[FIC] Egyptian Rivers Run Deep for demonichate
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: Egyptian Rivers Run Deep
Author: edom56
Recipient: demonichate
Beta: taytay4936
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1544
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean does NOT like Cas as anything other than a friend, really, he doesn’t, at all!
Dean is not interested in Cas as anything more than a friend, really, he’s not; he’s straight for Pete’s sake. It doesn’t mean anything that he got a hard-on when he was 14 and he saw a well-built boy; that was just his hormones being confused, nothing more; he had stamped down on those thoughts and feelings pretty damn quickly, thank you very much.
The fact that he couldn’t help but stare at Cas’ V-shaped back and well-defined arms whenever he had seen him without that stupid trench coat was just a result of it being such a rare occurrence. The overwhelming urge to cup his strong jaw, bury his hands in that perpetually unruly dark hair and the almost impossible force of will it takes to look away from those ridiculously blue eyes isn’t a symptom of anything, really it isn’t.
Yeah, even Dean knows he’s lying to himself, but he is nowhere near ready to admit that he is not really a zero on the Kinsey scale, probably closer to a four if he were to be completely honest. There is a reason he has never really had all that long relationships with any of the girls he’s been with in his life; he always found a way to make them not like him as much anymore if they were getting a little too serious about him.
Still, not ready to admit that, not ready to think about what it would be like to kiss those chapped lips, to feel those long amazing hands run over his body, see if the print on his arm matched.
Dean shook his head and tore his eyes away from Cas’ lips and tried to concentrate on what Sam was saying about their latest case; something was really off in this town and Dean was going to get either himself or someone else killed if he didn’t snap out of this weird mood he had gotten himself into.
Sam was beginning to watch him a little too closely and looking like he was trying to figure out a puzzle and Dean really didn’t want to give him more pieces. He was so not ready for that conversation!
The fact that Cas never looked away first and always stood way too far into Dean’s personal space really didn’t help him not think about it; even if he did try.
He most definitely did not roar in fury and fight like crazy when he heard Cas yelp in pain when they were fighting demons in Wyoming. He did kill the demon that had hurt him, but then he most definitely did not fall to his knees and gather Cas to him and beg him to wake up. When Cas did wake up, he didn’t bend down and kiss him either, except for where he did all of that and didn’t even realize it until afterwards.
Nobody says anything while they clean up after the fight. Well, Sam does, but only to the few who survived the demon possessing them. He makes sure they are ok and reassures them that they are in no way responsible for what the demons did, that they had no chance to fight them off or take control back.
Dean and Cas make sure that the unfortunate ones, the ones who didn’t survive, are salted, burned and buried before all three of them drive back to the motel in silence. When they get there, they all go into their room, but Sam only stays long enough to gather his things and tell Dean that he is getting his own room for the night.
Dean stands stock still looking at the red and orange striped wallpaper, the orange shag carpet and the prints of dogs playing poker after Sam leaves. It might be one of the ugliest rooms they have ever stayed in, and that’s saying something. He knows he’s stalling by not looking at Cas, but he can’t just yet, he doesn’t have the guts to see the disgust or disappointment in the angel’s eyes at what he did.
The decision is taken from him when Cas steps in front of him and catches his eye.
“You kissed me.”
Dean blushes, shifts from foot to foot and tries to look away again, but as usual Cas has no concept of personal space when it comes to him and he can’t escape the penetrating blue gaze.
“Yeah.”
He finally admits with a curt nod.
“Why?”
Dean is in no way ready for this conversation but he realizes that he can’t escape it any longer.
“Because I wanted to, have wanted to for a long time.”
He can feel his face heating up like a fucking supernova but he holds Cas’ gaze and doesn’t back down from the truth of it anymore. He lets all of it in, lets himself think all the thoughts he has pushed so far down they might as well be six feet under. Lets himself feel all the things he is scared will damn him straight back to hell if anybody ever finds out about it; he is pretty sure you are not supposed to lust after an angel after all.
What he sees in Cas’s face is definitely not what he had expected; in fact it is the exact opposite. Castiel’s face is slowly lighting up like the sunrise over the dessert he saw once when they were in Nevada, and he really hopes that these kinds of sappy thoughts is not a side effect of him admitting everything to himself.
He is quickly shaken out of his thought by the firm, but inexperienced press of lips against his own. His eyes fly open and then close again at their own volition when a hand cups his cheek. He takes control of the kiss, shows the angel how it’s done and deepens it when Cas moans. One of his hands comes up behind Castiel’s head and the other one is pressed to the small of his back.
