Dean paused mid-way through talking with Jo when he saw Castiel warily enter the Dining Hall. He watched as the dark-haired man looked around the room, a subtle air of uncertainty about him. He'd never seen Castiel in the Dining Hall before since the other guy usually ate in his cabin. He waved and sat up a bit when blue eyes focused on him. He smiled when Castiel's shoulders relaxed a little then squared with determination, and he started walking towards him.
"Hey, Cas," Dean said when Castiel was close enough.
"Good evening," Castiel said quietly, shuffling his feet a little in discomfort. He lifted his chin a bit when Dean only sat there grinning at him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets so he wouldn't get the urge to wring them. He mentally cursed and berated himself for coming and started a little when a chair was pushed out towards him.
"Have a seat," Dean said, feeling a bit embarrassed he hadn't said it sooner. He'd needed the moment to wrestle some control over himself and nearly missed Cas' clearly uncomfortable state. He grinned when Castiel gracefully folded himself into the plastic chair across from him. "Jo, this is Castiel Novak." He pushed a plate towards Castiel and watched as he filled it with neat little piles of food from the various serving platters arranged in the middle of the table. He really was not surprised to see everything separated, nothing touching.
"Pleased to meetcha," Jo chirped, waving cheerfully at the reserved man across from her. She tucked a chunk of golden blonde hair behind her ear as she smiled and winked at him, giggling softly when his (dreamy blue) eyes widened and darted to Dean. "I take it your Dean's?" she asked, purposely phrasing it that way and watching Castiel's reaction. When eyes darted away, his cheeks pinked slightly and he coughed awkwardly into a fist, she grinned.
"Yes," Castiel said, hating that he sounded a bit breathy. "That is, I'm in Dean's group," he clarified, feeling warm and slightly out of breath at the very notion of being Dean's. Christ, get a grip, he chided himself. The woman hadn't meant it like that. Of course, if he hadn't been so out of sorts he would have seen she had indeed meant it exactly like that.
Dean chuckled and nodded, bumping Jo's shoulder with his own. "Play nice," he said lowly before his attention was on Castiel again. He didn't know if he should comment about the oddness of seeing Castiel dining with the others or not. He didn't really want to risk Cas thinking he wasn't welcome and go slinking back to his cabin to continue his solitary eating habits. He didn't know if Cas was snobby or just shy... He was leaning towards shy (or, more accurately, having shitty people skills).
"Yup, twice a day. Cas is one of our long timers," he said instead, speaking to Jo but smiling at Cas.
"Oh," Jo sighed. She looked Castiel over and found herself unsurprised he would be able to afford a 3 week stay. It was a bit odd he was alone, but it was probably for the best as she noticed the way Dean glanced at him (but only when he thought no one was looking). She'd probably be annoyed if Castiel didn't do the same when he thought Dean wasn't looking. She giggled softly to herself and shook her head. Figures...
"So, do you like it so far?" she asked Castiel, pulling apart a biscuit and smearing a slab of butter on it before drizzling it with a big squirt of honey.
Castiel swallowed his bite and nodded, "Yes. I'm rather surprised but I do find it rather enjoyable after being forced to endure," he said, immediately regretting the attempt at a joke. He lifted his chin a little and ignored Dean's amused snort, keeping his focus on Jo so he wouldn't stare as Dean started licking his fingers off. Jesus; what sort of manners did the man lack to just sit there and lick his fingers like that? He'd probably say something if it weren't so... distracting. He subtly pulled his napkin into his lap.
Jo laughed. "My, don't you just have a way with words." She took a large bite of her biscuit, brushing crumbs off her shirt and nearly choked on the laugh that wanted to come out when Castiel gave her a slightly distasteful glance, his eyes all squinty and his lips flattened slightly.
She swallowed, aiding the process with numerous gulps of sweet tea and grinned. "Sorry, my momma would just die if she saw me right now," she said, clucking her tongue in her cheek and laughing quietly before growing serious. "I apologize for my deplorable habits, Mister Novak."
