Sorry, real life.

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So, there seem to be general demand for cockblockers, but I don't wanna get angry smut-deprived Destiel shippers on my case. So which way am I gonna go?


Dean's brain simply short-circuited at those words. If he'd considered shy and calm Cas too hot for words, horny and possessing Cas wad going to be the death of him. Even though he was pinning the painter down and his hands were roaming over that delicious, lean body, Cas was calling the shots. If he decided to end the kiss Dean would follow. Granted, he would probably have to be admitted soon after because he wasn't sure how he could function without having this in his life, but he would follow.

Well, luck had to be on his side this evening because Cas had no intention of stopping. He finally got to feel Dean's hands on him, and it was even better than he imagined. His imagination couldn't provide the little imperfections that made it feel more real, like how calloused Dean's hands were from labor—from handling tools and wood pieces. But on the other hand how gentle his touch was. In Cas' imagination Dean always manhandled Cas to a position he preferred instead of cradling him gently like he was doing now.

"I'll hold you to that," the man above him finally managed to verbalize.

Cas almost forgot what was promised. Almost. He wasn't sure if Dean would go for it. After all, he was what could be seen as an alpha male and they sometimes have trouble with relinquishing power, and Cas had more than few experiences where his lovers lost interest at Cas' passionate and audacious attitude when it came to sex. Because of his usual demeanor his potential partners were put off, even turned off, more than once by his forwardness in bed. Cas figured they were mostly looking for some consenting body to pound into the mattress, not even considering the other way around. But seeing how Dean only seemed more eager at Cas' words made the knot in his stomach uncurl just the slightest bit just as something else below curled toward his belly.

They were kissing in this position for a while now, never changing the pace, the gestures intimate instead of tentative, nothing like first ones.

"Dean," Cas mumbled from around a mouthful of skin he was sucking on, "we have to come up with some course of action 'cause I'm not above trading blow-jobs right here."

"Hot and ready to go. Just the way Dean likes them," came an unexpected, amused voice from above their heads.

Dean wouldn't say he shrieked at that, but in that particular moment he was too aroused to come up with a more manly and sexy synonym so he'd have to settle. He moved over to his seat as quickly as possible, glaring at the woman who was leaning over the rolled down passenger side window with a shit-eating grin. Oh, Dean would get her for this stunt! "Just wait 'til Ben wants a tattoo, then I'll rat her out about the little ink she got once when she was drunk," he mussed spitefully while he and Cas tried to look a little bit more dignified.

"I hate to come up as the bitchy ex who spoils your fun but don't you think there are better places to make good on your offer than in front of my son's bedroom windows?" she asked, although her voice was devoid of any malice or anger and tinged with a hint of a smile when she focused on the blushing passenger. "Hi, I'm Lisa by the way."

"Hello, I'm Castiel," he offered shyly, too mortified to look at the woman. "Please, accept my apologies. I didn't mean to be this inappropriate and-"

"Hey, I get it. And if Dean can't score in this car, he simply can't score. This ride is a magnet and, well, the guy has to work with what God gave him anyways." She grinned at the man she was talking about, clearly enjoying pushing his buttons.

Dean only sat there making a mental list of all the stories he could provide Ben with for his project. Ben was really mature and could decide if they were PG-rated himself.

"Ok," Dean glared at his ex-girlfriend, "we're gonna clear out. Jeez, don't get your panties in a twist," he sighed exasperatedly.

"Thanks. You boys have a nice evening. It was nice meeting you, Castiel." She winked at them and turned to walk back to the house.

Cas only nodded before Lisa turned back as if she remembered something.

"And, Dean..."

Dean glanced up at the woman again.

"I'm gonna take Ben tomorrow, so don't worry about that," she said with a knowing smile.

"Ok, so supportive exes aren't always that bad," Dean thought as he crossed out The Pineapple Incident from the stories he was going to tell Ben about.

After Lisa disappeared into the house Dean turned towards Cas, who was still looking down and inspecting his palms on his lap.

"So, do you wanna go to my place?" he asked hesitantly, not really sure how to get through the initial awkwardness and not making a complete jackass out of himself in the process.

Cas fixed him with an intense gaze as if trying to read his mind.

"We don't have to do anything, but we could just talk or hang out. Seriously, Cas, whatever you would be comfortable with..." He was spared his verbal diarrhea by a hand covering his own.

"I would like that very much, Dean. Either to talk or to resume our previous activities. I really liked doing this with you."

Dean grinned like an idiot at that, but he didn't have to care as Cas' expression matched his, and he turned the ignition on. "So, I've gotta ask." And Dean hated that he needed to ask since he felt like a freaking girl for it, but he had to brace himself for what he should expect. "Is this a one time thing for you, Cas?"

"Do you want it to be?"

"I meant what I said earlier. I've wanted you since the first time I met you, and then, 'cause of this whole mess, I actually got to know you, which was kinda awesome, and I think we could be great together. So maybe you could consider this—us—being something more permanent?"

