Hello, my faithful readers ^-^
This chapter tends to get a little detailed ;) Just a warning!
Chapter Ten
Dean kept a straight face all through the ride to Jo's apartment. He didn't even reach to turn the radio on, which rarely aver happens.
His mind was just in a completely different place.
The Impala pulled up to the curb, across the street from the apartments. Dean half-hoped that when he looked up in Jo's apartment window, there wouldn't be a light on. That way he would have an excuse to just turn around and go home.
He felt sick, sitting the Impala, willing himself to do what Sam told him to.
Dean finally found his strength, and after taking a swig of the whiskey out of the flask he always kept in the car, also passed down from John, opened the creaky door and stepped out onto the damp asphalt.
The cool air felt good on Dean's face, and the nausea started to disappear. With each step, he was regaining his confidence, and by the time he was outside Jo's door, he was ready for her embrace.
Dean knocked on the large cherry wood door a few times. There was a moment of silence, then he heard the shuffling, coming from the back room into the entrance.
She opened the door, wearing only a shirt and underwear, hair in a mess.
Jo's eyes widened when she saw Dean, and he saw something flashed through her eyes, but it was gone before he could identify it.
She managed to compose herself for the most part, but it was obvious there was still something on her mind. She looked down at herself, realizing that this wasn't the proper way to open the door.
"Oh, um… sorry, I was sleeping."
Dean was skeptical, but waved it off.
"At 7 p.m.? Look whatever," Dean pushed inside, though Jo was a little hesitant about letting him in. "we need to talk."
Jo looked to the floor, then her eyes flicked to the back room, before returning their gaze to the floor.
"Yeah… De-"
Jo tried, but Dean cut her off, wanting to vent to her.
"You know I had dinner with Castiel tonight? Well… I'm not sure what exactly it is I'm feeling but… I don't know. Sammy said I should talk to you, so… here I am."
Dean looked down at his feet, feeling somewhat embarrassed that he was venting to his fiancé instead of drinking his problems away like a real man would.
After a few seconds, Den noticed he wasn't getting a reply. When he looked up, Jo was beginning to cry. Dean's eyebrows knit in confusion as he lifted her chin.
"Hey, it's okay… it's not that big of a deal, really, I just-"
He was cut off by the sound of banging coming from the back room. Dean looked into Jo's eyes, and the thing he saw in her eyes earlier came back.
It was guilt.
Dean started to make his way into the hall that lead to her bedroom, anger and worry bubbling inside him. Just as he was about to walk into the room, a figure stepped into the doorway, wearing only a sheet wrapped around his midsection.
"DEAN! What are you doing here, man?"
But the way he said it, it wasn't in surprise, it was like HE was supposed to be there, and Dean wasn't.
Typical Ash.
Tears welled up into Dean's eyes as he turned back around to face Jo.
"You… you've been cheating on me?"
Dean said softly. Jo just kept her eyes to the floor.
"How long?"
He asked, not sure why that was the only thing he wanted to know, he just did.
"Since right after the engagement."
Jo said, so softly you could barely hear.
"I… can't believe you would this to me… You little whore!"
Dean felt his anger rising, and knew it was only a matter of time before his temper would get the best of him.
"Hey man, there's no need for name calling here."
He heard Ash say from behind him. Dean was glad he hadn't controlled his anger yet, this way he could take it out on Ash.
He turned around in one smooth motion, and pinned Ash up against the wall by his neck. Dean was shaking with anger as he tried to find the right words to say to Ash… but he couldn't think of anything.
Instead, Dean dropped Ash back to the floor and bolted out of the door. He sprinted all the way back to the car, slamming the door shut.
He sat in silence, trying to figure what to do. He violently banged on the steering wheel to release his anger.
The Impala was quickly hurling down the road, toward the only motel in town; where Castiel had to be staying. He got the room number from the front desk, and was soon running towards the room, needing to be needed. By someone. By anyone.
