Sorry for the slow update, but I rewrote the beginning of this chapter like five times before it was acceptable. Still not entirely happy, but I don't want you guys to think I've abandoned the fic. So I hope you'll enjoy it.

Oh, major smut alert.

Also, sorry for potential mistakes, didn't read is as many times as I should have, but I'm going away for few days with no way to post the story till the midweek, so wanted you to have it now.


Dean was going to kill his brother. Yeah, that was the moment he fully understood Cain and the whole fratricide ordeal. Sammy was gonna be a dead-meat and his kid would be called a posthumous child which sounded kinda cool, actually. Of course there were stuff like fleeing the country and becoming a fugitive afterward, but you know, details.

He was plotting the murder for the better part of the evening. In addition, this upgraded to multiple manslaughter when Adam convinced them they should have a night out together, for the sake of the old times.

'Like hell' he mussed petulantly as he dragged his ass off the couch and the few blocks to the Roadhouse. He was walking behind the group, Cas next to him, trying to convince his Dean that it'd be nice to have the opportunity to know the Winchester family better. And they had entire weekend for themselves later, so what's bad about few hours less spend horizontally.

Yeah, cause Dean would prefer to spend time with his dorky cousins instead of his hot boyfriend who was totally ready for him. What bugged him even more was the fact he kinda enjoyed himself.

When they arrived to The Roadhouse it was still kind of early, so it hadn't been that crowded. They all gathered at the bar where Ellen – awesome as she was – refused to serve them on empty stomachs, stuffing them full of fries and burgers before serving beer. Cas wasn't quite sure regarding the separation of duties among Winchesters but it seemed that the oldest of the group cared about the well being of the others, cause the moment they stepped into the bar Dean lost his big brother vibe and became the most petulant child to Ellen's mother figure.

They actually had plenty of fun until few hours later, when one of the patrons in the now crowded bar decided that Cas needed company other than the Winchester clan. First, when he introduced himself as Nick or Mick or some other ...ick and invited Cas to seat at his table no one had bat an eye at him. Cas refused politely and attempted to go back to the topic at hand, but that ...ick bastard actually had the nerve to proposition Cas.

"Sorry, but I'm here with someone already." Cas, still polite, the angel he was, replied and scooted closer to Dean who threw his arm around his boyfriend and glared at the ...ick dick, who seemed to acknowledge Dean's presence for the first time if the way he looked at him was anything to go by.

"Him?" asked ...ick prick smirking. "Come on, baby, that guy doesn't even look like he's into guys. He's probably just curious. Doesn't he try to pick up girls when he's with you?"

At this point everybody in the group had become quiet and basically preparing themselves to jump on Dean and pin him to the floor so he wouldn't tear the guy to shreds. Cause he haven't even called Cas 'baby' yet, and now the pet name is tainted and the guy would be counting his teeth on the floor if his cousins weren't holding him down. Which Dean will be thankful for later cause if he did that he wouldn't be able to witness the hottest thing in the Universe. Which is furious Cas. Well, probably when his fury isn't directed at Dean, cause then it might have been the most piss-inducing thing in the Universe.

Cas got up really slowly and glared at the icky …ick like he's something one scrapes from the bottom of a shoe.

"I couldn't tell. We're usually too busy fucking." And then he grabbed Dean's arm and dragged his grinning ass away from the group and towards the restrooms.

When they stepped into the room Dean quickly crowded Cas against the sink, cause no one will say he's slow on an update.

"That was pretty hot" he mumbled as he licked to the other man's mouth. He pushed Cas through the first opened door and crushed their lips once more.

"I was just making a point, Dean." Cas managed as Dean's hands wandered in the proximity of his belt buckle.

"Yup, and we're playing along." Dean smirked as Cas' jeans dropped to his knees and started to work on his own clothing. "I wanna show the prejudiced bastard I can be as gay as the next guy." He said and made grabby hands at the black haired man.

„Still, I don't think we'll manage. It's so tiny!" Castiel complained scrutinizing the space.

„You know, Cas, that's not the best line to say to a man who just took his pants off." And with that statement Cas was done holding back, cause Dean, that adorable jerk had to be taught a lesson. And he would be the one to wipe that smirk out of the bastard's mouth. Preferably with Cas' dick.

