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 in a Car, Car Sex, Sex in the Impala, Bathroom Sex, Hand Jobs, light dom/sub play, Homophobic Language, Homophobia
Chapter Summary: Castiel gets exciting news at work, has an entertaining conversation with Dean, and spends an interesting Christmas at home.
Author's Note: Unbetaed chapter for now. I apologize for this chapter taking as long as it has for me to post. If you also follow me on ao3 or tumblr, you know that I took a month-long break from this story in order to fulfill other writing commitments. I am also having a frustrating time finding a reliable (or rather any) beta for this story, and it is becoming increasingly uncomfortable for me to post chapters with only my own editing. I have chapter eight written and completed, but am VERY reluctant to post it next Sunday without having the benefit of a beta for it. If any of my lovely readers would be interested in assisting me in this matter, I would be forever grateful for the help.
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There is a certain meditative quality to his work at the library, even though he is the lowest rung on the employee ladder. He knows there will come a time when he fields the questions that result in un-shelved books, but for now he is content to put the remains of research projects finished and not back in their rightful places. He finds pleasure in fulfilling a necessary duty, giving order to chaos. He finds himself thinking of Dean often, creating little fantasies in his head of what life would be like if Dean were to stop traveling and settle into life in Chicago with Castiel. He wonders what it would be like to look up from his shelving cart to find Dean standing at the end of the aisle, watching him with a sexy smile and a cock of his hip against the nearest shelf.
He spends the entire morning's worth of shelving indulging this fantasy, imagining what it would be like to cook dinner with Dean pressed up against his back, stealing tastes of everything with a sly grin and warm kisses to the back of Cas' neck. Waking up to Dean half-sprawled on top of him every morning, hair mussed, face wrinkled from the press of his pillow. Dean coming home covered in grease and sweat and not able to wait long enough to even wash his hands before he has Castiel pushed up against the front door, kissing him so deep he can feel his toes curl in his shoes just thinking about it.
Castiel is only brought out of his thoughts when he reaches for another book to put away and comes up empty-handed. He looks down at the cart and snorts. He'd been so distracted he hadn't even noticed he was finished. He takes the cart downstairs using the staff elevator, humming to himself and hoping his half-hard-on won't be noticeable. It is gone by the time the doors open, and he pushes the cart into the back. He pauses in his path to the empty cart depot in the Circulation office at the sound of his name coming from the open door of the Head of Circulation. He pokes his head into the doorway, finding Margot sitting at her desk with a welcoming smile. "Yes?" he asks, hesitant. Margot almost never speaks to him unless there is some sort of problem with a missing book (which thankfully has yet to be his fault) or policy change he needs to be aware of.
"I was hoping I would catch you before the end of your shift. Come and sit, please, and close the door." She does not appear upset by anything, but that does not stop him from worrying as he takes a cautious seat in one of the visitor chairs in front of her desk.
"Have I done something wrong?" he asks, unable to hide the worry in his voice.
"Oh, no, no, exactly the opposite actually. When we first interviewed you, you expressed a desire to pursue academic librarianship as a career. I was wondering if that desire had changed at all, now that you've been working in an academic library for more than a year?"
Castiel shakes his head, still confused. "No, working here has only helped to reaffirm my wish to work in this field."
"Excellent! I am very pleased to hear it. I don't know if you've been made aware that Adam is leaving to pursue a research position at the hospital, beginning at the winter holidays?"
"I did not know that. I will have to give him my congratulations."
"Yes, he's very excited. His leaving, though, will leave a gap in our Circulation staff. I was thinking that you might want to take over his position. You have proven yourself to be an intelligent, reliable employee, and I am certain you would be able to fulfill the required duties with the proper training. It would mean an increase in hours, though, as well as a slight increase in pay."
Castiel resisted the urge to jump up and down like an idiot in jubilation. He had been expecting a reprimand, and instead was being offered a promotion! He did his best to tone down his enthusiasm as he gave his answer. "Thank you. This is an incredible compliment to my abilities. Yes, I would love the opportunity to become a circulation clerk." There, he only sounded a little bit like a complete idiot.