He banged on the door with great force, eyes starting to blur with tears. He blinked them away, wanting to seem composed.
Castiel opened the door to find Dean standing there, knee's weak, and face pale. He didn't even say anything to Dean, just took him in his arms and led him to the bed to sit down.
After sitting Dean down, Castiel quickly fetched a bottle of water from the mini fridge in the corner of the room.
Castiel handed Dean the bottle and sat down on the squeaky mattress next to him.
"Dean…"
Castiel began, trying to get him to spill.
"Jo, she… she's been cheating…"
He could barley get the last word out. He felt his world was crashing around him. Castiel lifted Dean's chin, so he could look into his eyes, similar to what Dean had just done to Jo.
When Dean saw the blue sparkle in Castiel's eyes, he immediately began to feel better.
Dean lurched forward, latching onto Castiel's soft lips, longing for just a touch. Castiel was caught off guard at first, but very quickly began to kiss back.
It was slow, desperate, at first, but it got passionate quick. They both fell onto the bed, Dean falling on top of Castiel, fixing his leg to be positioned in between Castiel's.
Dean drug his knee up, creating friction in Castiel's groin, making him moan quietly. Hearing that made Dean's cock begin to come to life.
Castiel reached down and began to palm the slowly hardening cock under Dean's tight jeans. Dean started to moan, loving the must needed attention he was getting from someone he loved.
By now, Castiel had flipped Dean over, so the he could position himself on top. He began to fumble around with Dean's belt, just wanting his pants off, to be closer to him.
Dean noticed the intentions and helped him, taking Castiel's off as well. Somewhere in between getting each other's shirts off of each other. The only thing in between them now was the thin layer of cotton boxers.
Castiel separated himself from Dean and gave him a seductive smile, beginning his descent on Dean.
Dean closed his eyes, suddenly feeling Castiel's damp mouth on his throbbing cock through the boxer's.
"More…"
Dean moaned, but he had a feeling Castiel had his own intentions that he planned to stick to. It was hard for Castiel to keep from going straight at it, trying to keep things slow.
But he couldn't handle it anymore. He slowly pulled the waistband down over the large cock, making Dean moan once more.
Castiel lapped the pre-come off of the tip of Dean's leaking cock, before putting his whole mouth around it, and gently sucking.
Dean couldn't help but think of how good Castiel was at making him feel important. It felt so good to have someone touch him like that, to make him feel like he meant something.
Dean felt himself start to come undone. Soon, Castiel was pulling Dean out of his mouth, licking the remains of Dean off of his lips.
Castiel wanted it too, but he knew Dean had gone through a tough time that day, and decided it was enough for the night. Dean tried to protest, saying he owed him, but Castiel wouldn't allow it.
Castiel insisted they crawl under the covers together and watch MTV till they both fell asleep, with smiles on both of their faces, tucked in with the one they loved. Dean couldn't protest.
~.~.~.~
Dean woke up the next morning, flinching at the bright sun shining in through the window. He panicked a little, not remembering where he was, but was pleasantly surprised when he looked down to see Castiel, still sleeping peacefully under his arm.
Dean smiled, happy with himself. Then he started to recall the night before, and all that had happened. He'd only come to Castiel for comfort, and he got it, but he felt that he disrespected Castiel.
He couldn't stay there any longer.
He slowly pulled his arm away, careful not to wake Castiel. Dean slipped out of bed as quietly as he could, throwing on his clothes that had been strewn across the floor.
He almost felt bad for leaving Castiel like this, but knew he had to get the hell outta Dodge, and forget about the whole thing.
Dean opened the door, taking one last look at what was before him, at what he was leaving behind. With a sigh, he shut the motel door, got in the car, and drove away.
First time writing something so intimate, so my apologies if it wasn't the best! I don't tend to like it when authors drag out the sex scenes, so i tried to keep it brief.
Thanks so much for reading!