Title: The Trenchcoat Avenger of Truman High
Author: rons_pigwidgeon
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Masturbation, Underage Drinking, Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Sex Toys, Blow Jobs, Frottage
Chapter Summary: Dean finally visits Castiel at school, but his short reprieve from hunting has consequences.
Author's Note: Unbetaed chapter for now. If you see any grammar/spelling issues, please let me know, and expect a re-post with edits sometime soon.
Please note that additional tags have been added to the story's description.
Dean stops the pretty blonde walking past him with a quiet, "Excuse me."
She stops, hands still buried in her messenger back, looks irritated until she turns and sees his face. A flirtatious smile breaks out, and she steps up closer. "Hi."
"Hey, sorry to bother you, but would you happen to know where Burton-Judson Courts is?" he asks, leaning into her and dialing up the charm.
She gives him a once-over that looks more than pleased with what she's seeing. "That's where I live. I could walk you there. It's only a few blocks." She strokes a finger down the open lapel of his shirt and steps right into his personal space. "And then maybe I could show you my dorm room, too?"
If he hadn't come here for a different reason and didn't know exactly who this girl was, he would probably be interested in taking her up on that offer. "You know, I would, believe me I would love to see your dorm room, sweetheart," his eyes sweep down her slim body before flicking back up to her eyes, "but I'm kind of meeting someone. Could you just point me in the right direction, please?"
She frowns and steps back, looking down the street. "Sure, yeah, turn right at the end of the block and it's the third block down from there."
He follows her gaze and nods, smiling wider. "Thanks, Avery. See you around." He circles around to the driver's side and opens his door, grinning at her confused expression.
"How did you…" Her eyes go huge and she rushes to the passenger side and puts her hands on the hood as if it will stop him getting in. "Wait, are you… are you Dean?" She says his name with a little bit of awe. For a second he thinks about her saying it that way while naked and underneath him, but he blinks that thought away and winks.
"Like I said, I'll see you around." He slides into the car and turns her on, waiting for Avery to step back before pulling off the street and circling the block. He could have walked, but that would ruin the surprise, so he parks in front of the building Avery had indicated, lucking out with a spot just big enough for him almost directly in front of the entry. He gets out and leans against the passenger side door to wait, checking his watch. If he's coming directly from class, he should be here any minute. Dean just hopes Avery hasn't already called to let him know Dean's here. He watches the students walking past as they wait, more than a few of them watching him back. A group of giggling girls walks past checking him out, and he tips his head to them, but doesn't give them more attention than that.
He looks down the street and grins, seeing the scruffy black head he's been waiting to see for over a year. Cas is looking down at his phone, frowning in confusion, and almost walks right past him, but he looks up just in time and freezes in the middle of the sidewalk. "Dean?"
"Hey Cas," Dean greets him, stretching his arm over the hood of the Impala to pat her shiny black surface. "Check out my baby; isn't she sweet?"
Cas doesn't even seem to see the car. His eyes are focused razor-sharp on Dean, taking every detail of him in. Dean can't help looking back. Cas is still shorter than Dean by half a head, but he looks less juvenile now, his features having sharpened a little. And there's stubble on his jaw. His lips are still as pink as ever, and Dean has to resist the urge to pull him in by his ridiculous argyle sweater and kiss him senseless. Cas, apparently, doesn't have these qualms. One second Dean's eying the band logo peeking out of the cardigan, the next Cas is right up in his personal space and kissing him like he needs it more than breathing. Dean fumbles back against the car and grabs onto his waist and kisses back, groaning as Cas bites his bottom lip and licks his way into his mouth. Cas' fingers dig into his hair, pulling his head down so he doesn't have to tiptoe up to reach him, and Dean's fingers clench in the back of his sweater.
They stand there, kissing, for what feels like forever before Cas finally lets his mouth go and smiles up at him. "Hello," he breathes.
Dean grins back, squeezing his waist. "Hello yourself."
"What are you doing here?"
"I finally got the weekend off, and I came straight here as soon as I could."
