It was Saturday night. Saturday night, and Dean had a hot date.
Castiel, Cas as Dean has been calling him, had agreed to meet him for food and drinks at a bar downtown. It wasn't the nicest place but Cas had declined his offer for a restaurant date. Something Dean didn't deal with very often.
Cas explained how he wasn't much of a formal, traditional kind of guy and that the bar might be a little easier on both of them. That it was less stressful and easier to order a few rounds of liquid encouragement for both of them without judgment. From the way he had vaguely explained, Dean sensed that there was something else the other man wasn't telling him but Dean didn't pry.
Instead, he jumped on the offer, letting Cas know that he was prepared to give someone a 'firm talking to' if anyone else but Dean hit on him. Cas found this funny, apologizing soon after because he wasn't used to guys getting protective over him.
They talked on the phone for a while after that, Dean making sure to act especially protective, the thought of no man wanting to protect Cas was an astonishment to him. Cas mentioned that Dean was certainly NOT the first guy Cas has gone out with. In fact, Cas had always been attracted to men and he was far from ashamed of it, mingling with all kinds of guys since he was 16. This made Dean a little self conscious. From the way Cas talked about it, it was no big deal, he had always been sure of who he was. Dean was envious. He had just come out as bisexual 3 or 4 years ago and it hadn't been the easiest thing.
Cas was experienced and confident. It was borderline intimidating to think about but Castiel had proven nothing but genuine and kind so Dean easily swept his insecurities under the rug.
When they met up on Saturday it was a little awkward at first, the pair getting a booth towards the back of the bar. They shared an order of loaded nachos and had a couple of beers, the conversation becoming easier as the night progressed.
It was even easier when Cas suggested shots, ordering a few rounds, "I'll admit it, this is easier than I thought it would be."
The pair threw back their first round, bourbon for Dean, tequila fro Cas, "What it? Shots?"
Cas chuckled, "No. No, shots are easy, people are tough. But, it's easy going out with you."
Dean smirked, "Are we?"
Cas threw back his second shot, "Are we, what?"
Dean took his, "going out?"
Cas paused, looking like a deer in headlights. Dean laughed it off, continuing, "I mean, i totally get it if you don't want to jump like that, I mean we just met."
Cas cleared his throat, "No, no it's not like I don't want to, I mean, hell you're a pretty great guy Dean, it's just-"
"Already got a boyfriend?" Dean joked.
"No, it's just- I'm not really good at this part, the "item" thing. I haven't actually dated someone in a long time and I don't want to ruin it because I'm out of practice."
Dean internally sighed in relief, "I get that. I haven't dated a lot of guys either. Sometimes, I'm not really sure what to do or how it's supposed to work."
"But you were the one who asked me out."
"Well, yeah- I mean, I couldn't really pas you up. Particularly when I hit on you in a busy store and you didn't punch me in the face or get offended because you were taken or something."
Cas paused with his third shot in front of his lips, smiling before the shimmering liquid, "Is that what you call hitting on someone?"
The mood shifted and Dean was thankful for that, he laughed, "Yes, that was me hitting on you. And the fact that we are sitting here together having drinks right now is proof that it worked!"
Cas took his shot, "Oh, I never said it didn't, it was cute, really."
Dean let his mouth fall open in an empty rebuttal, a chuckle leaving him instead, "Cute?"
Cas smiled, "Cute."
Dean downed his next shot, "I am not cute."
Cas cocked his head, a small shrug accompanying his words, "you are. But your also pretty hot too."
Dean nearly knocked his last drink over, deciding to save it for a little while, he didn't know what to say.
Cas just smiled at him, throwing his last shot back with confidence. Dean loved a man who could hold his drinks.
He waved down a waitress and ordered a couple more beers and six more shots. A little wide eyed, Dean chuckled, "trying to booze me up? Take advantage of me?"
Cas leaned an elbow on the table, resting his head in his hand as the other hand fiddled with the liner of their empty nacho tray, "Would I need to? While we're sober enough now, can I ask, would you really mind so much?"
Holly hell was this guy straight forward, Dean smiled, taking his last drink of bourbon, "No, no I wouldn't."
It may be the whisky talking, but Dean was finding that Castiel was very easy to talk to. Cas' tongue darted out to lick his lips and for a moment, Dean felt a strong wave of déjà vu. He tilted his head slightly, really looking at the other man. There it was again, that overwhelming feeling that he had seen Cas somewhere before. The few times they had talked on the phone, Dean had never brought it up, but than again, the raven haired man had not mentioned anything that jogged his memory either.
He was starring again, and this time Cas' free hand left the nacho tray liner and crept out to brush his fingers over Deans' on the table.
The waitress came back with their drinks, collected
the old ones and left, Cas' hand never leaving his.
They left the shots for later, opting to kindle their beers for a while and avoid getting too drunk too fast.
Cas twiddled their fingers, running his fingertips over Deans' palms and up each digit, feeling the pads formed there. "So, tell me about yourself."
