I used him, he used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
And it was summertime
"Why the hell can't you guys make it to a bed?" Charlie asked in a hushed whisper as they browsed books in the library. "I mean, it's been what? Two months?" She looked at a book and nodded as she pulled it from the shelf. "Yeah, he's been fucking your brains out for nearly two months and you actually haven't made it to a bed?" This was a common discussion with Castiel and Charlie. Charlie, even though she would never in her life get it on with a man, had a weird fascination with a man being with a man. Castiel, however, had no interest in learning what her and Gilda did behind closed doors.
"He gets impatient," Castiel mumbled and Charlie barked a laugh before immediately cutting it off, remembering that they were in a library. Castiel smirked and rolled his eyes. "He does. Sometimes we're in the car and he doesn't want to take the time to actually go to my apartment to fuck. We just do it where we have enough room, and I'm usually too distracted to really argue with him."
"Is he really that great?" Charlie asked and Castiel scoffed.
"Yes," he stated. "He's fucking amazing."
"Cas," Dean breathed as he slipped his hand around Castiel's waist. The Novak took a sharp inhale of breath and smiled.
"Yes Dean?" He asked in the darkness as Dean continued his movements. They were in the woods once again, and it was truly nothing new. Dean cupped Castiel's cheek and he pressed his lips to him. "Dean." Hands tangled into the short blonde strands, and Castiel rolled his hips against the other.
"Come away with me this weekend," he mumbled against Castiel's neck. That made Castiel's eyes grow wide. He pulled Dean's hair, making him look at Castiel.
"What?" He asked, searching Dean's eyes for a logical explanation.
"My brother and I," he started and slid a hand up Castiel's side. "We always go to this campground every year. Its fun, there's a swimming hole, a little bar, a playground, and a volleyball court." Dean looked at Castiel's lips and pressed them together for a moment.
"You want me to go on a vacation with you?" He asked and Dean nodded.
"Cassie," Charlie said, breaking Castiel's flashback. Castiel looked at her and cocked a brow. "You were like floating off into space."
"Sorry," he said and bit the inside of his mouth. "Dean asked me to go on vacation with him." He looked over at Charlie and had been expecting a punch to his shoulder, instead though the fiery red head just stared at him with wide eyes.
"He did?" She asked and Dean nodded. "Where?"
"I don't know Charlie, it was one of those moments after we fucked and before he dropped me off at my apartment. I didn't really ask details," Castiel mumbled and Charlie nodded. "Should I go? I mean, its some campground and I think we're going to sleep in a camper for the weekend."
"When's he leaving for it?" Charlie asked and Castiel shrugged his shoulders.
"I think this Thursday." This time Charlie did hit him.
"That's tomorrow and you still haven't given him an answer?" She asked and Castiel shook his head.
"Its difficult Charles, I mean," he sighed and shook his head. "I don't know, things are always just weird with us." Did Castiel know that. Dean and him had been messing around for practically the entire summer. It was ridiculous how much they had actually done together. They were fucking, but yet they couldn't go on dates with other people. They claimed not to be in a relationship, but if Dean or Castiel saw the other with another person then they would have green eyes. That was how it was between them. They fucked and they loved each other's company, but not enough to actually take the time to make it to a bed. "Also its the fourth of July Friday, and I don't want things to be weird. We haven't spent a holiday together yet. What if we just can't stand the four days right next to each other? I don't want to stop having sex with him yet."
"Cassie," Charlie deadpanned and she sighed. "Do you want to go away with him for the weekend?" Castiel looked down and he nodded. "Then go, that is the best advice I can give you. If you guys finally split apart whatever it is that you have, then you do. That's life." Castiel bit the inside of his mouth and he nodded.
"You're right, I mean," he smiled and looked at Charlie. "We have an expiration date anyways. I leave for college in the middle of August." The red head frowned.
"I keep forgetting that you don't actually plan on staying."