Castiel fidgeted, feeling awkward and out of place for a moment. The feeling intensified when Dean gave him an amused glance and he forced himself to look at Jo, offering a small smile. "Yes, well, not a problem, I suppose," he muttered and peeled the breading off a piece of fried chicken. "I didn't mean to..." He trailed off and huffed, dropping the mangled piece of chicken and letting his hands flop in his lap as he lowered his head a little.
He didn't know how to act here and it was rather frustrating. Even though she apologized, and didn't sound at all sarcastic, he got the feeling Jo thought he was the one out of line. Or at least not entirely appropriate. But she was giving him a teasing smile, so it wasn't completely an uncomfortable situation. He glanced at Dean and swallowed thickly when he saw the other man happily eating his chicken with his fingers, little happy moans and noises coming out of him at regular intervals. And kept licking things! His fingers, those damned lips.
It was very distracting.
"Ugh," Castiel muttered to himself and sunk down a little in his chair. He should leave, this wasn't going well at all.
"Aw, honey, it's fine," Jo said and patted the spot in front of Castiel since he had his hands in his lap. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." She really could only imagine the horrors she was putting the guy through. He probably had never used his fingers when eating before and she was sitting there stuffing her face like a heifer in front of him without a second thought. No wonder the poor man looked ready to bolt.
"No, it's not that," Castiel hurried to explain, annoyed he took the smile from the young woman's face. The corners of her mouth were angled down slightly in a small frown and it didn't look at all appropriate on her. "I'm still... adjusting," he said and pushed some green thing around on his plate.
He'd tried quite a bit of the food in the comforts of his cabin and he found most of it quite good. He barely kept himself from jumping when Dean leaned across the table and placed a hand on his shoulder. It took all of his self control to keep himself from leaning into the touch. Or running away and drowning himself in the coldest water possible.
"So far, so good," Dean offered and grinned, patting Cas' shoulder before withdrawing his hand. Yup; definitely the shitty people skills thing. Poor guy probably grew up in a bubble or something. But he was getting the hang of things so Dean wasn't gonna bust his balls about it.
Castiel cleared his throat and blindly reached for the nearest glass, taking a small sip of the sweetened iced tea and nearly choked on it. "What the—?" he sputtered and quickly took larger sips, draining the glass. He felt his cheeks warm when he noticed he had Jo and Dean's full attention. "Sorry," he murmured and wiped his mouth, even though he was tempted to lick his lips until he'd gotten every trace of sweetened tea from them. He'd never bothered to try the tea before, unsure about the idea of drinking something so sweet. He could admit, only to himself, at how wrong he was.
"S'alright," Jo answered first, covering a huge grin with her hand. "Haven't tried the sweet tea before, I take it?" She giggled when Castiel slowly shook his head and poured himself another glass. "Don't feel bad. It took Dean ages to try it, too."
Dean rolled his eyes with an amused scoff, gaze leaving Cas to glare good-naturedly at Jo. At least he wasn't staring at Cas' mouth anymore, narrowly avoiding getting caught out. He turned to Jo and they settled into the familiar argument over the finer qualities of proper sweet tea.
Castiel watched the two interact as he slowly sipped from his second glass. His eyes narrowed each time they touched and he found himself wondering at their relationship. Jo would coo, bat her eyelashes, touch and fondle Dean and the other man just sat there and smiled at her. Castiel noticed the most intimate contact Dean initiated was the pat to the young woman's head, the move almost condescending but affectionate at the same time. Jealousy squirmed through him and he tried to tell himself there wasn't anything to be jealous about, but he was annoyed to find himself losing the internal argument.
He blinked a few times when he realized Dean had been asking him something. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I asked you what made you decide to eat here," Dean repeated, smiling a little. He'd gotten used to the way Castiel would drift off, attention wandering, and it was oddly comforting to have it happen outside of lessons.
