I know I said this chapter would have a lot more smut in it, but I'm having to stretch it out for better effect, and the next chapter will have more.
He was digging through cabinets when he heard a deep voice from behind him. As he turned, he was stunned to find a man standing in the living room by an armchair. Dressed with black slacks, white button down, blue tie, and wearing a large light tan trench coat. Still, he knew immediately who this guy was. Though he had never seen him up close, there was no other person it could be. Dean walked forward toward the guy, and paused for a moment with a look back, then returned his attention to the angel. The guy glanced over Dean's shoulder and gave him a slight smile telling him he was glad to finally meet him. Not really being able to think of how much he actually knew, he raised an eyebrow in question. Dean lunged forward and embraced the guy, then stood back and threw a pot shot to the gut. Wincing, he stepped back from the two adults, not sure what to expect. It didn't look like Castiel was hurt, but was instead confused. Growling, Dean shouted a few questions, and then slumped off to the love seat. Deciding it was safe, he went and sat next to Dean.
Dean and Castiel didn't really talk about much that interested him, but it was clear that Castiel felt there was something strange about the area. During their talk, he couldn't help but check out the guy sitting in the armchair. His skin tone was darker than Dean's, but he didn't know if it was inherited or if he just was outside in the sun all the time. His head seemed a bit rounder, with a flatter forehead and intense eyebrows. The lips were much thicker than Dean's, with quite a bit of scruff covering the lower half of his face. His blue eyes seemed to almost penetrate into his soul. As he spoke, he lifted his large hand and placing his thumb on his cheek and his index and middle finger to the temple in contemplation. Though he knew it was almost impossible to accurately judge a guys package size through sitting down and wearing pants, it didn't stop him from guessing. Just as he started to glance down to check out his crotch hoping to get an idea of what lay beneath, he was overcome by that same feeling of being watched as earlier.
Lifting his head, he stared through the walls in the direction as the creek where the unknown presence was. After a moment, he heard Dean calling to the angel. Glancing back toward them with a question ready, when suddenly felt the urge to pee. Not quite sure where or why this came on so fast, he rose and almost tripped over Castiel's foot. Hurrying away and glanced back as Dean gave him a questioning look. Mouthing "Have to pee", he dropped his hand down to his crotch, clamping his fingers onto his penis, sure he was about to piss his pants. By the time he rushed through the open door, he had already unzipped his pants and was trying to fish out his dick.
Just as he pulled it out into the open, he felt the urine shoot out. For the briefest of moments, his aim was off and the a few drops landed on the floor. Sighing with relief, he smiled as the stream hit the bottom of the stool, creating a deeper rumble of sound. The last few droplets spurting out, he shook his penis twice. At school, some of his friends made jokes that if you shook your dick after you pissed more than two times, it was considered masturbation. Zipping up, he grabbed tissue and cleaned up his mess, being sure to get all he could. Standing there,he looked around the small bathroom and for some reason didn't feel the need to return to the living room.
He walked up to the sink and stared at his reflection. Leaning in closer, he noticed his face was kind of dirty. Dirt was smeared on his forehead and on the right cheek. Lifting his shirt, he noticed other areas over his chest where mud and sweat had smeared all over. Reluctantly, he angled his nose closer to his arm pits and gave a small sniff. The smell wasn't awful, but it did warrant the need of a shower. Sighing, he shook his head and turned to exit the room. Walking back to the living room, he glanced at his arms to see if they were a mess as well. The act was interrupted when he slammed into something and knocked backward. Letting out an audible grunt, he threw his arms out, desperately grasping anything to halt his tumble.
"Sorry Ben, I wasn't paying attention." Dean chuckled, smirking.
"That's o.k. Dean." he said, peering over his shoulder, hoping to get another glimpse of the hot angel. Again, he wondered what he was packing under those slacks. Would Dean help him find out this query. He opened his mouth, determined to ask Dean, but he lost his nerve before he could get it out. As he decided to walk away to figure out how to ask him, he felt a tug from behind. Glancing down, Dean had hooked a finger through one of the belt loops on his slacks. Taking hold of his shoulders, he turned him around and smiled softly at him.
"What was you going to say? You should know by now I really don't mind about that stuff." Dean told him, smiling.
Hesitating, he finally just blurted out his thoughts. To say he was surprised at Dean's willingness was an understatement. After they had a plan laid out, he hurried up to his room and grabbed some clothes and dashed back down. As he briefly walking through the living room where the two guys could see him, he felt as if his ears would burn off from embarrassment. Once in the bathroom, he started the shower on low. Turning, he removed the picture and stared out through the one way mirror at the chair visible from the door. It seemed ages, but in reality it was probably less than a minuted before he saw the shadows approaching the final destination. At that point he stripped nude and watched as Dean came into view with his right hand pulling Castiel along with his engorged cock.
Even as the angel sat in the chair, his own erection ached and leaked a great deal of precum. Fisting his dick, his eyes were glued onto the scene on the other side of the door. Though not terribly long, his cock was thick with a massive head with a rather large slit The color was darker than Dean's, and there might have been a thicker patch up pubes. Dean reached down and rubbed his own crotch, and with a half glance backward, reluctantly dropped his hand. For some reason, he removed his shirt and placed it over Cass's face. Heart racing, he slowly and carefully opened the bathroom door.