Cas' fingers trail down his neck to play with the collar of his shirt. "I've missed you as well."
Dean watches Cas play with the buttons on his shirt, content to have him here, standing between his legs with the Impala at their back. Cas looks up at him again, smiling like he can't stop himself. It's a big contrast from his usual stoicism, and Dean would find it weird if it didn't light Cas' face up so bright Dean can't physically look away from him. Cas cocks his head to the side, brows knitting even though he's still grinning. "If you're here, does that mean you..."
Dean grins, pulling the piece of paper out of his back pocket and flashing it to Cas. "Yep, read 'em and weep. That shit took time, but you were right. It was worth it."
Cas takes the paper from him and examines it with a satisfied smile. "I knew you were smart enough to do this. Thank you, Dean." He's still smiling as he looks up at Dean, and Dean's heart stutters in his chest. "Are you staying, then?" Cas asks in a soft, husky voice. He folds the certificate back up and tucks it into Dean's breast pocket for him.
"Yeah, if that's okay. Not for too long, though. I can't leave Dad and Sammy alone together for more than a few days without them killing each other."
"I don't have a lot of space, but you don't mind sleeping on the floor for a night or two, right? Come on, get your bag, and I'll show you my room." He steps back, re-adjusting his bag on his shoulder. Dean gets his duffel out of the trunk, careful not to let Cas see the false bottom. As much as he hates lying to Cas, he's not ready to tell him about hunting yet. He turns to Cas and follows him into the building, eyes glued to his pink-trousered ass. He has absolutely no intention of sleeping on the floor.
"I met your friend Avery," he says as they walk up two flights of stairs.
"Yes, I was reading a very confusing text message from her about meeting my 'hot piece of ass' when I saw you. I didn't know what she was talking about."
Dean doesn't ask what a text message is. "I saw her on the street and asked her for directions to the building." He smirks, knowing this is going to piss Cas off. "She hit on me."
Cas' fingers clench on the banister before he relaxes. "She didn't know who you were. I can't say that she wouldn't try again even knowing. You turned her down, I take it?"
"Of course I did. She might be a juicy steak, but you're a bacon-wrapped cheeseburger, sweetheart. There's no contest."
Cas stops on the stairs and turns a glare on Dean. "Do not call me sweetheart."
"Why not? I call everyone sweetheart," Dean asks in confusion. Standing a step above him, Cas is at eye-level with Dean and practically pressed into his chest with how narrow the steps are.
"Exactly. It loses any meaning it might have had as an endearment."
"Can I call you baby, then? I only call the Impala that, and you know how much she means to me."
Cas studies him for a moment and nods. "That would be acceptable."
"Awesome." Cas is leaning in to kiss him when a feminine voice calls to him from above.
"I guess you found him, then. Or he found you?" They look up to see Avery hopping down the stairs, smiling brightly.
"Yes, Dean was waiting for me in front of the building. I would introduce you, but it appears you've met."
"Not formally. Hi there, I'm Avery Wells." She holds out her hand and Dean shakes it.
"Dean Winchester."
She looks him over again, smirking. "Yes, I know. Cas has told me a lot about you, and I have to say, he did not give your hotness enough credit. His voice might have gotten all low and gravely when he talked about you, but I was not prepared for it. At all." Cas' fingers clench on his shirt—and Dean hadn't even noticed Cas grabbing onto it—when she steps onto his step and right into his personal space, giving him a heated once-over. "Are you really sure you don't want to see my room?" There's a sparkle of amusement in her eyes that makes Dean think she might be teasing.
"Again, as tempting as that sounds, Cas was just about to touch me in my no-no place, so if you'll excuse us, we're going to go up to his room and do that. Right, Cas?"
"Yes, Dean. We'll talk to you later, Avery." Cas pulls Dean up the rest of the staircase by his lapel and brings him to a thick oak door down the hall, letting him go long enough to unlock it before pulling him inside and kissing him dizzy. Dean drops the duffel just inside the door and kicks it closed with his foot. Within minutes they're sprawled out on the bed, Dean's hips nestled between Cas' spread thighs, kissing each other breathless.