"Oh," Castiel said and hunched his shoulders a little in embarrassment. He wanted to curse himself (and Dean for causing it) for the move. He'd been nearly compelled to seek out Dean. He wasn't about to invite the man over to his cabin for a meal. Just the thought of it made him nearly swoon with panic and pleasure. So, he was forced to entertain an option B; which had lead to him seeking out Dean and coming to the Dining Hall instead since Dean at every meal here.
Which lead to him sitting in the public Dining Hall with Dean. And a gorgeous, vibrant blonde that clearly had a close relationship with Dean.
It wasn't nearly as great an idea now that he was here.
"I wanted to see what it looked like in here." He made a point of looking around, as if taking in his surroundings. It didn't ring true even to his own ears. "I didn't really pay attention during the tour," he added lamely.
"Ah, and do you like?" Jo asked, one golden eyebrow raised. It was easy to tell Castiel was lying but she didn't want to call him out on it since he looked so embarrassed about it. Poor guy. His eyes darted to Dean and she wanted to hug him.
Castiel nodded, his eyes flitting to Dean for a moment. "Yeah, sure. It's very... nice."
"Same kitchen," Dean noted, smiling when Castiel looked over at him. "So, you know, you don't have to worry about the food being different." He very nearly groaned and slapped himself for the inane comment. Stupid must be catchin'... Cas' lame explanation had to be poisoning the parts of his brain that let him be smooth and smile charmingly.
Jo smothered a giggle and nodded along. "True enough!" she chirped. She pushed her plate away and pulled a bowl of peach cobbler towards her. "Only difference is the company," she said and winked, digging her spoon into the flaky biscuit topping.
"Yeah," Dean mused, glancing briefly at Castiel. He noticed the dark-haired man had zoned out again and he pursed his lips in thought. Just where did that mind go all the time? He leaned towards Jo and pulled her closer, a hand around her upper arm. "I think I was wrong about Cas," he whispered in her ear, trying not to sound as devastated as he felt. It shouldn't be a big deal, it wasn't like he'd never struck out before but he still felt completely bummed out about it.
He had been talking to Jo about the attraction he felt for Cas, the only way he knew to keep Jo from calling dibs was beating her to the punch, and had planned on working in some less-than-subtle hints during his next morning lesson with Cas. Jo told him he should just pin the sexy brunette against the nearest flat, sturdy surface, shove a hand down Cas' jeans and kiss his face off. Awesome idea (which he honestly considered for the few seconds it took to let the scene play out in his head), but too much. He really didn't see that working out.
And now that he had a chance to speak with Cas outside of lessons, the other guy looked just as disinterested and uncomfortable. He immediately nixed any further thoughts of flirting. Or making out in hay piles. He didn't want to be embarrassed. Or punched in the jaw.
Jo tried not to glare, smack Dean upside the head or roll her eyes. Men; they were so clueless at times. It was obvious to her Castiel was interested, even if he kept drifting off and looking like he was sitting on a cactus. It didn't take a genius to figure out why, though.
"Oh pffft," she said quietly and waved a dismissive hand at Dean. She leaned closer and whispered, "He's just day dreamin'. Probably about your fine, sculpted ass in nothing but that hat." She gave a devious chuckle as she flicked the brim of said hat with a pink fingernail. She shrugged when Dean gaped at her. "What? Ain't nothin' wrong with that. That would be the opposite of bad, dumbass."
"No, I mean— Jo!" Dean hissed, scandalized and feeling like a damn prude when his voice was nearly a whine. Ugh; you weren't supposed to know those sort of thoughts went through your friend's mind. "You haven't!" he half asked, half demanded, his voice low. He still felt a bit bad he couldn't return Jo's more-than-friendly feelings for him but that had been years ago and he thought it was old history. Jo wasn't really his type and he feared her mother like no other woman on earth.
He wasn't sure how to take her last words. He really didn't want her picturing him naked.
