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When Cas woke up the next morning, it was because he felt a heavy weight on his chest. He opened his eyes to find Dean sprawled across him, snoring softly. Cas smiled at the sight, pressing his cheek against the top of Dean's head. He ran his fingers over Dean's back and hummed happily. When they got home last night, Cas and Dean took a long hot bath where Dean washed his back and massaged his feet as they talked about their favorite Star Trek episodes. When they got out, Dean stopped him from putting anything on and made him get in bed with him naked. Dean promptly then curled up behind Cas and passed smooth out.
Cas hoped this wasn't some kind of "honeymoon" phase where after a few months all this stopped. He really wanted this, wanted Dean like this. He cleared his mind of any pessimistic thoughts and tried to go back to sleep. However, his mind was already awake and telling his body to wake up. It was times like this he wished he could cook. He'd love to be able to surprise Dean with breakfast in bed. Cas could surprise him with coffee. He knew how to make coffee. It was his job to know how to make it.
But how does he get out from under Dean without waking him?
Cas tried to slide out from underneath him, but Dean groaned and pulled him closer. Cas laid still for a moment, hoping Dean wasn't awake. As soon as he heard the snoring again, Cas tried one more time. He grabbed Dean's hand and tried to lift it up, but Dean's head jerked up. "What're ya doin'?"
Cas stroked Dean's face. "I was just going to go make coffee for us," Cas said softly.
"Wha' time is it?"
"It's still pretty early. Go back to sleep."
"You go back to sleep. I'm not ready to let you outta bed."
Cas gave Dean a small smile. "Okay," he agreed before Dean burrowed his face back against Cas' neck and tucked him underneath him. Cas would just lay here and hold him. Maybe he'd get sleepy again and go back to sleep. But that plan didn't work because Cas couldn't keep his hands still. He kept running his fingers up and down Dean's arm and back. Usually this would put Dean right to sleep, but he'd been sleeping all night. The only thing this was doing was waking him up. He loved the feel of Cas' hands on his bare skin.
"I'm awake," Dean said with a sigh.
Cas chuckled softly. "I'm sorry, Dean."
Dean leaned up, bracing himself on his elbow as he looked down at Cas. "It's okay," he told him before kissing him.
"Mm, morning breath," Cas poked fun.
Dean smirked. "Weren't you going to go make me some coffee?"
Cas chuckled and got out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans off the floor. Cas didn't notice, but Dean did. Cas had slipped on Dean's jeans. Dean knew he looked good in them, but he loved watching Cas walk out of his bedroom with them on. Once Cas was out of his sight, he stretched out like a cat in the summer sun and sighed. He was happy. He was really happy. Maybe he would take Charlie's advice more often.
He hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs. He followed the smell of coffee into the kitchen where he found Cas putting sugar and creamer in two empty cups. Dean walked up behind Cas and pressed a kiss to his shoulder and neck. "Hungry?"
"Yes, I am."
"What are you in the mood for? Pancakes? Waffles? French Toast?" he asked as he pressed a few more kisses across Cas' back.
Cas turned around in Dean's arms. "Waffles."
"Plain or blueberry?"
"Blueberry."
"Eggs?"
"Yes."
"Bacon or sausage?"
Cas started smiling. "Bacon."
"What?"
"Nothing, I just really like having all these options."
Dean smiled at him. "Good."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Dean's smile faded slightly. "No," he told him before pulling away and going over to the cabinets and fridge to pull out everything he needed.
"I can't be a good cook unless I have someone teach me."
Dean turned to him as he pulled a bowl out of the cabinet. "If you knew how to cook, what would you need me for?" he asked with a wink.
Cas put on a thoughtful look and nodded. "Touché."
Dean narrowed his eyes as Cas laughed at him. Cas moved out of Dean's way so he had the entire kitchen to work with. Cas took a seat and watched him work in silence for a moment. "So what are we doing today?"
