Notes:

So basically I said screw it and decided to make this chapter a three parter. So here's part 2 of 'Save that for the black and white.'

Also, this part is pure smut! ;)

Chapter 14: Save that for the black and white (part2)

Twenty three minutes, five seconds, and two milliseconds later (Dean timed it), Dean and Cas stopped at the end of a dirt road. The headlights illuminated the cluster of trees in front of them, and just beyond the branches, if you looked close enough, you could see a bank of water.

Cas didn't have a single clue where they were, since Dean wouldn't give him any information about his present other than the fact that they had to leave the house in order for him to get it. Which is why once they stopped, Dean wasn't surprised when he looked over and saw Cas' confused blue eyes staring at him.

He turned the car off, unbuckled his seat belt, and turned in his seat with his hands held high. "Ok, before you say anything, this is just the first part of your gift. You can say yes or no to this part. Well, actually, you can say yes or no for both parts," he said, all in one breath.

Cas cocked an eyebrow. "Ok. Slow your roll and take a chill pill, Dean." Dean took a deep breath and nodded. "First, there are two parts to my gift? And second, I have a say in whether or not I even want it?"

Dean nodded. "Yes and yes."

"Ok," Cas said, brows furrowed in scrutiny. "Now that we have that clear, where are we?"

Dean grinned. "Ok, so get this. The fact that I even remember about this place is freaking awesome. When I was younger, like three or so, and I would get really upset, my mom would bring me out here because this was, like, her happy place or something, right?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Did you just go preppy on me?"

Dean paused and cocked his head. "It's possible." He nodded. "Highly plausible actually. Jo calls it my preppy button." His hand reached behind him and rubbed his neck.

"Your preppy button?" Blue eyes tiny slits as Cas stared at Dean, absorbing the new information and, no doubt, storing it for later reference.

"Uh huh." He nodded again. "It's when I get really excited about something and there's no filter between my brain and mouth."

"Riiiiight. Go on, just slower this time, please? We don't want to accidentally hit your preppy button again." He choked on the last few words as a result of holding back laughter.

"You're not going to let me live that down, are you?" Dean groaned, already regretting that he mentioned it.

"Of course not!" Cas smirked. Deans' dick twitched. A smirk should not be that sexy at shit o'clock in the morning.

"So, yeah. This was my mom's happy place. And I've never shown nor told anyone about it." He paused. "Not even Jo, and she's my best friend."

"So what does this have to do with my Christmas present?" Cas asked, head tilting to the side in an eerily good imitation of Angel.

Dean took in a deep, steadying breath. "The last time I was here was when I got my license. I took a celebratory ride and ended up here by accident. So I got out and walked between the trees because I saw the water." Cas made a gesture with his hands, indicating for Dean to continue. Dean bit his lip. "You know when you haven't been somewhere for a long time, but as soon as you get there the memories come rushing back?" Cas nodded. "That was the first time I was here since before my mom died. It's a special place for me and I wanted to share it with someone special."

"So you chose me?" Cas asked quietly.

Dean huffed a laugh. "Duh!" His face softened. Slowly, he raised his hand and cupped Cas' face. "Cas, you're my angel. Who else would I want to share this place with?"

Cas leaned into the touch, blue eyes closing as he nuzzled into Deans' hand. The movement stopped abruptly as he stiffened. Brows furrowed as blue eyes gazed into Deans'. "You said that I could say yes or no to this gift, but I don't understand what you mean."

Dean pulled his hand away and rubbed the back of his neck, eyes dropped, effectively breaking contact. "Well, uh." He swallowed thickly. Looking up, he held a hand up as the other reached behind him and opened the car door. "Wait here," he said before sliding out.

Cas watched as Dean walked to the trunk of the Impala. He heard Dean shuffle around as he looked for whatever it was he got out of the car for. A moment later, Dean walked around and opened the back door, a blanket in hand.

