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Now, for some warnings/notes:
*There is drama. Like, I think I went overboard with it
*There is one steamy scene in here, so warning because Dean's pants get a little tight *ahem*
*Lots of fluff.
Okay, now on with the story! RxR and I hope you like this chapter!
Chapter 4. Craving you
He didn't realize how much he missed another person's warmth until Dean. Now, his body was craving for it.
Dean's call was answered by a sob from the other end. Certainly not what he was expecting, nor what he wanted to hear, especially from his boyfriend.
"Whoa, Cas? Is everything okay? What's wrong?" He asked, very concerned and confused.
All he heard was more sobs and sniffles. Dean got up from where he was sitting on the couch and motioned to his brother (who was doing homework at the kitchen table) that he was going out. Sam nodded and continued working while Dean grabbed his car keys and rushed out the door.
"Cas! Cas, talk to me, what's wrong?" Dean urged, climbing into his car and pulling out of the driveway.
"Dean- Dean I...I'm so sorry, Dean... I-" Cas stammered on the other end.
Dean didn't even know what the hell Cas was talking about, but he comforted him to the best of his abilities. "You don't have to be sorry, Cas. I'm not mad." Dean tried assuring him. He was relieved when the sobs died down, reduced to insistent sniffling. Dean tried again. "Cas? I'm coming over, let's talk, okay?"
The other side was so quiet, Dean was sure Cas had hung up, but he was surprised when he heard a sniffle, then Cas mutter "...Okay..."
Dean stayed on the phone with Cas until he arrived at his apartment. He quickly got out of the car, made a bee-line to Cas' front door, and knocked.
The door was thrown open, and Cas practically pounced on Dean, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.
Dean stood there, stunned. He only took notice of the fact that Cas wasn't wearing a shirt...
"Hey, Cas? I'm here...let's go inside, it's too cold and you might get sick again if we stay out here too long..." Dean murmured, gently running his fingers through Cas' hair. The man nodded against Dean's chest, pulling away and dragging Dean inside. Dean made quick work of getting Cas to sit down, and asking him if he had any tea or hot chocolate he could prepare for him.
"It's in the kitchen, cabinet above the sink..." Cas sniffled as he wrapped a blanket around himself.
Dean nodded, turning on the lamp beside the couch before heading into the kitchen. Everything seemed peaceful now. Here he was making a hot drink for his boyfriend who seemed to be down in the dumps. That brought the worrying question back to Dean's mind...why was his boyfriend crying so hard in the first place?
He put on a small pot of boiling water, then returned to Cas, who was fumbling with the threads of the blanket. He wouldn't look at Dean, even as he sat down beside him and placed a hand over his.
"Hey, Cas...look at me." Dean said softly.
Blue eyes met green as Cas looked up and his eyes seemed to water again. "D-do you hate it?" Cas practically whimpered.
….Okay, Dean had no idea what was going on, but he shook his head, touching Cas' chin and bringing him up for a kiss. When they parted, Dean peppered sweet kisses along Cas' jawline and neck. "Hate what?" Dean asked between each kiss.
Cas frowned and blushed, leaning his head back in a silent invitation for more. "T-the tattoo..." He mumbled, hands gripping at Dean's jacket.
"Tattoo?" Dean asked more to himself than Cas. He looked at Cas questioningly.
Cas began to cry again. He nodded and moved the blanket, showing his chest. There, Dean saw his own tattoo, placed at a great spot where everyone can see it if Cas were to even undo the first two buttons of a shirt.
Dean's heart leapt in his chest. He ran his fingers lovingly over the tattoo, causing Cas to shiver. The problem was that Cas was still crying, so Dean cupped the sides of his face, making Cas look at him.
"Hey Cas, it's beautiful. You're beautiful." Dean said softly, thumb swiping across his cheek to wipe away a tear.
Cas sobbed. "But mine-!"
Realization hit Dean, and he released his hold on Cas. He...hadn't actually checked his body yet... He didn't even think to check his body, what with Sam bugging him to make him some dinner as soon as he got home.
He took off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor beside them. He was about to take off his shirt, when he heard Cas gasp.
He looked up at him, to see that he was staring at Dean's arm.
Dean glanced down, and sure enough, a part of Cas' tattoo was peeking out of his shirt's sleeve. He quickly pulled up the sleeve, revealing the red hand placed over his arm.
Cas began sobbing uncontrollably now, and Dean had to just take everything in. He was Cas' now, and Cas was his. These marks were theirs and theirs alone. He couldn't understand why Cas was so upset, he happened to love the mark. Dean imagines it as Cas pulling him into this relationship, the mark a sign of how much Cas needs him and how much he needs Cas.
