"The Only Hope for Me is You," AKA "In Which Destiel Occurs." This chapter was surprisingly difficult to write. I seriously had no idea where it was gonna go until Castiel was like, "LOL wait, I got this." And then he completely took me by surprise and... well, you'll have to read and find out. I'm about halfway done with Chapter 29, so it should be up in the next day or two. In the meantime, if you haven't voted in my poll yet, go do it! Once I'm done with 29, Chapter 30 will be really easy and then I'm closing the poll! So let's say that the poll will be closed on Friday, June 15. VOTE BY THEN! LET ME KNOW WHO YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER IS!
Everything belongs to Kripke, that fucking life-ruiner.
Castiel leaned up against the passenger's side door of the Impala, nervously swinging the keys Dean had left. During the few weeks he'd been gone, he'd entrusted the Impala to his care, something that made him incredibly paranoid. He was convinced people knew it wasn't his, even though it was really impossible to know that from just a glance. He'd been extremely careful with it—leaving it in the garage, not driving it to work, only taking it out every other day as per Dean's instructions—and the exterior (and interior) was still absolutely flawless. He'd even gotten it washed right before he came to the airport to pick up Dean.
But now, the three-week void, that strange place between dating and not dating, was nearly over. In a few moments, Castiel would finally see Dean again and he could only pray that his feelings hadn't changed. He knew it was extremely unlikely, but the thought always loomed over his head.
What if he'd met someone in Kansas?
He reminded himself that, when he'd told Dean about his and Taz's breakup three days before, Dean's reaction had been delighted. Was it really possible that in only seventy-two hours, his attitude had shifted? Possible, but implausible.
And then his brain skidded to a halt when Dean appeared through the sliding glass doors, all jeans and faded '70s metal band T-shirts and giddy smiles. Castiel felt a grin splitting his face, too, as he caught sight of Dean's.
"Hey, Cas," he said, striding toward him and shifting his duffel bag higher up on his shoulder.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel said, a wave of surprised happiness washing over him as Dean leaned down and gave him a quick kiss, as if it were the most natural thing in the world even though it was only their second kiss.
"I missed you," Dean murmured. He dropped his bag at their feet and pulled Castiel into a tight hug. "I hope you weren't lying to me when you said you broke up with Taz."
"I wasn't lying," Castiel confirmed. "He's got a thing for Lu anyway."
"Good." He pressed another kiss to the side of Castiel's neck and pulled back. "I'm freakin' starving—let's go get burgers."
Castiel laughed, opening up the back door to allow Dean to toss his bag on the seat, and handed him the keys. He slid into the passenger's seat as Dean got behind the wheel, and with a roar from the engine, they headed to Culver's.
Castiel would have been lying if he said he didn't know where the afternoon was going to lead them, but while they were eating, he pretended he didn't. It made it a bit easier to keep his mind on his own burger and not the way Dean licked off the ketchup smeared next to his mouth. Personally, he'd had enough with being sexually frustrated by this man during meals. Not that he wasn't incredibly happy to be here with Dean, on their first actual date, but watching him was more arousing than watching porn.
He managed to keep his hormones in check even after they exited Culver's and Dean said happily, "Damn, that was good! Where to now?"
Castiel shrugged and pretended to think. "Your place?" he suggested innocently.
Dean grinned at him mischievously. "My place sounds good."
Their third kiss was more in the vein of their first one with Dean tangling his fingers through Castiel's hair, their tongues meeting in a heated kiss that sparked a passion in both of them, igniting from the pilot light that had been burning for the last ten years.
"How long?" Castiel breathed, nudging Dean to lie back on his bed after stripping off his shirt. He scraped his teeth down his neck, over his collarbone, against his chest to just above his heart where he sucked a bruise while Dean groaned.
"The moment I saw you," he gasped, running his fingers through Castiel's silky hair again. He groaned again when Castiel moved back up to nibble on his neck. "I knew you were special the moment I saw you. But—" He hissed suddenly as Castiel's lips locked on the spot just behind his ear, making Dean shiver. "But when I saw you stand up for Sam Smith at lunch, that was when I knew I was yours." He pushed Castiel up to straddle his hips, slid his shirt over his head, and cupped his face. "Castiel, I've always been yours."
"I wish I had known that ten years ago," he murmured, stroking his thumb over Dean's cheek. "You know, the reason I fell in love with you was because you were always so nice to me. To everyone. Even though you didn't know who I was. You were just so committed to dispelling the 'mean jock' thing. And you were so beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes off you."
"'Were'?" Dean asked, grinning. "What, am I hideous now?"
"Very," Castiel joked with mock seriousness. "Absolutely repulsive. But I still can't keep my eyes off you."
Dean pulled him down for another kiss, trailing his fingers over Castiel's shoulders, down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. "Good," he murmured. "At least I have your attention, then."
"You have more than my attention," Castiel answered, grinning as Dean's hands worked open the button and zipper of his jeans and he wriggled out of them. He began pressing kisses down Dean's chest, gently scraping his teeth over his ribs before moving down further, undoing the button of Dean's jeans with his teeth. Dean groaned, suddenly a whole lot harder than he'd been a few moments before.
"Fuck, Cas, where'd you learn to do that?"
Castiel grinned up at him. "I used my imagination. Want to see if I can strip you the rest of the way without using my hands?"
Dean's mouth went dry; he could only nod, his eyes widening.
Still grinning, Castiel moved back up to press another kiss to Dean's lips before returning his attention to his jeans. He caught the zipper between his cheek and slowly dragged it down, eliciting another low groan from the older man. Dean ran his fingers through Castiel's hair, whimpering as Castiel nuzzled against his hardened length through his boxers before starting to tug down his jeans and boxers, still with his teeth. Dean closed his eyes and chewed on his lower lip, trying to concentrate on not thinking about what Castiel was doing—he seriously couldn't get any harder without incurring severe bodily damage—but when he felt Castiel's warm breath on his cock, his eyes flew open just in time to see his cock sliding between Castiel's lips.
