The next two days passed a lot easier than the three before. The two men hadn't exactly struck a friendship - in fact, every time they encountered each other in the hall, the two barely gave a mumbled greeting and avoided eye contact. Despite that, however, Castiel had noticed that the noise tended to stop around seven each night. It wasn't a perfect situation, given his work hours, but it was liveable. Castiel felt a slight thrill at the realisation that Dean had taken his ranting seriously and was making an honest effort.
Tonight, however, nothing was calming him down, not even the lack of noise. All week he'd been working twelve hour shifts, and the gas station was getting particularly busy this close to christmas. He was more exhausted than he could ever really remember being, except for those few weeks he'd been homeless and too scared to sleep. Still, he was staying awake now, waiting for his clothes to finish washing so he could throw them in the dryer. He'd had no time for shopping or proper housekeeping, and the situation was getting dire. Dinner was a bowl of two minute noodles, practically no nutrition value, but it was all he had left. He really needed to do groceries as soon as possible.
To make matters worse, he'd had a massive argument with a coworker today. A comment about his orientation, that he would usually have let slide, set him off. After yelling at the man for a few minutes, his manager had dragged him to the office and calmly asked him to explain. She calmed his fears of being fired, and explained that she wanted to know what was going on, as that behaviour was very uncharacteristic of him.
After ten minutes of telling her he was just stressed, and her refusing to believe him, Castiel had broken down. He began finally telling the kind, caring redhead all about what the coworker had been doing since he started several weeks ago. It was mostly just derogatory comments, but the man had physically harmed him a few times. Castiel considered them to be little things - pushing him down the stairs, or pushing him into a stack of drinks while he was stocking fridges.
After listening to him rant, Charlie had passed him a box of tissues, sent for a cup of coffee, and told Castiel to wait in the office. Then she'd left, leaving Castiel a little worried by the look of fury in her eyes. Castiel had heard yelling, and after some twenty minutes she had returned with assurances that the man had been fired and banned from the premises. Castiel felt guilty, however Charlie assured him that the other staff had complained several times about his behaviour, and all she needed was Castiel to confirm the stories officially.
Granted his day was easier after that - however the whole incident had left him both emotionally exhausted and riled up at the same time. While Charlie was kind and understanding, and offered him a lift home, Castiel could see the stress in her face at the idea of having to keep the shop stocked with two employees down. It took some time, but he eventually convinced her that he was fine and could stay, and finished his shift.
Diving into the physical aspect of work helped - stocking fridges and shelves, receiving and putting away deliveries, it all helped keep his mind off things until he finished. As soon as he left, however, the anger returned. Even now Castiel was restless and grumpy, kicking at a blanket that got in his road on the way to sit on the couch. He let his head drop back, eyes closed as he focused on his breathing, trying to calm and relax his body and mind. He should look into yoga or tai chi or something. Maybe it would help ease this uptight feeling that he'd developed. He made a mental note to do some research.
Then he heard it. The small noise that had been bugging the back of his mind without his fully realising for the past hour. Someone was using a drill, probably something high powered judging by how easily he could hear it, now that he had noticed. Castiel shot up, eyes flashing with irrational anger, knowing exactly who that someone would be.
Any semblance of reason was abandoned as he threw his door wide open and stomped out of the apartment. He never even stopped to notice that the clock barely read half past six, a full half hour before Dean usually respectfully stopped working. He didn't stop to think what exactly he was going to do when he confronted the man, running purely off an instinctual need. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew exactly what his intent was - but he refused to admit that, just yet.
"Dean?! Open up you asshole!" Castiel roared as he hammered on the door.
The drilling sounds stopped, and within seconds the door was yanked open, a very confused and irate Dean glaring at him from the doorway.
"What the hell, man?! It's not even six thirty!"
Something inside Castiel faltered at the sight of the man, shirtless with only a pair of shorts on, even in the freezing temperatures. His eyes dropped, following beads of sweat that ran down Dean's chest. He was covered in saw dust and sweat, absolutely filthy, and Castiel didn't give a damn. His eyes flicked back up to Dean's, darkening with want in place of anger.