"I know it's still dark out and you can't really see the pond," Dean said while unfolding the blanket. "But that doesn't mean we still can't make this moment special, ya know?" After spreading the blanket across the seat, he patted the spot next to him and looked up. "Come here," he said, voice small and eyes anxious.

Cas climbed over the front seat, being careful not to scuff up the leather interior. Dean pulled the cover back and Cas sat down.

The two cuddled there, in the backseat of the car, for maybe fifteen minutes. Cas shifted his position and looked up. "Hey, Dean?" he asked.

Dean kissed the top of his head. "Yeah, angel?" He spoke into the unruly mop and nuzzled it with his nose.

Cas shifted again until he was sitting crossed legged next to Dean. The sudden cold sent a shiver up his spine. "Why did you name your kitten 'Angel'?" he asked.

Dean looked Cas in the eyes, hand lifting up to cup the blue eyed mans' cheek. "I named her Angel so that when I'm not with you, I still have an angel to go home to."

"Wow," Cas huffed. "Very chick-flick of you, Dean." He smirked, blue eyes glittering playfully in the rising sun.

Dean shrugged. "What can I say? You bring out the girl in me."

"I sure hope not," Cas scowled.

Deans' eyebrows shot up. "Oh, yeah?" Cas nodded. "Why is that?" he smirked.

Next thing he knew, he had a lap full of blue eyes, dark hair, and muscles. Soft, slightly chapped, pink lips were on his. Strong hands were in his hair, tugging lightly. The kiss ended as fast as it started. Chest heaving, Cas breathlessly growled, "I love your dick too much," the hand in his hair tugged hard, "so you better not be turning into a girl on me, Winchester."

Dean chuckled darkly. "Oh, yeah?" he asked. Another pull of his hair. "What do you love so much about my dick?" He cocked an eyebrow.

Cas growled. "Mmmm." He ground his hips into Deans'. "The way it feels with my hand around it." He rolled his hips. A gasp escaped Deans' mouth. "How hard it gets. How warm it gets." Cas let out a moan. "The way it fills me up, makes me feel complete."

Deans' hands squeezed Cas' shoulders, arms wrapped around his angel, holding him close, pulling him harder into his groin. He could feel his dick throbbing in his pants, tenting the front of his jeans.

Cas pulled away, only to pull his shirt up and off, revealing his toned runners body. Dean sat up slightly, enough to pull his shirt off as well. Cas thrust forward again, nibbling at Deans' lips, jaw, neck, any where he could reach. The heat of their bodies mixed. The windows fogged.

Deans' hands reached between them, fingers ghosted along the heated stomach of his boyfriends rippling muscles. He rolled his hips up while his fingers unbuttoned Cas' jeans. The zipper pulled down of its' own accord, the pressure of Cas' cock eager for release.

Dean pushed against Cas, fighting for dominance and taking control of the kiss. His arm guided Cas back until he was laying on the seat, blanket pushed to the floor. He mouthed at Cas' neck, slowly working his way down the lithe body beneath him. His hands pulled gently at Cas' jeans and boxers, tantalizingly slow as he rid them of his boyfriends' body, removing his shoes and socks as his hands moved down. Cas' cock bounced free of its' restraints, precum leaking from its' tip, leaving a shiny stripe on Cas' stomach.

Dean took a moment to stare at the beautiful man laying beneath him. Hooded blue eyes stared back at him. Hair stuck up in different directions, begging for fingers to card through it. Deans' fingers twitched, wanting nothing more than to run his hands through the soft, silky hair. Cas' cheeks were flushed, his kiss swollen lips parted.

He bent down and kissed those lips, his tongue sliding easily into the warm mouth of his lover. Tongues wrestled for dominance, exploring and mapping out each others mouths, memorizing the feel and layout.

He broke the kiss and stared into Cas' eyes. The thin ring of dark blue surrounded lust blown pupils. Warm breath hit his face.

