The street was dark and nearly empty. Dean looked around to find Castiel leaning against a wall, finishing the last bottle of booze. He walked over to the angel, with concern in his eyes. "Hey, what happened back there?" Dean asked resting a hand on Castiel's shoulder.
Castiel shrugged off Dean's hand, and began to walk down the street, "I just thought that you and Ruth would enjoy having a little bit more privacy."
Dean walked after him, kind of confused. For a little while he was silent, not wanting to make the situation worse, but too many things just didn't add up. He had to know what was going on with Castiel, "That's bull shit, Cas," Dean's tone was harsh enough to cause Castiel to stop dead in his tracks. Dean stood behind him, and when the angel didn't speak, he continued, "You may have only known me for a day, but I've known you for years. You have cock blocked me too many times for me count. So, I'm sorry if I don't believe that now all of a sudden you feel the need to get lost when I'm about to get lucky."
Castiel's muscles tensed at Dean's last remark. Jealousy flaring up again, forcing him to walk, but Dean jumped out in front of him, and held him there.
"Cas, why won't you talk to me?" It was driving Dean crazy. Being ignored by Castiel was not something he was use to, and it was unsettling.
Castiel just gave Dean a blank stare, trying to hide all of the hurt. He didn't know how to act in this situation. Was he suppose to tell Dean how he felt? Something within him said that wasn't a good idea, but the alcohol clouded his judgement. He let all of the pain show in his face, "Because you want Ruth. You don't want me." Castiel looked down at the ground, ashamed of what he had said, but grateful that he didn't say more.
Dean hands drifted up to hold Castiel's face, forcing him to look up. "What are you talking about, Cas? You are my closest friend. There have been times when I've trusted you more than my own brother! How could you think that I would put some one night stand before our friendship?"
Most of Castiel's anger had subsided at Dean's touch. His hands were warm against his cheeks, and Castiel loved the way it felt. He craved more of Dean's touch. "That's not what I meant," Castiel fumbled around in his head, trying to figure out what he did mean, "You don't want me like you want her."
Dean was shocked. He couldn't make sense of what he was hearing. Like he wanted her? What did that even mean? Was Castiel saying that he wanted Dean to want him? like want him want him? Did Castiel want Dean? Dean opened his mouth without thinking, "Even if I did want you, Cas, it's not like I could have you! You're- you're an angel. You can't feel what I feel!" Dean listened to his own words. What I feel. He hadn't thought about it before it came out of his mouth. Was it true though? Did he have feelings for Castiel? He searched over the angel's face as if it would have the answers.
Castiel just stared back and Dean for a moment before he replied in a quiet tone, "That's not true," he looked away as blood flushed his cheeks, "You could have me."
That was all Castiel could manage to say, he wasn't even sure if it made sense, but it was all Dean needed to hear. He had suppressed his feelings for Castiel for years thinking that he could never feel the same, and now he was standing in front of Dean telling him that he could have him. All of Dean's emotions were clear to him now. He smiled, and stroked the angel's cheek bone gently with his thumb. He took a step towards Castiel, and pulled his face up to his own. Only hesitating for a second before gently placing his lips against Castiel's.
Castiel leaned into the kiss. All of his emotions were gone, replaced with a euphoria washing over him. Dean grazed Castiel's bottom lip with his teeth, and pulled it into his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth against the angel's lip, and an unexpected noise came from Castiel. The noise made all of the blood in Dean's body rush to his face, and groin. Castiel was disappointed when Dean pulled away from the kiss, but then the man leaned in again to whisper into his ear, "Hey, Cas, you think you could zap us into an empty motel room?" Dean's voice was breathy and dripping with lust. He had been holding back for a long time, and the wait had increased his need.
Castiel was confused, "For what purpose?"
Dean chuckled and leaned in to press his lips against the angel's ear, "I'll show you when we get there." Dean ended his statement with a gentle bit to Castiel's earlobe, hoping that he'd get the idea.
Castiel did.
As soon as Dean saw that they weren't in public anymore, he let loose. He pushed Castiel against a wall. Before he leaned in for another kiss he took in how debauched the angel looked. His hair was disheveled and his lips were swollen, his eyes giving Dean a look of pure need. Dean grinned to himself when he thought about how much worse Castiel was going to look after he was done with him. Dean ran his hand through Castiel's hair, and yanked his head back to expose the angel's neck. He pressed his lips against the warm flesh, before gently biting Castiel's neck. The angel gasped, and pulled Dean closer to him. Dean smiled into Castiel's neck when he felt the bulge in the angel's pants against his thigh.
Dean kisses his way back up to Castiel's lips. Both of his hands move to cup the angel's face, as he rolled his hips into Castiel's erection. "Uhh... Dean," hearing Castiel moan his name like that sent a flash of heat down Dean's spine. His hands quickly moved down to take off Castiel's tie and unbutton his shirt. Dean ripped off Castiel's shirt, throwing it across the room.