"So?" Jo said with a giggle. "Don't worry about it. It was ages ago," she huffed, rolling her eyes and waved him off. She was totally allowed her fantasies (because damn he was a fine hunk of man-meat, and she was only human) but she was very aware that was all they'd be. It didn't bother her nearly as much as Dean's ego would've probably liked. "And besides, I didn't say I was thinking that. I said he probably was," she clarified with a smirk, eyes darting across the table to a still-daydreaming Castiel, blue eyes unfocused and staring through his empty glass.
She snickered again and returned her attention to Castiel, blinking with surprise when he turned his head and glared at her, his blue eyes narrowed. And a little menacing instead of that adorable squinty thing.
Oh, she knew that look all right.
Jo leaned back from where she'd been pressed against Dean, no longer needing to whisper. "Right?" she asked, raising her voice and looking at an obviously irate Castiel.
"Hmm?" Castiel hummed, his glare thawing in his confusion. He hadn't realized either of them had been speaking to him when he had drifted off. Again. He really had to get a grip on himself and stop doing that... Especially if his lack of attention made Dean think he could canoodle with Jo right in front of him.
Dean looked back to Cas, confused and annoyed when the other man refused to look at him. He'd only just gotten used to the way Cas usually stared at him. He only felt a little relieved he hadn't made a fool of himself by outright flirting with him yet. He nearly groaned in defeat. He barely registered Jo's response to the dark-haired man, only grateful she didn't share what she had actually said and hastily excused himself.
"I've got... some... things... to finish. Night, Jo," he mumbled and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. "Cas," he said and waved briefly before turning and hurrying from the Dining Hall.
"What...?" Castiel muttered, shocked by the sudden departure. He blinked and glared at Jo, sure she was the reason for it. Dean seemed fine before they started whispering like a pair of schoolgirls. He scowled lightly, annoyed.
Jo shrugged and spooned a large bite of cobbler into her mouth. She could only guess as to why Dean practically ran out of here but she wasn't going to say anything. One of the many things she had learned in the years knowing him; Dean Winchester was a private person and didn't appreciate being spoken about. She wasn't normally a gossip, anyway, and never liked speaking about people behind their back. It was probably one of the reasons her friendship with Dean had only gotten stronger.
Well, that and he didn't try to get in her pants. Once that stopped annoying the shit out of her, it just made everything else easier.
"You done?" she asked, nodding to Castiel's mostly empty plate. When Castiel glanced down and nodded with a blank look, she hummed and licked her spoon. "He's probably in the south barn," she said airily before spooning some ice cream into the gooey, peachy mess in her bowl. She refused to tell Castiel to go join Dean outright; besides, if the guy couldn't figure it out on his own, he probably didn't like Dean that way. "Though, I'd stay for cobbler. It's amazing."
"Oh!" Castiel said and jerked out of his chair, realization dawning. He glanced down at Jo and nearly asked her why she had helped him but he just nodded his thanks and hurried out of the Dining Hall, quickly finding his way to the south barn. He released a breath he hadn't been aware of holding when he saw a light on and heard Dean's low, soft voice as he stepped closer. He couldn't make out what was being said but he smiled when he realized Dean shared his habit of talking to the horses.
"—years ago. I know I shouldn't let it bother me, but..." Dean trailed off and shuddered lightly. He liked Jo, he did, and if she were his type he'd happily have let their relationship go past friendship. But she wasn't; in so many ways. Plus, yeah, her mom would probably castrate him with a vegetable peeler if he tried anything funny. "Just, ugh. No." He huffed under his breath and worked a soft brush along Impala's neck. However, if Jo had been right that Castiel had such thoughts... Well, he'd be alright with that, he mused with a pleasant shiver.
Dean slowly stood up, fighting the urge to whirl around quickly and risk spooking Impala, when he heard footsteps behind him. He narrowed his eyes and felt his heart rate pick up when he saw Castiel slowly approach from the corner of his eye. He sent a playful glare towards Impala and muttered "A warning woulda been nice."
Impala blew a lungful of air out of his nose and tossed his head as he stomped a hoof on the ground. Dean was pretty sure he was being laughed at. Fucking horse.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel said, feeling like an idiot. And an intruder. He raised a hand briefly in a short wave and shuffled closer when Dean gave no indication he should leave. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."
