Supernatural - Secret Lovers
Castiel pursed his lips. They had been in the bathroom for over fifteen minutes, and he could hear every single grunt and groan, as well as every time Sam slapped his open palm against the wall. He stood in the kitchenette, and his brow lowered as he heard the final chorus of simultaneous cries of orgasm.
The door opened and Dean half-stumbled out, offering an off-kilter grin to Castiel and a sort of half-salute, half-wave as he pulled the door shut behind him. "Yeah, so I think the toilet's fixed now. Man, they need regular maintenance so much in these motels, you know?"
Cas tried to push it down. He really did. It took all of his angelic fortitude and a measure of the stamina left in his human vessel.
"Dean, there is a matter of the investigation--"
It was at that moment that Sam walked out, cheeks still a little pink, glowing and pupils dilated from what the angel knew had happened barely ten feet from him. "Oh, hi Cas! Dean really is a whiz with the plumbing!"
"I know, right!" Dean laughed a little too loudly and elbowed his brother.
Cas slowly breathed in and let out a slow, deep sigh. This would not be easy. In the past month, his patience had been pushed to its very limits in enduring quickies in every dark, dank, decrepit locale they hit, every abandoned factory and ramshackle old house, even the bathrooms at a diner.
Dean's voice brought him out of the memory. "What'd you find out, Cas? Anything good?" As his brother passed by, Dean swatted his backside with a wink and a click of his tongue.
Castiel opened his mouth, then closed it wordlessly, narrowing his eyes and looking between the two before settling back on Dean again. "I learned that book was missing for two weeks."
"That's pretty important," Sam replied as he sat down at the little table, opening up his laptop. "Two weeks. That just about fits in with the timetable."
"I will investigate further," Castiel answered, and then suddenly he was gone.
The next time he saw the brothers was two days later, at a run-down factory in the middle of nowhere. The machines had sat unused for months, perhaps years, and a layer of dust had been allowed to settle on everything. He stood stock-still in the middle of the shadowed floor, until the pair managed to make their way to him.
This was delayed by various little touches shared between them, and smacks on delicate parts of the anatomy, play-wrestling, and ruffling of hair. It took about two minutes to cross what would have normally been a thirty-second distance.
"I found something important." Castiel's expression bordered on "sour", although it was always difficult to tell with him.
"Yeah?" Dean clapped a hand on the angel's shoulder. "Tell me all about it!" he turned, then, and mouthed something silently to Sam, who just grinned and shuffled off to scout the area.
Cas could figure it out. It was "hustle those buns around".
The angel stared evenly at Dean for a short time longer, and after a deep breath continued. "There is a sigil drawn on the ceiling."
He didn't figure he should have to point up, but after half a minute of Dean staring at him, he did just that. Abruptly.
"Oh." Dean looked up, then back down at Cas. "So it's some kinda ritual thing? Or one of your brothers gone crazy?"
"Dean..." Cas began, then stopped himself. He could see the depth in the man's eyes. "It was a ritual. I can still smell the frankincense."
The other man slowly looked around, back up at the sigil still on the ceiling, and then back to the angel. "That's like, a real thing?"
Cas stared evenly at Dean's eyes, as if in disbelief that he could be more informed. After some seconds passed in pregnant silence, the angel sighed again. "Yes."
"Something botherin' you?" Dean sidled closer, grabbing the angel's left shoulder. "You can talk to me!"
And after a few seconds, Cas opened his mouth to reply. But at that very instant, Sam returned from the dusty shadows. Dean's attention turned at once, leaving an angel annoyed and solitary.
"Give me a minute, Cas. I think maybe there's something I need to investigate."
After another two minutes and the overt sounds of the brothers bumping up against some machinery that had lay dormant for some time, he simply vanished from the premises and wasn't missed until an hour later.
"I tell ya Cas, you gotta stop popping out like that."
The next time he appeared in their motel room, Dean had only that to say to him.
Castiel moved to one of the chairs and simply deposited himself in it. He stared straight ahead, listening to Dean but not commenting in reply at all.
"We found a whole lotta clues!" He continued on, trying to make an enthusiastic show of it. "Maybe next time you could come with us?"
Cas slowly turned his head to look into Dean's eyes, and his own widened a bit.
"You wish to copulate with me as well?"
"Copulate? Like...do cop things?" Dean glanced around the room. At that moment, the bathroom door opened, admitting Sam with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Huh?" Sam leaned in the doorway, skin moist and muscles glistening. "Oh, hey Cas."
Dean waved at his brother. "He was talking about copulating with us. Like, cop stuff?"
Sam raised his brows immediately. "That's...not what 'copulate' means, Dean."
"It's not? What does it mean?"
Sam cleared his throat, feeling suddenly underdressed and extremely conspicuous. "It means...uh..." He could feel Castiel's eyes on him. "It means to have sex."
"Whoa!" Dean held up his hands, waving them at the angel. "What do you mean, copulate? Have you been watching more of *those* kinds of videos? Cas, I told you about that!"
"Dean, I know you and Sam have been having sex repeatedly and at every opportunity."
