"Holy shit..." Castiel breathed out, his hands still on the steering wheel despite having parked alongside the dirt road. Dean was watching him, a grin turning up the corners of his mouth. "Holy shit, Dean." Castiel turned in the seat to look at him, smiling wide. Dean crawled across the seat, coming to kneel beside Cas, taking his face in his hands.
Dean brought their lips together, kissing Cas softly at first but it soon grew hungry as he climbed into Cas' lap. Castiel's arm encircled Dean's waist, leaning up into the kiss, deepening it. "Seein' you behind Baby's wheel was so fucking hot, you've no idea Cas..." Dean murmured against Cas' lips. Cas hummed in response.
Dean's hands slid to the back of Cas' head, one tangling his fingers in his tousled hair, the other holding him still. "It felt awesome." Castiel whispered, pressing his mouth over Dean's throat, nipping over his Adam's apple. Dean shuddered against him, groaning as his dick took interest. "Fuck. Cas... That felt good." Castiel chuckled, the sound vibrating against Dean's throat.
Castiel slid his hand up Dean's back, grasping at Dean's shirt as he nipped and sucked a mark over his Adam's apple. Dean could only squirm in Cas' lap, tightening his grip on him as he tilted his head back to give him better access to his throat. Castiel leaned back, staring at the blossoming bruise on Dean's throat. "Ah, shit..." he muttered.
"Don't you dare apologize, I liked you marking me up." Dean assured him, running his fingers through Cas' hair. "It'll fade in a couple days anyways." he shrugged when Cas met his eyes. Dean shivered when he saw some unknown emotion flash across Cas' face. In what felt like seconds, Castiel pushed Dean onto his back and climbed over him to straddle his lap.
Castiel rucked up Dean's shirt, bunching it under his neck as he leaned down and nipped at a spot above one of Dean's nipples. Dean's hands flew to Cas' shoulders, a moan on his lips as his back arched off the seat. "Christ, Cas..." Dean panted when Cas tilted his head to look down at him. "You look really good like this, Dean." he hummed dipping his head back down to capture Dean's nipple, his teeth grazing it lightly.
-_-_-_
"I expected this from you, Mr. Winchester... Given your record," Principle Davies gave Dean a look from across his desk, that Dean scoffed at. "But never in all my years at this school have I had you in my office, Mr. Novak." he added turning his attention towards Castiel. "Sir, before you say anything, let me just say this was entirely my idea." Dean interjected.
"Give me detention or suspend me for a few days, just, please leave Cas out of this." Dean quickly added when Principal Davies turned back towards him. Beside him, Dean could practically feel Cas' anxiety. But he had promised to take responsibility if they got in trouble, he intended to keep it.
"No one's being suspended, Mr. Winchester. Though I will have to send a note home to your parents and they will have to sign it, so you may return it in the morning." Principal Davies stood from his desk, pulling out two sheets of paper before handing one to Dean and Castiel. "Don't do it again." he warned as Dean and Castiel left the office.
"That went surprisingly well..." Dean laughed once he and Cas were well away from the Principle's office. "Was that really your first time in there?" he questioned rounding on Cas, eyebrows raised. "Yes, actually." Castiel answered with a shrug. "Damn, guess I'm ticking off a lot of firsts for you today." Dean smirked, winking at Cas. Castiel instantly began blushing.
"Let's get outta here, I'm starving!" Dean grabbed Cas' hand and easily dragged him out of the school, following everyone else as the end of day bell rang. Castiel smiled like an idiot the whole way across the parking lot to Baby, not faltering once. "Hey, wanna drive? I know a place right up the street, so you won't get in trouble." Dean offered pausing to look at Cas as he opened the driver side door.
-_-_-_
"I can't get over how hot it is seein' you behind the wheel." Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Cas, reaching across the seat to put his hand on his thigh. "Please don't distract me, Dean..." Castiel frowned, which Dean took full advantage of. "So I shouldn't do... This?" Dean slid his fingers along the inside of Cas' thigh, taking notice of his breath hitching.
Dean smirked deviously, inching his hand higher up Cas' thigh, his fingers grazing over his zipper. "Dean..." Cas' tone was warning now, his voice a low rumble. Dean had to applaud him though, not once had he taken his eyes off the road. Still, he couldn't help himself, bumping his hand against Cas' zipper and grinning when he felt the hard line of his dick.
Castiel's hips twitched, his face flushed and an almost unnoticeable sheen of sweat on his forehead. Dean removed his hand, lifting it to point out their destination on the right. Castiel followed where Dean was pointing, pulling into a somewhat packed parking lot. "Park around back, I don't want anyone scratchin' up Baby." Dean gave Cas a knowing look.
Castiel drove towards the back of the restaurant, pulling into an empty spot as far away from everyone else before killing the engine and tossing the keys to Dean, who easily caught them. Dean quickly exited the passenger side and dashed around to Cas' side, opening the door as he offered Cas his hand.
-_-_-_
"You're gonna love this place, best burgers in town!" Dean announced excitedly as they slid into the only unoccupied booth at the far end of the diner. A sweet looking red haired woman wearing a pink and white uniform approached their table, notepad in hand. "What can I start you boys with?" she asked glancing between Dean and Castiel.
"Two rootbeer floats, please." Dean answered politely, flashing the woman a charming smile. She wrote down the drink order and walked away, leaving them to go over the menus. Castiel picked up his menu and read over the possible options, then an idea popped into his head. "What would you recommend?" he inquired setting down the menu as he looked up at Dean.
"You want me to order for you?" Dean questioned, surprised. Castiel simply nodded. "I want the full experience, surprise me." he smiled innocently. "Oh, I can definitely do that." Dean wiggled his eyebrows, grinning when Cas' blush from earlier returned in full force. Dean spotted their waitress then, bringing over their floats.
"Ready to order?" she prompted as she set the floats down on the table, grabbing her notepad and pen. "We'll both have the house special with a side of onion rings." Dean beamed at Cas, not even looking at the waitress this time. "Alrighty boys, I'll have that out shortly." she smiled walking away.
"This might ruin you for other burger joints, don't say I didn't warn you." Dean grinned at Cas, leaning forward to take a sip from his monstrosity of a rootbeer float. Castiel did the same, a quiet groan slipping out as he swallowed down the wonderfully sweet concoction.