AN:Just a reminder that each chapter is random, so they might be older or younger than the previous...
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This is fall of Sam's senior year, he's 16 and Dean and Cas are still 20
The two boys where lying together, spending a lazy Saturday in bed. Dean was propped up against the head board with Cas leaning against his shoulder, twining and untwining their fingers together.
"Let's go on vacation," Dean states, his lips resting on the back of Cas head.
"Where would we go, since we cannot fly?"
"California," he offers.
"Why?" Cas peaks up at him knowing there's something behind this.
"Well, Sam has a tour thing for Stanford…"
"So your idea of a vacation will consist of taking your 16 year old brother to look at a school?" He deadpans.
"Ya…" Dean nods.
"Pass," Cas tells him flatly.
"Hear me out," he starts, "There's a stay over for prospective students, we go for the one day thing and then Sam sleeps over and we have time to ourselves," he insinuates, stroking his hand down Cas's chest.
"Hmm..." Cas hums, considering it, "You're going with or without me aren't you?" He places his hand over Dean's as he looks up at him.
"I may have all ready promised mom I'd take the kid," Dean admits guiltily.
"When?" He sighs.
"Next weekend."
"Dean," Cas glares dangerously.
"I know I know, but I just found out the other day, mom and dad can't take him," Dean explains.
Castiel stays silent for a beat, scrutinizing Dean's hand, "Fine," he nods, "But we get to do what I want while we're there."
"Works for me," Dean kisses the top of his head, "Just as long as it's not a stuffy museum or something lame."
"Museums are not lame, Dean."
"This is supposed to be a vacation," he reminds him.
"I expect room service," Cas adds childishly, lighting a cigarette.
"Whatever ya want, babe," Dean smirks.
The following weekend, they are in the Winchester's drive way bright and early waiting for Sam to toss his bag in the car as Mary gives them a cooler full of goodies and John lays down some ground rules.
"Now make sure you get all the information about this place," John starts, talking more to Cas than Dean, because he knows his son will forget. "If for any reason he doesn't want to stay at the overnight thing, you better keep your cell phone on and pick him up ASAP," He orders Dean.
"Yes sir," Dean states as Cas nods.
Mary pushes John out of the way hugging each of the boys in turn, "And make sure to have fun," she smiles.
"Safe, fun," John adds gruffly.
"Is there any other kind," Sam replies humorously, earning him a warning look from his father.
"Now get out of here, before your mother starts crying and forces more food on ya." John tells them.
"Oh, sweetie," Mary smiles putting her arms around John, knowing he's the one who's trying to hide his emotions.
They say there final goodbyes and set off down the road towards California. The trip took all day and they arrived at the hotel at around 5:30. After checking into the hotel and dropping their stuff off in the room, which is a fairly nice hotel since Mary had booked it for them, the boys head off in search of food. Sam suggests they walk around to stretch their legs from the long car ride, which was a good idea; while doing so they find a little Tai restaurant and eat there.
"This place is infested with hippies," Dean gripes as he looks around.
"I believe they are students," Cas inform shim.
"That's what you want Sammy?" Dean asks, "You wanta stop eating meat and sit around singing Cumbaya?"
"They aren't all hippies here, Dean," Sam glares at him.
"Whatever, dude," he shakes his head, "You'll fit in fine with that hair of yours anyway," he smirks tossing his napkin on top of his meal. "This food sucks."
"I think it's good," Cas smiles taking another bite of his food.
"Me too," Sam agrees.
"You would," Dean sighs to himself, leaning back in his chair and resting his hand on Cas's thigh. "So you sure about doing the campus stay over thing?" He looks at his brother.
"Ya," he nods enthusiastically, "It's going to be great, I'll get to see what I have to look forward to… if I get in."
"You will!"
"I agree, they wouldn't have you here if they weren't expecting you next fall," Cas nodded.
"Good point," Sam smiles.
They finish up there meal and head back to the hotel; Dean was beat from the drive and was still kind of hungry.
"I could so go for a burger," Dean bemoans as they step into the elevator.
