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Dean would have to admit that it did things to his chest when he pulled up and found Cas' Prius in his driveway. As much of an abomination as the car was, it put a smile on his face. Cas had been waiting for him in the shower when he walked in, which made him smile even brighter. However, the smile faded when they stayed in the shower so long they ran out of hot water. The sudden cold burst of water had both guys scrambling out of the tub faster than they've ever gotten in it.
But that was a couple of hours ago. Now they're on their way to Sam and Jess' apartment. Dean knew that Sam didn't care that he was bringing home a guy, but part of him was still nervous. He knew Cas was nervous, too. He hadn't stopped fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt since he got in the car.
"Calm down, Cas. You're making me nervous."
Cas looked over at Dean. It was easy for Dean to say. Dean wasn't on his way to meet part of Cas' family. He knew nothing about the two people he was about to meet. He wished at that moment he could be like Dean and not care. He knew that even when Cas brought him home to meet the family, Dean would be cool as a cucumber because that's just how Dean was. Maybe Cas could adopt the persona for a night. What would Dean do? Not give a damn, that's what Dean would do.
"Sorry," he told him, rolling his neck and taking a deep breath. He let it out slowly. "So, what's Sam's girlfriend's name?"
"Jess."
"Jess? I have a girl that sits beside me in biology named Jess."
Dean didn't respond. They had arrived. Cas held his breath as he looked up at the large apartment building. He could do this. Be Dean, he told himself as he got out of the Impala. He had insisted on driving, but Dean laughed in his face. Cas didn't find anything funny.
Dean took Cas' hand, making Cas smile, as he lead him up the front steps to the apartment building. Dean pressed the buzzer for their apartment.
"Who is it?" asked a rather manly feminine voice.
"Avon," Dean said, with a slight bit of annoyance in his tone.
"Sorry, we don't use Avon here. It's either Maybelline or Maybe-I-think-not."
"Open the damn door, Sam! The food's getting cold!"
Sam started laughing. "Alright, alright," Sam told them as he unlocked the front door.
"Hell yes," Dean mumbled as he pulled Cas through the door and up three flights of stairs.
Dean didn't even knock when they got to the door. He barged in and said, "Where's the food?"
Cas could hear a girl laughing from somewhere in the apartment. Sam came from around the corner. "About time you guys got here."
"Water problems at the house," Dean half lied. There were water problems, but it's not what made them late. If anything, the lack of hot water is what got them here only twenty minutes late.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sam, this is Cas Novak. Cas, this is my baby brother, Sam."
Cas couldn't place him, but he looked familiar. Cas probably should've taken a moment to look at the pictures on Dean's walls, but he only noticed the ones that were going down the hall to Dean's bedroom and Cas hasn't had a chance to pay attention to the walls while walking down the hallway.
Sam stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you," he said as he shook Cas' hand. "Come meet Jess."
"Yes, Jess! Jess is in the kitchen. We should go to the kitchen."
Cas and Sam both gave Dean a look that told him to stop thinking with his stomach for five minutes. Dean rolled his eyes and pushed Cas in front of him as he motioned for Sam to lead the way. Jess had her back turned to them as they walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, Jess," Dean greeted her.
Jess turned around from where she was stirring the refried beans and her jaw dropped. Standing beside Dean was her biology partner. "Cas?"
"Jess?"
"Wait," Dean said. "So Jess is the Jess in your biology class?" Dean asked as he put two and two together.
Jess started laughing. "What a small world," she exclaimed.
Cas started laughing with her, but not for the same reasons. Here he had envied this girl he hardly knew for her relationship she had with her boyfriend, and now he was dating her boyfriend's brother. What a small world, indeed, he thought.
"Okay, let's get all this on the table and I want to hear how the two of you met!"
Dean and Cas gave their best fake smiles before looking at one another pointedly. Neither of them had thought about this. Dean had told Charlie the truth because he knew she wouldn't say anything, but now they were presented with having to tell the story together. Dean nodded his head at Cas, trying to tell him that he should tell the story, but Cas' blue eyes got real big as he slightly shook his head no. Cas knew Dean could come up with a better story simply because Cas was so nervous.
Dean narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. There was no way to get out of this without telling the honest truth, or lying so bad that Sam would see right through it and call him out on it. Then a really good lie hit Dean. He almost kicked himself it was so simple.
