Part Two C
Dean and Cas walked into their one on one session hesitantly that afternoon. He had no idea what Hannah was going to have them talking about but he was pretty sure it was going to be uncomfortable and embarrassing. He sat down in one chair and made sure Cas's chair was a little closer than yesterday. The last thing he needed was for Hannah to request they participate in some weird exercise meant to make them more comfortable with each other in front of her.
The blond woman walked into the room, all cheery smiles and bouncy personality. It was enough to make Dean sick.
"Good afternoon, Dean, Cas," she greeted the pair. "How did you sleep last night?" Hannah asked with a knowing smile.
Dean glanced over at Cas and caught the angel's panicked look. This session was not starting on a good note.
"Uh, well, it was... different," Dean answered vaguely.
"I understand if you were uncomfortable. It's something you may have to work your way up to, but it's good that you tried," she told them. "Now, I thought about the two of you for quite a while last night, trying to decide on a good topic for today's discussion."
Dean did not like the sound of that.
"So many good relationships get off to a rocky physical start due to miscommunication," she started, eyeing both men. "Neither partner is familiar with the other's preferences and many times one or the other doesn't know how to communicate what they do desire so that both partners are left clueless and fumbling to please their significant other."
Dean shifted nervously in his seat. No, he really didn't like where this was going.
"So, we are going to discuss your likes and dislikes when it comes to the physical side of your relationship.
"Dean, let's start with you. I want you to tell Cas a fantasy you have. We all have something we desire, something we would love to experience. Tell your partner what that is."
Dean stared at the blond woman, mouth slack with shock. Was she being serious? He was supposed to describe a fantasy? What the hell? He had a feeling Hannah would not be pleased with his two busty brunettes. Hell, that would probably get him a nice, long, excruciating lecture. Well, he could just take one of his tamer fantasies and... substitute Cas for the chick. She'd never know the difference.
"Well, um," Dean cleared his throat before continuing. He pulled up the first thing that came to his mind. "Sex outside. Somewhere nice and quiet, away from the world, out under the stars. Maybe a pond or a lake nearby. The sound of water is soothing," he started, his mind immediately going to the heated pool from earlier. He imagined that pool at night, crickets chirping and Cas, naked, laying beside him. His dick started to harden in his jeans.
"That's very romantic, Dean," Hannah gushed, a pleased smile on her face. Dean glanced at his friend and found blue lust filled eyes trained on him. His cock twitched against the too tight denim.
"Cas? What about you?"
The angel licked his lips before dragging his eyes away, staring instead at the floor.
"Sex, in the Impala... While trying to hide it from his brother," the angel's gravelly voice washed over Dean. He felt his dick swell at his friend's words. He was throbbing now, there was no denying it. He could just imagine sneaking out of one of their cheap motel rooms to meet the angel, rushing to get what they wanted before Sammy came looking.
He glanced over at Cas again and met his eyes, pupils blown with lust, just like he'd imagined this morning.
"It's always the quiet ones," Hannah said with a smile, causing Cas to jerk his eyes away and flush a deep red. Dean dragged his gaze to the annoying woman, wondering what the hell she was going to ask them now.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now that the ice is broken, let's discuss your bodies."
"What, you're gonna ask what size dicks we have so you can determine if they're gonna fit where they're supposed to?" Dean bit out, dreading the next conversation.
Hannah gave him a penetrating look.
"Oh, I assure you, regardless of penis size, it will fit where it's supposed to, with an appropriate amount of preparation." Dean felt his face heat up at her words. There was no way that wouldn't be painful, preparation or not. "But, no, that wasn't what I intended to discuss with you, though, if that is a concern of yours, you are more than welcome to ask questions."
"No! Uh, I mean, no, that's fine, really," Dean hurried to assure her. That was a conversation he really didn't want to have right now... or ever for that matter.