Dean tried very hard to focus on his words and not the feeling of Cas' fingers sending fire up his arm, "Uh, well, what do you want to know? I'm not that exciting."
The corner of Cas' lips curved upward, "I have a hard time believing that. What do you do for a living?"
Dean let out a long breath, "Well, I work on cars. At a shop over on Verdugo."
"Impressive. Cars are difficult."
"Nah, cars are easy. People are difficult." Dean took a swig of beer, "A family friend owns the place. I started working there in high school and after I graduated, I just never left. It was the only thing that made sense to me. It's like figuring out a puzzle and once you've got the big picture put together, it's so gratifying."
"Well, some people would argue that people are just puzzles too."
"Yeah. That's true, but working on cars is like a 100 piece puzzle. People are like... A 10,000 piece puzzle, and even when you figure a person out, once you get all the pieces in place... You don't always like what you see."
Cas was silent, blue eyes gazing through him, seeing something deep and personal inside of Dean as he nodded, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Cas broke the prolonged eye contact, looking down for a split second, when his eyes came back up they were not nearly as invasive, "I guess that's why most people don't want to put the puzzle together."
Dean huffed with a grin, giving Cas' fingers a squeeze and deciding now would be a good time to change the subject, "What about you? What do you do?"
"Not a lot of anything," Cas stated with another shrug, "I think I mentioned before that I'm currently taking a leave from school. In the mean time, I'm... self employed."
"Why the big break?"
Cas took a moment, obviously searching for the right words to explain, "I just- needed some time? I just want to make sure that I'm choosing the right path. That I'm not wasting my time and money on a degree that will dictate my career for the rest of my life."
Dean smiled, "That's smart, most people would just keep going with the flow. End up hating their life down the road because they hate their job usually."
There was a moment, one where Dean thought he might have said the wrong thing, where Cas looked like he was trying to hide a sad smile, one laced with a thousand stories. Dean almost asked him what was wrong before the moment passed and Cas shook it off, replaced by a genuine smile this time. He unwound their hands, and if Dean where being honest, he was disappointed. But he took hold of two of their waiting shots, sliding the bourbon towards Dean.
He accepted the drink, And Cas held up his own, "To figuring out the bigger picture."
Dean couldn't take his eyes off Cas. It hit him, that what he had just seen was a crack into the real Castiel. Cas had always seemed happy, excited to take life by the horns and, himself, every form of confident. For a moment, however, Cas had let on that there was a lot that he wasn't telling Dean. There was a long winding story with ups and downs. That he wasn't perfect and that his confidence wasn't always unwavering. That he was a real person with scars and secrets. Dean couldn't take his eyes off of him.
And that's why he raised his glass as well, clinking it to the others' and repeating, "to figuring out the bigger picture."
He hit the unfamiliar wall hard, Castiel pressing up against him forcefully, holding Dean in place. The taste of alcohol was thick between their lips, punctuating each sloppy kiss.
As soon as the front door to Cas' apartment had shut, the pair had their hands all over one another. The room was dark, barely visible, but that didn't matter the moment Cas had pulled him close.
Dean fumbled with the others' belt, groping at Cas' growing interest through the fabric of his pants. Cas ran his slightly cold fingers up his shirt, quickly pulling the other from the wall and ripping his shirt up over his head.
Dean squeezed at the others' ass and shoulder, trying to keep him as close as possible. Cas shed his own shirt before he grabbed Dean by his front belt loops, asking for his trust as he pulled him back into the darkness. They never broke their onslaught of kissing, only changing angles every few.
Dean gave his trust to the other man, allowing him to lead him to what Dean would guess was his bedroom. They kicked their shoes off down the hall and struggled to get their socks off. Dean nearly fell, losing his balance and the pair laughed as Cas caught him helped him back up, swallowing the laughter with another kiss. At this point, Dean was sober enough to know that he was acting stupid, and drunk enough to not care.
Cas wrapped his arms around Deans neck, tangling his fingers in his hair and leading the way.
The room was even darker than the rest of the place, a pitch void that Dean was eager to jump into. The night had gone pretty awesome so far and Dean knew it was about to get a lot better.
He let Cas guide him into the room, eagerly pulling the other mans' pants down. The door clicked shut behind them and Dean shoved Cas up against it, hoisting up one of his thighs to pull his foot out of his pants. He let the leg back down and Cas quickly kicked his pants off.
Viciously, Cas pushed back, forcing him to stumble back until the back of his legs hit what must have been the foot of Cas' bed, their lips never leaving one another. Cas fell down on top of him and holly shit he was so hard. The plush comforter broke their fall and they only bounced slightly on what Dean would guess to be a queen or king sized bed, given all of the room he felt on either side of them.
Cas raked his nails down Dean's chest, causing him to moan.
