Author's Note
I've decided that this fic is basically gonna have a lot of smut in it and why not! *big grin* smut with the mixture of falling in love with backstories it's perfect really :)
I will at some point be co-writing this with a friend, so the overall format of how it's written, words etc might change I'm not sure how though or how it will effect the story.
Also all mistakes - spelling and grammar are my own, I'm far too impatient for a BETA reader.
Anyways. I hope you like. Reviews feed the ever present hungry Muse who needs encouragement!
-Jess
"Cassie, we've been over this a hundred times there's nothing wrong now would you quit asking." Dean Winchester tried his best to concentrate on the engine of an old car he had bought and was in the middle of restoring it to its former glory. "Well I'm sorry if I'm just trying to make our relationship work." He repressed a scowl at her words since he knew exactly where the conversation was going. There relationship or what was left of it, they hadn't had sex in God knows how many months and whenever she tried to initiate he somehow always managed to find an excuse to avoid being close to her, she was feeling neglected and made a point to be frequently vocal about it. Dean finally lifted his head and leaned against the car, glancing around his workshop to make sure no one was around to hear yet another disagreement. "Dean, we've been together for almost four years. Could you please consider seeing a couples counsellor with me?" he looked into her dark eyes seeing how desperate she was and bit his lip. "Look I'm busy, could we please talk about this later?" her eyes welled up in frustration as she turned on her heel and stormed off almost knocking down a man who had just entered his Garage.
Since before his Dad retired Dean had worked in 'Winchester & Sons Mechanics', learning everything there was to know about the business and cars. He and his Dad [John] bought, sold and repaired cars. The main focus was restoration of older model cars one being his personal favourite a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. It was the last project Dean and his Dad had worked on together before John decided it was about time Dean took full responsibility of the business. Of course, Dean naturally left all the financial and numbers to his younger Brother Sam who had the smarts and brains to keep everything above water.
He closed his eyes trying to push back all his feelings towards Cassie, and her persistence to try and fix their relationship. He was stringing her on and he knew it… Funnily enough so did… Blue eyes. Castiel. He never forgot that conversation or the events that proceeded even though at the time he was completely wasted not to mention stoned. He dreamed of that encounter and stupidly went back in the hopes that he would be there. No point pining over it dumbass it was a one-night stand things he's probably long gone. It's been four months! He couldn't help but agree with his inner thoughts as he made his way towards the front office of the shop to greet the customer Cassie had almost knocked down on her way out. "Hey I'm sor-"
Holy shit! Am I dreaming? Thankfully there was a desk blocking the eye view of his customer. He pinched his leg and flinched at the pain. He was real. He was here. Standing in his shop wearing a suit and tan trench coat. "I would never have put down as a Mechanic but it would explain that… scent." Dean stared dumbly as very familiar and very real bright blue eyes slid across the office intrigued. "Dean Winchester. Nice to finally put a second name to a first." Blue eyes, correction Castiel smiled at him politely as his brain tried to unscramble itself from the confusion of whether the man who had haunted his dreams for the last four months. Dude! Wake up! He mentally slapped himself. "Can I help you?" Castiel leaned forward tapping his fingers against the desk. "I am looking to have my car repaired, I am told you are the best." He practically breathed the last word making Dean's body automatically react to the sudden flare of heat in the blue eyes. Professional! Stay professional! Stop thinking of that mouth and what it's capable of! "Too right, so where's your car?" Castiel pointed over his shoulder and Dean followed him out and he evaluated trying to ignore Castiel's presence beside him. He turned his head while rubbing his jaw. "How long have you had it?" he half glanced at Castiel who shrugged. "Couple years, my Brother gave it to me. Unfortunately neither one of us have much experience in the car department." A small shudder ran down Dean's spine at Castiel's casual choice of words that he emphasised. "I see so what's wrong with it?"
"Again, my expertise lies elsewhere." Sonofabitch!
It took all Dean's will power not to let Castiel see how simple words were truly affecting him. He barely managed to get the car into the back of the workshop mainly because he could feel Castiel's eyes on him at all times, taking in every movement he made. He popped the hood to take a closer look at the engine. "You probably just need a tune up, everything seems pretty much in working order." He removed numerous parts checking the oil and fluids and replacing them carefully. "We had fun that night didn't we?" his hand slipped at Castiel's sudden words, he cleared his throat which had decided to close up. "You want to know a secret?"
Dean closed the hood with a snap and leaned against it trying his best to act casual as Castiel deliberately brushed against him, so close the lips were almost touching his ear and he could feel the hot breath. "I have been looking for you Dean Winchester because I can't stop thinking about that night." This time Dean let the evident shudder run through his body as Castiel placed a hand on his stomach, the slight fingers kneading his flesh through the shirt. "Have you been thinking about it too?" the fingers dragged down his t-shirt to where the workshop overalls sat on his hips hiding his answer, he groaned low in his throat as Castiel's direct fingers slid down the front of his crotch. "That must be a yes." He heard the satisfied smile in the man's voice. "You want it, I can tell." Of course out of natural reaction he was going to deny it as Castiel's fingers rubbed circles over his erection. "I find doing what you really want can release all kinds of pent up frustration." Castiel's fingers found the zip of the overalls slowly sliding it down as he bit Dean's earlobe between his teeth.
