Fiction - The First Kiss Is Easy - Supernatural - Dean/Castiel - R
Title: The First Kiss Is Easy
Author: GothGirl
Fandom: Supernatural
Sequel/Series: Sequel to Close Your Eyes, but can stand alone.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Category: Angst, Romance.
Notes: 3,700 words. Thanks to my wonderful beta readers who put me through my paces on this one, off_that_bridge and Alee thank you. This would never be more than a jumble of words without both your help.
Warnings: Spoilers up 4.10.
Feedback: Yes please that would be very nice. Feedback is very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke. No infringement is meant.
Summary: Castiel wants more.
After the first kiss, it was so easy for Castiel to make an excuse to visit Dean Winchester. Though they had not progressed beyond fondling and kisses, Castiel was anxious to take what had been started to a new level. More and more, he'd made the time to sit and observe human behavior. He'd learned so much as he watched couples form bonds and share themselves with each other.
The first kiss had just happened a few weeks ago, but to Castiel it felt as though an eternity had passed since their lips had met. Uriel was on another assignment. Castiel had manipulated that. He knew he shouldn't have, but he was unsure whether he could hide the truth of what had occurred from someone who knew him so well. Uriel was already teasing him about his growing affection for the human. It was an affection that Castiel could not deny.
Castiel landed at night. He could hear the sounds of battle and when he stepped around the mausoleum, he wasn't surprised to find that the demon was also with them. She paused in her fight, a look of fear in her eyes at seeing Castiel. He stepped forward to slam a fist into the animated corpse she'd been battling. It instantly fell down dead at his touch.
"Thanks," Ruby said with wide-eyes.
"I didn't do it to save you," Castiel automatically responded. He turned away from the demon, ignoring her expression, and stalked past her to catch up to the ghoul headed for the entrance to the mausoleum.
"Stop it!" Dean shouted. He was sprawled on his back, his shotgun a few feet from him. Sam lay unconscious, but very much alive, beside him. Castiel stepped in front of the thing, blocking its access to the tomb. He reached out with a hand, and placed it on the poor soul's forehead. It fell to the damp ground.
Sam came to just as the corpse fell, accepting the helping hand Dean offered and lurching onto his feet. Ruby stayed where she stood, hesitant to go anywhere near Castiel. That was fine with him. He wasn't concerned with the demon girl. He walked into the tomb and moments later walked out with the talisman held up for all to see.
"It is unbroken," he announced. Dean's responding smile sent a warm feeling through Castiel. When Dean took the coin from him, Castiel did not stop him. He watched as Sam and Dean examined the coin closely. He needed to secure the object to ensure that Lilith would not get hold of this particular seal. There was little time for this, but Castiel would wait anyway to allow for the moment humans called celebration.
"You did well here," Castiel said as he waited. He could feel the obvious excitement the brothers felt at this victory.
"Well?" Dean scoffed. "We totally kicked ass," he smacked his brother on the shoulder and reached out to hand the seal back to Castiel. Castiel nodded and tucked the round metal object into his inner coat pocket.
"You, as you put it, kicked ass," Castiel said as Dean placed his arm around Castiel's shoulder. Sam smiled at Ruby and there was a pause. Castiel bathed in the warmth and close contact from Dean. He was unsure what to do next. He was surprised that Dean would show such action so blatantly in front of his own brother, but then Castiel was unsure of much of human interaction. Could they kiss now? Was it customary to do that after "kicking ass?" Castiel snapped out of his contemplation to find that Sam had called his name several times.
"Hey, you changed your look," Sam said.
Castiel looked down at his own form. Nothing had changed that he could discern. His host body remained the same, though at this moment he was reacting to the pleasurable stimuli of his close proximity to Dean. Could Sam tell? Castiel felt his face grow hot.
"Your tie is gone," Sam said as he tilted his head and seemed to examine Castiel closer. "Are you... blushing?" he asked.
"I don't think so," Castiel replied, unsure what Sam meant.
"Angels blush," Dean said as he removed his arm from around Castiel's shoulder and slid it down Castiel's back to rest his hand for a moment on his ass. It was so brief that Castiel was sure he'd imagined the whole thing. Dean shrugged casually. "Go figure."
Ruby hid a smile and looked away. Sam's gaze lingered on the collar of Castiel's shirt. "No tie is a nice look for you. By the way, thanks for saving Ruby." Unsure how to respond, Castiel chose once again to say nothing. It had become his default response to most situations.
"I will deal with them," Castiel said as he pointed to the scattered corpses. Dean, Sam and Ruby gathered the weapons and headed back to the car. It was only a matter of moments for Castiel to place the bodies where they belonged.
