Dean could barely catch his breath before Cas was yanking Dean's pants and boxers off of his ankles and throwing them away, unzipping his own pants right after.
"Lube or no lube?" Cas asked as he bent down and started trailing butterfly kisses across Dean's naked shoulder.
No lube? Dean blinked, horrified at the thought. Didn't lube make it not hurt? Why the hell wouldn't he ever want lube?!
Dean felt like a teenage virgin all over again. On one hand he just wanted to get the whole thing over with and on the other he wanted to make it special.
It wasn't like Dean was going to place rose petals on the bed and light a bunch of candles, but still…he wanted it to at least be on a bed. Dean didn't want his first time having sex with Cas to be on a sofa and for it to be a quick fuck before they got on with their day.
Dean felt like such a girl.
"Whoa Cas, slow down there cowboy. Why don't we move this to the bedroom?" Dean stuttered as he placed both hands on Castiel's shoulders, forcing Cas to stop in the process of undressing and pause in his smothering kisses that had Dean feeling like he was on fire and on the verge of getting hard again so quickly.
"Bedroom?" Cas questioned, cocking his head to the side. "Don't be silly baby," Cas said, bopping Dean on the nose with his index finger, reminding Dean of when Cas had gone off his rocker. Dean blushed red at Castiel calling him a pet name.
Cas shrugged off his shirt, pushing Dean's chest until Dean was lying flat on his back. Cas moved to lay on top of him. Dean opened his mouth to protest further, even moving his hands to grip Castiel's shoulders again, planning on moving him off of Dean, but then Cas moved against Dean and Dean felt lost.
Castiel's erection rubbed against Dean's still soft member, but that didn't stop it from feeling good. Dean sprang back to life, his dick growing hard as Cas swirled his hips and moved against him. Dean's hands moved from Cas' shoulders to his butt, gripping Castiel's naked ass and pulling him closer, his eyes rolling back at how good it felt to have Castiel's nakedness against his own, feeling the hard muscles of Castiel's. The heat and friction between them was growing and Dean was once again hard as a rock.
Why wasn't this a good idea again? Dean found himself trying to grasp any logical thoughts, but all he could feel was Castiel's hard dick against his own, the moving together and Dean was gone.
Cas pressed a hard kiss against Dean's lips before pulling back slightly. Precum was dripping off Castiel's glorious dick as he positioned himself against Dean's entrance. Dean couldn't help but buck his hips and wiggle down as Cas started to push the head of his dick inside of him.
"Oh God yes!" Dean all but cried as Cas worked his hips to push his dick in a little more, moving painfully slow as to let Dean adjust better.
Before Cas could get even get part way inside of Dean, and before Dean could understand exactly why he liked being a bottom so much, there was a pounding on their front door.
Theirs. This house was theirs. Cas and Deans. All theirs and no one else's. Dean finally belonged; he finally had a place to call home.
If Dean were a girl or a baby he would have cried and then held Cas closer to him, but he wasn't, so he didn't.
"Shh, it's ok," Cas whispered against Dean's lips, cupping his cheeks when Dean whimpered – actually whimpered! – when Cas pulled out of him. "I'm just going to go smite whoever is at the door and I'll be back to take care of you ok?" Cas asked, looking at Dean with a half-smile and narrowed eyes. Cas did look really to smite whoever just interrupted them, so Dean knew he'd have to be the one to answer the door.
With a laugh, Dean moved to quickly get dressed.
"Don't worry Cas, I got it," Dean said, his face flaming hot as he looked away from Cas who was also putting back on their clothes. Both men had raging hard-ons that could be seen clearly even with their pants on.
"Stab out their eyeballs for me," Cas growled when Dean moved to go answer the door. Looking back at Cas who was still half naked, buttoning up his pants, Dean couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
Reminding himself once again to never get on the nerdy angel's bad side, ever again, Dean answered the front door.
"Dean, oh thank god!" A young, early twenties male with stylish black hair, rectangle black glasses and khaki wearing pants, man threw his arms around Dean. "When you didn't answer your phone I got so worried and oh my goodness, please for the love of God come in early!"
