Once the two of them were away from the crowd, they found themselves outside Dean's bedroom. Dean pushed open the door, quickly ushering Castiel inside to avoid anyone seeing them.
Dean knew the servents wouldn't say anything about Castiel, but he feared what the other families might if they were to see the two of them sneaking off to his bedroom.
Dean didn't give a fuck about his own reputation, his father would merely dismiss any 'rumors', but he'd be damned if some nosy asshole were to soil Castiel's name. More importantly, he didn't want Castiel's family threatening to disown him or worse, just because they were in love.
"Is this okay?" Dean asked clicking the lock on his door before turning to face Castiel, nervously carding his hand through his hair as he looked up into Castiel's eyes. He cleared his throat in a vain attempt to settle his nerves, this was the first time he'd had Castiel alone in his bedroom.
They had snuck off to other parts of the mansion before, and to more secluded parts of the house grounds to be together, but never in here. Dean had only ever dreamed of having Castiel in the privacy of his room.
"It is more than okay, Dean," Castiel answered moving to stand in front of him, offering a bashful smile as he took Dean's hands into his, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss one palm then the other. He gazed up at Dean through his lashes, his cheeks flushing when he noticed Dean biting his bottom lip.
Dean drew his hands from Castiel's grasp to place them on Castiel's waist, pulling him against his body, bringing their lips together in a searing kiss as his hands caressed Castiel's body, up his back and coming to settle on the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss.
"I've been counting the days until I could be with you again, my love... My nights spent dreaming of you," Dean confessed breaking the kiss, keeping his hands on Castiel's neck as he leaned forward, his forehead pressed against Castiel's.
"Oh beloved, I'm terribly sorry to have left you wanting... I thought about you every day I was gone. Wishing you could have been with me on my trip to Paris," Castiel let out a sigh, bringing his hands to rest on Dean's hips. He tipped his head and covered Dean's mouth in a chaste kiss.
-_-_-_-
Dean guided Castiel towards the bed, slowly and methodically removing their clothing as they went. Castiel landed on the bed, his coat, vest and undershirt discarded on the floor, only his pants remaining. Dean was also now without his top layers, left in nothing but his trousers as he crawled on top of Castiel.
"Dean... My Dean," Castiel panted breathlessly, his hands caressing warm flesh, fingers brushing lightly over Dean's nipples, causing him to suck in a shuddering breath. Dean bent down to lavish Castiel's neck in kisses, eliciting soft moans from him while Dean's hands worked open his pants.
"My Castiel," Dean whispered into his ear, his hand slipping between them to squeeze Castiel through his undergarments, stroking the stiff length expertly. Castiel writhed beneath him, trying desperately to buck up into his hand but Dean kept him pinned to the bed.
"More, beloved... Please, I need more," Castiel whined, begging for Dean's touch on his body. He would do anything to make Dean keep touching him like this. Dean smiled, chuckling quietly against his neck, nipping the sensitive skin below his ear.
Dean lifted his hand, and Castiel whimpered in protest until he felt Dean's hand pulling down his underwear to give him the contact he craved, that they both craved. Dean formed a loose fist around Castiel's cock and stroked him, loving every noise that fell from his mouth.
"Let it all out, angel... " Dean whispered huskily in Castiel's ear, licking and biting his earlobe. Dean's hand moved faster over his straining cock, using the bit of fluid that leaked from the slit, easing the friction. Castiel moaned, Dean's name only coming out as a quiet whimper as Castiel's orgasm shot through him and over his stomach and Dean's hand.
"So sweet," Dean smiled darkly, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick at the residue clinging to his fingers. Castiel gave a breathless chuckle, shivering pleasantly at the sight of Dean licking his essence from his hand.
-_-_-_-
"Have you seen your brother?" John questioned, placing a firm hand on Sam's arm as he drew his aside from the small group gathered by the drink table. Sam turned, pulling out of his father's grasp, looking him in the eye.
"No, sir. Perhaps he's with mother..." Sam lied without hesitation, having no qualms about covering for his brother. He knew their father wasn't against Dean's lifestyle, but he would be dammed if he would risk Castiel's reputation. Sam was the only person Dean trusted with their secret, he wasn't about to break that trust.
"If you see him, please let him know I would like to talk with him..." John responded, letting out a exasperated sigh. He loves Dean, but any time he made attempts to speak with him regarding matters of the family business, Dean was nowhere in sight. He turned to leave without another word.
"Parental problems, Samuel?" a familiar voice caught Sam's attention from watching his father storm off in search of his brother. Sam turned around to see one of their childhood friends, Ms. Charlie Bradbury, the fiesty red-head. She now ran an organization that helped gays and lesbians who were homeless.
"You have no idea, I can not wait to move at the end of the year... Though I suppose I should be grateful for this," Sam gestured at the room, waving a hand at the crowd around them. His parents, mostly his mother had planned this grand party in honor of him being accepted into college.
"I'm surprised you're not taking up the family business with your brother," Charlie said in mock-surprise, clasping a hand on Sam's arm in an affectionate gesture, smiling brightly at him.
"All the more reason to move, I've no interest in it... Father has given up on me, and I feel bad for Dean, though he's far better at dealing with our old man than I ever was," Sam gave Charlie a half smile. He suddenly wanted to change the subject away from family, as it always put a sour taste in his mouth.
"What have you been up to as of late?" Sam inquired as he took Charlie's hand in his, leading her towards a less crowded part of the room. He was weary of anyone overhearing mention of Charlie's organization, worried about anyone potentially making threats towards it or Charlie herself.