Fic: Supernatural: Dean/Castiel: (NC-17): 1/1: Separation Anxiety
Title: Separation Anxiety
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/1
Author: nicole9514
Warnings: Language, sex, slash
Genre: romance, side of fluff, sexy times
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: If you've seen season 5, you're good.
A/N: Written for the prompt suggestion from toki_wartooth who wanted 'Sex in/on/at/near the Impala' Also this is unbetaed, so please forgive any errors.
Summary: The idea of having sex with Cas in his car, in the middle of a parking lot, with the threat of Sam catching them - it was kind of exciting.
Word Count: 2,128
This is actually a sequel to Adrenaline Rush It can be read as a stand alone, but it will give you some more context if you read the other fic first.
Dean tossed his pack into the trunk of the Impala and wiped sweat from his brow. It was freaking hotter than hell, and he was speaking from experience. The humidity was off the charts, and the lack of anything resembling a breeze was putting him in a really lousy mood.
Dean started up the car, and cranked up the AC, praying it would get cold fast.
The worst part was the lack of a hunt.
They’d driven for days before arriving in this crap town, and what had they found?
Nothing.
Turns out all their wonderful leads had ended up being a genuine animal attack. Some whack job had been transporting an actual mountain lion to sell. Apparently there was a real demand for wild animals on the black market. It had escaped, and the ‘monster’ had been apprehended earlier today.
So they’d driven all this way for nothing - and Dean was not in a good mood.
Maybe you miss Cas.
Dean shoved the thought down deep; and stomped on it a few times.
He wasn’t some pathetic high school kid who couldn’t handle being separated for a few days.
The angel had been following a trail of heavenly bread crumbs for the past week; thinking he was close to discovering what hole God had been hiding in all this time. Dean had serious doubts, but Cas was more excited than a monkey in a room full of bananas so he hoped he was wrong. Dean didn’t have much faith in Cas’s dear ole’ dad; he’d never lifted a finger for them in the past - he wasn’t counting on an assist now.
The past few weeks Cas had only been able to check in briefly to let Dean know he was safe.
Cas was smart enough to have figured out real fast that Dean tended to get overprotective of those he valued in his life. Not that he had many of them, but between Sam, Bobby, and Cas he had plenty to stress over.
Not that he showed it.
He was always okay, always collected, nothing a beer and a burger couldn’t fix.
Dean swallowed - he didn’t miss Cas - he was in a bad mood due to the weather and the complete waste of time this trip had been.
Yup, that was it.
They’d shifted their friendship into something…more a few months ago. An amazing night in a shitty motel bathroom that had changed everything. Cas could now find him anywhere; even with the angel branding in place - and Dean, well, he could feel him as well at times.
At first it had been unnerving, but now, not so much. It was comforting to know the angel could find him - you never know when you might need an angelic hail mary.
Sam had found out not long after; it was hard to keep their relationship a secret when you and your brother were practically tripping over each other on a daily basis. Dean had ended up telling him after Sam had almost walked in on them having some serious foreplay.
Sam hadn’t cared, as long as they didn’t do it in front of him, he was happy for them. Mumbled something along the lines of it’s about time, and hugged Cas.
Besides he hadn’t wanted Cas to think he was ashamed to tell his brother.
He hadn’t been.
It had just been new, uncharted territory, and Dean had, had to face up to fact that he was at least a little bisexual, or at the very least, Cas-sexual.
He grinned at the thought.
Just thinking about Cas got his blood pumping to all the wrong places.
Dean turned on the radio, and leaned back closing his eyes.
Sam had wanted to pick up a few things in the local store. Dean had parked the Impala in the back lot where there were virtually no other cars. He'd found a spot underneath a tree that provided some shade, and was now waiting.
He wasn’t in the mood to deal with people.
His radio shut off and Dean felt a familiar, warm presence. Dean’s eyes flew open to find the angel sitting in the passenger seat, looking tired, and worn, his hand falling away from the dial.
“Cas,” he sputtered, “Hey.”
“Hello, Dean,” he gave him a weary, but genuine Cas smile.
Dean couldn’t stop the huge, dorky grin that spread across his face.
Cas’s eyes were even bluer than normal as he whispered, “The trail I was following went cold in Australia.”
Dean sighed, and rubbed his hand over his face, cranking the AC up even more. “That blows.”
Cas glanced down, then around the empty, barren lot and nodded. “Yes. It does blow.”
Dean smirked; Cas had been hanging out with him too much it seemed. “Anything I can do?”
