Ubi caritas et amor: Epilog
AN: Merry Christmas, downfall35 . I hope you like it - especially the end. Although I normally don't write things like that for you I gave it a try. Not sure about the outcome though...
As a soundtrack for the epilog i would reccomend the Song for Ten from Doctor Who - Original Television Soundtrack!
It was the day before Christmas as Castiel finally was allowed to leave the hospital. Of course Dean was with him. Although the older Winchester was exited Castiel didn't quite know what to do. On a post-it inside the pocket of his trench coat was the address of his... the address where he used to live. Probably it would be best to go there... Still he was anxious. He did not know what to expect although this was supposed to be the flat where he had lived for... he did not even know that bit of information.
Dean somehow felt Castiel's inner struggle and reached for the smaller man's hand as they stopped in front of the apartment building. Somewhere high above them, on the 31 floor there was a part of Castiel's past he was obviously afraid of. Dean squeezed the other man's hand encouragingly and they entered the building. Together.
The apartment was huge. About 200m² with a wonderful panorama of the city. The furniture looked expensive and the few images and decorative junk placed in strategic spots practically screamed 'interior architect'. All in all there was no feeling of home here. The flat was cold. Not lived-in.
Dean opened a few cupboards in the kitchen and found porcelain dished that looked fresh out of a magazine. Even the fridge was stocked with the stuff you normally see in refrigerator ads. Nobody had been here for half a year still everything was immaculate and clean. The kitchen was givign Dean the creeps and he hurried to catch up with his friend... boyfriend.
Castiel was standing in a huge bedroom. In the center there was a king size four-posted bed, behind the headboard was a huge front of mirrors, to the left was a big built-in wardrobe, to the right he could see parts of a partly open bathroom and the last wall of the room consisted of windows and a balcony door leading out to a spacious patio. This room too looked very expensive. And impersonal. Somehow Dean expected a salesperson to show up every second and tell them how much the bed was.
Castiel walked almost hesitatingly towards the wardrobe and stopped in front of it having not enough courage to open the slide door. Dean reached out and put his hand on the smaller man's shoulder, trying to embolden him to continue his exploration. Slowly, haltingly Castiel opened door after door, drawer after drawer. The clothes were expensive, too. Nothing like the ill fitting and cheep ensemble he was currently wearing. Suits and garments in various colors and styles, shoes made of real leather - handmade going by the looks. Both man exchanged looks and Castiel quickly closed everything again before turning towards the bed.
Slowly Castiel sat down on the soft mattress and slouched his shoulders. Moments later Dean followed and put his arm around the smaller man.
“So...” Dean said, not really sure what to say.
“So...” Castiel sighed.
“This is where you live...”
“Looks like.”
“You know, this flat gives me the creeps, mind if we crash at my place?”
A shy smile blossomed on Castiel's face as he sighed relieved. “I thought you would never ask...”
Dean grabbed an expensive suitcase he had spotted in the wardrobe earlier and filled it with a few sets of clothes before motioning Castiel to follow him back to the car. They had nearly reached the impala before Dean finally got why the flat had looked that fake and not lived-in. There had been no photos. No framed memories of past events. Not in the living room, not in the hallway, nowhere.
They entered the impala and Dean shot the other man a glance. What if he really was an Angel and this flat was a cover? Crap, you are being stupid. There are no such things as Angels.
The older Winchester noticed the lines of exhaustion on Castiel's face, how the other man was slouched down, his head resting on the window. Of course. After lying in bed and not moving for half a year he was still scarily weak. Dean made a mental note to mind the smaller man's feeble physique. He would make sure Castiel got a break as soon as they were home.
When he finally pulled over in front of the small house the Winchester brothers were currently living in Castiel was already fast asleep. Soft snores escaping his slightly parted lips, his face again completely relaxed. Dean had to remind himself that the smaller man was only sleeping, no longer comatose. Still his heartbeat sped up involuntarily with fear. The older Winchester took a deep and calming breath before bringing the suitcase inside and then returning to carry his sleeping boyfriend inside Dean's home.
