The days after the relationship became official were pure bliss. Castiel and Dean were inseparable; holding hands around the office and when no-one was around, curling up on the sofa, going to the Zoo, Art Galleries and Museums, (the Zoo was Dean's idea) and long phone calls on the days they didn't see each other. It drove Gabriel up the wall when Cas was using the phone all night, but he was just happy his baby brother was finally accepting who God made him to be.
Week 3
The couple were curled on the sofa in Dean's apartment, Cas with his head on the model's lap, who was humming a wordless tune whilst playing with the brunet's hair.
"What song is that?" Cas asked, nuzzling in. The sound of heavy rain slapped against the large bay window, which was the reason the pair were lounging around on a Friday afternoon. Dean was supposed to be doing a summer collection shoot for some fashion brand, but it had been rained off; rather ironically.
"Nothing really." Dean replied quietly, which a sigh. "Just a song I was working on."
"You should try and get a record deal."
"I wish it were that simple."
"You are hot, an amazing singer and already famous. How is it difficult?" Cas turned on his side, looking up at the blond who smiled softly, curling Cas's hair around his fingers.
"Because I don't want to sing shitty pop songs. I want to be a rock star and do covers of the music I grew up with and write rock songs, but Charlie thinks it's a bad idea, and it won't sell because 'no- body listens to rock anymore' which is bullshit but gotta listen to her."
"Follow your heart Dean. Do what makes you happy."
"Singing makes me happy…. I only like one pop song, which is Runnin' by Adam Lambert. You heard it?"
"No. Sing it to me." Dean laughed, as Cas sat up and smiled at him. "Sing it to me. Get up and pretend to be on stage. Please?" Dean chuckled again, before jumping up and grabbing the television remote.
"This song is dedicated to the most amazing, handsome and crazy man in the world, my boyfriend Castiel." Cas laughed, clapping him as he put the song on low in the background.
"Steel to my trembling lips
How did the night ever get like this?
One shot and the whiskey goes down, down, down
Bottom of the bottle hits
waking up my mind as I throw a fit
The breakin' is takin' me down, down, down
My heart's beating faster
I know what I'm afterI've been standing here my whole life
Everything I've seen twice
now it's time I realized
it's spinning back around now
On this road I'm crawlin'
save me cause I'm fallin'
now I can't seem to breathe right
cause I keep runnin runnin runnin runnin
runnin runnin runnin runnin!
runnin from my heart!"
Cas just stared at Dean as he sung, his husky tone very much arousing the brunet, which was strange for him. Dean burst into laughter, smiling in his devilishly handsome way, walking over to the stunned Novak.
"What did you thin-" Dean was cut off by Castiel crashing their lips together and pulling Dean on top of him. The kisses were short, fast and passionate; Dean's hands roaming he shorter man's body as Cas's fingers rummaged in his boyfriends blond locks. "Want to tell me what this is about?"
"Your singing turns me on. You singing that song turns me on." Cas pulled Dean's head down, kissing him again, giving Dean access to roam freely in his mouth. The brunet moaned softly as the model's hands travelled down his legs, brushing past his half-hard erection before grinding against it. "Dean…"
"Yeah angel?" Dean whispered, kissing just below the brunet's ear.
"Want…"
"Tell me what you want angel, tell me, and I'll do it for you."
"You. Want you" Castiel kissed Dean again, with even more heat as Dean's hands trailed underneath his t-shirt.
"Want me to what? Fuck you on the couch, spank you? Blow you? Tell me what you want?" Dean loved to tease. He loved it so much; watching Cas squirm, his erection grinding against the blonds leg in need. "Want me to talk dirty to you? Better a good little Christian boy like you would love that?" Castiel moaned, as Dean rubbed his thumb across his nipples, nipping down his neck. "Oh, the things I want to do to you. I want to fuck you on the couch, ass in the air as I fuck it, listening to you scream my name. Get you to suck on my cock, to cum in your mouth. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes…. Dean, oh yes."
"Do you want me to fuck you here? Where a paparazzi helicopter could come and spy on us? Get photographs or even film? Would you like to be filmed taking my cock in your tight little, perfect ass?" Cas just moaned louder, palming his erection in his jean's, pulling at the seam of Dean's shirt, begging in moan's for him to lift it and let Cas enjoy the sight of a models body. "Not yet. Would you want to be filmed? Make a porno? Oh Cas the things I have wanted to do to you since we first met, in that café of yours, I wanted to just pull you over and suck your cock. Just make you cum and make you mine. Want me to tie you up to stop you from pleasuring yourself Castiel? Because I will." Dean pushed Cas's hands, that were in his trousers, above his head, before kissing and licking him some more. "You are such a naughty boy."
