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Dean drove as fast as he could back to his place. He didn't care that he hadn't cleaned it since he got home and all of his clothes were strewn about since he'd gotten home. He had his hand on Castiel's thigh, slowly moving it up and down on the way home. He thanked God for the umpteenth time that he didn't live far from The Roadhouse.
"Dean," Castiel moaned as Dean moved his hand into Castiel's crotch.
"Sh," Dean insisted as they pulled in to his driveway. Dean had never done this. Wow, he felt like he'd been saying that a lot with Castiel around. He never got feelings for a client. He never left a job early. And he never, under any circumstances, allowed a client into his house. Hell, he didn't even like it when the clients were in his car. But this, Castiel. He was different, and Dean had known that since they first met.
"Let's get inside." Castiel nodded as Dean the led the way to his house. Once inside, the two wasted no more time. Dean had Castiel pinned against his door by his hips. Castiel whimpered when Dean kissed around his next and face, but not his lips.
"Dean," Castiel groaned again. Dean smiled and met Castiel's eyes.
"You ra...?" Dean's mouth was suddenly occupied by Castiel's. Their lips met in a clash of tongues and teeth as they began to strip off their clothes. Dean grabbed Castiel's hand and dragged him into his bedroom. Dean slid Castiel's pants off and pushed him on the bed. He straddled Castiel's hips and Castiel pulled him down to meet his lips again. Dean could feel Castiel through his jeans.
"You're going to remember this time. I gaurentee it." Dean growled before slipping Castiel's shirt off. Castiel looked up at Dean.
"Wh...what do you mean?"
"You didn't remember last time, but I'll make sure you do this time." Dean's mind wasn't really paying attention to his mouth, but he felt Castiel's hands on his chest and looked at him. "What?"
"We've had sex?" Dean saw the look in Castiel's eyes change from lust to confusion. Dean nodded.
"I...when?"
"The night before last. You were drunk, and we...well, we we went down to that other bedroom and..."
"I should have rememebered something like that." Castiel replied before pulling Dean back into a kiss. Dean didn't argue and kissed Castiel back. Casitel and Dean continued stripping off the other's clothes until they were down to their boxers. Castiel now understood why the 'dream' he'd had felt so real. It had been real. He knew that now. And they could talk about Dean lying to him later, but right now, he wanted this moment with Dean.
Dean kissed down Castiel's neck and chest. Castiel wrapped his fingers in Dean's hair as Dean gently traced the wasitband of his boxers with his lips and tonuge.
"It's not nice to torture people." Castiel whispered heatedly. Dean chuckled and Castiel felt the breath through the fabric of his boxers on his overly sensitive cock.
"You're right, it's not." Dean gave Castiel a smirk, reminding Castiel of not even five days ago. The man that walked into his house with coffee and was now Castiel was in bed with him. Dean slid Castiel's boxers off, freeing his hard, leaking cock. Castiel sucked in as the cool air in the room hit it. Dean gave Castiel a wink before slowly taking Castiel in his mouth. Castiel groaned. Dean's mouth was wet, and hot, and his tongue was skilled. It moved up and down Castiel's member and traced the vein on the underside before swirling around the head. Castiel was moaning and pulling on Dean's hair as he got a blow job like none he'd ever had. He could see Dean reach down and work himself with his hand. It was a strange, even more arousing, sensation to watch him. Castiel could feel that he was getting close.
"De...Dean?" Castiel panted, hoping to give Dean a proper warning, but Dean didn't pull off. He hollowed out his cheeks and Castiel wasn't sure he could even make coherent sentences anymore. He tried to pull Dean away, but Dean held onto one of Castiel's thigh, keeping him inside until Castiel came with a cry and Dean swallowed him down. He pulled off Castiel and then finished himself, coming onto the bedspread. He made his way back up to Castiel's face and smiled at him.
"You going to remember that?" Castiel laughed, mostly with humor.
"For a long long time." Castiel smiled over at Dean. Dean laid back and Castiel rested his head on Dean's chest.
"Good, that was my intention." Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel and placed a kiss on his forehead. The two were quiet for a few long, blissful minutes, before Castiel remembered they should probably have a conversation.
"Dean," Castiel even heard his voice was deeper than normal, something that he wasn't sure was possible.
"Hm?" Dean opened his eyes and looked at Castiel.
"We um...we should probably talk about the weekend, right?" Dean sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, we probably should. But, can it wait until morning? I think in couple minutes we'll need to make up again." Dean smiled and Castiel returned it.
The sun was coming through the window and Castiel rolled over so that he wasn't blinded. He cracked one of his eyes open and saw Dean's chest raising up and down. Castiel smiled to himself and wiggled closer to Dean. Dean's arms tightened around him and Castiel tried to think of a time where he had been this happy. Dean sighed sleepily and then opened his eyes. Castiel opened his other eye and smiled. Dean grinned back.
"Good morning, sunshine."
"Hello, Dean."
"Want some breakfast?" Castiel nodded and Dean pressed a kiss to Castiel's head before they both sat up and Dean pulled his boxers on before walking out of the room. Castiel stood up, but his knees shook slightly. He had never had a night like that. Dean had…well, Castiel definitely was not going forget it, like Dean had promised. Castiel was about to get into his boxers before he heard his phone ringing across the room. He sighed, pulled his boxers on, and walked over to his jeans and pulled it out of his pocket. Gabriel was calling him. Castiel slid the screen to answer.