Once in range, he turned over onto his back and shimmied between Dean's legs. Dean jumped when he reached up and unzipped Dean's zipper. It was obvious Dean was hard and needed relief. His thick aching rod burst through the opening and a few drops of precum landed on his face. Opening his mouth, he began his work,with a hand down by his side jerking his own dick, while the other squeezed through the zipper and forced it's way under his sweaty balls and into his entrance. It all ended within 15 seconds of each other. He heard a deep muffled grunt from the chair, and the suddenly as his finger finally hit Dean's prostate, his mouth was flooded with his hot salty seed. At this, his hormones went into overdrive and he lost it, shooting his load at Dean's jean clad ass. Sighing with relief, he quickly made his way back to the bathroom and finally took his shower.
Now that he was clean, he returned to sitting next to Dean. Carefully, he slipped his hand onto Deans that was laying next to his thigh. Intertwining their fingers together, he sat there content, listening to Dean and Castiel talk, some how drifting off to sleep. When he woke, the scent of food filled his nostrils. He had been placed on the couch with a thin blanket covering him. Hearing voices from the kitchen, he remained where he was until a new loud sound interrupted the commotion from the other room. A loud low rumble came from his stomach, as it growled from hunger. Rotating his head to look at the wall clock, he discovered it was almost 8. Trying to remember what time it was when they arrived from the creek he stretched his arms and legs.
Though the room was dark, he detected a shadow approaching from the kitchen. After a moment, he felt ruffling with his hair with a chuckle. Trying to look up, the figure lowered his face and he felt Dean's mouth rest against his from upside down, reminding him of how Mary Jane kissed Spiderman while he was hanging from his web. Mouth now turning into a smile, Dean reached down and rubbed his chest. Kissing his cheek, Dean lifted him into a sitting position and scooted him over. Sitting down where his head had been, he stretched his arms as well. A silhouette joined them and stood next to the couches arm rest. For moment, he couldn't remember who this could be. He was about to say "hey mom" when a deep rough voice came from the dark shape.
"Did you have a good nap, Ben?" Castiel asked warmly.
"Yea, thanks. I didn't mean to fall asleep. It kind of just took over without warning." he chuckled, with a yawn.
"That's cool, Cass and I put together a meal for dinner. Well, not really." Dean said next to him.
"I don't get it." he said blankly.
"What Dean means is that I used my powers to disappear from here and reappear in town and ordered food and came back." he said calmly, as if it was just an ordinary event.
"What did you get?" he asked, as his stomach growled again.
"Pizza. A large Italian sausage pan pizza with a family order of cheese sticks. I also whipped into a store and retrieved Mountain Dew, Pepsi, -" Castiel was cut off when Dean playfully poked him in the ribs and pointed at the bar. Glancing over, he let out a snort of amusement It seemed the angel had gotten every type of soda in two liter bottles. Everything from multiple brands and flavors, including diets and caffeine frees. Getting up, he walked over to the bar that was completely covered in two liters. Looking closer, he laughed again as he saw Barqs, A&W , Mug, and IBC root beer brands. There must have been 30 kinds of soda there. Turning, he raised and eyebrow at the angel. Castiel looked down at his shoes, ears turning pink. Dean chuckled as he got up and patted the guys arm before joining him at the bar.
As they grabbed paper plates, he noticed that the angel was no longer in his suit and coat, but instead wore a t- shirt and knee length shorts that seemed to hug his crotch very tightly. He turned and raised an eyebrow at Dean, who winked and headed into the living room turning on the T.V. Shaking his head, he followed with the angel behind him. Sitting down, he took the control and flicked it to BW Network. Scrolling down, he sighed with relief as he saw his favorite show about to come on. Castiel sat over on the couch, looking somewhat bemused and out of place. Dean looked over at him and frowned.
"What's wrong Cass?" he asked, looking a bit wary.
"Nothing Dean, I just..."he paused for a moment."I've never had a real opportunity to relaxed like this." he finished with a smile slowly forming on his lips. Dean snorted and went back to munching on his pizza. Cass shrugged and smiled at Ben. He glanced at the t.v. as if hoping it would explain what was going to happen. Opening his mouth to ask what was on, Ben beat him to it and explained.
"The show called Paratual. The title is a combination of paranormal and spiritual. Two sisters have to travel all of Europe looking for their mother after she went missing. Along the way they have to fight monsters and ghosts to get her back. Their father was killed when their houseboat sank after a fire broke out on the hull of the boat, causing him to drown. Right now they're heading to visit their mom's best friend Roberta, looking for possible leads." he finished excitedly. The angel nodded and tried to get into the show, but Ben could tell it was just something he wasn't ready for.
Finally, stuffed and full, and now terribly sleepy, he felt his eyes slowly closing. Dean ruffled his hair and kissed him on the cheek. This made him blush like crazy as the angel watched this with interest. Still, as he began to nod off, Dean picked him up in his massive arms and carried him all the way up stairs and into the large bedroom. This surprised him for he figured he'd have to sleep in his own room. Leaning in, Dean kissed him hard on the lips and then his forehead. Smiling, he latched onto Dean's hand for a moment before let it drop. Drifting off, he breathed in Dean's scent as his eyes finally closed and he was gone. Hours later he was shaken awake gently and he blinked and looked over at the clock. The time read a bit after midnight. Yawning he looked for Dean and gasped.
The side lamp softly illuminated the room with Dean and Cass standing close to the foot of the bed. What had made him gasp was the way they were presenting themselves. They both were nude, except for the tight thongs that barely covered the amply sized organs hidden under the material. The soft glowing light gave their bodies an almost bronze color, and the shadows enhanced their muscles. Standing there, they were angled so that he could seem them both very easily. They also stood facing each other slightly, their crotches maybe a foot away. Dean smiled and winked at him, reaching down and cupping the Angels crotch, while the same was done to him. Even as he watched, their bulges began to grow.
"Happy Birthday, Ben." Dean said to him in a deep seductive voice.