It's Wednesday.
Fucking.
Wednesday.
That's two days with no Cas. Two painfully long days. At least he was working at the shop today. Focusing on cars is nice. He knows what he's doing and it takes plenty of concentration. However, he couldn't keep himself from humming "Let It Be", gaining plenty of curious glances from Bobby.
"Why are you so happy, ya idjit?" Bobby gruffed out, making Dean blush.
"Nothing Bobby, nothing at all." He smiled, but furrowed his brow. He wasn't sure why he wasn't telling Bobby that he had a boyfriend. There are several reasons, he supposed. Bobby didn't know Dean was into men at all, for one. Another is the same reason he didn't tell Sam about their friendship. Cas is brilliant, rich, gorgeous, and a shockingly amazing singer. Dean.. Dean was nothing. He didn't have intelligence or money, and he just wasn't good enough for Cas. He thought that if he even discusses being with him to someone else, Cas will somehow realize how he's way too good for Dean.
Bobby let it go, but had a small look of suspicion.
Work went fast, and he got home to find a note letting him know that Sam was once again out with Jessica. They'd been seeing each other for a while now, it was nice.
Dean cranked up the heat in their apartment a bit, It was really frikkin cold for just being September, and sat down in his favorite recliner, an old worn dark brown leather seat that he took from the old house. It creaked a bit under his weight but stayed firm. He flipped through the channels until he found what he was looking for, the newest episode of Doctor Sexy. Hell yeah.
Halfway through he drifted off, falling into a uneasy slumber.
-
Dean was walking through a hospital, down a well-lit hallway that seemed to stretch for miles, doors lining each side. Suddenly, he stopped and went through a door, he somehow knew it was the right one, as you do in dreams. A man was inside wearing a white doctor's coat and cowboy boots, facing away from Dean.
"Doctor Sexy?" Dean inquired. The man turned around. He had long fingers, pale skin, mussed up raven black hair, and piercing blue eyes.
"Ah, Doctor Winchester, I assume the surgery went well?" The man asked. Dean was completely confused but nodded. "Good, now c'mere." The man pulled him close, hands on the small of his back, and kissed him deeply. He grabbed Dean's ass through his tight jeans and lifted him up onto the table, sitting him down and biting his lip roughly. Dean felt a bulge grow in his jeans and gently moaned as his own Doctor Sexy nipped at his neck, taking off his coat. Dean fisted his hand into the man's dark messy hair, tilting his head back to make his neck more vulnerable to his lover. He opened his eyes slightly and realized they were no longer in a doctor's office. They were instead now in a huge mansion, Dean's ass resting on a long dining table; the man in front of him remained the same, unphased by this sudden change in scenery.
"Oh Cas," Dean moaned, pulling the man closer to grind his groin against Cas's own bulge. At this contact the man suddenly stopped, pulling away and eyeing Dean with a look of disgust, his eyes were now pure black.
"Look at you. You are nothing to me, nothing but poor and uneducated dirt. I will never be yours, and I could never love a man like you. You are rags to my riches."
Dean flinched at the words, as if they had burned him and yelled out in pain, sitting up suddenly.
-
He jumped out of the recliner, awaking very suddenly. Doctor Sexy had ended and an episode of Days of Our Lives was on. Dean turned off the tv with the remote and rubbed his eyes, noticing they were wet with tears. He grimaced and chugged down a beer before retiring to his bed for a night of dreamless sleep.
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Thursday, Dean had to work at the bar. He gave his charming smiles to the ladies and men, but his heart wasn't into it. He just needed the extra tips. One particular girl was very interested in Dean, dropping heavy hints of her intentions. He winked at her but didn't reply. He didn't want her to think that he was going to take her home.
Though apparently she didn't get it, because on the last hour of his shift she leaned across the bar, extremely drunk at this point.
"Hey big boy, how about you take me home tonight?" Dean chuckled and patted her hand.
"I think you've had a bit too much to drink toots. I'll call you a cab."
"Noooo I want you to take me home cutie." She leaned in suddenly and smacked a kiss on Dean's lips. He pulled away quickly, a look of anger and frustration on his face.
"Listen here, I've got someone I'm happy with, and if I don't fuck it up myself, I'll be damned if I let you!" He yelled. He hadn't meant to say any of that. He had meant to make a joke and walked off to call a cab, but it just came out. He was still stressed about last night.
The girl was pissed as hell. She demanded to talk to his boss, and after a little yelling fight between her and Ellen, which ended with Ellen telling her what she did was sexual harassment and she better get her ass out of there before the cops were called, the young girl left in a whirl of fury. Ellen turned to Dean, a motherly look on her face.
"Listen Dean, I know that girl was a real bitch, and you're not in trouble, but next time that happens, just come to me before you freak out okay?
"Thanks Ellen..." Dean grumbled, muttering apologies on his way out. Maybe he needed to talk to Cas about this. Maybe..
-
It's Friday!
Dean hopped out of bed early in the morning, scrubbing and dusting and cleaning everything in his way. He did the dishes and put a load of clothes in the laundry and made sure everything was perfect. Sammy would be cooking, Dean couldn't cook to save his damn life, and since Jessica was coming over, Sam wanted to impress her with food.
Chicken Mozzarella. One of Dean's favorite homemade meals, and apparently Jessica's as well. He liked this girl already, much better than that Ruby chick Sam dated in high school. That girl was a real bitch and Dean was secretly relieved when she left Sam for some kid named Alastair.
Jessica arrived first. She was a petite little thing, with long blonde hair and tan skin, really pretty. She hugged Sam closely, which was really funny because he's such a tall behemoth, before giving a timid hug to Dean.