The car stood on the small dirt road only a few hundred feet away. Dean was already tossing the tools they'd used to thwart the breaking of the seal into the trunk. When Castiel caught up to Dean, Sam and Ruby were nowhere to be found.
"They had something else to do," Dean said as he slammed the trunk of the car shut. He leaned against it and crossed his arms. Castiel nodded and searched the darkness for them. When he glanced back to look at Dean, he discovered that Dean had pulled something out of his back pocket. Dean opened his hand and the tie unfurled.
"Is that...?"
"Yup," Dean said with a smirk. "You left it behind that night, after you took off so suddenly." Dean pushed away from the car and tossed the tie to Castiel, who caught it. Castiel's face felt hot again. Dean smiled and walked around to the driver side door, and yanked it open. The sound of screeching metal echoed through the night.
*
The motel was cool with the drapes drawn closed. Castiel sat down on one of the beds and Dean smiled.
"How did you know that was my bed?" Dean asked.
"I didn't," Castiel said, glancing up to stare at Dean.
Dean nodded absently. Dean moved around the room, meticulous in each task. He seemed unable to sit still after everything that had happened, still on edge from the battle. Castiel watched as Dean placed a shotgun on a low table, slipped his jacket off and tossed it on a chair, and then sat in the chair. He began to remove objects from a small case, and started to work. Castiel watched in fascination as Dean concentrated on his task.
"If you want the shower first that's cool. I've got to clean the weapons and that'll probably take awhile," Dean finally said, after a long silence. He motioned to the small bathroom, but Castiel didn't move. He had no need for showers.
"I have no need..." Castiel started to say.
"Right, I should have known." Dean barely glanced up from his work. "You might still want to try it out." Dean paused in his work.
Castiel stood and walked to the bathroom without a word. Dean followed him and showed him how to turn the water on. He instructed Castiel to make sure the shower curtain was closed. He told him to take his clothes off first before stepping into the tub, and then he left the room, closing the door behind him. Once Castiel was naked, he stepped under the spray of water. Dean had said this particular motel had an "awesome" showerhead. As soon as the hot water hit Castiel's skin, he understood the appeal. The feel of water pelting his skin was incredible. Castiel turned and placed his head under the water, closing his eyes and allowing it to run over his hair. He sighed. This was heaven. His eyes flew open at the blasphemy. How could he have ever thought that? This body, this experience, was changing him in ways he had never imagined.
When he was sure that his sacrilege had not been heard, Castiel closed his eyes once again and stood under the water, lost in the thoughts of his task ahead. The sound of the door opening broke him out of his reverie.
"Dude, leave some for the rest of us," Dean yelled and then was gone.
Castiel pushed the blue plastic shower curtain aside, and turned the tap off as Dean had shown him. He looked down at his host body to see that his hands and feet had become wrinkled as though old. Castiel stared at his hands as he stepped from the tub. He reached out for the doorknob and opened the door to step out into the room. Dean had finished his task and sat waiting on his bed. He shot up out of the bed the moment Castiel walked into the room.
"Towel," Dean exclaimed, wide-eyed. He rushed past Castiel, averting his eyes as he did so. Castiel turned to watch as Dean came back with what must have been a towel and held it up in front of Castiel's body. "I can't believe I have to tell you what a towel is for."
Dean wrapped the towel around Castiel and let it go. They both watched as it fluttered to the floor. Castiel didn't move as Dean bent to pick the cloth up, his eyes closed.
"Don't tell me, in heaven angels are naked," Dean mumbled as he once again wrapped the towel around Castiel.
"As a matter a fact..." Castiel began to say. He still had not moved, much to Dean's exasperation. Dean began to dry him with the towel. Castiel took note that although Dean tried not to look, he did glance at Castiel a few times, mostly downward.
"Usually, people dry themselves with a towel after a shower," Dean explained as he patted Castiel's bare chest and arms. He stopped and held the towel out, then averted his eyes. "I think you get the idea."
Castiel took the offered towel and held it up as Dean turned to stare at the wall.
"There is a simple way to solve this problem," Castiel said. "You can turn around now."
Dean turned, peeking with one eye at first then turning around to face Castiel when he saw that the angel was back in his clothes complete with tie.
"That was fast," Dean said. He took the towel from Castiel and noted that it was now dry. Dean walked back to the table and picked up a beer he'd been nursing for the past half hour. He placed it to his lips to take a swig.
"Can we kiss now?" Castiel asked.
Dean sprayed beer all over the table. He spun around to face Castiel. Dean swiped his hand across his chin, and sat down on the chair.
Castiel began to remove his coat. He suddenly felt uncomfortable and overdressed.