Sam was already in the kitchen as this was the first day of his Christmas vacation. Traditionally the Winchesters didn't spent their holidays abroad but enjoyed lazy days at home to relax. This year Dean hoped they would not be just the two of them...
Fortunately the little house had a small, hardly used spare room where Dean had stored their old couch 'temporarily' as they had gotten a new one more than a year ago. Somehow he had anticipated Castiel sleeping at their place and not only cleaned the room this morning but already prepared the couch for him to sleep.
~*~
“Cas is staying. I hope you don't mind.” Dean told his brother while trying to stuff as many SpaghettiOs on his spoon as possible.
Sam nodded chewing on the round noodles. “Sure. He might need a helping hand the next few weeks. As long as you're not waking me with your coital 'Oh Cas! Oh Dean!'-yells he can stay as long as he wants. But he might find his name on the laundry list...”
Dean wasn't sure if he should be grateful or pissed. He decided to devour his SpaghettiOs instead.
~*~
It was already evening as Castiel woke up again. His hair was rumpled and the cheap suit looked disheveled as if he had slept in it - what he actually had. Dean was sitting in front of the TV, bottle of cool beer in one hand, remote in the other and was zapping through the channels as the smaller man entered the living room.
“Hey, Cas!” He quickly put the bottle down and turned off the TV before walking to his boyfriend. “How're you feelin'?”
“Uhm...” The smaller man blinked still heavy with sleep. In the quietness they could both hear his belly rumble loudly. “Hungry...?” he added sheepishly.
“Hope you like canned food. Me 'n' Sammy ain't no cooks.”
Dean opened a cup board and presented a variety of cans.
“We have SpaghettiOs Original with tomato and cheese sauce, SpaghettiOs Meatballs, RavioliOs or
SpaghettiOs Sliced Franks - I think we should go shopping tomorrow, we don't have any soups left...”
“I am sorry, Dean. I do not know what I would like. I can not remember ever trying one of these meals...”
They settled on RavioliOs that Castiel thankfully liked. Afterwards Dean decided that Castiel needed some clothes to hand around and sleep in with. Although they had gotten a few things from Cas's flat it was nothing to spend a night in so the older Winchester grabbed a few of his own things that fitted the smaller mal loosely.
~*~
The next day it was already near noon as Castiel finally woke up again. Sam had made plain sandwiches for them before leaving to fetch a few groceries and Dean decided to give his new boyfriend a short tour through their house. It didn't take them particularly long as their place wasn't very huge, the living room and kitchen occupying most of the ground floor and the first floor consisting of just three bedrooms, a small toilet and a bath room with washing machine. Still the smaller man looked ready for a break when they descended to the living room again.
“We'll be heading to Bobby's as soon as Sam returns. He'll spent Christmas with us and we promised to help him with a few things. I think it'll be best if you'd stay here and watch some TV or read a book. We're going to be back before dinner - I think we'll order some pizza or stuff. You ok with that?”
Castiel nodded with a small smile. “I am looking forward to meet Dr. Singer again.”
“He'll tell you to call him Bobby.”
“I think he is a very kind man.”
“Most of the time, “Dean answered with a smirk.
~*~
It was early afternoon as the brothers said good bye to Castiel and made him promise to call if he needed help with anything - Bobby's place wasn't far away, about 20 minutes by car. The smaller man just smiled and watched them enter the black car.
~*~
Soft white snow made the otherwise dark night look friendly and added the extra christmas-y touch to everything raising both Sam and Dean's spirits. Although their house was the only one in the vicinity without Christmas decorations or colorful lights they nevertheless were planning on celebrating with loads of self-made eggnog - thanks to Bobby - and the endless reruns of Christmas themed movies on TV.
Dean opened the front door and helped Sam lift up Bobby and his wheel chair - they really had to build some kind of ramp for their friend. It was cold enough for both Winchester's hands stinging from the cold as they finally could enter their home.
The older Winchester was the first one to notice something was off. Soft lights filled the living room, sparkling in the dark there was a tree - an honest to god Christmas tree complete with angel on the top. It was decorated with all kinds of ornaments made of glass and straw, cranberry garlands and tinsel. Real candles smelling of honey and wax illuminated the conifer bathing the entire room in soft yellow light.
