The next day he's trying not to appear antsy around Sam. He was already back to acting bitchy when he told him they'd planned to meet up.
There was a knock at the motel room door which immediately had both Winchester's grabbing their guns. Cas wouldn't knock.
"Hello?" Dean yells through the door, standing to the side of it.
"Stripper-Gram!" A female voice calls.
Sam and him exchange raised eyebrows. Dean stuffs his gun away in the back of his pants but keeps his hand on the grip, finger on the trigger.
When he opens the door, he's happily surprised to see the favorite little sister he never wanted. Charlie.
"Hey, kiddo." He pulls her into a hug that leaves her inside the room.
"Geez, you guys kept me waiting out there so long I had time to make up a whole stripper alter ego."
"Hey Charlie." Sam smiles and she goes to give him a hug too.
"So I was thinkin'.. I'd be Cylon#14. The Cylon they don't talk about and shunned for being too sexy."
Dean smirks. "Gotta be honest, I don't know what any of that meant.. but I'm sure you'd make a great Cylon."
Charlie tells them how she picked up their scent coming back from Comic-Con about a week ago.
"How was it?" Sam asks.
"Oh you know.. what happens at Comicon, stays at Comicon. So! What we huntin'? Vampires? Werewolves? K-Stew?"
"Actually, we're between cases right now." Sam says from behind his laptop on his bed.
"Great! Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings?" She beams.
"Ah well.. we don't have a dvd player set up or.." Dean starts.
"I'll hook up my laptop to the tv, duh." She was already searching her messenger bag for wires.
Dean rolls his eyes but can't help giving in.
"We'll be kickin' it with Hermione before you can say Expelliarmus!"
"Well then we'll be waiting a long damn time." Dean snarks. Sam's tuned them out and Charlie's already sticking her tongue out in concentration while she fiddles behind the tv.
Smiling, Dean turns around and almost runs into Cas.
"Do we need to make a milkduds and popcorn run, Dean?" Charlie calls.
Cas shifts his gaze around Dean until he sees the source of the noise.
"My apologizes. I did not realize you had a visitor." He says stiffly.
Fuck. Dean watches his jaw clench as he's turning away.
"Hey Cas! This is Charlie!" ..That might have been too loud.
Cas pauses and half turns back towards him. "Your lesbian friend who is proficient with computers?"
Dean closes his eyes and groans.
Charlie pops around Dean, smiling easily. "I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said about me. I might change my Bio info to that."
She sticks out her hand and says, "You must be the hottie rebel angel they adopted?"
After staring at it for a moment, he clasps it. Charlie moves their hands up and down to help him out.
"I am." He says simply.
Cas turns to Dean. "You have company. I will return at a more convenient time."
He tries to shake off the immediate flash of disappointment but Charlie pipes up. "No, stay! We're about to binge on Potter. Dean's only up to Prisoner of Azkaban."
Dean can't help but smirk as Cas squints in confusion. "Yeah, C'mon. You'll get a kick outta their spells. It's like bastardized Latin but.. cutesy."
"Hey! Do not disrespect our lady of Rowling."
After Dean gives him a little nod, Cas allows a small smile.
Charlie looks between them and claps. "Okay, so back to The Sorcerer's Stone I'm assuming."
Dean groans exaggeratedly. "Ugh.. I'll get the popcorn."
Sam didn't look up from his laptop the whole time.
Cas spent the first 30 minutes explaining the correct Latin words for what they were trying to accomplish but seemed confused about the piece of wood they were waving around. With the second movie, he claimed there was no combination of words that would make a car fly but seemed to like Dobby. By the third movie, him and Charlie were openly debating the allegorical interpretations and Dean was actually kinda surprised. Charlie and Cas could carry on a conversation. His head might explode.
Sam half-paid attention to the magical movie marathon and running commentary. He was on his own bed reading some demon text. Charlie had plopped down at the end of Dean's bed, pulling the tv so it was in front of them. Dean and Cas had awkwardly sat up by the headboard on opposite sides, far apart.
It'd slowly gotten less tense and more relaxed as Charlie squealed when Hermione first made her appearance. She immediately launched into her best English-accented impression of her heroine.
All and all.. it was a pretty great day.