"Oh good, I was hoping you would agree. Your training will start after finals are over, and then you will begin working the circ desk starting after the new year."
"Will I have access to the new schedule beforehand, so that I can adjust any courses I'm registered for in case there are conflicts?"
"Yes, definitely. I will get you a copy of the schedule as soon as I've figured it out. A few of the other clerks have requested shift changes, so I will be shifting everything around to accommodate them. I should have it done by the end of the week. Does that give you enough time to change anything if you need to?"
"Yes, that should be fine. Thank you very much for this opportunity. I know you won't regret giving it to me."
"I know I won't, either. You're an excellent employee, Castiel, and I know you'll be an excellent librarian some day. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
"I won't. Thank you, again." He stands up, sensing his dismissal, and holds his hand out to her. Margot stands up to shake it, smiling at him in a proud way that reminds him vaguely of his mother. He says goodbye and slips out, unable to hold back his grin as soon as his back is to the open doorway. He wheels his cart back to the cart depot and finds another, already planning the chain of phone calls he will have to make as soon as he's done with his shift.
"Dude, Cas, have you seen Doctor Sexy, M. D. yet? I caught the tail-end of an episode last week, and dude, I'm hooked." This is what greets Castiel as he answers his phone one Thursday evening a few weeks before Christmas. The enthusiasm in Dean's voice is unsurprising—Castiel has found that Dean is frequently excited about pop culture—but what a 'Dr. Sexy, M.D.' is Castiel can only begin to fathom.
"I am unfamiliar with this Dr. Sexy. Is it a comic book?" he asks, shifting the phone from his right to his left ear as he turns the stove on and begins heating water for pasta. Neil wanders into the kitchen behind him and buries his fluffy head in the fridge.
"It's a tv show. Seriously, Cas, how are you still not watching tv? Don't you have one in the apartment?"
"Yes, Avery has a television in the living room, but I rarely watch it. Nothing I've watched with Avery or Neil seemed particularly interesting."
"Well, I think you'll like it. Avery probably only watches MTV, and everything Neil likes is stupid anyway. Dr. Sexy is awesome. Dr. Palmer is the main character, and he's hot—not as hot as you, but you know, close. He wears cowboy boots, and he has sex with all these hot lady doctors and nurses all over the hospital. It's totally hot. I'm gonna bring it over the next time I'm in town, and we're watching."
"If it means that I will get to see you, I can agree to those terms. I doubt that I will pay attention to the show, though."
"Dude, were you listening? It's awesome."
Castiel smiles to himself. "Yes, your description was compelling. However, you bringing the show here will mean that you are here, in which case I will be far too busy getting you naked and distracting you with fellatio to bother paying attention."
"DUDE!" Neil snaps in protest, head whipping out from behind the open refrigerator door.
Castiel gives him a disinterested eyebrow raise. He can hear Dean sputtering on the other end. "If you do not like what you hear, then perhaps you should not eavesdrop on other people's phone conversations, hmm?" he says to Neil.
"Kinda hard not to listen when we're in the same room, dude."
"Go away or you get no spaghetti," Castiel says, shooing his roommate away with the wet wooden spoon. Neil walks away pouting, and Castiel is left with a satisfying smirk, a pot of boiling water, and a boyfriend blustering into his ear. "What were we talking about, again?" Castiel prompts as he dumps a box of noodles into the water, stepping back quickly to avoid being burned by the splash.
"I don't remember. I'm still thinking about you uh… doing that thing you just said." His tone indicates that Sam must be in the room, a fact that makes Cas smile. He enjoys teasing Dean when he cannot relieve himself or reciprocate.
"Sucking your cock, you mean? I can describe it if you'd like. I'd get on my knees on the floor in front of you and use my hands to open up your fly, and then I'd…"
"Cas, Jesus, Sammy's in the room."