"Slow down," Dean said shifting in the chair. He spread his legs wide and took another drink from his beer.
"What purpose would it serve to undress slowly?" Castiel asked, as he finished removing his coat and set it down on the bed.
Dean lifted his chin and smiled. "Just trust me on this one, Cas." He set the now empty beer bottle down on the table and slouched in the chair, waving a hand at Castiel.
Castiel slid the suit jacket that he wore beneath his trench coat off his shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. A self-conscious wave swept over him as he stood, unsure of what to do next. The smile on Dean's face grew.
"Loosen up," Dean said, shaking his own shoulders as demonstration. He motioned at his own neck and then at Castiel.
Castiel reached for his tie, nervous at first. He tugged the tie a few times back and forth until the knot came undone and the fabric fell loose. Castiel smiled tentatively as he yanked the tie off and tossed it at Dean. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed that at Dean. His actions produced an interesting result. Dean stood and strode across the room to push Castiel down onto the bed and press his mouth to Castiel's. This time, Dean did not need to instruct him to open. Castiel did so willingly. Dean thrust his tongue deep into Castiel's mouth. Castiel shivered. This felt so right, here with Dean, holding him close.
Dean urged Castiel to slide up the bed so that they could lie down more comfortably. Castiel reached up to caress Dean's short hair. He liked how it felt beneath his fingers. As he luxuriated in the feeling, Dean thrust against him and bit Castiel's lower lip.
"This is so wrong," Dean mumbled. He pulled away and stared down into Castiel's eyes.
For one moment Castiel was sure Dean would stop and this wonderful warmth that felt so right would end, but instead Dean mashed his mouth against Castiel's. Castiel yanked at Dean's shirt and tore it open, destroying the fragile fabric. He placed his hand on the burn print, his mark. Castiel reveled at the feel of heat from Dean's body. A flash of the memory of pulling Dean from hell, returned to him in vivid detail. Castiel pushed the thought of the screams and cries for mercy from his mind as he tossed the shirt aside and rolled Dean onto his back. He thrust his tongue deep into Dean's mouth, determined to slay those thoughts with actions. Dean somehow managed to unbutton and unzip his own pants and Castiel's, despite their closeness. Castiel trailed his fingers over the soft flesh of Dean's torso, sending shivers through Dean.
"This is not wrong," Castiel whispered as his fingers continued to play across the warm skin. He brushed a pointed nipple and Dean shivered beneath him. "I know every inch of you, Dean Winchester."
They kissed again as Dean slid a hand down to Castiel's open pants, and tugged at his underwear. Castiel shuddered uncontrollably when Dean's fingers wrapped around his cock. The warm hand slid up and down the length, slow at first. Castiel kissed Dean more urgently, and thrust against Dean. His body seemed to have developed a mind of its own.
"That's it," Dean whispered against Castiel's chin as he kissed and bit his way down Castiel's throat. Castiel wanted that mouth on his, but this felt so good. He closed his eyes and continued to thrust into Dean's hand. Dean stroked him faster and faster, brushing the now sensitive head every other stroke. "I've been thinking about this since the first time." Dean's words sent a thrill through Castiel.
Castiel couldn't possibly form words at this moment. His whole body shuddered. With a few more strokes of Dean's hand, Castiel's cock pulsed again and again. Castiel moaned quietly, and slowly opened his eyes. His body continued to tremble as Dean Castiel's hair and whispered words of approval in his ear. Dean was now stroking his own cock, his eyes closed as he pressed close to Castiel. The movement rocked the bed beneath them as Dean sped up.
"Yeah," Dean muttered. "So good."
Castiel watched enthralled at the expression on Dean's face. Almost angelic, and even as Castiel thought this, he knew what must be done. He wrapped his hand around Dean's hand and followed his motions. Dean's cock felt smooth and soft yet hard and nothing like touching his host. Castiel watched as Dean was overcome by his own climax. He wished for Dean to open his eyes and let him see, but his eyes remained closed.
Dean cleaned up without a word. He buttoned and zipped their pants up, but didn't move from the bed to put on a new shirt. Castiel waited for Dean to say something. He was unsure what should be said at this moment. He thought that perhaps words of love or encouragement were necessary, but he discarded that notion. Now they lay in the bed, still both yet to speak. Castiel sensed Dean's unease and reached out to touch his cheek. That seemed to be all Dean needed. He slid his arms around Castiel and kissed him again. Castiel lost himself in Dean's mouth. A noise across the room broke them from their moment.
"What the..."
Dean shoved away from Castiel and jumped from the bed, gun in hand. When he saw that it was his brother, he set the gun down.