Darkness fell and Harry had just cut Ron loose from his seaweed shackles. Only the light of the tv illuminated the room. Charlie was curled up asleep and Sam had long since rolled towards the door.
"They do not look anything like mermaids." Cas said seriously.
"Yeah, but they do bite like a bitch."
All the sudden, it clicks that they're together in his bed. In the dark. Dean feels himself tensing up again. He darts a quick glance at Cas who had been frowning at the screen but now turns towards him.
After a second, he looks around too before meeting Dean's eyes. Without warning, Cas leans forward and grabs a fist-full of Dean's shirt. It'll definitely jar Charlie awake if he struggles so he lets Cas kiss him like they haven't done it in a month instead of only a week.
As they pull back, Cas catches his lip and bites down, just this side of pain. Dean's eyes close shut tight until he thinks he can look across at him without audibly moaning.
Cas smiles like no angel had any right to and raises his eyebrows in question. Dean licks his already swelling lip and nods once.
He feels a rush of cold breeze and is suddenly standing outside in the dark. His legs almost give out from the shock of changing positions so abruptly but hands catch him from behind to right him. Teeth are scraping along the back of his neck, nipping.
Dean sees nothing but trees and random clusters of wild flowers and weeds as delicious chills spread throughout him.
"Man, you've got a hard-on for the woods, huh?" He gasps when Cas sucks his ear lobe between his teeth.
"I do have an erection, but I don't believe it has anything to do with our location." He hears from behind him.
Dean laughs, "I mean we're always gettin' hot n' heavy out in the middle of nowhere."
"I appreciate the surroundings. No noise." He turns Dean to face him.
"No human constructs congested together." He pushes him against a tree.
"No distractions." Cas lets both his trench-coat and suit jacket slide off his arms. He takes his time rolling his sleeves up. "It seems more.. spiritual."
Just seeing Cas' arms, usually covered up, makes Dean excited.
He reaches up to grab Cas' face and pulls them closer. Cas stops an inch away before Dean can kiss him. He covers Dean's hands and brings them back down to his own sides.
"Keep your hands here."
Dean sighs impatiently. "Dammit, Cas."
"Do it." He says with all seriousness.
When Dean lowers his arms back down, Cas rewards him with an enthusiastic kiss that leaves Dean panting. He moves away from his mouth to his chin. Neck. Adam's Apple. Cas moves to above the collar of Dean's shirt. He grabs it with both hands and calmly tears a little. His lips start moving down with his fingers easily ripping a path inch by inch. It mimics when Dean had opened Cas' shirt button by button. Fuck is he going to..
Cool air hits his chest and the sight of Cas' head with his unruly mess of dark hair steadily moving lower.. makes him moan. When he nuzzles his hard groin from outside his pants, Dean loses it. He grinds his hips forward and cups the side of his face.
Cas stops immediately and raises his eyes upwards. Dean's confused as why the fuck he stopped until Cas looks at his hand, still touching his face.
"Shit, sorry."
His hand smacks his leg with how quickly he puts it back.
Cas smirks and gets back to his feet.
Goddammit! Cocktease.
He doesn't move or say anything, willing Cas to continue with every fiber of his being.
Cas undoes his belt as Dean watches, then spins him by the arm so he's facing the tree. He pulls the tatters of Dean's shirt down his arms by the collar. Grabbing Dean's left arm, he unhooks the watch and tosses it aside in the grass. Dean feels Cas' thumb rub over his wrist once right where he knows the sigil is before he reaches for his other wrist. They're crossed and forced together tightly by the leather belt. Bark digs into the exposed flesh of his chest and stomach when Cas grips his hips roughly and pushes his body against him from behind.
"I could do anything I want to you, Dean."
He feels Cas' stiffness rub over and over his ass as he insinuates exactly just what he meant.
Dean closes his eyes and almost chokes as his heartbeat picks up in fear and excitement.
"Cas, please.."
He's roughly turned with his back to the tree, arms bound behind him.
"You had better say my name as if you want me to release you some time tonight." He raises his eyebrows, smiling but Dean thinks he might not be joking.
"C'mon." He tries to sound annoyed but it comes out breathy.
Cas trails a finger down his chest and watches its progress. "You'll pray and beg and curse, Dean, but I won't return for you."
His voice drops even lower than normal. "Unfulfilled. Waiting."