Cas shook his head, “No.” He reached out wiping a bead of sweat from Dean’s cheek. “But thank you.”
Dean felt a different kind of heat building, damn, he was pathetic.
One fucking touch and he turned into a horny adolescent.
Cas was looking at him in a way that said the feeling may have been mutual.
“I’ve missed you,” Cas breathed, while leaning over and kissing Dean’s lips softly.
Dean slid his hand around Cas’s neck and breathed in the angel, kissing him lovingly, gently, with quick licks of his tongue here and there. Cas’s fingers carded his hair, stroked his neck, and he let a low moan escape.
The fire got hotter.
It had been close to two weeks since he’d been able to do more than a quick kiss with his angel, and he wanted more.
A lot more.
This wasn’t exactly a good place for a quickie, but damn, his dick had other ideas. Sam would probably be inside awhile. He’d needed a new outfit since his pants had taken a few hits the past few hunts, and he’d been sick of diner’s and wanted some health shit.
They had some time.
Or hell, maybe Cas could beam them to the motel room.
He glanced around the lot, it was clear, and the tree provided some cover.
The idea of having sex with Cas in his car, in the middle of a parking lot, with the threat of Sam catching them - it was kind of exciting.
Dean wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist, but the danger of it got his heart pumping.
Fuck it.
Dean took Cas’s coat off; the angel helped him toss it aside.
Dean slid out of his seat and got into the back, gesturing for Cas to follow him.
Cas raised an eyebrow, but did.
“I want you,” Dean growled, pulling Cas in close. “Now.”
Cas’s eyes widened, then darkened, as he leaned in, sucking on Dean’s neck, licking the sweat.
Dean went for Cas’s pants, unbuttoned, and unzipped quickly, yanking them down, not bothering with the shirt and tie. Cas went for Dean’s pants, and underwear, pulling them off just as quickly and they were all over each other seeking skin with a vengeance.
Touching, kissing, as if they were two drowning victims starved for air.
Damn, he’d missed this.
Dean moaned as Cas palmed him while they devoured each others mouths. Dean returned the favor, loving the way Cas shook and shuddered above him, the way he thrust into Dean’s hand.
God, he was fucking beautiful.
Dean leaned up, gently guiding Cas off him and onto his back. Cas didn’t resist; he knew the angel could break him in two if he wanted, but Dean trusted Cas completely, and he could see that it was mutual in the angel’s intense eyes.
Dean pushed Cas’s legs apart, and bent down, intending to suck Cas. He loved going down on the angel, and he loved watching Cas go down on him.
“Dean,” Cas panted, his chest rising and falling, his tone husky.
Dean paused, surprised.
“I want you inside me.” Cas stated, direct, without any doubt, or hesitation. “Now.”
Dean felt his heart thud. Cas had gotten a lot more comfortable with sex; and with telling Dean exactly what he wanted - and fuck - Dean loved it. They’d experimented a lot, but Dean had only entered Cas once prior, just before he’d caught wind of his lead and vanished for awhile. The thought of doing it again made Dean’s dick throb.
Cas’s eyes were soft and hard all at once; a bit needy, and a bit demanding.
Dean understood.
He’d never admit it to anyone, but he wanted the closeness just as much as Cas did. They’d been apart too long, and they both needed this.
Fuck, he was such a sap.
Dean nodded, reaching into the small bag on the floor. He didn’t have the lube with him just in case Cas showed up - really - he always carried it.
Liar, a little voice whispered. Dean didn’t argue.
He glanced around, seeing no one he lubed up his fingers and Cas’s entrance.
The angel shuddered, and moaned at the touch. Dean felt his cock harden.
Cas probably didn’t need the prepping, him being an angel that was able to walk off gunshots and knife wounds, but Dean did it anyway.
The thought of hurting Cas was unacceptable; besides he enjoyed it.
He went faster than last time, knowing they were on a time limit.
Sliding one finger in, loving the tightness, and the way Cas bucked into his touch.
Castiel’s breathing shot up, he moaned as Dean slid another finger in, scissoring, and searching for the spot that had made Cas scream last time.
“More,” Cas panted, letting Dean know he was good.
Dean still inserted a third finger, leaning forward and kissing Cas as he did it. Cas sucked on his lip and thrust downward, groaning.
“Dean,” he growled, eyes fierce and hungry.
Dean smirked, then lubed himself up, taking a moment to appreciate the sight under him, before he pulled Cas’s legs around his waist and pressed his dick up against Cas’s entrance.
Cas moaned, his hands questing for something to grab onto as Dean eased slowly inside.
