Beer Run: Castiel drives the Impala

by irishiiiz97739

Dean is pissed at Cas for putting himself in danger. So, Sam has the bright idea to send him to the store for Dean's beer and pie as a means to get his brother to stop being a jerk. Sam also wants Dean to finally face what it really is that makes him so upset when the angel's life is threatened. Feedback would be much appreciated. This is a Destiel Fanfic, so plan accordingly.

4. Chapter 4

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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Closing his eyes once more, Castiel sighed and began to play the events of the last few days over in his mind. Starting with the surprising kiss Dean had placed on his lips outside the hospital. Castiel had expected the typical Dean Winchester outburst of anger followed by some insult. Instead, he was wrapped in strong arms and kissed. Castiel licked his lips and began to feel his cock harden at the memory of their kiss and how it progress from chaste to full on pizza man. br /And after Sam's interruption of their impromptu make out session, they had climbed into Bobby's old truck and as they settled in. Castiel felt Dean take his hand and adjust his position a little lower so that Cas could rest his head a more comfortably on his shoulder where Castiel allowed the fatigue to take over and fell asleep. He was awakened by Dean who had begun to gently shake him awake and after some foggy moments of trying to get his bearings he looked up into the green eyes that were crinkled in concern. Cas had smiled trying to make the concern disappear and it seemed to work. Because Dean softly whispered "We're home." and with that Dean had leaned down and placed another soft kiss on his lips just as Sam, who had come around to the passenger side of the truck, pulled open the door. "Jeez, you two. Wait until you get back to your room." br /Dean of course had to reply "Bitch!" Sam did not take the bait and instead rolled his eyes and reached in to help Castiel disembark. Castiel's heart was still racing a little from Dean's chaste kiss but he was now very sore and exhausted and as he stepped from the truck he nearly collapsed. Sam was able to grab him by the arm in an effort to stop him from falling but it was Dean who had sprung from the truck's bench seat and grabbed Castiel around his waist and despite his protests. Dean lifted him up and carried him back into the bunker and down its wide hallways towards their room. Castiel recalled looking at deem with some puzzlement as they past his door and continued on down the hallway. Dean had looked Cas and winked then promptly pushed his own bedroom door open and settled Castiel on his bed with the very simple statement Dean "So I can keep an eye on you." br /And so on the first night home, Dean had Sam carry one of the club chairs from the library into his room and despite Sam's protests, "Dean that bed is big enough for you both. Why do we need a chair?"br /Dean had said it was because he worried about hurting Cas' ribs and therefore he would sleep in the chair. Sam didn't totally believe his brother but the excuse worked and he dropped his complaints about carrying the heavy chair. Castiel protested his sacrifice but Dean blew him off and with a light comforter he settled into the uncomfortable chair. Castiel believed there may have been another reason, like Dean not ready to share a bed with him, even if it were innocent bed sharing but Dean had waved that argument away. Then last night, after spending to nights sleeping in the "crappy club chair" as Dean had begun to refer to it. Dean had fallen asleep next to Castiel as they watched one of Dean's science fiction movies. Choosing not to disturb the sleeping arrangements, Castiel let Dean go on sleeping and the following morning Castiel awoke to a curled up Dean snuggling up against him, his hand resting on Castiel's chest and the best part was watching Dean lightly snore through parted lips. It was adorable and Cas stayed still for close to an hour. Afraid that any movement would cause Dean to wake and pull away./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Castiel never wanted that moment to end and when Dean finally woke up. He had looked up into Castiel's with sleepy green ones and this time it was Cas who took advantage, and leaned over and began to give Dean a languid kiss. Then, feeling unusually bold, he began to work his way downwards from Dean's lips to his chest and stopped to let his tongue flick across Dean's nipple and when he shifted to cover the hardened bud with his lip. Cas had tweaked his sore ribs and grimaced. Unfortunately, Dean had seen the flinch cross his face and immediately sat up and had taken Cas into his arms and gently rolled him over so he wouldn't jar Cas' ribs and proceeded to kiss Cas deeply. His tongue parting Cas' own lips and as Dean's hands came up to card through thick, disheveled hair. Castiel had arched his back which allowed his swelling dick to press against Dean's thigh and Castiel could not help himself has he began to move his hips, grinding them against hard thigh muscle./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Dean had pulled away slightly as the throbbing warmth of Castiel's cock pressed against his thigh and Castiel remembered how he paused to look up into Dean's eyes. He could sense Dean's thoughts as they cascaded through his mind. First among them was the concern for Cas state of health. Then of course, was Cas... or was he