A rolling sound reverberated through the RV and the whole vehicle vibrated. Then, a steady rattling sound began and grew in intensity. Dean opened his eyes and was nearly blinded by a flash of lightning through the shaded window. The RV vibrated again as the thunder clapped nearly overhead. Looks like the faire might be a wash today. Pun intended, of course. Dean reached for his phone to check the time.
"What time is it?" Castiel murmured, nuzzling the back of Dean's neck, goatee tickling behind Dean's ear.
"6:45," Dean said with a shiver, skin on his arms now covered in goosebumps. "How's your shoulder?"
Castiel cautiously lifted his right arm from where it was nestled under Dean's right arm. He hissed in pain when it was less than ten inches up. "Stiff."
Dean snorted. And snorted a second time before laughing and wiggling his ass against Castiel.
"What are you? Five years old?" Castiel asked, resting his arm on Dean's side.
"When it comes to some things, yes," Dean said, still laughing. "Yes, I am."
"I should go," Castiel said, rolling onto his back. "The horses are probably in a panic with this weather."
Dean rolled over onto his other side to look at Castiel, propping his head in a hand. "Didn't you tell me yesterday you need able-bodied people to deal with the horses? There's no way in Hel you're going to wrangle panicked horses in this kind of weather."
"I should oversee things," Castiel said, sounding more and more like the five-year old he'd just accused Dean of being.
Dean grinned and toyed with one of the ties at the neck of Castiel's puffy shirt. The injured man had simply crashed the night before, missing dinner. Meg had stayed and she and Dean had an interesting meal together. At some point during the night, the two men spooned each other in a comfortable familiarity and slept snuggled together until the morning storm arrived.
"Don't you have a right-hand person or an assistant who can see to the horses?" Dean asked, feeling somewhat selfish.
"Alfie and Oren are my apprentices, and sometimes Balthazar helps out," Castiel replied.
"And do you trust Alfie and Oren and Balthazar?"
"Yes, but-"
"Why don't you call Alfie and see what the situation is. If he needs your help or supervision, then go. If they've got it under control, I promise to make it worth your while if you stay," Dean said, giving Castiel a slow grin.
"Shit," Castiel sighed as he carefully rolled over to grab his phone off the nightstand next to his side of the bed. He pulled up Alfie's contact information and hit dial. He put the phone to his ear and eased himself up to sit, leaning against the wall.
"Alfie-"
And then Castiel couldn't get a word in edgewise as he listened to his young apprentice assure him that he, Oren, and the others have the horses under control, and that Meg would kill both of them if Castiel made an appearance.
"If the storm doesn't break, we wait until 2 to start loading the trailers for the drive home," Castiel said. "I'll be in touch with Michael and the faire director throughout the day, then."
Castiel listened to Alfie for a few more minutes. "Listen, if you run into any problems, call me, Meg be damned. Yes, I'm aware I'm the only one who can say that."
He ended the call and looked at the phone for a second before reaching across his body to place the phone back on the nightstand to his right. His stomach chose that moment to gurgle and rumble. Dean chuckled at the sound.
"Before you say anything, Dean," Castiel groused, toying with one of Dean's thin braids, "I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast yesterday."
"Do you want me to reheat last night's dinner or make eggs, bacon, and toast?" Dean asked, rolling off his side of the bed. He looked over at Castiel once he stood at the foot of the bed.
"Eggs, bacon, toast, please," Castiel said. "You mind if I take a quick shower? I feel grimy."
"Sure," Dean answered. He took a towel from a cupboard as well as a fresh pair of sweatpants and a fresh t-shirt from a series of drawers. "Can't make any promises about shower pressure, but if you wait 5 minutes for the boiler to kick in, it'll be nice and hot."
Castiel nodded his thanks and Dean headed into the kitchen, flipping the boiler switch on as he walked down the short hallway. As he clattered around the kitchen making breakfast, Castiel stripped slowly and carefully, wrapped the towel around his waist and headed into the bathroom. He winced seeing the large bruise on his shoulder reflected back at him in the mirror, turning slightly to look at his back in the mirror as well. The bruise covered almost half his shoulder blade. He scowled and bit back the urge to kill his older brother. Castiel made his best effort to shower in the small space, with not much pressure coming from the showerhead, and an arm he couldn't lift. He considered not shampooing his hair, but it really needed it, so he did the best he could. If he heard bubbles around his right ear once the water was shut off, he ignored it for the time being.
"Breakfast is ready, elskan," Dean said through the bathroom door.
"I'll be out in a minute," Castiel called out. He wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way back into the bedroom. He somehow managed to pull the sweatpants on mostly one-handed, stood staring at the t-shirt for a couple minutes before deciding to do without it for the time being, and headed back into the salon area.
Dean was already seated, and Castiel kissed the top of the other man's head as he passed before sliding onto the bench. Dean arched an eyebrow at the state of Castiel's undress, and took a minute or three to appreciate the man's physique. He smiled and then dug into his breakfast, with Castiel doing the same. There was no sound except for those related to eating and drinking coffee. Castiel was too hungry to participate in a conversation, and frankly, it was a bit too early for Dean's liking. But he had a nice view to make up for the inconvenience.
"Rafael wasn't kidding about that bruise," Dean finally said, dragging the last piece of his toast through the last of the runny egg yolk. "Are injuries usual for you guys?"
Castiel took another large swallow of coffee, closing his eyes as the heat spread through his body, and the caffeine hit his bloodstream. "Look, we bash at each other and fall off moving horses for a living, there's always going to be bruising and sprains and strains, regardless of the precautions we take. Broken bones aren't as common as we gain more experience, but it's not unheard of."