"I apologize. Was I making you uncomfortable by describing how I would lick your hard cock until it was nice and wet before shoving it all the way down my throat?" He had to hold back a laugh at the strained grunt Dean let out.
"Great, now I've got a boner. Not cool. I'm hanging up on you now."
"But, Dean, I was merely trying to describe to you how I would worship your big, hard—"
"Thanks, yeah, I got it. Talk to you later." The definitive click of the other end of the line made Cas cackle like a demented hyena until Avery wandered into the room to check that he was okay.
Castiel had thought when he brought his car to school that he would use it to drive home more regularly, but life—and more inconveniently the increase in difficulty of his classes—had gotten in his way, and this is only his second visit home of the semester. Claire and Amelia are standing on the porch when he pulls up to the house, Claire bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement. "Castiel!" she shouts as she rushes down the porch steps as soon as their mother gives her the okay. Castiel has not even finished opening the door before he has an armful of five-year-old. He might have seen her last month, but he is still having trouble adjusting to how tall she had gotten, her eyes now just shy of reaching his car door window. "I'm so excited you're home, Castiel!"
"I am, as well. It's good to see you, Bear. Can you let me out of the car, though, so I can hug you for real?" he asks, struggling to swing his legs out from under the wheel to pry himself out of the car. Claire doesn't do much to help, but eventually he is out and picking up all thirty-five pounds of his littlest sister. She squeezes him tight with arms and legs wrapped around him and kisses his cheeks with sticky lips. "Drinking too much juice again, I see. How are you, Bear?" he asks, squeezing her back. She starts telling him all about learning to read her first book, of which he is extremely proud, as he closes his car door and walks up to the house.
Their mother is waiting for them with a warm hug and a kiss to his cheek as well. "Welcome home, baby. Were the roads alright?" she asks.
Castiel drops his little sister to his feet to give his mother a better hug, all his muscles relaxing under her comforting embrace. "The drive was uneventful. I'm glad to be home."
"We're glad you're home, too. Come inside. I have hot cocoa for you, and we made cookies. I'll send your brothers out for your things. Did you bring your laundry?"
"Yes, I hope that's alright. The machines downstairs are expensive and sometimes leave an orange film on my clothes."
"Sweetie, if it meant you came home more often, I'd let you bring your laundry home every weekend."
Castiel pulls away from his mother's arms with a wince. "I'm sorry I've visited so infrequently. My classes are much more difficult this semester, and I have had to spend a great deal more time studying."
"It's okay, sweetie, we're just happy to see you. And you're staying for over a week, aren't you?"
"Yes. I don't have to go back until after New Years."
"Excellent. Come inside, it's getting cold. Come along, Claire. Thomas, Phillip, come get your brothers things from his car!" she calls into the house as she leads Castiel inside, Claire trailing behind them.
"Don't shake the presents!" Castiel calls after them as his brothers run past with mischievous smirks and barely a hello. Within ten minutes, he is ensconced in the kitchen with a cup of hot cocoa, and it is as though he had never left.
Three days later, he is curled up on the couch in the living room, telling Dean about his Christmas plans. It is well past the time everyone else has gone to bed, and so the Christmas tree is his only light. "My sister' is back from Georgetown. She just got in this morning. She's cut her hair very short and lost quite a bit of weight. I almost didn't recognize her at first," he says, remembering his first shock at seeing Christine so changed. She'd been wearing make-up—something their father had never permitted her to do while at home—and the dark eye eyeliner alone had completely changed the shape of her face. Combined with the weight loss and the haircut, he'd had to do a double-take.
"Is she hot?"
"Dean! She's my sister. I might as well ask you if Sam is attractive."
"He isn't. You know that, you've seen him. He's goofy looking."
"Not the point. I'm not telling you if my sister is 'hot'. I don't even like that word."
"You like it when I call you hot."
"I like it when you call me a lot of things," Cas answers, pulling at a loose string on his pajamas pants with a faint blush.
