Warning: Here be blowjobs, and handjobs, and swearing.
Chapter 15: Let's Go on A Hunt
A few days later found John in the garage with Dean again. The cars making slow but steady progress, as the worked through the days. Using the mornings to take care of the vehicles. The afternoons to run errands, rest or whatever, and their evenings to watch movies and catch-up with eachother.
John would like to work on the cars all day. It gave him time to talk to Dean, and something to do. But he understood the need for some time to relax. He noticed during the days, how Dean would isolate himself from everyone to sit in his room and listen to music. John figured being stuck with the same people all day, even with something to do, was like torture to a energetic guy like Dean. Couple that with the extra stress he'd been dealing with, still suffering the affects of withdrawals, he probably needed some time away from people, or needed to go find a pretty girl. But the music seemed to be his only way to relax.
Dean had always been very charismatic, but not much of a people person. He knew what to say, and when to say it to get what he wanted, but he never actively sought out the company of those outside of his family, unless it was of the female persuasion. He was never one to tell people how he'd been feeling or stated his mind on certain subjects as well. Always kept everything in, and shut up about it.
Which was why, John had to go off of his own observations of his son. Dean never really complained, but he could see when he needed to get away from people. When he was getting tired of being in the garage and needed a break. From Dean holding his head for a few seconds when he thought John wasn't looking, trying to soothe a headache that just wouldn't go away, to leaning against the car when he wheeled himself out from under it, just trying to get his barrings before getting up again. There where times John would look in his eyes, and see he wasn't there. That he was lost in some kind of hallucination or flashback. Times where he looked at John as if he didn't trust him, like he was fighting that fight or flight reflex.
It broke John's heart to see what had become of his little soldier. The kid that had been so full of life, and such a good care taker to his brother and father. Who had made his first kill at the young age of sixteen, and celebrated with his first beer from his old man. Had grown into a man that was so broken and self-destructive. He really did do a number on his kids, but he thought Dean may have suffered the most.
He looked over at Dean, shoulder deep in the Bentley Castiel had leaned against when he had found them talking in the garage. John still wondered about that. Why would they have to come to the garage to talk. There where plenty of more comfortable places in the bunker to do so. But then again, the boys where practically raised in the car. It was probably more of a security thing for Dean, now more then ever. It didn't surprise John at all that he rebuilt it.
Dean was talking to him more now, but he noticed that Dean was still gravitating to Castiel. Maybe Sam had been right, it was easier to talk about things with someone that wasn't family. Castiel certainly gave off the feeling that you wouldn't be judged if you decided to confide in him. Maybe that was what made John dislike him. He was a bit too open and excepting, while simultaneously stiff and stoic.
He heard a clatter on the floor, and looked over to Dean. He was bending down to retrieve the fallen tool. Face full of concentration, and swearing under his breathe. John could see his hand shaking, as Dean pulled it into the other hand and started to crack his knuckles. Trying to cover up his frustration, and avoid getting caught. John took a look at the time before clearing his throat.
"What do ya' say we call it a day, Deano." John suggested, putting his tools down and wiping his hands on the rag in his pockets. "I think Sam might have lunch about ready. Maybe we should clean up before he calls us."
"Alright." Dean said, putting his tools back in his box and wiping his hands on his own rag. He walked out of the room, stretching his arms. John figured, heading for the shower.
He washed his hands and walked into the kitchen to find Castiel mixing a bowl of what looked like tuna. Sam giving him pointers here and there on what to put in it, and putting pieces of bread on plates, with some chips. He walked down the hall to his room, intending on a very quick shower.
When he returned, he found Castiel setting the table, and talking animatedly to Dean about something he'd read. Dean was smiling, but it was that smile John recognized as the smile he wore when everything was going completely over his head. But he was trying to understand. He walked over to the table to take a seat, choosing the chair across from Dean.
Lunch was simple and quite, everybody consumed in their own thoughts. Dean finished quickly, and excused himself. Putting his plate in the sink and washing it off. John watched him walking out of the room, and noticed Castiel doing the same before going back to his food.
"So, what have you two been looking up while Dean and I have been working?" John asked, looking to his youngest, who stopped mid bite. "I know you two are working on something, I just want to know if it's a hunt or something."
"Not really." Sam answered. "We're just trying organize the library. This place is old and the system is ancient. Doesn't really make any sense, so we thought we'd look through all the books, and categorize them for what they cover, as apposed to what language they where written in. Or what time period they had been written."
"So you guys are reading all those books so you know where to put them?" John asked, gesturing between the two of them. "Wouldn't it be easier to just skim through them?"
"Yes." Castiel answered simply. "But one can never know to much information. You never know when it will come in handy." He said, getting up and cleaning his own plate before walking out of the room.
"He's a really weird guy." John said, pointing in the direction Castiel had left. Sam just shrugged before picking up his own plate.