"Cas." Dean pants, wrists straining against the leather for a second.
"Maybe I should anyway. You're far too arrogant. Perhaps some humility would serve you well, Dean."
"Cas!"
"You're getting closer."
He moves down and bites Dean's nipple then rubs his body languidly against the line of Dean's. Their cocks press against one another through clothing for an instant before he pulls back to look at Dean.
Dean swallows and just as Cas starts kissing his neck to continue his teasing that will probably end with him moaning like a whore.. he shouts, "Castiel!"
Cas pulls back to smile with surprise.. he wasn't expecting that.
Dean opens his eyes and moves his head closer so he's an inch from Cas' upturned lips. He makes sure his bound hands don't leave the tree. Leaning only his head forward, he pushes their mouths together, kissing him lightly. Carefully.
"Castiel. Please." He says huskily.
Cas makes an unholy noise in the back of his throat and he's flat against the tree, bound hands digging into the small of his back.
"Very good, Dean."
Dean gets a flush at the words. Cas is suddenly gone and he's about to yell in outrage but feels fingers hooking on the top of his jeans. They're pulled down until he's out.
A second later and he's halfway down Cas' throat.
"Holy Shit!" He looks down.
Cas is gracefully kneeling, legs spread wide. He dips his head to lick at Dean's hanging balls while his hand tightens around his wet shaft.
"Oh my fucking.." He's vaguely aware that his boots and jeans are being pulled off but can't think around the wet tongue and teeth scraping up the underside of his dick. "..God."
He's whimpering when he realizes he's completely naked. Opening his eyes, he sees Cas still has his slacks, shirt and shoes on and starts to feel vulnerable as hell. Dean looks around self-consciously, even though he knows they're alone out in the wilderness.
Cas is back in front of him and kisses him once hard and rubs his pants against the cock he was just sucking. He pushes two fingers into Dean's mouth.
Dean's not sure what he's going to do but he's practically gone with lust. He sucks hard and rolls his tongue as Cas' watches, biting his own lip. He pushes them back and forth lewdly over Dean's tongue before withdrawing them.
Cas' nudges his legs wider and drops again.
Dean's eyes fly open at the feel of the fingers he just got all spit-slick, pushing steadily against his holiest of holes. He bucks forward away from the seeking digits.
"Cas!" He yelps, sternly.
Cas responds by holding him in place with a strong hand on his hip. Dean stops moving when his dick is suddenly surrounded by wet heat and being sucked on hard. Dean forgets about moving away until Cas finds his target and pushes in without hesitation.
Dean bucks again but it only pushes him deeper down Cas' throat which feels un-fucking-believable. The fingers follow him and start thrusting in time with the dark-haired head. Suddenly, Cas hits somewhere inside him he would never have believed existed and rests back heavily against the tree. He exhales deeply.. legs shaking and he might have collapsed if it weren't for Cas holding him up by his hip. To help or hold him in place, he didn't know or care.
Jesus, how the hell does that feel so goddamn good. He whimpers and moans.
"Fuck Cas, that feels..." He nearly cums but Cas' head pulls back. "Amazing." He breathes.
"Remember this moment when I decide I want to fuck you."
Dean chokes on air he's gasping so fast.
Jesus Christ. That word coming out of Cas' mouth..
Cas shoves his fingers in, deep and fast, looking up into his eyes and Dean cums hard. It's mostly over his stomach and the ground. Cas moved back so it didn't get him.
He withdraws and that makes Dean grunt and gasp, locking his weak legs so he doesn't fall.
Cas gets to his feet gracefully and kicks Dean behind the knee so he falls forward. He lands on his knees, hunched over, arms still restrained behind him.
Over the sound of his own panting, Dean hears the zipper and sees Cas' black dress shoes in front of him. His head is yanked up by the hair and he's staring at Cas' rock hard dick. It's pushed past his lips quick. Once, twice.. before he pulls it back to jerk it violently close to his face for half a minute. With a deep shuttering sound, cum lands on his nose, chin, lips and tongue. Cas slowly drags his head along Dean's lips.
"Very good." Cas breathes, fingers stroking through his hair.
Author's Note: Because I couldn't sleep.. have another chapter. Don't forget to tip your author..hehe. (o:`, Love to you all. Your comments mean so much!