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Dean's hands slid to Castiel's hips as he accepted the kiss. Castiel gently swiped his tongue along Dean's bottom lip, making Dean groan and Castiel's tongue made its way inside Dean's mouth. Castiel could taste the whiskey, and something else he wasn't quite sure what, but he didn't care. He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this, but in his drunken state, he was willing to admit to himself that he'd wanted this, wanted DEAN, practically since he laid eyes on the man.

Dean pinned Castiel against the door of the Impala with his hips and ran his hands up into Castiel's hair, making it messier than it was even coming back from the bar. Castiel slipped his arms around Dean's waist as Dean's lips traced down Castiel's jaw and along his neck. It was Castiel's turn to groan when Dean found and sucked on his pulse spot.

"Maybe we should move this inside." Dean suggested. Castiel nodded, feeling Dean through his jeans. Castiel grabbed one of Dean's hands and led him to the porch. Castiel slowly and quietly opened the door, hoping nobody would be awake. As he looked around, Dean put his hands on Castiel's hips, pulled him back into him, and was placing kisses to the back and side of Castiel's neck. Castiel closed his eyes, forgetting his place. Those lips really knew what they were doing.

"Upstairs?" Dean whispered, his breath hot in Castiel's ear. Castiel shook his head and made Dean follow him to the stairs that led to the basement. If Dean was confused, he didn't protest as Castiel opened the door and the two made their way down the stairs, with their hands roaming each other's bodies.

"There's a spare bedroom down here that's much more private. I figured it would be better than having Gabriel making comments tomorrow." Castiel whispered in the dark, his hand sliding through Dean's belt loops to pull him closer. Dean just nodded as Castiel opened the door to the bedroom, pulling them both inside. Dean's lips attacked Castiel's before he could even kick the door shut. Dean and Castiel's tongues danced inside their mouths, each exploring the others with passion. Castiel grabbed Dean by his shirt again, this time to throw him on to the bed. Castiel straddled Dean's hips and could feel Dean's length through his jeans.

"Having a good time, Mr. Winchester?" Castiel whispered before pressing his lips to Dean's nose, cheek, and finally his neck. Dean hummed.

"Very." Was all Dean responded before he flipped over and had Castiel on his back. Castiel gasped, but Dean took that opportunity to steal Castiel's mouth for a kiss. He slowly began to unbutton Castiel's shirt, taking his time so that Castiel could change his mind at any time. Castiel never did. As Dean reached the last button, Castiel began to unbutton Dean's shirt, with more difficulty. Dean chuckled, making Castiel begin to giggle as well.

"Need some help?" Dean offered.

"Please?" Dean unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Castiel stared at him with intent, not wanting to miss a single second of it. However, once Dean's flannel was off, there was another obstacle. The damn black t-shirt he'd been wearing when he arrived at Castiel's. Castiel pulled at it, making sure that Dean understood that he was to take that off too. Dean shook his head.

"It's only fair that we have the same amount of clothes on," Dean teased. Castiel pouted, but then Dean leaned down and took his protruding bottom lip between his teeth, making Castiel forget what he was mad about. Dean sucked on Castiel's bottom lip, and Castiel pulled Dean closer to him, making their lips touch. Castiel pulled at Dean's shirt again, and Dean allowed him, raising his arms up and breaking their kiss for a moment, then attaching them again. Castiel turned the tables on Dean so he could properly take in the man. Castiel had expected Dean to be in good shape, but actually seeing him was a completely different situation.

His chest was large and strong with muscle. His mid-section was hard and defined too. It should've been a crime to keep that under a shirt. Castiel leaned down and took one of Dean's nipples in his mouth, earning him a deep growl like sound from Dean that Castiel could feel radiating in his chest.

"You like that?" Dean made the noise again when Castiel swirled his tongue around it.

"Cas," Dean whispered gently, making Castiel knit his eyebrows together and look up at him. Nobody but family had ever given him a nickname, and the way Dean said it was almost more intimate than the act they were doing. "Come back up here." Castiel nodded and made himself level with Dean, before once more finding himself on his back. Dean was ripping off his undershirt and then kissing him just as passionately as before. Castiel reached down and unbuttoned Dean's jeans, which Dean returned the favor. Castiel groaned into Dean's mouth when he felt his erection freed from the denim. Dean moaned back and rutted Castiel and Castiel felt like he might blow.

"D…Dean!" Castiel called, not caring who heard. Dean stopped at looked at Castiel. "N…now?" Dean's eyes widened, but he nodded.

"I…shit. I don't have anything down here."

"Then go get them." Dean simply nodded and slipped his shirt on before running upstairs. Castiel was thinking of Dean's mouth on him in multiple places, making him leak precum. He couldn't wait for Dean to come back and…

"Got it." Dean was breathing heavy, but Castiel wasn't sure if that was about the running up and down the stairs or something else. He shed his shirt once more and crawled his way towards Castiel with his hands filled. One with a condom and the other had a small bottle of lube. He set them down and slid Castiel's undershirt off, kissing him again. Castiel kissed him back. Dean slid his hand inside Castiel boxers, taking his hard, leaking erection in his hand. Castiel moaned louder than he had previously.

"Sh, we can't wake up the whole house, now can we?" Dean whispered in Castiel's ear, grazing it with his teeth. Castiel bit his bottom lip to keep from another moan escaping him. "Now how would you like to do this?" Dean gave Castiel a gentle squeeze. Castiel exhaled sharply.