"Yeah? Like what?"
Cas sighs in exasperation and shakes his head. "We're not doing this here, Dean. My family may be asleep, but they're still in the house."
"Never stopped you with Neil or Avery. "
"Neither Neil nor Avery are particularly religious, and they both know about our relationship. Do you remember when I said you couldn't kiss me in my family's house? This counts."
"You're no fun. So, I don't get to make you cum for the whole time you're home? "
The blush is for a very different reason now, and Castiel has to squirm in his seat to adjust for his beginning arousal. "Dean, stop."
There is a quiet chuckle on the other end. "Okay, Captain, whatever you say."
"What are your plans for Christmas?"
"Nothing, we don't do Christmas."
"What, no Christmas? Why not?"
"No point? We're not religious, and it's not like we can fit a Christmas tree in a motel room. We used to do it when Sam and I were little, when we could afford it. Man, Dad brought home this beer can wreath one year that was awesome! But now it's kinda pointless."
"Beer can wreath? Sounds… charming…"
Dean laughs. "You would have hated it, but I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I wonder if I could find another one of those… Sammy'd probably think it was cool."
Somehow Castiel doubts it, but he lets Dean keep talking as he yawns and rests his head on the arm of the couch. Dean's voice 9s like a soothing ocean breeze, perfect for lulling him to sleep. He only wishes Dean were here to hold him as he talked.
"You still with me, babe?" he hears Dean ask. He blinks, finding that he had dropped off momentarily.
"I apologize. My brothers woke me up rather early this morning to help them muck out the chicken coup. I'm unused to the physical labor."
"Should I just call you tomorrow?"
"No, I like listening to your voice. It's soothing."
"Soothing, huh? You must be tired. I'm letting you go. Go to bed. Give Claire-bear a hug for me."
"I will, though I don't know if she still remembers you. Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Aren't you gonna be busy doing whatever people do on Christmas Eve ?"
"Yes, but I always have time for you. I might even be able to find time to take the car into town and find a nice quiet back-alley to call you from. As an early present."
Dean's groan of appreciation is just what Castiel was hoping for. "That sounds so dirty I think I need a shower. I can't wait."
"Good. Sleep well."
"Night, babe." Castiel ends the call with a satisfied smile and strokes the phone with his thumb. His eyes shoot to the doorway at the sound of a creaking floorboard. His stomach drops into his lap. His older sister is leaning against the doorway.
"Who's Dean?" Christine asks, an eyebrow raised.
Castiel sits up and pushes the phone into his pajamas pocket as if to hide the evidence. "Christine, I didn't… see you there. Is anyone else still up?"
"Nope. I was just getting a glass of water and heard you talking. So, who's Dean?" she asks again, walking over and sitting next to him on the couch and pulling her legs up to sit criss-cross facing him.
"Dean's my…" He hesitates, not sure he should admit this, even to his sister. She had accepted his coming out, but telling someone you're gay is much different than telling them you're sleeping with another man. He looks down at his pajamas. "Dean's my boyfriend."
"You've got a boyfriend? Congratulations! Where did you meet him? How long have you been dating? What's he like? Tell me everything," Christine insists, grinning at him. He's taken aback by her enthusiasm.
"You're not uncomfortable with my dating another man?"
"Cas, you told me you were gay like four years ago. Besides being a little surprised it took you this long, I don't see anything wrong with it. Now give me all the details."
"Okay…" He thought about it, not sure where he should start. He'd been hiding his relationship with Dean from his family for so long. While this wasn't like telling his parents, it was still a little daunting. "Well, I met Dean at school. Uh, well, not college. High school. He and his brother transfered to Truman High during Dean and I's senior year."
"You've known this guy for three years?!"
"Yes?"
"And you didn't tell me? What the hell? I tell you everything!"
"Everything?" Castiel raises his eyebrows, skeptical.
"Okay, so I didn't tell you about losing my virginity right away. Sorry. Back to Dean. You haven't been dating him this whole time, have you?"