It's a good thing that Dean was used to residing in Denialville, South Avoidance, because he doesn't have to give up his manly card no matter how girly he sounds.

The relieved smile he got in return was almost enough of an answer. "I'm glad you see it that way," Cas answered simply, relaxing against the passenger seat. After learning a little bit about Dean these past two days he wanted nothing more than to study this amazing man for the rest of his life. He already thought of himself as being in love with Dean, but he wouldn't say it out loud of course, not after such a short period of time.


The drive to his house didn't take long and soon he was parking in his driveway, which, to Cas' absolute joy, was not the same as Sarah's driveway. Dean quickly shot him a cheerful smile as he was getting out of the car and moving towards the house, only stopping for Cas to do the same.

The man quickly caught up with him and fell into step alongside Dean, the man's shoulder brushing his own every few steps.

As soon as they were through the front door Dean launched himself at Castiel, his confidence boosted by the reaction in his libido, and he kissed the other man with renewed vigor. He started to feel less self conscious as Cas was clearly enjoying his ministrations, that and the fact he'd admitted that he liked the idea of Dean as more than just a fuck buddy.

He felt Castiel's hand rake across his back, traveling upwards and into his short hair. An unexpected tug made him moan and he thrust forward slightly, pinning Cas to the wall with his whole body. Dean moved, taking his hands off Cas' shoulders and putting them on the back of his thighs. Cas seemed to catch up with Dean's idea because he jumped and his legs wound up around Dean's waist as Dean held onto him, grinding into Cas and pinning him against the door.

Their lips crashed together in mad passion, Cas moaning when Dean pulled at his hair and moved his lips down to suck at his neck.

Dean tore his mouth away from Cas and growled in his ear, "Bedroom, now."

Cas just nodded in agreement, emphasizing it with a roll of his hips.

Dean's thoughts were all Cas–the way his strong muscled legs had a death grip around him, the way his hot skin felt against his own. He took a step backwards and turned towards the bedroom, not wanting to detach Cas from himself. But when Cas grinded his hips up on Dean one more time his legs gave out and they went tumbling onto the floor. There was a few seconds of silence before they both burst into a fit of laughter. This evening obviously had something against big romantic gestures and fairy tale… Well, adult fairly tale, plots.

"What? Your stamina not as good in your thirties as in your twenties?" Cas teased when his laughing subsided.

"Oh, baby, my stamina is gonna be your new best friend," Dean bit back, trying to contain his laughter, still lying on top of Castiel. "Besides, your not as delicate of a flower as you would think, so don't judge," he murmured and nuzzled behind Cas' ear.

"Whatever. It seems one has to endure elaborate social and equilibristic tasks before one can be fucked around here." He took the opportunity and peeled off Dean's shirt, running his hands down the naked, toned torso.

"Oh, you're so on." Dean repaid him by sneaking his hand between them and unbuckling Cas' belt. "Get naked and get ready, 'cause I'm gonna ruin you for the rest of humanity."

"Promises, promises..." Cas hummed in amusement as Dean grabbed him and hauled into a standing position... Well, leaning, but still, the point was they made progress—and a beeline towards the bedroom.

Cas, who followed behind Dean, took the opportunity to shove him on the bed.

Dean instantly turned onto his back, seeming a little shocked but twice as turned on as before.

Castiel paused for a moment, his mouth turned up in a smirk and his eyes positively blazing with wickedness as he nearly tore Deans belt from his trousers. He made quick work on the zipper before he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Dean's jeans and underwear, pulling them down his thighs.

Dean had to kick them off once they got past his knees as Cas became far too preoccupied with running his mouth down Dean's stomach, stopping just above the head of his cock so he could look up through his eyelashes, captivating Dean's gaze before opening his mouth and taking him in.

Dean let his head fall back against the pillow as Cas swirled his tongue around him. He had to grab onto the sheets to stop himself from bucking his hips into Castiel's mouth, but after a moment, when he could feel himself hit the back of Cas' throat, he couldn't believe how amazing it felt. Castiel took his time with Dean, kissing, touching, and letting that say the words he was holding in.

"Cas… Please. I want more. I-" he whined as Cas released him with a pop, his lips even more plump and shining with saliva and pre-cum. Dean just grabbed him by his shirt, quickly pondering how Cas could still be dressed, and kissed him open-mouthed, moaning as he tasted himself on Cas' tongue. When they parted Dean reached for the drawer by the bed, retrieved a new bottle of lube and a condom, and gave them to Cas.

Cas smiled, not a note of his previous shyness there now, and started to take off his clothes too slowly for Dean's liking. He took off his shirt while still straddling Dean, and the man took the opportunity to put his hands on Cas' bare flesh.

Dean brushed over one incredibly sensitive spot on Cas' lower back and the man let out a small cry of want while throwing his head back. Dean took the opportunity and started sucking a hickey on his neck and Castiel started moving, his legs still clad in jeans and giving friction on his bare cock that made Dean whine and thrash.

