Soulmates (7/8)
Title: Soul Mates (7/8).
Author: ash_tree_house
Rating: NC-17 (for the whole story, just to be sure).
Genre and/or Pairing: AU, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Billy, Castiel/Allan.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Warningsac: Bit of fluff, soft porn, Allan. And English is my second language. Unbeta'ed.
Word Count: 1092.
Summary: Dean has lost his soul mate and isn't interested in a new relationship. Castiel is a very naughty boy. And what will Allan do?
SUNDAY
When Castiel woke up Sunday morning he was in a bad mood. He could feelt it instantly. He had been unable to get a hold of Dean yesterday and Allan was still missing. He hadn't been able to find a flat either and he had trouble deciding what clothes he wanted to keep. He got up and took a shower. Then he ate breakfast while trying to come up with a plan for the day.
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When Dean woke up he almost felt himself again. He got up quickly, showered and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He had breakfast, an omelet, his stomach was still craving fatty foods, and then went to Cas' place. It was an impressive building, lots of glass and shiny brass. He found the right flat and hoped Allan wouldn't be there. He really didn't want a scene between the jilted lover and the wronged boyfriend. He rang the bell and after a moment Cas opened the door.
"Dean!", he exclaimed. "Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick!". He dragged Dean inside.
"Where have I been?", Dean asked, a look of surprise and 'are-you-kidding-me' on his face. "You were supposed to call me Friday evening, remember?"
Cas made an exasperated sound. Then he told Dean everything that had happened. He told him about quitting his job, Allan being unreacable and that he was trying to find a new flat because he was going to sell this one.
"A new flat?", Dean said. "But you can stay with me". Cas looked at him and smiled, saying, "I was hoping I could but I wasn't sure...you know...considering how long it's been since you were with somebody".
Dean nodded. "It has been a long time and I'm not promising it will be smooth sailing but I'm willing to give it a try".
Dean wanted to see the flat and Cas gave him a tour. They ended up in the kitchen, made a cup of coffee and sat down to talk about everything that had happened and was going to happen and about Allan. The longer it took for Cas to tell him the harder it was to be happy about their new life together. Dean told him about his promotion and that he had bought champagne so they could celebrate. He didn't, however, tell him about drinking it himself, spending the whole Saturday in bed because of a hangover.
Cas washed the coffe cups and Dean stood behind him, his arms around his waist, kissing his neck. "When we live together it can be like this every day", Dean said. "You mean I do the work while you watch?", Cas asked. "Smartypants!", Dean said laughing. Cas turned around and they kissed. "I'm really sorry about the last couple of days", Cas said. "In fact, I'll make it up to you right now". He smiled and started kissing Dean's neck, putting his hands under his t-shirt and stroking his chest. After a while he unzipped Dean's jeans, kneeled down and started to suck him. Dean sighed. He had been so worried that he and Cas wouldn't get together after all. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Cas' mouth. It felt so good.
"What the hell is going on?!". Castiel was so surprised by the sudden voice that he jerked his head back, banging it against the kitchen cupboard. "Ahh..", he said looking to see who the voice belonged to, though he already knew.
Allan was standing in the door to the kitchen, eyes wide and mouth open. "You're blowing someone else off in my kitchen?! Who the hell is he?".
Dean felt embarased to be caught like this. He had never been one for public displays of affection and to be caught with your trousers round your knees while someone is sucking your cock, and that someone's ex-boyfriend is doing the catching, was probably the worst he could think of. But he might be wrong. With Cas you never knew what situation you might be caught in.
"Err..", was all Castiel could think of saying right at that moment. He quickly got his act together. "This is Dean, Dean this is Allan", he said like they had just run into eachother on the street. Allan gave Dean a look like he could easily incinerate him with his glare. Dean quickly pulled up his jeans, putting away his quickly softening cock. "Hi", he said meekly.
Allan was clearly furious. "You call me several times and leave a message that you want to get together again and then you're doing somebody else", he said. Dean quickly looked at Castiel. He wanted to be with Allan again?
Castiel had found the use of his brain and said "I never said I wanted to get together. I said I wanted to talk".
"Whatever", Allan said. "It's the same thing". "It's not the same thing", Castiel started but was cut off by Allan who said: "Don't you think we should talk about this when we're alone", while incinerating Dean again.
Dean made to leave and Castiel followed him to the door. "I'm really sorry about this, Dean", he said. "Do you still love him?", Dean asked, confused about their recent converstion and what has just happened. "No, of course not! Don't listen to what he said. I only want to be with you, Dean". Dean looked into his eyes and he could see it was the truth. "Okay", he said. "Then maybe you should talk to him". "I will, and I'll make sure he knows it's over", Castiel said. "You'd better", Dean said, then adding enticingly: "Because I've waited long enough to celebrate my promotion", giving Castiel a long look. Castiel made a growling sound at the thought of how Dean wanted to celebrate, feeling the urge to kiss him but thinking it might not be an appropriate time. "Okay, get out of here. The sooner you leave, the sooner we can celebrate", he said with a humourous tone. Dean smiled and left the flat, hoping Allan wouldn't be difficult about it. Then he went home, picking up a new bottle of champagne on the way.