Releasing his lips for a gasp of air, Cas moved over Dean's jaw, mouthing at the stubble there as he worked on unbuttoning his jeans. Dean tangled a hand in the other mans hair, his free hand roaming over every bit of pale, smooth skin he could reach.
Yanking Deans jeans down, Cas had to sit up to pull them off completely. Once free, Cas straddled his hips and ground down so that their hardened members rutted against one another through the fabric of their boxers. They both groaned, as Cas came back down on him, licking and nipping at his ear and neck.
Dean's head was spinning. They had done a lot of shots and opted to share a taxi back to Cas's place. He was swirling in a pool of pleasure and heat, already knowing that he had broken a sweat.
Dean gripped onto Cas' hips, grinding up into him one more time before he flipped them over. He didn't have the mental capacity to enjoy the touching and feeling around all of the alcohol that was in his system. His partner let out a surprised yelp but gladly wrapped his arms around Dean when he was settled on his back. Cas pushed himself up, ushering Dean to follow him up the bed. Once there, Cas dived for the bedside table, pulling the drawer open and and waddling around inside.
Dean sucked at the others' neck, sure, even in the dark, that he was leaving little marks. The next second, a bottle of lube and a condom where being forced into his hands and he accepted them greedily.
Dean was going crazy, he was desperately horny, the booze eliminating his patience. He all but ripped the boxers from Cas' body, throwing them aside before he dipped down to take the end of Cas' hard cock into his mouth. He couldn't see in the dark, but the length and size felt a bit bigger than average and Dean tried to take as much as he could wile he deposited a generous amount of lube over his fingers.
Cas was letting out a chorus of delectable sounds, encouraging Dean on. Dean circled a lubed finger around Cas' entrance and without warning, plunged in. He simultaneously hollowed out his cheeks, sucking hard and pulling a load moan from his partner.
He fingered Cas hard, bobbing his head up and down, before adding a second finger, scissoring him quickly. Cas' body was very pliant, opening for him fairly easily. Cas demanded that he put in a third and Dean trusted that he knew the limits of his body and did as he was told.
He popped off of Cas' cock, licking his lips as he went, he leaned up on one elbow to try and see Cas through the dark as he rapidly stretched the other open. Cas' hole opened up for him easily, accepting the three fingers and it wasn't long before Cas shamelessly begged him to fuck him.
Removing his fingers, Dean fumbled to get out of his own boxers as quickly as possible. He sat up on his knees, running a hand over his leaking cock as he surveyed the dimly lit silhouette of the blue eyed man. From what he could see, he was gripping the sheets above his head with both hands, chest rising and falling quickly with anticipation.
Cas threatened to kick his ass if he didn't fuck him into the mattress right now and well, Dean couldn't really argue that.
He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth and quickly rolled it over his dick, throwing the wrapper aside. He stroked himself a few more times before he pushed Cas' legs open, hoisting one of his legs up and lining up with his entrance.
He nudged the head of his dick in and when Cas let out a little whine, he stopped. The man nudged him with his ankle to let him know he was okay and that was all that Dean needed. He shoved his length in steadily until he bottomed out, balls deep.
He breathed for only a moment, Cas wrapping his legs around Dean's waist and hooking his ankles together, moaning for him to move.
Dean pulled out and pushed pack in and when Cas let out a long breath of relief, Dean slammed in hard. Cas let out a gasp and Dean couldn't help but smile wickedly to the darkness of the room.
He set a punishing pace, the alcohol and Cas' voice pushing him to go has hard and fast as he could.
Dean bent down, forcing his tongue into Cas' mouth for a filthy kiss. Cas gasped and moaned into him, begging for him to go harder. He took a hold of Cas' bouncing cock and began jacking him off with the same time as his thrusts.
In a haze Dean was suddenly hyper aware of everything around him, the blood in his ears, the sound of the headboard pounding into the wall, the wringing sound of skin slapping skin, Castiel moaning and writhing beneath him.
Dean released his lips and buried his face in the crook of Cas' neck, the other man's nails digging deep into the skin of his back as he felt the telltale signs of coiling heat in the pit of his stomach as he neared his end.
Cas' voice grew louder, edging Dean on, and without warning, he suddenly seized up, clenching around Dean's member and came all over his chest and Deans fist. Dean pounded into the even tighter heat almost a dozen more times before everything inside of him coiled up, his release causing him to twitch and thresh over the body beneath him.
He came hard with a shout, the limp body beneath him accepting it eagerly. Cas wrapped his arms and legs around him tightly as he came, breathing heavily into Cas' ear.
He vaguely remembers rolling off Cas, heaving for air. Everything felt slick and sticky. He remembers Cas laughing in contentment. He remembers watching Cas retreat to the bathroom while he rolled the condom off of his limp member and tying it off. He remembers Cas patting him back from the edge of unconsciousness so he could use the bathroom and discard the used latex. And he recalls coming back to Cas' bed, flopping down beside him and pulling the other mans' back into his chest. The rest, however, is a blur.