Just as Castiel's fingers were about to reach for their destination Dean suddenly stopped him, his fingers wrapped around the other man's small wrist. He glanced around the empty workshop before dragging Castiel to the back where the Impala sat. What possessed him to act like he did, Dean could barely think or answer as he locked the door and pushed Castiel's jacket off his shoulder and pinned him to the hood of the Impala. "So you do this often?" he asked his voice gruff with need, he looked into Castiel's darkened blue eyes. "Not in the daylight." He winked just as Dean pressed his body against Castiel's and captured his lips in a deep kiss. Castiel tasted just as he remembered like a forbidden addictive drink and the more he tasted the more he wanted. He framed Castiel's face with his hands as the kiss deepened further their tongues stroking against each other. Dean settled himself between Castiel's open legs, giving himself a chance to investigate the body beneath the baggy clothes. His fingers fumbled clumsily unbuttoned the shirt pushing it like the jacket down Castiel's shoulders exposing pale flesh. Dean knew exactly what he wanted; he ducked his head his tongue tracing one perk nipple, laving the tip with his tongue. The tips of his fingers slid down stroking Castiel's stomach teasing around the edge of his navel with one touch he felt muscles jump under his fingers as he tongue followed suit. He paid special attention the to the navel the tip of his tongue slipping inside causing Castiel to gasp of a moan. The man arched his back pressing his stomach into Dean's mouth, demanding more attention. "Dean, please." He heard Castiel breathe, small sounds escaping the man's throat as Dean's focus shifted to what he could admit to be being the most beautiful hips he had ever seen.
Castiel's fingers dug into Dean's shoulders sweat breaking out of every poor in his body the sheen showing on his skin from the artificial light. His body twisted impatiently waiting for Dean to get where he wanted that mouth. "Don't be so impatient Cas." He murmured sliding his tongue from one hip to the other.
Time slowed until Dean rested his chin just above the bulge, one hand moving to pop the button and slid the zip down. In one single movement never once breaking eye contact with Castiel, Dean stripped Castiel of his trousers and undergarments. The erection stood hard and proud, stretching to his stomach, Dean stepped back taking in the sight that he hoped would be seared into his brain.
A man he had met and hadn't seen for over four months, who had pleasured him lay half naked and stretched out on the Impala. His legs wide practically begging to be taken, the erection leaking out clear pre-cum. And those eyes so dark and heated. "What are you doing?" Castiel moaned in disbelief, his patience wearing thin. He wanted so bad to touch himself as his body tightened. "Making sure I don't forget." Dean's eyes fixated on Castiel's blue ones as he ripped off his t-shirt and push down his overalls, he found his place between Castiel's open thighs, one hand balancing in as the other slid up and down the soft thigh and slipped into the buttocks. He groaned at the searing distinct heat he found, the tips tracing the entrance only pulling back to wet his fingers enough to push inside Castiel. The muscles relaxed and immediately clamped around his fingers as two soon became three. Stretching the man easily hearing the grunts of satisfaction. "Ready?" Castiel thrashed his head as Dean placed his cock at the heated stretched out entrance. Castiel's legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed inside taking in every sensation his face buried in Castiel's neck, his lips lightly sucking on the neck. A small cry echoed in his ears when the tip slipped into Castiel and he pushed himself roughly inside. "Oh God!" a strangled sound of words filled his ears, his hips thrusting hard into Castiel's body, each thrust resulted in a tight squeeze of muscles creating desirable friction of flesh inside and out. He was well aware of Castiel's hard cock rubbing his stomach at every movement he gripped the hips of the man beneath him, his fingers digging into the flesh. "Harder…!" Castiel's clutched Dean for dear life as their position changed quickly, the thrusts becoming harder and shorter. Sweat slid down from Dean's hairline, leaving a clear path and was finally caught on Castiel's tongue.
Dean could barely think as he felt his cock swell inside Castiel, another clench bringing him closer to an orgasm. He bit his lip his hand wrapping around Castiel's neglected cock pumping the other man in sync with their movements. Dean and Castiel threw their heads back, each crying out. Castiel orgasm painting their stomachs and Dean's seed shooting out hot and filling him to the hilt.
They lay together. Dean still deep inside Castiel's body panting searching for their next breath. Castiel swallowed several times moaning as Dean pulled out. "When they said you were the best…" he licked his lips. "That's not a lie." The blue eyes glazed and half closed in pleasure stared deep into Dean's hazy green eyes. "We should definitely do this more often."