TRIGGER WARNING: Talking about Dean's abusive childhood. So yeah.
Also, one more chapter after this; it's drawing to a close. I made a graphic for it. Tonight I'll be posting a picture I drew of maleficent!Dean on my tumblr account, as that's the next story I'll be doing.
Cas's things had just been all, officially, moved to Dean's room. They had made plans to sell some of the things that they wouldn't need two of, (Dean's brown couch was replaced with Cas's much more comfortable blue one, Cas decided to start sharing a bed with Dean) and all of the things that weren't required were in Cas's room until the end of the month.
Dean patted Cas's head, pulled him close and gave him a small peck. "Are you ready to go?" He mumbled against his lips.
"I'd be ready if you weren't so busy distracting me." Cas snapped back playfully, pushing Dean away. He turned and glared warily at his half-full suit case, grabbing some of his clothes randomly and throwing them in. He stopped and made sure he had socks and underwear before zipping up the suit case and figuring he probably had everything else.
He turned towards Dean, who snickered. "Now, I'm ready."
"Okay, if you say so. But we're so not getting halfway there and finding out you forgot enough shirts or something. You're gonna have to deal." He warned. Cas rolled his eyes and picked up his suit case, pushing past Dean to walk briskly down the hall and to the elevator. "Wait up!"
Dean had to grab his suitcase and practically run to catch up with Cas in time. He slipped into the elevator just as the doors began to close, his suitcase getting stuck behind him. Since these doors were old as hell and Chuck is a pretty crappy maintenance guy, instead of reopening, they just stayed still. Dean had to give a mighty pull to get it to come out of the doors. Once it finally did, he found it a little hard to keep his balance.
And by that, I mean he tripped over his own two feet like the suave motherfucker he is and would have landed straight on his ass if Cas hadn't been quick enough to catch him.
Cas's hands flew out from where he stood and wrapped around Dean, pulling him close. Dean had closed his eyes, bracing himself for impact, but they opened once he realized that his ass had yet to hit the floor. He looked up into Cas's crystal blue eyes and found himself absolutely dumbfounded. His hands uselessly dangled as he tried to make sense of the situation, Cas's arms still awkwardly wrapped around him and his body suspended in midair. He looked down at the ground and back up at Cas again as the pieces finally started to click together.
A small 'ding' was heard as the elevator opened. Both of them turned, slightly startled, (and undoubtably wide-eyed) towards the door. Chuck was standing there, his toolbox clutched tightly in hand. He looked them over.
Cas dropped Dean then, letting his body slip to the floor. He looked like a little kid who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Dean's ass hit the ground hard and he let out a breath of air, barely managing not to fall the rest of the way onto his back. His eyes never left Chuck's, waiting for some kind of a reaction. Finally, after a good ten seconds of tense staring, he got sick of it and muttered out a gruff, "Hey."
Chuck started laughing. He laughed so hard he was clutching his sides, leaning up against the elevator, practically wiping tears from his eyes. Dean eventually got sick of it and stood up, grabbing his suitcase and pushing past the man, (still clutching his stomach, doubled over in laughter) and walked moodily through the lobby, waving the old woman behind the counter goodbye.
As soon as he was outside, he heard the door open again. Cas fell into step beside him. "You have to admit that it was kind of funny."
Dean smiled just a little, the corners of his mouth pulling up. Yeah, he knew it had to have been.
Dean just started driving. Cas said he didn't honestly have any preferences as to where to go, so Dean decided that he would pick the place. Dean not even realizing where he wanted to go until he was already halfway there.
They pulled over in Ohio for the nigh- The entire day, Dean had taken it upon himself to make sure Cas had officially heard every song the Black Eyed Peas had ever played- and Cas was absolutely exhausted. The ride had been peaceful and nice, it was still hard on somebody who didn't usually travel to take such a long journey all in a day. Dean knew they still had seven hours of driving to do tomorrow, and mentally planned out a route that would take them to the best places in between.
The motel was checked into, one Dean remembered to have soft beds and a fairly small amount of questionable stains on the wall. They walked in and both of them groaned, throwing their suitcases onto the floor and collapsing into bed, fully clothed. It was almost instant when they fell asleep.