Oh and the smell! Dean had never covered the distance to their kitchen faster. There was a turkey inside the oven - complete with stuffing, gravy, potatoes! On the table he spotted not only fruit cake but ginger bread and apple pie, too.
Sam and Bobby were too taken aback to do more than gasp open mouthedly but Dean just took a last glance at the delicious pie that practically had his name all over it and then left the kitchen hollering for his boyfriend who was no where to be seen.
It didn't take long to find Castiel. The smaller man had obviously been fast asleep as he was still sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes as Dean opened the door to their spare room.
“Cas, was that you?”
“What...?”
“The tree? The turkey?”
“Yes, I decorated your tree. And I thought you would like something more traditionally than pizza. I hope you don't mind...” He yawned before blinking sheepishly at Dean. “Sorry, I'm still a bit weary...”
“Buddy, I have no idea how you managed all that stuff but you have every reason to be tired.” Dean looked at his friend, wearing his own pyjama pants and a discarded t-shirt. It really defied any explanation how the still recovering man had managed to accomplish not only getting and decorating a tree but to cook the dinner also. Dinner... They should probably start eating soon before the pies were cold again. “Please join us for dinner, Cas. If you're not too tired...”
The smaller man smiled genuinely and extended an arm for Dean to help him up.
~*~
It was long after midnight as Sam and Dean prepared the new couch in the living room for Bobby to sleep in. Countless glasses of eggnog had made all four of them way more than tipsy. Sam was on the best way to being really drunk when he left for his room. Dean too felt the comfortably alcohol induced warmth inside his belly and the world had already lost most of it's edges quite some time ago. He had no idea why Castiel still wasn't drunk off his ass as the lithe man had had quite a few glasses of eggnog himself - and Bobby's receipt always was very generous with the amount of whisky.
“Wanna crash at my room, Cas? Bobby's known for his lumber mill night shifts.”
“He's doin' wood works?” The smaller man's words were already heavily slurred still he refused to just succumb to the alcohol and pass out like everybody else without the stamina of a Dean Winchester would already have done.
“Nah, snorin'.”
“Oh, I see... 's your bed spacious 'nough for both 'f us?”
“Sure, just have to suck in our stomachs.”
Castiel was leaning heavily on his friend as they slowly struggled upstairs. Dean too was panting slightly as they finally reached the door to his room. He was about to open the door as he spotted the green thing about their heads - somebody had put a mistletoe over the door to Dean's bedroom. Probably the same person that now was clinging to his shoulder. With a knowing smile the older Winchester pointed at the branch. “You know... Mistletoe...”
“We have to kiss now?”
What started as a soft pressing of lips against lips soon led to both of them leaning heavily against the closed door inside the room panting heavily. Another kind of warmth had started to spread inside Dean's belly making his limbs light as feathers and his thoughts race. Although this morning he would have sworn blindly Cas was just an ordinary man now he wasn't so sure anymore. Assuming that he really was an Angel would Dean even be allowed to do all those things he had in mind? Wouldn't it be blasphemous? Would he even let himself be daunted by that? He wasn't exactly religious and judging by the way Cas was currently nibbing at his neck... Dean decided to stop thinking and start acting.
Exploring his boyfriend's mouth with his tongue, mapping out each and every millimeter of the still foreign territory was better than anything Dean had done in a long time. When they separated again to catch their breath the older Winchester marveled at the sight the lithe man was. Ruffled hair, mouth red from their intense kiss, pupils so blown his eyes seemed black in the dim light. Softly Dean took Castiel's hand and led him towards his bed where he made the smaller man sit down. With a smile Dean sunk to his knees and started to pull of Castiel's socks one by one. He noticed the growing tent between the other man's thighs, the sleep pants fabric already slightly stretched by the rapidly hardening cock. A soft smile blossomed on the older Winchester's face as he let his hand slip under the soft pants and caressed his boyfriends thighs, slowly working his way up.