"Hello, Gabriel.
"Hellooooo, Cassie. I'm assuming you found your boyfriend?"
"I did. We made up. Is something wrong?"
"Well, I was trying to figure out more about Dean, so that I could try to help you a little bit more. You'll never guess what I found."
"Um…no idea." Castiel replied, but he could barely hear from the ringing in his ears.
"You said that Dean works at a car shop, right?"
"He's a mechanic, yes."
"And you two are REALLY dating, huh?"
"Yes?" Castiel sat back down on the bed, not sure he could stand anymore. He knew what was coming.
"You didn't…pay him to come up here?" Castiel sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Look, Gabriel,"
"All I need is you to be honest with me. Did you, or did you not, pay him to come up here with you?"
"Are you alone?"
"Yes, I'm on my way to the airport right now, so you better tell me what the hell is going on." Castiel decided to be honest.
"Yes, I paid him." Gabriel made a sound of shock, but not of disgust, which Castiel had thought he would hear.
"Then, why was is such a big deal that he left?" Gabriel asked gently.
"I…I originally was going to just bring him as my date and say we broke up not long after we got back here, but, I…I…he and I…we…" Castiel was having trouble articulating what he and Dean were now, or what point exactly Dean had turned from a hired date into the real thing. Maybe it was when he realized that Dean was comforting him with the hand squeezes, or when Dean and he had kissed on that first night, but whenever it happened, it happened.
"You love him?" Castiel absorbed his brother's words for a long moment. He was about to reply when Gabriel spoke again. "You don't have to answer, but, you know what he does, so how is that going to work?" Castiel thought for another minute.
"We haven't talked about things yet, but we will."
"What were you doing last night, then?" Gabriel's voice changed from one of scolding to one of implications.
"None of your business, but thanks for the concern. Have a nice flight back to California."
"Aw come on, Cassie! I'm proud of you getting it for real and not paying it!"
"Hanging up now." Castiel quickly pressed the button that hung up the phone. He looked around Dean's bedroom and sighed. Well, at least he had come clean to somebody. And Gabriel had brought up a good point about Dean's job, but when was Castiel supposed to ask Dean about it? Just during breakfast, or should he just let it slide until Dean brings it up? Maybe…
"Cas?" Dean appeared in the doorway wearing an apron. "Ya coming?" He grinned that stupid grin that made Castiel's heart melt.
"Yeah, I just um…got a call from Gabriel." Castiel's tone must've held something he hadn't intended because Dean's smile faded.
"Oh. And um…what did he say?" Dean walked in and sat next to Castiel on the bed.
"That he found out who you were. What your job was…is."
"Is he going to tell your family?" Dean's lips formed in a hard line.
"No, Gabriel wouldn't say anything."
"But if found me that means somebody else could and…" It was finally Castiel's turn to place a comforting hand on Dean's knee.
"If that happens, we can always pretend that you have some evil twin hell bent on taking your life over." Dean chuckled, took Castiel's hand and intertwined their fingers.
"Well, the good news is, in a month, I'll be off the website and Crowley scrubs stuff clean so that people can't be found again." Castiel glanced at Dean and tilted his head.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that we sign a contract, and once it's up we can either resign or let them go and quit. I'm not resigning mine. I'm going to go work for my uncle at the garage." Castiel was quiet for a moment, playing with his and Dean's hands.
"Because of me?" He whispered. He couldn't even fathom that Dean wanted to give up everything for him. Hannah hadn't even wanted to work out their relationship, but Dean was willing to change his career for him.
"Yeah, because of you. Because I finally found somebody that…I…I don't know. It just seemed like the right time." Dean cleared his throat like the last sentences had scratched him.
"I would appreciate you having a different job." Dean smiled over at Castiel. Since they were having, one of the closest things they had to a heart-to-heart, Castiel decided to try and ask something that had been bothering him. "Why did you leave?" Dean looked down at the floor, his hand tightened around Castiel's.
"I saw you with her." Dean's voice was quiet as though he didn't want Castiel to hear. "I just thought…your family and you would've been happier with her. I figured if I just bowed out, no harm no foul, ya know? And I could just hear the way they were talking about the two of you and watching you with her was like…damn it, Cas. It hurt. It hurt everywhere. That sounds stupid, but I was used to being...well, used. And I thought that was all I was being again. I had imagined everything. The feelings when we kissed, when we touched," Dean let go of Castiel's hand and traced one of his wings. "When you told me about your wings and what they meant to you. I just wanted you to be happy, and I didn't think I could do that for you." Dean's eyes were still on Castiel's tattoos and tracing them. Dean leaned forward and placed a kiss to one of his feathers.
"Why?"
"Because, I…I don't do that. I make people happy for a weekend and then I leave. I'm just an escort." Dean continued tracing Castiel's wings with his lips.
"That's not true." Castiel moved so that he could bring Dean's lips to his own. "You, Dean Winchester," Castiel trailed kisses along Dean's neck and shoulder. "Are so much more than that." Castiel took Dean's lips again. Dean kissed him back before pulling away.
"Your breakfast is getting cold, and some of us have work we need to get to." Castiel stiffened.
"You have to work?"
"I have to go talk to Crowley about my weekend. Give him…ya know, a cut." Dean stood up and pulled Castiel with him. "Come on, I don't want to talk about work." Castiel nodded and followed Dean out to for breakfast. And if Dean was just a little late (okay, a lot late) to his meeting with Crowley, so be it.