"Oh my God!" Sam yelped. "Oh my God," Sam repeated with wide eyes.
Castiel stood. Though his open pants clung to his hips, Castiel felt completely naked. He wanted to vanish. He could have done so easily and left Dean to deal with his brother, but Dean deserved better. Instead he zipped and buttoned his slacks, and stood quietly watching Dean.
"It's not what it looks like," Dean started to say.
Sam's eyes went wider still. "Not what it looks like? How the hell... what the hell," his gaze went from Dean to Castiel, to the bed, and then back to Dean. "Tell me I did not just walk in on you two..." Sam gulped. "...making out?"
"Actually..." Castiel began to say, but stopped when Dean turned to glare at him.
"Why don't you let me handle this," Dean said. "And don't listen in with your angel mojo," he warned as he pointed his finger at Castiel.
Castiel nodded and lowered his head. Dean indicated with a nod that Castiel should leave them alone. There was a time when the subtle movement would have been lost on him, but not now. He knew Dean. He knew what to do.
Castiel did not turn the light on in the bathroom. He stood in the dark, lost in the thought of what had just occurred between himself and Dean. At first he could not hear what they were saying. They were whispering.
"You..." Castiel could hear Sam now because he was no longer speaking softly. "You got an angel..." The rest of the sentence was too low for him to hear. Castiel could not help but want to hear. He could not help but want to know what Dean would say. He had not actually promised not to listen in. He slowly turned the door handle and nudged the bathroom door ajar. Light from the main room cut a narrow strip through the length of the bathroom. Castiel leaned forward and saw that Sam was pacing across the room. Dean was out of his field of vision.
"It's not that big a deal," Dean said. Castiel could now hear him clearly, so he must have been just on the other side of the bathroom. Castiel reached out and touched the wall. He could feel Dean's presence through the plaster and paint. Dean's heart was beating quickly. Castiel's own heart sped up to match the beats.
"Not that big a deal? He. Stripped. For. You." Sam said each word like it was a separate sentence.
"If it makes you feel better, he wasn't that good at it," Dean replied. Castiel narrowed his eyes. He could tell by the tone of Dean's voice that he had that cocky grin on his face. Had Castiel misjudged? At the time, Dean seemed pleased by Castiel's performance, but if Dean's reaction had been false, Castiel would need to learn how to strip better.
"What is it with you?" Sam asked with exasperation. He placed his hands on his hips, and then threw his arms up in the air. "Do you have a thing for angels or something? Because that's what it seems like from where I'm standing."
"And what if I do? Is that so bad?" Dean replied. He walked into Castiel's field of vision and stopped inches from his brother. They stared into each other's eyes.
"But... he's..." Sam started to say. Dean leaned in closer, almost chest to chest with Sam.
"What? What is it?"
Castiel leaned forward, light falling on his face.
"He's an angel, Dean," Sam finally said. "And a..."
"A what? A guy? Is that what's bothering you?" He turned away from Sam and stood, seeming to ponder the ceiling. Castiel looked up to see what had caught Dean's attention. It was nothing. There were no answers up there.
"No," Sam finally said. But his shoulders sagged, and he looked uncertain.
"He's..." Dean rubbed his chin and waved a hand in the air. "He's hot."
"It's gotta be a sin," Sam replied.
"It didn't feel like one," Dean said almost too low for Castiel to catch.
He stepped out of the bathroom and stared at Dean. They both turned to face him.
"Would it really matter to you if it were a sin?" Castiel asked.
Sam and Dean looked to each other then back at Castiel.
"You heard all that?" Dean finally asked, avoiding Castiel's question and, Castiel thought, answering it in the process.
Much as Dean had made his choice, now Castiel acknowledged that he had, irrefutably, made his also.
"I was not using my "angel mojo"," Castiel said, hopeful that sincerity was written all over his face. "You made almost no attempt to conceal your conversation." Castiel walked forward and stood closer to Dean.
"You shouldn't have listened in," Dean finally said after a long pause. Dean looked uncomfortable and shifted on the spot.
Sam suddenly laughed, and walked to his bed to sit down. "He's right, Dean. It's not like we were stealthy or anything." Sam grinned. "When Bobby hears about this..."
"Bobby is not going to hear about this," Dean said, pointing a finger at his brother. At his words, the tension seemed to break, and Dean stepped away from Castiel to sit down on his bed.
Castiel was unsure what had happened to alter the situation that had just moments before been tense. There was much to learn. Dean had already taught him a great deal about what it was to be human. He was sure that Dean could teach him more, and that prospect filled Castiel with excitement. For years he had watched, and now he would finally get to experience just what it was like to be human. Dean would show him the way.
