Dean groaned hearing his alarm blare telling it is was time to start his day. His hand shot up and turned it off before burring his head under the pillow as the memories filed back in. Was that all a dream? Maybe it was, but when he rolled over and saw Castiel was there he was sure that it wasn't a dream.
"Morning," Dean said softly and sat up.
"I didn't know if I should go," he said.
Dean nodded, "Yeah you probably should, I have to get going," he said and walked distracted to the bathroom before he turned quickly, "No need to like tell anyone, ok?" he said.
Castiel nodded, "Yes," he said
"Awesome," Dean said and walked to the bathroom closing the door. His hands grabbed either side of the sink taking a look at his reflection, "You are Dean Winchester and you are not gay," he said and sighed at how it sounded scripted and fake to his own ears. He splashed water on his face and walked out of the bathroom to an empty bedroom. He saw Castiel's tie sticking out from the edge of the bed and grabbed it tossing it on the knob of the dresser.
"Dean, Hurry up, I found us a case!" Sam yelled.
Dean dressed quickly and joined Sam in the kitchen for breakfast, "What's the case?" he asked
Sam flipped his laptop around sound Dean could see the screen, "Well there is this one in Montana, 7 people have killed themselves in the last 2 weeks, but get this, they all jumped from the same bridge," he said.
Dean's interest was piqued as he looked over the article, "They are all women" he said "We will head out in an hour," he said.
"Awesome, I texted Cas to see if he wanted to tag along," Sam said.
Dean tried not to look guilty, "What did he say?" he asked.
Sam eyed him suspiciously, "He said he had some free time and wouldn't mind helping," he said.
Dean nodded "Cool will be good to have another set of eyes," he said suddenly interested in the files on the screen of the computer.
Right as Sam and dean got to town they pick up chatter about another suicide and they decided to head straight to the crime scene, stopping long enough to change.
Dean and Sam walked past the yellow tape, flashing the officer their badges, "Hi, I'm Agent Borne this is my partner, Agent Hadley, FBI" Dean said before tucking his ID back into the inner pocket of his jacket.
"What interest does the FBI have in suicides? " The old fat man in a wide brim hat asked
"We just go where we are told," Sam said.
Dean caught motion in the corner of his eye and looked up and saw Castiel on the other end of the bridge.
"I'll be right back," Dean said knowing Sam could handle the officer. He joined Castiel at the edge of the trees, "What's up, Cas?" he asked trying to keep it work like.
"I learn from some of the locals that all 8 women had a baby in the last 16 months," Castiel said, "It seems like we are dealing with a vengeful spirit," he said.
"That's what it is looking like," he said.
"I found something," he said motioning to the trees and headed the direction he motioned.
Dean followed for a few hundred yard pushing the thick brush out of his way, "Cas,"
"It's only a little farther," he said and they came to a clearing but it was only clear because the green foliage was all brown and dead in a perfect circle.
"What the hell," Dean muttered and looked around, and pulled his EMF Detector form his pocket flipping it on and the light when crazy, "Defiantly a ghost," he said turning it off. "I should go let Sam know," he said glancing at Castiel.
"Just a second," he said grabbing Dean's arm, "Are we pretending it didn't happen?"
Dean looked at him, "I don't know, Cas," he said
"Do you regret it?" he asked.
"No, I don't. I just... I'm not gay, Cas," he said.
Castiel looked at him lifting a hand to his face, "And I am not a man," he said and pressed his lips to Dean's.
Dean couldn't stop himself from kissing him back. He felt and tree press to his back as Castiel's arms slid around him. His hand grabbed his hips pulling Castiel closer.
Castiel's mouth moved with Dean's his tongue slipped into the kiss slid his hands to Dean's ass giving it a squeeze.
Dean moaned softly against his lips before they heard footsteps.
"Dean? Cas?" Sam Called.
Dean shoved Castiel backwards as they both quickly straighten their clothes, "We're over here, come look at this," he called and Sam joined them.
"Whoa! You check for EMF?" he asked.
"Off the charts, I think we should head to the hotel to get on the research," he said.