Castiel put his head back, sighing softly as Dean reached the other man's briefs. Rubbing slow circles at both sides of the twitching dick but never touching directly he watched as slowly a dark spot grew on the fabric, precum painting it in various shades. Dean felt his own cock rubbing against the confining denim and decided they both needed to shed at least one layer of clothes. He needed Cas naked as soon as possible still he didn't want to rush the experience.
Smoothly he rose again, tugging at Castiel's t-shirt so the other man got the idea before shedding his own quickly, Dean then continued his quest for more skin pulling the sleeping pants off his boyfriends slim hips. Only moments later he had opened his own belt and the jeans were laying in a pile at his feet.
Castiel's swollen cock was already trying to escape the tight briefs, the shiny head peeping out, smearing precum on the dark happy trail and Dean felt his own dick harden even more at that sight. Slowly he bent down placing small kisses around Castiel's belly button, working his way down towards the eagerly twitching cock. As the older Winchester hocked his fingers under the elastic band a soft moan escaped the smaller man sending an electric shiver down Dean's spine. He could feel his own dick bobbing happily between his legs as he kneeled down again, pulling the briefs from his boyfriend's body leaving him entirely naked.
Dean looked up, studied Castiel's face illuminated by the streetlights and the Christmas decorations of the other houses. There was pure bliss in the other man's features although the older Winchester hadn't even so much as touched his dick. A failure he planned to correct as soon as possible. But first he had to take in the sight a few moments longer. Castiel's cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving and both hands had grabbed the comforter in some kind of death grip. The smaller man's entire body was trembling with anticipation and arousal.
Dean lowered his head and teasingly blew over the head of Castiel's swollen cock. It reacted with an excited twitch and another driplet of precum the older Winchester made sure to promptly lick away. As soon as his slick tongue touched the head of his boyfriend's hot cock Castiel moaned loudly and shuddered. That was invitation enough for Dean. He opened his mouth and swallowed the hard cock into the warm wetness. Leaving Castiel no time to adjust, he started sucking softly and sweeping his tongue over the slit, down the back and up to the head again.
Dean could feel the trembling grow in force and Castiel's panting increase, more and more moans escaping his parted lips - thankfully Sam was fast asleep otherwise there had been no way for the younger Winchester not to hear what they were up to.
“Dean... I'm al... already...”
With an obscene 'plop' the older Winchester let his boyfriend's dick escape his mouth and stood up again, his own cock now somewhere on Castiel's eye level standing proudly from Dean's lean body waving at the other man as if begging for attention.
It took Castiel a few moments to regain his posture again then he wrapped his cold fingers around the hot dick in front of his face. Stroking softly he looked up to Dean.
“I'd like you to lay down with me...”
Even in a much smaller bed they both would have found enough space. Their bodies were pressing against each other, rubbing and rutting, sending sparks down Dean's belly directly towards his dick arching for a hand to touch him again.
Castiel's eyes were closed again, his mouth open, small gasps escaping his still kiss swollen lips while Dean sucked passionately on the other man's neck. Slowly he let his hand wander down, caressing all of his boyfriend's body on the way, circling on of the already erect nipples, stroking the flat stomach, following the dark happy trail down, down towards the hot and painstakingly hard dicks of both men.
Dean took both of their leaking cocks in one hand, stroking up and down in a rhythm matching the sucks on Castiel's body. It didn't take long for the other man to join in, rutting his hips against Deans sending shiver after shiver through both of their bodies.
“Dean... I love you... I love you...” A litany of more I-love-yous escaped Castiel's lips. Each one more frantically as the last one was warning enough for Dean. He too felt the familiar warmth, the tickling and pulling inside his stomach, inside his balls, the blissful sensation of an imminent climax.
“I...” he tried to answer but then the first wave of his orgasm killed every higher brain function as hot spurts of white cum shot over his hands, covering himself and Castiel, slicking everything further up. A shudder ran through his boyfriend and then his cock too was twitching, releasing spurt after spurt, mixing with Dean's semen into pools on the smaller man's stomach. Both were still shuddering with aftershocks as the older Winchester finally let himself fall down on his back next to Castiel. He could feel his dick twitching a last time, the last bit of cum dripping onto his own stomach as he finally found his words again and was able to finish the sentence he had started earlier: “I love you too, Cas.”
