Chapter 29

Every square inch of the place was covered in junk, which in turn was covered in dust and cobwebs. Taxidermied animal heads, paintings, hats, antique tools- you name it, it was there. As they walked through, Cas noticed a few jars with preserved animals in them. "Cool," he said under his breath, bending down to get a closer look.

Dean came up behind him and peered over his shoulder. "What is that?"

"I'm not sure," Cas replied, squinting into the murky liquid.

"Look at that."

Cas turned to where Dean was pointing to see the taxidermied head(s) of a two-headed cow. "Wow," he mumbled as he approached it, slowly reaching out to stroke the bridge of one of the noses. He turned to Dean, who was just standing there smiling. "What?"

Dean shook his head, still smiling. "Nothing, it's just kind of... cute, when you're so... into something." He toed at the floor, blushing slightly.

Cas smiled. "Thank you."

Dean shrugged, looking down. Cas began walking again and Dean followed behind.

"I think this is the entrance to the tower," Cas said. They had come upon a large door, which Cas was happy to find unlocked. He didn't want Dean breaking any more doors. As he pulled it open, they were met with a large winding staircase, more junk accumulated along the edges. They made their way up, being careful not to knock anything over.

"Ugh, those are really unsettling," Cas said as he came to a stop at the top of the stairs.

Dean arrived behind him shortly after, leaning over with his hands on his knees, huffing a bit. "Fuckin' creepy," he gasped, looking up, "is more like it."

They walked over to the windows, peering past the fake people made of clothing-covered straw.

"Nice view," Dean said once he'd caught his breath.

"Yeah," Cas agreed, turning to Dean.

Dean's lip curved up into a half-smile. "Glad we came in?"

"Yeah," Cas said, moving closer to him. "I, uh..." He reached up with both hands and ran his fingers over the front of Dean's jacket. "I liked watching you break in." He raised his eyes to look into Dean's.

Dean stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning in to kiss him. "Yeah?" he asked, pulling his head back. "Did you forget that I'm a total badass?" He smirked.

Cas laughed, kissing him again. "No, but it still turns me on every time."

"Oh really?" he said, stepping forward into Cas, who took an instinctive step back to keep his balance. Dean kept going a few steps farther, his hands still around his waist, until Cas was up against the wall. He reached down and palmed Cas' growing erection through his jeans.

Cas let out a little shocked noise into Dean's mouth. Dean broke their kiss, leaning forward to kiss his neck. When he pulled back slightly, he whispered into Cas' ear. "Let me fuck you right here."

Cas shuddered against Dean's breath. He loved when Dean was bossy like this. But... "Those... those things are creeping me out," he said quietly.

"Come on, they're all facing out the window." Dean paused. "Not that that matters, they're freakin' fake," he said, letting out a small chuckle.

Cas laughed. "You're right." He reached up and pulled a condom out of one of his many pockets. "It's going to be a while before we can shower," he said meekly, in response to Dean's confused look.

"Ah," Dean said with a nod. He brought his hands around to Cas' front, unbuckling his belt and yanking his pants and boxers down. He then grabbed Cas' shoulder and spun him around, pushing him up against the wall.

Cas gasped. He loved when Dean went from bossy to rough. He heard Dean unzip his pants, fumble with the condom wrapper, and spit. He didn't turn from the position Dean had put him in, his face pressed up against the cold wall. He took a deep breath as Dean reached down and pushed two spit-slicked fingers inside of him. He twisted them around, scissoring them open and tugging on the rim. He then pulled them out and grabbed his dick, spitting down into his hand. He pressed his dick up against Cas and kissed along the back of his neck. Dean snaked his arms around his waist, grabbing a hold of Cas and jerking roughly as he swiftly pushed himself in. Cas inhaled sharply, letting out a small whine.

"Shh, you know you like it when I'm rough," Dean muttered into his ear.

Cas closed his eyes as Dean began thrusting. "I-" He gasped again. "I do."

"I know," Dean growled, thrusting harder. In all honesty, he wished Cas would be rough with him, but he was never going to ask.

Cas squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his teeth and digging his nails into the wall. "Fuck," he grunted through gritted teeth.

"Tell me about it," Dean uttered. His hand fell away from Cas' dick to match the other, gripping Cas' waist, his fingers digging into him. "You feel so fucking good."

"Tha... thank you," Cas panted.

Dean reached up and snaked his arm around Cas' neck, pulling him towards him and causing him to arch his back, his chest pressed up against the wall. He began thrusting harder, and Cas moaned as he hit his prostate repeatedly. He reached a shaking hand down to stroke himself.

"Ah, ah, ah," Dean said, grabbing his wrist with the arm that wasn't wrapped around his neck.

Cas whimpered in protest, which drove Dean crazy. He picked up the speed and when Cas turned his gaze to him, biting his lip, his blue eyes unfocused from pleasure, he fucking lost it. He tightened his arm around Cas' neck as he felt the pressure building in his groin. He finished with a few loud grunts, thrusting twice more. Cas finished at the same time with a loud cry, strangled from Dean's hold on him.