"Yeah, let's get this food on the table. That's a great idea."
Jess laughed at Dean. "My garbage disposal," she called him as she patted his cheek.
Dean started some generic conversation asking how they'd been since he last spoke to them. It got them through filling their plates with Jess' Tex-Mex. "So, spill."
Cas stopped moving, stopped breathing as he waited for Dean to lie for them. "He came into the shop and got some work done to his car," Dean said with a shrug. "Not that much of a story. I asked him for drinks and one thing lead to another and here we are."
Out of the blue, a conversation Cas and Jess had in biology popped into his mind, causing him to blurt out. "You were going to set him up with Lisa Braden."
Jess nodded. "Yeah, I had no idea, though… about you two."
Cas shook his head. "No, no. I just remember you talking about it. My mind is replaying all the conversations we had."
Dean frowned. "You talk about me?"
Jess rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I asked Cas if he knew if Lisa was seeing anyone because I thought you'd like her."
Dean smirked. "Keep her on the back burner for me."
Cas took one of his tortilla chips and threw it at Dean. Dean laughed and winked at him. Cas, Sam, and Jess rolled their eyes and went back to eating. Sam started asking Cas questions about his life. He said, "It looks like I'm the only person here that doesn't know you." Dean knew that to mean that he was about to do his Sam thing just without the aid of a computer. He should've warned Cas, but Cas didn't seem to be bothered by the interrogation. He answered all of Sam's questions without any hesitation. Cas even fired some back at his baby brother. Watching the two of them laughing and getting along made his chest feel funny again.
Once they were finished with dinner, Jess smiled at Dean. "I have a surprise for you."
"If you pull out a pie, I'm going to demand that you and Sam get married after dessert."
"Dean…" Jess said, cutting her eyes at him.
"It's a pie," Sam told him, smiling brightly at Jess.
She rolled her eyes and blushed a little as she got up. "Thanks for ruining the surprise, Sam," Jess said as she got up and walked into the kitchen, playfully bumping her boyfriend's chair on the way.
"Wait, are you guys planning on telling me some bad news? I mean, first the Tex-Mex and then the pie? Are one of you dying?"
"Food is what would soften that kind of a blow?" Sam asked incredulously.
"I could eat my feelings…" Dean said, trying to justify himself.
Sam gave him his best bitchface. Dean never ate his feelings. Dean always just ate. He didn't understand how his brother wasn't as big as a house with as much food as he put away. "No, Dean. No one is dying. Jess just thought it would be nice to make you a pie. Sometimes people like to do nice things for the people they love."
Dean rolled his eyes. "I knew that," he said, pausing for a second before yelling at Jess, "I love you, too, Jess."
"I know, sweetie," she called back from the kitchen.
Cas laughed. He loved how close they all were. He wished his sister was older and less of a demon spawn so they could be close like Sam and Dean. Dean got up and walked into the kitchen to help her. He patted Cas' chest on the way. Sam smiled at Cas.
"He likes you."
Cas frowned at Sam, a little confused by the obvious statement.
"No, no. I mean, really likes you."
Cas wasn't sure how true this statement was. It still hasn't even been a week. I mean, he really liked Dean, but Cas was like that. He got attached easy. He knew Dean liked him, but he doubted it was as much as he liked Dean. When Dean told him yesterday morning that he wanted to spend the weekend together, Cas got really excited. He really loved spending time with him.
"Dean doesn't let people in very easy. I don't know why he's like that. He's got, like, a wall or something around him and he only lets in a few people, but once you're in he's the most loyal guy, would do anything for you." Cas remembered today and how Dean took care of his car for him and how he planned to continue to take care of his car. "That's how he shows you he cares," Sam explained.
"Dessert is served!" Dean announced as he and Jess walk out of the kitchen.
He set a piece of apple pie in front of Cas and winked at him as he sat back in his seat. Cas smiled back at Dean. Maybe Dean did like Cas as much as he liked Dean. Maybe this connection he had with the green eyed mechanic was more profound than what he thought.
^O^
Dean and Cas didn't leave Sam and Jess' apartment until two in the morning. After dessert, Jess insisted on playing board games. After a rather vicious round of Monopoly where Dean lost to Sam by a hundred dollars, they called it a night.