After that it is all over, he can’t deny the want coursing through his blood anymore; don’t even really see the point when it is apparent that Castiel is every bit as interested as he is. They fumble closer to the bed while trying, and in some ways succeeding, to rid each other of the clothes they are wearing.
When they get to the bed Cas is only wearing his socks and underwear while Dean still has his jeans on, but his sock is gone, somehow, he really couldn’t care less how it happened. Not when he has so many much better things to concentrate on, like the way Cas reacts to every new place Dean touches him.
He quickly rid them of the rest of their clothing and then he almost panicked when he saw Cas’s dick, hard and curving towards his stomach, but then the angel slowly touched a single finger to Dean’s own cock and all traces of panic was gone and was replaced by lust, plain and simple.
He gently pushed Castiel to lie on the bed and climbed in after him, still kissing and touching everywhere he could reach, even venturing to touch the angel’s cock tentatively. The reaction was more than he had bargained for, Cas bucked up, almost smacking his face in Dean’s and gasped loudly.
“Dean.”
He sounds wrecked and the sound goes straight to Dean’s dick and he bites his lower lip to keep in the whimper he can feel in the back of his throat. He curls his hand more firmly around the hard flesh and Cas moans when he starts moving it up and down. It takes a couple of beats before he feels a hand tentatively do the same to him.
He thinks he might need to let Cas know that what he is doing is right or he might just stop, and Dean really doesn’t want him to stop, possibly ever. So he lets go of his lips with his teeth and lets whatever sound his body decides to make slip out.
This seems to encourage the angel because he tightens his hold a little and Dean’s dick definitely thinks that’s a great idea because it twitches slightly in the hand holding it and Dean can feel Cas’s lips twitch into his cheek where his mouth is resting.
After that it doesn’t take very long until both of them are coming, Cas first to Dean’s relief, and then Dean slumps down onto the angel’s shoulder, spent and sated, but also a lot more content than he ever remembers being before.
“Ok, I give up. I can’t deny it any longer; I actually kinda like you Cas.”
He looks into the blue eyes so close to his own eyes and sees the mirth there at that and then Cas kisses him and he is more than ok with that.
The next day they meet Sam in the diner across the street from the motel and he gives Dean a knowing look.
“Not a word, Sam, not one word.”
Sam’s smile grows, but thankfully he keeps his mouth shut and just like that, Dean has a boyfriend, even if it is never mentioned, at least not while he can hear it.
Title: Egyptian Rivers Run Deep
Author: edom56
Recipient: demonichate
Beta: taytay4936
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1544
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean does NOT like Cas as anything other than a friend, really, he doesn’t, at all!
Dean is not interested in Cas as anything more than a friend, really, he’s not; he’s straight for Pete’s sake. It doesn’t mean anything that he got a hard-on when he was 14 and he saw a well-built boy; that was just his hormones being confused, nothing more; he had stamped down on those thoughts and feelings pretty damn quickly, thank you very much.
The fact that he couldn’t help but stare at Cas’ V-shaped back and well-defined arms whenever he had seen him without that stupid trench coat was just a result of it being such a rare occurrence. The overwhelming urge to cup his strong jaw, bury his hands in that perpetually unruly dark hair and the almost impossible force of will it takes to look away from those ridiculously blue eyes isn’t a symptom of anything, really it isn’t.
Yeah, even Dean knows he’s lying to himself, but he is nowhere near ready to admit that he is not really a zero on the Kinsey scale, probably closer to a four if he were to be completely honest. There is a reason he has never really had all that long relationships with any of the girls he’s been with in his life; he always found a way to make them not like him as much anymore if they were getting a little too serious about him.
Still, not ready to admit that, not ready to think about what it would be like to kiss those chapped lips, to feel those long amazing hands run over his body, see if the print on his arm matched.
Dean shook his head and tore his eyes away from Cas’ lips and tried to concentrate on what Sam was saying about their latest case; something was really off in this town and Dean was going to get either himself or someone else killed if he didn’t snap out of this weird mood he had gotten himself into.
Sam was beginning to watch him a little too closely and looking like he was trying to figure out a puzzle and Dean really didn’t want to give him more pieces. He was so not ready for that conversation!
The fact that Cas never looked away first and always stood way too far into Dean’s personal space really didn’t help him not think about it; even if he did try.
He most definitely did not roar in fury and fight like crazy when he heard Cas yelp in pain when they were fighting demons in Wyoming. He did kill the demon that had hurt him, but then he most definitely did not fall to his knees and gather Cas to him and beg him to wake up. When Cas did wake up, he didn’t bend down and kiss him either, except for where he did all of that and didn’t even realize it until afterwards.