But Dean, on the other hand, had different plans. As much as he enjoyed sucking Cas off earlier and observing his eyes basically rolling to the back of his head he was one orgasm behind and he was about correct that injustice. So he'd spun Cas around and wrapped his hand around his waist and the other around Cas' dick. He pumped him slowly, first to full erection and then grazed his thumb against the slid, which caused the most delicious moan to be ripped out of Cas.

Stuck in this position Dean really didn't think that through. The need to embrace Cas, to be as close to him as possible put him in an impasse. Cause with one hand around Cas, and he'd be reluctant to let the man go, and the other pumping his dick – and at this point this hand could be as well glued to that part of his boyfriend anatomy – made Dean one limb short. And his pre-cum leaking, abandoned dick is the best proof to that. So he had to be creative, and the two globes of Cas' ass seemed like an antidote for all his worries. So as he kissed the man's neck he'd slowly, as to not spook his, slid his aching dick between Cas' tights. He could feel him tensing for a while, but another kiss following it's predecessor and a slow drag of his teeth against his boyfriend's shoulder blade seemed to relax the man in front of him.

So Dean continued, rhythmically pumping Cas and sliding his own dick against Cas' tights, managing to jab at his balls. The movement didn't go unappreciated as one of Cas' hands rested on the wall, the other reached behind, grabbing Dean's ass and grinding harder against him.

Dean was rutting against Cas and he felt the anticipated heat coiling in his stomach, his rhythm becoming erratic if not completely abandoned. Cas was moaning, grinding himself harder and harder, making those delicious, tiny sounds at the back of his throat. They continued until they've heard footsteps. Dean covered Cas' mouth with the less engaged hand and froze. Of course only for a while, cause what could be better, than Cas, biting his lips in attempt to muffle the noises.

Cas, apparently, couldn't appreciate the finer things in life as he tried, though halfheartedly, to disentangle himself from Dean. He even tried to gross Dean out by licking the palm that was covering his mouth, but come on. What good would it be? Dean used the opportunity and slipped two fingers into Cas' mouth, just as the mystery person left the room, and at the same time he resumed his hand job.

Dean's grunt filled the room as he was getting closer to release. The orgasm was ripped out of him when Cas suddenly had flexed his muscles, making the friction nearly unbearable. Dean came all over his rear, but continued to pump the other man. Cas released his fingers with an obscene pop and Dean used the slickness to circle his hole. When he delicately pushed one digit in, Cas came all over the wall tiles arching his back like a cat.

They stood there for a while, trying to catch a breath, Cas bracing his both hands against the wall with Dean leaning heavily onto his back.

"Dean?" Cas started after a moment, finally managing to even his breathing.

"Mmmm... wanna me to move?" the other man asked, still motionless.

"Mmm... I think I've done enough socializing with your family for one night. Can we go?"

Dean just smiled into the man's neck and dropped final kiss there before moving to clean them up a little.

"Can't wait for me?"

"Please, Dean." Cas fixed him with a stare that would be appropriate for a grown up fed up with obstinate child. "I've already came twice. I need some refractory time." He'd stated before moving to leave the bathroom.

"Still, it was awesome."

They tried to make themselves more or less presentable, but they were less inconspicuous than planned if the cat-calls were anything to go by. Sam almost threw them out claiming they smelled like sex and calling them sociably useless.


After they had came back to the house Dean fixed them some grub, cause hello, strenuous activities! and they went upstairs to take a shower. As promised, they'd stepped in together, for environmental reasons of course, and the cleaning soon became touching, which morphed into groping which ended up as kissing passionately in the middle of the room.

At this point Cas' limbs might as well been made of jelly, cause as Dean manhandled him onto the bed he'd only managed to rest on his elbows, his head lying on the pillow. Dean hold onto his hip and started opening him, a task, which thanks to his earlier ministration, could be started with two fingers and a little wiggle room. He could feel Dean's knuckles bending inside, searching for his prostate. When he finally found it and pressed onto, Cas' whole body shoot upwards, the man now supporting himself on his soon added the third finger and continued, alternating between stretching Castiel's hole and rubbing his prostate.