"Cas?" Dean asked lowly, his breath hitching slightly on the word.
That slight hitch snapped something inside Castiel, and he surged forward to capture Dean's lips against his own, pressing his tongue insistently forward. Dean caught him, arms circling Castiel's waist as a whimper of surprise parted his lips, and then Castiel was licking inside his mouth, heated and filthy in a way that had Dean instantly hardening in his shorts. Dean tried his best to kiss back and keep up, but Castiel was relentless, seizing control almost violently. There would be no battle for dominance tonight - Castiel was taking it, he needed it, needed to release his anger and frustration.
"Door-" Dean gasped between kisses, while trying to pull the man closer.
Castiel made an affirmative grunt, kicking out behind him to close the door as they stumbled further into the room. He misjudged his reach, however, and they fell to the ground as the door slammed shut. Dean let out a grunt with the pain of landing on the hard floor, but there was no time to hesitate, as Castiel was back on him in an instant, licking and biting down his neck, over his chest, latching on to a nipple. Castiel swirled his tongue around the hardened peak then nipped, and Dean cried out, back arching off the ground. Castiel chuckled, mentally noting his reaction for future use.
"Rou-rough day, princess?" Dean gasped out as Castiel's tongue laved at his nipple, his hand reaching up to play with the neglected side. He rolled the bud between his fingers, pulling and pinching lightly, then harder as he drew delicious sounds from the man beneath him.
"Mm.." Castiel grunted in response, rolling his hips against Dean's in a way that had him moaning out Cas' name.
Castiel huffed a small laugh in response, relinquishing his nipples in favour of tugging at Dean's shorts, his mouth following a trail with hard nips and gentle sucks toward his target. Dean gasped as he realised where the man was heading, his hands shooting up to tangle in the dark, messy hair.
"Shit... Shit.." He bit on his bottom lip, trying to silence himself as the shorts finally gave way, leaving his cock unclothed, hard and leaking as it curled up toward his abdomen
"Don't." Castiel growled and stilled his movements, glaring up at Dean. The man met his gaze, puzzled. "You are the noisiest asshole I've ever met, so don't you dare muffle yourself or I will make you scream. I have suffered from your lack of silence so by god I will enjoy forcing those sounds from you now."
Dean let his head hit the floor, groaning as his cock twitched with excitement. Castiel watched his face, noticing how excited the command seemed to make Dean. Castiel was in the mood to dominate, and he guessed by the reactions that Dean was relishing in the thought of giving up control.
"That's better. Now stay still, for fuck's sake."
Dean whimpered at the command, trying to keep his hips still - then his back arched off the floor, crying out in surprise as Castiel's mouth was on him, enveloping three quarters of his cock in a delicious heat. Castiel hummed, laving his tongue against the underside of his cock, and it sent Dean's eyes rolling back. His hands tightened, pulling at Castiel's hair roughly in a way that had him groaning around his cock.
Castiel slowly bobbed his head on Dean's cock, alternating between sucking and laving his tongue around the appendage, simply enjoying the moans and cries he was pulling from the man. All too soon, Dean was pulling hard on his hair, and Castiel focused enough to pull back, listening to the man's whimpers.
"Cas, I can't - need you-" Dean whimpered, lust blown pupils staring up at Castiel.
A thrill shot through him, straight to his groin as understanding flickered, but there was also a jolt of uncertainty. He wasn't prepared, and it would hurt far too much for the man currently squirming beneath him. He wasn't sure he could resist, though, the reactions he drew from Dean were just too amazing for him to not want to be buried inside him, to watch the man fall apart.
"Dean, I don't have-"
"Toolbox." Dean gasped, pointing.
Frowning in confusion, Castiel glanced around and found the toolbox beside the door, barely a foot away. He scrambled over, returning with a paper bag which he showed Dean for confirmation. Dean nodded, and Castiel hesitantly glanced inside, then a grin broke his face as he found a small bottle of astroglide and a strip of condoms. He tore one off and kept the bottle, throwing the bag back toward the toolbox before he turned back to Dean. The man looked absolutely wrecked, moaning again as Castiel rolled his clothed erection against Dean's aching cock.