Cas stood up and peeled his trousers and boxers away then grabbed the lube while Dean moved to lie on the bed, Cas situating himself between the other man's legs.

"Are you gonna make good on your threats any time soon? Or do you want me to just blow my load in your face from your staring?" he asked, meaning to be playful and defuse the intensity of the situation, but the moan that was ripped out of Cas' only made him grab the sheets tighter as his toes curled at the sound. "So Cas is a sucker for dirty talk, good to know." Dean filed that information away for later.

In the meantime, Cas composed himself enough to pour some lube into his open palm. He tried to warm it up before lowering his hands onto Dean. He moved his index finger around the rim and caressed Dean's thigh when a high-pitched sound echoed in the room.

"You ok up there, Winchester?" Cas asked, grinning at the sound. He loved to tease Dean and see the man blush, especially now when he had the right to do so.

Unfortunately for Cas, it appeared two could play at the teasing game as Dean said, "Seriously, man, move or I'm gonna have to impale myself on you."

Dean grinned, and the feral look on Cas' face would scare the shit out of him if it didn't serve to arouse him more.

Cas downright growled and slid the first digit inside without any warning. Dean gave a small howl at the intrusion, which only made Cas squirm in anticipation. He had never seen anything so stunning. Dean was so reactive while Cas was working slicked finger after finger into him. Cas scissored the man open earnestly, not wanting to waste more time. He was so painfully hard that every second of hearing Dean's moans and feeling his body tremble underneath him pushed Cas a little closer to the edge, and if he wasn't in Dean soon the whole game would be over before it even began.

"C-Cas," Dean stuttered out raggedly. "Fuck me, please, just fuck..."

With a groan, Castiel cut him off, removed his fingers and gripped onto Dean's hips, positioning himself and pushing in slowly, gritting his teeth because the heat and the tightness of Dean was just too much for him. He entered one inch, then another, then another; allowing Dean a few seconds to adjust in-between.

"Dean," Cas moaned out. "You're so hot, and tight."

Dean moaned, grinding down onto Cas and causing the man to make another delicious sound. Even though Dean was lying on his back, about to be pounded through the mattress, he was determined to shake Cas as well. "That's cause you're the first one there, baby," he purred and thrust down on Cas again. It was true; he was always topping when with other men, doing it the other way not even crossing his mind before.

"D-Dean," Cas whimpered then. He fucking whimpered, and he hadn't even moved yet! He slowly began moving in and out of Dean's tight channel, the friction and the constricting tightness making him groan. Dean did so as well, trying his best to meet Castiel's thrusts, which were slow and deliberate, increasing slightly in pace.

Finally, Cas hit that spot inside Dean, and the man chanted his name like a mantra and arched towards him. "God, Cas, please... Whatever you do...don't stop"

Cas obeyed the command and started slamming faster into the tight body beneath him. Castiel pressed his lips to Dean's and they kissed frantically, tongues moving in and out as their bodies slowly started to lose the rhythm.

Cas reached between their bellies and took Dean's cock in his hands, his lips claiming Dean's one more time. When he fingered the slit of Dean's cock the sensation caused an overload to the man's body. Dean came first with a low groan, spilling onto their stomachs and clenching around Cas almost viciously so the orgasm was nearly ripped out of the other man. Cas made a few more sharp thrusts through their orgasm as they breathed into each other's mouths, bodies too rigid to even kiss properly.

When Cas finally came down from his high he couldn't help but collapse onto Dean. He lazily kissed his chest and shoulders until he felt the green-eyed man start to move beneath him.

Dean pushed Cas onto his back and gently peeled the condom off off him. He moved to throw it out and retrieve a wet cloth from the bathroom. After they cleaned themselves up a little bit Cas looked at Dean shyly and moved to snuggle against his side.

"Hi, again," Dean greeted. "I see you're back to your pre-aroused state." And Dean liked Cas that way, though now he appreciated it even more knowing how passionate the other man could get. Dean couldn't wait for another round. Tomorrow, maybe.

"Yes, I get a little bolder when I'm excited," Cas slurred into Dean's skin, warm breath dancing against the sweaty chest. "I hope it's not gonna be a problem."

"Are you kidding me? We're awesome together, man." He could feel the man smiling against his chest and breathing out contently. Dean's hands wound up in Cas' hair, playing with the strands absentmindedly. "Stay?" Dean requested, still not sure whether they were on the same page here.

"Gladly. For as long as you'll have me."

Dean didn't say anything to that because it was too soon to ask for forever, but any other response seemed insufficient and shallow. Oh, boy, was he screwed.


Yeah, OK. I suck at smut. I'm a smut sucker. Too bad for you I have one more super smutty chapter and few slightly smutty scenes already, but the story can go without it. So thoughts?

And how do you like your Destiel? Slow and fluffy or get to the point and finish them? Comments are appreciated.