"You are insatiable," Cas deadpans, his eyes lighting up as he gives Dean a look.
Dean smirks, casually throwing an arm around his waist as they walk out of the elevator; Sammy tromping along ahead of them.
He discreetly nuzzles the back of Cas's neck, "You excited for tomorrow," he whispers seductively.
Cas pushes him away playfully, giving him a look. They get to their room, unlocking the door with the keycard, Dean flopping onto the bed they put their bag on. Sam flipping on the TV as Cas goes to the balcony to smoke.
"I think I'm going to go swimming," Sam states after a half-hour of How stuffs made, standing up and stretching.
"K," Dean nods, "Take your phone," he reminds him.
Sam nods heading grabbing his stuff from his bag and heading to the bathroom to change. "You wanta come?" he offers slipping from the bathroom to toss his clothes in the bag and slip on his flip flops.
"Nah kid, I'm beat."
"I'll be back in like an hour."
"Call if you need," Dean yawns.
Sam leaves just as Cas comes back in from the sliding door, "Where's Sam going?"
"Swimming."
"Oh," Cas nods, pulling off his shirt and changing into his lounge pants, Dean watching intently.
He beacons the other man towards him, pulling him in for a deep exploring kiss as Cas straddles him. The kiss quickly becomes lazy and Castiel pulls back, resting his hands on Dean's chest.
"What time is the thing tomorrow?" He asks.
"We drop off Sam at 9 for the breakfast thing and then there's the parent meeting, but that ends at noon." Dean thumbs Cas's thighs, "Then it's just you and me," he kisses him Cas again, "Until Sunday afternoon."
"Hmm…" Cas hums, bending over Dean as he kisses along his jaw, moving to nibble his ear, "In that case I think you should change and get to bed," he whispers deeply.
"I'm already in bed," Dean smirks, moving his hips teasingly.
"You've had a long day," Cas sits back to makes sure Dean is somewhat immobile, "I need you well rested for tomorrow," he adds, rolling off the other man to get under the covers on the other side of the bed.
Dean sits up to change for bed, "You're a fucking teasing cock block you know that."
"Your brother's the cock block," he corrects, snuggling into the bed.
"He's not here right now."
"Well if you hurry up, I might be able to relieve some tension," Cas informs him, "But I am getting tired…" He yawns.
Dean changes super quick and slips back into the bed, eager for the prospect of what Castiel was promising. He scoots closer to Cas, who blinks up at him sighing slightly as he fits against Dean's side. Cas slips his hand under Dean's shirt, stoking his skin as he slides it up; brushing Dean's nipples and causing his breath to quicken. Dean's eyes falling closed as Cas's hand trails back down to the elastic of Dean's boxers, he hooks one slender finger under sliding it along the other man's skin causing him to shiver. Cas is about to slip his hand fully into Dean's pants when they hear a sound at the door, causing him to halt.
"Damn it," Dean huffs under his breath.
Cas kisses him briefly, reaching over to turn off the light, laying back down in the glow of the TV as Sam enters the dark room. Sam shuffles around, locking himself in the bathroom the other men hearing the shower start.
"Cas," he calls quietly.
"I'm not doing it with your brother in the room," he whispers sharply.
"But he's in the shower," Dean prods.
"Good night, Dean," Cas switches positions so his back is to the other man.
He turns on his side towards Cas's back, pulling him to his chest and pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder, "'Night Cas."
The next morning the alarm blared and Dean groaned, his current task would be having to wake up two bitchy men and get them ready so they won't be late. He figured he could let Sam sleep a little longer since he showered last night, so he turned his attention to the man curled up next to him.
"Cas, up, now," He orders, ruffling his messy dark hair.
"Later."
"No later, you gotta shower and get ready," Dean messages his back.
"You get ready," Cas murmurs against his skin.
"I was hoping we could do that together," he whispers in Cas's ear.
Cas shifts, blinking up at Dean from his spot on his chest. He smirks a little closing his eyes burying his face as he was rubbing the sleep away on Dean's tee shirt, then slips from the bed to the bathroom. Dean hops up and follows after him, making sure to grab the bag with their clothes in it. He finds Cas all ready stripped and sleepily standing under the hot spray of the shower as pulls of his clothes, stepping in behind him.