His body warmed from the inside out. Chest exploding as electric heat ran thrown his veins. This was the face of the man he loved. He could wake up every morning to see those too blue eyes gaze sleepily at him, a soft smile gracing those lips. He lurched forward again, capturing those lips in a bruise worthy kiss before pulling back once again.

He bent down and lifted a leg over his shoulder, shuffling back a bit into a more comfortable position. Face turned towards the soft skin, he placed a gentle kiss on Cas' thigh, descending slowly to the crook of his groin. Bypassing the throbbing member altogether, he leaned forward, tongue reaching out to lick the smooth stomach of his angel, tongue delving into the other mans' navel and lapping at the precum that smeared there.

The taste was salty, slightly bitter, but sweet at the same time. It tasted like Cas. Pure honey and rain and sweat. He couldn't hold back any longer. He bent his head, just enough, and licked lightly at the tip of Cas' cock. Above him he heard the hitch of breath. He looked up and smirked at the surprised look on Cas' face.

He nuzzled the curly hair at the base of Cas cock, inhaling the sweet, musky scent. His tongue reached out and tasted Cas for the first time, licking a stripe from base to tip. A groan ripped from Cas' throat, deep and breathy.

Dean relaxed his throat, mentally and physically preparing himself for what he was about to do. Hesitantly, he bowed his head and let a small breath of air ghost over the tip. His tongue flicked out, licking at the small pool of precum that gathered at the top, and swallowed.

"Dean," Cas moaned out, breathless. Taking that as encouragement, Dean wrapped his lips around the head of Cas' cock and sucked lightly. Cas bucked his hips as a strangled, "FUCK!" was released into the air.

He choked, as inches of the throbbing member was shoved in his mouth. Coughing, he pulled away and looked up. Cas leaned up and cradled his face, whispered words of apologies spoken into his skin with every feather light kiss he placed.

Dean rubbed his neck, kissed him once, and pushed him back. His left arm draped across Cas' hips, holding them down, as his right hand grabbed the base. He bent his head again, and slowly inched his mouth down, tongue swirling around the hot penis. He hallowed his cheeks, warmth flowing through his body with every whimper and gasp of encouragement he received. His hand pumped up and down the few inches he couldn't fit in his mouth, meeting his lips with every twist of upward movement.

Blood rushed passed his ears. The whispered words of encouragement sounded miles away.

A few minutes later, he felt Cas' muscles tightened, the tell tale sign of an oncoming orgasm. Right before Cas' strangled voice broke through the haze in his brain, screaming, "Dean, I'm gonna - fuck! I'm gonna -" he gripped the base of his penis, preventing the come from spilling out.

He let go of the head with a small 'pop'.

"Why the hell did you stop?" Cas yelled, voice gruff with lust and irritation.

He crawled over his angels body, careful not to add friction to either of the aching penis'. Blue eyes glared up at him. He carded his fingers through the sweat slick hair before bending down and giving Cas a slow, passionate kiss. Cas' body relaxed to the kiss, limbs becoming limp.

Dean broke the kiss and locked eyes with Cas again. Hand still running through Cas' hair, his breath hitched from how beautiful the other man looked.

He pulled back, leaned over the front seat, and rummaged through the glove box. After finding what he was searching for, he sat in front of Cas again and pulled the man into another kiss, slipping the tiny container into the others' hand.

Cas broke the kiss and looked down. Realization dawned on him as he gazed into his hands. His eyes flew up to Deans', wide with surprise.

"D-dean?" he asked, voice still thick from his almost completion.

He nodded. "Yeah, Cas."

Shocked blue eyes blinked back. "Are," he cleared his throat. "Are you sure, Dean?" he asked, a questioning look in his surprised eyes.

Dean cupped Cas' face with his hands and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles over the slightly rough cheeks. When he spoke, his eyes bore into blue. "Angel." He kissed Cas again. "If you don't want to do it, you can say no. I told you that when we first got here." One hand slid into messy hair, the other moved down to rest lightly over Cas' neck. "But I'm ready. God, Cas, I'm ready." Tears sprang to his eyes.