Dean exhaled sharply; Cas was so freaking tight, and hot, and damn, he felt so good. Dean panted, rubbing Cas’s thighs gently as he slid in further, pausing, watching Cas’s face for any sign of discomfort.
Cas’s head was back, his breathing deep, and he groaned. “Dean,” he urged, his voice desperate.
That was all the hunter needed as he bottomed out inside Cas, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to last long. Dean started out slow, savoring it. Cas’s cock was hard and leaking against his stomach. The angel was lifting his hips up with each thrust.
Dean shifted his angle, lifting Cas slightly, and he knew when he’d found the prostate. Cas’s head jerked, and he shuddered, a sharp gasp escaping his lips.
Dean moaned right along with Cas as he pumped inside of him, the weather forgotten, Sam forgotten - there was nothing but Cas and the wonderful explosion building inside of him.
Cas arched, and thrust with him, his moans were frantic, his hands dug into the seat, he started babbling in enochian again. Dean started chanting Cas’s name as they bucked into each other. Dean was close, he tried to hold out, but knew it was futile.
“Fuck, Cas,” he sputtered as he began jerking off the angel, pumping with each thrust.
Cas almost screamed, and it sent Dean over the edge. He spilled inside the angel, but kept his hand working until Cas cried out, shuddered, and came all over them.
Dean collapsed on top of Cas, kissing him, stroking his arms, trying to tell him how much he’d missed him. How much he needed him…without words. He was better at this than talking - Cas sighed into his mouth, and rested their foreheads together.
He was pretty sure Cas got the message.
“You okay,” Dean murmured, his fingers trailing down Cas’s outer thigh.
Cas smiled, and kissed him in a way that made Dean’s heart swell; he wasn’t the only one who could communicate without words.
Dean looked around and noticed they’d completely fogged up the windows; he chuckled. Guess there wasn’t gonna be any hiding this one from Sam.
They both sat up, and Dean got back into his jeans, grabbed a towel, and helped Cas clean up his body.
One more quick kiss, then Dean climbed into the front seat while Cas pulled his pants up.
“You sticking around for awhile feathers?” Dean made it nonchalant, wiping some of the condensation from the window as he asked.
Cas appeared in the passenger seat again - his gaze knowing. “I’d like that.”
Dean tried not to smile as if he’d just won the lottery.
He failed.
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Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/1
Author: nicole9514
Warnings: Language, sex, slash
Genre: romance, side of fluff, sexy times
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: If you've seen season 5, you're good.
A/N: Written for the prompt suggestion from toki_wartooth who wanted 'Sex in/on/at/near the Impala' Also this is unbetaed, so please forgive any errors.
Summary: The idea of having sex with Cas in his car, in the middle of a parking lot, with the threat of Sam catching them - it was kind of exciting.
Word Count: 2,128
This is actually a sequel to Adrenaline Rush It can be read as a stand alone, but it will give you some more context if you read the other fic first.
Dean tossed his pack into the trunk of the Impala and wiped sweat from his brow. It was freaking hotter than hell, and he was speaking from experience. The humidity was off the charts, and the lack of anything resembling a breeze was putting him in a really lousy mood.
Dean started up the car, and cranked up the AC, praying it would get cold fast.
The worst part was the lack of a hunt.
They’d driven for days before arriving in this crap town, and what had they found?
Nothing.
Turns out all their wonderful leads had ended up being a genuine animal attack. Some whack job had been transporting an actual mountain lion to sell. Apparently there was a real demand for wild animals on the black market. It had escaped, and the ‘monster’ had been apprehended earlier today.
So they’d driven all this way for nothing - and Dean was not in a good mood.
Maybe you miss Cas.
Dean shoved the thought down deep; and stomped on it a few times.
He wasn’t some pathetic high school kid who couldn’t handle being separated for a few days.
The angel had been following a trail of heavenly bread crumbs for the past week; thinking he was close to discovering what hole God had been hiding in all this time. Dean had serious doubts, but Cas was more excited than a monkey in a room full of bananas so he hoped he was wrong. Dean didn’t have much faith in Cas’s dear ole’ dad; he’d never lifted a finger for them in the past - he wasn’t counting on an assist now.
The past few weeks Cas had only been able to check in briefly to let Dean know he was safe.
Cas was smart enough to have figured out real fast that Dean tended to get overprotective of those he valued in his life. Not that he had many of them, but between Sam, Bobby, and Cas he had plenty to stress over.
Not that he showed it.
He was always okay, always collected, nothing a beer and a burger couldn’t fix.
