Time... man... I kept running out of it and I couldn't sit down to write this until now. So... enjoy some good PWP w/ a small dash of plot at the end. :)
"Dean, I don't really think this is necessary."
"Cas, I'm going to be gone all weekend. Driving to Florida for a car is going to take a few days. I know you think I took care of Adam, but I would much rather be safe than sorry."
Cas sighed. Dean had dragged him out to some river to practice shooting. The area was so secluded that the dirt road leading to the lake was starting to grow grass. Also, Dean had a security company coming to install a security system at the house. Overprotective, just like Cas knew he'd be. Cas looked at the man standing in front of him, handing him his silver gun.
"Fine."
Dean smiled. "Thanks, babe," he said, kissing him quickly. "Alright, I set up all the cans and bottles for you. All you need to do is point, aim, and shoot. Be careful of the recoil."
"It's a handgun. Not a shotgun," Cas said with a roll of his eyes.
Dean grinned. "Okay, Mr. Gun Expert. Fire away."
Dean stepped back and waited for Cas to fire the gun. He took a second to line up the shot. Dean could tell he was trying to hit the big Jack Daniels bottle Dean had polished off last night. When Cas fired the gun, his hands jumped and it scared him, causing him to jump as well. He missed the bottle.
"You alright?"
"Shut up."
Dean chuckled. He stepped up behind Cas and placed his hands over Cas'. "Make sure you have your sights lined up," he said, letting Cas take aim. "And then just pull the trigger," he instructed, letting his lips brush against Cas' ear.
Cas missed again. "Dammit, Dean!" Cas exclaimed, spinning around to face him. "You did that on purpose."
Dean shrugged, smirking devilishly. "I admit nothing."
Cas narrowed his eyes and turned back to his targets. Now that he knew how it felt to fire the gun, Cas was ready. He took aim at the Jack Daniels bottle again, lined it up in his sights, and fired. The bottle shattered.
Dean chuckled. "Third times a charm."
Cas didn't stop. He continued to mow the bottles and cans down. Dean looked on, impressed… and slightly horny by the sight. "Well, looks like I have a natural on my hands."
Cas rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Can we go now?"
Dean took the gun from Cas and unloaded the clip. "Why are you in such a hurry? It's a nice day. We're under some big shade trees. Enjoy yourself, Cas," he told him as he set the gun and the clip on the blanket clad hood of the Impala.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I want to, but I also have a lot of homework to get done."
Dean leans against the Impala and pulls Cas to stand between his bowed legs. "Well, I'll be gone all weekend, so you have no distractions."
Cas sighed. He really wasn't looking forward to Dean leaving for the weekend. He knew he had to go get a car with Rufus, but three days without someone that has been in every day of your life for the past month wasn't something Cas was looking forward to experiencing. He knew he was being petulant, but he didn't care.
"What?" Dean asked, frowning in confusion at the man standing before him.
"I wouldn't mind you being a distraction…"
Dean chuckled. "I promise when I leave in the morning, I'll drive straight there. I won't stop for anything but gas. Coming back is going to be a little slower since I'm going to be hauling a car, but still, straight home, only gas."
Cas smiled at Dean. He leaned forwards and kissed him. Cas' hands framed Dean's face for a moment, enjoying the feel of the beard he'd been wearing for the past couple of weeks under his hands. When Dean realized Cas wasn't giving him a sweet peck on the lips, Dean pulled him closer, sliding his hands under his shirt to grip his hips. Cas' hands grazed down Dean's neck and found a home on his shoulders, gently pushing him.
Cas pulled away. "Scoot back, Dean."
Dean cocked an eyebrow at him, but complied with his demand. Dean used the cool glass of the windshield to lean against. Cas kicked his shoes off and climbed up onto the Impala. There might have been a blanket underneath them, but he didn't want to risk damaging Dean's pride and joy. Cas straddled Dean's hips and pulled his shirts off. "No cops are going to come by, right?"
Dean smirked up at Cas. "Dear God, I hope not." Cas gave Dean a weary look, but Dean quickly shook his head. "No. No cops. Just us," Dean told him, rubbing his hands up and down Cas' jean clad thighs.
"Good," Cas said in that beautiful deep voice that went straight to Dean's dick.
Cas pulled Dean up off the Impala so he could take off his shirt, but Dean's lips had a mind of their own and the only thing on their mind was Cas' collarbone. It was Dean's favorite place to leave a little mark. However, today his lips wanted to leave a mark that would last a few days, something to remember Dean by while he was gone. Cas ground his hips down on Dean's, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and losing his hand in Dean's hair as he pulled him closer.