"I've already got accepted and paid for it," he said with a nod. "I mean, this is what I want to do, no matter how much being with Dean is amazing." Charlie nodded and Castiel knocked his fist delicately against her shoulder. "You'll come visit me at Stanford right?"
"Of course I will," she said with a giggle. They browsed books for a while longer before Castiel inevitabley checked out more books than necessary. Though, he was going away for the weekend.
"I'll go with you," Castiel said as he sat down at the bar. Watching as Dean poured a glass of brandy for someone farther down form the two of them. Dean cocked a brow, and kept a serious face, even though a smile was evading his lips.
"Really?" He asked and Castiel nodded. "Even if I'm the town whore?" The Novak rolled his eyes and fixed his glasses.
"Do you want me to go with you or not? You asked and I said yes," he said and looked Dean up and down.
"No," he said and then he shook his head. "I mean, yes I want you to go. I really do." He slid the glass down the bar and placed his hand on the glossed wood. "But are you sure? This is four days of just you, me, and my brother." Castiel clenched his jaw and he nodded.
"I want to go," he said and Dean smiled.
"Great, we get the bed that is actually the table for breakfast. I figured Sammy should have the smaller bed in the back," Dean said and he grabbed Castiel's glasses.
"Hey!" He said and his eyes immediately squinted as his vision blurred. "Dean give those back!" Castiel reached forward blindly and Dean only chuckled in response.
"You look strange without your glasses," he said and Castiel grumbled as he reached forward again, but only got a handful of Dean's shirt.
"Dammit Dean, give them back." he hissed and stuck his bottom lip out. "Give them back."
"You're so whiny when you can't see." Dean chuckled again before finally placing the glasses in Castiel's hand. Castiel rolled his eyes and slipped his glasses back on.
"Well," he huffed as he clenched his jaw. "How would you feel," he leaned over and licked his lips. "If you weren't allowed to look at the sexiest man in the room." Dean smirked and he leaned a little closer to Castiel.
"Only in the room?" He asked with a raised brow and Castiel rolled his eyes. He leaned away as Dean shifted to pour him his usual drink.
"Yes Dean, believe it or not there are actually people who are better looking than you," Castiel lied with ease and the Winchester rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sure there are," he said and slid the drink across, watching Castiel as he took a sip. "We'll be leaving at around ten tomorrow morning. Is that okay?" Castiel nodded and licked his lips.
"Yeah, I just gotta tell my brother that I'm going away for the weekend." Dean nodded and he walked down the other end of the bar. Castiel, like he always did when he got the chance, immediately started to look at Dean's rear. It was so beautiful, so well sculpted in the tight jeans that surrounded his body. Castiel smirked because it reminded him of a time when they were in Dean's car.
"Dean I'm dead serious," Castiel murmured as he clawed at the other's shirt, they needed to be quick, Gabriel had wanted to go out to dinner for his small pay increase and Castiel promised to be there. "Gabriel wants me at the restaurant at ten." Dean nodded and continued to attack Castiel's neck, hands already pulling down the other's pants. Castiel bit back a moan and moved his hands to grip Dean's hair roughly.
"You'll get there, I promise," he mumbled, leaning away to strip himself of his shirt. The Novak's eyes glazed over at the beautiful sight before him, being mesmerized by the perfect curves of Dean's chest. He pulled Dean close and smashed their lips together. The Winchester moaned against Castiel's lips and rolled his hips down in between his thighs.
"Oh Dean," he mumbled, his hands moving to start working on the other's jeans. Dean grunted and shifted to help Castiel, hands fumbling because his jeans just needed to be on the floor now. The Novak groaned and rolled his head back, hitting it on the arm rest. "Fuck." Dean chuckled and he moved away from Castiel some, pushing his hands away from his jeans.
"I'll get it, you just get ready," he said and Castiel nodded with a smile. He pulled at his jeans, pushing them down and off before tossing them on the floor. Castiel watched Dean as he worked his button, grunting somewhat when it wouldn't come undone. He licked his lips and his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it to hardness as his eyes traveled around Dean's body.