Dean smiled, finally feeling his heart rate settle a little only to have it pick back up again when Cas gave him a small, awkward smile, head tilted a little as he looked at Dean curiously. He tried to tell himself it was only the result of the shocked surprise lingering, nothing else. But he couldn't exactly bullshit himself, not when his heart-rate went just as erratic as his eyes roamed Cas as he leaned against the barn door. His ankles and arms now causally crossed.
"No problem. Just giving Impala some TLC," he said and turned back to the horse in question, continuing his brushing of the spotted horse. He knew Impala enjoyed the work, but he still felt he needed to spoil the beast a little for working so many hours every day. He was getting older, after all.
Castiel just watched from his spot by the door. His eyes eagerly following each and every move Dean made. He lost count how many times he had to subtly shift himself in his jeans as he watched Dean shift and move. He found himself particularly enjoying the way the other man's back and ass moved; the way the muscles bunched and flexed fluidly under the clinging fabric. He closed his eyes, wondering how those muscles would feel, moving and twitching under his hands.
He came back to reality and jumped a little when he realized Dean had stopped all movements and was staring at him, practically pinning him to the wall with those green eyes. He felt his cheeks heat but it didn't stop his gaze from lowering, resting on Dean's mouth. "Hmm?" he hummed in question, belatedly realizing he was being spoken to when he realized Dean's lips were moving. He really had to stop drifting off; Dean probably thought he was a complete space-case. Or extremely rude. Neither was preferable.
"Nothing," Dean said and smiled, shaking his head a little. He had felt Castiel's eyes on him the entire time and wondered how often the other man had gone off into La-La Land while watching him. He'd probably blush if he knew the answer; he had been the cause and focus of each and every trip. Since day one.
"Dean, can I ask you something... personal?" Castiel finally muttered after another few minutes of quiet. He briefly averted his eyes when Dean bent over, a hand trailing gently along Impala's leg, and he paid some attention to the horse's feet. His gaze snapped back to study the bent over ass once he was sure he wouldn't be caught looking. His fingers twitched with the subconscious urge to cop a feel. He'd probably have to squeeze really hard, because that was very taut, heavy fabric and some muscled flesh to contend with.
"Sure," Dean said absently, working dried and packed in mud from Impala's hooves. He wrinkled his nose as the clumps fell to the barn floor. He turned and glanced up at Castiel, nearly dropping Impala's foot when he saw the intense look on the brunette's face. It made things heat and tingle when he took in the darkened blue eyes.
He cleared his throat, breaking the staring contest. "What's on your mind, Cas?" he finally asked when Castiel hadn't said anything for several moments. He went back to cleaning Impala's hoof, hoping Cas would find his voice if he wasn't staring at him. He was more than a little curious to know what was on the other man's mind.
Castiel took a deep breath and shuffled a few steps into the barn. He was at once glad and pissed Dean's attention was elsewhere. Honestly; he probably wouldn't have the nerve to ask if the man had been giving him his full attention. "Are you and Jo together?" he finally asked. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to know, but it was a good first step. Or so he told himself.
"Nah," Dean said easily and chuckled, easing Impala's foot back to the ground and straightened, giving Castiel his full attention. His eye brows drew together when he saw the brunette standing still as a statue, mouth pursed slightly. "We're just friends," he clarified when Cas only continued to stare at him, as if he didn't believe what he'd heard.
"Oh," Castiel said, relief making him a bit light headed. A small smile tugged at his lips. "So, she's not your... type?" he asked, glancing at Impala's shiny coat and fighting the urge to pick at his nails. He was quick to look back when Dean laughed, a deep rich sound that filled the barn.
Dean laughed, trying not to wink like a creeper when Cas went back to staring at him, wide-eyed. "Nope," he said slowly, popping the 'p'. "I do like blondes, but I'm partial to brunettes," he said, his eyes flicking up to Cas' dark, messy hair. With short, just fucked hair, he added silently to himself.
