"I have a stage three pancreatic tumor"
Castiel snapped out of his sleep, his sheets soaking with sweat. That voice... He could still hear it in his head. Shifting into a seated position, he pressed his palm to his bruised face and fought with his haunting memories. It was the middle of the night, probably the worst time for reminiscing. The pale moonlight streaming through the windows made everything seem too still and precious to change. "You moron, you woke me up" Dean complained, tossing and turning half-asleep. Only when he glimpsed Castiel sitting up on the bed, he jerked forward. Whoa, you okay? Your wounds?"
"I-I'm fine. I've just had a nightmare"
"That's all? Get used to it. This place turns up your deepest insecurities"
Castiel settled back down, thinking about those words as his cellmate did the same. He tried to get back to sleep but... he couldn't. Everything he needed right now was to take his mind off. Maybe talking a little bit. "Dean... Dean. Are you awake?" Castiel asked in a whisper. A grunt from the other prisoner was the only answer he got. He wondered what time it was. No, he couldn't force Dean to talk all night just to distract himself. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and... gave up. No way he was going to rest. So... "What's your story? Why are you in jail?"
"You don't wanna know"
"I do, I asked you"
Dean snorted as he realized how they would have spent the rest of the night. He turned to his side towards Castiel, already propped up on his elbow. It must have been the lack of sleep otherwise he wouldn't have spoken. "My mom died when I was four and my father was in and out of jail since then. I found myself looking after my little brother Sam and made a couple of poor choices..." Dean explained, his voice slightly cracked with emotion. It was obvious how that directly concerned him and Castiel tried to respect him as much as possible with his silence. "We got into strife with the law, practically living on the streets, in and out of foster homes. Then Sam was adopted by a well-off family. I had spent my whole life taking care of him and when they took him away... I went nuts. I set fire to their house and it was the beginning of my descent into crime... I'm a monster, aren't I?"
"It's not for me to judge you. All I know is that it must have been hard for you..."
"I've always ruined everything I loved"
There was a minute of quietness when not a pin dropped. It was such a sad story, he kinda felt bad for Dean. Who knew what was under that attitude. There was a whole universe in him and... he was pretty intrigued. He couldn't help himself. "C-can I ask you a question?" Castiel asked with an outburst of courage. His heart pounded hard in his chest as he knew those were sensitive subjects for the other inmate. Dean's confidence, anyway, prompted him to go on. "What has happened to your brother?"
"Sam? Unfortunately, he followed my path"
"You mean...?"
Dean nodded, looking away. He had always blamed himself for his brother's choices. He was the eldest, responsible for the two of them but in the end, it was Sam who usually got them off the hook. "He's in prison too, in solitary confinement. We can't seem to stay out of trouble in here, either" Dean uttered, before another moment of silence. None of them knew what to add, the atmosphere in the room quite heavy. Castiel trying to cast out his demons only brought the other prisoner's out into the light. No surprise it came around. "And you? What are you in here for? Ran a stop sign?"
"I... I got pulled over with marijuana in my car"
"What? No way! You...? I didn't peg you for a Mary Jane junkie"
Dean's laughs blunted the gloomy situation and Castiel didn't really feel like spoiling it. It was for the best. Why would he have saddened his cellmate with the rest of his story? He wanted to laugh about it too. But tears thought otherwise as they started to roll down his cheeks. "My wife was diagnosed with a stage three pancreatic tumor. It was too far advanced" Castiel told through his sobs. Dean stopped laughing immediately and guiltily put his hand on the other prisoner's shoulder. "I watched her worsen each day. We couldn't afford any treatment, so I went to buy some marijuana to help her relieve the pain and-"
"You don't have to say another word, Cas"
"I was sentenced three months and I don't know if she's still alive when I will get out"
Dean wrapped his arms around his cellmate and pulled him to his chest. Castiel didn't deserve to be there. His kindheartedness... that was rare in a place like that. Running his fingers through his raven hair, he slowly managed to calm down the other inmate. Castiel felt safe for the first time since he had stepped in there. He looked up at Dean who was patting him with tenderness and, off the top of his head, leaned over to kiss him. It was quick. Their lips brushed against one another before pulling back. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over-" Castiel attempted to justify as his cellmate shut him up with another kiss. This one was more intense. Dean placed his hand behind his head to hold him and stuck out his tongue. Castiel hesitated for a while and then parted his lips, allowing it in. He was a good kisser, delicate but greedy at the same time. His tongue swirled and danced around his, exploring every inch of his mouth and swiping over his teeth. Gradually, he melted into it until the bruise on his lip became unbearable and he had to turn away with a grimace of pain. "Ouch"
"What? Was I too rough?"
"I'm fine..."
In spite of his reassurance, Dean felt at fault. He wished he could take away his pain, not add more. Yeah, he wanted to make him feel good, to blow away the bad thought. A devilish smirk appeared on his face. Perhaps he knew what to do... He crawled over, getting on top of Castiel with his knees straddling his body, and looked down on him as he froze at the sudden movement. "Don't worry, I'm not doing anything you don't want to" Dean purred with a soothing voice. Within a few moments, Castiel began to relax and he rubbed his crotch against the length of his thigh. It was awkward at first due to the position and the layer of clothes between 'em but as Dean set up a good rhythm, the friction was enough to make Castiel buck his hips into it. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since he hadn't touched himself. He ground, feeling their boners press against one another, and hissed at the straining of his tight pants. That was enough to make him cum but suddenly it was off. "Take off your pants"
"W-what? I-I-"
"Just do as I said. Trust me"
Castiel swallowed down the lump in his throat and reached down to unbutton his trousers as the other prisoner was already pulling his 8 inches cock out, stiff and wet. He felt a little less as he worked his pants undone and popped his junk free. It was around 7 inches, not as thick as his cellmate's, but with a beautiful swollen glans leaking precum. Before he could even open his mouth, their shafts were pressed together and grasped by a rough hand. "Aaaw, Dean!" Castiel cried as the other inmate rolled his hips to slide their cocks against each other. That was... wow. No man had ever touched him much less frotted him. Dean's hard and slippery shaft rubbing against his own was a totally new experience for him. So hot... So wet... The precum oozing out acted as a perfect lube to their stroking. Moans of pleasure filled the room as the gripped of his hand tightened and sped up. Maybe it was the abstinence but Castiel didn't seem to have ever felt something that great, growing pressure building in his groin. Dean also felt the familiar tingling as he picked up the pace of his thrusts and humped desperately, no longer in control of his body. "I'm... I'm close..."
"Me too, me too"
"Whoa, cumming!"
A muffled groan and Castiel shot, spilling seven spurts of warm, sticky jizz all over his lover's hand and shirt. Dean followed suit, the hard cock pulsating along his exactly what he needed to squirt as many gushes of white, thick cream onto their bedsheets. Yup, cum was everywhere. Overwhelmed with their orgasms, the two inmates collapsed side to side on the bunk and tried to catch their breaths as a general ovation complete with applause soared from the cells nearby. "Looks like we had an audience" Dean joked, still panting. Castiel didn't mind it for now. Tomorrow he would be ashamed but now, right now, all he wanted was to rest. Not even a second after, Dean could hear him snoring in his sleep with a satisfied look on his face and smiled. "Night, princess"