Once Dean was satisfied with his handy work, he kissed his way up Cas' neck, stopping once his lips met Cas'. Cas reached around and started pulling up on Dean's shirt. Dean pulled out of the kiss long enough to get the shirt off before going back to kissing Cas. Cas pushed him back down, moving with him. Cas continued to grind against Dean, until Dean couldn't take it anymore.
Dean gently pushed Cas back. "Cas, please tell me – "
Cas sat up and smirked down at Dean. "I would not have started this if I didn't plan on finishing it, Dean."
"You sneaky little bastard," Dean said proudly.
Cas got off the Impala and grabbed the bag out of the back seat. They'd packed some snacks in case Dean got hungry while they were out shooting. While Dean was putting the gun in the Impala, Cas slipped the lube and condoms in the bag. He'd liked the idea of fucking on the Impala well enough and this seemed like a good enough time to try again.
When Cas got back to the front of the car, Dean was naked. Cas laughed and shook his head. "Overzealous are we?"
"Cas, we are about to fuck on my car. I'm more excited than a fat kid in a candy store. Get back up here."
Cas laughed again as he set the items beside Dean and got back on the car. "Now, where was I?" Cas mumbled to himself.
Cas ran his hands over Dean's chest and Dean watched as Cas' mind started working. Cas started his trail of kisses at Dean's ear, moving slowly over his chest, paying a little extra attention to each of his nipples. Cas ran his hands up Dean's sides and slowly dragged his fingers back down. Dean's dick twitched against Cas' jeans.
Cas slid down Dean's body a little, kissing and nipping at his hips with his teeth. Dean gasped and sucked in his bottom lip, biting down on it as he watched Cas. When Cas' mouth finally found Dean's balls, Dean's eyes slammed shut from the sheer pleasure. He silently swore as clutched at the blanket underneath him. He didn't want to touch Cas in case he made the man break his concentration.
Cas took Dean's legs and pushed them a little further apart. He nudged at Dean's cock with his nose and smiled up at the green eyed man. He started kissing on Dean's hips again, moving back up his body, retracing his steps. Dean was a little confused but wasn't about to stop him. As soon as Cas' lips found Dean's, his hand wrapped around his dick, squeezing him gently and moving his thumb over the head of his dick.
Dean groaned into Cas' mouth, making Cas smile. He pulled back and looked Dean in the eye as he squeezed him again. "Cas, stop fucking teasing," he said softly.
Dean reached for the button on his jeans, but Cas grabbed Dean's hands and pushed them against the windshield. "I'm not done yet."
"Cas, you are going to kill me, I swear to God."
Cas just chuckled and Dean had to worry about his safety for a split second. "I'm just memorizing some things."
Dean smirked. "Want me to send you nude pics while I'm gone?"
Cas rolled his eyes. "No," he said, before he really thought out it. "Yeah, maybe."
Dean chuckled. "That's what I thought."
Cas sat back on his heels and looked at the sight before him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. "What are you doing?"
"Not waiting for you send me nudes."
Cas pulled up the camera on his phone and took a picture. "Put your arms behind your head," he directed him.
Dean did as asked and Cas took another picture. Cas smiled. "I think that one is going as the background of my phone."
Dean chuckled and took the phone from him. He pointed the camera at Cas and Dean took a picture of Cas. He quickly sent it to himself before he put Cas' phone on his clothes. "Cas?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you please take off your pants now?"
Cas smiled as he ran his hands down Dean's chest again. "In a minute. I'm not completely done, yet."
Cas moved back down Dean's body and grabbed Dean's hard dick. Before Dean could register anything, Cas had Dean pushed down his throat. Dean swore again, "Fucking hell!"
Dean watched as Cas' head bobbed up and down on him, twisting this way and that, dragging his teeth against him ever so slightly. Dean's hips started moving of their own accord, meeting Cas' in the middle. Cas started massaging Dean's balls, and Dean almost lost it.
Dean pulled Cas off of him and pushed him off the car. Cas stumbled slightly, but got his bearings as Dean jumped off the car and grabbed him up, pulling him tight against him as he kissed him while his hands worked at getting Cas out of his jeans and boxer briefs. Cas' hands got lost in Dean's hair as Dean grabbed onto Cas' dick. He was as hard as Dean.
Dean grabbed Cas' clothes and tossed them on the side of the hood. "You're done," he tells him.