"Having trouble?" He asked with a slight chuckle. Dean rolled his eyes and shifted to lean back against the door, tugging on his pants a little harder. "Just pull them down."
"I can't," he breathed and tugged on the fabric of the tight pants. "They're too tight, I need to unbutton them." Castiel sighed and he stopped his stroking, moving troublingly to pull on Dean's pants.
"Why the hell do you wear tight jeans anyway?" He asked and Dean chuckled.
"The tips!" Dean exclaimed and Castiel chuckled, looking up at the other with a warm smile. "I get really good tips when I wear them." The Novak shook his head and pulled on the fabric harder, trying to release Dean from his entrapment.
"Seriously," he groaned and pulled roughly, causing Dean to smash against him. "I don't have time for this." Dean chuckled and shook his head.
"Then I'll just blow you," he mumbled, pushing Castiel to lay on his back, putting himself in between the other's legs. "Is that okay? You can pay me back after dinner."Castiel frowned but he nodded.
"Yeah, I'll pay you back after dinner," he mumbled and a second later he felt Dean's mouth. Castiel moaned and hands fisted into the other's hair.
"Wait," he said as Dean came back round to where Castiel was. "Are those the same jeans that you couldn't get out of?" Dean looked down at his pants and Castiel shook his head. "Oh jeez, why haven't you gotten rid of those?" He laughed and Dean rolled his eyes.
"The tips," he said and Castiel laughed a little harder. "I'm dead serious, these pants are magical."
"There's no such thing as magic, all magic is just science," Castiel argued and Dean chuckled.
"Fine, then they're scientific pants," he said and Castiel giggled. Dean walked away again, going to different customers, and Castiel was just about to ask to go to the break room before a girl sat down beside him.
"Well Clarence," she said and Castiel immediately recognized her as Meg. The girl from the party that Castiel had flirted with to get Dean jealous. "I never thought I'd see you again."
"And I didn't think you'd call me the wrong name," he said, about to correct her before her slender finger went to rest on his lips.
"Your name is Castiel, but Clarence is cuter," she said and Castiel shifted away from the finger. "So what brings you to the Roadhouse?" The Novak felt his cheeks brighten and he looked down.
"Oh you know, the service is really great," he said as he sipped at his rum and coke. Dean had passed by and Castiel's eyes wandered to his ass again, but Meg didn't seem to notice.
"Yeah, Dean-o here is a pretty good bartender," she said with a small grin. "So where did you go at the party? I thought we were hitting it off." Castiel clenched his jaw and shook his head.
"Meg I'm sorry," he said and she tilted her head to the side. "I'm not, I-," he huffed and finished off his drink. "I'm not interested in girls." Meg's eyes grew wide and her mouth cocked open. Castiel looked down and Dean filled his drink before disappearing again, as if knowing about the situation Castiel was in, and avoiding it.
"Really?" She asked, looking at Dean and noticing his face was slightly red. "Oh my," she looked back at Castiel, shaking her head, small curls bouncing. "Oh my lord you're with Dean?" Castiel nodded and Meg just continued to stare at him dumbfoundedly.
"He's not with me," Dean commented and Castiel turned to glare at him, adjusting his glasses. "We're just sleeping together."
"A lot," Castiel remarked and grabbed his drink. Meg shivered but she shook her head.
"You know, I sort of saw that coming, you were too gorgeous," she said and Castiel blushed.
"I'm not gorgeous," he mumbled and Meg rolled her eyes. She grabbed her drink from the bar and then walked off. Castiel looked over at Dean and he saw the other's expression. "What? I'm not gorgeous." Dean chuckled and he shook his head.
"You're right," he said and Castiel frowned. Dean leaned across the counter, grabbing the bottom of Castiel's chin. "You're undeniably sexy." Castiel scoffed and ripped his chin away from Dean's grasp.
