"I thought you just wanted to experiment sexually."
"Yes."
Cas stared at him, finally allowing himself to examine his eyes. Just when you thought his eyes were green as the overgrown jungles in South America when the calm after a particularly violent tropical storm had set in, he would change clothes or moods and you would find yourself looking into the earthy tones of a Canadian forest after a dry spell, thirsting for rain.
Right now, he stared back from under half closed lids with brilliant, nearly-Jade green eyes as he raked his teeth slowly across his full bottom lip and waited patiently for Cas' next move.
Dean Winchester would be the undoing of Castiel.
But such a beautiful undoing.
He slowly pushed back Dean's coat, feeling the hard abs under his shirt and watching his eyebrows raise at the tentative exploration. The way he was leaning against the wall put Dean right at Cas' height, and for some reason the angel really enjoyed the equality.
Letting his hands rest on the other man's hips, Dean forced himself to let the situation unfold passively. A promise of self control to match Cas' promise to stick around, and maybe they'd get where he wanted to go this time.
Suddenly feeling that clothes were not a current necessity, Cas shoved the leather coat off Dean's shoulders, followed quickly by his plaid over-shirt, and Dean compliantly shrugged out of both, leaning forward enough to let them fall to the floor. He removed his t-shirt himself, tossing it on a nearby chair without looking, and for a moment, Cas was hypnotized into inaction by the golden amulet swinging across his bare chest. Back and forth, it drew him in like a pendulum.
"Hey." Dean bent down and put his hand on the back of Cas' head, letting his fingers tangle in his thick hair. "Hey, you okay? Look at me."
Biting the inside of his lip, Cas tore his eyes away from the amulet and squinted back at him.
Rather coyly, Dean thought.
"Yes, I'm fine. I was… distracted."
"… okay." Nodding, he pulled Cas against him, nuzzling his cheek and continuing to play with his hair absently. "I don't wanna turn this all after school special, but…" He hesitated, resting his chin against Cas' neck. "You need to not, y'know, do anything that, uh, that you're not comfortable with- Whoa, Cas!"
While Dean spoke, Cas had moved his hands along his thighs, barely touching the rough denim until he had one hand at the belt buckle and one at his crotch. He curiously traced out Dean's already prominent erection, causing the human to jerk back as if from electrical shock.
"Cas, for the love of-!" Unable to come up with a curse that wouldn't cause confusion, he trailed off, breathing heavily and grabbing his wrist in a shaky hand.
Cas frowned and readjusted his footing, brow pulled down in confusion. "Is this what you want or not?"
"It is! It is, I just-" He groaned, unable to make himself move Cas' hand away. He was getting harder even as he tried to collect his thoughts, and it was nearing painful. "I just don't want you to do anything you don't want to do just to make me happy." He forced the words out before he could change his mind, knowing it had to be said, but pursing his lips in regret, anyway.
"Why wouldn't I want to?" Cas stepped away, releasing him and tilting his head inquisitively.
"Really? You're an angel, man!" He straightened and slipped his hands into his pockets, looking away. "And I'm… me. You don't get much further from Heaven than me. I've literally been to hell and I hit up most of the big seven on any given weekend. I mean, I know you're a virgin. I feel weird about an angel stooping to me for his first time." He'd paced over to his shirt, grabbing it and turning it right side out to give him something to do with his hands.
He jumped the tiniest bit when Cas walked up silently behind him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Dean turned to see that he'd ditched his own coat, hung it along with Dean's from one of the hooks on the wall.
"I'm a fallen angel, Dean. A fallen angel who fell for you. Your concern is hardly reasonable, you told me yourself that iniquity was one of the perks of rebelling against Heaven." He smiled then, such a smile that Dean felt warmth spread through him even before Castiel moved closer and put his other hand on his arm. "I confess I've been thinking about you in this manner since even before we first kissed."