End
Author: GothGirl
Fandom: Supernatural
Sequel/Series: Sequel to Close Your Eyes, but can stand alone.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Category: Angst, Romance.
Notes: 3,700 words. Thanks to my wonderful beta readers who put me through my paces on this one, off_that_bridge and Alee thank you. This would never be more than a jumble of words without both your help.
Warnings: Spoilers up 4.10.
Feedback: Yes please that would be very nice. Feedback is very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke. No infringement is meant.
Summary: Castiel wants more.
After the first kiss, it was so easy for Castiel to make an excuse to visit Dean Winchester. Though they had not progressed beyond fondling and kisses, Castiel was anxious to take what had been started to a new level. More and more, he'd made the time to sit and observe human behavior. He'd learned so much as he watched couples form bonds and share themselves with each other.
The first kiss had just happened a few weeks ago, but to Castiel it felt as though an eternity had passed since their lips had met. Uriel was on another assignment. Castiel had manipulated that. He knew he shouldn't have, but he was unsure whether he could hide the truth of what had occurred from someone who knew him so well. Uriel was already teasing him about his growing affection for the human. It was an affection that Castiel could not deny.
Castiel landed at night. He could hear the sounds of battle and when he stepped around the mausoleum, he wasn't surprised to find that the demon was also with them. She paused in her fight, a look of fear in her eyes at seeing Castiel. He stepped forward to slam a fist into the animated corpse she'd been battling. It instantly fell down dead at his touch.
"Thanks," Ruby said with wide-eyes.
"I didn't do it to save you," Castiel automatically responded. He turned away from the demon, ignoring her expression, and stalked past her to catch up to the ghoul headed for the entrance to the mausoleum.
"Stop it!" Dean shouted. He was sprawled on his back, his shotgun a few feet from him. Sam lay unconscious, but very much alive, beside him. Castiel stepped in front of the thing, blocking its access to the tomb. He reached out with a hand, and placed it on the poor soul's forehead. It fell to the damp ground.
Sam came to just as the corpse fell, accepting the helping hand Dean offered and lurching onto his feet. Ruby stayed where she stood, hesitant to go anywhere near Castiel. That was fine with him. He wasn't concerned with the demon girl. He walked into the tomb and moments later walked out with the talisman held up for all to see.
"It is unbroken," he announced. Dean's responding smile sent a warm feeling through Castiel. When Dean took the coin from him, Castiel did not stop him. He watched as Sam and Dean examined the coin closely. He needed to secure the object to ensure that Lilith would not get hold of this particular seal. There was little time for this, but Castiel would wait anyway to allow for the moment humans called celebration.
"You did well here," Castiel said as he waited. He could feel the obvious excitement the brothers felt at this victory.
"Well?" Dean scoffed. "We totally kicked ass," he smacked his brother on the shoulder and reached out to hand the seal back to Castiel. Castiel nodded and tucked the round metal object into his inner coat pocket.
"You, as you put it, kicked ass," Castiel said as Dean placed his arm around Castiel's shoulder. Sam smiled at Ruby and there was a pause. Castiel bathed in the warmth and close contact from Dean. He was unsure what to do next. He was surprised that Dean would show such action so blatantly in front of his own brother, but then Castiel was unsure of much of human interaction. Could they kiss now? Was it customary to do that after "kicking ass?" Castiel snapped out of his contemplation to find that Sam had called his name several times.
"Hey, you changed your look," Sam said.
Castiel looked down at his own form. Nothing had changed that he could discern. His host body remained the same, though at this moment he was reacting to the pleasurable stimuli of his close proximity to Dean. Could Sam tell? Castiel felt his face grow hot.
"Your tie is gone," Sam said as he tilted his head and seemed to examine Castiel closer. "Are you... blushing?" he asked.
"I don't think so," Castiel replied, unsure what Sam meant.
"Angels blush," Dean said as he removed his arm from around Castiel's shoulder and slid it down Castiel's back to rest his hand for a moment on his ass. It was so brief that Castiel was sure he'd imagined the whole thing. Dean shrugged casually. "Go figure."
Ruby hid a smile and looked away. Sam's gaze lingered on the collar of Castiel's shirt. "No tie is a nice look for you. By the way, thanks for saving Ruby." Unsure how to respond, Castiel chose once again to say nothing. It had become his default response to most situations.
"I will deal with them," Castiel said as he pointed to the scattered corpses. Dean, Sam and Ruby gathered the weapons and headed back to the car. It was only a matter of moments for Castiel to place the bodies where they belonged.
