Sorry for the delay…
He could not believe he was about to do this, but he was desperate. He was at his wit's end and he needed all the help he could get.
"Balthazar, I need you." Castiel prayed up to the kitchen ceiling and waited for the angel to appear. The prayer had barely passed his lips when he felt his hair ruffle behind him. Castiel turned around to see Balthazar leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.
"You called?" Balthazar smirked, as if already knowing what Castiel was going to ask. Castiel internally groaned.
"You are aware that Dean and I have been seeing each other for a while now." Castiel started off as he began to pace back and forth.
"I'm very much aware of that, Cassie." Balthazar raised an eyebrow as he tracked Castiel's path with his eyes.
"And since you have a fondness for spying, you have probably concluded that we haven't, well…" Castiel stopped pacing and rubbed the back of his neck, nervously.
"Fucked?" Balthazar supplied, helpfully.
"Must you use such a crude word for the act?" Castiel frowned at the angel which only caused Balthazar to chuckle.
"Are you reprimanding me for my language? As you had stated before about my spying, you seemed to forget that I've heard that dirty mouth of yours during such acts."
Castiel kept his frown firmly in place, but he could feel his face heating up. He chose to ignore the comment.
"As I was saying, we have yet to…to consummate our relationship…"
"Cassie, now you sound like some cheesy Regency novel. Will you get to the…" Balthazar stopped abruptly as the realization dawned on him.
"Cassie, are you asking me for my help in seducing Dean Winchester?"
As Castiel cleared his throat uncomfortably trying to choose his words wisely, but Castiel's silence was damning. Balthazar's smile turned positively wicked and gleeful all at once as he practically bounced on the balls of his feet.
"You are! You have no idea how long I've waited to have this asked of me. Sit down and take note…you're about to get lessons from the master." The angel clapped his hands twice and a notepad, pen and a small blue box appeared on the kitchen table.
Castiel groaned. What have I unleashed?
"Don't give me that look…you wanted my help." Balthazar laughed and sat at the table, motioning Castiel to do the same.
"Yes, you're right, I did ask for your help." Castiel sighed and opened the notepad and grabbed the pen just to humor Balthazar.
Balthazar rubbed his hands together. "First, please tell me why you two haven't gotten very far."
"I don't know. I've wanted to for a while but Dean always stops before it goes too far." Castiel stops for a moment, his eyes widening.
"What if he doesn't want to...?"
Balthazar waved a hand in dismissal. "I don't think that's it at all. The guy clearly adores you and I've seen how excited he gets judging by the impressive bulge in his pants." Balthazar winks.
Castiel growled low in his chest. "What are you doing checking him out?"
Balthazar's mouth dropped open in shock before letting out a shout of laughter. "Easy there killer! I don't have designs on your boy toy."
Castiel looked down, not wanting Balthazar to see his embarrassment at his outburst. "Sorry." he mumbled out.
"It's fine, Cassie. Now tell me, have you told him you want to take it further?"
"Well, no, but I thought it would be obvious."
Balthazar gentled his smile. "I think Dean is the kind of guy you need to tell him outright. He's probably waiting for a definite sign from you. You need to overwhelm his senses, make it absolutely clear you want him." Balthazar's smile turned sly. "That's where my little gift comes in." The angel inclined his head toward the box.
Castiel picks it up and lift up the lid. It takes a moment to realize what he's looking at, but when he does, he squeaks and slams the lid down.
"You cannot be serious?" he asked incredulously.
Balthazar's eyebrows shot up. "You've never used one? Ever?"
Castiel shook his head and peeked in the box again.
Balthazar smirked. "Trust me…use it. Dean won't have any doubt in your intention."
Castiel swallowed nervously and nodded.
Yeah and then she says in a seductive voice, 'Can you check my pipes?' First time I ever saw Benny blush." Dean laughed, clapping his friend on the back.
Dean smiled over at Castiel when he heard him laugh; ignoring the glare Benny was sending Dean's way.