"Ok." Cas nodded. "Ok. Um." He slid his hands up Deans chest and cupped his face. "Lean back," he instructed quietly.

Dean did as he was told. Cas knelt in front of him, penis erect and a thoughtful look on his face. He nodded to himself, leaned over the front seat, and turned the key. Fiddling with the radio, he stopped at a station, turned it low, and retreated to the backseat once again.

Cas nervously ran his hands up Deans' jean clad thighs in time with the soft music flowing through the car. He leaned forward, pressing his lips gently to Deans', hands still massaging the warm, muscular thighs. The warm pressure sent chills up Deans' spine and back to his imprisoned dick with every movement. Cas hesitated above Dean. His nose rubbed lovingly against Deans', while his hands moved higher, outlining the muscular chest beneath his finger tips.

The whimper that escaped Deans' lips was a surprise to both. His aching cock strained against the jeans. Cas' hands fumbled with the button, pressing opened mouth kisses to Deans' jaw and neck.

The faint sound of the zipper being pulled down rang through the air. Blood rushed past his ears again as his heart rate increased. Every touch, every breath of warm air, tingled his body. He jumped as his cock was finally released from it's confinement. Gentile hands pulled out the rest of his clothing. Fingertips ghosted over his flushed skin.

He was lost in the sensations. The music a low hum in the background, barely heard over his labored breathing. Breath hitched in shock at the first touch of something cold on his ass.

He sat up, head butting Cas in the process, and scooted back. The window, though foggy, yet another cold shock on his back. He jerked forward, into the comforting arms of his angel.

A gentile hand carded through his hair. His ragged breathing slowed down.

"Shh. I got you. I got you," whispered in his neck.

Cold sweat trickled down his back. He pulled away, the hand in his hair sliding down to cup his cheek. They locked eyes. Blue orbs full of concern stared back, searching his face.

"I'm fine," he said, still breathing hard. Cas gave him a pointed look. "Really," he insisted. "I just wasn't expecting the cold."

"Are you sure you want to continue. We don't have to."

He cupped Cas' face and brought their foreheads together. Still taring into the blue eyes, he said, "I want to, Cas." He rubbed his thumb across the other mans' cheek before pulling back and laying back once again.

He watched as Cas applied more lube to his fingers and rubbed them together, effectively warming the liquid up. He watched as the slicked hand disappeared between them. Cas leaned forward and caught green eyes with his own.

This time when the fingers touched him, he didn't pull back. He felt them rub against his hole and unconsciously clenched. "You have to relax, Dean," Cas whispered. He took a deep breath and held it. As the air escaped his lungs slowly, he felt his body relax.

Cas lips caught his in a gentle kiss, distracting him from the first finger pushing past the tight ring of muscle of his ass. He sighed in relief. There was only slight discomfort as the finger pushed in and out of his body.

The kiss, chaste and slow at first, turned heated quickly. Cas' tongue flicked out, seeking permission to slip passed kiss swollen lips. Dean granted him access. With the intrusion of Cas' tongue, a second finger joined the first. He clenched. The burning of the stretched muscle pooling heat in his stomach.

The fingers paused their movement. Cas' tongue retreated. Dean opened his eyes, unaware of when he closed them, and stared into Cas' gentle gaze.

They stayed like that, staring at each other and still as statues, until Deans' body relaxed around Cas' fingers. Then Cas surged forward, capturing Deans' lips once again and thrusting his fingers in and out.

The sensation like nothing he's ever felt before. Cas twisted his fingers every few thrusts. His free hand wound it's way to Dean's front, wrapped around his dick and jerked him in time with his fingers.

His muscles clenched. Arms wrapped around Cas' back, careful not to scratch, and held him close. A third finger was added. Dean whimpered as equal parts pain and pleasure coursed through his body.

