Warning: M; unbeta'd all mistakes mine

A month and a half later

xXx

"Hey Dean?"

"Hey what, Sammy?" Dean replied offhandedly. He was flipping through a book that he wasn't sure he was enjoying so much. Bela Talbot had recommended it to him, but it was a little too chick-flicky for him. He tossed it onto the couch beside him and stood up, stretching his back muscles.

"Was wondering what you were doing this weekend, man," he said.

Dean stood at his counter, leaning his arm on the cool marble surface. "I'm free," he lied. He told Bela he would come over. "What did you have in mind?"

"Anna and I won tickets to see a baseball came in south California and we were wondering if you could, you know, come over and watch the baby," he joked. Dean laughed.

"Again?" he asked, hoping his voice wouldn't crack. "Doesn't the kid have any friends?" he asked.

In all truth, Dean felt terrible about how their last encounter had ended. He had been a dick to Castiel. He hadn't considered the unruly haired boy's feelings, only his own. Honestly Dean didn't know why he had said that he just saw the boy as a fuck buddy. He had known Cas for only two or so weeks before he had to take care of him and it had never really impacted the man how much he cared about Castiel.

"Dean, you know we already talked about this. Not exactly prom king at his school. Besides, he graduated—which you missed. Did you know he specifically asked for you to come and you ignored all my calls and emails?" Sam huffed. "You dropped the ball, dude."

"Sam, I'm his babysitter. His brother in law. I'm not very important in his life," Dean said, and it was a blatant lie. Sam didn't know that, but Dean did, and it hurt that he was being such a dick about it. He knew he should have replied to those emails and just attended the damn thing.

Although he wasn't there right next to his brother, Dean knew that he was probably rolling his eyes exasperatedly right about now. Thinking what a dick he was being, seemed about right. "Never mind, D—"

"Yeah, I'll be over. What time do you need me to be there?"

xXx

The flight was early, like, really early. Anna and Sam had to head out at around four am to catch their six thirty flight to Los Angeles. Why they were going all out and staying at one of those fancy Four Seasons hotels just for some dumb baseball game, Dean had no idea. Never been a fan.

So Dean arrived around six (although he assured Anna and Sam he would be over right after they left) and set his duffle bag in the guest bedroom, putting his spare keys on the desk, making sure to keep quiet as to not wake up Castiel.

Deciding he would try to make a good impression on the boy, especially since he had kind of fucked things up last time, Dean thought he would make Cas some breakfast. He was really no good, but how hard was making eggs and hash browns? Orange juice was already in the fridge and miniature bratwurst could easily be heated up.

The kitchen was bustling and soon enough Dean had produced two beautiful (well, in his opinion) plates of breakfast for his little brother in law and himself.

That was probably when the doe-eyed boy ridden with bedhead decided to make his appearance.

"D—Dean?" he asked in utter shock.

Dean's eyes snapped up when he heard the soft, completely divine voice of Castiel Novak, the gorgeous little bombshell in his late teens that the brunette man had learned to develop such an intense affection for.

He couldn't help the wolfish smirk that formed on his lips. "Morning Sleeping Beauty, how was your sleep?" he asked, slipping so easily into the flirty conversation starter.

"I—I… D—Dean!" he stumbled once again. Dean looked at him kind of like, Yeah, dude, it's really me. No hallucinating. "What—why are you here!?"

The older boy snorted. "What, your sister didn't tell you? They went to that baseball game in SoCal."

Castiel just stood there a little longer, staring openly at Dean.

Then it occurred to Dean, "They didn't tell you, did they?"

The dark haired boy lowered his gaze and shook his head.

"All right, well, you've got yourself a weekend with me whether you like it or not, kid," Dean snarked, smirking at the slightly sullen boy. "Hey, I made you some food. Are you hungry?"

"This is a rare occurrence," Castiel noted sardonically.

"Yeah, well." Dean didn't know what to say. His cheeks flared up and he scratched the back of his head, not willing to acknowledge the fact that he went out of his way to make some food for the boy. "Eat up, Baby."

Dean paled. Castiel froze mid-step. He hadn't meant to.

The taller brunette man forced down a heavy gulp. The little term that the two men had used often about a month and a half ago to engage in sexual activities with one another was potentially off limits. Dean had just let it slip.

