Deans chest, smiling against his freckled skin, "I'll love you forever, Dean Winchester."
Dean seemed to freeze, his muscles tensing up again. Castiel felt a spike of anxiety and picked his head up at once. "What?"
"Don't-" Dean choked, "don't say that, okay?"
"Why not?"
"Because I'll believe it...and-we don't have a forever, Cas."
Castiel caressed his stubbly cheek, smoothing his thumb over his cheekbones and under his eyes. Going over every brown sugar colored freckle he could see.
"But it's true." He said softly, "I know I will."
"Cas-" Dean held onto his wrist.
"I want to stay with you, Dean," Castiel blurted, "I want to stay here in Louisiana. When I think about my future-you're in it. I think about Christmas and you're there, I think about New Years, Valentines Day, graduation-I think about all that and I want to spend it with you. I want you to be there with me."
"Baby," Dean was sitting up now and holding him, "baby, I know...I want to spend it with you too."
"You mean so much to me," Castiel blubbered, "I don't wanna leave you. It's gonna hurt so bad."
"I know." he hushed him. "I'm so sorry, Cas, baby, I'm so sorry."
He kissed the top of his head, muttering under his breath, "You're the best thing thats ever happened to me."
The rest of that night was spent holding hands and sharing sweet little kisses. Playing with each others hair while sharing whispers of I love yous. They made promises that would seem impossible to keep. But they had hope.
The next day Castiel spent at Balthazars.
It was another boiling hot day in Louisiana, and they were all spending it poolside. Castiel of course, was sitting in a lawn chair and reading his book.
His aunt Rachel came out with a silver platter loaded with lemonade and chocolate chip cookies. She came down to him and offered it to him.
"Where's Dean today?" she asked after he took the food.
"Working." he said, "I told him to tell Sam that he could come if he liked, but I don't know if Dean likes him walking here by himself."
Aunt Rachel shook her head, "Poor Sammy. He can't jump in a mud puddle without Dean having a heart attack."
"Tell me about it."
She ruffled his hair affectionately before turning on her heel and heading back inside. She left the tray of cookies and lemonade on the patio table however, and the smell of sweets was going to attract Gabriel sooner or later.
It turned out to be sooner.
His golden hair shined in the sunlight like the lemonade in the glass Cas was drinking. He resurfaced from the water, and caught one whiff of those chocolate chip cookies. His head whipped around so fast Castiel thought he heard it crack.
He then tumbled out of the pool, sweet tooth watering, and made it to the patio table to stuff his face far too much. By the time he was there the others had only started to notice that refreshments were waiting for them, and were racing each other out of the pool to grab whatever Gabriel didn't get his little hands on.
Once Gabriel got enough cookies to satisfy his sweet tooth, he came to sit by his brother. He was still licking melted chocolate off his fingers.
"Whats up, squirt? Book character having difficulties?"
"Yeah," he sighed, closing it, "it's getting a little bit too much for me. I have to take a break."
"So," Gabriel twisted in the chair, "how was your date last night? You never told me."
"It was fun." said Cas.
"That's all I get?" said Gabe, "'it was fun'. C'mon, Cassie, give me the juicy details!"
Castiel tried not to blush, "What juicy details?"
"C'mon! You were practically glowing last night when you came home! Did he do the popcorn bucket trick in the theater?"
"What? No! Dean would never-"
"Did you guys at least make out in his car or something? You came home a bit later. Dad didn't care or anything, but you obviously did something after the movies, bro."
Castiel went quiet, re-opening his book and hiding his face behind it.
"Cas." pestered Gabriel, "Castiel, you made out in his car didn't you?"
Castiel pressed his nose deeper into the binding.
"C'mon, man, I'm your big bro! What did you guys do last night just tell me."
Castiel peeked up over his book at his brother for a moment before quickly flashing back to the pages he wasn't reading. Apparently a moment was all Gabriel needed.
"No." He said, his voice dropping slightly, "No. No way."
"What?" said Castiel.
"I know that look. I should have known last night-but-shit, Cas!" He turned his voice to a whisper, leaning closer to his brother, "You had sex last night!"
Castiel turned scarlet, "Gabriel!"
"Holy shit, you totally did!" he clamped a hand over his mouth, amber eyes wider than dinner plates, "You totally had sex last night!"
Castiel hissed at him to shut up.
"Cassie, holy crap," He grabbed him by the shoulders, "tell me-how does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?"
"Stop it!" Castiel wiggled away from him, "Someones gonna hear you!"
Then he added, looking sheepishly at his toes, "Honestly...I feel pretty great."
Gabriel gave a quiet hooruah by pumping his fist in the air, grinning like a maniac. "Oh, Cas, I'm so happy for you, kiddo! Was it good?"
Castiel started giggling and blushing like crazy. He nodded, his eyebrows wiggling as he spoke, "Yeah, it was really good."