"Oh whatever," he mumbled and took another sip of his drink. "What time do you get off again?"
"I get off in fifteen," Dean said and smirked. "Relax and keep your pants on. You're lucky that Jo likes to cover my shift."
"Oh I consider myself very lucky," Castiel said and he leaned over the counter. "I get to get fucked by you." Dean chuckled and Castiel finished off his drink. "I'll see you in the car." The Winchester modded and Castiel hopped off the bar stool, fixing his shirt before leaving the bar and getting into the Impala with ease.
He shouldn't be this comfortable. He shouldn't think that this is his life because it isn't. In a little more than a month he'll be leaving and he'll be saying goodbye to Dean, Charlie, hell even Sam. Castiel was going to go to college and he wasn't going to look back. This though, what he was doing right now was so amazing, so right. It made Castiel think, what if he just got a job at the library? What if he just decided to move in with Dean and Sam? Get a permanent residence somewhere rather than move about every which way. Castiel shook his head. That wasn't the plan. He was going to college, find everything out, and do something with his life. Be everything his parents said he would never amount to when he came out to them.
Sure, the tender feel of Dean's cracked lips, or the overwhelming touch of his hands was nice, Castiel could see himself just wrapping himself in all that was Dean Winchester, but he couldn't. The other was bound to get tired of him eventually. Dean was a god among humans. He was a perfect man that could get anything he wanted if he just played his cards right. Why he ever chose Castiel as the first man to experiment with was a mystery to Castiel. That was also another thing, Castiel was an experiment. Sure Dean figured out that he liked men as well as women, but how often do scientists continue to play and fiddle with their experiments after they're done? Never. They stop the second a few test runs are done.
Castiel would have gone farther into thought if the driver's side door hadn't swung open. He smiled and looked over to Dean, sliding across the bench seat to lay his hand on the other's thigh. "Well you don't take any time," he said and Castiel rolled his eyes. He would miss that. The voice of angels that was Dean's. Castiel's hand went to rub in between before scaling it up to press his palm against the other man's crotch. "Jesus fuck Cas."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled and leaned over to nip at the other's neck, continuing his movements with his hand. "You're wearing those tight pants again, all I can think about is your wonderful ass." Dean chuckled and shifted to wrap arms around Castiel's waist, bringing him closer.
"And I thought you hated my scientific pants," he mumbled and that caused Castiel to let out a breath of laughter. Dean leaned down to press his kiss to Castiel, his crotch already showing an interest in the other. The Novak pressed back, hands slipping themselves under Dean's shirt and hiking it up. "Really? Right here?" Castiel pushed away from Dean.
"Are you fucking serious?" He asked and Dean raised a brow, even though his hands went to Castiel's pants, unbuttoning them with ease, the complete opposite for when they would have to take of Dean's. "You've blown me in a movie theater, fucked me in a break room." Dean chuckled and nodded, as if he was going into his own little flashback state that Castiel had. "The inside of your car outside of a bar is suddenly too open?" Dean chuckled and shook his head.
"I'd fuck you on the bar if that wasn't frowned upon," Castiel smirked and rolled his eyes.
"Maybe you should close up the bar once and we can do it then." Dean did his famous half smile and he pushed Castiel back against the passenger's side door.
"Maybe I will," he mumbled and pressed his lips to Castiel's, causing the Novak to melt against his lips. "After we actually fuck in a bed." He melted at that. Dean never talked about any future plans, even if it was for fucking. He was always in the moment and Castiel enjoyed that.
"Yes please," he mumbled and Dean tugged down Castiel's pants, hand slipping into his boxers and groping the man's half hard cock. Castiel moaned and moved his hands to fist them into Dean's hair, hips rolling into the touch.
"What do you want Cas?" Dean asked, his voice a purr and right next to Castiel's ear. "Want to be fucked? Right here in the back of my car?" God, Castiel really didn't, but Dean never waited until they got to either of their houses. He nodded though, and pulled the Winchester closer.