Castiel blinked, unsure how to take Dean's words. Did he—? Was he—? "What?" he finally asked, feeling lost but flushed. He did notice the way Dean had shifted closer and was looking at him with his head slightly cocked.
"I said, she's not my type. I do like blondes, but brunettes are more my thing." Dean dropped the hooked tool he was holding into the nearby tool caddy before he stepped closer towards Castiel. He resisted the urge to bite his lower lip, unsure if he should continue. He watched as Cas' eyes widened, his cheeks pinked delicately and the pupils dilated. Oh. He smiled and stepped even closer, almost close enough to feel the heat of the brunette's body against his own.
How blunt should he be? Well, he was normally a 'jump right in' sorta guy, so... "I like you, Cas," he murmured, his attention on Castiel as he watched the other man's reaction.
Castiel couldn't stop the smile if his life had depended on it. He looked down and flicked a shy glance at Dean from under his lashes, meeting green eyes briefly. He nearly lost his breath at the heated look in those darkened green eyes. "Oh," he said lamely and closed his eyes in embarrassment. Another peek up show amusement on Dean's face. Before the other man could step away, or misinterpret his lame response, he forced himself to continue speaking. "Oh, well. Good. I mean, well, me too, but I just..." he trailed off and bit his lip, unsure what to say or do. It was kind of irritating...
"Cas," Dean said softly and smiled when Cas finally met his eyes. "Where do you go all the time?"
Castiel blinked, completely confused. "Go?" he asked, his brows drawn together in confusion. He hadn't left the damn place since he got there. He wasn't stupid enough to try the fences and he quickly lost the desire to leave.
"Yeah," Dean said and stepped even closer, their bodies almost brushing together each time one of them breathed. He slowly lifted a hand and brushed some of the messy, dark strands back from Cas' temple and pointed to it gently with his index finger. "Up here. You wander off pretty often..." He watched with fascination when Cas' cheeks pinked an even deeper shade and his eyes darted away again.
Castiel was not going to tell Dean where he went. No. He'd rather— He'd rather... clean the horses' stalls with a plastic spoon from the Dining Hall than do that. He looked away, striving for casual and failing miserably.
"Nowhere..." he muttered and bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to be so annoyed that Dean could make him so awkward and unsure; he never before had met a single person that threw him off balance so consistently. He could almost hate Dean for making him feel so awkward. He barely suppressed an embarrassing noise when he felt Dean's lower body brush his; it was a warm, tingly feeling he'd never felt before with such a light touch.
"Nowhere huh?" Dean murmured, watching the blush on Cas' cheeks spread downwards, and he slowly ran a finger along the heated skin. He smiled when Cas' lips parted slightly, his breathing getting faster. "You just want to be anywhere else than with me, is that it?"
Castiel's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No! No, that's not what I meant at all," he said emphatically. He huffed when Dean just smiled again, looking a little smug as well as amused. He was being teased, but not in the way he first thought. There wasn't anything cruel in warm green eyes, crinkled lightly at the corners. But still. "Bastard," he grumbled and looked away, trying to hide a smile.
"Well, Jo has a theory—" Dean said lightly and leaned back a little to let his gaze trail over Cas' lithe torso. When Cas nodded encouragingly, obviously interested in what Jo had to say, he leaned forward again and smirked. "She thinks you wander off to imagine little ol' me. Maybe with nothin' on but my hat."
Castiel's breathing picked up and his eyes nearly glazed over with the mental image. He dipped his head in a slow, short nod, licking at his bottom lip, "No, you have boots on too," he said without thinking.
He'd probably wonder later how Jo could have possibly known. Right now he was mortified he had said such a thing aloud. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep himself from clapping a hand over his mouth or just turning around and running away. It's not like he had never been vocal about sexual fantasies or wants before; on the contrary, he liked sharing, especially if it made those fantasies a reality. But rarely was it a vertible stranger and he wasn't one to entertain such... embarrassing things before. Or been looked at like Dean was currently doing.