Dean swallowed - he didn’t miss Cas - he was in a bad mood due to the weather and the complete waste of time this trip had been.
Yup, that was it.
They’d shifted their friendship into something…more a few months ago. An amazing night in a shitty motel bathroom that had changed everything. Cas could now find him anywhere; even with the angel branding in place - and Dean, well, he could feel him as well at times.
At first it had been unnerving, but now, not so much. It was comforting to know the angel could find him - you never know when you might need an angelic hail mary.
Sam had found out not long after; it was hard to keep their relationship a secret when you and your brother were practically tripping over each other on a daily basis. Dean had ended up telling him after Sam had almost walked in on them having some serious foreplay.
Sam hadn’t cared, as long as they didn’t do it in front of him, he was happy for them. Mumbled something along the lines of it’s about time, and hugged Cas.
Besides he hadn’t wanted Cas to think he was ashamed to tell his brother.
He hadn’t been.
It had just been new, uncharted territory, and Dean had, had to face up to fact that he was at least a little bisexual, or at the very least, Cas-sexual.
He grinned at the thought.
Just thinking about Cas got his blood pumping to all the wrong places.
Dean turned on the radio, and leaned back closing his eyes.
Sam had wanted to pick up a few things in the local store. Dean had parked the Impala in the back lot where there were virtually no other cars. He'd found a spot underneath a tree that provided some shade, and was now waiting.
He wasn’t in the mood to deal with people.
His radio shut off and Dean felt a familiar, warm presence. Dean’s eyes flew open to find the angel sitting in the passenger seat, looking tired, and worn, his hand falling away from the dial.
“Cas,” he sputtered, “Hey.”
“Hello, Dean,” he gave him a weary, but genuine Cas smile.
Dean couldn’t stop the huge, dorky grin that spread across his face.
Cas’s eyes were even bluer than normal as he whispered, “The trail I was following went cold in Australia.”
Dean sighed, and rubbed his hand over his face, cranking the AC up even more. “That blows.”
Cas glanced down, then around the empty, barren lot and nodded. “Yes. It does blow.”
Dean smirked; Cas had been hanging out with him too much it seemed. “Anything I can do?”
Cas shook his head, “No.” He reached out wiping a bead of sweat from Dean’s cheek. “But thank you.”
Dean felt a different kind of heat building, damn, he was pathetic.
One fucking touch and he turned into a horny adolescent.
Cas was looking at him in a way that said the feeling may have been mutual.
“I’ve missed you,” Cas breathed, while leaning over and kissing Dean’s lips softly.
Dean slid his hand around Cas’s neck and breathed in the angel, kissing him lovingly, gently, with quick licks of his tongue here and there. Cas’s fingers carded his hair, stroked his neck, and he let a low moan escape.
The fire got hotter.
It had been close to two weeks since he’d been able to do more than a quick kiss with his angel, and he wanted more.
A lot more.
This wasn’t exactly a good place for a quickie, but damn, his dick had other ideas. Sam would probably be inside awhile. He’d needed a new outfit since his pants had taken a few hits the past few hunts, and he’d been sick of diner’s and wanted some health shit.
They had some time.
Or hell, maybe Cas could beam them to the motel room.
He glanced around the lot, it was clear, and the tree provided some cover.
The idea of having sex with Cas in his car, in the middle of a parking lot, with the threat of Sam catching them - it was kind of exciting.
Dean wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist, but the danger of it got his heart pumping.
Fuck it.
Dean took Cas’s coat off; the angel helped him toss it aside.
Dean slid out of his seat and got into the back, gesturing for Cas to follow him.
Cas raised an eyebrow, but did.
“I want you,” Dean growled, pulling Cas in close. “Now.”
Cas’s eyes widened, then darkened, as he leaned in, sucking on Dean’s neck, licking the sweat.
Dean went for Cas’s pants, unbuttoned, and unzipped quickly, yanking them down, not bothering with the shirt and tie. Cas went for Dean’s pants, and underwear, pulling them off just as quickly and they were all over each other seeking skin with a vengeance.
Touching, kissing, as if they were two drowning victims starved for air.
Damn, he’d missed this.
Dean moaned as Cas palmed him while they devoured each others mouths. Dean returned the favor, loving the way Cas shook and shuddered above him, the way he thrust into Dean’s hand.
God, he was fucking beautiful.
Dean leaned up, gently guiding Cas off him and onto his back. Cas didn’t resist; he knew the angel could break him in two if he wanted, but Dean trusted Cas completely, and he could see that it was mutual in the angel’s intense eyes.