Dean woke up first in the morning, noticing that he and Cas had somehow drifted closer in the night. He shifted his weight, eyes opening wide as he felt something pressing against the small of his back. He scooted away, turning back to confirm his suspicions.
Cas mumbled in his sleep, an erection straining against his jeans. Dean smiled as a plan came to him, and he slowly got out of bed, as not to frighten Cas. He began to strip himself of his clothing, jacket then flannel then shirt then undershirt, (don't ask me how he wears so many fucking layers) before he was finally down to skin. He then made quick work of his pants, slipping them off and leaving him only in his underwear. He slowly began to crawl back onto the bed, not caring this time whether or not Cas woke up.
He finally reached his goal and put a firm hand on Cas's erection, causing his partner to stir. Cas mumbled something again and shifted, giving Dean easier access. Dean unbuttoned his pants and slipped them carefully and slowly down his hips, until at last his member sprang free. Cas seemed to shiver at the sudden cold, but other than that had no reaction to what was happening.
Dean leaned forward and slowly wrapped his mouth around the head of Cas's cock, running his tongue along the slit. Cas took a quick intake of breath and Dean repeated the tongue motion, rewarded with a breathy moan of his own name. A small burst of pride went through him at the thought, Cas is literally dreaming about me, he could dream about anybody else in the world but me, I'm not worth this.
He means so much to me.
Cas woke then, slowly and grogily, head lolling down to see what had happened. He slowly put together the puzzle pieces before simply giving a shallow thrust, begging Dean to take him deeper. Dean slowly did as was asked, sinking down as far as he could, relaxing his throat. What he couldn't get in, he began to lightly stroke with his hand, keeping Cas warm and satisfied. Cas let out another small, breathy moan, hands moving from his sides to run through Dean's hair.
Dean leaned into the gentle touch, always loving the affection. His eyes closed and he let out a pleased hum. A small thump was heard as Cas's head fell back and hit the wall.
"Well, good morning to you, too." He said gruffly. Dean let out another soft hum, slowly beginning to bob his head up and down. Cas let out another small sound of gratitude, his muscles tensing. He was too tired and it was too early to try and hold out for very long, especially when he had already been hard for half the night.
Dean continued to bob his head, licking up the veins and humming whenever the tip hit his throat. It wasn't long until Cas was cumming down his throat, letting out a groan as he did. As soon as Dean was finished, certain he had swallowed every drop given to him, he crawled back up the bed. He fell beside Cas, body sinking into the covers. Cas put an arm around him.
"Were you having good dreams?" He mumbled, nuzzling into Cas's neck. "Sorry to interrupt."
"Believe me, I'm glad that you did."
They ate breakfast at a small, hole in the wall place about five miles down the road. It was small and cramped but had amazing food and good service. Shortly after that, they were on the road again.
The drive seemed to go a little faster this time, as if the feeling of tires on road yesterday had somehow made the feeling a little less demanding today. As they got further and further south, the weather got warmer and warmer, to the point where by the end of it, Dean had shed his jacket. Thank god, now he was only wearing three layers.
He pulled over at a Krystals for lunch, because they actually know what fucking mustard is and he was ashamed that they didn't have any up north, and he made a quick stop at a candle emporium, because he knew Cas would like it and it was a fun place to visit. They walked back to the cary carrying a bag with four large "Spiced Honey" candles.
Of course, Cas didn't notice until later that there was actually a fifth candle in the bag. They'd had to stay an extra ten minutes (and fuck if it wasn't annoying as hell to try and actually keep Cas occupied for that much longer when he was determined to leave) but before they went, Dean grabbed a custom candle. It said simply, "Dean&Cas" and smelled of mint, spiced honey, leather and whiskey.
Cas had lit it that night while he slowly and deliberately placed sloppy, wet kisses along every inch of Dean's body.
But, of course, that wasn't the only thing they did that day. No, Dean drove Cas up to Cade's Cove, a large creek that was virtually filled with tourists this time of year.
They jumped across rocks and listened to the bable of children as they tried to find their way across the stream. The water made a beautiful sound as it cascaded through the hills, reminding Dean of early summer mornings and late summer nights.
As he looked over at Cas, he couldn't help but think that his Summer Nights next year were going to be significantly more interesting.