Dean allowed Cas to lean against him, still not fully awake as they washed up together. Both men kissing each other anywhere they could, even though they knew there was no time for it to go any further. When they were finished they dressed in silence, Dean putting on his jeans, a tee and a button down over top. Cas also wearing jeans, but with a v neck tee and a light weight button down sweater with the sleeves pushed up. Heading out of the bathroom, Cas left Dean to wake Sam stepping out on the balcony to smoke.
A mischievous smile spread across Dean's features as he watched his brother sleep for a second before jumping roughly on the bed. The action caused his brother to bolt up and fall gracelessly off the bed.
"Morning Sam-squatch!" He waved over the side of the bed.
"Wha?…Dean?" Sam blinks hazily up at him, "Is there a fire?" he asks obviously disoriented.
"Nope," Dean laughs at the question, "Anyway you better shake a leg if you don't wanta be late. We leave in 20." He stands up.
Sam stays on the floor for a moment to get his bearings, getting up to brush his teeth and get ready; Dean stepping out into the early morning light, to Join Cas on the balcony.
"You going to tell me what you got planned for today?" He asks nudging Cas as he leans against the rail next to him.
Cas blinks, his eyes slotted against the sun, "You may want to bring suntan lotion," he hints.
"You think you're so clever," Dean narrows his eyes at him, the dark haired man flicking his cigarette of the balcony and heading back inside.
"There better be coffee at this stupid school breakfast," he states grumpily.
The three of them leave the hotel, Cas taking a suspicious bag with him and Sam taking his back pack for the stay over. After the breakfast; which consisted of Coffee, juice, fruit and donuts, the kids where shuffled away and the parents were kept for their special meeting. The whole thing was torture, Dean was starving from the lackluster food and if he had to hear one more interesting fact about the school he was going to punch a nun in the face, no joke.
Dean checked his watch seeing that it was only ten, which means two more hours of this stuff. He glanced over at Cas, who looked like he was sleeping with his eyes open or starring into another dimension; which was probably due to the fact that the coffee was more like flavored water.
"I want to die," Dean whispered to Cas, who tilted his head solemnly before nodding in agreement.
Luckily they were given a small break while they handed out folders of parental information and while a lot of people headed to the bathrooms others mingled with each other. Unfortunately, while Cas went off to get a bottle of water, what appeared to be a lesbian couple approached Dean.
"Hi," the one lady smiled at him, "I'm Barbara and this is my wife, Mage."
Dean shook their hands, hoping Cas would come back and scare them off because what kind of name was Madge; stupid hippies, he thought briefly. "Dean," he smiled awkwardly, "Cas, uh, ran off…"
"Nice to meet you."
"Uh you too," he offers.
"How long have you two been together?" Mage wonders eyeing him as Cas starts back towards their seats.
"A few years," Dean replies, wishing Cas would get back faster.
"See?" Mage gives Barbara a meaningful look.
"What?" He states dumbly.
Cas finally appearing next to him and handing him a bottle of water, looking at the women warily.
"You must be Cas," She smiles, earning a frown in return,
"It's Castiel," he corrects in his deep monotone.
"Oh," Barbara clears her throat mildly embarrassed before continuing, "We were just debating if it was in fact your son who was here with you today."
"Barbara, they look too young," Mage rationalized.
"You can see the argument," Barbara chuckled.
"It's my brother," Dean tells them, a bit taken aback. The whole kid thing never really crossed his mind, he was only 20 and still a few months away from 21.
"That explains it," Mage nods, clearly winning the argument.
"Well you can never tell these days."
"I could," She huffs.
"Mage, really," Barbara shakes her head, "Are either of going to enroll? Because they have a large LGBT community..."
"It was one of the selling points," Mage interjected.
"No," Cas tells them coldly, Dean wishing these two would get the hint that they didn't want to talk to them anymore.
"He doesn't like labels," Dean smirks as Cas takes his hand.