Would it be totally inappropriate if Dean imagined Castiel moving closer towards him across the kitchen, whispering, "I'd rather you eat me, Daddy…"

Instead, like a cold slap in the face, Castiel muttered, "I'm not extremely hungry right now, Dean."

"Castiel, eat," Dean ordered. The boy standing before Dean crumbled and lowered his gaze, shifting his weight on his feet before stepping past the older boy and taking a seat on the stool at the counter. Honestly, Dean's amazed Castiel still submits so damn easily to his smallest gestures.

The boy picked up his fork and speared a fluffy, yellow scrambled egg and brought it to his lips, puckering them before splitting apart.

Dean gulped.

Also at this point Dean had taken notice of what Castiel is wearing. Literally, it was a nightie. And the slightly see through baby blue fabric was riding up his upper thigh fast.

"What have you done so far this summer?" Dean inquired.

Castiel swallowed heavily and still refused to meet Dean's eyes. "Hanging out with Anna," he replied in a low voice.

Dean cocked a brow. "You mean you haven't done anything at all this entire summer? Man, you've gotten boring, Cas," Dean snarked. At this, Castiel's cheeks reddened in embarrassment and he continued to push more food past his pouty lips.

There was a long pause before Castiel and Dean both paused eating at looked up at each other. "Have you fucked anyone since me, De—Dean?" Castiel wondered timidly.

The elder man swallowed the food in his mouth and smirked, cocking a brow at the boy. "What is it to you? I know you're mad at me for calling you my fuck-buddy," Dean said flirtatiously, putting emphasis on the last part. He knew it struck a nerve in Cas and it made Dean flutter with excitement.

The soft red lips that belonged to Castiel frowned, the timid blush creeping back up onto his creamy cheeks. "Answer the question."

"Not going to lie, Cas, but yeah. Remember my neighbor? Bela, the slutty brunette. Fucked her three times yesterday."

Castiel had to calm himself internally. There's nothing romantic. Nothing romantic, he reminded himself. Dean doesn't respect her like he respects m… Right?

"I bet you haven't been fucked, huh?" Dean asked unabashedly. "Not since my dick, right?"

"I've learned to have more respect for myself, Dean, and I don't appreciate you—"

"Shut up," Dean said forcefully and the younger male clamped his mouth shut. Dean hadn't yelled or anything, but the sternness in his voice made Castiel tremble in his seat. "I want you to come over here and get down on your knees, Sweetheart."

Another hot blush flooded Castiel's cheeks and he made a weird choking sound from his throat. His little dick perked up from under his lacy nightie and little butterflies erupted in his chest. As much as he hated to admit it, Castiel had wanted Dean's cock—scratch that—Dean, since the harsh reality check he had given him over a month ago.

"You listening? Remember; if you listen you don't get a spanking on that juicy little ass of yours," Dean said and swiped his fat tongue over his upper lip.

Castiel felt like a magnet attracted to Dean. He rose from his seat, stepping his bare feet onto the cold tile of the kitchen floor.

"Mouth was made for sucking my dick," Dean groaned, raking his fingers through Castiel's short ebony hair and getting a good grasp of it at the back of his head. He yanked back the younger boy's head and assessed his entire face. "Forgot how beautiful you are, Cas."

He leaned in and pressed his angel feather soft lips to Castiel's throat and held them there for a few seconds before pulling away. His lusty green eyes were drinking in another look at Castiel's slightly terrified, slightly turned-on-beyond-return azure blue eyes.

Dean didn't need to apply any pressure to Castiel's head to get the boy to slowly sink to his knees and situate himself between Dean's bare feet. The hand in his hair didn't remove itself. Castiel leaned in and nuzzled the side of his face into Dean's hardening crotch.

"Missed you, Dean," Castiel murmured, more to himself than to his partner. Apart of Castiel felt a little foolish, a little bit like he was getting tricked right now. Why hadn't Dean acknowledged more about how he had been a huge asshole to him when he had called Cas just his 'fuck-buddy'? Castiel knew that he must've felt somewhat amount of remorse.

"Missed you too, Baby."