The car stood on the small dirt road only a few hundred feet away. Dean was already tossing the tools they'd used to thwart the breaking of the seal into the trunk. When Castiel caught up to Dean, Sam and Ruby were nowhere to be found.
"They had something else to do," Dean said as he slammed the trunk of the car shut. He leaned against it and crossed his arms. Castiel nodded and searched the darkness for them. When he glanced back to look at Dean, he discovered that Dean had pulled something out of his back pocket. Dean opened his hand and the tie unfurled.
"Is that...?"
"Yup," Dean said with a smirk. "You left it behind that night, after you took off so suddenly." Dean pushed away from the car and tossed the tie to Castiel, who caught it. Castiel's face felt hot again. Dean smiled and walked around to the driver side door, and yanked it open. The sound of screeching metal echoed through the night.
*
The motel was cool with the drapes drawn closed. Castiel sat down on one of the beds and Dean smiled.
"How did you know that was my bed?" Dean asked.
"I didn't," Castiel said, glancing up to stare at Dean.
Dean nodded absently. Dean moved around the room, meticulous in each task. He seemed unable to sit still after everything that had happened, still on edge from the battle. Castiel watched as Dean placed a shotgun on a low table, slipped his jacket off and tossed it on a chair, and then sat in the chair. He began to remove objects from a small case, and started to work. Castiel watched in fascination as Dean concentrated on his task.
"If you want the shower first that's cool. I've got to clean the weapons and that'll probably take awhile," Dean finally said, after a long silence. He motioned to the small bathroom, but Castiel didn't move. He had no need for showers.
"I have no need..." Castiel started to say.
"Right, I should have known." Dean barely glanced up from his work. "You might still want to try it out." Dean paused in his work.
Castiel stood and walked to the bathroom without a word. Dean followed him and showed him how to turn the water on. He instructed Castiel to make sure the shower curtain was closed. He told him to take his clothes off first before stepping into the tub, and then he left the room, closing the door behind him. Once Castiel was naked, he stepped under the spray of water. Dean had said this particular motel had an "awesome" showerhead. As soon as the hot water hit Castiel's skin, he understood the appeal. The feel of water pelting his skin was incredible. Castiel turned and placed his head under the water, closing his eyes and allowing it to run over his hair. He sighed. This was heaven. His eyes flew open at the blasphemy. How could he have ever thought that? This body, this experience, was changing him in ways he had never imagined.
When he was sure that his sacrilege had not been heard, Castiel closed his eyes once again and stood under the water, lost in the thoughts of his task ahead. The sound of the door opening broke him out of his reverie.
"Dude, leave some for the rest of us," Dean yelled and then was gone.
Castiel pushed the blue plastic shower curtain aside, and turned the tap off as Dean had shown him. He looked down at his host body to see that his hands and feet had become wrinkled as though old. Castiel stared at his hands as he stepped from the tub. He reached out for the doorknob and opened the door to step out into the room. Dean had finished his task and sat waiting on his bed. He shot up out of the bed the moment Castiel walked into the room.
"Towel," Dean exclaimed, wide-eyed. He rushed past Castiel, averting his eyes as he did so. Castiel turned to watch as Dean came back with what must have been a towel and held it up in front of Castiel's body. "I can't believe I have to tell you what a towel is for."
Dean wrapped the towel around Castiel and let it go. They both watched as it fluttered to the floor. Castiel didn't move as Dean bent to pick the cloth up, his eyes closed.
"Don't tell me, in heaven angels are naked," Dean mumbled as he once again wrapped the towel around Castiel.
"As a matter a fact..." Castiel began to say. He still had not moved, much to Dean's exasperation. Dean began to dry him with the towel. Castiel took note that although Dean tried not to look, he did glance at Castiel a few times, mostly downward.
"Usually, people dry themselves with a towel after a shower," Dean explained as he patted Castiel's bare chest and arms. He stopped and held the towel out, then averted his eyes. "I think you get the idea."
Castiel took the offered towel and held it up as Dean turned to stare at the wall.
"There is a simple way to solve this problem," Castiel said. "You can turn around now."
Dean turned, peeking with one eye at first then turning around to face Castiel when he saw that the angel was back in his clothes complete with tie.
"That was fast," Dean said. He took the towel from Castiel and noted that it was now dry. Dean walked back to the table and picked up a beer he'd been nursing for the past half hour. He placed it to his lips to take a swig.
"Can we kiss now?" Castiel asked.
Dean sprayed beer all over the table. He spun around to face Castiel. Dean swiped his hand across his chin, and sat down on the chair.
Castiel began to remove his coat. He suddenly felt uncomfortable and overdressed.