As a soundtrack for the epilog i would reccomend the Song for Ten from Doctor Who - Original Television Soundtrack!
It was the day before Christmas as Castiel finally was allowed to leave the hospital. Of course Dean was with him. Although the older Winchester was exited Castiel didn't quite know what to do. On a post-it inside the pocket of his trench coat was the address of his... the address where he used to live. Probably it would be best to go there... Still he was anxious. He did not know what to expect although this was supposed to be the flat where he had lived for... he did not even know that bit of information.
Dean somehow felt Castiel's inner struggle and reached for the smaller man's hand as they stopped in front of the apartment building. Somewhere high above them, on the 31 floor there was a part of Castiel's past he was obviously afraid of. Dean squeezed the other man's hand encouragingly and they entered the building. Together.
The apartment was huge. About 200m² with a wonderful panorama of the city. The furniture looked expensive and the few images and decorative junk placed in strategic spots practically screamed 'interior architect'. All in all there was no feeling of home here. The flat was cold. Not lived-in.
Dean opened a few cupboards in the kitchen and found porcelain dished that looked fresh out of a magazine. Even the fridge was stocked with the stuff you normally see in refrigerator ads. Nobody had been here for half a year still everything was immaculate and clean. The kitchen was givign Dean the creeps and he hurried to catch up with his friend... boyfriend.
Castiel was standing in a huge bedroom. In the center there was a king size four-posted bed, behind the headboard was a huge front of mirrors, to the left was a big built-in wardrobe, to the right he could see parts of a partly open bathroom and the last wall of the room consisted of windows and a balcony door leading out to a spacious patio. This room too looked very expensive. And impersonal. Somehow Dean expected a salesperson to show up every second and tell them how much the bed was.
Castiel walked almost hesitatingly towards the wardrobe and stopped in front of it having not enough courage to open the slide door. Dean reached out and put his hand on the smaller man's shoulder, trying to embolden him to continue his exploration. Slowly, haltingly Castiel opened door after door, drawer after drawer. The clothes were expensive, too. Nothing like the ill fitting and cheep ensemble he was currently wearing. Suits and garments in various colors and styles, shoes made of real leather - handmade going by the looks. Both man exchanged looks and Castiel quickly closed everything again before turning towards the bed.
Slowly Castiel sat down on the soft mattress and slouched his shoulders. Moments later Dean followed and put his arm around the smaller man.
“So...” Dean said, not really sure what to say.
“So...” Castiel sighed.
“This is where you live...”
“Looks like.”
“You know, this flat gives me the creeps, mind if we crash at my place?”
A shy smile blossomed on Castiel's face as he sighed relieved. “I thought you would never ask...”
Dean grabbed an expensive suitcase he had spotted in the wardrobe earlier and filled it with a few sets of clothes before motioning Castiel to follow him back to the car. They had nearly reached the impala before Dean finally got why the flat had looked that fake and not lived-in. There had been no photos. No framed memories of past events. Not in the living room, not in the hallway, nowhere.
They entered the impala and Dean shot the other man a glance. What if he really was an Angel and this flat was a cover? Crap, you are being stupid. There are no such things as Angels.
The older Winchester noticed the lines of exhaustion on Castiel's face, how the other man was slouched down, his head resting on the window. Of course. After lying in bed and not moving for half a year he was still scarily weak. Dean made a mental note to mind the smaller man's feeble physique. He would make sure Castiel got a break as soon as they were home.
When he finally pulled over in front of the small house the Winchester brothers were currently living in Castiel was already fast asleep. Soft snores escaping his slightly parted lips, his face again completely relaxed. Dean had to remind himself that the smaller man was only sleeping, no longer comatose. Still his heartbeat sped up involuntarily with fear. The older Winchester took a deep and calming breath before bringing the suitcase inside and then returning to carry his sleeping boyfriend inside Dean's home.
Sam was already in the kitchen as this was the first day of his Christmas vacation. Traditionally the Winchesters didn't spent their holidays abroad but enjoyed lazy days at home to relax. This year Dean hoped they would not be just the two of them...