"Y'know, I had a sneaking suspicion." Dean said, grinning and encircling Cas' waist with his arms. "You keep spacing out on me, I think it might be you fighting your usual flightiness. I just don't want you feeling pressured to hang around when you don't want to, that's all." He couldn't help but think how amazing it was that Cas could be wearing a mask of impenetrable apathy when his gaze so completely betrayed it. Everyone else who knew the angel talked about how emotionless and detached he was, but when Dean looked into his eyes, he felt that this couldn't be further from the truth.
And they were so god damn pretty. Blue as antifreeze, sometimes.
"I am more comfortable around you than anyone, mortal or celestial. But I can be… overwhelmed." He was talking quicker than usual, as if in a hurry to get the information out. "My 'flightiness', as you put it, has nothing to do with rejecting your company. When the appropriate reaction escapes me, I may default to removing myself from the situation-"
"Shh…" Dean put one finger against his lips, stopping him mid-thought and looking around the room with wide eyes. "Do you hear that?"
Silent and confused, Cas shook his head slowly, Dean's finger still across his mouth.
"It's the sound of my buzz wearing off. Kiss me."
Grabbing his wrist, Cas removed his hand and glared reproachfully to show his disapproval for the joke before pressing against him. He wasn't quite as gentle this time, pushing Dean's lips apart with his tongue and pulling him down with a hand on the back of his neck.
Groaning in satisfaction at the response, Dean kissed him back with all the desire that had been building inside of him throughout the night. Tugging at Cas' tie, he loosened it enough to separate it from the shirt collar and wrapped it around his knuckles while his other hand made quick work of the buttons.
Cas pulled away and frowned down at his hands. "Breaking those is not the proper way to undo-"
"Fuck, men's clothes are hard from this angle. Forget it, I'll buy you a new shirt." He tore at the last two buttons and yanked it off, pushing him towards the wall even before the shirt hit the ground.
His back thudded against the wall and Dean was on him again, using the tie still around his neck to hold him in place while he kissed an uneven line along his jaw, tongue flicking softly against his ear before dragging his teeth across his earlobe, causing Cas to gasp in surprise.
Erogenous zones were something the angel had never experienced before.
"You like that?" Dean's voice was low and hot, full of an attractive mix of lust and humor.
"Hmm." Cas replied, running fingers through his short hair and closing his eyes.
Kicking Cas' feet apart, Dean moved his leg in between his, settling his knee into the wall and right against Cas' crotch while he kissed along his neck. "Feels like you're into it."
He couldn't help the moan that escaped his mouth and he pressed his hips down, the friction between his hardening erection and Dean's thigh nearly making him lose all semblance of control. Grasping at him, just for something to ground him back in reality, Cas' hand slid perfectly over the still livid scar prominent on the human's shoulder, matching his hand against the branded outline.
There was a kind of jolt between them as scar and hand lined up, causing both to gasp.
Dean shuddered in reaction, slamming his forearm against he wall next to Cas' head and gritting his teeth. "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know. I… I want you."
"You've got me."
Cas grimaced like this statement caused him pain before shoving him back and advancing after him.
Kicking his boots off as he went, Dean gave a little surprised laugh when the back of his legs hit the top of the mattress and he sprawled across the bed. Cas was on him before he could catch his breath, giving quick little kisses along his collar bone and across his broad chest. Dean let his head fall to the bed and murmured contentedly, imagining himself whining like a happy dog and grinning at the imagery. He'd be the kind of dog that liked having his belly scratched for sure.
When the kisses passed his belly button and he felt hands on his belt, Dean's eyes nearly crossed and he had to fist his hands in the threadbare sheet to keep from bucking up in response.
Once the belt was undone, Cas had his jeans unbuttoned and pulled open in a matter of seconds. When he grabbed the waistband and tugged, Dean was all too happy to raise his hips, allowing the pants to slip down to his knees. His cock strained visibly against the black fabric of his briefs.
Kicking the jeans off, Dean's entire body had tensed with the anticipation and curiosity of where exactly Cas was taking this. With heavy, measured breathing barely kept under control, Dean looked down at the other man.