Dean pulled out slowly, hips twitching as he let his arm fall from Cas' neck. Cas inhaled deeply, turning over onto his back and sliding down to the floor as he attempted to pull his pants up. He looked up at Dean, who was pulling up his own pants and looking at Cas from beneath his brow.

Dean smirked as he fastened his button. "Good?"

The corner of Cas' mouth turned up in a smile. "Yes," he breathed. He let his head fall back against the wall, closing his eyes for a second. When he re-opened them, he turned his head to see the mess he'd made on the wall right next to his head. "Gross," he mumbled. He fumbled around his pockets, finding a packet of tissues and wiping it off. "Good thing this place is abandoned."

Dean snickered and held his hand out to help Cas up. Cas finished fastening his pants and buckling his belt before sitting back down and lighting a cigarette. Dean joined him on the floor.

They smoked in silence for a moment, the sunlight illuminating all the dust particles around them, before Dean said, "We should probably hit the road."

"Yes," Cas said, pushing himself off the ground and standing up. "But first, picture in front of the window."

Cas held up his phone and they took a photo in front of the window, trying to get a good view behind them. Satisfied with the few he took, Cas pocketed his phone and took Dean's hand. "Okay, come on."


"Get off here. Let's crash for the night."

"It's not even seven," Dean said.

Cas shrugged. "I know, but there's a hiking trail in Fort Collins I thought we could check out," he said, looking out the window as they merged off the interstate. "I figured we could get a motel here in Denver and get an early start tomorrow. It's an hour out and it's only like a two to three hour trail."

"Okay, sounds cool. So... should I just drive around until I see a motel?"

"I guess, yeah."

They found one with vacancy within twenty minutes. As Dean grabbed their bags out of the car, Cas went around the building to check in with the front desk. Dean leaned on the trunk of the Impala, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Cas.

Dean set their bags down on the floor as Cas flopped face-first onto the bed. "Oh my god," he groaned. "A bed."

"Your back hurt?" Dean asked, walking towards the bed.

Cas nodded. Dean sat next to him, placing his hands on his shoulders and squeezing.

Cas sighed. "Thank you," he mumbled into the pillow.

After a few minutes, Dean stopped rubbing and asked if he was hungry.

"Yeah, actually," Cas said, pushing himself up off the bed.

"Want to walk around and look for something?" Dean suggested.

Cas agreed and they headed out, walking down the street, turning their heads to read all the storefront's signs.

Dean grumbled as they passed a bunch of marijuana dispensaries. "Sucks we can't go in any of these," he muttered, his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah," Cas agreed.

"You guys looking for weed?"

They turned to see a guy who looked about their age standing behind them, smoking a cigarette. Dean looked him up and down. He was wearing a black skull cap, blonde hair poking out and framing his face, with a Pink Floyd shirt, ripped blue jeans, and tattered Vans.

"We have some, actually, we were just bitching about these places being twenty-one and up," Cas replied, jerking his thumb behind them towards one of the dispensaries.

The guy nodded. "How old are you two?"

"I'm nineteen and he's twenty," Cas said. "You?"

The guy pursed his lips. "Seventeen." He paused, pulling on his cigarette. "Where you guys from? You don't look like locals."

Dean raised an eyebrow, not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Cas, having traveled with his parents occasionally, understood. "Kansas," he replied.

"What brings you over here, if not the killer herb?" he asked, smirking.

"California," Dean blurted out.

"He speaks!" the guy joked, shooting Dean a smile. Dean smiled for a split-second, glancing at Cas nervously.

"We're heading to California," Cas reiterated.

The guy nodded, stomping his cigarette out on the sidewalk. "How long you guys in town for?"

"Just the night," Dean replied quickly.

"Why don't you guys come chill for a while? My brother grows, he's got some crazy bud. My parents are up in Aspen for the week."

Cas looked at Dean, who looked unsure. "Do you want to?"

"Uhh..." He trailed off, feeling his stomach growling in protest over the change in plans. Cas seemed excited though. "Sure, why not," he shrugged.

They followed the guy back to his house, which was only a few blocks away.

"Bienvenido a mi casa," the guy said as he closed the door behind them. "Have a seat." He waved his arm towards the couch.

As Cas sat down, he tugged Dean's arm to get him to sit as well.

"Jeremy!" the guy yelled up the stairs.

"What?!"

"Don't what me, just get down here!" he yelled, turning back around. "Thirsty?" he asked.

Dean shook his head but Cas nodded. "Water's fine," he said.

He exited the room just as footsteps descended the stairs. A tall man with shaggy brown hair appeared, wearing a flannel and shorts. "Oh, well, you didn't tell me we had company, Jake," he said, smirking in their direction.

Jake reappeared with two cold water bottles, setting them down on the coffee table. "This is, uhhh..." He trailed off. "Shit, I didn't even get you guys' names."

Cas smiled. "I'm Cas. This is Dean."

"Nice to meet you guys," Jeremy said, leaning forward and extending his hand. Dean and Cas both shook his hand before he leaned back, placing his hands in his back pockets. "Let me guess, Jake here brought you over to sample the goods?" He paused. "Are you looking to buy any?"