Castiel clumsily yanked down Dean's jeans zipper with his nimble fingers and then pulled down the entire article of clothing until it passed his ass. When the dark haired boy reached inside of Dean's (just like he remembered) extra tight black briefs and got a grasp of him, both Dean and Cas made mutual sounds of pleasure.

"Put your mouth on it, Gorgeous," Dean encouraged. Castiel didn't honestly need it.

The smaller boy started stroking his length as he craned his neck closer and wrapped his hot lips around Dean's tip. As he began to suck on the extremely flushed head, Dean continued to make sexy and complementing sounds.

"Before I cum from just watching you, let's take this into the other room, yeah?" Dean suggested, reaching down and grabbing Castiel by the armpits and hauling him up so that he was in the warm arms of Dean Winchester. The ebony haired boy loved this feeling almost as much as when the older man pounded his ass with his ravenous cock.

Just as Dean set Cas down on the plush white leather couch in the living room (not before moving all of the expensive and breakable items that Anna would notice missing out of the way first), the phone began to ring.

"Ignore it."

"No," Castiel said defiantly. "It could be Anna," he added and reached over to pick up the fancy home phone. Not surprisingly, it was Anna.

Dean just glared.

"What? She gets suspicious really easily," Castiel explained, a hot blush settling in between his ears.

"Yeah, wouldn't want her and Sammy coming home early, would we?" Dean snarked, settling in between Castiel's legs, kneeling on the hardwood floor.

"Hello?" Castiel answered politely.

"Hello? Castiel?" came Anna's probing voice.

"Yes, it's me, Anna. I just woke up," he lied, adding in a yawn to make it more believable.

"You've seen Dean then?" she asked, her voice lowering.

Castiel sighed. His lips formed a delicious pout. "Yes, I saw him. I know that you and Sam skipped out on me to go see a baseball gam—aah!" he cried out.

Looking down, Castiel realized he hadn't been paying Dean any attention since he answered the phone. Dean was fondling Cas' balls and tonguing the boy's slit at his head. "Castiel! Castiel? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Castiel croaked, swallowing a lump in his throat.

The dark haired boy turned his eyes back to Dean to watch as the brunette man curled two thick fingers into his own mouth and began sucking voraciously.

"W—what?"

"I asked if you were being a good boy for Dean?" Anna repeated, sounding a little annoying and worried.

"I'm being a good boy, Anna," Castiel responded, mesmerizing eyes watching with excitement as Dean swirled the fingers in his mouth before he released them with a pop and brought them to Castiel's twitching hole.

"Extremely good fucking boy," Dean whispered under his breath, bringing his lips to Castiel's asshole and kissing it tenderly.

"What have you done together so far?" Anna inquired next. What was this? Twenty Questions? Castiel was getting really agitated really fast.

Two fingers at once enter Castiel's throbbing fuck-hole and he cries out again into the phone, breathing heavily with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"Are you alright? Are you coming down with something? Oh… I shouldn't have left you there, Honey, I'm so sorry—" Anna apologized profusely.

"No, no!" Castiel cried. The sick thing did sound like a good cover up, though. "I'm fine Anna, really." To continue the act, he made two loud and sharp coughs.

"Dean isn't being mean to you, is he?" Anna probed. "How is he treating you?"

Just as another one and a half fingers were inserted into Castiel's sphincter, Castiel tried his damnedest to suppress his long groan. Anna was asking him the exact same questions as she had asked Cas the second day he had stayed over at Dean's house.

"Asshole's so tight, Baby, haven't you been playing with yourself?" Dean asked, bringing his lips to Castiel's small cock and sucking the whole thing into his mouth.

"He's treating me fine, Anna! When will you stop asking me so many questions?" Castiel tried hard to keep his cool, but what with the Greek God in between his legs and his curious older sister in his ear—not to mention his face and body blazing up to two hundred degrees—he was having a hard time. No pun intended.

"Fine, if you're going to be bratty, please put Dean on the phone for me," she demanded, and Castiel could practically see his big sister turn her nose up on the other side of the line.

"U—uh, that is…" he mumbled, holding in his groans and looked down at Dean who was furiously fucking his fingers into Cas' asshole; "he's a little busy."

"Castiel? What are you hiding—?"