"Always has been." Was Sam's easy reply.
Dean laid down on his bed, letting the music wash over him. Taking away a large amount of tension he had built up. His shoulders hurt like a bitch. He supposed that was supposed to be expected when you spent your morning bent over the hood of a Bentley. Don't get him wrong, he loved cars, but sometimes, they where a pain in the ass to take care of.
He heard a knock at the door, and sat up sighing to himself. Was is a crime to want some time alone for a few minutes. He walked over to it and turned the knob, finding a shifty Castiel standing there. He smiled and stepped to the side, allowing Castiel access, then checking the halls to make sure no one was coming. He closed the door silently and locked it, but kept his radio on.
"Hi." He said, leaning down to give Castiel a small kiss. "Come here often?" He asked with a cheesy smile. He knew it was a bad line, but he didn't care. Castiel rolled his eyes.
"Get on the bed." Castiel ordered, Dean raising an eye-brow in interest as he obeyed.
"Alright, but are you going to make it worth my time?" He asked again, as he laid down and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Lie on you stomach, and take your shirt off." Was Castiel's only reply, walking over to stand next to the bed.
"Whoa, Cas, we haven't even talked about that stuff yet." Dean said, his mind immediately gone to what that could mean. He hadn't bottomed in awhile, and he had hoped that they would talk about that before they did anything.
"Dean." Castiel reprimanded, giving a long suffering sigh.
"Alright, alright." Dean conceded, pulling off his shirt, and laying down on his stomach. "I gotta admit, I love it when you take charge. All in control, and I can smite you if I so please and such." He joked.
He felt Castiel climb on the bed, and straddling his hips. He looked back to see that Castiel was still fully clothed, but had rolled up his sleeves. He heard the opening of a cap, and then felt a hand, covered in some cool substance start messaging his shoulders. 'So that's what it was.' Dean thought as Castiel started to work on the knots in his muscles. Slowly working the tension out. Castiel's hands where smooth, but strong. Dean liking the power behind them, but appreciating the fact that Castiel was being gentle with him. Knowing he could seriously hurt him if he wasn't careful.
The cool substance that Castiel had been messaging into his skin had started to heat up, relaxing his muscles even more. Even if it did burn, the warmth was good, and he wasn't about to complain about Castiel sitting on top of him. He didn't know a soul who would.
He let out a groan as Castiel worked a particularly vicious knot out of his shoulder. He felt Castiel move further down his back, messaging the area around his spine. He noticed his headache was easing up, for the first time in days. Glad that he could remember what that felt like now. It felt good, with Castiel's hands moving down his body like that.
His breath was coming in pants now, and he could feel his blood flowing an a whole different direction. Castiel's hands on him was definitely making a certain part of his anatomy rise to the occasion. As they left a trail of fire over his skin as he worked.
"Oh God, Cas don't stop." Dean groaned, as the Angel worked on his lower back. He had the hands of a healer, Dean would swear. With every knead Castiel put his whole body behind it. Hips moving over his own, driving him deeper into the bed.
"Is your back feeling better?" Castiel asked, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Dean swearing his Angel was going to destroy him. He was already hard, why did Castiel have to do that. He found out when Castiel took Dean's lobe in his mouth and bit down. He was apparently not the only one who was getting excited.
"Fuck yes." Dean answered, voice almost whimpering. Castiel kneaded his lower back, just adding onto the feeling in Dean's stomach. "God Cas, what are you doing to me?" Castiel stopped, which is exactly what Dean did not want. He groaned in his frustration.
"Are you in pain?" Castiel asked, voice concerned. Dean started to turn around, Castiel lifting himself up to give him room. Once he turned himself around, so that he was facing Castiel, he smiled.
"No." Dean answered, pulling Castiel down. "It was really good." He said, lifting himself up to connect his lips with Castiel's. Messaging the other's lips with his own. Castiel opened his mouth and bade him entrance, moaning around Dean's tongue. Dean broke off from the kiss, looking into the eyes of the man he desired. "Where is everyone else?" He asked.
"Sam's in the library, and your father left to go look at a couple more part stores. Then probably get a drink." Castiel answered. "He seemed to think it best to keep it out of the house, so as not to temp you, or rub it in your face, or something." He said with a smile, leaning down to kiss Dean in a long, passionate kiss.
Dean thought about that. If John was gone, he would be gone a few hours. Sam would not just barge into his room, he'd learned that lesson when he'd walked in on Dean in a motel years ago. The music would provide a decent cover for any noise they made. He sent Castiel a sly smile, and sat up. Reaching for his nightstand drawer, he shuffled around inside, looking for something. He stopped, unable to find what he was looking for. He turned to look, finding that aside from a few receipts, and fake I.D.'s, there was nothing in there.