Cas was about to surrender at this point, since all he managed were a ragged breaths coming out of his stinging lungs.

"Cas, are you OK?" Dean seemed seriously concerned, but Cas couldn't let him stop.

"I... will be... " he managed between pants"when you're... inside me." And that's all the encouragement Dean needed. He quickly put his condom on, applied lube generously and slid home in one swift motion. A motion that caused Cas to groan loudly and arch his back in a long, gracious bow impaling himself on Dean even deeper and hooking his ankles against his boyfriend calves to keep himself grounded.

"Cas?" Dean wasn't sure the man hadn't cause himself any damage. He was gritting his teeth and his eyes were shut tight. The other man could feel his legs trembling and only a ragged 'move' made him relax and roll his hips experimentally.

"Fuck yes!" Was the first coherent sentence from Cas and it did things to Dean. He withdrew slightly and then pushed it again. Cas' head fell backwards onto Dean's shoulder, whose both hands were placed firmly on the smaller man's torso. It wasn't the best angle, so Dean opted for rocking his hips into Cas instead of pulling out. It seemed to have it's perks for the other man, cause from this angle, Dean's cock was constantly brushing against his prostate.

The pressure was almost overwhelming to Cas, his entire body clenching and shivering. That's why it was no surprise when his legs finally gave out and he felt back against Dean, who wasn't able to hold their weight.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered them both on the bed without dislodging their positions in the process. He laid on his back, legs folded, his feet planted on the mattress, knees bent, ass in the air. That new positions gave him more room to pound into Castiel, who was lying on top of him, with his back to Dean's chest.

"Jesus... Cas" Dean managed, as he buried himself to the hilt into Cas.

At this point the man in question was just gaping, his senses too overwhelmed to manage any sort of response. When Dean started to move again – sharp, hard thrusts – Cas threw his arms open to the sides and clutched the pillow, his knuckles becoming white from the force of the grip. His bones felt like they were liquefied and all he could do was lay on top of Dean and try not to loose his mind. If it wasn't for Dean's hand gripping his hip he would surely slid down from the bed. It's enough their heads weren't settled on the bed, but handing right outside of it. Cas' head was threw back, his neck aching from the strain, his dick bouncing on his abdomen. Right next to his ear Dean was groaning loudly from exertion but not faltering.

Cas felt like he was about to die, his whole body on fire, every muscle tensed and strained. He was sure that if Dean stopped pounding into him he's gonna loose his mind, which seemed as likely to happen if he continued what he was doing.

Finally it all became too much, but it wasn't caused by the feel of his dick against his abdomen nor the way Dean hit his prostate with striking accuracy in each increasingly desperate thrust. It was more accidental and it happened the moment Dean moved his other hand to gain better footing and he accidentally slid it against Cas' dick. That small touch was enough for Cas to come, untouched, his vision going white for a moment. His body went rigid and locked into a semi-bridge, clenching almost viciously against Dean and ripping the orgasm out of him as well.

In that moment Dean's legs finally gave out and he flopped onto the bed with Cas still on top. They were both covered in a sheen layer of sweat, their jaws hanging slack, no one saying a word. Cas was kinda praying for Dean not to move, cause his whole body was tingling violently, going through the aftershock.

No one said a word nor moved until Dean could hear Cas' steady breaths. Only then he moved the smaller man onto the bed and went for a cloth to clean them both. Not having enough energy to do anything more he wrapped them in blankets and dropping final kiss onto Cas' temple drifted to sleep.


The line about being too busy is, very sadly, not mine. It was Betsy Drake (Cary Grant's wife no 3). "I didn't have time to think about his [Cary Grant's] homosexuality, we were too busy fucking." Betsy FTW! Giggles maniacally every time. Ah, golden times of cinema.

Oh, and you have a voice regarding the next chapter. I can skip directly to Sam's bday or I can write a fluffy chapter about the rest of their weekend, and do the party in the chapter after. So what do you prefer?

Pps. I don't know if I described the last position well enough. I was inspired by a gif at tumblr's deancaspornlookalikes under /post/53454314052 – careful it's super explicit.