"Hello?" Dean answered the phone smoothly with his free hand. He had heard the whole conversation, just like the time at his house when she had called. She was either extremely over protective (much like how he was when Sam was younger, actually now that he thinks about it) or it was that time of the month.

Anna began listing things to make for Castiel if he wasn't feeling well. Dean knew full well that if Castiel wanted to make something to help him feel better, he would be doing it himself. Dean was buffoon in the kitchen.

Dean politely agreed to whatever she said, mainly to get her to shut the fuck up so that he could get back to what he was doing, which at the moment was half-assedly fingering Castiel's slick hole. It didn't seem to matter—the boy loved it. His lewd pink tongue was slightly sticking out of his mouth and he was panting like he had been dehydrated for days; his eyes rolling back into his head in delight.

The phone was quickly discarded when Anna said her good-bye. He didn't even return the gesture—hell no. He was in full Cas-Mode.

Although the feeling was great for the both of them, Dean could tell something was a little off. Maybe it was just his memory deceiving him, but it seemed like Castiel liked to make more noise than this. At the moment, the boy was making not much more than little kitten pants and mewling for more, more, more, but never actually saying it.

When Dean asserted that Castiel had had enough and was ready for his cock, Dean retracted his fingers. The younger man groaned as the slick feeling escaped him.

"No," Castiel muttered, and Dean stopped. He realized that they had never really established a safe-word, but 'no' was as good as any.

"What's wrong, Cas?"

"Can't here," he huffed, "Anna will kill me if we get a stain on this couch," he explained.

This made Dean chuckle for the second time this morning. He reached down and scooped up Castiel, bringing him over to the wall. Okay, so this was not expected. Castiel had surmised that Dean would maybe bring him up to his bedroom or maybe even his own guest bedroom—but he chose the wall. Everything seemed to be feeling worse and worse to him and he had just about had enough.

"Dean…" Castiel muttered, hoping to catch the man's attention long enough to get him to pause.

Instead, Dean just reached down and fondled Cas' cock, stroking him up and down and bringing the boy so much pleasure that he could hardly keep himself from bursting.

"Dean!" Castiel said a little louder this time.

"What's that, Angel?" Dean asked huskily, his voice dropping to a sultry southern accent. Fuck, it was hot. He began to move his lips against Castiel's own and then down the expanse of Cas' neck.

With the thrust of Castiel's small hands, he managed to pry Dean off of him for longer than a second. "I don't want this!" Castiel finally screamed.

Dean stumbled back, horrified. He looks down at the floor and rubs his wrist. Castiel realizes that Dean is completely naked now and fuck is he everything Castiel has ever dreamed or fantasized about over the past month and more.

The man clearly looked panicked. "Cas, look—"

"Don't 'Cas, look,' me!" Castiel cried, surprising Dean with his audacity. It was the first time he had ever seen the boy raise his voice to him. Maybe it was the fact that Cas was in his own home and he felt more comfortable defying Dean than he had at the latter's house.

There was another long pause and then Dean spoke up. "I'm sorry about what I said, Cas," Dean tried again. He lifted his eyes up and met Cas'. "Back at my house, I mean. I don't… I don't know what I was thinking when I called you that." He sighed. "You know what, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry that I'm a total and utter douche and you should hate me. If you want, I can just leave you alone. I'm sure you can take care of yourself."

Dean hadn't meant for him to babble like that. There was a hot blush on his face that he couldn't seem to rid. He was embarrassed of himself and at the same time still extremely turned on. His cock hard against his toned stomach was probably a sign for that.

When he looked back up, he saw angry tears welling up in the boy's eyes. "You ass… butt!" Castiel screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I'm…?"

"Why can't you just—just once—let me be angry with you?" he hollered.

"What?" Dean asked softly, but was bombarded with another rant from the boy.

"You're wrong. Completely wrong, dammit!" what was going on? "Dean, you see, you're not a douche. Or an ass…" Castiel admitted.

He took a step closer to Dean, and then another. Then the two were just two feet apart and staring at each other.

"You're perfect," Castiel finished, lifting up a hand and resting it on Dean's bicep. "The truth is, I was a fuck-buddy. Your fuck-buddy." Intense azure blue eyes met Dean's still confused jade ones. A small shiver of excitement ran down Dean's spine at the boy's use of curse words. Hadn't he banned Cas from using those once…?