"Oh," Dean said dumbly, lost for words. Well, that was interesting. Warmth tingled through him and pooled in his belly. "So, nothin' but my hat and my boots on," he clarified and licked his lips when Cas nodded. Well, it was the barest twitching of his head but Dean was taking it as a nod. "Is that always where you go?" he asked and slowly hooked a finger through one of the belt loops on Cas' jeans, ready to let go at the slightest indication from the other man. Cas only shifted closer, feet shuffling quietly across the barn's floor.
"No," Castiel whispered. Oh, Jesus, was he really going to admit it? He carefully looked at Dean and mentally nodded; the other man did not look at all opposed to the idea and it was very possible he was interested. He refused to behave like a blushing virgin or some simpering school girl with her first crush. "But along the same theme," he managed and smirked, feeling very smug and pleased with himself when Dean's eyes dilated and the man leaned that much closer.
"Sorry," he blurted, realizing how rude he had been, even if unintentionally. He could only imagine how frustrating it had to have been for Dean to try teaching someone that consistently checked out, mentally, and spent the majority of the time lost in day dreams. He'd been there himself and it was enough to make you want to bash your head against a wall.
Dean blinked and leaned back a little, dropping his hands from where they'd settled on Cas' waist. "Sorry? What for?"
"Not paying attention when I should be... but it's rather difficult at times," Castiel admitted. He nearly purred when Dean's hands went back to resting lightly on his hips and he stepped closer again. He let his legs shift when he felt Dean's knee slot between his. "So, you... like me?"
"Like you?" Dean chuckled. It was close enough and he didn't think he needed to repeat himself. He resisted the urge to rub noses with the adorably sexy brunette; Cas would probably find that annoying. "I suppose you could put it that way," he finally decided, rolling his eyes a bit and feeling like he was back in high school for a moment. "I don't—" he started but shook his head and stopped, unsure how to continue. He didn't know what to do now. Quick fumbles were easy, but this— This was new territory.
"What?" Castiel asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Dean sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "I don't know what to do now," he finally muttered.
Castiel smirked and leaned closer, pressing himself tightly against Dean's body. "Really," he said dryly, making it not quite a question.
"Yeah," Dean said and took a deep breath, annoyance and desire mixing in a strange combination. He stared at Cas' mouth for a long moment before meeting blue eyes, "I mean, I know what I want to do but..." he trailed off, unsure how to articulate his thoughts. And Cas totally wasn't helping when the sexy bastard wiggled against him with slow, sensual movements of his hips and shoulders. He hated that he was hesitating, but he didn't want to start something that was bound to end so soon. It just seemed stupid, but it also seemed stupid to deny himself (and Cas) something for such a stupid reason. He didn't know when he turned into such a girl about a roll in the hay.
He sighed, long and exasperated, and tried to talk himself out of being an idiot.
"Are you not allowed to get involved?" Castiel suddenly asked, a slightly horrified look on his face. As much as he wanted to slide his palms up Dean's naked, warm skin, he didn't want to get the man in trouble or have him lose his job over a fuck. He stilled his movements with an effort; it was quite an effort since he felt a fantastic hardness growing against his thigh. He just barely held back a groan.
Dean blinked and chuckled. "It's not that. And for the record, there are no such rules or regulations," he added with an amused smile. He didn't want to voice his objections, though. He really didn't enjoy the thought of going further with someone that would be gone and in less than two weeks. Ugh; he never really cared about such a thing before but then again, he hadn't met Cas before.
"So, what's the problem?" Castiel asked, one dark eyebrow raised in question. He continued his movements when Dean didn't say anything for a few moments. Now that he knew the other man was just as attracted to him, his usual demeanor was back in full force. He wrapped his arms around Dean and pulled him flush against his own body, his hands cupping the firm denim clad ass. "Jesus, this ass..." he groaned and looked down, his gaze focused on Dean's mouth. Those lips have practically haunted his dreams (day and night) and he figured why wait? He inched closer, hoping Dean would close the distance.
