"I understand that this is very difficult for the both of you given your... situation."
"Given our species?"
"That's not what I said."
"'s what you meant." –Dean snorted humorlessly as the principal grew more and more agitated with every retort that flew from Dean's mouth.
Castiel stood by watching the situation nervously. He couldn't get his thoughts in order. He was torn between feeling angry at Dean for the confrontation, feeling pity for the woman as she was clearly a dimwit, really unfit to handle a job that requires morphing the young humans minds, and that oil on his hands that still slid between his fingers, making them shine with slick, and that aroma... Castiel felt highly unqualified to handle such a situation. At his age and at his own struggling with maturity being presented with what was literally an offer to mate was... With a demon nonetheless. Who couldn't even keep his own oil in check. Letting his hormones do that in the middle of a fight... Demons were always known for lack of control but this was ridiculous. Castiel didn't want the responsibility of knowing the demon's smell. He was neither family nor a friend, let alone a lover. He should be mad at Dean for getting his oil on his hands... But, the deep blush that graced his features spoke of shame. Dean was clearly embarrassed at what had happened, wouldn't even glance at him. It was an accident, is all it was...
"Castiel! Are you listening to me?" –The woman's voice snapped him out of his thoughts his wings giving a twitch at the startle.
He graced the woman with a curt nod and a steel gaze. He could play along with the humans, but he was not about to let one shame him.
He was prone to forgiveness, as his family had thought him. He forgave the children that mocked him, instead he sent a prayer for their young minds, praying they grow into light and wisdom. He would forgive this woman for her ignorance and later send a prayer on her behalf. But now, he was faced with multiple predicaments, and he would forgive himself for his coldness.
"You will both be suspended from school for three days, to settle down your differences."- The woman said with a self-satisfactory nod, and Castiel begged for patience to not smite her down.
"A millennia of war and you think a fucking suspension will do it?" –In a panther like movement Dean lunged at the table, bending his frame over the bark that stood between him and the woman. He looked for all, like a nightmare. His teeth clashed together, wings spread wide on either side of the table, nails digging into the wood.
"You only have authority over me, because I gave it to you. Don't make me take it back." –Dean threatened the woman with snarling words, his lips emitting spit towards the woman who was now almost swallowed by the chair, her eyes comically wide.
"Dean!" –Castiel spoke with demand in his voice, stepping forwards, spreading his wings wide to dare challenge him.
His first words since the incident and Dean's eyes snapped to him, his beastly look melting into one of bewilderment, and then a deep, scorching red blush flushed his face and he went running towards the door, knocking his wings into the frame followed by a loud streak of curses that muted into silence as he escaped further.
"One day of suspension"- Castiel ordered, letting his eyes flash with grace.
"One day..." –The woman mumbled through her shock, yet to arise from her slump.
With a nod, Castiel exited the room and took into running for Dean, if not to set things right than to at least inform him of the alteration in the punishment.
-/-
Dean ran, stopping just outside the building having to catch his breath. He panted heavily, grabbing his face with both hands. Catching sight of Castiel with his oil still on his hands, sent a very confusing message through Dean's body.
The first person to feel his mating oil and it was an angel. Castiel.
The shame he felt ran through his body, spreading his blush to his chest, knees wobbling with the burden of it.
This was not in the 'Puberty for demons' help manual.
He didn't want to admit that what he saw in the image of his slick hands was desire. He wanted those hands against him, pushing at his oil glands, spreading that oil over his back, and down, between his legs and lower, pushing inside.
He felt sick at the thoughts he couldn't control. Dean was made to control, to manipulate every situation to his liking, to not let anyone tell him otherwise. And here, his own body betrayed him.
"Dean!" –Castiel's voice sounded ragged like he'd been running here, and when Dean turned towards him he saw the boy breathless, his chest heaving.
"What?" –Dean immediately averted his eyes from him, speaking with more of a grunt than a word.
"I... We got one day of suspension." –Dean felt Castiel's voice grow nearer, and he huffed in annoyance. He didn't want him anywhere near him, not after he'd made a total ass of himself.
"Ok." –Dean deadpanned, his gaze averted when Castiel came to stand before him.
"Dean... You and I... We're the only supernaturals in this school. And it's fine if you decide to hate me, that depends wholly on you. But, keep in mind that, right now, here, we're all we have." –It unnerved Dean the soft tone of understanding that the angel used. Fuck angels and their kindness.
"I don't need you. I don't need anyone." – Dean growled turning his steel gaze to Castiel, and seeing those blue eyes shine downturned into disappointment is what broke him.