Cas twitched his fingers forward. Electricity coursed through his body. His eyes rolled back, lids fluttered, mouth dropped opened, as intense pleasure relaxed and tightened his body at the same time. A silent scream escaped his mouth. His hips bucked forward. Above him, he heard a deep chuckle from Cas, and then the fingers twitched, hitting the same spot.

Tears slid down his cheeks. One hand smacked the back window and slid down, leaving a hand trail on the steamed glass. The other landed flat against the window behind him and pushed him down, thrusting his body on Cas' fingers.

Cas chuckled again, then he was empty. He swallowed hard. Faint music still played in the background. The rustling of cloth grabbed his attention and, with more effort than he ever imagined, he pushed up.

Dazed eyes landed on Cas. The man in question held the lube in one hand. The other searched through the clothes and blanket, looking for something that wasn't there. Dean raised a heavy hand, glad when it landed on Cas' knee.

Frantic blue eyes fixated on him. Breathing heavily, Cas said, "I can't find the condom!"

Dean blinked a few times in an attempt to focus. When the question processed in his mind, he adverted his eyes. "I, um," he cleared his throat, embarrassed at how hoarse his voice came out. "I didn't give you one," he said, fingering a stray piece of string on the blanket.

A few moments passed in silence. Dean fingered the string. Cas burned a hole through Deans' head. Finally, in a quiet voice, Cas asked, "You don't want to use a condom?"

Dean blinked back tears. He sat up. Arms wrapped around his knees and held them to his chest. Gulping, he forced his gaze up and stared into blue. "Do you want to?" he asked, just loud enough to be heard over the quiet music.

They sat there, cramped in the backseat of the Impala, staring at each other. He saw Cas' adams apple as he gulped, loud in the almost quiet morning. "When we got here, you said I could say yes or no." He paused. Blue eyes searched Deans' face. "Was this what you were referring to? Whether or not I wanted to use a condom?"

It was Deans' turn to gulp. The force of the movement burned his throat. "Well, more or less, yeah." He clenched his jaw, prepared for Cas to ask for one.

The sound of the lube tube being opened caused Deans' jaw to drop open. Shocked green eyes bore into blue. From the corner of his eye, he saw Cas' hand slick his dick with the liquid. The hand that held the lube tossed it onto the floor, reached out, and gently unclasped Deans' hands. Dean shifted wordlessly, laying himself on the seat and spreading his legs. Cas got in position between Deans' legs and leaned forward, arm bent next to Deans' head for support.

Still staring into each others eyes, Cas aligned himself with Deans' hole. Dean nodded in encouragement and gulped nervously. The head of the penis breaching his ass caused a burn he wasn't prepared for, despite the stretching from moments before. The pain caused Dean to clench his eyes shut and take an intake of breath. The movements paused.

A few seconds later, he felt Cas press his lips to his own. The slow rubbing of the thumb along his face relaxed him. He leaned into the touch, breaths coming and going quickly. The pressure on his lips stopped, telling him that Cas had moved away, but the breath hitting his flushed face told him he was still near.

He pressed his forehead against Cas' and rubbed their noses together. The burn returned as Cas pushed forward, slow inch by slow inch. He held his breath.

When Cas bottomed out, he knew. It wasn't the fact that the blue eyed man had stopped moving. It wasn't even from the weight of the others' sack hanging heavy against his checks.

No. It was from the feeling of being full, feeling complete. It was the missing piece to his puzzle, the one thing that finally made him whole.

It might have also had to do with the fact that Cas shuddered when he stopped.

Dean released his breath and wound his arms around Cas' neck, pulling him closer and in farther. Cas hugged him tight, arms crossing behind Deans' back and pulling them flush together. He felt Cas' lips press to his neck. Felt the discomfort slowly ebb away.

And then Cas moved.

His movements were slow, taking away the fullness, then bringing it back. They clung to each other, both too afraid that if they let go, even a little bit, the other would disappear.

They stayed like this, clinging onto one another, the whole time. Cas slowly moved in and out of Dean. Their breathing labored, the air hot with their combined body heat, but neither released their grip. And when they came, they came together.