Cas knelt in between his legs, a hand on either of Dean's thighs, and he was staring up at him a helpless frown complete with puppy dog eyes and anxiously pursed lips. "Dean. I don't… I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry, I just-"
Dean's heart nearly shattered. How had he been such a dick?
"Oh my god, Cas, come here!" Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around the angel, squeezing tightly. "Don't be sorry. I'm sorry, I should've realized that."
They sat like this for nearly a minute, Dean trying to get his thoughts sorted and primal instincts under control while Cas placed his chin on Dean's shoulder and enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation of warm skin directly against his own.
He had no idea what he was doing, but the momentary panic from before was gone now. Dean would figure it out. He always did.
"Here's what's going to happen," Dean finally spoke, seductive and soft in Cas' ear while he nuzzled his cheek. The scratchy tickle of scruff was beginning to have an oddly arousing effect for the human. "You're going to lay here," Lifting Cas and twisting to the side, he had him flat on his back underneath him in a heartbeat, straddling his waist as he knelt over him.
"And keep looking fucking adorable. Yeah, just like that. Perfect." When he kissed him and sat back, Cas tried to sit up in attempt to lengthen the kiss. Grinning, Dean pushed him gently back to the bed. "No, stay still. Oh, don't look so rejected! Damn it!" With a laugh, he went down for more. Their kissing escalated and Dean shifted, putting a knee in between Cas' legs to spread them and reaching down, rubbing him through his slacks and watching lustfully as he broke away from the kiss, squirming up against him while panting desperately.
"Dean, that feels… Don't stop that."
"Don't get bossy on me!" Dean teased, biting the tip of his tongue as he tightened his grip and drank in the ecstasy already apparent on Cas' face. "I'm just getting warmed up. And I think we need to get rid of these." He pulled at the pants for emphasis before reaching for his belt and leaning down for more kissing.
"Aw for fuck's sake!" His swearing accompanied the loud pop of the buckle breaking from the cheap faux-leather belt.
"You can purchase me a new one with the shirt." Cas said, quickly undoing the pants himself (he had to have something left to wear). Grabbing Dean's wrist, he put his hand back where it had been on his crotch and rose up to kiss him.
Dean couldn't help laughing at the excited, horny angel even as he pressed his tongue into his mouth and eased Cas' hard cock out of the front of his white briefs. Hard, slow strokes that brought Cas' hips up and tensed every muscle in his body while he muttered breathless and unintelligible whines of pleasure into Dean's mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Dean pushed his angel back against the mattress firmly. "Stay. Still." He moved down the length of his body, kissing and licking at random as he went. Cas put both hands on his head, winding fingers through his short brown hair to keep himself from losing all control.
Dean lay in between Cas' legs, supporting his weight with his elbows while he bit his lip and watched his own hand movements in silent fascination. Up and down, slow and steady along the surprising length. He finally looked up, meeting Cas' wide, piercing blue eyes. "I have a confession. I don't know what I'm doing, either…" He stopped his hand suddenly, rubbing his thumb across the hard, wet tip; causing Cas to moan and drop his head to the bed, attempting to buck against him but unable to do so with Dean's restraining hand at his hip. Dean grinned.
"But I sure as hell know what I like. I think I'll figure it out."
Opening his hand and leaning down, Dean licked stiffly from the base up the shaft of Cas' cock before wrapping his lips around him and slowly familiarizing himself with this end of a blow job.
Cas' hands tightened in his hair and he watched his beautiful human in amazement.
"Put these on, too. I need to borrow a shirt, this one is unwearable."
Completely naked, Dean lay on his back with his head off the foot of the bed, frowning sleepily up at Cas who was dangling jeans above him. He already held a clean pair of boxer briefs that the angel had handed him. "Cas, you need to know something about me. I put all I've got into sessions like that. Once I've fucked, it's time for naps."
"No time for naps." Dropping the jeans on his chest, Cas buttoned up his own pants and moved to Dean's open sea bag on top of the dresser, rooting around the neatly folded, fastidiously situated clothing. "It's time for your real birthday present. Here."