He touched the mark on his arm, then looked at Cas, who was shaking his head and grabbing Dean's shoulders. "I didn't mean to, Dean. I'm sorry..." He sobbed, lowering his head to Dean's chest.
A light clicked in Dean's head, and everything seemed to fit together. He quickly wrapped his arms around Cas, and hugged him tightly, laughing against his neck. "Oh my god...now I get it." He said, kissing Cas' cheek.
Now it was Cas' turn to be confused. He returned Dean's embrace, but he was still shocked, especially when Dean was laughing against his neck.
"Dean, I don't understand." Cas mumbled.
"There's nothing to worry about, Cas. You don't know how much I love this..." He placed his hand over the tattoo on Cas' chest. "...And this." He touched the one on his arm. "You really have no idea." He laughed again, peppering Cas' neck with kisses once more.
Cas didn't even know what to say, let alone think. Here he was holding Dean Winchester, who was currently showing every bit of skin some attention with his lips. Dean didn't seem to dislike the tattoo at all...
A fierce blush spread across Cas' face, and he buried his face in Dean's chest. "Oh my god..." He said exasperatedly.
Dean began to laugh some more, holding Cas closer to him. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Comes with being a sexy son of a bitch."
Cas shook his head. "Not that, you idiot. Oh my god...I just- I was just-" Cas began, his voice muffled against Dean's chest.
"You were reacting understandably. No harm done." Dean comforted Cas...or at least tried to.
"I was crying like a twelve year old girl, Dean. Not only that, I think the water is boiling..." Cas said, still sounding very embarrassed.
"Oh shit." Dean said, suddenly getting up and running into the kitchen. He quickly turned off the water and grabbed a packet of hot chocolate from the box, pouring it into a mug. He was pouring the water into it when he heard Cas come into the kitchen, his face still magnificently red. "Hey, I thought it was really cute. You being worried and all..." Dean said, grabbing a spoon and stirring the drink.
Cas sniffled, walking up to Dean and taking the drink from him, right before kissing him on the lips. "I panicked...it reminded me of something that happened a while ago..." Cas murmured, waiting for Dean to pour himself a cup of hot chocolate too.
Dean hummed. "You wanna talk about it?" He asked hesitantly.
Cas couldn't be more grateful for Dean. He smiled slightly and nodded, and they walked together back into the living room. They sat as close as possible on the couch, Dean patiently waiting for Cas to speak.
"...I...have another tattoo.." Cas began, fumbling with the cup in his hands. Dean felt a pang of hurt, but he knew that the tattoo didn't matter to Cas anymore, so he kept silent.
"I used to love this girl – Meg – and we went out for a while." Cas gulped a lump in his throat, he couldn't cry anymore. What'll Dean think of him then? "However, when our tattoos appeared on each other's skin, she lost it."
Dean could see the hurt in Cas' eyes, making him want to kiss him again. "She...lost it?" Dean asked.
Cas nodded, smiling pitifully. "She hated my tattoo...she called it ugly and disgusting. She said no one would ever want that on their skin." His voice broke mid-sentence, and that was the point where Dean leaned in and kissed Cas' cheek.
"Do you mind if I ask where it is?" Dean murmured, wondering if it was in as visible a spot as his.
Cas shook his head, shifting so he could show Dean the back of his neck. It was small, Dean noted, and would probably not be visible when Cas wore a shirt. Okay, that made him happy.
"That's okay Cas. We all got pasts we don't like to remember." Dean comforted his boyfriend, turning Cas toward him and placing a soft kiss on his lips. "And she didn't deserve your mark. This right here is beautiful. I'm more than happy that I have it. I'm tied to you, Cas and I can't say how much that means to me." He kissed him harder.
Cas made a small sound in the back of his throat, leaning into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Dean and thought about just how special Dean was.
"I also just found out how much of a nudist you are, Cas." Dean teased, running his fingers over Cas' bare chest.
Shut up...I didn't notice..." Cas mumbled, pulling away.
"What? Where are you going?" Dean frowned, holding onto Cas' arm.
The man rolled his blue eyes, but allowed Dean to hold onto him. "I was going to get a shirt..."
Dean shook his head, burying his face in Cas' neck as he pulled him back. "Nah...This is better. I like this." Dean sighed happily. Cas shifted beside him, obviously growing more embarrassed.
"...I want more kisses, Dean." He murmured, and was not disappointed.
Dean caught his lips into a passionate kiss, forcing Cas' lips to part before pushing his tongue inside. They fell back on the couch, Dean holding himself up over Cas' body. A small moan sounded in the back of Cas' throat, and he wrapped his arms around Dean. Their tongues tangled together. Dean tickled the roof of Cas' mouth with his tongue, his hands traveling everywhere, roaming and mapping out Cas' body.