He moaned loudly, trying to keep his sanity despite the way Castiel was using his tongue, and he had to fight the nearly-uncontrollable urge to fuck into his mouth. "Oh, God, Cas," he whined when he felt his tongue trailing from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, Castiel's head bobbing as he went. As Castiel came off his cock with a faint pop and a devilish smile, he shifted, positioning himself between Dean's thighs, and stuck three fingers in his mouth. Dean unconsciously licked his lips, unable to tear his eyes away.
Castiel withdrew his fingers and moved back up Dean's body to kiss him again and the older man's eyes melted shut, holding the back of Castiel's head. And then Dean felt one of Castiel's saliva-slickened fingers at his entrance and he groaned, his head tilting back as he slid the finger in.
"Are you alright?" he heard Castiel ask.
"Yeah." He whimpered as Castiel hit that spot, sending sparks of pleasure through his whole body. "Please, Cas…"
Castiel smiled and pushed another finger in, almost losing his control at the sound of Dean's pornographic moan. He sucked in a deep breath to clear his head, still trying to go slow, but he thrust his fingers a little harder than he intended back into Dean. As he dragged them back out, he spread them, causing Dean to gasp and moan louder. He fisted the sheets and rocked against Castiel's fingers, chewing on his bottom lip. Taking the hint, Castiel pushed a third finger inside. Dean keened now, pushing against his fingers harder and gasping, "Jesus, Cas, I want you…" His lips trembled for a moment. "Please… fuck me!"
He pulled his fingers out of Dean and the older man whimpered faintly at the loss. Castiel quickly shed his boxers and Dean exhaled sharply, breathing, "Drawer."
Castiel opened the nightstand drawer and located and removed a small bottle of lubricant. He squeezed a small palmful into his hand and slicked his cock, leaning back over Dean and kissing him, stroking his fingers over his hair. "Ready?" he asked softly.
"I've been ready for over ten years," Dean said, licking at Castiel's throat.
Burying his face in the curve of Dean's neck, Castiel pushed himself into Dean, drawing a low moan from both men. Dean whimpered as Castiel bottomed out, digging his nails into the younger man's shoulders. "Fuck, Cas, move! I-I need…"
Castiel was only too happy to oblige. He slowly pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in quickly, taking care to graze Dean's prostate as he did so. He knew he succeeded from the strangled cry that tore itself from Dean's throat and the way his legs suddenly wrapped around his hips.
"Fuck! Cas… Just like that…" He met the next rock of Castiel's hips with his own, causing Castiel to moan into Dean's neck and thrust into him harder the next time. Dean's nails scraped over the wings on his back and he couldn't help but sink his teeth into Dean's neck.
"God, Dean," he groaned, "you feel so hot… so good…"
"Come on, Cas, harder," Dean breathed, whining and teasing mingling in his voice. He kissed the side of Castiel's face, from his hairline down to his jaw, and moaned again with every thrust of Castiel's hips.
One of Castiel's hands left where he'd been digging his fingers into the flesh over his hipbone and moved across his skin until he wrapped his fingers around Dean's throbbing length and began stroking him with the same rhythm as his thrusts. Dean let out another whine and clung tighter to Castiel. "Oh, God! Cas, I'm…" He panted, rutting against Castiel again, and a shudder tore through his body as he hit that bundle of nerves again and again. He felt his orgasm rushing toward him and he turned his mouth to Castiel's ear. "Cas, I'm gonna… I'm gonna come…!"
"Fuck, Dean…" Castiel rocked his hips again and suddenly Dean was over the edge, moaning loudly, gasping out something that could have been Castiel's name but he didn't know for sure. Waves of ecstasy rolled through him and the feeling of Dean clenching down on him was all Castiel could take. With one final thrust, he groaned and buried himself deep inside Dean, coming hard and filling him.
For a few moments, they were both silent save for their heavy, uneven breathing. Then Dean's arms wrapped around Castiel and kissed the side of his face. "Dean," Castiel breathed. He turned his head to meet Dean's kisses with his own. Then he pulled back, carding his fingers through Dean's hair.
"Should have done that years ago," Dean murmured, grinning. He lazily ran his fingers over Castiel's back and the younger man laughed softly.
"It certainly would have saved a lot of people a lot of headache." He nipped at Dean's neck. "But we figured it out and that's what matters."
"I'm glad we did."
Castiel rolled off Dean with a sigh and flung one arm over Dean's chest. "How do you feel about dinner later?"
Dean grinned at him. "What if I feel like skipping right to dessert?"
Castiel laughed. "I'm sure pie can be arranged."
"Awesome." He pressed one last kiss to Castiel's lips. "But for right now, I'm fucking exhausted. That flight was no joke. I didn't sleep a bit."
Castiel smiled and let his eyes close, and within minutes, they were both fast asleep.
"Castiel Novak and Dean Wesson are in a relationship."
THERE IT IS! Castiel was like, "By the way, I'm totally not bottoming." And Dean was like, "Meh, I can handle that." And I was like, "FLIP ALLTHE PAIRINGS!" I'm not quite happy with how this smut turned out... I was trying to make it sweet and whatnot, but the next chapter is throwing me off a bit. ANYWAY! So close to being done with this! CANNOT BELIEVE IT.
By the way, I recommend you check out wandathefish's AU! Destiel fic "Long Road to Ruin." There's a surprise character appearance in Chapter 10 that I unintentionally had a hand in (I asked if the character was going to make an appearance, and then she was like, "Ummm... YES!"). But it's such a great story! Check it out!