"Alright, in that case, let's move on, shall we? Cas, we'll start with you this time. I know you and Dean told me that you are a virgin, so, please, don't feel pressured by anything we discuss this week. What I offer are mere suggestions, you should never do anything you don't feel comfortable with or ready for." Dean wondered if that applied to sitting through these ridiculous sessions. He watched the angel nod hesitantly.
"Good. Now, why don't you tell Dean something he has done, physically that you've enjoyed." Dean saw his friend's eyes widen in panic. The angel swallowed twice before opening his mouth to speak only nothing came out. He watched as his angel started to breath faster. Dean was worried for a second that the other man was going to hyperventilate.
"I... I, uh..." Cas stood up suddenly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled before fleeing the room. Dean stared at the door in shock before turning to glare at the woman seated before him.
"Are you happy now," he growled. Hannah gave him a contrite look. Dean stood up so he was towering over the blond. "You couldn't just leave him alone, could you? You couldn't see that this was way out of his comfort zone? Jesus, lady, you're supposed to be a professional. You couldn't see that he was so beyond uncomfortable?" Dean raged before storming out of the door.
He wondered where Cas would go. Fortunately he didn't have to look far. The other man was sitting just at the wood line, back against a tree and head buried in his hands. He looked so dejected, Dean wanted to storm back in and yell at Hannah some more, make her feel as bad as she had made the angel feel.
He slowly walked over to his friend, not wanting to startle the other man. Cas glanced up when he neared, but refused to look him in the eye.
"Come on. Let's get back to the cabin. I've got some Hunter's Helper. I think we could both use a shot," he told the despondent man, offering a hand to help him back to his feet. Cas stared at the proffered hand before finally grasping it and allowing Dean to pull him up. He let go the second he was upright once more and kept a healthy distance between the two of them the entire walk back.
The silence on the walk back was tense and uncomfortable and Dean didn't like it. Gone was the smiling man who bumped shoulders with him, who teased him and laughed at their situation. In his place was Castiel, stoic angel of the Lord, uncomfortable in his own skin. The hunter wanted the other man back.
When they made it back to the cabin, Cas plopped down on the bed and gave a dejected sigh. Dean walked over to the kitchen area and pulled out two tumblers. He filled each with a few ice cubes and followed that with three fingers of whiskey each. He walked back over to his friend and offered him a glass.
"Thank you," Cas told him, voice low and extra gravelly. The angel downed the alcohol and Dean had to smile. He wondered if the other man remembered that he was currently human. He tried to think of something to say to lighten the mood, to bring back the banter from earlier.
"So... the Impala, Cas, really?" he asked with a smile. His words had the opposite effect he'd hoped for. The angel slammed down the empty glass and jumped to his feet. He turned furious blue eyes on the hunter and stalked towards the shocked man.
"It was all I could think of!" he growled.
"Whoa, chill out, it's fine," Dean told the angry man, carefully putting his own still full glass down. Cas took another step towards him, placing the angel right up in Dean's personal space.
"What are we even doing here, Dean? We are chasing a murderer, hunting a monster, why are we subjecting ourselves to that woman? It's a waste of time."
"Hey, back off. I'm not any more comfortable with this than you are, but we need the time to figure out what we're after and the chance to investigate the area, and we can't do that if we don't play nice with the psycho woman."
Cas seemed to calm down a hair after Dean's words.
"I'm sorry. This place is... starting to get to me," Cas admitted.
"And you think it's not getting to me?" Dean asked incredulously.
"I didn't say it wasn't. But you have experiences you can twist and use and... make it work. I don't. I can only make up so many things!" Cas ranted, growing angry again. "How am I supposed to make something up when I don't have the first inkling where to begin? No one has ever touched me in any way pleasurable! I don't even know where to start!" he spit out, face a mixture between anger and embarrassment.
Dean had no idea what possessed him to do what he did next, but he found himself leaning in and roughly smashing his lips against the other man's, swallowing the surprised grunt that came out of Cas's mouth upon impact. His angel had never had someone touch him for the sake of pleasure? Well, that was something Dean could do, something he could offer.