Dean raised his hands up as the unknown male hugged Dean's waist. Cas was now walking towards them, his eyes dark with annoyance and his whole body language screaming anger as he stalked over towards Dean.
Dean gulped, feeling like he was in trouble.
"Jones you better have a good reason for not only coming at this time, but for having your arms all over what is mine," Castiel spoke in a deeper voice than normal, his eyes narrowing on the guy, Jones.
Jones stepped back, causing Dean to breathe out in a sigh of relief. It had felt so uncomfortable having the dude hug him. There were only few people Dean felt comfortable with hugging. One of them being the pissed of ex-angel standing extra close to him now, looking like his feathers had been ruffled.
"Sorry man, but I need Dean, like now. Rush hour came early, I'm down two workers and one of the ovens isn't working!"
Dean felt completely lost as they both stared at him.
"Um, yeah, sounds like a personal problem to me," Dean answered, raising his eyebrows and placing a hand on the door, giving Jones the hint that it was time for him to leave now.
Jones stared at Dean with his mouth hanging open. "Personal problem? Personal!" Jones threw his hands in the air. "I swear Dean, sometimes you can be so…ugh!" Dean watched in mild amusement as Jones got all flustered. "What will it take?" Jones seemed to mutter to himself. He then dropped to his knees and Dean looked over at Cas in shock, but Cas was only rolling his eyes at Jones display.
"Please Dean! I need you," Jones begged, his hands clasped together as if in prayer.
"It's ok Dean," Cas sighed. "We can pick up where we left off later, right now you should go to your store."
Store? Why the hell didn't Sam mention he had a store?
It turned out Dean owned a bakery shop; Dean couldn't believe how gay he actually turned out to be. Instead of opening a car shop, he opened a damn bakery that made every pie a person could dream of and more, thanks to two chefs he hired.
Dean wondered later that night as he lay in bed how he got so lucky to end up living an apple pie life with his best friend that he always fantasized about being more.
Cas plopped face down into bed, on his side a few minutes later.
"Tired," Cas explained as Dean looked over at him with raised eyebrows.
It turned out that Cas used his free time to help build homes for those in need and did a lot of other charity work. Cas didn't need to work because of Dean's successful bakery shop that Cas also had part ownership to and even used to work at, but Cas actually liked working. But by the end of the day he was worn out, only to be up early and ready to go the next day.
With each day Dean was learning more and more about Cas and his life.
Every Sunday they went grocery shopping together. Cas mainly cooked in their house and was always making sure everything was in order, always cleaning. They went on date nights every Friday night. It felt good to hold Castiel's hand as they watched a movie. One Friday Cas even suggested a sort of foreplay that involved them "meeting" each other at the bar, pretending to be strangers. They ended up giving each other blowjobs in the bathroom and it was way better than Dean thought quick hand and blowjobs in the bathroom of a bar would be.
It was a miracle that Dean made it a couple of months without having penetrating sex with Cas. Cas was always attacking him every chance he got. Dean couldn't even take a shower without Cas coming in and wrapping his arms around Dean. Heck, when Dean came back home, Cas would grab him by the front of the shirt, yank him into the house and slam him against a wall, pressing into Dean and kissing him.
Dean wasn't complaining at all, but he was still freaked out about sex with Cas. Dean wasn't new to the whole having sex with a man. But it was Cas! Dean knew that Cas would just know Dean wasn't the same and then he'd be sad when Dean would finally have to come out and tell him the truth and seeing Cas sad was horrible for Dean to watch. On the news there had been an accident where children had been killed and Cas looked on with the saddest, puppy dog expression that had Dean's heart squeezing painfully.
"If I were still an angel, I would be able to heal those three kids that survived, but are barely hanging onto the very threads of life," Cas whispered as they laid in bed together, his head resting on Dean's chest. Dean stroked Castiel's hair. Pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"The world isn't yours to save Cas," Dean spoke, but he was also lost in his own thoughts and self-pity. The way those kids were getting sick and being killed soon after just wasn't right. Dean knew there was something fishy about the whole thing and wanted to dig into it further. It was like a rash that he just needed to scratch.