"I let myself become your fuck buddy. I was weak; I never spoke up to tell you how I felt about you. I just loved all the attention you were giving me, taking off work and staying up late into the night with me," Castiel whispered the last bit, trailing his hand from Dean's hard bicep to the simple silver chain that hung around the older man's neck, connecting two metal dog tags. The dark haired boy got a good grip on the necklace and yanked. "And the sex was amazing," Cas purred.

Dean was no longer thinking with his upstairs head.

"I tried to tell myself that touching myself every single night was wrong—that I shouldn't be imagining it was you hovering over me, licking me, grabbing me; it was such an impure act to do my sister's house no less." The younger man licked his delicious looking cupid-bow lips.

"Cas, we ended this," Dean said reluctantly, making the strain in his voice noticeable. "And I'm just instigating this even more when I should—"

Unsurprisingly, Castiel fell right for it. His voice fell an octave lower and much sultrier. "You should be on your knees, begging me not to tell Anna and Sam how my vacation at Dean's house really went. They're none the wiser."

"I'd prefer to be on my knees doing something else for you," Dean responded huskily (not even believing for one second that he just said that!) Okay, when had this turned into such a steamy forbidden romance? Not to mention smutty.

His stern voice continued on, and his blue eyes were absolutely hypnotizing. "You should be kissing my feet, Dean."

Dean felt his mouth water a little. "Well if you didn't have such a baby dick, I'd let you fuck me; if it's any consolation, Cas. 'Cause you're fucking hot like this," Dean breathed.

"You realize I could out you," Castiel spoke even huskier. "I don't ever want you to fuck another slut. No vagina in your entire lifetime. I don't want to hear that skank's name ever again, Dean."

"You got it, Sweetheart," Dean growled, crushing their bodies together and then their lips.

"I want you to fuck me in my room, on my bed," Castiel said, the hardness in his tone waning to a shy sternness.

Dean wasted no time whatsoever. Castiel was in Dean's arms again getting carried up the stairs.

"Fuck me like a princess," Castiel demanded when Dean threw open the door to his room.

"Does that make me your prince? 'Cause I'm all over that role play shit, baby," Dean countered, grinning wolfishly at the younger male and licking his lips.

Castiel's room was not expected. Unlike a usual eighteen going on nineteen-year-old boy's room, Cas' bedroom was pink. His bed was a four posted large queen-size with a nest of pillows and covers. Instead of blinds there were flowery curtains and his girly clothes were strewn all over the floor.

"So cute," Dean mused, throwing the boy into his mess of a bed. Castiel squealed with delight, reaching his long skinny arms out to wrap around Dean's neck and pull him in near. The older man nearly crushed Cas with his entire body mass covering him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?" Dean replied easily, hardly breaking the heated kiss.

"Can I ride you today?" he asked, and the kiss paused. The boy cocked his head to the side, as if to say Come on, pleeeeease Daddy? "Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

This made Dean smirk. "Heh, yeah, Baby. I'd like to see your fat ass doing some more of the work around here anyway," he joked.

Castiel whined as he pushed the twenty-four year old off of him and climbed on top, squishing their privates together.

"What? You got a thick ass. Better than any girl's I've ever seen," Dean admitted.

"Sh—shut up."

"I thought you were going to ride me, baby boy," Dean said exotically and Cas blushed some more. Castiel gripped Dean's thick cock, loving the feel of it in his hands after so long. He missed this cock. "Take this off," he ordered, slipping the baby blue nightie off over Castiel's shoulders and tossing it onto the floor somewhere.

Dean's flushed tip breached Cas' loose hole and the latter began to feel his world crumbling apart. The neighbors would hear, he thought as an aside. Fuck it.

When Dean was fully sheathed inside of him, Castiel let out a blood-curdling scream. It was just too good and so familiar that the boy felt a little nostalgic.

Dean grunted too, placing both hands on the boy's hips to get him to start moving. Cas wasn't so ready just yet—he had forgotten Dean's great size and in the moment he felt absolutely positively fucked. Whoa that's another pun isn't it?

"Jesus shit, Cas!" Dean's face was red and it looked like he was using a lot of restraint to not buck up into the dark haired boy and spill his seed immediately.