"And what Lucien did?" Dean asked.
Castiel poked a tooth with the tip of his tongue and shrugged, wincing because he'd forgotten about his shoulder again. "Lucien is… there's a lot of…"
"Family dynamics?" Dean supplied.
"Yeah, let's call it that," Castiel accepted. "I should have talked to you about him much earlier."
Castiel handed Dean his last piece of bacon, almost as an apology, and while Dean chewed on the smoky piece of pork, Castiel finished his eggs and toast.
"So when do they call rain delay or closure here?" Dean asked.
"Rachel'll send out a message to everyone with what the plans will be," Castiel said, taking another slurp of coffee. "If the weather is expected to be like this until 2, chances are the day will be canceled altogether, and we can pack up and go home."
Dean slid off the bench and took his breakfast plate and coffee mug to the sink. He grabbed the jumbo-sized bottle of Tylenol out of the cupboard and shook out three tablets, placing them on the table next to Castiel.
"Cas?"
"Yes, babe?" Castiel asked, finishing his coffee.
"Let's go back to bed."
Castiel grinned and slid off the bench, took his plate and mug to the sink and followed Dean back into the bedroom. There was a sharp flash of light, the RV shook from the thunder, and the rain continued to pour from the sky. Castiel walked over to "his" side of the bed and sat while checking his phone for any messages. He felt the bed dip as Dean crawled closer. Dean knelt behind Castiel and ran his hands over the tattoo wings. Castiel closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, dropping his phone on the nightstand.
Dean pressed closer and trailed light kissed up the back of Castiel's neck to just behind his ear. Castiel canted his head to the side and Dean flicked Castiel's earlobe with the tip of his tongue before lightly biting the flesh. Castiel sighed and slid back onto the bed, propped up by the wall. Dean simply moved around Castiel and straddled him. Dean cupped Castiel's face in his hands and kissed him slowly, sliding his thumbs across the other man's cheekbones. Castiel ran his tongue along Dean's lower lip, and then plundered Dean's mouth with his tongue when Dean parted his lips. Dean ground against Castiel and moaned.
Dean broke the kiss and crawled over to get to his nightstand. He pulled out the tube of lube and a condom and made his way back to Castiel. Both men shucked off their sweatpants and Dean straddled Castiel's thighs again. He unrolled the condom on Castiel and liberally applied lube. He knelt up and moved even closer to Castiel.
"You sure, Dean?" Castiel asked, raking his teeth lightly over a nipple that was right in his face.
"Uh-huh," Dean breathed. He adjusted his position, Castiel grabbed Dean's ass and spread his ass cheeks, and Dean reached behind himself to hold Castiel's cock in place. The burn was like an aphrodisiac as Dean slowly lowered himself on Castiel centimeter by centimeter, hips rolling. Castiel simply watched Dean, leaving all the control to the other man. With a final hiss of pleasure, Dean was fully seated on Castiel. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Castiel's good shoulder, giving himself a bit of time to adjust to the feeling.
"Are you okay, Dean?" Castiel murmured near Dean's ear. His good arm snaked around Dean's back, fingers splayed along Dean's spine. "We can stop if-"
Dean nuzzled Castiel's neck, then licked the bobbing Adam's apple before lightly sucking it. Gods, he'd been wanting to do that for ages. Castiel tilted his head back and growled. The sound sent a frisson of pleasure and power through Dean. And then he began moving on Castiel, riding Castiel's cock, his own cock sandwiched between himself and Castiel. The pleasure was building and the sensations became more and more intense. The positioning, the control Dean had, Castiel's cock hitting Dean's prostate, sent Dean over the precipice and he yelled wordlessly as he came, hands slapping the wall to either side of Castiel's head. He continued to ride Castiel, leaning his hands against the wall as he moved, watching the other man as he neared and then achieved his own orgasm.
Dean waited a few minutes to catch his breath before climbing off Castiel. He flopped over onto his back and grabbed the garbage can for Castiel. "You take first shower, elskan."
Castiel simply grunted and headed for the bathroom. He was showered and out of the bathroom in under ten minutes. He stopped Dean to kiss him slowly and thoroughly when Dean made his way to the bathroom for his own shower. "Gods, Cas, you trying to get me hard again for another go?"
Castiel caught himself before he gave a shrug and tilted his head instead. "From the sound of things, it's still pouring outside. Why not spend the day naked in bed with you, fucking you until you're cross-eyed?"
He'd slowly been crowding Dean against the wall and nuzzled against Dean's neck, goatee sliding against Dean's skin. Dean whimpered and his ass clenched at the promise in the was finding it difficult to breathe. To think.
And then Castiel's cell phone rang.
Castiel grumbled as he stepped away from Dean and went into the bedroom to get his phone. He answered with a curt "What?" and then listened for 5 minutes before hanging up and turned to Dean. "That was Gabriel. Rachel's shutting down today, says this weather is supposed to hang around until Tuesday, so there's no sense in even waiting until 2."
He started pulling on the borrowed sweatpants, and grit his teeth getting into the borrowed t-shirt. He walked over to Dean and gave him a toe-curling kiss before grabbing his boots from under the table and stepping into them. He glanced over to Dean. "Gabe is going to come by and pick me up in his car in about 15 minutes. He can drive you over to your smithy if you want."
Dean's brain came back online and he shook himself. "Yeah, lemme just hop into the shower, and I'll be ready by the time Gabe gets here."
Dean stepped into the bathroom and scrubbed his face with his hands.
Freyja, shut the fuck up, and quit your laughing.