"Yes… punish me. Please Dean… want you. Need you." Dean kissed down Cas's body, nuzzling and kissing his covered erection, before sliding back up. He slowly slipped his hand into the brunet's trousers; palm his cock whilst still holding on to his hands, pressing kisses across his face. "Fuck. Oh fuck Dean."
"Should I come back later?" Both men's heads snapped up, (and Dean removed his grip from Cas) looking at the familiar man in the doorway. Sam stared at them. "Castiel?"
"You know him?" Dean asked, as Cas scrambled away. "You know Cas?"
"We go to Church together. Damn it I owe Jess money now." Sam muttered, slowly walking in. "She reckoned you were gay Cas." The brunet was bright red, hiding behind a pillow. "I see Dean has decided to defile you."
"He has done no such thing….. I was impure to start with." Dean smiled softly at Cas, before looking at Sam.
"I have nothing against gay men and women. God created us all equality in my view, and I know Gabriel feels the same way, you have nothing to be afraid of Castiel, but I will keep your secret for you."
"Thank you Sam." Dean smiled at them, pulling Castiel into a hug, who blushed a deeper shade of red, pushing him away playfully. The younger Winchester laughed at the couple, before sitting on the sofa opposite.
After several cups of coffee and small talk about how Dean met Castiel, how Jess was and how the baby should be coming along very soon, Sam made is departure at 9pm, leaving the couple to enjoy the solitude they were having. Dean sat between Cas's legs, his head pressed against his shoulder, humming the tune of Runnin'.
"I'm tired now babe" Cas sighed softly, and Dean huffed.
"It was worth a shot." Cas chuckled, wrapping his arms around the blond. "Cas…. Are you going to come out with me? When the world knows I'm gay, when you tell then I'm gay, will you tell them we're dating?"
"I….. I don't know."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to." Dean muttered something, as he snuggled down further, turning the TV on. Cas only caught the end, pushing Dean off of him. "I'm afraid?"
"Obviously. You have nothing to be afraid of Cas."
"So, my family finding out isn't a big deal!? For fuck sake Dean, I told you I will come out when I am ready! Which will be never!"
"Are you ashamed of yourself? Ashamed of me? Of us?"
"What? No… no. It's just I didn't plan to actually have a relationship with you Dean."
"Oh really? So, what I am a 'pet project'? Something to play with so you can write a crappy column in a magazine!?" Castiel started to protest, but Dean was already driving him out of the flat, hurling more abuse at him. "I am just a pretty face you can play with, get me to spend money on you and when this article is done, I'm history. I'll be sent off and you'll get to be the big journalist you're always wanted! Well you know what, I am going to make sure you go back to the bible belt, you gold-digging twat! I hope you burn in hell, I hate you, you sick twisted freak! And your precious God isn't going to help you because he doesn't help our kind! Start praying to the devil because that is where we are going. I never want to see you again!" With that screamed, Dean slammed to door in his face, leaving a very stunned and shoeless Castiel outside.
Gabriel sat quietly in the café underneath the only light on, his 6th cup of coffee in his shaky hands, staring at the clock. 3 am. Cas should have been home hours ago. He'd tried phoning his brother and Dean but both just rang straight to voicemail. He's fine, He's okay. They're together, Dean is looking after him. Oh God I beg you please let him be alright, Gabriel thought, clasping his hands together to pray.
"Gabe…." Gabriel's head shot up, smiling at Cas before actually looking at him. He was soaking wet, with blood shot eyes and no shoes on. "Sorry I'm late."
"Castiel… Come in, you're soaking wet."
"It started to rain." Gabriel locked the door, leading Cas up to their apartment. Castiel sit on the sofa, letting Gabe wrap him up in a towel and dry his hair like they did when they were kids; Cas was sat on the floor between Gabriel's knee's as Gabriel rubbed his head with a small towel. "Dean hates me. He told me to burn in hell."
"Then he's a jerk."
"Who I love…. He said we're both going to hell."
"No you won't."
"Yes I will."
"God created us all equally Castiel. We were all created in his own image and you were made to fall in love with a man who holds your heart, and Dean is obviously not that man."
"He he doesn't hold my heart."
"Cas, I love you, you're my brother but you are acting like a whiney bitch." Gabriel laughed, before hearing soft sobs underneath the towel. "Hey, I'm sorry."
"I love him so much." Cas buried his face in his hands; he's never felt so crappy in his entire life. He didn't hate himself for being gay anymore; Dean helped him accept love in his heart. No, Castiel hated himself because he'd lost his Dean.
"We'll get him back to you." Cas looked up at his brother, who smiled softly, the light from the lamp collecting around his head. "Don't worry."