Cas loved it when Dean got rough like that. He pushed Cas towards the hood and smacked his ass, leaving a nice big red hand print there. "Get that ass up on the hood for me."
Cas wanted to tease Dean. He got on his hands and knees and shook his ass in Dean's face. "How do you want me?" he asked him.
Dean grabbed his dick and started stroking it. "Now that's a fucking picture…" he said as he walked up behind Cas.
He smacked his ass again, in the same spot, making that ass cheek a little redder. Dean grabbed the lube off the hood of the car and poured some in his hand. "Stay just like that, baby," he told Cas.
Cas did, saving for the fact that he poked his ass out a little further. Dean pressed a sloppy wet kiss to Cas' whiter ass cheek as pushed his finger inside of him. Cas' head fell forward onto his arm, moaning softly from Dean's ministrations. Dean bent down and grabbed Cas' dick, pulling it back so he could suck on it as he finger fucked him, adding a second and third finger.
Dean pulled away from Cas when he heard him whimper his name. Cas' hand was gripping the blanket like a life line. "Are you done teasing me?" Dean asked.
"Yes. Please just fuck me."
Dean moved towards the condoms, but Cas picked them up before he did and threw them on the ground. "No. Just you."
Dean grabbed the lube and poured more into his palm, working it over his shaft as he told Cas, "Let me up there."
Cas moved over and Dean got on the hood, laying on his back. He grabbed Cas and pulled him over to straddle him. Cas braced his hands on Dean's chest as Dean positioned his dick so Cas could slide down onto him. Once he was buried inside of him, Dean made him sit still for a second. "Wait a second, Cas."
Cas' fingers dug into Dean's chest. "Please, no. I want to move."
Dean took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind. He was so worked up he was ready to come right then and there. Being inside of Cas without a condom on was the best feeling in the entire world. Better than driving Baby wide open with the windows down and the music up. Better than pie. Being inside of Cas without a condom on was better than any kind of pie Dean had ever had. He honestly had no idea why he kept using them.
"Okay, okay. Ride me, Cas."
Cas started moving up and down at a slow pace, too slow for Dean, but Cas needed to get his own rhythm going and Dean was content to sit here and watch him. Dean grabbed a hold of his bobbing cock and started stroking him. Every time Cas moved down, Dean moved up. Cas finally started picking up his pace and soon Dean couldn't keep jerking him off. Dean's hips started meeting Cas again. His hips had a mind of their own, just like his lips, and they were always thinking about fucking Cas.
Dean gripped Cas' hips and starting pulling him down as he came up, taking control of their sex. Cas fell onto Dean's chest, groaning and whimpering out swears and Dean's name. "I'm so close," Cas mumbled against Dean's neck. "So close."
"Where do you want to come, baby?" Dean asked as he pressed his lips to his ear.
"I don't care. Just make me come."
"Always," Dean promised, kissing his temple. Cas moved his head slightly so he could kiss Dean. The kiss was cut off rather abruptly when Cas gasped against Dean's lips as he came on his stomach. Dean kept fucking him. He was close, but not close enough. Cas started kissing on Dean's neck and under his ear.
He gripped his hair and moved his head to the side as Cas marked his neck. Cas never left marks, unless he was lost in the moment. And right at the base of Dean's neck was Cas' moment of losing it. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, pulling him tight against him. He was almost there. He could feel it and it felt so good. Cas pressed his lips to Dean's ear. "Come for me, Dean."
Dean made that beautiful low growling noise as he came inside of Cas. Cas smiled against his cheek, humming softly. Dean relaxed, his arms falling to his side, but still touching Cas. Cas moved to get off of him, but Dean wasn't ready for him to. "Wait a second," he mumbled into Cas' hair. "Just lay on me for a second."
Cas pressed his face against Dean's neck. They were both hot and sweaty and sticky, but if Dean asked him to lay with him for a moment longer, who was he to deny him?
Dean ran his hand up and down Cas' side, enjoying the weight of the man on top of him. Cas leaned up to look down at Dean. "Do you know what we need?"
"A nap?" Dean said with a lazy smile on his face.
Cas nodded. "That, but we need a nice long bath."
"Part of me wondered if you moved in because of me or because of that bathtub."
"Dean, your tub is a gift from God. Directly from the almighty himself!"
Dean chuckled and shook his head. "You moved in because of the tub."
Cas shrugged. "Maybe a little, but it mostly has to do with the man I live with."