"He didn't cheat, Dean," Cas told him for the fifth time as they made their way back to Dean's.
"Whose side are you on?" Dean asked accusingly.
Cas smiled and shook his head. "He cheated," Cas told him, moving to sit in the middle of the bench seat.
"Now you're just placating me," Dean sighed.
Cas pressed a few kisses to his jaw. "Am I?"
Dean hummed softly. "If that's what you're doing, keep doing it," he told him.
Cas slid his hand up Dean's inner thigh, cupping Dean through his jeans. Dean was feeling what Cas was putting down, but he didn't want to wait until he got home to fuck him. He mentally drove through Lawrence, trying to find a place to hide while he fucked Cas in the backseat, but he realized he didn't have to find some alley to park in. He had a place on the ride home.
But he'd need supplies.
Dean pulled into a small convenience store parking lot. Cas frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Getting supplies."
"Supplies? For what?"
"I'm not waiting until we get home," Dean told him before getting out of the car.
It took Cas a second to catch on that they were going to have sex now. Cas started smiling as he watched Dean scour the store for supplies. Dean found a rack of condoms near the far wall. Underneath the condoms were a couple of bottles of lube and other personal items. Dean grabbed one of the small bottles and a pack of condoms. He walked up to the register and set his things down in front of the cashier, Kaylee, according to her name tag.
Kaylee smirked at Dean. "She's finally letting you do anal, huh?"
Dean smirked back at Kaylee. He turned and looked outside, finding Cas watching him like a hawk. "He always lets me do anal," he told her.
Her mouth dropped as she looked outside where Dean looked a minute ago and found Cas sitting there. She quickly finished Dean's purchase and bagged his items. She hesitated for a second before telling him, "Have great sex!"
Dean tried not to laugh at the girl as he told her thanks. He hurried back out to the car and tossed the bag into the passenger side floor board. "Cashier says to have great sex. I say we don't let her down."
Cas grinned. "We haven't yet."
Dean slammed the car into reverse and peeled out of the parking lot. Cas started kissing Dean's neck again and rubbing him through his jeans. Dean reached over to reciprocate, but Cas stopped him. "Hands at ten and two, Dean," he commanded him in that low voice of his.
Dean put his hands back on the wheel. "Yes, sir."
Dean was lucky there were no cops out at this time of night. To say he was speeding would be putting it mildly. He was pretty sure the wheels came off the ground at one point. When Dean got to his shop, the car might've slid in sideways, but all the blood had rushed from his brain to his dick. He didn't have the capacity to care.
"Grab the bag," Dean told Cas as he got out of the car. He had to unlock the front door and turn off the alarm.
Cas caught up with him, pressing himself against Dean as he kissed and nipped at his back through his shirts. Finally they were inside. Dean locked the door back and pulled Cas behind him as he ran to his office. He opened his office door and the phone to the building rang.
"Shit! That's the alarm company. Fuck. Hold on." Dean answered the phone. "Winchester's?" Cas started pulling on Dean's plaid shirt. "This is Dean and my password is Smith and Wesson. Everything's fine. Needed some stuff from the office." Once Cas had Dean's shirt off, he started pulling up his t-shirt, kissing on his back. He reached around and unzipped Dean's jeans, shoving his hand inside to palm at Dean. "How long am I going to be here? Shit, I don't know." He told the lady, struggling with thinking past what Cas was doing. "I'm going to be here awhile, okay? I'll call you when I'm leaving."
Cas wormed his way between Dean and the desk, kissing him along his jaw line. Cas was getting impatient. What would Dean do? Cas thought. Cas took the phone from Dean. "Look, Dean and I are about to have sex on his desk. As soon as we're finished, we'll give you a call. Thanks for your concerns. Everything's fine. Have a good night."
Cas slammed the phone down and pulled Dean's shirt over his head. Cas looked at Dean's face to see an amused, shocked look sitting there. "What? You were taking too long. I'm not a fan of anything that gets in between your cock and me."
Dean smiled brightly at Cas. "You're awesome," he told him before grabbing him up and kissing him hard on the lips. Cas melted against him. He had Dean's full attention now and things were about to get a lot better.
Dean unbuttoned the top few buttons of Cas' shirt before pulling it over his head. As soon as Cas' shirt was out of the way, Dean started kissing on Cas' neck and collarbone. "Harder," Cas groaned.