Sam nodded, "Alright let go," he said heading back to the impala.
Dean let out a big breath once he was far enough. He shot Castiel a glance and followed Sam to the car.
Pushing open to the hotel room dean groaned, "It's the hooker inn," he said tossing his bag on the bed.
"It's all that is available," Sam said, "Who is making a food run?" he asked.
"You do it I'm going to work on finding out who the spirit is," Dean said, "Don't forget beer," he said and Sam nodded.
"Or pie, got it," he said and grabbed the keys.
Dean loosened his tie and took off the suit jacket, "I hate these damn things," he muttered and sat down opening the laptop. Castiel's kiss in the woods was still fresh in his mind and pants. He needed a distraction. He typed in the website for his favorite porn. He was halfway through the first video before Castiel popped in.
"Hello Dean," he said.
"Hey, Cas," Dean looked up from the laptop for only a second before quickly closing the tab.
"Where is Sam?" he asked glancing around.
"Grub run," he said and closed the laptop.
Castiel looked at him, "Busty Asian beauties?" he asked
"What? No!" he said as if offended, "well maybe," he said and crossed his arms over his chest.
Castiel nodded, "I see," he said, "Well I would expect nothing less of you," he said.
Dean looked at him, "What are you doing here, Cas?" He asked.
Castiel took a seat across the table from him, "To help with the case," he said
"You rarely work cases with us, much less a run of the mill spirit," he said, "What are you doing here , Cas?" he asked again.
He shrugged, "I figured you would try to avoid me then Sam asked if I wanted to tag along, so I did. I didn't think it would be a problem," he said.
Dean sighed and ran his hand over his hair, "It's not a problem, Cas," he said
"Good." He said and put his hand on Dean's knee, "I'm glad." He said.
Dean's eyes dropped to his hand on his knee then at Castiel. The Angel who defied Heaven for him and continues to have his back at every turn. His hand covered Castiel's.
The fingers tangled together and they looked each other Dean lean forward his lips close enough to feel Castiel's breath when Sam came crashing through the door his arms loaded ith bags of food and beer. Dean and castiel both stood and grabbed bags to help.
"My pie better not be crushed," Dean said and set the bags on the table digging through them.
"Your pie is fine Dean," he said sticking the beer in the fridge. "What's up, Cas?" Sam asked
"I just came to tell you and dean I may have found the spirit," he said. "A woman named Faith McHale Jumped from that bridge 6 months ago. Her sister told police she couldn't have killed herself but there was no sign of anyone killing her," he said.
"Ok, So we need to speak with this sister," he said.
"I'll head over there after we eat," Dean said.
"I'll head over the morgue," Sam said.
Dean Exited the little yellow house heading to his car pulling his phone from his pocket dialing Sam's number.
"Dean, what's up?" he asked.
"I just finished talking to the sister, Turns out Faith Left a 1 year old behind, the sister insists she was foul play. What did the morgue have?"
"All 8 Vics had matching marks on their forehead, coroner says it's from the fall but I'm not convinced," he said.
Dean climbed into the impala twisting the ignition, "Well I'm not sure we are going to get anymore tonight," he said.
Sam laughed, "Right, well you go find you lonely girl in a bar I'm going to head to the library," he said. "I have some reading I want to do," he said
"Yeah, see you later," he said and hung up. Dean pulled away from the curb decided to hit a liquor store instead. He purchased a bottle of scotch before finding himself back at the hotel.
Dean took his jacket off rolling up the sleeves to his white button down hooking his finger under his tie tugging at it. He found a Dixie cup on the edge of the sink and filled it with the scotch.
He drank down the first 2 cups as if they were the nectar of the gods. By the third he felt it working and sat down on the bed setting the bottle on the night stand. Dean flipped through the channels available on the TV that looked older then he was.
Dean was on his 6th cup laughing at some stupid comedy when the images floated back, but through the haze of alcohol it didn't seem as wrong. He even started thinking about calling him. Dean refilled his glass seeing the bottle was almost half empty.
Dean closed his eyes, "Dear Castiel bring Scotch," he prayed jokingly and opened one eye and saw he was still alone, "Guess you aren't on call for drink, huh," he said and stood staggering a little to one side with the head rush.