"Well I do like presents." Snagging the thrown t-shirt, Dean unfolded it and raised an eyebrow at the faded Led Zeppelin logo, 1971 world tour dates across the back. His favorite shirt. "Hmm, you can wear this one. That'd be pretty hot on you, actually-"
"No. No, you have to wear that one. I'll wear this."
While he stood exaggeratedly slow and stepped into the pants, he watched Cas struggle to get a plain, dark blue t-shirt on the right way. Smirking, he walked up to him and turned it around before tugging it down over his head. Splaying his hands over his abs, he pulled him against him and pressed his face into his ruffled hair. "You sure we gotta go somewhere? Now that I'm helping you get into clothes, my brain's already getting you out of them and I'm thinking round two sounds pretty good right-"
"Maybe after the present." Cas said firmly, turning and pushing him back. "Put your clothes on."
Rolling his eyes and pursing his lips, Dean begrudgingly pulled the shirt on and sat to put his boots on. Cas stood in front of him, coat already on and Dean's over his arm. He held it out and Dean accepted it, standing up and shrugging into it while he made suggestive faces at Cas, inches away from him. "All ready to go, dad."
"I am not your father, nor do I wish to be." Cas admonished with a frown.
"Yeah, me neither. Yikes, I take that back."
Staring into his eyes, Cas squinted before ever so slowly leaning forward and lightly pressing his lips to Dean's.
There were people all around them. People screaming, people cheering, people singing unintelligibly. Every way Dean looked, it was blocked by a sea of people all out of their mind with excitement.
Gasping, he leaned into Cas for support while the transporter nausea overtook him instead of stepping back as he had so many times in the past.
There was loose dirt under his feet, soft dirt that was also swirling about the hundreds, thousands of sweaty bodies occupying the field they appeared to be standing in, eddying about the motes of light glowing red from the setting sun behind Cas.
He could smell dirt and sweat, alcohol and weed. Like, a lot of weed. There were beach balls and hackey sacks and more joints being passed than anyone could possibly count. He blinked.
"Where-"
Then the music started.
He whirled around, facing a huge stage he hadn't seen before with lights and giant speakers lining every available inch space. Three men stood in the center, one sat at an intricate drum-set back a ways.
Dean's mouth fell open in complete shock as Led Zeppelin played out the intro to Since I've Been Loving You and the crowd around him went mad.
"Hey, nice shirt, man! How'd you even get that? I thought they weren't going to sell those until the tour officially kicked off."
Gaping at a small framed man with an impressive mop of metal hair in front of him, Dean swallowed and closed his mouth. "I know one of the roadies."
"Rad! Want a hit?"
He shook his head at the offered blunt, muttering a quiet little 'thanks though' as he stared back at the band. They were literally as close as they could be without being on stage, right against the crowd control gates. He could count the curls in Jimmy Page's hair. He could see the sweat pooling in John Bonham's mustache and he could see the smoke swirling out of the J held tightly in Robert Plant's fingers.
"Workin' from seven to eleven every night, it really makes life a drag. I don't think that's right."
"World Tour 1971, just outside Boston. Bobby told me it was one of their best performances and that you would truly enjoy it. What do you think?"
Wide eyed and more excited and happy than he could remember ever feeling, Dean turned shakily around to the angel, who was watching him closely. "Cas. Cas. Holy shit, Cas!" Impulsively, Dean wrapped his arms around him, picked him up and spun in a tight circle.
Cas looked almost fearful of the reaction, straightening his arms and widening his eyes before Dean placed him back on his feet and kissed him roughly. "I love… it. I love it!" He turned back to the stage and pulled Cas with him, wrapping his arms around Cas' waist so he could watch over his shoulder. He started swaying to the music and singing along quietly.
"Cause I love you, baby, how I love you, darlin', how I love you baby."
Castiel knew he was only singing the words to the song, had heard the song before and knew the words himself, even. But he smiled, placed his hands over Dean's arms and pretended he was saying them to him. Just for this moment.
"Happy birthday, Dean."
