A little filler chapter for you. Sorry but you'll just have to wait a bit longer to learn what happened to little Sammy. (Also I will try my best to update at least once a month, possibly every other week or more if I can)
Castiel's POV
There was silence throughout the room, an eerie pulsing of ragged breaths was the only sound between Dean and I. Outside the bathroom there was the regular clatter.
"Cas." Dean grunted quietly, "You're crushing me.."
I sharply pushed myself off the wall, disentangling our limbs and watching Dean blush and quietly tuck himself back into his jeans.
"Wait." I whispered, making my way to the sink, pulling my briefs over myself as I went. If anything, for my own discretion.
I grabbed a tissue and wet it, walking back over to the young man I'd just jerked off. I wiped him quietly and he whimpered with a type of over stimulation.
"Sorry." I chuckled, tossing the paper into the trash when I was done. Cautiously pulling Dean's jeans up and concealing the deed in which we both just participated in.
"Don't be." He answered slyly.
I only shook my head. We really had just done that, didn't we.
It was hot and risky and rather taboo for my usual outings. Although I doubted it was so for Dean.
"I uh…I better go check on Sam." Dean said, and the guilt was evident on his face.
"Yeah, yeah.." I said. Dean straightened out his shirt, ran a hand through his hair and turned his back to me. He reached for the door.
"Wait." I spat, grabbing his elbow in my fist. He tensed and spun on his heels, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes raised in inquiry.
"I…I really..I like you…this wasn't just…you know.." I didn't know what he thought, but that didn't seem to ease his mind.
"I know.." Dean smiled weakly.
"Whenever you guys are ready to go home, you know just tell me." I added. He nodded solemnly.
"We will." He answered, and left, leaving me standing in the chilled tile room on my own. I stared at my disheveled hair and sweaty temples in the mirror, splashing cold water onto my face.
What had I done wrong?