Dean had his back to Cas. He saw his cheeks get a little bigger on the side and he knew he was smiling. "I'm going to show you what it feels like to fly, Cas."
"Fly? We're going on a trip?"
Dean shook his head as he looked over his shoulder. "No, I'm going to take you for a ride in the Impala. I'm going to show you what Rufus meant yesterday."
"Is that so?"
"Absolutely. You'll be looking to trade in that Prius before the end of the day."
"And what would I be trading it in for?"
Dean looked Cas over one good time before nodding. "A Thunderbird. Maybe a '57? Yeah, a blue one," he told him before going back to mixing the waffle batter.
"I have no idea what that looks like."
"You better be glad you're pretty…" Dean said as he shook his head disappointingly.
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"These roads seem a little… dangerous," Cas said as he looked worriedly at the road ahead of them as they turned off the main highway. The road looked like it was older than God himself, like it had been paved over once and the pot holes had been filled more times than most hookers. Then it turned into a dirt road every so many miles. Dean took to the road like an old lover. He knew just where to swerve to miss a dip or bump and at just what speed to take the curves. He sped down the straight aways with the music blaring, singing classic rock at the top of his lungs. All the windows were down and breeze was keeping the t-shirt clad men from getting too sweaty.
Cas understood what it meant to fly. There was a certain freedom he felt riding with Dean. Cas knew how to speed. When Cas drove from Kansas and back home to Illinois, Cas paid no attention to speed limits. To him, they were more like guidelines. He would roll the windows down and crank his tunes, but this right here with Dean was nothing like that. There was nothing but farmland as far as the eye could see, then it would turn to thick forest, then back to farmland. They drove up and down the roads for hours.
Dean looked over at Cas and smiled. He could tell that Cas was enjoying himself. Cas would sing along with him during the more popular songs, but when he didn't know the words, his hands were tapping out the beat on the door and the back of the seat. Dean never took anyone on these rides with him. There was just something about these times that he wanted to spend alone, but he wanted Cas to experience it for some reason. He knew Cas would enjoy himself more than anyone else he brought along would have.
Dean was getting a little tired of driving. He wanted to stretch his legs out for a little while. He remembered a dead end road that wasn't far up ahead. He could park the car there and get out to walk around and Baby wouldn't be sitting on the side of the road.
"What's wrong?" Cas asked as they pulled down the road. Dean didn't go far down the turn off. He parked the car far enough away from the main road to not be in the way of the nonexistent traffic.
"Nothing," Dean told him. "I just want to get out and stretch my legs."
Dean turned off the car and get out. Cas followed suit. They were in the middle of nowhere with nothing but forest around them. The road was poorly paved and they hadn't seen another vehicle in at least two hours.
"This is like… the first five minutes of some horror movie, Dean," Cas told him as he looked around.
Dean chuckled. "There is nothing in the woods that's going to get you," Dean told him as he stretched his back before twisting at the waist.
Cas turned to him. "Want me to rub your back? You've been driving all day."
"If you could rub my shoulders, you would completely earn your keep."
Cas smacked Dean's ass before rubbing his shoulders. "Watch it, buddy."
Dean started to chuckle, but it quickly turned into a moan as Cas started his massage. "You are so good," Dean told him. He wasn't sure if Cas was really talented or if he was just really sore, but either way, this was doing more than just relaxing his shoulders.
Dean let him go for a few more minutes before he stopped Cas. He turned around and pulled the dark haired man against him. "I've got something else you can rub," he told him, nudging Cas' nose with his own.
Cas smirked. "Is that so?" Dean nodded, grabbing Cas' hand and pressing it against his crotch. "Well, I'll be damned, you do," he said with fake shock as he started to rub Dean through his jeans.
"You want to fuck in the back seat?"
"Not unless you're Harry Potter and can make condoms and lube appear out of thin air."
Dean chuckled. "I'm not Potter, but I am a diligent, if not slightly hopeful, boyfriend that came prepared."