"Dean, leave poor Benjamin alone." Castiel chastised without losing his smile.
Benny gave Castiel a grateful look. "Thanks brother. Besides, what could I have done? Mrs. Stevenson is eighty years old, not like I could really say anything to her." Benny punched Dean in the arm.
"Ow!" Dean rubbed his arm, still chuckling.
"Let's not get me started on stories about you." Benny smirked in triumph at Dean's look of panic that flashed over his face.
"I wouldn't mind hearing some stories." Castiel told Benny before turning to smile at Dean.
Dean felt his breath catch in the back throat at the mischievous grin and sparkling blue eyes.
Benny cleared his throat, his lips tipped in a small smile as he looked between his best friend and his boyfriend that sat across from him on the couch.
"One of these days, you and I should get together, Cas at the Roadhouse and I'll share all my Dean stories with you." Benny laughed at Dean's glare and Castiel's delighted smile.
"I'd love that, Benjamin." Castiel said, bringing his beer bottle up to his lips.
"Come on brother, call me Benny. You sound like my mother." Benny laughed.
"My apologies. I'll go get us some more drinks." Castiel stood up, but Dean noticed him wince slightly.
"You okay, Cas?" Dean asked in concern which turned to puzzlement when he saw Castiel blush.
"I'm fine. My leg fell asleep is all. I'll be right back." Castiel disappeared into Dean's kitchen.
Dean frowned at the swinging door. Dean had noticed that all night Castiel seemed a little uncomfortable, constantly shifting in his seat, his face flushed. At first he thought he was uneasy around Benny, but he quickly dismissed that since the three of them had hung out quite a bit in the past couple of months and Castiel seemed to genuinely like Benny. It had actually become a bit of a tradition for Castiel and Benny to come to his house on Friday night to celebrate the end of the work week with pizza and beer. Maybe Castiel wasn't feeling well.
"Staring at the door is not going to make him come back faster." Benny remarked dryly.
Dean gave a sheepish smile and shrugged, drinking the rest of his beer.
Benny continued to study Dean with a smile on his face. "You two are good for each other."
Dean now was the one squirming in his seat. "He's too good for me. Once he finds out more about me, he'll be gone." Dean's good mood soured immediately.
"Are you kidding me? Do you not see what I see? The man practically worships you. Maybe you should tell him and let him be the judge. I don't think it's going to affect how he feels about you." Benny consoled his friend.
Dean looked up at Benny and saw sincerity in his face. Benny was the only person besides Bobby and Sam that knew the things Dean did during the six months after their father died to keep food in their stomachs and a roof over their head before Bobby took them in.
"You think so?" Dean asked, the question wrapped in years of buried insecurity.
Benny's face gentled. "Of course. I wouldn't lie to you and I wouldn't tell you to open up to somebody if I didn't deem them worthy of you."
Dean took a shaky breath and smiled. "Thanks Benny. I'll tell him soon."
"Good." Benny nodded decisively and looked up when he saw Castiel reenter the room.
Castiel sat the bottles on the coffee table and looked between the two men, obvious in the fact that he had missed something important.
Dean gave Castiel a reassuring smile before turning back to Benny.
"So…have you asked out Andrea from the Roadhouse yet?" Dean wasn't done picking on the man.
"Brother, you're walking on a very thin line. Don't make me tell Cas about the time you got caught in the vault with Chris the bank teller at Lawrence Savings and Trust."
Castiel had to thump Dean on the back as he choked on his drink.
Benny sat back with a satisfied grin on his face.
A couple of hours later, Benny had left, leaving Dean and Castiel alone, snuggled on the couch watching a movie.
Castiel blindly watched the images on the screen, working up the courage to take Balthazar's advice and just be bold.
Never taking his eyes off the TV, Castiel let his hand wander up Dean's denim covered leg until it was high on his thigh. He didn't miss the hitch in Dean's breathing or the hiss when he allowed his fingertips to graze Dean's groin.