"Slow down," Dean said shifting in the chair. He spread his legs wide and took another drink from his beer.
"What purpose would it serve to undress slowly?" Castiel asked, as he finished removing his coat and set it down on the bed.
Dean lifted his chin and smiled. "Just trust me on this one, Cas." He set the now empty beer bottle down on the table and slouched in the chair, waving a hand at Castiel.
Castiel slid the suit jacket that he wore beneath his trench coat off his shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. A self-conscious wave swept over him as he stood, unsure of what to do next. The smile on Dean's face grew.
"Loosen up," Dean said, shaking his own shoulders as demonstration. He motioned at his own neck and then at Castiel.
Castiel reached for his tie, nervous at first. He tugged the tie a few times back and forth until the knot came undone and the fabric fell loose. Castiel smiled tentatively as he yanked the tie off and tossed it at Dean. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed that at Dean. His actions produced an interesting result. Dean stood and strode across the room to push Castiel down onto the bed and press his mouth to Castiel's. This time, Dean did not need to instruct him to open. Castiel did so willingly. Dean thrust his tongue deep into Castiel's mouth. Castiel shivered. This felt so right, here with Dean, holding him close.
Dean urged Castiel to slide up the bed so that they could lie down more comfortably. Castiel reached up to caress Dean's short hair. He liked how it felt beneath his fingers. As he luxuriated in the feeling, Dean thrust against him and bit Castiel's lower lip.
"This is so wrong," Dean mumbled. He pulled away and stared down into Castiel's eyes.
For one moment Castiel was sure Dean would stop and this wonderful warmth that felt so right would end, but instead Dean mashed his mouth against Castiel's. Castiel yanked at Dean's shirt and tore it open, destroying the fragile fabric. He placed his hand on the burn print, his mark. Castiel reveled at the feel of heat from Dean's body. A flash of the memory of pulling Dean from hell, returned to him in vivid detail. Castiel pushed the thought of the screams and cries for mercy from his mind as he tossed the shirt aside and rolled Dean onto his back. He thrust his tongue deep into Dean's mouth, determined to slay those thoughts with actions. Dean somehow managed to unbutton and unzip his own pants and Castiel's, despite their closeness. Castiel trailed his fingers over the soft flesh of Dean's torso, sending shivers through Dean.
"This is not wrong," Castiel whispered as his fingers continued to play across the warm skin. He brushed a pointed nipple and Dean shivered beneath him. "I know every inch of you, Dean Winchester."
They kissed again as Dean slid a hand down to Castiel's open pants, and tugged at his underwear. Castiel shuddered uncontrollably when Dean's fingers wrapped around his cock. The warm hand slid up and down the length, slow at first. Castiel kissed Dean more urgently, and thrust against Dean. His body seemed to have developed a mind of its own.
"That's it," Dean whispered against Castiel's chin as he kissed and bit his way down Castiel's throat. Castiel wanted that mouth on his, but this felt so good. He closed his eyes and continued to thrust into Dean's hand. Dean stroked him faster and faster, brushing the now sensitive head every other stroke. "I've been thinking about this since the first time." Dean's words sent a thrill through Castiel.
Castiel couldn't possibly form words at this moment. His whole body shuddered. With a few more strokes of Dean's hand, Castiel's cock pulsed again and again. Castiel moaned quietly, and slowly opened his eyes. His body continued to tremble as Dean Castiel's hair and whispered words of approval in his ear. Dean was now stroking his own cock, his eyes closed as he pressed close to Castiel. The movement rocked the bed beneath them as Dean sped up.
"Yeah," Dean muttered. "So good."
Castiel watched enthralled at the expression on Dean's face. Almost angelic, and even as Castiel thought this, he knew what must be done. He wrapped his hand around Dean's hand and followed his motions. Dean's cock felt smooth and soft yet hard and nothing like touching his host. Castiel watched as Dean was overcome by his own climax. He wished for Dean to open his eyes and let him see, but his eyes remained closed.
Dean cleaned up without a word. He buttoned and zipped their pants up, but didn't move from the bed to put on a new shirt. Castiel waited for Dean to say something. He was unsure what should be said at this moment. He thought that perhaps words of love or encouragement were necessary, but he discarded that notion. Now they lay in the bed, still both yet to speak. Castiel sensed Dean's unease and reached out to touch his cheek. That seemed to be all Dean needed. He slid his arms around Castiel and kissed him again. Castiel lost himself in Dean's mouth. A noise across the room broke them from their moment.
"What the..."
Dean shoved away from Castiel and jumped from the bed, gun in hand. When he saw that it was his brother, he set the gun down.