They make out until late afternoon, ignoring three knocks to Cas' door and four phone calls to his cell. By the time Cas finally lets him go, it's past five and they're both starving.
"I saw a couple cool bars around the neighborhood while I was looking for the dorm. Wanna go get a drink?"
Cas smiles up at him, chin resting on his breastbone, his stubble scratching Dean's skin pleasantly. "I'd love to, but they're strict about selling alcohol to minors here. There's a diner on State that sells amazing burgers. We could get dinner."
Dean runs his fingers through Cas' hair and smiles. "Use your fake id, dude. No one will question it."
"I don't have a fake id."
Dean sits up as far as he can with Cas laying on his chest. "What do you mean; you don't have a fake id? You're in college, for fuck's sake. Isn't that like… a requirement?"
"Apparently not, since I got in."
"Well, we'll make you one. I have a camera in the trunk we can use to take a picture. We'll have to go to Walgreens to get it developed, but I should have the rest of what I need in the car."
"You can forge ids? But that's illegal."
"Dude, I can do a lot of things you don't want to know about. Forging shit's just the tip of the iceberg." He gently pushes Cas off him with a quick kiss and reaches for his shirt, which somehow ended up on the floor.
"I do not feel comfortable forging an id."
"Come on, Cas. Live a little. Don't you want to get me drunk and have your wicked way with me?" He waggles his eyebrows, which only earns him an eye roll and a light punch in the chest as Cas gets up, too, and picks his t-shirt up from the end of the bed.
"I don't have to get you drunk to have my way with you."
"No, but doesn't it sound fun anyway?"
Cas admits that it sort of does, and they climb into the Impala to find the closest Walgreens. An hour later, Cas has a new id photo and Dean's brought his forging equipment to Cas' room. He's hunched over Cas' desk with a pair of tweezers and one of the pictures when someone knocks on the door. Cas answers and lets Avery and two guys in, introducing them to Dean as Joren and Neil. Avery is on Dean like a moth to flame as soon as she gets in the room, despite the visible hickey on Dean's neck that hadn't been there three hours ago and the very rumpled state of both the bed and Castiel. He ignores her in favor of finishing Castiel's id. He wants a beer, and he wants Cas sitting next to him when he finally gets it. Besides, he knows she's only teasing him, and maybe Cas a little, too.
The guys are impressed with his forging skills, offering to pay him for ids of their own to replace the shitty ones they have now that only work in dark alley clubs, and then only half the time. Avery already has a good one, which doesn't surprise Dean in the least. The three of them end up coming with Dean and Cas to the bar the guys have successfully used their ids in before, and soon Dean is sitting at a high table with Cas next to him and a beer in his hand. Avery turns out to be hilarious when she isn't trying to hit on Dean, and he starts to see why Cas likes her so much. He talks to Joren about the Impala—and the weird foreign dude actually knows what he's talking about—and teaches Cas how to play pool with Neil. Cas is uncomfortably good at pool, even when they get so hammered they're stumbling back eight blocks to the dorm.
Dean's had too much to drink, he knows, and he's all hands when it comes to Cas, which he would care about if Cas wasn't so damn cute drunk. Besides, Cas is cold despite his three layers and that damn trench coat of his, and burrowing into Dean's side seems to be his solution to the problem. Or possibly he's too drunk to walk upright on his own. Dean can't tell and doesn't feel like figuring it out. He pulls Cas in close and leans down to kiss his neck, and Cas giggles, pulling away a little. "Stop, tickles… Mmm, Dean…" Cas' hand travels over Dean's stomach under his shirt, then down past the waist of his jeans and into his boxers.
Dean yelps, not expecting the reach-around. "Cas!" he shouts, eying Joren walking next to them, oblivious in his own drunken stumbling. Cas just keeps giggling and buries his face in Dean's shoulder. His fingers curl around Dean's dick, and pump a few times before Dean has to pry his wrist up and out. "Dude, I have to get you inside, like now."