But if he did look into it and Cas found out…Dean didn't want to ruin what they had.
He really didn't.
But for the next week he found himself obsessing over the case. Looking into it, checking up on it in the news, drinking more and more as more children were starting to get sick.
Finally Dean knew what he had to do.
What he always did.
Dean was going hunting.
The day Dean decided he would pack up and tell Cas that he was going to a pie convention that would give him new ideas for pies, was the day Cas had a meltdown.
After telling and even showing proof – no matter how fake it was – of the town over having a pie convention, Cas still flipped on him.
"You've found someone else haven't you?" Was the first thing Cas asked.
Dean's heart stopped at even the thought of cheating on Cas. "What? Baby, no," Dean said, cupping Cas's cheeks, rubbing his thumb just under Castiel's eyes where there were bags that Dean hadn't noticed until now since he had been obsessing over the case. Dean felt comfortable around Cas now, after months of being married to him, Dean felt as if they've always been together. Dean couldn't imagine a life now without being married to Cas. Waking up every morning, pressed up against Castiel's warmth and smile was Dean's own personal Heaven. Dean didn't know how he got so lucky to end up with Cas.
Cas looked to scrub Dean's back and hair in the shower, Cas loved to cook for Dean, it turned Cas on to give Dean blowjobs and he would randomly throughout the day. Once even going to Dean's work while Dean was working on fixing the same oven that broke over and over again and pulled Dean into the storage room, dropping to his knees without a word. Whenever Dean didn't know where something was, all he had to do was ask Cas and Cas would know, always remembering where Dean placed things. Cas loved to hug Dean and snuggle with him in bed or when they were watching movies in the living room. Cas really loved to kiss and was always kissing Dean as if he needed it like a fish needed water and lately he had been kissing Dean more and more often, always asking if Dean loved him as much as he loved Dean.
Dean realized now that Cas knew something was up, he just thought the wrong something was up.
In some ways Dean did feel like he was cheating, but he'd never get together with another person, not when he had Cas.
There could be no one better than Cas. Dean didn't want anyone else.
"Don't you trust me?" Dean asked and then felt bad because he was after all lying to Cas and about to go off on a hunt.
"Of course Dean, but," Cas looked down, his whole body language screaming sadness. Castiel's eyes were wide, his shoulder drooped and he was frowning. "You don't want to have sex with me anymore. You used to always touch me more too," Cas was nearly in tears. It was true that Dean wasn't touching Cas as much as he wanted to. Dean wanted to attack Cas with heated touches and long kisses, but then he was afraid he'd lose control and having his first time with Cas end up against a wall on in his baby, the impala.
"Cas…I've just been busy with work. I'm getting old man, I don't have the energy I used to," Dean bullshitted.
Cas looked up at him with his eyebrows raised high. Cas smacked Dean's shoulder. "You lying bastard," Castiel's face now twisted into anger, but Dean saw pain in his eyes too. "The other day you went out and chopped those annoying three trees I wanted down and hardly even broke a sweat!"
Cas shoved away from Dean, moving to pace inside the living room.
"You tell me now, Dean Winchester, who this person is, right now! Is it Jones, because that is just gross!" Cas hissed and even though Dean knew the situation was serious, he couldn't help but smile at how cute Cas looked, all angry. Dean knew how scary Cas could be and how deadly, but right now Dean just wanted to kiss Cas all over.
It was time for Dean to stop being such a little bitch or else he would lose the person he loved.
"Don't make me wipe that smile off your face Dean!" Cas hissed, picking up a vase as if he were going to throw it at Dean. Dean realized Cas only used Dean's name when angry or during sex.
Dean moved forward, grabbing the vase out of Castiel's hand, throwing it away, shocking Cas when the glass hit the wall behind them and shattered. Dean took advantage of Cas' shock and shoved him down onto the floor, following him down, Dean straddled Castiel, leaning in close to nibble on Castiel's ear, causing him to shiver.