"I've heard so much about you, Dean. Don't worry most of it was good." She smirked. A girl with an attitude, he could tell.
He smiled "I can say the same to you." he remarked, walking towards the door. The doorbell had rang, and he knew what that meant. Cas was here, and his stomach was dropping. Dean really hoped that the house looked okay, even if it was small and the only art they had up was a drawing on the fridge that Sam had made when he was five.
Dean opened the door and there he was, the man of his dreams, smiling brightly and practically radiating light. He was here for Dean, Dean reminded himself. He must care for him, at least a bit, to be here.
"Dean, I'm so happy to see you again" he said, giving his best crinkly smile, and leaning in to plant a quick kiss on Dean's lips. Behind him, Dean heard Sam make a gagging noise to Jessica, and Jessica's little snicker. Dean had to remember to hit him later.
Dinner was really awesome, actually. Dean talked to Jessica quite a bit, and learned that she actually knew a bit about cars. Not nearly as much as him, or even Sam, but enough to hold up a simple conversation. Meanwhile, Sam and Cas talked about literature. It turned out Sam had read the book Cas brought for him, and loved it, and they were breaking it down and discussing theories and other crap like that. Every once in a while Dean would look over and just watch Cas. He got so excited talking about literature, articulating with those beautiful hands, flicking those thin sexy wrists. He'd stare until he realized that Sam wasn't laughing at what Cas said, but at Dean's look, and he'd snap back to a conversation with Jessica, who was patiently snickering. Overall, the dinner was a success. Dean went to pick up everyone's plate but was intercepted by Jessica, who began to carry them into the kitchen (they had eaten in the living room, due to lack of a dining room in their apartment).
"Jessica, I can get that, you're a guest." Dean objected.
"Oh, please. You guys have done enough. Though I wouldn't refuse a little help from Sam." She winked at him and he got up hurriedly, banging his knee against the couch.
Now it was just Cas sitting on the couch and Dean in his recliner chair. Dean gave him a little get your fine ass over here and Cas plopped onto Dean's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck as he bent his sweet lips to kiss Dean's. He pressed into it deeply, pushing his tongue into Cas's hot mouth, fisting his hands in that lovely dark hair to push Cas closer. Cas's hands were on his chest, pulling gently on his t-shirt as if it were the most irritating inconvenience ever.
Dean suddenly thought of his dream and pulled back, causing Cas to cock his head to the side in confusion.
"Is something wrong, Dean?"
"N-no, not at all. I was just thinking that Sammy might walk in," he lied. "Maybe we can go to my room?" Cas hesitated but nodded gently, getting up and allowing Dean to lead him to his tiny room. Dean had cleaned in here too, thankfully. He had even made his bed, which was extremely rare for him.
As Cas laid down on the bed, eyes wide with a need and and lips swollen slightly, Dean thought a small prayer to have the willpower to get through this without attacking this perfect little angel.
He laid down on top of Cas carefully, connecting their lips once more, tongue on tongue. A deep groan came from the back of Cas's throat, possibly the sexiest sound Dean had ever heard. He pushed his body against Cas's, grinding their groins together and Cas gasped into Dean's mouth, his breath hot and sweet. Dean had his hands on Cas's hips and Cas had his in Dean's hair, and it was just too sexy for Dean. If he wasn't careful, he'd cum in his pants like a little boy.
Cas pulled apart for a second and whispered into Dean's ear, a hoarse and deep sound.
"Please Dean."
Dean groaned as he quickly unbuttoned Cas's pants. He wouldn't fuck him, and he doesn't think that's what Cas meant anyways. It was too early in their relationship for that. Dean cared about him too much. Instead he pulled down Cas's underwear and placed his palm on Cas's dick (which was a very nice size by the way) and slowly ran his hand down and up, making Cas moan quietly. Dean kissed him harder, teeth clacking slightly, while he thumbed the slit in Cas's dick. His own dick was throbbing in his pants, but he wasn't as preoccupied with it. He was completely focused on the beautiful man below him who was digging his fingers into Dean's ass, his piercing blue eyes shut at the moment, soaking in the pleasure, his perfect cheek bones flushed deep red, lips swollen and bitten. It was everything he's ever wanted, he thought as he bent in for another kiss, this time much sweeter as he continued to stroke Cas.
It wasn't long before he could feel Cas tense, his hips bucking up, instinctively trying to fuck Dean's hand as he got closer to climax. Dean nibbled on Cas's neck and collarbone, groaning with each little mewl and gasp Cas made. It was just too sexy. Then Cas gasped out Dean's name as he came on Dean's hand, convulsing under Dean and kissing him roughly.
Dean brought up his hand and licked some of the cum, eliciting another moan of pleasure from Cas. It was sweet and salty and tasted of Cas. Cas's after-orgasm face was stunning. It was literally the most beautiful he had ever seen Cas. Messy, sweaty, and vulnerable.
Cas was ready to return the favor, but they heard Sam yell for Dean, asking where the Brillo pads were, and broke away. That's a damned shame, Dean thought as they made themselves presentable to go back to the living room. But he didn't really care. He was happy to make Cas feel that way. He snuck another kiss in before they rejoined their company downstairs. Soon after, Jessica had to leave, followed eventually by Cas after a short secret make-out session by the door. They made plans to meet again tomorrow after Cas was done with work to get coffee at The Clink, it was poetry night, and Cas wanted to listen to the amateur poets. Dean was sad to see Cas go still, and went to his room before he could be teased by Sam.
Seriously, his hand was getting pretty damn strong.