That was when Castiel began to move around Dean. "You're going to be screaming out my name this time, Daddy," Castiel giggling divinely.

"Oh yeah?" Dean countered, finally getting his shit back together and thrusting up hard and roughly. "Gonna fuck you raw, boy," he threatened.

"Do it! Do it, Daddy!" Castiel screamed, moving his hips in sync with his daddy.

Dean was actually pleasantly surprised to hear him slip out more and more soft "Cas" and groans in pleasure of having his boy ride him. Castiel had his eyes almost permanently screwed shut in shock of riding his thick cock. It had been a while since their first ever fuck when Cas had ridden Dean for the first ten minutes.

"You're loving this, aren't you, Dean?" Castiel asked, smirking above Dean and arching his back so that his erect nipples caught the light. "Didn't know you loved being on bottom."

"I've had enough," Dean stated simply before he pulled Cas off all the way of his dick and set him down on his thighs. Castiel nearly fell off his legs but Dean caught him, pushing some of the pillows aside and switched positions with him so that Dean was on top. Like usual. But it had been such a long time since Cas had actually seen this image with his own eyes.

Dean lifted Castiel's ass up and onto his thighs, inserting his cock with little to no resistance into Cas' slut hole. He only had to pound the boy a good three thrusts before he was cumming all over his own stomach, crying out all through it.

"Normally when little kids are getting their ass beat, they don't leak buckets of cum like you do," Dean mentioned, giving Castiel's plump ass a hard smack. The dark haired boy howled when his daddy spanked him again, sliding his cock back in. Castiel could feel himself perking back up and in under a minute he was fully hard once again.

It was hot how Dean had taken back so suddenly the alpha male status that he usually attained. The older man only continued to plow into Cas, bruising his hips in the process. "Dean, you're too rough," Castiel whined, writhing underneath his partner when he hit that golden spot and his tongue was extracted from his mouth.

"You think I have to listen to you bitch, you little slutty ass brat?" Dean shouted, and Castiel immediately felt that thrill rush down his spine at the dirty talk. He was such a sucker for Dean's dirty words.

"No, Dean," Castiel moaned in answer.

"Apologize and I won't spank you," Dean offered and then angled his cock so that he was slamming into Cas' prostate every other thrust. Castiel had to pause to let a wave of pleasure roll through him before he could answer.

Apparently, it wasn't fast enough.

Dean spanked his boy hard on the rear, sending Cas into spasms, arching his back up and crying out.

"Do you really get this hard off of getting your ass spanked?" Dean inquired, swatting Castiel's hard-on back and forth.

"Y—yes, Daddy!" Castiel shrieked.

"Yes? Goddamn it, how did you become such a slut, baby? Did I teach you this?"

"Always been like this, Daddy. Y-you just helped me out," he said fondly and reached up to touch Dean but the man caught his two wrists and held them above the boy's head. At this angle, Dean could pound into Cas' prostate no problem.

Dean growled in an animalistic fashion. "I'm gunna cum, Sweetheart. Clench your ass for me."

Castiel didn't even need to be asked. "Yes! Yes, anything for you, Daddy!" he cried. "Aaauh! I love you Daddy!" The vibration on his prostate was becoming too much and he felt like he was going to go deaf he was screaming so loud. The waves of his orgasm were approaching fast.

"Fuck! Fuck Cas!" Dean grunted.

The younger man screamed out as Dean came hot liquid fire inside of his tight canal, sending Castiel off the cliff as well.

The dark haired boy felt his eyes rolling back into his head as Dean graciously stroked him through his orgasm.

A good five minutes later after the two's breathing had calmed down and they lied down close to each other, not letting any part of their bodies be not touched by one another, Dean smiled and kissed Cas' temple.

"I've missed you Dean," he croaked, his voice scratchy.

This was curious to Dean. "Hmm… Maybe you are coming down with something. Should make you some of those things Anna recommended," Dean wondered aloud.

"Take care of me daddy," Castiel said, hot tears welling up in his eyes as he leaned in close and clutched his partner to his chest.

Sorry for the late update, sorry to leave you with that last ch.

i have a last chapter coming up but stay tuned bc this isn't the last of shota-cas!