Nobody says anything while they clean up after the fight. Well, Sam does, but only to the few who survived the demon possessing them. He makes sure they are ok and reassures them that they are in no way responsible for what the demons did, that they had no chance to fight them off or take control back.
Dean and Cas make sure that the unfortunate ones, the ones who didn’t survive, are salted, burned and buried before all three of them drive back to the motel in silence. When they get there, they all go into their room, but Sam only stays long enough to gather his things and tell Dean that he is getting his own room for the night.
Dean stands stock still looking at the red and orange striped wallpaper, the orange shag carpet and the prints of dogs playing poker after Sam leaves. It might be one of the ugliest rooms they have ever stayed in, and that’s saying something. He knows he’s stalling by not looking at Cas, but he can’t just yet, he doesn’t have the guts to see the disgust or disappointment in the angel’s eyes at what he did.
The decision is taken from him when Cas steps in front of him and catches his eye.
“You kissed me.”
Dean blushes, shifts from foot to foot and tries to look away again, but as usual Cas has no concept of personal space when it comes to him and he can’t escape the penetrating blue gaze.
“Yeah.”
He finally admits with a curt nod.
“Why?”
Dean is in no way ready for this conversation but he realizes that he can’t escape it any longer.
“Because I wanted to, have wanted to for a long time.”
He can feel his face heating up like a fucking supernova but he holds Cas’ gaze and doesn’t back down from the truth of it anymore. He lets all of it in, lets himself think all the thoughts he has pushed so far down they might as well be six feet under. Lets himself feel all the things he is scared will damn him straight back to hell if anybody ever finds out about it; he is pretty sure you are not supposed to lust after an angel after all.
What he sees in Cas’s face is definitely not what he had expected; in fact it is the exact opposite. Castiel’s face is slowly lighting up like the sunrise over the dessert he saw once when they were in Nevada, and he really hopes that these kinds of sappy thoughts is not a side effect of him admitting everything to himself.
He is quickly shaken out of his thought by the firm, but inexperienced press of lips against his own. His eyes fly open and then close again at their own volition when a hand cups his cheek. He takes control of the kiss, shows the angel how it’s done and deepens it when Cas moans. One of his hands comes up behind Castiel’s head and the other one is pressed to the small of his back.
After that it is all over, he can’t deny the want coursing through his blood anymore; don’t even really see the point when it is apparent that Castiel is every bit as interested as he is. They fumble closer to the bed while trying, and in some ways succeeding, to rid each other of the clothes they are wearing.
When they get to the bed Cas is only wearing his socks and underwear while Dean still has his jeans on, but his sock is gone, somehow, he really couldn’t care less how it happened. Not when he has so many much better things to concentrate on, like the way Cas reacts to every new place Dean touches him.
He quickly rid them of the rest of their clothing and then he almost panicked when he saw Cas’s dick, hard and curving towards his stomach, but then the angel slowly touched a single finger to Dean’s own cock and all traces of panic was gone and was replaced by lust, plain and simple.
He gently pushed Castiel to lie on the bed and climbed in after him, still kissing and touching everywhere he could reach, even venturing to touch the angel’s cock tentatively. The reaction was more than he had bargained for, Cas bucked up, almost smacking his face in Dean’s and gasped loudly.
“Dean.”
He sounds wrecked and the sound goes straight to Dean’s dick and he bites his lower lip to keep in the whimper he can feel in the back of his throat. He curls his hand more firmly around the hard flesh and Cas moans when he starts moving it up and down. It takes a couple of beats before he feels a hand tentatively do the same to him.
He thinks he might need to let Cas know that what he is doing is right or he might just stop, and Dean really doesn’t want him to stop, possibly ever. So he lets go of his lips with his teeth and lets whatever sound his body decides to make slip out.
This seems to encourage the angel because he tightens his hold a little and Dean’s dick definitely thinks that’s a great idea because it twitches slightly in the hand holding it and Dean can feel Cas’s lips twitch into his cheek where his mouth is resting.
After that it doesn’t take very long until both of them are coming, Cas first to Dean’s relief, and then Dean slumps down onto the angel’s shoulder, spent and sated, but also a lot more content than he ever remembers being before.
“Ok, I give up. I can’t deny it any longer; I actually kinda like you Cas.”
He looks into the blue eyes so close to his own eyes and sees the mirth there at that and then Cas kisses him and he is more than ok with that.
The next day they meet Sam in the diner across the street from the motel and he gives Dean a knowing look.
“Not a word, Sam, not one word.”
Sam’s smile grows, but thankfully he keeps his mouth shut and just like that, Dean has a boyfriend, even if it is never mentioned, at least not while he can hear it.