"Oh my God!" Sam yelped. "Oh my God," Sam repeated with wide eyes.
Castiel stood. Though his open pants clung to his hips, Castiel felt completely naked. He wanted to vanish. He could have done so easily and left Dean to deal with his brother, but Dean deserved better. Instead he zipped and buttoned his slacks, and stood quietly watching Dean.
"It's not what it looks like," Dean started to say.
Sam's eyes went wider still. "Not what it looks like? How the hell... what the hell," his gaze went from Dean to Castiel, to the bed, and then back to Dean. "Tell me I did not just walk in on you two..." Sam gulped. "...making out?"
"Actually..." Castiel began to say, but stopped when Dean turned to glare at him.
"Why don't you let me handle this," Dean said. "And don't listen in with your angel mojo," he warned as he pointed his finger at Castiel.
Castiel nodded and lowered his head. Dean indicated with a nod that Castiel should leave them alone. There was a time when the subtle movement would have been lost on him, but not now. He knew Dean. He knew what to do.
Castiel did not turn the light on in the bathroom. He stood in the dark, lost in the thought of what had just occurred between himself and Dean. At first he could not hear what they were saying. They were whispering.
"You..." Castiel could hear Sam now because he was no longer speaking softly. "You got an angel..." The rest of the sentence was too low for him to hear. Castiel could not help but want to hear. He could not help but want to know what Dean would say. He had not actually promised not to listen in. He slowly turned the door handle and nudged the bathroom door ajar. Light from the main room cut a narrow strip through the length of the bathroom. Castiel leaned forward and saw that Sam was pacing across the room. Dean was out of his field of vision.
"It's not that big a deal," Dean said. Castiel could now hear him clearly, so he must have been just on the other side of the bathroom. Castiel reached out and touched the wall. He could feel Dean's presence through the plaster and paint. Dean's heart was beating quickly. Castiel's own heart sped up to match the beats.
"Not that big a deal? He. Stripped. For. You." Sam said each word like it was a separate sentence.
"If it makes you feel better, he wasn't that good at it," Dean replied. Castiel narrowed his eyes. He could tell by the tone of Dean's voice that he had that cocky grin on his face. Had Castiel misjudged? At the time, Dean seemed pleased by Castiel's performance, but if Dean's reaction had been false, Castiel would need to learn how to strip better.
"What is it with you?" Sam asked with exasperation. He placed his hands on his hips, and then threw his arms up in the air. "Do you have a thing for angels or something? Because that's what it seems like from where I'm standing."
"And what if I do? Is that so bad?" Dean replied. He walked into Castiel's field of vision and stopped inches from his brother. They stared into each other's eyes.
"But... he's..." Sam started to say. Dean leaned in closer, almost chest to chest with Sam.
"What? What is it?"
Castiel leaned forward, light falling on his face.
"He's an angel, Dean," Sam finally said. "And a..."
"A what? A guy? Is that what's bothering you?" He turned away from Sam and stood, seeming to ponder the ceiling. Castiel looked up to see what had caught Dean's attention. It was nothing. There were no answers up there.
"No," Sam finally said. But his shoulders sagged, and he looked uncertain.
"He's..." Dean rubbed his chin and waved a hand in the air. "He's hot."
"It's gotta be a sin," Sam replied.
"It didn't feel like one," Dean said almost too low for Castiel to catch.
He stepped out of the bathroom and stared at Dean. They both turned to face him.
"Would it really matter to you if it were a sin?" Castiel asked.
Sam and Dean looked to each other then back at Castiel.
"You heard all that?" Dean finally asked, avoiding Castiel's question and, Castiel thought, answering it in the process.
Much as Dean had made his choice, now Castiel acknowledged that he had, irrefutably, made his also.
"I was not using my "angel mojo"," Castiel said, hopeful that sincerity was written all over his face. "You made almost no attempt to conceal your conversation." Castiel walked forward and stood closer to Dean.
"You shouldn't have listened in," Dean finally said after a long pause. Dean looked uncomfortable and shifted on the spot.
Sam suddenly laughed, and walked to his bed to sit down. "He's right, Dean. It's not like we were stealthy or anything." Sam grinned. "When Bobby hears about this..."
"Bobby is not going to hear about this," Dean said, pointing a finger at his brother. At his words, the tension seemed to break, and Dean stepped away from Castiel to sit down on his bed.
Castiel was unsure what had happened to alter the situation that had just moments before been tense. There was much to learn. Dean had already taught him a great deal about what it was to be human. He was sure that Dean could teach him more, and that prospect filled Castiel with excitement. For years he had watched, and now he would finally get to experience just what it was like to be human. Dean would show him the way.
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