Castiel's hand stilled, waiting for a response. It came in the form of Dean widening his legs and a slight canting of the hips causing Castiel to smirk a little.
It was a bit of a struggle, but Castiel managed to unbutton and unzip Dean's jeans one handed. He then dipped his hand inside to press against the hot length trapped in Dean's black boxers.
"Fuck Cas," Dean breathed out, any pretense of watching the movie was gone as he bucked his hips into Castiel's hand.
Castiel felt his insides get hot and shivery at the breathy moan and any lingering shyness was decimated by the accumulating want the unfurled in his body. He looked up at Dean, his eyes taking in the flushed skin, lust blown eyes and red bitten lips. Castiel let out a moan of his own at the sight.
It felt like another creature had taken over as he stood up and knelt in front of Dean to take off his pants and boxers.
"We don't have to do this if…ahhh…," Dean moaned when Castiel bit the inside of his thigh, "…if you're not ready."
Castiel looked up long enough to cock an eyebrow at Dean. "I've been ready for a while. Tired of waiting." He leaned up to pull Dean's t-shirt over his head and tossing it to the side, leaving Dean completely bare for Castiel's roving eyes.
Castiel took his time staring at Dean who was sprawled out on the couch, the first time to see him completely unclothed. Castiel's breath was thick as he lightly ran his hands up and down Dean's thighs, looking his fill.
Dean's body was long and strong but not as defined as someone that spent hours in the gym but a body of a man that did physical labor for a living. His skin was lightly golden with a sprinkling of freckles. Freckles that Castiel wanted to kiss and lick until Dean was a writhing mess underneath him.
"You're beautiful." Castiel stated simply, watching the freckles become more pronounced with Dean's blush.
Dean growled and lifted him up underneath the arms so he could straddle his lap. Castiel shivered at the display of strength since he knew he wasn't a lightweight.
"Too many clothes." Dean ground out as he relieved Castiel of his layers until they were both skin to skin.
Castiel gasped at the heated contact as they were chest to chest, Castiel's cock trapped between their bodies, Dean's lips capturing his own.
"I've wanted you for so long. God, you have no idea. Didn't want to fuck it up." Dean mumbled in between drugging kisses.
"Please Dean," Castiel whined, grinding into Dean's lap causing the man to groan.
"Patience, I'll take care of you." Dean whispered, nipping at Castiel's jaw and throat as one hand trailed down Castiel's bare back to his cleft.
Castiel felt Dean jerk in surprise when he reached his ass and Castiel couldn't help to smirk.
"Cas…are you wearing a plug?" Dean asked with wide eyes.
Castiel lowered his lashes, bit his bottom lip and nodded.
"Were you wearing it all night?" Dean's voice was thick with lust as he started to wiggle the plug making Castiel moan and buck.
"Yes, I…ahhh!" Castiel gasped out as Dean managed to wiggle it against his prostate.
"You were sitting here, talking to my best friend, acting as everything was fine when the whole time you had this in? Jesus Cas…" Dean groaned out, taking Castiel's mouth again but not stopping the movements with the plug. Castiel could feel Dean's cock throb beneath him, the thought apparently pleasing to him.
Castiel shuddered and thrashed as Dean was merciless in his ministrations, one hand gripping his hair tightly, the other on the plug.
"Were you thinking about me? Every time you squirmed, did you think about me filling you up?" Dean pulled Castiel's head to the side to have better access to his neck. Castiel groaned as he felt the sweet suction of Dean's lips on the side of his neck in tandem with the movements at his entrance.
"Yes!" Castiel gasped out. "Every time…wanted this for so long…"
"God, I'm going to take such good care of you, honeybee." Dean groaned at the base of Castiel's throat as he slowly removed the plug from Castiel's stretched hole.