"You. Just…you." Castiel breathed out. Dean slid Castiel's boxers off and then his own. Castiel took in Dean's cock. It was standing fully erect and long. Castiel wasn't sure if he could handle it, but he was going to try. He also knew that Dean was going to take care of him and make sure that he was okay and safe. Castiel wasn't sure why he knew that, but he knew it. Dean seemed so caring and was moving with Castiel so slowly so that if he needed to, Castiel could back out, but Castiel wasn't going to. He wanted to do this and he wanted to be with Dean.

"Turn over." Dean demanded. Castiel complied, and he heard Dean gasp.

"What?" Castiel felt Dean's lips at his back, tracing what he knew was there. His wings. He'd gotten large, black, feathery angel wings tattooed down to his lower back that he'd gotten as soon as he moved to Chicago. "Oh those."

"Later." Dean replied, continuing his lips around Castiel's wings and then down to his lower back. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes!" Castiel practically shouted. Dean lathered his hand in lube, and gently circled around Castiel's entrance. Castiel sighed deeply, hoping that Dean would hurry up. Dean, as if reading his mind, softly pushed his index finger in barely. Castiel whined. "Dean! Mmmm." Castiel wanted more. He was surprised how good and right all of this felt. Castiel felt himself adjust just as Dean slid his finger up to his second knuckle. "Oooh!" Castiel could feel it more, especially as Dean began to move his finger and out of him. Castiel could feel himself leaking more when Dean slid his whole finger inside. "Yeeeessss." Castiel hissed, knowing feeling like he might lose it soon without Dean actually being inside him. Dean thrust his second finger in, moving his fingers quicker and spreading them out, to make Castiel open himself up. Then Dean hit Castiel's prostate. Castiel let out a cry that he hadn't expected. Dean hit it again and Castiel made the same noise. "Dean, I…I'm so close." Castiel whispered. He didn't trust his voice not to crack at that moment.

"Ready?" Dean asked as he applied more lube around Castiel's entrance and then opened and slid the condom on.

"Please." Castiel answered quietly. He knew that he wouldn't last long with Dean, but he was ready for it. Dean lined himself up and Castiel felt the head of Dean's erection touch and then slowly come inside him. Dean inched his way as Castiel felt himself stretch in ways he didn't think were possible. It hurt, but it also felt better than Castiel believed it would.

Dean reached around and began stroking Castiel, making him lean back into Dean. It only took a few strokes for Castiel to lose his load on the comforter. Dean wasn't far behind, a few more strokes and he came, moaning out a "Cas" before falling on top of Castiel. He and Castiel were breathing deeply and Dean placed a kiss to Castiel's temple before sitting up, and slowly pulling himself out.

"Bathroom?"

"Across the hall." Castiel breathed out, hoping Dean heard him. Dean got off the bed and walked out of the room. Castiel was still trying to catch his breath when Dean came back with a towel.

"Want to get cleaned up?" Dean offered the towel to Castiel and Castiel greatly took it. He wiped up his legs and the comforter and then fell back against the pillows. Dean laid next to him.

"That um…that was…"

"Was that okay? I know you've never done anything like that before and I just got excited, so if it was too fast…" Castiel gave Dean a gentle kiss.

"Yeah, it was more than okay. It was great. I…I've never…not even with Hannah…" Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel and pulled him into his chest. Castiel laid his head down and listened to Dean's heartbeat.

"Why'd you get the wings?" Dean asked as he traced when Castiel knew one of the feathers was.

"A couple reasons. I told you my brothers and I were all named after angels, so Gabriel and I always talked about getting tattoos with wings, and Gabriel got his when he moved out to California and I decided to get them when I moved to Chicago. They represent freedom too. The freedom that I got from moving away from Hannah and getting to a new big city."

"My brother and I always talked about getting matching tattoos, too. Maybe we could when he comes home from law school."

"Your brother means a lot to you, doesn't he?" Castiel could feel sleep so close. The alcohol, the long drive, and sex had made him exhausted. He closed his eyes.

"Yeah, he does. We can talk more in the morning. You get some shut eye." Castiel yawned and nodded.

"In the morning." Castiel could hear Dean humming a song. "What's that?"

"Hey Jude. My mom used to hum it for me." Castiel felt himself drift to sleep with Dean's humming in his ear. Dean felt his eyes close too, not noticing when he fell asleep.

Dean woke up, still in the dark. He wasn't sure what time it was, but he knew that Castiel was still asleep on his chest. He wasn't sure why, but it made him happy. He was thinking that maybe this thing with Castiel would work out. Maybe he could get out of this life and work at the garage with Bobby full time. He and Castiel could actually date and live together in the future. He wouldn't have to lie to people about what he did.

Dean didn't want Castiel to wake up, but he had to go to the bathroom, so he gently moved Castiel off of him (and Castiel made a small mewing noise of protest) and then stood up. He tripped over Castiel's jeans and saw Castiel's wallet skip across the floor. Dean sighed and walked to pick it up. Now, Dean wasn't one to judge, but he realized that Castiel's wallet was thick. He also noticed a receipt that said that Castiel had taken nearly four thousand dollars out of his savings account.

Had Castiel planned this? The whole night? Getting drunk so he could act like he didn't know what he was doing and could experiment with a guy? Well fuck that. If Castiel wanted this to be some experiment, then it would cost him more than that. God, Dean was so stupid. He'd actually started caring about him and thinking that maybe things would get better for him. Dean should've known better. People were always just going to see him as the hired fuck doll. Dean quickly grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom. He got dressed, hoping the tears in his eyes wouldn't actually fall.