The last day before they had to start heading home, they drove through the mountains.
The lightest dusting of snow covered the green glaze, making everything seem frosted and surreal. Dean looked around at the trees, crooked and missing their leaves, and he rolled down his window to smell the crisp winter air. He let out a long breath, letting it flow through his hair. If it bothered Cas, he didn't complain.
It wasn't too long before they were in Cherokee territory, North Carolina.
There was a small bookstore here, that Dean remembered well. He had been young, around the age of eleven or twelve. His little brother had gone crazy for all of the books on Mythology and local history and the Cherokee ways. Their dad had left for about a week doing god knows what, and left Dean enough money for the motel and food. However, three days into it, Dean realized that John had left a $20.00 bill that shouldn't have been there.
Dean snuck down to the local store and bought an extra loaf of bread, hamburger buns. The next morning, he woke Sammy early and took him out to throw bread to the ducks along the river. Sammy had squealed in delight as they came closer and closer, under Dean's ever watchful eyes.
When he'd handed Sam the other fifteen dollars in the book store, making him swear not to tell dad, Sam's eyes had lighten up. He'd smiled larger than Dean had ever seen and his eyes had shown as he ran through the aisles, looking for the one that he wanted.
Dean turned away. He walked around, let Sammy do his thing. When Sammy came back, he was holding something roughly the size of his hand and a five dollar bill. He shoved the thing into Dean's hands and looked bashful, as though he was afraid of being yelled at because he hadn't done what was asked of him. Instead of getting a book, he'd gotten a present for Dean.
"I noticed you've been having bad dreams lately." Sam said, pointing to the package. "It's supposed to make your dreams better. Bad dreams get caught in the web, and when the sun comes up they die."
Dean had been having nightmares. Even when John wasn't there, the dreams of being smacked across the face, dodging another beer bottle, were very real. He'd wake up in the night in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, sheets a wreck from thrashing everywhere. He'd done his best to keep it from Sammy, but, of course his brother would know. He always seemed to know.
"Sammy, you're too much for your own good." He said, simply. Sammy smiled at him.
Dean still had the dream catcher, it was in his suit case right then, still protecting him from the bad dreams. Sammy had been the only good in his life, for the longest time. And, as he and Cas walked along the banks, he confessed this. He finally told somebody about his fucked up childhood.
Cas didn't offer false sympathy, just listened. His silence spoke louder than a thousand words, though. He understood why Dean was so protective of Sam, understood why he would never let anyone hit him without hitting back. Because really, Dean had learned from a young age that if you don't fight back, it doesn't stop. And it didn't stop. Not until he was fourteen and finally got the courage to throw a punch.
Of course, John never actually punched him. Just smacked him across the mouth, or grabbed his arms a little too rough, or got angry and threw a bottle. It was, however, not a better situation. The fear, the nausia, the thoughts that it might and could get worse at any time still plagued him. When he had fought back, that had been when John finally realized that Dean wasn't going to be pushed around anymore.
Cas had retaliated with his own small stories of childhood; Apparently, his parents had found out that he was asexual and tried to have him exorcised by a priest. They eventually came around, but it had been a tough couple of years for him. He never knew when his water would actually turn out to be holy water, trying to "push the demons out". He softly remarked that Dean wouldn't have deserved one harsh word from a man like John, who, he pointed out, shoved the responsibility of raising Sam on Dean.
"You raised a good man, though, Dean." Cas said, giving a small smile. Dean smiled back in return. For some reason, everything just seemed a little bit lighter. It was nice to have somebody to talk to about it.
The drive back home was long and dull. Through the day they would drive and talk and look at the scenery as it passed by the windows, at night, Cas pulled out his laptop and wrote up game reviews. Dean had tried unsuccessfully to get him to let Dean suck him off while he typed, but he kept up some crap about delivering quality and how "distraction wouldn't benefit him at the moment" until he finally gave up, collapsing into bed and closing his eyes, letting his mind wander.
Of course, after Cas was done and Dean had faded off to sleep, he woke up to a nice surprise.
Cas was in between his legs, slowly beginning to lick the first of many stripes up his now straining erection. Dean let out a small, choked sound, looking down at Cas and letting his hips give a small thrust. Cas understood the message, but he decided to ignore it.