Dean smiled like a big idiot before kissing Cas. "That's a good answer."
Cas moved off of Dean. Dean reached over and grabbed his t-shirt, not really thinking about it before wiping his and Cas' chests off. "Dean, that was your shirt…"
Dean realized and shrugged. "I'll just throw on your other shirt," he said before cleaning himself off.
The two of them got dressed, Dean grabbing Cas' blue plaid shirt and pulling it on. He buttoned up most of the buttons but it was a little too snug in the shoulders. Dean had to leave the top several buttons open. Cas smiled. "Yes. That is an awesome wardrobe choice."
Dean chuckled and grabbed Cas, pulling him against him again. Dean pressed his face against Cas' neck and started kissing him, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling it down so Dean could kiss on his collarbone. When Cas realized Dean was trying to mark him again, Cas pulled back. "I'm onto you, Dean Winchester… You left one. That's enough."
Dean smirked. "That's what you think," he said, winking at him.
Cas grabbed the gun off the hood of the Impala. "So, now that the inevitable sex is out of the way, would you like to continue to shoot?"
"I'd like you to continue. Just because you got lucky and hit all those cans doesn't mean you're a sharp shooter," he told Cas as he walked over to the log to set the cans back up.
"But you have to admit that was pretty badass," Cas said.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, but don't let it go to your head. I want you to feel comfortable holding that gun," Dean told him as he walked back over to Cas. "I want you to be able to pull the gun out of the case and use it at a moment's notice."
"Dean, I – "
Dean made a loud buzzer noise. "I don't want to hear it. I've said my piece and I've counted to ten."
"Did you really just quote – "
"Are you going to fucking shoot or stand there and judge my quoting capabilities?"
Cas looked at Dean sideways. "And doing both isn't an option?"
"Oh my God, would you fucking shoot already?"
Cas laughed and aimed the gun at the bottles as Dean leaned back against the Impala and watched him. He needed Cas to know how to use his gun. He knew Cas didn't want him to leave because he would miss him, but Dean didn't want to leave because he wouldn't be there to protect Cas should this Adam Douchebag decide he wasn't all that scared of Dean after all. Hence the reason for the security system at the house, as well. Dean needed peace of mind while he was gone or he was going to drive Rufus crazy.
Right as Cas was about to take his shot, Dean's phone started ringing. Dean pulled his phone out of his pants and saw it was his mom. "It's my mom."
Cas lowered the gun as Dean answered the call. "Hey, Mom."
Cas was nervous about eventually meeting Dean's parents. Sam and Jess were one thing, but Mary and John Winchester was another thing all together. Dean's mom called him at least once a week and he practically talked to his father every other day thanks to their jobs. John worked at Singer Auto Salvage with his best friend/uncle to his children, Bobby Singer. Whenever Dean needed a part for whatever car Rufus was rebuilding at the time, Singer Auto Salvage was the first place he called.
"Just out shooting…" Dean said as he looked up at Cas.
Dean kept putting off telling his parents about Cas. They knew he was seeing someone and they knew that someone's name was Cas, but they had no idea that the name was attached to a guy and not a girl. Dean chose his words carefully when he spoke about Cas. He never used pronouns. Ever.
"A family dinner next Friday?" Cas' eyes got really big, mostly because Dean's widened. Dean knew he couldn't keep Cas a secret forever. "Yeah, we'll be there," Dean told Mary.
Cas' jaw dropped. He was not ready for this. Dear Christ, he was not ready for this.
"Yes, we as in Cas and me," he clarified for her. "Alright, I love you, too. Bye"
As soon as Dean put his phone back in his pocket, Cas said, "Are you out of your mind? You're going to tell them during a family dinner?"
"I think coming out to my family would be better if they were all in the same place."
"Wait, coming out to your family? Do you mean more than your parents?"
"Well, usually when we have family dinners Bobby and Benny and his wife Andrea are there."
"So then everyone is going to be there. Are you sure that's the best way?"
Dean walked over to Cas and smiled at him. "You know you have nothing to worry about, right?"
Cas took a deep breath. "Are you sure?"
Dean nodded. "I know you probably want to be the good boyfriend where the parents like you and all that horseshit, but honestly, Cas, there's nothing they say that's going to change my mind about you."
Cas smiled, melting against Dean. "Thanks, Dean."
Dean kissed him for a moment. "Alright, enough distractions. When you can hit all those cans twice, we can go home and get in the bathtub."
Cas spun around. "You don't have to tell me twice."
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