Fortunately the little house had a small, hardly used spare room where Dean had stored their old couch 'temporarily' as they had gotten a new one more than a year ago. Somehow he had anticipated Castiel sleeping at their place and not only cleaned the room this morning but already prepared the couch for him to sleep.
~*~
“Cas is staying. I hope you don't mind.” Dean told his brother while trying to stuff as many SpaghettiOs on his spoon as possible.
Sam nodded chewing on the round noodles. “Sure. He might need a helping hand the next few weeks. As long as you're not waking me with your coital 'Oh Cas! Oh Dean!'-yells he can stay as long as he wants. But he might find his name on the laundry list...”
Dean wasn't sure if he should be grateful or pissed. He decided to devour his SpaghettiOs instead.
~*~
It was already evening as Castiel woke up again. His hair was rumpled and the cheap suit looked disheveled as if he had slept in it - what he actually had. Dean was sitting in front of the TV, bottle of cool beer in one hand, remote in the other and was zapping through the channels as the smaller man entered the living room.
“Hey, Cas!” He quickly put the bottle down and turned off the TV before walking to his boyfriend. “How're you feelin'?”
“Uhm...” The smaller man blinked still heavy with sleep. In the quietness they could both hear his belly rumble loudly. “Hungry...?” he added sheepishly.
“Hope you like canned food. Me 'n' Sammy ain't no cooks.”
Dean opened a cup board and presented a variety of cans.
“We have SpaghettiOs Original with tomato and cheese sauce, SpaghettiOs Meatballs, RavioliOs or
SpaghettiOs Sliced Franks - I think we should go shopping tomorrow, we don't have any soups left...”
“I am sorry, Dean. I do not know what I would like. I can not remember ever trying one of these meals...”
They settled on RavioliOs that Castiel thankfully liked. Afterwards Dean decided that Castiel needed some clothes to hand around and sleep in with. Although they had gotten a few things from Cas's flat it was nothing to spend a night in so the older Winchester grabbed a few of his own things that fitted the smaller mal loosely.
~*~
The next day it was already near noon as Castiel finally woke up again. Sam had made plain sandwiches for them before leaving to fetch a few groceries and Dean decided to give his new boyfriend a short tour through their house. It didn't take them particularly long as their place wasn't very huge, the living room and kitchen occupying most of the ground floor and the first floor consisting of just three bedrooms, a small toilet and a bath room with washing machine. Still the smaller man looked ready for a break when they descended to the living room again.
“We'll be heading to Bobby's as soon as Sam returns. He'll spent Christmas with us and we promised to help him with a few things. I think it'll be best if you'd stay here and watch some TV or read a book. We're going to be back before dinner - I think we'll order some pizza or stuff. You ok with that?”
Castiel nodded with a small smile. “I am looking forward to meet Dr. Singer again.”
“He'll tell you to call him Bobby.”
“I think he is a very kind man.”
“Most of the time, “Dean answered with a smirk.
~*~
It was early afternoon as the brothers said good bye to Castiel and made him promise to call if he needed help with anything - Bobby's place wasn't far away, about 20 minutes by car. The smaller man just smiled and watched them enter the black car.
~*~
Soft white snow made the otherwise dark night look friendly and added the extra christmas-y touch to everything raising both Sam and Dean's spirits. Although their house was the only one in the vicinity without Christmas decorations or colorful lights they nevertheless were planning on celebrating with loads of self-made eggnog - thanks to Bobby - and the endless reruns of Christmas themed movies on TV.
Dean opened the front door and helped Sam lift up Bobby and his wheel chair - they really had to build some kind of ramp for their friend. It was cold enough for both Winchester's hands stinging from the cold as they finally could enter their home.
The older Winchester was the first one to notice something was off. Soft lights filled the living room, sparkling in the dark there was a tree - an honest to god Christmas tree complete with angel on the top. It was decorated with all kinds of ornaments made of glass and straw, cranberry garlands and tinsel. Real candles smelling of honey and wax illuminated the conifer bathing the entire room in soft yellow light.