Cas' eyes widened as he looked at Dean. "Did you bring me out here to do this?"
Dean shook his head. "No, but the thought crossed my mind that we might." Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean. Dean stopped Cas' hand and pressed Cas against the car. "Cas, I brought you out here to ride the back roads with me. I wanted nothing more than to spend the day with you doing something I love. If you don't want to have – "
Goddamn Dean and his thoughtful ways, Cas thought. Cas knew Dean was telling the truth. He knew Dean brought him out here to enjoy the open road. It just so happened that they had a condition, a condition that caused the two of them to not be able to stay with one another for more than six hours without having sex.
Cas crashed his lips against Dean's, pulling the slightly larger man against him. Dean wrapped his arm around Cas' waist, pulling him away from the car so he could open the back door. He pulled out of the kiss. "Get in."
Cas quickly got in, but stopped Dean from attacking him once Dean was in the car. "Aren't people going to see us?"
"Cas, when was the last time we saw a car?"
"Earlier."
Dean shook his head. "No one is going to see us." Dean could tell that didn't nullify Cas' fears. "We'll be quick."
Cas took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay."
Dean reached over the front seat and opened the glove compartment. He grabbed the lube and condom and put it in the back glass. "Come here," Dean told him as he pulled Cas over to straddle his lap.
Cas bumped his head. "Dean, I think I'm too tall for this."
"Try leaning back against the front seat," Dean suggested.
Cas tried, but it didn't work. Cas was just too tall to straddle Dean in the back seat. "How about if I lay down?"
Sudden, Dean smiled devilishly. "How about I bend you over the hood of the Impala?"
Cas looked a little apprehensive. "Someone will definitely see us then."
Dean shook his head. "They're going to be speeding down the road, Cas. No one is going to see us as they pass by."
Cas looked out the back glass, biting his lip. He shook his head and looked down at the man sitting underneath him. "Goddamn you, Dean Winchester. Fine. Come on."
Dean smiled as bright as a kid in a candy store as Cas climbed off of him and got out of the car. Dean grabbed the condom and lube and handed it to Cas as he got out of the car. "Take this. Let me get a blanket to put down."
"I doubt my bare ass is going to scratch the paint," Cas told him as he Dean opened the trunk and pulled out a blanket.
Dean smiled sweetly at Cas as he walked up to him. He kissed Cas softly for a moment before looking into his beautiful blue eyes. "Cas, baby, I ain't worried about the paint. I'm worried about you burning yourself on the hood."
"Oh," Cas said softly, melting at Dean's consideration.
Dean grabbed Cas' free hand and pulled him behind him. Dean laid the blanket out and pressed his hand on the hood. He could still feel the heat through the blanket. He doubled it up and pressed his hand against it again, but didn't feel anything. Dean grabbed the condom and lube out of Cas' hand and shoved it into his back pocket. He pulled Cas to stand between him and his car.
Cas moaned softly at Dean's sweet kisses. He said they were going to be quick, but so far, Dean was taking his time. Dean was happy with kissing Cas for a little while. It seemed like their time together was always so heated and passionate that just kissing one another was foregone for the actual sex part. Cas ran his hands up the back of Dean's shirt as Dean cupped his jaw in both hands.
Finally, Dean ran his hands down Cas' chest until he reached the button on Cas' – Dean's – jeans. Dean unfastened them and ran his hands around Cas' waist, pushing his boxer briefs and jeans down. Dean grabbed two handfuls of Cas' ass and pulled him against him, causing Cas to moan loudly.
Dean finally broke their kiss and gently pushed Cas back. "Lay back for me."
Dean pulled his shirt off and balled it up for Cas to lay his head on. Dean kissed Cas one more time before moving down to his semi hard dick and putting him into his mouth. Cas wished he could be completely out of his clothes so he could spread himself wide for Dean, but he knew if someone passed by, it would be easier to just pull his pants up then to get dressed again.