He raised one hand to grasp the back of Cas's neck and laid his other hand on the angel's hip, pulling him flush against his body. The other man was tense in his arms for only a second or two before he hesitantly brought his own hands up to rest on Dean's hips. The hunter flicked out his tongue, running it along the seal of the angel's lips, coaxing the other man to open up to him.
When Cas finally gave in and opened up to Dean, the taller man nearly groaned. Quickly, he delved into the hot depths of the mouth attached to his. He let his tongue tangle with Cas's. The other man wasn't passive for long. He pushed hard against the hunter, slamming the taller body into the wall of the cabin. Cas's tongue was battling his own for dominance as the angel tried to take control of the kiss.
Dean was assaulted with memories of his angel shoving that demon bitch up against the wall of that hellhole, just like this. He growled as hot jealousy seeped through his blood. He rolled his hips against the other man's, pleased to feel the hard line of Cas's cock straining against the jeans his friend wore.
Cas responded in kind, pressing his hips against Dean's so that their erections were pressed together.
A loud knock sounded through the cabin, pulling Dean back to reality. He pulled his head back from his angel's, taking in the blown pupils, flushed skin and swollen lips. His angel looked down right fuckable all debauched like this.
The knock came again, snapping Dean out of his lust induced daze. He rested his forehead against Cas's, both breathing harshly into the silence.
"Fuck. That's gotta be Sam. I told him to meet us back here," Dean finally spoke up. Cas let out a shaky breath.
"And how are we going to explain this?" the shorter man asked, voice wrecked.
Dean thought for a minute before pulling away from the angel. He grabbed some clothes and shoved them into the confused man's arms.
"Go take a shower. I'll make something up," he told Cas. The angel nodded before turning and heading into the bathroom. Another knock, this one harsher than the last, sounded through the cabin as Cas closed the door. Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair, willing his erection to go away.
He walked over to the door and flung it open.
"Jesus, Sammy, give a guy a minute," he bit out. Sam froze and just stared at his brother. Dean knew what he looked like and decided maybe bluffing his way through was his best bet. "You ask, and I'll beat the shit out of you."
Sam's eyebrows rose to meet his bangs. His brother just continued to stare.
"Uh, okay. Where's Cas?" he asked, glancing around the empty cabin.
"Taking a shower," Dean answered, closing the door behind his brother.
"Oh," Sam said, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Sam," Dean warned.
"I didn't say anything."
"Right. When Cas gets out, he's gonna take you down to the pool we were at earlier. There was some extra warding around there that looked fishy. Take a few pictures so we can send them on to Bobby," Dean told him, switching into work mode.
"What are you going to be doing?" Sam asked. Dean nodded towards his laptop.
"Research. I'm gonna look up everything I can find on an Aztec goddess, Coatlicue."
"Coatlicue?" Sam asked curiously.
"Yeah, Cas said one of the symbols was her name, figure that's a good place to start."
Sam nodded in agreement.
The two brothers sat down at the small table to wait for the angel. It was only slightly uncomfortable. Sam seemed to be keeping his comments to himself, for which Dean was grateful. Eventually, Cas emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed but hair wet and tousled. His face was faintly pink, but otherwise he looked pretty normal.
"Hey, Cas," Sam greeted.
"Hello, Sam," Cas replied, refusing to meet Dean's eyes as he made his way over to the bed. The angel sat down and pulled on his shoes. "Did Dean tell you about the sigils around the pool?"
"Yeah. He's ordered pictures," Sam replied with a smile. "He's actually going to be doing the research. Maybe this place hasn't been all bad for him," Sam mused.
"No, perhaps it has done some good," Cas agreed, finally meeting Dean's eyes. The hunter could see a hundred questions in his friend's blue orbs, but none that he could answer here, in front of his brother. Hell, he wasn't even sure he knew how to answer them once they were alone. Good thing he'd have time to think while Cas and Sam were out. For now, he offered the angel a small, reassuring smile.