"Shit, kid," Gabriel slugged him in the arm, "where did you go? Was it everything you hoped it be? Like it wasn't a bad experience at all?" he then put his hand in front of his mouth and whispered again, "who was the pitcher and who was the catcher?"
"It was in the Impala, and yes. It was a wonderful experience, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. And I get that reference now! I-I was the um...the pitcher."
It was Gabriels turn to blush now. "Jesus Christ. Castiel James Shurley."
Castiel shrugged, innocent-like. "What?"
"I always thought Dean woulda topped."
"It was all right, but next time-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Gabriel waved his hands in front of him, cutting his brother off, "I don't wanna hear the rest of that sentence, little bro. I've found out enough information about you today."
Castiel just grinned.
"Gabriel, you lardass," Balthazar scolded, storming over to them now, "You practically ate the whole damn batch!"
"I'm a growing boy."
"You haven't grown since third grade."
"Hey, hey, hey," said Gabe, "thats an exaggeration."
Balthazar rolled his eyes, "You're ridiculous, and I hate you."
Gabriel patted his belly, "I'm just more to love, Balthy."
Balthazar opened his mouth to retort, but was forced to keep it to himself when his mother poked her head out the door and asked to see him in the kitchen for a moment.
"She's probably going to yell at me for letting you eat all the cookies." he said anyway, before heading to the door.
"Bring me back some milk!" He shouted to Balthazars back.
"I think he's at his wits end with you." said Cas.
"Who? Balthy?" Gabriel tossed his head back to laugh, "Probably. He probably can't wait for my ass to get out of Louisiana."
"He's the lucky one. When we leave we're still stuck with you."
"Hey," snapped Gabriel, "you love me and you know it."
"You're all right I guess."
"Pft," Gabriel leaned back on the chair, tucking his arms behind his head, "screw you, kid. I'm awesome."
"Is that what they're calling it these days?" teased Cas, only to have his brother shove his chair and send it toppling on the patio.
"What crawled up your butt and made you so sassy?" said Gabriel as Castiel laughed and helped himself back up to the chair. "I would blame Dean, but as of the events of last night I wouldn't think that." he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Gabriel!" Castiel gasped, hitting him in the shoulder. His brother merely howled with laughter.
The back door opened again, this time it was Balthazar leaning out. He practically slammed the screen door against the wall he was so rushed to open it. Everyone on the patio nearly broke their necks spinning around to look at him. His face had gone a different shade of white. He looked like he had just thrown up in the sink during the past ten seconds he was gone.
"Um-Cassie," he called, "can you come here?"
Castiel got up from his seat, feeling a bit uneasy from the noticeable difference in his cousins voice. Something was off about it, and he knew something was wrong. He tried not to hold his breath as he walked inside the house.
His aunt, uncle, and dad were all standing idly in the kitchen with Balthazar. They all looked up when Cas entered. Their faces were solemn and crestfallen.
Something was definitely wrong.
"Whats going on?" he asked.
"Cassie..." Balthazar began, his hands twisting nervously in front of him. Balthazar was never nervous. "Cassie something happened...with Dean."
A rusty knife might has well had speared his chest. "Whats happened to him? Is he okay?"
"He'll be okay, Castiel." said Chuck.
"I just got a call from Benny...he's at the hospital with him," said Aunt Rachel, "Honey, someone jumped Dean. He's beaten up pretty badly-but-but he's going to be fine."
"J-jumped? Who did it? Did he say?"
"It was Alistair." said Balthazar gravely.
Castiels gut dropped. He should have known, part of him did know, he thinks. But another part of him hoped that it hadn't been Alistair. That it had been some random kid on the street maybe. He didn't want it to be Alistair and Azazel. Jo's words had been haunting him for days, and he didn't want her to be right.
"Apparently there was maybe eight of them all together, and they all teamed up on him when he was walking back from his lunch break or something-I don't exactly know, Cassie."
"Oh God," said Castiel, his fingers digging into his scalp while anxiety roared within him, "Oh my God!" Every possible worst case scenario was racing through his brain. Maybe Alistair did this, maybe Azazel did that, maybe they had chains, or knives. Maybe they beat him with their rings on, and kicked him until he was spitting blood. What if-what if-
"Castiel, it's okay. Dean's going to be just fine. No broken bones or anything. Just a lot of deep cuts and bruises."" said Uncle Joshua.
"But-but Alistair-" he said, blinking back tears, "I knew-I knew he was going to hurt him! Alistair said he would! He said he'd hurt Dean-oh my god, Dean..."
"What?" Chuck looked around at the other adults in the room, as though they knew this as well and was wondering why no one had said anything, "He threatened you before?"
Castiel nodded, sniffing.
"Why didn't you tell me this, Cas? Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"I-I dunno...Dean and I weren't out to anyone yet, and-and Dean told me not to worry about Alistair. He said he was just talk, but-but I was still scared. I was scared he was gonna...Alistair really wanted to hurt Dean."
