Week 3, day 6
Castiel hadn't seen or heard from Dean all week, even if he had phoned three times each day, went to the office everyday and all his shoots, but Dean was a no show at all of them. The brunet even called at his apartment and at Sam's house to make sure he was okay, but even Sam had heard nothing from his older brother.
Gabriel then decided enough was enough, and that Cas needed to stand his ground.
"Dean…. I… I'm sorry." Cas said, thought the door of Dean's apartment. "Sam told me you were in today. Because he just left, and I saw him and that is how he told me. I'm not stalking you or anything, I was just coming to check on you and see if you were in…. I brought some Jack Daniels and ice-cream." There was a long, awkward pause, as Castiel shuffled his feet, looking about to make sure no-one could hear him. "Dean, please. I am truly sorry, and….. And I love you. There, I love you and I love you the way God intended me to love another man. I am gay and I am proud of it. I am going to come out with you in the article and I want you to read it right now." Again, another long, long pause, and Castiel was trying his hardest not to cry. "Okay… I hurt you. I hurt you a lot and I am sorry. I will leave you alone." Placing the bottle and bag on the floor, Cas turned away, tears rolling down his cheek.
"Cas!" The brunet spun around, seeing Dean in the doorway. His heart leapt up, and a grin grew on his face. "I'm sorry, I was on the phone. I got a deal! I got a motherfuckin' record deal! Because of the song I wrote for you! Oh shit wasn't supposed to tell you that." Cas giggled, as Dean went red. "I'm sorry too. You love me?"
"Yes. I love you so much Dean."
"I love you too Cas." The embraced each other tightly, laughing as they wiggled a little in the hug. "So, what ice-cream have you got me?"
Cas and Dean sat on the sofa, drinking their second glass of Jack Daniels, giggling and smiling stupidly at each other, kissing on occasion and reminding each other of how much they love each other.
"Sing to me?" Cas asked, entwining his fingers with Dean's. "Please?"
"Any requests?"
"The song you wrote for me, that you weren't supposed to tell me about, but now you have so you have to sing it to me." Dean laughed, putting Castiel closer to kiss him; a deep kiss which turned European. "No distracting me. It must be good because they signed you. Give me that," Castiel took the glass from Dean's hand, "Go and get your guitar and sing to me."
"Fine." Dean left the room, returning with his black guitar, sitting across from his boyfriend. "To my beautiful, amazing, magical and wonderful Shy Angel." Dean began to strum a slow, simple tune, smiling at Cas.
'Oh, I found myself thinking about you
Late one night and the way you look
Crossed my mind, oh well
The way you smile, those soft blue eyes
You're beautiful face, you're bright laugh
How did I end up with you?
So perfect and beautiful, it can't be true
But you don't know, oh you don't know
The things you can make me do
The feelings that I have for you
The way you look it's perfect too
How do you not see it?
Don't hide behind your wings
Come into your light, oh whoa
My Shy Angel
Come out of heaven
Come into my arms
Wonderful Shy Angel
Can't you see that you are perfect to me?
Come out of heaven
And into my heart'
"That's all I got round to writing, but they loved it…. I hope you like it" Dean said softly, putting the guitar down.
"Oh… wow…" Castiel stood up, walking over. "That's… about me?"
"My beautiful angel, yeah." Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, pressing his lips to Dean's in a moment of heat and passion, before walking off. "Wait… where are you going?"
"Well, a song like that you gives you a homerun." Cas walked away, allowing Dean to process information before tackling the shorter man onto his large bed. Cas laughed wildly; as Dean kissed all over his face and neck, before starting to unbuckle his belt. Cas busied himself with pulling Dean's top off, kissing his shoulder as he fumbled with the jeans. "I can help."
"Please. I'm sorry, I'm not normal nervous….." Cas snapped his trousers off, pulling Dean back down for a long, French kiss. Dean ripped Cas's shirt, being swatted around the head for it. "Sorry, I'll get you a new one." The model threw a lopsided grin, making Castiel laugh.
"You are too cute." Dean pulled a face, pushing himself up to smile down at Cas. He was smiling stupidly, and full of love, before jumping off and rummaging through a box. "You keep your lube in a box?"
"No, that is in the top draw, with a nice assortment of condoms which I will let you chose." Dean spun around, holding a Nikon D3X. "No, no, no we are not taking photographs of us having sex."
"No, of course not. But you…. Oh just look at you. Hair a mess, puffy lips from kissing, sprawled out just begging and ready. I want to document this." Cas laughed, hiding behind a pillow. "No hiding. Come here." Cas started to hit Dean with the pillow, who returned it by starting a pillow war.
"Stop it!"