"Do you always carry lube and condoms in your toolbox?" He asked with a grin.
"Only when the pissed off, horny neighbour keeps barging in." Dean shot back sarcastically.
God he wanted to just take him, give in to primal desire. But he had to be absolutely certain. He leant forward, capturing Dean's lips for another filthy kiss as they ground together roughly, then moved down to nip at his sensitive spot on his neck. His hands moved down, gently sliding his shorts down further. Dean squirmed, eventually managing to kick his shorts off with breathless pants as Castiel continued to lavish his neck.
"Dean... I have to know, are you absolutely sure you want-?"
The grip on Castiel's hair tightened and he was pulled back roughly, far enough that Dean's lust blown eyes could glare into his, a desperation there that matched Castiel's own. Castiel didn't need to hear his words to confirm what he was asking - he could see in his eyes that Dean was absolutely, one hundred percent sure.
"Fuck me, Cas."
All the air left his lungs in a primal groan as he went back in for more desperate kissing, fumbling with the tube. The hesitation was gone as he slicked up his fingers, then dropped the bottle. He reached blindly, fingers skating over delicate skin until he found Dean's hole and circled it lightly. Dean moaned, his hips pressing down, and in that moment Castiel pressed a single finger roughly inside him, giving him no time to prepare.
"Fuck!" Dean gasped, breaking the kiss and dropping his head back on the floor.
"Been awhile, huh?" Castiel teased, repeating Dean's words back to him.
Dean gritted his teeth, his hands tightening painfully in his lover's hair. Before he could respond, however, Castiel plunged a second finger inside of him, scissoring him open hard and fast. The sting brought tears to his eyes, yet it was a pain he enjoyed, if the stream of curses was anything to go by. His hips bucked down, trying to force Castiel faster, or deeper, or something. His brain wasn't working clearly by this point.
He barely registered the dark huff of laughter before Castiel crooked his fingers, and Dean cried out as sparks flew through his body. He dimly heard Castiel curse before the man was rubbing against his prostate again, and Dean was moaning and writhing with desperation. His hands released from Castiel's hair, grabbing at his pants, the floor, anything where he could find purchase.
"Ah- Agh! Cas- Fuck, please, fuck me, need you.."
Castiel was staring at the man crying out beneath him with awe, amazed at the sounds and reactions he drew from the man. His fingers were fucking into him hard, scissoring and twisting to open him up for Castiel. At the sound of Dean's babbled pleas, he couldn't wait any longer. As he continued to stretch Dean, he used the other hand to pull his sleep pants down far enough to free his aching, leaking cock. He groaned as he wrapped his fingers around it, tugging a few times. God he was not going to last long. Dean whimpered beneath him, hips angling to try and get his fingers on that magic spot again.
"Almost, almost, I've got you Dean.."
Castiel soothed, ripping the condom packet open with his teeth. He struggled to get the condom over his cock with one hand, but he couldn't stop fingering the man, relishing in the desperate cries and gasps. Eventually he managed, and he pulled his fingers free, wiping them on a rag that was conveniently beside them on the floor. Dean whimpered and grabbed out at him, eyes begging for a return of the pleasure - then a sigh left his lips as Castiel lined up above him, the head of his cock pressing against his entrance.
Dean lifted his legs higher, wrapping them around Castiel's waist on instinct. Their eyes met, lust and passion crashing together, yet Castiel's still held a silent question. Dean bit down on his lip, noting the way Castiel's eyes were drawn down, then back to his eyes - then he nodded slightly, hands coming up to grab at Castiel's sides. Castiel barely moved, tiny little pushes that stretched Dean's hole, not quite popping inside.
"Hurry up and fuck me you asshole," Dean gritted out, hips pressing down to stretch his hole on Castiel's cock as the hesitation continued.
Then Castiel thrust forward and in one hard stroke he bottomed out inside Dean, watching as the man's back arched off the floor again and he cried out in pleasure. Dean gripped hard to Castiel, his nails digging into the skin as his mouth dropped open in an O shape. He gasped as Castiel pulled back, giving him no time to adjust before he surged forward again, making Dean scream out as his prostate was hammered.