"Fuck you!" –And with that he took into running, feeling anger wash over him in waves.
Anger at the angel for touching him, for being soft, anger at the woman for playing boss with creatures that held power over her, and anger at himself for being a bastard.
-/-
The walk home seemed like it took hours. Castiel felt emotionally and physically drained to the core, more so than usual after a tiring day of school.
Castiel knew that sooner or later the demon and him would talk. He'd noticed him at the beginning of the year, passing in hallways and such. He also noticed the looks he would give him. Castiel was known for his staring, he came to know it was his best defense and offense. Every human shied away from his glare, but he had a feeling that the demon only waited to be given a look to pop off.
The demon was in heat, that much was obvious. Passing him in the hallways was like walking through a field of landmines. The smell of pheromones stank up the hallways, the back of his shirt soaked wet, little droplets of sweat sliding down his forehead. He felt pity for the demon. It must be inexplicably hard to go through the motions amongst the humans in such a state. But, he knew that the demon was still a virgin. His smell overpowered the air for months now, and the only reason his body hasn't settled is because he still hadn't had somebody take care of it. So, a demon who was in heat and wasn't having sex meant he wanted a fight. It was how they worked. It's fuck or fight with them.
And Castiel picked the short straw, so it was him he wanted to fight.
And he got it, he got a fight but somewhere down the line the 'fight' turned into 'fuck'.
Dean had a right to be angry, but only at himself. Castiel wasn't responsible for Dean's body and what it did, what it wanted.
He wanted to just, let his wings soar and lose himself in flight, let all conscious thought abandon him.
But, angels weren't allowed to fly on urbanized land because of the danger it presented. Any psycho with a shotgun can shoot you down, and whilst not kill you harm you badly, and the fall down could easily end you. There were enough of these crimes, and even though the punishment was severe, the human government rarely gave it enough attention.
There were special areas were angels could fly and let go. But, it was about that taste of freedom you got, not by being surrounded by a bunch of other angels, parents teaching their little ones how to fly, and not being allowed to stray away from the permitted distance. That's why angels took to flying over the oceans and vast seas.
Just Castiel's luck there weren't any here.
Finally, he arrived home.
He chucked off his shoes, unstrapped his trench coat from his wings and shook them trying to ease the tension there as his siblings would surely catch on it by the way his wings were hunched over.
"Cas, is 'at you?" –Gabriel's voice bellowed from kitchen.
"Yes." –Was his short response, and really, this day wasn't one of his best. Now, he had to deal with Gabriel with his parents gone and his little sister Anna at school.
He walked to the kitchen to give his brother's greeting and saw him all dressed up in a suit, a strip of chocolate covered bread hanging from his mouth as he swiftly grabbed a suitcase from the table.
"Goin' on a job interview. Don't ask." –Gabriel mumbled through the food in his mouth and brushed past Castiel and out the door.
Well, small pleasures are to be appreciated.
Now, when he had the whole house alone for him it was time for some recreational, relaxing activity.
Masturbation.
He quickly strolled up the stairs and to his room, not bothering with locking it. He dropped his bag on the floor, threw himself on the dark green sheets of his bed and grabbed his laptop.
Castiel opened up one of his frequently visited angel pornography site and scrolled down the list, searching for something that might peak his interests.
He ended up picking a male on male video.
Gender was never a big deal in the supernatural world, it was something that humans bothered with and overpriced it. If you were a male born to mate with a male that you will. If you were a female born to mate with a female than you will. If you were a male born to mate with a female than you will.
Simple as that, nothing frowned upon.
And Castiel liked variety.
He watched lazily at the screen, watching the two angels make out passionately (although without any real heat) on the bed, the big, bulky blond haired angel manhandling the smaller, lanky dark haired angel.
Castiel ran a lazy hand over his jeans, trying to get that little jolt to make himself harden. He tried imagining taking control of someone like that, how that someone's needs would be sated by him.
Finally, he felt himself getting hard, popped the button open and let the zipper fly down, then massaged his balls through his briefs to give himself that extra little boost he needed.
He felt his lungs hitch as the bulkier angel was now plowing roughly inside the smaller one, while he tugged at the sheets, his moans broadcasting loudly through the speakers.
Castiel let himself grip his cock freely without the restriction of cloth and ran his skin up and down in a smooth rhythm.
But, as his jerks grew faster and the action on the screen grew more heated he noted how something about their wings seemed off. He didn't want to see the feathers that were now bristled and shined with slick, sweat and spunk. He wanted smooth, dark, leathered wings with strong joints and sharp edges.