Chuck rushed forward and held his son against his chest, letting him cry into his shirt.
"He told us he would-" he continued, "he said he was gonna hurt Dean-but-but Dean said-he said it'd be okay-he said it would! But-but Alistair-I was so scared, Dad. I knew he was gonna hurt us. I knew he would-just 'cause-just cause we're gay!"
Chucks hold tightened protectively, pressing his head on top of Castiels. "It's okay." he said, his voice oddly hard, "It's okay, Castiel. Dean's going to be just fine, and Alistair won't hurt either of you."
"Poor Dean," he muttered, "I can't believe...I usually bring him lunch too. If-if I had brought him lunch today-"
"Cassie don't say that," said Balthazar, "don't do that to yourself. Dean's going to be just fine. He's not even going to be at the hospital for much longer."
Castiel clenched his hands into little balls behind his fathers back. Holding onto the material of his shirt. "I don't ever want to see Alistair's face again."
"You won't." promised Chuck, though he had no authority to make that promise. Castiel believed him anyway.
"You want a glass of water, Castiel, honey?" asked Aunt Rachel softly, "Anything?"
"No." he deadpanned, slowly letting go of his father and raking his arm across his face. "I just...would like to lay down for a while."
"Of course, Cas." said Uncle Joshua.
They watched him leave the kitchen, his bare feet padding on the cold tile. He walked to the living room, falling on top of the couch cushions and letting the anxiety eat him alive. He trembled for a while before the tears started coming in dry heaves. He hated Alistair with every ounce of his being then. He absolutely hated him, and he didn't want to see his face not for his own sake, but for Alistair's. Because he was afraid that if he saw him again before the summer was over, Alistair may not walk away as lucky as Dean had.
Castiel pleaded to be allowed to see Dean as soon as he got home, but Chuck told him that he needed to rest. Dean was probably tired and sore. Castiel tried texting him and calling him, but didn't get an answer. He did manage to get a hold of Benny, who was no longer with Dean after the hospital.
"He was sleeping when I left," he told Cas, "he told me he wasn't really hurtin' though, but that's just Dean."
"Yeah," said Cas, "he's stubborn like that."
"Tell me about it." Benny snorted, "I didn't want to leave Sam though. He looked like he was gonna cry when I did. Their dad was home and all, but Sam looked really shakin' up about the whole thing."
"I can only imagine."
"Anything else you wanna know?"
"How'd you end up at the hospital with him?"
"Oh, yeah, the son of a bitch called me right after Alistair kicked his ass. He asked if I was home and if it would be all right for him to sleep it off for a while. I told him it was cool of course, but when he came to my doorstep I thought he was half dead. I couldn't believe he drove himself all the way here without passing out, I thought he lost so much blood...anyway, you probably don't wanna hear all those gory details. I of course told him I was taking him to the hospital, and of course Dean argued that he was fine. He fought for about ten minutes before I dragged him the 'pala and sped like a mad man to the hospital. I called the first people I could think of; which was his dad and you. You didn't answer your phone though, so I called your Aunt Rachel. And yeah, you basically know everything else."
Castiel let out a shaky breath, blinking back more tears from the thought of Dean, bleeding and staggering on Bennys porch, telling him that he's had worse and that he just needs a nap. He pushed the image out of his head, muttering under his breath, "That idiot."
"I know," said Benny, "I love that guy more than anything, but Jesus, he knows how to give a brother a heart attack."
"You say he's all right though?"
"Castiel this is Dean Winchester we're talking about."
Castiel couldn't help but let out a sad-excuse for a laugh. But it was a laugh all the same. "Right. You're right, I forgot."
"Don't worry yourself sick about him, okay? It'll just do a number on him if he knew that."
"Okay."
"He's going to be just fine. I betcha by Wednesday he'll be back to normal and ready to jump on you like a cat in heat."
"Not funny, Benjamin."
"I think it's pretty funny."
It wasn't until it was getting close to midnight when Castiel finally heard back from Dean.
It was a simple text message that said,
'Cas'
Castiels heart nearly exploded when he read the three little words. He felt like he hadn't heard from his boyfriend in years, and it was so wonderful to know that he was actually okay enough to message him back. He couldn't help but let his enthusiasm show in the message back. 'Dean! I was so worried about you!'
'I know. I'm sorry I was sleepin'
'how are you feeling?'
'really sore. basically everything sucks.'
'i wanted to see you today but my father wouldn't let me come over. He said you needed rest'
'well you come over tomorrow. i miss the crap outta you.'
Castiels heart fluttered, smiling into his pillow, glad that Dean was all right and talking to him.
'I miss you too.'
'drugs kiccking in, going back to sleepptalk to yo u in the morning. luv ya cas'
'i love you too dean'