Dean pulled away and looked at Cas. "Harder?"
"Dean, I'm a little more durable than the girls you sleep with. You can be a little rougher than usual."
Dean looked at Cas for a moment longer before fisting his hair and pulling his head back to expose his neck to him. Dean kissed him harder, dragging his teeth against his neck before biting down a little harder than what he had been, but not hard enough to hurt him. Cas moaned so loud it echoed off the walls. "Like that?" Dean growled against his ear.
"God, yes."
Dean let go of Cas' hair and started working on his pants. "Kick your shoes off," Dean commanded. Cas quickly complied and did as told. Dean knelt down in front of him and took off his jeans and boxers before standing back up and turning him around. He slapped his ass. "Bend over, Cas," Dean said before racking his arm across his desk and pushing everything that was on the right side of his desk onto the floor.
"Fuck," Cas swore under his breath as he bent over onto the empty side of the desk.
Dean spotted the bag from the convenience store in his office chair and snatched up the lube. He oiled up his fingers and slide one into Cas. "Fuck yourself on my finger."
Cas started moving back and forth, breathing a little more heavier as he pressed his face against the crook of his arm. "More," Cas begged.
Dean slid in a second finger as he started unfastening his jeans. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, bending as he did so. He sinked his teeth into Cas' ass cheek, smiling devilishly as Cas whimpered. Dean reared back and smacked his ass right where he bit him, loving the sight of Cas digging his fingers into the wood of his desk. "More," Cas begged again. When Dean slipped in a third finger, Cas shook his head. "No more fingers, Dean. Give me what I want."
"What do want, Cas?" Dean asked, pressing rough, hungry kisses to Cas' back.
"Your cock, Dean. Give it to me."
Dean quickly reached over and grabbed the condoms. He'd never gotten one on faster than he had right then. Cas leaned up on his hands as he looked over his shoulder and watched Dean. Dean poured some lube in his hand and worked it over himself as he watched Cas watching him. He kicked his shoes off and got out of the rest of his clothes. Cas bent back over, but Dean stopped him.
"No," he told him as he pulled him back up. "I've been taking you from behind all day. Your horse wants a ride."
Cas smirked at Dean as he got up on his desk and laid back. Dean smiled as Cas climbed up onto the desk and slid down onto him. He fucking loved the face Cas made as he impaled himself on his dick. He almost loved it as much as the feeling of Cas riding him. Dean reached up and started slowly stroking Cas. Soon, Cas was fucking his hand as he was riding him. All Dean wanted to do was kiss him and watch Cas lose it, but that was kind of hard to do at this angle.
"I'm so close."
"Where do you want to come?" Dean asked him, softly.
Cas thought for a second, trying to decide during the barrage of pleasure. "Your mouth."
"Do it, baby."
A few seconds later, Cas got on his knees and Dean wrapped his lips around Cas dick as he came in his mouth. He hissed as Dean's tongue rubbed the underside of his dick. Cas pulled himself from Dean's mouth and got off the desk. Dean wasn't sure what Cas thought he was doing, but then Cas pulled the condom off of Dean. "Get in the chair," he told Dean as he tossed the condom in the trash.
Dean didn't hesitate. He hurried off the desk and plopped down in his chair. Cas knelt in front of him and started sucking him off. "Shit, Cas," Dean groaned.
Cas knew what that meant. He worked a little harder, a little faster to make Dean come. Dean shoved his dick into Cas mouth and came down his throat. Once Dean pulled himself from Cas' mouth, Cas collapsed on the floor. He was spent. Dean got on the floor with him, crawling over him to hover over his face. "You okay."
"We can't keep having all this sex, Dean. I mean, we can, but prepare to be boyfriendless soon, because it's going to kill me."
Dean grinned at the panting man underneath him. "I can't have that now, can I?"
Cas smiled up at Dean lazily before pulling him down on top of him to kiss him.
I promise there's going to be more to this story than just them fucking everywhere. Hand to Chuck. But if you want to make a suggestion on where/how/whatevs these two bunny rabbits go at it, feel free to leave me one. I have one more I want to do for the next chapter and then we're going to get into some more plotty goodness. xD Thanks for reading and feel free to leave a review if you'd like. Thanks for everyone that's left me some love so far. You guys are the most awesome. ;)