"Mmm, I want to get you naked and lick you all over," Cas says in his ear, a little too loud to really be considered whispering. Dean coughs and has to blink really fast to keep his vision from blurring because he hasn't even seen Cas without his pants on and now that's all he can think about.
"Whoa, there, too much info, Cas!" Neil calls from behind them, laughing.
"Fuck off, Neil," Cas snaps back, glaring at him over Dean's shoulder.
Finally, they reach the dorm and tumble through the doors. The night clerk eyes them with exasperation, but doesn't comment as they wander over to the elevator and lumber in in a pile of limbs. Avery is laughing at them so hard she's bending over, and Neil is protesting loudly, but Cas doesn't appear to care because he's pushed Dean up against the elevator wall and is kissing him. Dean slides his hands in the back pockets of Cas' pants and squeezes his ass, returning the kiss without care for being watched by the others. In a minute, they're being pushed out of the elevator and somehow make it to the end of the hall to Cas' door and inside before Cas starts pulling his jacket off and pushing him onto the bed.
Dean helps him, happy to get them both naked as soon as physically possible. Cas straddles him shirtless, sucking on his bottom lip. His fingers clamp onto Dean's nipples and tug until Dean makes a loud noise he refuses to call a whimper. The pleasure is blinding. Dean feels dizzy as he digs his fingers into Cas' shoulder blades and pulls him flush, lifting his hips up to rub against Cas. Cas grinds down on him, hard, moaning under his hands. His hips move fast and strong until Dean can't take it anymore and his vision goes white as he comes all over his and Cas' stomachs.
Cas grins against his mouth, drags a finger through the cum on his stomach, and brings it to his lips, licking it off with a gleam in his eye. Dean growls and picks him up, flipping him onto his back on the bed and tugging his pants off. Cas leans back, giggling until Dean has him naked. He snatches a handful of Dean's hair and pulls him up tight, face turning to stone. "I want you to make me come and then clean it up with your tongue."
A shiver runs down Dean's spine and he nods, wincing at the extra pull Cas gives his hair. It's sort of awesome having Cas order him around. He wraps his hand around Cas' dick and pulls up experimentally. He's never actually touched another guy's dick before, but it doesn't feel as weird as he thought it would. He plays with it, watching as Cas twitches above him and writhes when he does something particularly pleasant. He reaches down with his tongue, curious, and flicks it over the wet head. The pre-cum tastes slimy and a little salty, but it doesn't stop Dean from licking again, longer this time and it makes Cas whine under him. He takes another lick, then another, until Cas is grabbing on the pillow and crying out loud enough for his neighbor to hear. Dean grins, happy to make Cas happy, and sucks the head into his mouth. The skin is soft and a little squishy in his mouth, and he sort of likes the way it feels sliding over his tongue.
He loses himself in taking Cas to pieces, bobbing his head over Cas' dick until Cas is a shivering mess. "Fuck, Dean, I'm gonna…" he manages to gasp out just as he explodes in Dean's mouth. Dean pulls off, watching Cas' wrecked expression as he comes. Cas is still trembling under his hands as he starts to lick him clean, just as Cas ordered. Eventually, Cas comes back to reality and smiles down at Dean, running fingers through his hair as Dean licks up every last bit of cum on his skin. Dean presses kisses into his throat, up his chin, to his lips. Cas makes a face for a second before kissing him back, wrapping an ankle around his hip.
Dean pulls away first to look down at Cas, pupils still blown with arousal and hair completely crazy. "You're not gonna make me sleep on the floor now, are you?"
Cas rolls his eyes and pushes Dean's chest. "No, Dean, I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor."
"Awesome. You're awesome."
"Am I?" Cas asks, smiling as Dean kisses him again.
"Yeah, baby, you're totally awesome." Dean murmurs as he keeps pressing kisses to Cas' lips. A while later, Dean settles into Cas' side, head on his shoulder. Cas combs fingers through his hair, turning to kiss his forehead. "Worth the long wait?" Dean asks, brushing fingers down Cas' side.