"Cas, please." Dean asked. Cas swung a hand over Dean's hips to keep him from bucking up, maintaining control over the situation. Dean let out a whimper as Cas's tongue was taken off of his underside, and Cas looked up lazily, as if he had all the time in the world.
"I'm repaying the favour from the other day, Dean. I'll do this my way." He said, continuing. His tongue curved and wrapped around Dean's cock, sending shivers up and down his lover's body. Dean felt himself slowly and carefully coming undone, unraveled. He tried his hardest to relax into the bed, tried to stop the small moans and mewls that escaped, biting his lip.
Cas continued leaving sloppy, wet licks and kisses all along Dean's cock, hands rubbing soothing circles into Dean's thighs as he moved the hand slung over Dean's hips and forced them apart, using that to get a better angle. He ran his tongue flat along Dean's head, before sinking down and placing soft, wet kisses across Dean's lower abdomen. Dean's cock was curved proudly, standing red, veins bulging as he fought not to sound just so fucking pleading. Every sound he was making only served to make him sound more and more undone.
Finally, like a gift from the heavens, Cas's mouth slowly began to take his cock. Cas moved down slowly, so slowly, Dean felt like he would never get to the bottom. Dean clutched the bedsheets as he did, hips fighting his mind to cant upwards. His whole body was shaking in pleasure now, from the effort it was taking him to hold back. He wasn't about to cum from practically just licks and teasing touches. He wasn't a fucking teenager, and he could prove it.
But Cas let out a little hum, the vibrations going straight to Dean's cock, and he couldn't help it any longer. He let out a loud moan as he came, his orgasm seeming to go on forever as his body twitched and moved, riding out the massive dose of endorphins and pleasure. When it was finally over he let his whole body go limp, his dick slowly going soft in Cas's mouth. He let out another embarrassing whimper as Cas pulled off, leaving him cold.
"How was that?" Cas asked, genuinely curious. Dean let out a shaky laugh. Even after all this time, Cas still felt like he had to make sure it was adequate. And no matter how many times Dean said yes, he always still asked to make sure afterwards.
"Amazing, Cas." He admits. Cas nods and falls into bed beside him. Dean thinks that of all the people who had ever been happy in their life, spending the rest of his with Cas just might make him the happiest.
He decided that they should go on road trips more often.
They arrived back at their predetermined destination at four o'clock on January first. Dean hadn't even realized the night before that he'd rung in the new year with Cas's lips around his cock, but he couldn't honestly complain.
Chuck waved at them from beside the elevator, his suit greasy. "Hey guys. How'd the weekend go?" He asked, conversationally. Dean narrowed his eyes; he'd laughed just a little too hard at them the last time they were there to entirely write it off.
"Pleasurable, thank you for asking." Castiel said, smiling. Dean felt a warmth go through his chest at Cas's obvious pleased expression.
"Good, good." Chuck mumbled. Dean knew something was coming, and he braced himself for it. "Have you two considered taking Salsa classes, by the way?"
Cas tilted his head in confusion. Dean was already looking away with a blank expression, miffed.
"Because you've already got the dip down, if you guys wanted to." Chuck teased, nodding. Cas flashed back to the elevator before they had left, and he opened his mouth as if to retaliate. Dean put up a finger, silencing him.
"Don't, Cas. He's not worth it." He teased. Really though, Dean could admit that it was kind of funny. Just a little bit. It probably would have been hilarious if it had happened to literally anyone other than him.
"Come on guys, I was just joking!" Chuck said, smiling at them. Castiel smiled back, so Dean didn't have to. He simply stepped onto the elevator, tugging his suitcase in behind him.
The doors shut, leaving just him and Cas. Just the way he liked it. He turned to his partner, a small smirk on his face. "So, seriously, how would you feel about salsa classes?"
"I don't-" Cas starts, confused. He cuts off, realization dawning. "That was also a joke." He says. Dean laughed, throwing his head back and letting loose. Cas continued to look blank, and the elevator let out a ding as they approached their floor. "Next time we see your brother, I'm telling him that story now."
Cas walked out of the elevator too soon to see Dean's look of absolute mortification.