"Fuck Cas! Ye- Shit.. Fuck, hard- harder babe, please, please..." Dean babbled, alternating between screaming out curses and sobbing pleas.
"Jesus fuck..." Cas panted, his eyes wide with awe as he listened to the man beneath him coming undone.
Castiel shifted slightly, planting his knees and feet securely to get the best leverage - then he began slamming into Dean, pounding into him with a rough and hard rhythm. Their cries and groans mixed together, and Castiel hissed as he felt the sharp pain of nails leaving streaks down his back. He wasn't going to last long, he could tell by the coil winding tighter in his gut - yet the way Dean was screaming out on every thrust and arching off the floor, he definately wasn't far behind either.
Castiel loved watching the way Dean's eyes darkened, slipping half closed as he drew closer. His own orgasm was approaching fast like a tidal wave, waves of pleasure rolling through his body. He tried to fight it, refusing to come before his lover. He knew Dean was close and so, he balanced himself on one hand, wrapping fingers around Dean's cock as his motions started becoming erratic. He barely got in a few rough tugs before the man went silent, eyes flying open as his body seized - then he let out a cry, a mixture of curses and Cas' name, as his cock pulsed in Castiel's hand and jets of hot come started to cover them both. Castiel was undone by the sight. He thrust in hard and stayed there, bottomed out inside Dean with a loud groan. He dove in to meet Dean's lips in a filthy kiss as his cock shot his load into the condom, Dean's hole clenching around him.
The two lay together for a few moments, soft groans and broken whimpers slipping out as each of them moved slightly. Eventually, however, it had to end, and Castiel slowly pulled out, wincing at the oversensitive feeling when Dean clenched harder around him. He rolled off the man, dropping to his side on the floor - only to wince at the pain of nail tracks. It was uncomfortable now, but he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the pain the other man had caused him. He glanced at Dean, eyes raking over his naked body, then bit down on his bottom lip guiltily.
"Shit.. Sorry."
Dean opened his eyes and glanced across at Castiel with confusion - then he followed the man's gaze to his own chest, where there were dark, teeth shaped bruises marking a trail down his chest. Suddenly Dean started laughing, his head dropping back on the floor, staring at the ceiling as his chest shook with laughter. After a few seconds Castiel started laughing too, and they both dissolved into hysterics, lying on the cold floor, covered in sawdust, come and sweat.
"I'm sure I gave you your fair share, man, don't worry 'bout it." Dean chuckled once he calmed down.
Castiel wrinkled his nose as he shifted, feeling the pain of the scratches on his side again. Somehow, despite how much Dean did not like this man whatsoever, he couldn't help thinking how endearing the look was on his face - nor, with a jolt, how much he didn't want him to leave again. That thought was sobering, and turned his lips down in a slight frown.
Castiel noticed it, and his lips thinned in annoyance. He assumed the frown meant there was about to be a repeat of the quick run to the bathroom and slammed door.
"Now are you going to shut up and let me get some sleep?" He asked with more venom than intended.
Dean frowned more, rolling to his side and propping his head up on his hand as he stared at the dark haired beauty.
"Man, what is it with you? Is life that bad you gotta drag everyone else down? Or do you just need someone to take it out on when you have a rough day? Not that I mind but seriously, if life sucks so much, change it."
Castiel snorted at that, and like a switch the post sex bliss was gone. He felt the loss deeply, wishing they could have spent just a little more time enjoying the aftergloe. He stood quickly, pulling his pants back up in a hurry, though he winced at the movement. He turned on Dean, not missing the way the man winced at the anger in his eyes.
"You're a good fuck, Dean, I'll give you that. But the rest is really none of your business."
And with that, Castiel fled back to his apartment, the anger fading quickly to be replaced by guilt at the hurt expression in Dean's eyes. Hurt that he had caused, with his scathing comment. He hadn't meant it, but it had come out of his mouth anyway, and now he couldn't take it back. Something had been growing between them in the short time they had known each other, and now it was gone. He had ruined everything.
Later that night, when Castiel was comfortably in bed with nothing but silence surrounding him, he broke. The tears flowed freely, wracking his body as he wondered what kind of person he had become.