Oh and the smell! Dean had never covered the distance to their kitchen faster. There was a turkey inside the oven - complete with stuffing, gravy, potatoes! On the table he spotted not only fruit cake but ginger bread and apple pie, too.
Sam and Bobby were too taken aback to do more than gasp open mouthedly but Dean just took a last glance at the delicious pie that practically had his name all over it and then left the kitchen hollering for his boyfriend who was no where to be seen.
It didn't take long to find Castiel. The smaller man had obviously been fast asleep as he was still sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes as Dean opened the door to their spare room.
“Cas, was that you?”
“What...?”
“The tree? The turkey?”
“Yes, I decorated your tree. And I thought you would like something more traditionally than pizza. I hope you don't mind...” He yawned before blinking sheepishly at Dean. “Sorry, I'm still a bit weary...”
“Buddy, I have no idea how you managed all that stuff but you have every reason to be tired.” Dean looked at his friend, wearing his own pyjama pants and a discarded t-shirt. It really defied any explanation how the still recovering man had managed to accomplish not only getting and decorating a tree but to cook the dinner also. Dinner... They should probably start eating soon before the pies were cold again. “Please join us for dinner, Cas. If you're not too tired...”
The smaller man smiled genuinely and extended an arm for Dean to help him up.
~*~
It was long after midnight as Sam and Dean prepared the new couch in the living room for Bobby to sleep in. Countless glasses of eggnog had made all four of them way more than tipsy. Sam was on the best way to being really drunk when he left for his room. Dean too felt the comfortably alcohol induced warmth inside his belly and the world had already lost most of it's edges quite some time ago. He had no idea why Castiel still wasn't drunk off his ass as the lithe man had had quite a few glasses of eggnog himself - and Bobby's receipt always was very generous with the amount of whisky.
“Wanna crash at my room, Cas? Bobby's known for his lumber mill night shifts.”
“He's doin' wood works?” The smaller man's words were already heavily slurred still he refused to just succumb to the alcohol and pass out like everybody else without the stamina of a Dean Winchester would already have done.
“Nah, snorin'.”
“Oh, I see... 's your bed spacious 'nough for both 'f us?”
“Sure, just have to suck in our stomachs.”
Castiel was leaning heavily on his friend as they slowly struggled upstairs. Dean too was panting slightly as they finally reached the door to his room. He was about to open the door as he spotted the green thing about their heads - somebody had put a mistletoe over the door to Dean's bedroom. Probably the same person that now was clinging to his shoulder. With a knowing smile the older Winchester pointed at the branch. “You know... Mistletoe...”
“We have to kiss now?”
What started as a soft pressing of lips against lips soon led to both of them leaning heavily against the closed door inside the room panting heavily. Another kind of warmth had started to spread inside Dean's belly making his limbs light as feathers and his thoughts race. Although this morning he would have sworn blindly Cas was just an ordinary man now he wasn't so sure anymore. Assuming that he really was an Angel would Dean even be allowed to do all those things he had in mind? Wouldn't it be blasphemous? Would he even let himself be daunted by that? He wasn't exactly religious and judging by the way Cas was currently nibbing at his neck... Dean decided to stop thinking and start acting.
Exploring his boyfriend's mouth with his tongue, mapping out each and every millimeter of the still foreign territory was better than anything Dean had done in a long time. When they separated again to catch their breath the older Winchester marveled at the sight the lithe man was. Ruffled hair, mouth red from their intense kiss, pupils so blown his eyes seemed black in the dim light. Softly Dean took Castiel's hand and led him towards his bed where he made the smaller man sit down. With a smile Dean sunk to his knees and started to pull of Castiel's socks one by one. He noticed the growing tent between the other man's thighs, the sleep pants fabric already slightly stretched by the rapidly hardening cock. A soft smile blossomed on the older Winchester's face as he let his hand slip under the soft pants and caressed his boyfriends thighs, slowly working his way up.
Castiel put his head back, sighing softly as Dean reached the other man's briefs. Rubbing slow circles at both sides of the twitching dick but never touching directly he watched as slowly a dark spot grew on the fabric, precum painting it in various shades. Dean felt his own cock rubbing against the confining denim and decided they both needed to shed at least one layer of clothes. He needed Cas naked as soon as possible still he didn't want to rush the experience.
