Castiel and Dean laid together, catching their breath and enjoying the aftershock of their orgasms when Dean was the first to say something. "Hey Cas, you, uh, got anything to clean up with? Is my shirt nearby?" Dean questioned rolling onto his back, glancing over at Cas. "I'll get us a towel. Wish me luck I don't run into Gabriel..." Castiel responded with a huffed laugh as he sat up and stood from the bed.
Castiel tried to ignore the now uncomfortable cool, stickiness making his boxers cling to his soft dick as he crossed the floor to his door. He eased it open, sticking his face through the gap and checking the hallway. No sign of Gabriel. Castiel quietly made his way across the hall to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth from under the sink and running it under some warm water before moving to leave the bathroom.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Castiel groaned lowly at hearing his brother's voice, looking up to see Gabriel standing in the doorway of his own bedroom. "Go back to sleep, Gabriel." Castiel muttered quietly, reaching his bedroom door. "If you and your boyfriend keep it down." Gabriel drew out the word boyfriend, eyeing the washcloth in Castiel's hand.
Castiel felt his face heat up. He knew Gabriel was just trying to get a rise out of him, he didn't know Dean actually was his boyfriend. "Maybe you should put in earplugs, brother." Castiel smirked, throwing Gabriel a defiant look. Gabriel stammered, clearly having not expected Castiel to fight back.
Castiel stepped back inside his room, still smirking to himself when he spotted Dean now sitting up against the headboard of his bed with an eyebrow raised in his direction. "I heard Gabriel come outta his room, what did you tell him?" Dean asked, smiling as Castiel approached the bed. Castiel handed him the washcloth.
"He told us to be quiet and I may have told him to wear earplugs..." Castiel blushed as he removed his soiled boxers, tossing them into a nearby laundry basket beside his dresser. Dean laughed aloud, startling Castiel, who laughed back after a moment. Dean handed him back the washcloth, Castiel swiped it over he head of his dick before chucking it into the laundry on top of his boxers.
"Damn, Cas." Dean chuckled, holding up the blanket for Cas as he climbed back into bed with him, now completely nude. Dean settled the blanket over them, wrapping his arm around Cas' waist as he tugged him closer against his side. "He shouldn't have tried to embarrass me." Castiel nuzzled into the crook of Dean's neck. He tucked his leg in between Dean's, his soft dick pressing against Dean's thigh.
-_-_-_
Dean watched quietly as Rowena flitted around the kitchen making breakfast, content to sit beside Cas at the breakfast bar. Chuck had already left for work before the two of them had woken up, and Gabriel was still sleeping in. Though, Dean was pretty sure he was avoiding Cas after last night. He wished he could have seen the look on the older boy's face.
"Here you go, boys." Rowena smiled brightly as she set down plates full of food in front of Dean and Cas, coming to settle into a seat beside Cas with a plate of her own. "Thank you, miss." Dean nodded picking up his fork. The three of them ate in silence, Dean was happy to be a part of the family time.
Halfway through eating, Gabriel came into the kitchen casting a glance over at Cas before grabbing a plate of food and ducking out of the kitchen before Rowena could stop him. Dean and Cas had to stifle their laughter to avoid questioning from Rowena.
"Wanna hang out after school? We could grab a bite, I know an awesome little burger joint." Dean announced as he slid from his seat and took his and Cas' plates to the sink, blushing when Rowena thanked him. "Sure, lemme grab my stuff and we'll head out." Castiel slid from his seat, ducking out of the kitchen to run upstairs.
Castiel quickly came back downstairs, book bag over his shoulder as he reached Dean waiting by the front door. They waved goodbye to Rowena before leaving the house, Castiel smiled when Dean took his hand as they marched down the path to Dean's waiting car. Once inside the Impala, Dean pulled Cas onto his lap, hands on his hips as he kissed him roughly.
"What was that for?" Castiel asked, a little breathless. Dean shrugged, giving him a look. "Felt like it." he grinned up at Cas. Castiel put his arms around Dean's neck, pressing against him as he captured Dean's lip in a more tentative kiss. Dean held Cas close, leaning up into the kiss. "We're gonna be late if we keep this up." Cas spoke against Dean's mouth.
Dean rolled his hips into Cas', smirking into the kiss as it turned lazy. "What are they gonna do? Expell us." Dean teased, groaning when Cas instinctively bucked his hips. "Well, no... But we could get marks on our records for being absent." Castiel's breath hitched when Dean's hands settled over his ass.
"You're telling me you've never ditched class to play hooky." Dean chuckled giving Cas' ass a teasing squeeze, drawing a soft gasp from him. He shook his head. "Not once." he answered. Dean bucked his hips, causing Cas to lean forward and drape himself over Dean, his hands coming to catch himself on the back of the seat.
"If I promise to take the fall, will you play hooky with me?" Dean's hands grasped and kneaded Cas' ass, smirking when he felt Cas' obvious hard-on brush against his own. "If you'll keep doing... That... Yes." Castiel moaned as Dean continued to grind up against him, hands firm on his ass. Dean chuckled, the sound rumbling Cas' chest.
-_-_-_
"You're serious?" Castiel questioned skeptically, eyeing Dean from the passenger seat. Dean had brought them out to their field and had parked in the middle of the dirt road, turning off the engine before tossing the keys into Cas' lap. Cas looked down at the keys still in lap in disbelief.
"As a heart attack, babe. There's nothing around for miles, and I trust you with her." Dean announced patting his palm against the Impala's steering wheel. Castiel shook his head, wondering if he was dreaming or had passed out from the blood rushing south too quickly when Dean had laid him out on the seat and sucked him off.
"Dean... I... I don't know how to drive. Not properly." Castiel whispered holding up the keys in front of his face. "Then I'll teach you." Dean said, as if that was the end of the discussion. "Come on," Dean opened the driver door and climbed out, leaning in and patting the spot he'd just been sitting in.
Castiel hesitantly scooted across the seat, settling in behind the steering wheel before sliding the key into the ignition as he'd seen Dean do dozens of times, turning it over as the car rumbled to life. Dean sprinted around to the passenger side and quickly climbed in as Cas pulled the driver side shut.
"That's it, now give her a little gas..." Dean encouraged, turning to face Cas. Castiel pressed down on the gas pedal, revving the engine. "Put it in gear." Dean instructed pointing to the gearshift. Castiel did as he was told. The Impala began slowly rolling forward. "Don't be scared of her, Cas." Dean chuckled.
Castiel nodded, gripping the steering wheel as he gave it a little more gas. He smiled brightly as the car rolled smoothly over the dirt road. Dean settled into the seat beside him, and Castiel relaxed marginally. He soon found the perfect cruising speed, and they made their way down the road. "You're a fast learner." Dean praised, winking at Cas.