Cas shrugged. "Sure. I already have some, but if your stuff's good, I'm more than happy to stock up." He smiled.

Jeremy grinned. "See, that's what I like to hear. I'll be right back." He disappeared back up the stairs.

Jake took a seat across from them in an armchair, crossing his legs. "So, what's in California?" He paused. "Well, besides everything. But what are you guys going for?"

"I'm going to school there," Cas replied.

Dean looked around, noticing an ashtray on the coffee table. "Can we smoke in here?" he asked.

Jake nodded and Dean quickly lit a cigarette.

"That's cool," Jake said in response to Cas. "You guys gonna miss Kansas?"

Jeremy appeared again with a rubbermaid tote of jars.

"Jesus," Dean breathed. He'd never seen so much weed in one place.

Cas laughed. "I can't speak for Dean, his brother still lives there. But I certainly won't miss it."

"Yeah, I'm sure they didn't treat you guys too kindly over there, huh?" Jeremy asked, sitting in the other armchair next to Jake and setting the tote down on the floor at his feet.

"W- what do you mean?" Dean asked in surprise.

Jeremy looked up from the tote, raising an eyebrow at Dean. "You guys are gay, right?"

Dean felt his stomach knot up and he quickly looked down to ash his cigarette.

"Yes," Cas said quickly. "Dean doesn't really like to talk about it though." He frowned.

Jake leaned back in the chair and laughed. "Man, life's too short to be embarrassed about what makes you happy." He paused. "I'll tell you what, you're gonna love California though. It'll be like a breath of fresh air after Kansas."

Cas nodded. "I'm looking forward to it. Although I think it might be a bit of a culture-shock for Dean."

Dean clenched his jaw, growing more embarrassed. He didn't like being talked about like he wasn't there. "I'm sure I'll be fine," he mumbled, taking a drag off his cigarette, hoping for a subject change.

"Alright, so I've got a lot of different strains here. Anything in particular you're looking for?" Jeremy asked.

Cas thought for a moment. "Pain relief... and some great sativa."

He laughed. "You got it." He pulled out four jars. "The best two indicas and sativas I have."

Cas unscrewed one of the jars and smelled it, then held it out to Dean who did the same. Dean nodded approvingly.

Cas picked one indica and one sativa, and Jeremy weighed the bags out before handing them over. "Alright," he said, clapping his hands together. "Let's smoke." He reached behind the armchair and pulled out a large bong, packing the bowlhead and holding the bong out to Dean. "Want greens?" he said, shooting him a smile.

"Uh, yeah," Dean said, feeling his face growing warm. "Thanks." He took the bong, took a hit, and passed it to Cas, who passed it to Jake, who in turn passed it back to Jeremy. After about forty-five minutes of this, they were all fairly stoned.

"Wow," Cas said, leaning back into the couch. "Your brother wasn't joking about you growing some crazy bud."

Jeremy laughed. "Thanks. I've been growing for years."

"Wait... how old are you?" Dean asked slowly.

Jeremy laughed again. "I know, I know, I don't look a day over nineteen. But I'm twenty-four. It's all the herb, I swear. Keeps you young."

Dean smiled nervously. He glanced over at Cas, who was checking his phone, noticing it was eight-thirty.

Cas sighed. "It was really great to meet you guys, and thank you so much for smoking with us, but we should probably head back to the motel and get some sleep. We have to hit the road early."

"Yeah man, no problem," Jeremy said, and they both stood up. Jake and Dean followed their lead, standing up as well. "It was nice to meet you guys. I hope you enjoy yourselves in Cali." He winked at Dean, whose eyes widened. Cas didn't notice, looking down to rummage through the many pockets of his trench coat. "Listen, why don't you guys take down my number. If you're ever in the area again, hit us up," Jeremy suggested, still looking at Dean.

"Yeah... okay," Dean said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it over.

Jeremy pressed a few buttons before handing it back over and smiling at Dean. He sat back down and the rest of them moved towards the door. "Thanks again," Cas said.

Jake nodded. "No problemo, dudes. Safe travels."

They turned and walked down the steps as Jake closed the door behind them.

"Sheesh, you just couldn't keep your eyes off that one, huh?"

"Shut up," Jeremy said, arranging all the jars back in the tote.

"He did have lovely green eyes, although I thought you were a chubby chaser," Jake teased, plopping down on the couch. "He wasn't-"

Jeremy rolled his eyes, resting them on Jake and interrupting him. "First off, he wasn't exactly a twig either. Second, can we stop talking about my sexual preferences? Shit, I regret telling you anything." He turned his attention back to his jars.

"I didn't know they were together when I brought them over, I swear." He snickered. Not that it mattered, he had only brought them over to smoke. It wasn't his fault his brother had taken a liking to Dean.

"Look, some action would've been nice, but I'm always glad just to make a sale. Now knock it off." He paused. "And stop bringing guys home to try and hook me up. I can find my own, thanks."

"Oh, because that's going so well," Jake retorted.

Jeremy huffed and rose to his feet, holding the tote against his stomach. "Fuck off," he grumbled, before quickly crossing the living room and disappearing up the stairs.