"Ya, the whole thing can be kind of cheesy sometimes," Mage agrees.
Out of the two women Dean liked her best; Barbara just seemed too pushy and meddlesome for his taste. "Totally agree," he nods.
"You two are together right? You're not brothers?" Barbara asks, for clarification.
Dean nods about to speak before Cas cuts him off, "He's my sex slave and I'm afraid we have things to do," he insinuates as he drags a shocked and laughing Dean away, snatching one of the folder packets out of someone's hands as they leave.
The stop once they're outside, Cas looking irritated as Dean continues to laugh, "Did you see their faces?"
"People are stupid," he deadpans, before starting to smile as it all sinks in.
"You…" he chuckles a little, "Don't ever change, Cas," he smiles as they walk to the car, Dean's arm over his shoulders.
Cas's big surprise was the beach, which was a perfect vacation like activity. They threw on their suits, which Castiel secretly had brought with them and just had fun together. The men swam around a bit, before taking up a spot on sand to unfurl their towels. Dean made sure Cas and him where well sun screened, Cas laying out on the towel to doze in the sun as Dean made a sandcastle.
Once he was bored with the castle idea, he started to burry Castiel alive making sure he didn't wake up. He was making fairly good process, getting almost to the top of his suit before the man woke up.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Dean feigned innocents.
"You know I do not care for dry sand," he states dangerously.
"Huh, I guess I forgot," he smirked, "What ya gunna do about it?"
Cas narrows his eyes, breaking free from the sand on his legs and tackling Dean. "You are a child," he informs him.
"Never said I wasn't," he smirks straining forward to try to bring their lips together, Cas pulling back and sprinting into the waves; Dean hopping up to chase after him.
They spent the whole day at the beach, even staying to watch the sunset from their perch on their towels, after changing back to their normal clothes.
"I've never been to the ocean, before," Cas leans against Dean as the sun sets over the ocean.
"Really?"
"There was never an opportunity," he sighs weightily.
"Well now you have," Dean shrugs, hugging Castiel closer.
"True," Cas smiles a little.
They keep watching the sunset for a little longer until Cas stands up, pulling Dean with him. Standing together, chest to chest, Cas leans up kissing Dean slowly before adding his tongue to deepen it. Dean's hand at the back of Cas's head while is hooked in his belt loop. Castiel pulls back, resting their foreheads together.
"I suppose we should head back," Cas breathes.
Dean nods slightly, "I'm starving," he chuckles a little.
"Let's go get some burgers," he smirks, locking their fingers after Dean stoops to grab the towels.
After stopping at an In & Out burger, they drove back to the hotel, completely exhausted from the day at the beach. The pair eat in companionable silence, taking turns to shower the day off afterwards. Cas comes out of the shower to find Dean passed out on the bed in his boxers, lying on his stomach with his hands under the pillow. He smirks to himself as he turns off the lights and slips under the covers next to him.
The next morning, Cas awakens to the sound of Dean's voice talking quietly across the room. Stretching across the bed he rubs the sleep from his eyes before sitting up, resting his elbows on his bent knees as he looks at the other man. Dean winks at him as he ends the call.
"Morning babe," He leans across the bed to kiss his boyfriend.
"Hello Dean," Cas replies groggily, "Who where you calling?"
"I promised you room service, didn't I?" Dean smirks.
"Can it be vacation every day?" He lies back in the bed, happily.
"That would get expensive," he crawls over Cas, kissing and nipping his tattooed chest.
"How long till it comes?" Cas wonders as his eyes fall shut.
"Twenty minutes."
"You don't have much time then," he smirks up at Dean.
"Yes, sir," Dean smiles sucking each of Cas's nipples in turn, paying special attention to the pierced one.
He trails his mouth down nipping just along the waist band of Cas's pants, trailing his tongue down as he pulls the clothing article down. Dean kisses around Cas's hardening cock, he teases the head with his tongue before swallowing Cas down.
"Uh…" Cas moans, his hand on the back of Dean's head.
Dean sucks Cas's dick hallowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue as he bobs up and down. He gets his hand involved stroking behind Cas, then releasing his erection from his warm mouth. Running his tongue up the shaft before kissing back up Cas's chest, his hand stroking the man.