"Yes," he panted slightly as Dean's fingers wrapped around Castiel's cock, stroking down a second later. "Yes I want your cock Dean." His eyes fluttered and as Dean pulled away to take his own pants off Castiel kept his eyes closed, relishing in the moment. He panted slightly and moved to strip himself of his shirt. "Should we crawl into the back?" Dean shook his head and Castiel just sat back against the seat again. In a matter of moments Castiel was writhing underneath Dean, moaning and trying his best to contain every inch of himself.
The next morning Castiel was waking up and packing his clothes up. "So this man that you've been with," Gabriel said as he crossed his arms over his chest, smiling softly even though he was trying to be authoritative. "He's just decided to whisk you away for the weekend? How romantic."
Castiel rolled his eyes as he shoved his clothes into a suitcase. "Its not like that," he mumbled and Gabriel scoffed. "It isn't. He invited me, I said yes. That's really it. I wouldn't call spending the weekend in a camper with his brother right across from us romantic."
"It could be, while said brother is sleeping," Gabriel commented and Castiel gagged.
"Can we not talk about what I'm going to be doing this weekend?" Gabriel laughed and stood up slightly.
"Oh come on Cassie," he said and kicked his foot some. "We're both adults here. We've both been around a few places, clucked a few hens."
"I haven't," Castiel remarked and Gabriel laughed.
"Ruffled a few roosters," he said and Castiel smirked. "So I know what you're going to be doing when Sam isn't around. Don't think I haven't seen the mess you've made in the kitchen from your adventures."
"Stop," Castiel said and shook his head.
"What? It's a natural thing Cassie, I just wish that it wasn't-"
"Gabe stop, you're my brother. I really don't want to talk about the messes that I've made."
"Why? Its not like I haven't left with a few messy things." Castiel gagged again and zipped his suitcase up.
"Please, for the sake of my sanity," he said, swinging the bag over his shoulder. "Shut up." Gabriel chuckled as Castiel walked past him.
"Fine," he said and he followed behind Castiel. "When's he going to be here?" Just as luck would have it, the door emanated a wrapping noise, causing Castiel to walk over to it
"That should be him now," he said and grabbed the knob, twisting it and swinging the door open. When his eyes met the beautiful green of Dean's he felt like he was butter.
"Ready to go?" He asked and Castiel nodded.
"I'll see you Sunday night," he said as he turned to gesture toward Gabriel. His brother waved and then Castiel walked out to be standing fully in front of Dean. "Are you ready to go?" He bit the inside of his mouth and Dean nodded.
"Are you?" He asked and Castiel nodded himself. Dean smiled and then walked out with the other, pressing against his shoulder every so often. This weekend was going to great, Castiel could feel it. "How did you sleep?" Castiel looked over at Dean and he adjusted his glasses somewhat.
"I slept well," he said and smiled. "What about you? Did you sleep well?" He was wondering now, were they going to be sharing a bed? He'd never actually shared a bed with a man, just for the actual sleeping part.
"Nah, never sleep well before I have to take a long drive," he said as they reached his car. Dean grabbed the other's bag and hoisted it into the spacious trunk of the car. "I probably won't get any sleep tonight either will I?" Dean raised a brow and then smirked, making Castiel blush slightly.
"Well then I probably won't either," Castiel said, wanting to lean over and peck his lips to Dean's, but refraining to doing such.
"Cas!" Sam said from the back seat of the car, peeking his head out the window. He smiled cheekily and Castiel waved at him.
"Hey Sam, you alright with me coming?" He asked and Sam nodded.
"Why wouldn't I be? I mean you're Dean's boyfriend." Castiel blushed deeply and he watched as Dean's cheeks flushed.
"Sammy he's not," Dean started and Castiel cut him off.