When they broke the kiss, Dean moved lower so as to pepper Cas' body with more kisses. He placed gentle kisses on his neck and shoulder, eventually landing on the tattoo on his chest. Dean licked and kissed the tattoo, whispering sweet nothings against Cas' skin until Cas was reduced to a quivering, blushing mess. He was panting, grasping Dean's shoulders and sighing each time Dean payed extra attention to a part of Cas' skin.
Then the phone rang.
Dean made a low growl as Cas pushed him off, his body feeling like jelly as he stumbled over to the other side of the room, grabbing the phone off the small table, and looking at the caller ID.
"It's my brother." Cas said, staring at the phone. He noticed how weak and shaky his voice sounded.
Dean was buried face-down in Cas' couch, hating that his pants were so tight and that he couldn't do anything about it, so he just nodded.
Then he heard Cas answer. "Hello...? Gabriel?"
Dean listened silently as Cas talked with his brother. He didn't even know Cas had a brother. Luckily, the conversation lasted long enough to where Dean was able to sit up and stand again. He took their finished cups of hot chocolate back into the kitchen, washing them in the sink as he listened to Cas.
"Gabriel- Gabriel, calm down...yes, it's more than okay if you- Gabe!" Cas sounded frustrated, and he placed the phone back down again.
"Everything okay?" Dean asked.
Cas sighed. "I'm not sure...Gabriel just told me our parents had gotten angry over something, and he's going to be staying here for a while."
Dean hummed. "Sounds like your parents are pretty strict."
"That is an understatement..." Cas sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "But he'll be here tomorrow..."
Dean nodded and placed the washed cups on the drying rack, turning to Cas. "Say, why don't Sammy and I come by tomorrow night? I'll grill some burgers and we could all eat together."
Cas' eyes lit up and he smiled at Dean. "That sounds wonderful. Are you sure though? Gabriel eats a lot."
Dean laughed. "Yeah, so does Sammy."
Cas moved and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, sighing happily. "Come by around five?" Cas asked.
Dean returned the embrace, kissing Cas' forehead. "Okay."
"...Oh, and let's never speak of certain aspects of this night ever again, Dean." Cas suddenly said, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.
Dean grinned, caressing Cas' cheek. "What certain aspects? The one where we found out about this?" He motioned to his arm. "Or when I found out about this?" He placed his hand on Cas' chest, over the tattoo.
Cas shook his head, the blush now running up to his ears. "N-no...I want to remember that...the other stuff..." Cas murmured. He knew exactly what Dean was doing, and it was not amusing.
"Oh, that. Alright Cas. I promise, it's gone from my memory, not one mention of it ever again." Dean complied, kissing Cas' forehead once more. "Though it was the cutest display I've ever seen."
Cas just shook his head, smiling at Dean. "Oh great. My moment of sheer weakness is what you consider the cutest display you've ever seen." Cas joked, nuzzling into Dean's chest.
Dean laughed. "Well, okay. You're just cute in general...and hot...and sexy as f-"
"Dean." Cas warned, his voice muffled against Dean's chest.
"Okay, okay." Dean said. "Whatever you say."
~oO0Oo~
In all honesty, Castiel has wanted nothing more than for Dean to stay with him. He wanted to lay in bed together as they hold each other close. But Castiel reasoned with himself that Dean had to go to his job tomorrow, and had a little brother to drive to the campus. So Castiel was content with the fact that Dean kissed him senseless, right before saying goodnight.
He heard the music blaring as the car pulled out of the driveway and sped down the street. Castiel was seriously wondering when Dean was going to get a ticket.
He went to the sink to brush his teeth, staring at the tattoo on his chest. Even now, he can still feel his skin tingling where Dean kissed him.
He was embarrassed by this nights events, mainly by the fact that Dean went to the trouble of driving over and seeing Castiel not only crying, but also shirtless...
Castiel face-palmed himself. Surely, even Dean had to think that was pretty dorky and pathetic...
He brushed his teeth, then climbed into his bed. He checked the clock and sighed when he saw that it was almost two in the morning... He also made sure to set his alarm for tomorrow. Five hours of sleep...
He laid down and closed his eyes, hoping that thoughts of Dean wouldn't keep him awake.
He couldn't help but be excited for tomorrow. He hoped that he could become good friends with Sam, and that Gabriel won't feel too put out. Then again, Gabriel had always been the social one. He was always able to make friends easily, so Castiel expected that that shouldn't be too much of a problem.
As he started to drift to sleep, he imagined Dean, laying beside him with an arm draped over his waist. He imagined being able to curl up beside Dean and be enveloped by his warmth, showering each other with lazy kisses.
He didn't realize how much he missed another person's warmth until Dean. Now, his body was craving for it.