"Fuck, Dean," Cas groans, fisting his hands in his hair as his hips buck .
"Ya, babe," Dean says darkly, "You gunna cum for me?"
Cas doesn't reply just groans as he writhes under Dean, Dean swiping his tongue over the skin temperature bar of his piercing. Smirking he runs his tongue down the center of Cas's chest to take his straining cock back into his mouth, his hand sliding up to Cas's chest. He holds the dark haired man's sides, his thumbs brushing his nipples as he swirls the tip of his dick and takes him in for a few more sucks.
"Jesus, Fuck!" Cas pants as he cums forcefully down Dean's throat, the heals of his hands pressed into his eyes.
Dean swallows him, holding Cas through his orgasm; he's still coming down when Dean climbs over him and kisses him chastely. The kiss is interrupted by a knock at the door; Dean drops his head on Cas's shoulder smiling.
"Perfect timing," Cas breathes.
"Right," he smirks as they keep knocking, he hops up to get the door, "Coming, just a sec."
Cas stands fixing his pants as he strides to the balcony to have a quick smoke. When he comes back in, a roll away table had been set up between the beds and Dean was pulling the cloches off various dishes.
"I got a variety," Dean smiles, pleased at himself as he pours Cas a cup of coffee and hands it to him.
Taking the mug, he peruses the various items and grabs the plate with the Strawberry French toast and steps onto the bed to sit down and watch TV. "I need a fork," he holds out his hand expectantly, Dean sighing as he hands him the napkin rolled with silverware.
"Scootch over," Dean prods, as Cas looks at him blankly turning back to the show, unmoving. "Fine," Dean huffs as they sit practically on top of each other.
Half way through what would technically be called brunch since it was a bit after noon, the two of them silently switches plates. Cas eating the rest of Dean's eggs, bacon and toast while Dean eats the rest of the French toast with all the strawberries gone. Leaning across Dean, he puts his plate on the table and grabs more coffee before sitting back down.
"When do we have to pick up Sam?" Cas asks casually, sipping his coffee.
"A couple hours," Dean replies over his glass of OJ.
Cas nods silently, reaching across Dean again to put his cup down doing the same with Dean's.
"What are you doing?" Dean smirks as Cas places his hands on the side of his face acting like he's going to kiss him, but goes for his jaw and neck instead.
"Just thanking you," he states in between kisses, trailing down Dean's chest.
Castiel straddles Dean's hips as he slips his hand down pulling Dean's cock and stroking it. Dean tilting his head back at the sensation, allowing Cas to nip along his Adam's apple. He removes his hand briefly, watching Dean as he pulls out his own cock to stroke them together.
"Ahh, Cas," Dean sighs, placing his hand on the smaller man's torso while the stroking becomes frantic.
They cum within seconds of each other, Cas's sweat beaded forehead resting on Dean's chest.
Dean checks them out of the hotel as Cas waits smoking outside, he wishes they could have stayed longer; but they wouldn't have been able to afford this otherwise, unless they dipped in Cas's drug job savings money. He joins Cas outside, the pair heading to the car their shoulders brushing slightly.
Pulling up at the designated pick up area, Sam slides into the back seat after saying good-bye to a couple kids and a girl that looked a lot like Jess.
"Was that Jess?" Dean asked his brother.
"Ya," he smiles, "I didn't know she was even thinking about coming here."
"Did you have a good time?" Cas questions over the seat.
"Ya it was great!" Sam beams happily, "I really like it here."
"That's good," Dean nods.
"There was this crazy rumor going around though," he starts.
"Oh?" Dean glances up at his brother in the mirror.
"Apparently there where two dads or something that were like brothers and had owned slaves that had to do sexual favors."
Dean and Cas share a look, smirking slightly.
"Huh, that's weird," Dean nonchalantly replies.
"It was just a rumor, none of the kids who stayed over's parents where gay guys so…" Sam shrugs it off.
The two in the front seat silently laughing as they turn on to the highway to head home.
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