"Definitely."
Dean wakes to the obnoxious sound of his phone, muffled in his jacket across the room. He hates that ringtone, but he can't figure out how to change it, and Sam thinks it's hilarious, so he won't help. He ignores it and crowds closer to Cas, tightening his hold on his waist and burying his nose in Cas' hair. Cas smells like alcohol and sex and apples, and Dean wants to eat him a little bit. He's not completely sure he isn't still drunk on Cas' taste from last night. Cas makes an unhappy noise and shifts backwards, curling into Dean. "Your phone is annoying."
"Yeah, it is," Dean grumbles into his shoulder.
"Are you going to answer it?"
"Not if it means I have to get up." The phone stops only long enough for them to both have started to drift back off before it's ringing again. Dean curses under his breath and slips out of bed, walking on unsteady legs over to his jacket and rifling through the pockets until he finds the noisy fucker and opens it. "Yeah?"
"Why aren't you answering your phone, boy?"
Dean groans and rubs at his face. The last thing he wants to do is talk to his dad at… fuck, 6:12AM while he's hung over and naked in Cas' dorm room. "I was sleeping."
"Well, you're awake now, and I need you here. I found a case and I can't take Sam with me."
"We've been working for three months without a break. You said you'd give me a week," he complains, sitting heavily on the bed. Cas' hand presses into his lower back as he shifts closer in bed.
"A skinwalker's killing people in Minnesota. You want me to let them die while you play house with some kid in Chicago?"
Dean knuckles at his eye and sighs. "I didn't tell you where I was going, Dad."
"I know you, kid. No way you weren't going to see that boyfriend of yours. Don't think we won't be talking about this when I'm done with the skinwalker."
"Cas isn't my… fine, yeah. I'll be there as soon as I can." He hangs up and drops the phone to the carpet to stare at it for several minutes. Cas strokes his back.
"I take it you have to leave?"
"Yeah, Dad's got a job, and he needs me to take care of Sammy while he's gone," Dean answers, turning to Cas, who pulls him back into bed. Dean doesn't exactly stop him.
"I don't suppose you could bring Sam back here? I'd love to see him."
"I'd love to, but Sammy's still got school, and he's bound and determined to stay in the same one until the end of the school year. He's already yelled himself hoarse about it. I don't want to open that can of worms again." Dean settles into the pillow and runs his fingers down Cas' side.
"You'll come back when you can, right?"
"Yeah, of course. Maybe we can take a road trip this summer? Drive to Seattle or maybe down to New Orleans for a week?"
"I like that idea. I like seeing you in the Impala. You look so… right, there, at home. It's nice."
Dean smiles and kisses him, pushing him onto his back to press him into the mattress. "It's nice here, too. Wish I could stay."
Cas smiles up at him, warm and perfect as he slides his feet up the back of Dean's thighs and plays with his hair like he couldn't stop touching him if he tried. Dean knows the feeling. "I guess I could stay ten more minutes. Dad won't know the difference, right?" He doesn't let Cas answer, just kisses him breathless and buries himself in Cas' mouth for a little while longer.
Dean is hunched over a book on water creatures when John walks in covered in dried blood and muck. He zeroes in on Dean and glares. "Where's your brother?"
"The library," Dean answers, tensing up.
"Good. I'm taking a shower, and then you and I are going to talk about your little friend." He walks past, and Dean hears the shower running. Dean stares at the page in front of him, but all he can concentrate on is the buzzing noise getting louder inside his head. A few excruciating minutes later, John is out of the bathroom dressed in clean clothes, and is looming over Dean. Dean doesn't look up, but the silence ways heavy on his shoulders. He cracks after three excruciating minutes.
"Castiel isn't my boyfriend. He's just my friend. Last I checked, the world didn't end over a hunter having a non-hunter friend. He has no idea what we do or what goes bump in the night or any of it. He's just a normal guy who I happen to like." He stops, plays back what he's just said in his head. "As a friend. I'm not gay."