"What?" Dean asked in a panic, looking deeper into the drawer, shoving everything aside, and checking the others as well. "Oh, no, no, no." He complained, as he dug around the drawers.
"Dean, what's wrong?" Castiel asked, watching Dean's frantic motions.
"I don't have any lube." He answered, collapsing on his back in frustration. "Damn it." He said, hitting his head against the headboard. Letting out a long suffering breath.
"Oh." Castiel said, then smiled and leaned down to capture Dean's lips again. Before moving down his neck to his shoulders. Sucking on a small bit of Dean's skin with every kiss. Running his hands up and down Dean's torso, circling his thumbs along his sides.
Castiel kissed down Dean's arm, paying special attention to the barely there scar he'd left years ago. Dean moaned when Castiel moved over to his nipple, licking and sucking around it, while his other hand worked around the top of Dean's pants. Unbuttoning them, and pulling down the zipper.
"Cas, I told you I don't have anything." Dean reminded, as Castiel inched his hand down the inside of Dean's underwear. Grabbing at the base of his erection, and slowly moving it along his shaft.
"That doesn't mean I can't help you a bit with all this stress you're dealing with." Castiel purred into Dean's ear before attacking his other nipple with his tongue.
"Your going to kill me, if you don't speed up that hand then." Dean countered, looking up at Castiel in impatience. Castiel pulled his hand out of Dean's boxers, and kissed him slowly for a long moment. Dean whimpering at the loss of contact.
"That's not exactly what I had in mind." Castiel bit out, using both hands to pull Dean's pants down to his thighs, Dean's cock breaking free of it's clothe confines, and hitting him in the stomach.
Dean watched as Castiel kissed and licked his way down his abdomen, pausing at each of his nipples, biting and licking them as he moved on, leaving trails of fire over Dean's skin where ever he touched. Castiel pecked the head of his cock, eliciting a small gasp from Dean before licking a strip up the underside along the vein. Castiel ducking down in between his legs to suck at his inner thighs before his hands started sliding up and down the cleft of his cheeks.
"Where the hell did you learn how to do this?" Dean asked, watching Castiel as he nipped at his balls. Then letting out a rather undignified squeak when he felt a finger at a hole he hadn't even realized he had. "And don't do that." He ordered, springing up in the bed and closing his legs. Castiel raising his hands in apology.
"Okay, this is good, we're learning." Castiel said, crawling back up to Dean's lips, giving him a small kiss. "I apologized, I had heard that some men enjoyed that. As to where I learned it, I have watched mankind for a millennium. I picked up a few things here and there." He explained, giving Dean another apologetic kiss. Putting his hands on Dean's thighs and lowering them down to the bed before spreading them out again. Dean accommodating him, and leaning back. Closing his eyes as Castiel's mouth covered head, licking and sucking, before moving down his shaft.
He let out a gasp as he felt that warm wetness surround him. Castiel's tongue licking up and down the vein on the bottom as he moaned, the vibrations driving Dean crazy. His hand shot down to Castiel's head, grabbing a hand full of hair and pulling, urging Castiel to move. Castiel obliged, bobbing his head up and down a few times, allowing Dean to control the pace. Dean listened as Castiel made the most sinful slurping sounds, as he pumped his fist around the base of Dean's cock. Twisting it just right.
Dean couldn't help himself when he started thrusting upwards, Castiel's mouth felt so good over his cock, but Castiel seemed to sense what was happening. Stopping his ministrations to let Dean fuck into his mouth, his tongue working over Dean's erection with amazing ability. Licking his slit every time Dean pulled back, almost fully out before sliding back in. Mindful of not making Castiel choke. Dean's pants becoming a litany of Castiel's name, half formed and punctuated with the occasional moan or gasp.
Dean could feel his orgasm building, the warmth spreading through him. He stopped his thrusting, looking down at Castiel and running his fingers through his hair. Those blues eyes looking up at him in understanding as he pulled off with a pop. Jerking Dean's dick with his hand, moving to kiss up Dean's neck and jaw.
Castiel continued to jerk on Dean's dick, while sucking on his neck. Dean's breath picking up as the pressure increased in his stomach. He felt when Castiel's other hand, that wasn't currently pleasuring him, disappeared from his thigh. He heard Castiel moan into his neck, the vibrations coming from his throat adding just that much more pleasure to what he was feeling. Building up to him until he fell over the edge, groaning Castiel's name loudly as his cum spilled out over his stomach. Castiel's teeth digging into his shoulder as he followed Dean to his completion. He rode out his high, letting his breath calm, and the fuzzy feeling leave his mind before looking to a satisfied Castiel leaning on his shoulder, watching him.
"You are amazing." Dean said, grabbing his face and turning towards him. Kissing him long and deep, tasting himself in Castiel's mouth. "Give me a minute before I move again." He said, Castiel climbing off of him, and grabbing a shirt from the hamper to clean them up.