He shuddered a breath as a pearl of pre-come ran dawn his shaft, and snuck a hand under his school uniform to massage his hardened nipples.
And he didn't like their position. The dark haired angel should be on top doing the fucking, while the bulkier bared his thighs wide for the other to take and plow right into him until he cried out in pleasure.
His hand ran quickly over his cock, the other gliding over his chest as he felt himself grow closer to the edge.
And as he closed his eyes and threw his head back to cum, an image of Dean, all golden skin and heavy thighs, green eyes lust glazed and pleading to be fucked, spread wide on his bed for him to devour shot through his mind and that was all it took for him.
He jerked himself through his orgasm, wings bracing themselves in the air stiffly, his hips pushing mindlessly into thin air, a gasp of breath as he finally let his body settle on the sheets, feeling buzzed from his high.
And then the realization that he'd just cum while thinking of Dean hit him.
-/-
Dean dropped into bed that night feeling shittier than usual.
He nestled himself as snuggly as possible onto his belly and into the dark blue sheets, feeling the cold against his naked skin. He fisted the pillow roughly to make himself comfortable, but it wasn't his sleeping arrangement that had him unsettled.
It was his body.
The craving for sex was even more so unbearable than usual.
He tried messing around with his little brother, Sammy to take his mind off today's events, but when he asked him why was his shirt wet, all fun went downhill.
He tried watching tv with his parents in the living room, but then they started bugging him about school and grades and his classmates, asking him about joining them on a dinner party where a lot of other demon boys would be present (the soaking wet boxers that his mother washed were proof enough their boy needed a male mate).
It was all too much burden for his already sore mind and told them he was off to sleep.
Alas, sleep was not to come as his body grew uncomfortably warm under the sheets, his skin begging for contact, as he hadn't settled business the whole day.
With a sigh of defeat, Dean slid a hand under himself and between his legs to give his already hard cock a tug.
Really, you know things are messed up when jerking off feels like a chore.
He nestled his head deeper into the pillow, raising his hips a bit and spreading his legs wider to give himself better access.
He raided his mind for all the memorable demon porn images he'd seen, sucking, rimming, fucking and swallowing.
But, it still wasn't enough.
He felt slick run through his cheeks, his hole already spread wide without the intervention of fingers, asking to be filled.
Dean raised his body with an exasperated sigh, not really having the patience to reach under the bed for the box that held the dildo.
As soon as he did, he quickly snuck himself between the covers, regretting the cold air that hit his oil and sweat wet body.
He turned over on his stomach, raised his hips and started running the dildo between his cheeks, teasing his hole.
Again, he fled his mind with the dirtiest things he could think of and landed his mind on Castiel.
Fuck his brain for thinking of fucked up things just as he was pushing the dildo inside his ass.
But, it felt so good to be filled, even if it were with a cold, lifeless plastic toy.
He felt himself tighten around it, asking for movements, asking to be filled with hot, white liquid that wasn't about to come.
Dean wanted someone real, someone with a pulse point that he could bite on, someone with hands that would hold him and keep him, someone whose mouth he could kiss, whose words would tell him he's beautiful, whose body would crave him as much as he would.
And again, just as he hit his prostate, the feeling of hot hands pushing at his back glands came as a flashback.
He stifled his moans into the pillow, the hand holding the dildo pushing with a furious rhythm, his other hand reaching down to jerk at his leaking, hot cock.
No, not thinking about that fucking angel, thinking about that ripped demon that face fucked the other, thinking about that dark, scruffy demon that got fucked on a beach, thinking about that demon threesome, anything but the angel.
But, all those thoughts and fantasies morphed into one.
One of Castiel, stark naked, rippling muscles through tight skin, taking him in the school's locker room while he mumbled dirtily into his ear.
Dean came with a loud cry, only partially swallowed by the pillow as his walls squeezed around the dildo, his cum coasting his hand and sheets, wings flaring wildly, oil running down his back in deep gusts.
And as he flopped his body down on the bed with a grunt he could think one coherent thought.
The sheets would be a nightmare to clean.
Woohoo, long chapter is long. Story officially NSFW! Yay for me.
Last night's episode was kinda fun, Garth is always a good laugh, and drunk!Dean was cute. So, let us all forget the complete heartbreak that was last week's episode. But, hey Bobby is on the prowl! So that's good news.
Also, thank you so much for the reviews I take them all to heart, and you all brighten my days so much. Hope you like this smexy piece of writing, and review if you'd care to.