"If I go too far, you can always tell me to stop," Dean said, looking into Castiel's glowing eyes. He was worried that he would get out of hand, and pressure the angel into doing something that made him uncomfortable, but Castiel couldn't imagine anything that he wouldn't want to do with Dean.
"I don't think I'll have to," Castiel said panting before he pulled Dean in for another kiss. That was all the encouragement Dean need to do what he wanted to do. He grabbed Castiel by his belt, pulling him off the wall, spinning him around, and pushing him onto the bed.
Castiel stared up at Dean, as the man took off his own shirt, and bent over to press his lips all over the angel's chest and neck. Dean kissed and licked all the way down Castiel's torso, stimulating just about every nerve in his body. Castiel instinctually thrusted forward. Dean smiled against the skin above Castiel's pants, "Say my name again," Dean said. His hot breath brushed against Castiel's skin sending shivers up his spine, and then Dean bit down on his hip. Castiel couldn't help but moan out his name.
Dean smiled and move back up to Castiel's face, but kept his hands around the angel's hips. He slowly dragged his tongue up Castiel's neck, as he unbuckled Castiel's belt, unbutton his pants, and pulled the zipper down. Castiel felt his breathing hitch. A slight feeling of panic was starting to overcome him, but his worries were extinguish when Dean was back to pressing his lips again his.
Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, bringing him in closer for a deeper kiss. The angel used his tongue to play with Dean's bottom lip, before pushing further into Dean's mouth. Dean's tongue came to greet his, and they intertwined while Dean gently brushed his fingers along Castiel's still clothed erection. Castiel brought one hand up to grip Dean's hair, and moaned into his mouth. His other hand lightly glided down Dean's spine, until he found the edge of his pants. Castiel moved his hand around to Dean's zipper. He unbuttoned and unzip Dean's pants, and the man couldn't help but roll his hips into Castiel's hand in anticipation.
Dean stood up just long enough to take off Castiel's pants and his own. Then, Dean was right back on top of his angel. His hand gripping Castiel's thigh, pulling their erections together, moaning as he slowly rolled into Castiel's hips. Castiel gripped the man's back tightly. He had never felt anything like this before, the heat, the adrenaline, the pleasure, but it still wasn't enough.
"Dean," Castiel let out a quiet moan before finishing his sentence, "I want more."
Dean bit the inside of his cheek, the sound of Castiel's request nearly made him come. He quickly moved his hands to the waistband of Castiel's boxers, and pulled them off of the angel. He went back to kissing the angel's neck, then he moved down to his collar bone, then his chest, his stomach, his hips, until Dean was sitting on the floor in between Castiel's leg with his erection in his face.
Castiel's hips shutter as Dean licked all the way up the angel's length, and when Dean took Castiel's head in and sucked, the angel's eyes rolled back as he arched up off the bed. Getting that kind of reaction from Castiel was a huge turn-on for Dean, and he felt the bulge in his boxers get even harder.
He moved his head down further, and used his tongue to stroke the sensitive spot underneath Castiel's head. The angel's hands came up to grab Dean's head, and run his fingers through his hair. Dean was hoping that Castiel would pull Dean further in, and fuck his mouth. The thought made his own dick throb, so he moved one of his hands from the angel's hips to stroke himself.
Dean sucked in all of Castiel, and began bobbing his head at the same rhythm he was jerking himself off at. Castiel gripped Dean's hair tighter, and moaned out his name again. Dean sucked harder, and tasted pre-come in his mouth. He began stroke himself harder, and moaned around Castiel's dick. The vibrations caused Castiel to thrust into Dean's throat, and soon Dean was coming in his hand.
Now Dean could direct all of his focus to his angel lying in front of him. He sped up, and began to use his tongue to lick Castiel's slit when he would come up. "Dean," Castiel moaned louder than ever, "Something's happening."
Dean wanted Castiel to come in his mouth, but he wanted to see the look on his angel's face more. So, Dean pulled back, and moved up to kiss Castiel, taking him in his hand, and stroking him swiftly.
"Dean..." Castiel moan in between kisses. Dean pulled back from the next kiss just in time to see Castiel's pupils blown wide with pleasure, and his head tilt back as he bit his lip. Castiel thrusted into Dean's hand, and came all over his stomach. Every muscle's in the angel's body relaxed as Dean leaned in for another kiss.
Dean smiled, "Well, if I wasn't exhausted before, I certainly am now. I'm not even going to shower" Castiel smiled back, and Dean crawled up to the head of the bed to get under the covers.
Castiel stood up and put his boxers back on, before walking over to the other bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing Dean.
Dean looked at his angel with sad eyes, "You know, I wouldn't mind if you stayed in my bed."
Castiel smile widened, and he crawled into bed with Dean, who wrapped his arms around him welcomingly. Castiel held Dean all through the night, and watched over him as he slept. He had never been happier.