"We're just having fun," he said and even then, it hurt to say the words. He was fine with it though, Castiel had to be fine with it. He couldn't afford to not be fine with it. The Novak was leaving once summer was over and he wasn't going to turn back. That was the plan. "We're not dating or anything, just," he looked over at Dean, seeing his somewhat shocked face. "Having fun." Castiel walked away from the other, slipping into the passenger seat of the car and leaning back in. When Dean slipped into the other side his eyes were on Castiel's for a moment before he looked away. Castiel couldn't get comfortable, he had to keep telling himself that he couldn't get used to this.
It wasn't a romantic weekend, they were just having fun. Sure, they were going to fuck, and it was going to be in a bed for once, but it didn't mean anything. They were just getting off. That was it. Castiel couldn't have a relationship with a man that lived halfway across the country. He was going to attend Stanford, and be a memorable person. "How long do we have till we get there?" Castiel asked after a few minutes of just rock music blaring in through the speakers. The windows were down, the wind was hot, and Castiel just wanted to strip his shirt off.
"About five hours," Dean said as he flipped his blinker on. "Don't worry, it'll go by fast."
Go by fast it did. Castiel was slipping from the car and he was stretching his back after a long and very quiet drive. Dean and him barely talked, and he hadn't the slightest clue why. Every so often while he would be looking out the window he would hear Sam and Dean talking, about small things like the time for lake hours.
"There are no hours Sammy, it's swim at your own risk."
What was going on in the newest Captain America comic.
"I mean, I just didn't think that the Machinesmith was behind it."
Even some past memories that Castiel wanted to dig up, but felt like asking wasn't his place.
"Well if dad were here you know he'd be pissed at what you've been doing lately. Especially after how you decided to leave the house."
Dean tensed up at that remark, and Castiel so desperately wanted to ask, but his lips stayed closed and he kept his eyes out the window. He wanted to know more about Dean, he wanted to know so much more, but he couldn't get too close to Dean. Not when Summer was so close to ending.
"Cas," Dean said as Sammy ran past the Novak. "Man are you always in the clouds?" He smirked and looked around the campsite before pulling Castiel against his body. Dean leaned down and connected their lips, making their bodies sway somewhat. Castiel sighed against Dean's mouth and pressed against him, pushing him against the car. "Want," he mumbled and started to press light kisses to Castiel, shifting down to kiss and nip at his neck "To go swimming?" Castiel pulled away from Dean and sucked a lip into his mouth. He nodded and Dean smiled, pressing a soft kiss before shifting away again.
"That sounds lovely," he said and moved to the trunk to grab his bag. "Its swim at your own risk right?" Castiel looked over at Dean and he watched as the other raised a brow.
"You were actually listening in the car?" He asked and Castiel nodded.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Dean chuckled and then shook his head.
"Because your mind is always in the clouds man. Someday that's going to get you hurt." Castiel rolled his eyes and slung his bag over his shoulder.
"The camper looks like its going to be cramped," he said and walked past Dean, ignoring his statement. So Castiel liked to day dream, there is nothing wrong with that. He was always caught at school because of it. He always liked to just remember everything that happened in his life. He had a gift, he could remember anything if he just locked it away. Castiel liked reliving his memories, because memories are precious and they tell about a part of your life.
"You're at it again aren't you?" Dean asked and Castiel snapped out of it, looking over at the other boy.
"And what if I am?" He asked and Dean chuckled. They both walked into the camper, Castiel tried to pay no attention to it as it rocked a little from the new weight. The Novak sat his bag down on the countertop of the kitchen and looked around the small establishment. "Smaller than I thought." But homey at the same time. Castiel liked how it was a sixties camper. Small, mosaic tiles on the floor. There was a curtain that separated the actual bed from the rest of the camper. Castiel looked over at Dean. "I thought you said that there was a room for Sam?" Curtains could easily be drawn back, Sam could accidentally see them, and that made the brown haired man tense.
"He sleeps like a bear in hibernation," Dean whispered and kissed the top of Castiel's head. "Don't worry he won't hear us." Castiel nodded as he zipped open his suitcase. Sam walked past the both of them with a book in his hand. "You're going to read? We're on vacation." Sam looked over at his brother and rolled his eyes.