"No need." Castiel told him, wiping his dirty shirt over his stomach, hiding any evidence of what they had just done. Dean laid there, pulling Castiel closer, as he wrapped his arms around his chest.
It was a few minutes before he heard Castiel's breath even out, and he looked down to find him sleeping. He smiled to himself, noting that Castiel hadn't even take a moment to tuck himself back into his pants in his haste to clean Dean. He could get used to this, he thought, his body humming in the afterglow.
John returned to the bunker after nightfall. He'd managed to find what he'd needed, and stopped at the bar. Stopping himself from drinking to much, remembering that he needed to drive back home. Also remembering that his oldest is having an issue with alcohol, and maybe some other drugs, so he didn't want to smell like it either. He needed to set a good example.
While out, however, he had heard some people talking about what could possibly be a werewolf attack, just an hour away. He wondered if any other hunters knew about it. He considered taking it himself, maybe take one of his boys with him. Dean may not be in a fighting condition, but he could do research. The cars would be there when they got back, no big worries there. He was sure Dean would jump at the chance of leaving the bunker for a few days, he would just have to convince Sam of it.
Parking the Impala in the garage, he made his way to the library. Finding his youngest sitting in there alone. Looking through the books on the table, picking one up and placing it on the shelf. He cleared his throat, getting his son's attention. Sam looked up at his intrusion.
"Hey." He said, picking up another book and opening it.
"Hey." John said, walking in and looking at the book titles.
"How'd everything go?" Sam asked, scanning through the pages, before putting it on the shelf, at a completely opposite place as the last.
"Fine." John answered, then decided to dive right in. "Listen, while I was out. I heard some people talking." He started. "From the sounds of it, there is a werewolf a few towns over. I was thinking that we could go and take it out. Just get out of the house for a couple of days." He suggested.
"We, as in you and me." Sam clarified, sitting down with a suspicious look.
"As in you, me, and Dean." John answered.
"No." Sam said, shaking his head.
"Sam, it would be good for Dean to get out for a few days." John tried to reason. Sam rolled his eyes.
"No, it wouldn't. Look, if you want to go on a hunt, fine. I knew you wouldn't stay here very long anyway." Sam said, voice displaying just how disappointed he was. John had to admit, that hurt. His kids really didn't believe him when he said he would stay. He guessed he was proving their theory, but it still stung. "But Dean is in no fit shape, I could go with you, but Dean is staying here."
"I'm not leaving Dean here alone with that man, by himself for a few days." John shot, getting defensive. "Be mad all you want, but we are talking about people's lives. I think it would be best if we all went, and that Cas guy could go do something on his own."
"Well, Dad, it's either leave Dean here with Cas, go alone, or no hunt. Unless you want to take Cas or me, I'm not seeing another option here." Sam said.
"Who are you to tell me what to do? I am your father." John shot back, Sam rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, and you've been dead for the past ten years. You have no idea how this could affect Dean. Hell, you said yourself when you got here that Dean shouldn't even be hunting." Sam argued, apparently that boy still had his temper, it had just gotten more controlled.
"Which is why he would work on the research." John explained. "He can do that much, can't he."
"Dean's not going to go for that, and you know it. He would sooner get himself killed then let us go out and get hurt while he stays behind." Sam returned, looking his father in the eye. "Hell, why don't you take Cas. He's good, and maybe then you two could get along better. If you don't want to leave Dean alone with Cas, leave him alone with me. Get to know the guy, then maybe you would trust him a bit more, see that he's actually a decent person." Sam suggested in a huff, turning back to the books.
John thought about that. Maybe if he was alone with the guy, he could figure him out better. See what he was really up to, and make sure that he was actually trustworthy, not just waiting for the right time to screw them all over.
"Maybe I will." John agreed, rubbing his hands on his face. He needed a hunt, he knew it. He would like to take his children, just like old times. But he also had a feeling that he wouldn't get to for awhile.
"Good." Sam said, getting up and walking out of the room. "You should."
John sat for a moment thinking. Why the Hell shouldn't he get to know the guy better. He would at least be making an effort for his sons. He never did know his children's friends, when he did have the chance. Kids where kids in his mind. No sense in getting to know them if there was just going to be a new kid a few weeks later.
But Castiel seemed to be sticking with them. Maybe because he was a hunter, John didn't know. But he knew this, he'd have it figured out soon enough.
Yay, another chapter. I so happy. I think my updates will be a bit slower now. Just one chapter a weekend, maybe two depending on how much writing I get done in the week. Right now I'm going through writers block, but this is still my longest fic yet. So I'm proud of myself.
Anyway, hoped you liked, and remember, reviews make my day better.
Criticism accepted because I'm still new to the writing smut business, but I'm trying.