John leans over the table to stare at Dean menacingly. "You look pretty queer to me every time you pick that phone up, boy. I raised you with more sense than that. The first rule of hunting: you don't have friends."
"I thought the first rule of hunting was 'Don't get killed'," Dean says before he can stop himself. It earns him a hard slap.
"Don't you sass me, boy. You might not be a kid anymore, but I can still kick your ass."
"Yes, sir. I just don't get what the problem is, I guess. You've got Bobby and Pastor Jim. Why can't I have Cas?"
"Castiel isn't a hunter. Bobby and Pastor Jim are hunters; I can call them if I need back-up. They don't distract me from the job."
"Cas doesn't distract me. I went to see him on my break, and I came back as soon as you asked me to, didn't I?"
"You argued about it."
"I was hungover and tired. It wasn't about Cas."
John stared long and hard, hands clenched on the table in front of him. Dean has to concentrate not to fidget. Finally, John straightens. "You haven't been picking up as many girls lately."
"I've been busy hunting! With you!"
"That's never stopped you before."
"I've never been hunting full-time before. You haven't given me a break since my birthday, and that was four months ago. I barely have time to sleep."
"Excuses."
"Fine, I'll go to the bar and pick up a chick tonight. You're back now, and we're not leaving for at least another week. Sammy's still got school."
John grunts and walks over to the bed and stretches out. "Go ahead. Get that boy out of your head before he poisons you."
Dean squeezes the book he hadn't even realized he was still holding until his knuckles are white. He manages to stay quiet. It wouldn't fix anything to kick and scream like Sammy does.
Jeannie Benson is blonde and pretty, and she couldn't say yes fast enough when he suggested they find somewhere more private. He makes sure John sees them leaving the bar together.
Rhonda Hurley is dark-haired and blue-eyed and makes him try on her panties. They're pink. And satiny. And Dean's not sure if he likes wearing them more or her ordering him to wear them. Or possibly both. She reminds him a little of Cas. He spends the weekend in her dorm and doesn't wear anything but the panties the whole time.
Ashleigh Wright likes the Impala more than she likes Dean, but she still puts out in the backseat, so he doesn't care. It's not the best sex he's ever had, but John doesn't narrow his eyes later when he catches Dean on the phone with Cas, so it's worth it.
Gretchen Moore is the unfortunate victim of a vengeful spirit. She is very grateful for Dean's help. Very grateful.
Nancy Krei is a mother of two and, frankly, old enough to be Dean's mother. But she gives awesome head, and she's willing to let him try anal on her. She also doesn't mind when he tells her about Cas and how he thinks he might be bisexual. She offers to call a friend of hers who's also bisexual for a threesome. Dean's hesitant at first, worried that his dad might find out, and also that he might be cheating on Cas if he has sex with another guy. Not that they're in any way exclusive, and not that he hasn't already told Cas he's sleeping with women or why. It just feels a bit more like a betrayal this way. He decides not to do anal with the guy and agrees. Frank's in his thirties and hot as fuck, and it takes all of Dean's willpower not to agree to Frank fucking him when Frank buries three fingers in his ass. Instead, he blows Frank while fucking Nancy, and it's not quite as awesome as blowing Cas, but it's still not gross.
Keri Byrne gives him shit from the moment he steps up next to her at the bar, and he doesn't think he's going to get her number. Which is why he's surprised when she asks him to take her home an hour later. The sex is… aggressive. And kind of awesome. She shoves him onto his hands and knees and spanks him before licking his hole and fingering him until he almost comes, before pushing him onto his back and riding him like a fucking pro. He hasn't been this turned on since he had Cas naked underneath him. It's a good thing when she kicks him out two hours later without giving him her number because he might have been tempted to call her for another round.
Lindsey Smith is a disappointment coming off of Keri. She makes pornstar noises and likes to watch herself in the mirror as Dean takes her from behind. He barely takes time to throw the condom away before he's getting dressed and out the door.