Smoothly he rose again, tugging at Castiel's t-shirt so the other man got the idea before shedding his own quickly, Dean then continued his quest for more skin pulling the sleeping pants off his boyfriends slim hips. Only moments later he had opened his own belt and the jeans were laying in a pile at his feet.
Castiel's swollen cock was already trying to escape the tight briefs, the shiny head peeping out, smearing precum on the dark happy trail and Dean felt his own dick harden even more at that sight. Slowly he bent down placing small kisses around Castiel's belly button, working his way down towards the eagerly twitching cock. As the older Winchester hocked his fingers under the elastic band a soft moan escaped the smaller man sending an electric shiver down Dean's spine. He could feel his own dick bobbing happily between his legs as he kneeled down again, pulling the briefs from his boyfriend's body leaving him entirely naked.
Dean looked up, studied Castiel's face illuminated by the streetlights and the Christmas decorations of the other houses. There was pure bliss in the other man's features although the older Winchester hadn't even so much as touched his dick. A failure he planned to correct as soon as possible. But first he had to take in the sight a few moments longer. Castiel's cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving and both hands had grabbed the comforter in some kind of death grip. The smaller man's entire body was trembling with anticipation and arousal.
Dean lowered his head and teasingly blew over the head of Castiel's swollen cock. It reacted with an excited twitch and another driplet of precum the older Winchester made sure to promptly lick away. As soon as his slick tongue touched the head of his boyfriend's hot cock Castiel moaned loudly and shuddered. That was invitation enough for Dean. He opened his mouth and swallowed the hard cock into the warm wetness. Leaving Castiel no time to adjust, he started sucking softly and sweeping his tongue over the slit, down the back and up to the head again.
Dean could feel the trembling grow in force and Castiel's panting increase, more and more moans escaping his parted lips - thankfully Sam was fast asleep otherwise there had been no way for the younger Winchester not to hear what they were up to.
“Dean... I'm al... already...”
With an obscene 'plop' the older Winchester let his boyfriend's dick escape his mouth and stood up again, his own cock now somewhere on Castiel's eye level standing proudly from Dean's lean body waving at the other man as if begging for attention.
It took Castiel a few moments to regain his posture again then he wrapped his cold fingers around the hot dick in front of his face. Stroking softly he looked up to Dean.
“I'd like you to lay down with me...”
Even in a much smaller bed they both would have found enough space. Their bodies were pressing against each other, rubbing and rutting, sending sparks down Dean's belly directly towards his dick arching for a hand to touch him again.
Castiel's eyes were closed again, his mouth open, small gasps escaping his still kiss swollen lips while Dean sucked passionately on the other man's neck. Slowly he let his hand wander down, caressing all of his boyfriend's body on the way, circling on of the already erect nipples, stroking the flat stomach, following the dark happy trail down, down towards the hot and painstakingly hard dicks of both men.
Dean took both of their leaking cocks in one hand, stroking up and down in a rhythm matching the sucks on Castiel's body. It didn't take long for the other man to join in, rutting his hips against Deans sending shiver after shiver through both of their bodies.
“Dean... I love you... I love you...” A litany of more I-love-yous escaped Castiel's lips. Each one more frantically as the last one was warning enough for Dean. He too felt the familiar warmth, the tickling and pulling inside his stomach, inside his balls, the blissful sensation of an imminent climax.
“I...” he tried to answer but then the first wave of his orgasm killed every higher brain function as hot spurts of white cum shot over his hands, covering himself and Castiel, slicking everything further up. A shudder ran through his boyfriend and then his cock too was twitching, releasing spurt after spurt, mixing with Dean's semen into pools on the smaller man's stomach. Both were still shuddering with aftershocks as the older Winchester finally let himself fall down on his back next to Castiel. He could feel his dick twitching a last time, the last bit of cum dripping onto his own stomach as he finally found his words again and was able to finish the sentence he had started earlier: “I love you too, Cas.”