"I'd have to be pretty stupid to cheat on someone as amazing as you," Dean spoke honestly as he pressed his hips closer to Castiel's, letting him know just how much his dick loved Cas. How hard it was already for him.
"You have been known to do foolish things," Cas reminded him, but instead of looking angry, he looked turned on, his eyes darkening in lust and his legs falling open as Dean rubbing himself against Cas' hardening erection.
"There's nothing better than having sex after a long time of waiting for it. And bonus, make up sex!" Dean supplied as Cas flipped them over, taking charge and holding Dean's wrists down, looking like he wanted to teach Dean a lesson. Dean hoped his weak reasoning would be good enough.
Cas smirked down at him as he started unbuttoning his jeans. "I should have known," Cas said rolling his eyes. "I'll never understand why you always like working me up and getting me angry before throwing yourself at me like this," Cas talked in between kissing Dean, the two battled for control, but finally Dean let Cas take over and instead bit Castiel's lip, making their kisses turn more fierce.
It barely took Cas a minute to get all of their clothes off, and Dean was glad that the living room had such nice carpeting that felt like laying on clouds. The whole time Dean was either on his back or hands and knees as Cas moved inside of Dean.
Dean's arms wobbled as Cas pulled back only to slam in just as quickly, doing this over and over and he leaned into Dean's back, biting down on Dean's shoulder.
Dean now knew why he loved being a bottom so much. It. Felt. Amazing. Dean wanted it to never end, even if his hands and knees were starting to hurt from staying in the same place too long. Dean's eyes even rolled back into his skull and he made lots of noises as Cas kept hitting all the right spots.
Dean felt full and loved as Cas straighten up, gripped Dean's hips and slammed balls deep into Dean a few more hard times before Dean could feel the pulse of Cas' dick inside of him as he came, wetness filling up Dean that didn't feel as unpleasant as he thought it would and he found he even liked it. Wanted more of it.
He forgot all about the case and instead spent another week in bliss, having sex with Cas every which way in every room and place they could. Dean's favorite so far was when they were in the kitchen about to cook together, but somehow ended up with Cas sitting in one of the wooden chairs and Dean riding on Castiel's dick, their chests pressed close together as they stared intensely into each other's eyes the whole time.
But soon Dean just had to check out the case with the children.
"So…a week?" Cas asked, pouting as he wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders. "Please don't go," he begged as he kissed Dean deeply.
"Don't worry, I'll be back," Dean promised, giving Cas one last kiss. "I love you."
Cas looked sadder than Dean has ever seen him. "Don't do this," Cas said and by the look in Castiel's eyes, the desperation and betrayal shining in there as Dean placed a duffle bag in the trunk of his Impala, Dean knew that Cas knew what Dean was going to do.
Dean should have known Cas wasn't so blind.
Dean looked away. "I'll be back soon, it's no big deal," Dean gave his fake smile, and pretended he had no idea what Cas was getting so worked up over.
"Dean," Cas gave him a look that said, "Stop with the BS." Cas shook his head, crossing his arms. "I was waiting you know, for you to change your mind. I didn't actually think you'd get as far packing a bag AND loading it up in the car. You've never gotten out the front door!"
Dean realized he must have tried leaving before; only to feel guilty and stay, both Cas and Dean pretending they didn't know that the other knew what was going on. Until now, when Cas realized Dean was actually going through with it.
"You made me a promise!" Cas practically snarled. "No more hunting."
"I need to do this!" Dean burst out, feeling like a cornered animal. "I have too! It's in my blood Cas! I can't just stop!" Dean stormed his way around to the other side of the car. "Just this one time Cas, I'm sorry," Dean jumped into the car, turning the key and starting up his baby.
The sad look on Castiel's face as Dean drove off, looking back in the mirror, would forever haunt Dean's dreams.
It would also be the last thing Dean remembered before waking up in a hospital bed.
Sorry for any mistakes made in this story, I didn't proof-read.