Dean pulled his tie over his head hanging it on the bathroom door knob as he drunkenly fumbled with the butons on his shirt, "I will conquer you," he said to the buttons struggling with the third.
"Is that a promise?"
Dean looked up and Castiel was standing behind him in the mirror, "Cas, Hey," he said
"Hey," Castiel said and set the bottle in his hand on the counter by the sink, "You didn't sound like you needed this but I figured why not," he said.
"Thank you, Cas, that was thoughtful," he said still fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
"Dean, stop before you hurt yourself," he said turning dean to face him.
"They are just buttons," he said, "I handle a gun all the time," he said.
Castiels fingers expertly unfastened all the buttons, "There you go," he said
Dean peeled it off tossing it with his jacket, "Thank you," he said grabbing the bottle putting it with the other on his night stand, "Well since you are here, would you like a drink?" he asked sitting down on his bed.
"Sure," he said.
Dean filled a cup for him holding it out to him with a slightly unsteady hand.
Castiel took the cup and sat on the opposite bed, "Thanks," he said and threw it back holding it out to Dean. Their eyes locked as dean filled his glass a second time. Their gaze didn't break as they both threw back what was in their cup.
"Sam isn't going to be back till later," he said.
Castiel caught what he was saying after a second, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Dean said sliding off his bed to his knees on the floor.
"What should we do with all this time?" Castiel teased eyeing Dean's bare chest.
Dean slid between his knees and smiled, "I'm sure we can find something to do," he said sliding his hands up Castiel's thighs and around his hips to his ass pulling him closer.
"I'm sure we can," he said and kissed Dean deeply.
For the first time there was no hesitation in Dean's response. Dean kissed back forcefully tangling his fingers in Castiel's hair.
Before Dean could even blink he was on his back on the floor and Castiel was straddling his hips tossing his jackets on the bed and leaned down their mouths colliding again. Dean's hands found Castiel's ass when he felt warm kisses burn down his throat. They seemed to send electricity straight to his dick.
Castiel pushed his hips against Dean feeling the bulge starting under him. His lips worked over his neck and chest before working Dean's pants open.
Dean moaned softly and just decided against trying to work the buttons. He grabbed the top of his shirt and pulled. Castiel's buttons went flying but be didn't hand time to complain before Dean captured his mouth again.
They were a frenzy of hands and clothes till there was nothing between them but fire. This wasn't like the previous night, this was raw and passionate. Dean couldn't tell what was making his head spin more, the Scotch, or Castiel, "Fuck," he groaned softly when he rolled to his stomach on the carpet. Castiel's body pressed to his back, "Do it, Cas" he said softly pushing his ass up against him.
Castiel's mouth work across the back of his shoulders and down his spine, "You sure?" he asked.
"Yes," he said.
Castiel grabbed his hips pulling his ass into the air. He found the lube in the bed stand before using it on his lover.
Dean moaned softly feeling his probing fingers hitting nerves he didn't know existed. He felt the pressure of Castiel's erection at his entrance and he pushed back on him. He bit his lip pushing up on his hands and knees. "Oh fuck," he groaned as Castiel filled him. Castiel's hand wrapped around his aching dick pumping him as the same speed he pumped his ass.
"Just relax, Dean," he said softly in his ear kissing the back of his neck.
"Just don't stop," Dean moaned rocking back on him, pleasure corsed through him as he felt the pressure building. The rough carpet bit into the skin on his knees but he didn't care.
Castiel had him on the bed in a flash on his back his ass at the edge of the bed and Castiel filled him again.
Dean moaned grabbing the back of his neck kissing his frantically as Castiel plowed him. "I'm close oh fuck!" he groaned and his hot seed shot up his abs and Castiel's hand. It wasn't long till he felt Castiel explode into his ass.
"Mmm Fuck Dean," he moaned softly and slid out of him and kissed his lips.
"I need a shower," he said looking down at his stomach.
"I'll join you," Castiel said with a smiled.
"Awesome," he said and they headed off to the bathroom.