Castiel groaned and hissed as the toy tugged at his rim before releasing, not liking the feeling of emptiness, but that feeling didn't last long when two thick fingers replaced the plug, pumping up into his oversensitive hole. Castiel keened at the pleasure that spiked when Dean once again found his prostate and swiped over the bundle of nerves.
Castiel started riding Dean's fingers in earnest, a thin sheen of sweat started to coat both of their bodies as they slid together.
"Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want to come." Dean whispered roughly into his ear, a third finger joining the other two.
"I want to…come with you inside me."
"I am inside you, honeybee." Dean mocked lightly, finding enjoyment in torturing Castiel.
Castiel's pace didn't waver, his cock rubbed wetly against Dean's stomach. "No," he keened, "I want your cock inside me. Want to come from your cock."
The fingers disappeared as well as the hand in his hair. Two calloused hands gripped Castiel's hips tight as he was lifted up slightly and then slammed back down onto Dean's cock.
Castiel's eyes widened and watered a little from the sudden intrusion of Dean's thick length but since he was stretched previously, there was only a little bite of pain that enhanced the pleasure the swirled around him. Both men groaned at the stretch.
He grabbed a hold of Dean's shoulders and buried his face in Dean's neck as he pumped himself down onto Dean, riding him, already feeling the beginning of his orgasm gathering low in his belly. It had been five years since he has had sex and on top of the constant stimulation of the plug earlier, he knew he was going to come embarrassingly fast.
Dean seemed to realize this, grabbed the base of Castiel's cock to stave off his orgasm. "No Cas, you need to show me how much you want this before you can come." Dean ordered, causing Castiel to whimper in protest.
Castiel raised himself up before slamming back down, feeling the groan that vibrated in Dean's chest.
"That's it….ride me. Fuck, you're still so tight." Dean moaned into Castiel's ear, biting down on the lobe.
Castiel repeated the movement, moving up until the head tugged at his rim before sliding back down, gripping Dean's cock tight on the way down.
"Cas baby, you're going to kill me…" Dean moaned out as Castiel started to ride him faster and harder. Castiel cried out in relief when Dean's hard grip on the base of his cock lessened and started to stroke him in time with their thrusts. Dean bucked up into Castiel hard as his other hand curled around Castiel's neck.
"Feel so fucking good. So perfect." Dean murmured, his thrusts getting more desperate.
"Dean please…" Castiel begged, knowing he couldn't hold his climax off any longer with Dean pounding his prostate and stripping his dick.
Dean pulled Castiel's face closer and whispered. "Come for me."
Castiel felt his body draw tight before he finally shattered. Castiel saw white as he came hard over Dean's hand and abdomen, Dean swallowing Castiel's screams with his mouth while still keeping up the onslaught of stroking and thrusting.
"Oh god, Dean, Dean, Dean!" he cried out, hugging Dean's shoulders and throwing his head back.
"That's it baby, I got you…so goddamn beautiful…" Dean's voice was raspy and wrecked, his own climax on the precipice.
Castiel moaned incoherently as he slammed down hard one last time, triggering Dean to come.
"Fuck…Cas…!" Dean gritted out as he thrust up hard and released into Castiel's well-used body. Castiel could feel Dean's come filling him up and leaking out, coating the inside of his thighs. He shivered at the feeling.
"Shit…never before…I…fuck…" Dean panted as he sat boneless on the couch with Castiel's slumped over him, nuzzling his neck.
Castiel had a feeling he knew what Dean was trying to say but couldn't get it out. He felt the same way. It had never been like this with anybody before. He cupped Dean's face and gave him a lazy kiss, his tongue snaking out to lick inside Dean's mouth.
Dean purred in contentment and pulled Castiel closer to him.
No other words were necessary.
I'm so sorry this took so long, but I have so many drafts of this chapter, it's not even funny. I feel like I still suck at smut so everything I wrote just didn't seem right. I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but I figured I'd stop obsessing and post it. Sorry there wasn't much plot to this chapter, but that happens sometimes, right?
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