"I have summer reading to do that I have neglected for the entirety of the summer," he said before stepping out of the camper, Castiel getting a little frightened at the way it rocked. "See you tonight!" Sam waved them off and headed over to a little area with a large tree and lots of shade. Castiel turned to Dean and looked around the camper.
"I know its old, it really cramped, and it doesn't really offer much, but," Dean started until Castiel leaned forward and connected their lips, pressing him to the countertop. The sandy blonde haired man smiled against Castiel's lips and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Its perfect," he said and smiled up at Dean. "Absolutely perfect. Although," he slightly jumped and moved the camper around, feeling it shake underneath him. "I think we're going to have to go a lot slower tonight. Don't want to break the camper." Castiel chuckled and Dean smirked.
"Alright," he mumbled and kissed the top of Castiel's head. Dean moved away and stripped off his shirt. Castiel's eyes glazed over as he watched Dean, instantly becoming entranced by the other's body. The older Winchester noticed and he looked over at Castiel. "Getting a good look Cas?" Castiel blushed deeply and looked away, searching for his swim trunks. He found them, the deep blue short trunks and then started to strip the clothing off himself. This time it was Dean's turn to stare.
Castiel dressed silently, not looking as Dean continued to gaze upon the other. He wasn't ashamed of his body, he worked hard for it. He had spent so many early mornings jogging, and tiring nights when he had to carry tires from one side of the tire shop to the next. He had muscle, and he was very happy that Dean was taking such an interest in it. When he was finished he turned to the other and leaned over to kiss him. "Ready?"
Dean nodded and he grabbed for Castiel's hand. As they walked out Castiel went to remove his hand, not in the mood for any ridicule or such. He was surprised that Dean only held his hand tighter. The Novak looked over at the other with a raised brow. "No one is here Cas, no one is going to give a flying fuck if I hold your hand." Castiel chuckled and shook his head, withdrawing his hand anyway.
"We're just messing around remember Dean? We shouldn't hold hands," he said and he walked a little farther from Dean, trying not to look at the other. He knew what Dean's face would look like. It would be hurt, because even Castiel knew that there was something between them, something that was a whole lot more than messing around. Castiel cared for Dean, and they didn't even know each other that well.
"Race you," he heard Dean say from behind him and suddenly the older Winchester was in front of him, darting and legs moving quickly. Castiel broke into a sprint, flying past Dean, finally all his jogging had paid off. He heard Dean yelling at him for something but he couldn't hear him, he just ran and when he got to the lake he ran in and just fell to the water.
Lake water, Castiel loved lake water. He loved how cool it was, except for the start of the water because it was warm from the sun. He reached the top of the water and took in a big breath, seeing Dean at the edge, staring at him. "What?" He asked cheekily and Dean just stared.
"You're really fucking fast," he said as he walked into the water, making Castiel roll his eyes.
"I was on the track team Dean," he chuckled and Dean reached for Castiel, making them crash into the water. Castiel held his breath and then he felt Dean's lips. Hands wrapped around Castiel and pulled him close to the other. When they broke the surface Castiel took a deep breath.
"Nice to know that I'm fucking a jock," he mumbled and nuzzled his face into the crook of Castiel's neck, making the other quiver. Castiel tangled his fingers into Dean's hair, laughing softly.
"How did you think I got this body?" He asked. "I asked God really nicely?" The Novak felt Dean laugh against his skin and then he felt the hand retreating into his swim trunks. Castiel cocked a brow and pulled Dean away. "Little bit horny Dean? We just got here."
"And what if I am Cas?" Dean asked and nipped at Castiel's lips, making the other moan. He pressed against him and tugged at Dean's trunks, pulling them down. "See, you are too."
"Shut up." Castiel could feel Dean smiling cheekily before his hands wrapped around his cock.