Dean pushed Cas’s legs apart, and bent down, intending to suck Cas. He loved going down on the angel, and he loved watching Cas go down on him.
“Dean,” Cas panted, his chest rising and falling, his tone husky.
Dean paused, surprised.
“I want you inside me.” Cas stated, direct, without any doubt, or hesitation. “Now.”
Dean felt his heart thud. Cas had gotten a lot more comfortable with sex; and with telling Dean exactly what he wanted - and fuck - Dean loved it. They’d experimented a lot, but Dean had only entered Cas once prior, just before he’d caught wind of his lead and vanished for awhile. The thought of doing it again made Dean’s dick throb.
Cas’s eyes were soft and hard all at once; a bit needy, and a bit demanding.
Dean understood.
He’d never admit it to anyone, but he wanted the closeness just as much as Cas did. They’d been apart too long, and they both needed this.
Fuck, he was such a sap.
Dean nodded, reaching into the small bag on the floor. He didn’t have the lube with him just in case Cas showed up - really - he always carried it.
Liar, a little voice whispered. Dean didn’t argue.
He glanced around, seeing no one he lubed up his fingers and Cas’s entrance.
The angel shuddered, and moaned at the touch. Dean felt his cock harden.
Cas probably didn’t need the prepping, him being an angel that was able to walk off gunshots and knife wounds, but Dean did it anyway.
The thought of hurting Cas was unacceptable; besides he enjoyed it.
He went faster than last time, knowing they were on a time limit.
Sliding one finger in, loving the tightness, and the way Cas bucked into his touch.
Castiel’s breathing shot up, he moaned as Dean slid another finger in, scissoring, and searching for the spot that had made Cas scream last time.
“More,” Cas panted, letting Dean know he was good.
Dean still inserted a third finger, leaning forward and kissing Cas as he did it. Cas sucked on his lip and thrust downward, groaning.
“Dean,” he growled, eyes fierce and hungry.
Dean smirked, then lubed himself up, taking a moment to appreciate the sight under him, before he pulled Cas’s legs around his waist and pressed his dick up against Cas’s entrance.
Cas moaned, his hands questing for something to grab onto as Dean eased slowly inside.
Dean exhaled sharply; Cas was so freaking tight, and hot, and damn, he felt so good. Dean panted, rubbing Cas’s thighs gently as he slid in further, pausing, watching Cas’s face for any sign of discomfort.
Cas’s head was back, his breathing deep, and he groaned. “Dean,” he urged, his voice desperate.
That was all the hunter needed as he bottomed out inside Cas, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to last long. Dean started out slow, savoring it. Cas’s cock was hard and leaking against his stomach. The angel was lifting his hips up with each thrust.
Dean shifted his angle, lifting Cas slightly, and he knew when he’d found the prostate. Cas’s head jerked, and he shuddered, a sharp gasp escaping his lips.
Dean moaned right along with Cas as he pumped inside of him, the weather forgotten, Sam forgotten - there was nothing but Cas and the wonderful explosion building inside of him.
Cas arched, and thrust with him, his moans were frantic, his hands dug into the seat, he started babbling in enochian again. Dean started chanting Cas’s name as they bucked into each other. Dean was close, he tried to hold out, but knew it was futile.
“Fuck, Cas,” he sputtered as he began jerking off the angel, pumping with each thrust.
Cas almost screamed, and it sent Dean over the edge. He spilled inside the angel, but kept his hand working until Cas cried out, shuddered, and came all over them.
Dean collapsed on top of Cas, kissing him, stroking his arms, trying to tell him how much he’d missed him. How much he needed him…without words. He was better at this than talking - Cas sighed into his mouth, and rested their foreheads together.
He was pretty sure Cas got the message.
“You okay,” Dean murmured, his fingers trailing down Cas’s outer thigh.
Cas smiled, and kissed him in a way that made Dean’s heart swell; he wasn’t the only one who could communicate without words.
Dean looked around and noticed they’d completely fogged up the windows; he chuckled. Guess there wasn’t gonna be any hiding this one from Sam.
They both sat up, and Dean got back into his jeans, grabbed a towel, and helped Cas clean up his body.
One more quick kiss, then Dean climbed into the front seat while Cas pulled his pants up.
“You sticking around for awhile feathers?” Dean made it nonchalant, wiping some of the condensation from the window as he asked.
Cas appeared in the passenger seat again - his gaze knowing. “I’d like that.”
Dean tried not to smile as if he’d just won the lottery.
He failed.
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