"Never! You started it anyway!" Castiel hit Dean over the head, splitting the pillow and the room was an explosion of white feathers trickling down. "Right, I am taking your picture because you broke my pillow." Cas rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's dramatics, unbuttoning his shirt and lying down. "Put your arms by your head, and pout."
"Yes Mr Director." Castiel did as he was told, and Dean snapped up some photos. "Need me to do anything else, sir."
"Don't. The fantasy's I've had about you calling me sir and master are unreal." Cas sat on his knees, kissing Dean softly, before climbing off the bed, and pushing Dean down to sit at the edge. "Oh god." Cas climbed on the model's lap, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, grinding his hips. "Oh wow…. What happened to the good little Sunday school boy?"
"He's in here. Somewhere. Right now is about you and celebrating what a success you are going to be." Dean nipped at Cas's neck, his hands planted on his waist as Cas smiled and moaned slightly. "These trousers are a little tight, aren't they?" Cas slide down, bring the hems of the blonds' trousers and underwear with him. The brunet grinned, before kissing the base of his boyfriend's penis, watching as it hardened before kissing up to the tip, and placing it in his mouth.
"Oh fuck Cas." The model grabbed Castiel's hair, making his head bob faster, almost making his chock. Dean's head fell back, as Cas licked the tip as he sucked with enthusiasm. "Oh fuck Cas; you're such a good cock sucker." Castiel smiled, pulling his model's cock out of his mouth with a pop, before kissing the shaft. "Oh lord, you are so beautiful." Dean scooped his boyfriend up, kissing him deeply before throwing him down on the bed on his stomach, pushing the brunet's underwear down. "Ever been rimmed before?"
"I…. don't know what that is?" Dean just smiled, kissing down Cas's back before spreading his cheeks, slipping his tongue in to Cas's tight hole. "Oh my god!" Cas gripped the sheets, pushing his ass into Dean's face, which spat in before licking and teasing the hole. "Oh Dean, wow. Oh wow." Dean ran his hands up and down Cas's sides, before kissing up in. "Don't stop that."
"I'm going to do something better." Dean stood up, quickly grabbing a condom before coming back to his boyfriend, who was pulling on his own cock. "Now stop that, I want to make you cum without you touching yourself." Pulling to condom on, Dean allied himself, his fingers in Cas to stretch him out. "Ready angel?"
"Yes. Yes hurry." Pushing in slowly, he let Cas adjust himself to the feeling. "Oh that feels so good Dean… Oh god. Move please, fuck me please." Dean started to push against Cas, who moaned loudly, rolling his hips with him, one hand tight grip on the sheets, the other on Dean's thigh, clawing in.
"You like my cock in you?"
"Yes… Oh stretch my hole. Fuck me hard." Dean kissed the brunet's neck and back, pushing harder and harder into the moaning man. "Oh yes, Dean. Dean feels so good, so good." Dean pressed himself against Castiel, gasping and moaning in Cas's ear, kissing him as their hips rolled together, skin slapping together. "You are so good."
"Come here." Dean pulled out, sat down and pulled Cas into his lap, pushing back in and sitting back. Cas rolled his hips quickly, leaning down to kiss the blond. "So beautiful. My beautiful angel, my beautiful naughty angel." Dean entwined their fingers, letting his head fall back and watch Cas bounce in his lap, absolutely blown away by how relaxed and free Cas looked; head back, eyes closed with his lips parted to let out moans. Feeling his lover grow tighter around him, Dean flipped them over, finishing them off. Cas came first, his legs wrapped around Dean's waist and a grip on Dean's shoulders that left a hand print on there.
"Dean!" Cas screamed, letting his head fall back. The tightening around his cock made Dean let go, moaning loudly as he released in Cas. He lay on his lover, both breathing heavily. "Oh wow."
"You enjoy that?"
"Duh." Dean flopped off the brunet, dumping the condom in the bin before curling up in his bed under the covers, Cas following laying his head on Dean's chest. "Oh my…. That was great Dean, I love you."
"I love you too Cassie." Cas leaned over Dean to kiss his lips gently, before kissing his cheek. Dean caressed Castiel's hair softly, bringing his down to kiss him again, letting Cas wrap his arms around the model's neck. "So much. So beautiful."
"I am nothing compared to you, you are drop dead gorgeous Dean. I'm going to be able to say 'I am dating the model Dean Winchester, who was voted hottest male of the year three years in a row. And yet you compliment me so much."
"Because you need to hear it. I don't need to hear it, I get told it by ten different magazines. You are my beautiful angel and you need to remember that. I love you so much."
"I love you too."
The lay together, talking and watching telly until Dean was snoring away, letting Castiel sneak off in a pair of Dean's shorts and a football jersey that also belonged to Dean, sitting in the living room and pulling out his laptop.
How I fell in love with Dean Winchester.