ready to go much further than the kisses and gentle caresses they had only been doing so far. Castiel had made a decision at that point. He needed to show Dean that he wasn't some naive human that needs to be protected or coddled. So, he crunched himself upwards, determined to suppress the slight tinge of pain he no longer cared about and allowed the long suppressed desire that he had been holding deep inside break free and show itself. Castiel clamped his arms around Dean's waist and with an angel's strength that made Dean's green eyes widen, Castiel rolled Dean over and on to his back and pushed himself forward to capture Dean's mouth with his own and with a hunger born of desire. Castiel plunged his tongue into Dean's parted lips and began to probe and rub the warm damp muscles against each other. His hips beginning to grind and thrust in response to the bulging member pushing against the cotton of Dean's boxers. Angling his hips just right, the fabric of the boxers was now causing the friction Cas had been seeking but it wasn't enough. Cas wanted Dean naked and he wanted their cocks to be free to feel each other and to be drenched in the warm bath of the fluid as it escaped from the slit at the top of their dicks. Castiel's hands began to move downwards from Dean's muscled abdomen to his waist and when he felt the restrictive band of Dean's boxers he clenched a handful of cloth in his hand and pushed downward. Not stopping Cas sat back on his heels long enough to pull the black boxers from Dean's legs and he tossed them aside. Then, with a hungry look Castiel took in the entire length of Dean Winchester and with a smile and the barest shake of his head he said "Dean, you are amazing and...I just want to know. Are you sure?" Dean had stared at Cas for only a few moments before he rose up enough to take Castiel's hand into his own and pulled Cas down on top so that there bodies were touching from chest to toes, and kissed the angel deeply. Dean shifted his position and placed himself between Castiel's legs and he began to kiss his way down from Cas' lips and he began to travel to his belly button. Then taking his own cock in hand, he began to stroke slowly up and down his thick shaft, making sure he rubbed his palm over the head to cover it in a slick viscous fluid. And as he continued downward, reaching the line of thick, dark hair. Dean picked up the pace on his own cock, when his lips came to the tip of Castiel member he began to lick and pull with lips sealed around the head. Castiel let out a small gasp of pleasure and thrust upwards in a gradual rutting motion. Dean smiled with a grin and ran his tongue around the narrow opening at the tip and began to tease with his tongue only to be broken up with gentle nips. Castiel thought he he was going to explode./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Dean, I….can't..ca…" Dean had known exactly what needed to be done. He stopped his sucking and brought the hand not stroking his own cock and clamped it around the base of Castiel's and squeezed. Putting just enough pressure to hold back the warm cramp that had beginning to pull at his groin. Castiel grabbed the back of Dean's head and began to encourage him to go back down take him once more and Dean obliged. And when Dean reached the point where he could no longer contain his own growing urge to spew his cum. He released Castiel's cock from his mouth and placed both cocks into his hand and began to stroke both at the same time. Castiel arched and began to spurt warm, milk white cream across his chest. Gasping in deep moans and Dean joined him soon after. Collapsing alongside Cas, Dean grabbed a towel from the laundry pile and began to wipe him down. Kissing random spots on Castiel's chest as he did so, Castiel couldn't help but run his fingers through Dean's short cropped hair. Feeling satisfied with the clean up job, Dean flopped down and rested up against Castiel, draping his arm across Castiel's chest and began to snuggle. br /Out of all the popular culture references that Metatron had dumped in his head, Cas knew that cuddling was not a typical act of a man after sex...whatever its form. This made him feel very lucky at this moment and he once again settled against Dean and turned to snuggle back. Soon, Cas could hear the most adorable snoring sound coming from Dean's nose. Dropping a kiss on parted lips, Castiel settled himself and allowed his fatigue from the morning's exercise to take over and fell into a deep sleep./p

Castiel brought himself back to the present and stretched. Feeling the heaviness grow as his dick had become hard from the memories of this morning, he rolled over once more to take in the scent on Dean's pillow. He wondered when the man had gotten up. He was even a little surprised at the fact that he hadn't felt his absence earlier and so it was with some reluctance, Castiel began to think about getting out of this memory foam bed and going in search of Dean. He didn't believe he would have to search too hard. Because he was sure Dean was probably sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him going over everything that had transpired between them. And that image had swayed Castiel's decision to stay in bed and give Dean a chance to digest on his own the events of this morning. He knew Dean could sometimes over think things and he also knew, Dean wanted a chance to talk with Sam as well. So instead of getting up, Castiel snuggled down, a smile on his lips and waited for Dean to return.