"Sort of? Dean's family moves around a lot. In fact, they were only at Truman High for a little over a month before they moved. Dean and I agreed to have an open long-distance relationship."
"You're in an 'open relationship'? What does that mean?"
"While Dean is away, we are both free to pursue any physical relationships we so desire. When we are together, we are exclusively each other's. We have also promised to remain emotionally faithful to one another. Neither of us is allowed to pursue a relationship that could somehow emotionally compromise our own relationship. It's worked out well so far."
"Wait, so you're allowed to have sex with other guys when he's not around, as long as they don't buy you dinner first?" Christine looks dismayed by this.
"No, not exactly. My sexual activity has almost exclusively been experienced with Dean, and I am still a virgin to partnered penetrative sex. Dean does it, I believe, with women. We have a rule against talking about it with each other, so I do not know for a fact. He does frequently pick women up at bars, though, I know."
"And you're okay with that?"
"Not as such, but Dean is in a far more difficult situation than I am. Dean's father is as opposed to homosexuality as our family is, if not more. They live in close quarters due to their frequent moves, and he already suspects our relationship. Dean sleeps with women to appease his father so that he does not lash out. To be honest, I believe he's an abusive alcoholic, but I've never quite been able to come out and ask Dean about it. There have been… incidents, though, enough that I can content myself with the situation as long as it means that Dean is safe."
Christine still looks skeptical. "If his dad is such an asshole, why doesn't he just leave?"
"Dean does not wish to leave his younger brother, Sam. He is very protective of his brother. He often gets in the way of their father to protect Sam. I have suggested in the past that they both leave, but Dean is loyal to his father despite the abuse."
"That doesn't make a lot of sense, Cas."
"It does, actually. Abused children are often loyal to their abusive parent. They are manipulated into believing the abuse is done out of love. They are often also, as I believe is true in Dean's case, taught to believe that the only love they are worthy of receiving is that of abuse. Dean does a lot of posturing and prides himself on being perceived as self-confident and strong, but underneath he is deeply self-loathing. I've done a lot of research on the topic, in order to try to help him, but he's very good at deflecting."
This revelation must be too much for Christine to comprehend because her eyes widen comically, and she starts to shake her head as though to clear it. "Cas, I gotta say, this sounds like a huge mess. Is it really worth it to go through this for a guy? Haven't you met anyone… less complicated at school?"
Castiel frowns, not understanding. "I don't want to date anyone 'less complicated'. I love Dean. I wouldn't care if his father was a serial killer. I want to be with him. I've tried dating other people, but no one makes me feel the way Dean does."
"You love him? As in with a capital L?"
"I do not understand what the capitalization of the word has to do with it's emotional intent, but if you are asking me if I am in love with him, then yes, I love him 'with a capital L'." He uses finger quotations, which he knows annoys Christine to no end, but she appears to be too distracted by what he has said to notice.
She takes a deep breath, expression telling Castiel that she hadn't been expecting that. "Okay. I'm going to go make hot cocoa for us, and then you are going to tell me everything about him. I want to know what makes this guy worthy of you." She narrows her eyes, but her lips have curved into a smile so that it isn't intimidating. "Assuming he is, that is. Come on." Castiel trails after her into the kitchen, where they heat milk over the stove and scuffle over the best recipe for cocoa and whether or not marshmallows are appropriate. The light squabbling puts Cas at ease, reassuring him that his sister accepts what he has told her about Dean. When they finally return to the family room and settle on the couch, the conversation is more open and friendly, and Castiel has no problem cataloging all the wonderful parts of Dean without feeling judged. It is a nice release. Talking to Avery about Dean has always been nice, but Avery has never had the understanding of his upbringing that Christine does. And there is something that must be said for being able to unburden himself with at least one of his family members. He might not be ready to come out to his parents, but Christine's easy acceptance of him settles a nervous fluttering in his stomach that he hadn't even realized was there.