Dean's resolve broke the second Cas' hands kneaded his ass and he eagerly closed the gap between their mouths and kissed him. He nearly groaned at the feel. He wasn't inexperienced but he'd never felt such heat from a simple kiss before. He fisted his hands in the front of Cas' shirt, not at all caring that he was wrinkling the fine material. He almost grinned against Cas' lips when he heard a soft, but definitely pleased, moan from the other man and allowed the brunette to lick his way into his mouth.
Castiel groaned again, taking his time to savor Dean's unique taste and heat. He'd never been so turned on from a single kiss before. He jerked his head back as the thought hit him. "Oh shit," he panted, his eyes drawn to Dean's slightly swollen lips. There was no way he could be satisfied with just a kiss.
"What?" Dean asked, his voice a little hoarse and slightly dazed. He'd just let his hands slide across Cas' back and had untucked the brunette's shirt, intent on slipping his hands under the fabric when Cas jerked back. He didn't know if he should apologize for going too far, too soon or what. The look on Cas' face didn't help him any; The man looked panicked and a little annoyed. He leaned backed and then took a step away, immediately missing the warmth from the other man but he wouldn't force a damn thing Cas didn't want.
Castiel scowled and jerked Dean forward again by his belt buckle, annoyed the other man had put distance between them. "Nothing," he muttered and swiftly cut off any more conversation with another kiss. He fought a smile when Dean moaned softly and practically went limp in his arms. It was good to know he wasn't the only one being swarmed with strange reactions. He moaned softly when he felt Dean's hand slide along his back, his calloused fingers fluttering along the soft skin. He pressed himself closer to Dean, enjoying the other man's boldness as his hands dipped and caressed his ass.
"We should go somewhere else," he mumbled against Dean's lips.
Dean nodded, not caring where they ended up. He didn't even care if they stayed in the barn but apparently Cas wasn't digging the idea of being bent over a hay bale. Or giving Impala a show (even though the horse was merely looking at them with an equine version of complete boredom). He leaned back and let his hands travel down Cas' chest before chuckling.
"Hold on a second," he said when he got his breath back. He wiggled out of Cas' grip and unclipped Impala from the cross ties and quickly lead him into his stall. "There, now we can go where ever you want," he said after he closed the door and bolted it. He leaned against the door, his brain kicking back in now that he was no longer sandwiched against Cas. "I really don't want to come off as a tease—" He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed the back of his neck as he stared at Cas apologetically.
Now that his brain wasn't swamped with hormones, and decisions were no longer strictly down to his lower brain, he was thinking a little clearer.
"I get it," Castiel said softly, wrapping an arm around Dean's waist and leaving one last soft, short kiss on his lips. "I do," he assured with a nod when Dean gave him a questioning look.
It was regretful, of course, he mused as he shifted himself in his jeans, but by no means something he was going to rush or try to push Dean into. A shame, really...
Dean nodded, relieved to see understanding on Cas' face. He was going to have a hell of a time keeping his distance and he was pretty sure he was going to fail at some point but he'd worry about that if (most likely when) the time came. "Thanks," he said softly and slowly pushed Cas back, keeping his hands on his chest for a moment longer. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said and turned and left the barn, using nearly all of his will power to keep himself from turning back around or running to his cabin as fast as he could.
Castiel watched Dean go, sighing but content to watch his sexy back and ass slowly disappear into the darkness. It sucked to watch the man walk away, but it was a rather appealing sight. He closed the door, marveling at the trust Dean showed to leave the task to him. He figured the other man was reluctant to go further simply because of the very temporary situation they were in. Normally he wouldn't care, prefer it even, and it was a bit unsettling to realize he wasn't exactly disagreeing with the logic. He didn't look forward to the end of his time here anymore, wishing he could see if the attraction and tentative friendship with Dean was something... more.
He sighed and walked back towards his cabin, his pace slow as he thought and brooded. He let himself into his cabin, heading right for the bath for a long, relaxing soak.
(A/N: Edited August 2015.)