Dean pulled away from him and grabbed his legs, throwing them over his head before going back to work on Cas' cock. While Dean was sucking Cas off, he unfastened his own pants and pulled himself out of his jeans. He grabbed the lube out of his back pocket and slicked up his fingers before sliding them inside of Cas. Dean's slow rhythm was driving Cas crazy.
"Dean, faster," he begged.
Dean moved his fingers faster as he pulled Cas out of his mouth. "I fucking love it when you beg, Cas."
Cas used his legs to pull Dean closer. He reached down and palmed Dean's cock. "Give me some lube."
Dean shook his head. "I don't want your hand," Dean told him as he grabbed Cas' hips and pulled him to the edge of the Impala's hood. Dean reached into his back pocket and pulled out the condom, ripping it open and sliding it down over himself. He pocketed the wrapper as Cas grinned at him.
Dean positioned the head of his dick at Cas' ass. Right before Dean could push inside of him, a car races by. Both Cas and Dean stop breathing, waiting to hear the car – shit, the car's brakes squealed as it came to a stop. They get tangled up in Cas legs as they both try to get them from around Dean's body. "Stop moving, Cas!" Dean said as he finally got Cas' legs over his head.
Dean grabbed his shirt as Cas scrambled to pull his jeans up. "Sonofabitch," Dean swore under his breath as the car – the police car, to be more exact – that came racing by backed up to the road they were parked on. Dean quickly put on his shirt and tucked himself back inside his jeans, pushing his erection to the side. Dean gave both Cas and himself a once over to make sure there was no way to tell that they were about to fuck.
They walked around to the back of the Impala. "Good evening, officer," Dean greeted him.
"Everything okay?" asked the large, burly man. He looked like every stereotypical cop.
Dean nodded. "Yes, sir. Just been riding the roads. Got out to stretch our legs," Dean told him as he leaned against the back of the Impala, crossing his arms and ankles.
Cas stood beside him, nervous as hell, hands shoved in his pockets, waiting for the cop to write him a ticket for fucking his boyfriend in the woods. He wasn't even sure if that was a ticket, but he knew indecent exposure was, and that was close enough.
The cop sat there for a second, eyeing the both of them. His eyes fell on Cas and Cas swore his heart stopped beating. The cop smirked and motioned to Cas' pants. "Might want to fix your fly, son. You two might want to get home. It's getting late," he told them, winking and laughing heartily before peeling out and driving off.
Cas and Dean both looked down and saw his zipper was down. Cas blushed so hard that Dean couldn't help but smile at him. "This is not fucking funny, Dean!"
Dean shook his head. "I'm not laughing," Dean said, throwing his hands up in defense.
"This is so embarrassing. Can we go home?"
Dean chuckled then. "Yeah, Cas. Let's go home."
Cas zipped himself up and stalked over to the passenger side door, where he got in and sulked until they got home. Dean pulled the car into the garage and they got out. Cas walked past Dean towards the door, but Dean stopped him. He leaned against the car and pulled Cas against him. "You okay?"
Cas sighed and nodded. "Yeah. I think the mortification is over."
"Other than the ending, did you have fun today?"
"I did. I had a really great time… up until the cop."
"Then, let's pretend that didn't happen, alright? It ended with mind blowing sex on the hood of the Impala. And if you ever need a replay of it, we can leave the car parked right here and fuck in the garage."
Cas laughed at Dean, shaking his head, before telling him. "I'll let you know."
Dean smiled. "Good. So, how about we get a shower, let me fix you some dinner, and then we watch a movie? Maybe make out like some horny teenagers? Then got to bed?"
Cas' foul mood melted away like the snow. "That sounds like a perfect night," he told Dean as he wrapped his arms around his neck.
You got a little of it, eh? I've had this planned for the past three days, so please don't be angry with me. LOL! Thanks for all the reviews you guys have been giving me. I love reading them! Leave me some more! Thanks for reading! ^.^