The silence in the room could be cut with a knife. Dean's jaw worked, but no words escaped from his lips. Sam ducked back inside the bathroom. Castiel sat probing with his gaze at Dean's face.
With the absence of response, Cas continued on. "You engaged in anal sex with him two days ago in the bathroom, oral sex at the diner, oral, anal, and manual sex at the factory, and three forms of frottage in the time since. You also had sex with him in the front and back seats of your car a total of sixteen times in the past four weeks."
"Now look, I think you're just getting a little bit worked up, Cas..."
"You drank his urine Thursday--"
"That was once! Once! And it was just a little bit!"
Dean suddenly closed his mouth and felt very, very conspicuous.
He quietly cleared his throat and got to his feet, holding his hands before him and opening his mouth. Then he closed it and shook his head, turning to walk into the bathroom.
Cas sat back in his chair as he heard the sounds of lovemaking. Of all the people in the world, of all the brothers in the world, these were the two he had chosen to be near.
These were the two. And from what he could hear, they had just begun to get really nasty in the bathtub.
The door opened and Dean half-stumbled out, offering an off-kilter grin to Castiel and a sort of half-salute, half-wave as he pulled the door shut behind him. "Yeah, so I think the toilet's fixed now. Man, they need regular maintenance so much in these motels, you know?"
Cas tried to push it down. He really did. It took all of his angelic fortitude and a measure of the stamina left in his human vessel.
"Dean, there is a matter of the investigation--"
It was at that moment that Sam walked out, cheeks still a little pink, glowing and pupils dilated from what the angel knew had happened barely ten feet from him. "Oh, hi Cas! Dean really is a whiz with the plumbing!"
"I know, right!" Dean laughed a little too loudly and elbowed his brother.
Cas slowly breathed in and let out a slow, deep sigh. This would not be easy. In the past month, his patience had been pushed to its very limits in enduring quickies in every dark, dank, decrepit locale they hit, every abandoned factory and ramshackle old house, even the bathrooms at a diner.
Dean's voice brought him out of the memory. "What'd you find out, Cas? Anything good?" As his brother passed by, Dean swatted his backside with a wink and a click of his tongue.
Castiel opened his mouth, then closed it wordlessly, narrowing his eyes and looking between the two before settling back on Dean again. "I learned that book was missing for two weeks."
"That's pretty important," Sam replied as he sat down at the little table, opening up his laptop. "Two weeks. That just about fits in with the timetable."
"I will investigate further," Castiel answered, and then suddenly he was gone.
The next time he saw the brothers was two days later, at a run-down factory in the middle of nowhere. The machines had sat unused for months, perhaps years, and a layer of dust had been allowed to settle on everything. He stood stock-still in the middle of the shadowed floor, until the pair managed to make their way to him.
This was delayed by various little touches shared between them, and smacks on delicate parts of the anatomy, play-wrestling, and ruffling of hair. It took about two minutes to cross what would have normally been a thirty-second distance.
"I found something important." Castiel's expression bordered on "sour", although it was always difficult to tell with him.
"Yeah?" Dean clapped a hand on the angel's shoulder. "Tell me all about it!" he turned, then, and mouthed something silently to Sam, who just grinned and shuffled off to scout the area.
Cas could figure it out. It was "hustle those buns around".
The angel stared evenly at Dean for a short time longer, and after a deep breath continued. "There is a sigil drawn on the ceiling."
He didn't figure he should have to point up, but after half a minute of Dean staring at him, he did just that. Abruptly.
"Oh." Dean looked up, then back down at Cas. "So it's some kinda ritual thing? Or one of your brothers gone crazy?"
"Dean..." Cas began, then stopped himself. He could see the depth in the man's eyes. "It was a ritual. I can still smell the frankincense."
The other man slowly looked around, back up at the sigil still on the ceiling, and then back to the angel. "That's like, a real thing?"
Cas stared evenly at Dean's eyes, as if in disbelief that he could be more informed. After some seconds passed in pregnant silence, the angel sighed again. "Yes."
"Something botherin' you?" Dean sidled closer, grabbing the angel's left shoulder. "You can talk to me!"
And after a few seconds, Cas opened his mouth to reply. But at that very instant, Sam returned from the dusty shadows. Dean's attention turned at once, leaving an angel annoyed and solitary.
"Give me a minute, Cas. I think maybe there's something I need to investigate."
After another two minutes and the overt sounds of the brothers bumping up against some machinery that had lay dormant for some time, he simply vanished from the premises and wasn't missed until an hour later.
"I tell ya Cas, you gotta stop popping out like that."
The next time he appeared in their motel room, Dean had only that to say to him.
Castiel moved to one of the chairs and simply deposited himself in it. He stared straight ahead, listening to Dean but not commenting in reply at all.
"We found a whole lotta clues!" He continued on, trying to make an enthusiastic show of it. "Maybe next time you could come with us?"
Cas slowly turned his head to look into Dean's eyes, and his own widened a bit.
"You wish to copulate with me as well?"
"Copulate? Like...do cop things?" Dean glanced around the room. At that moment, the bathroom door opened, admitting Sam with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Huh?" Sam leaned in the doorway, skin moist and muscles glistening. "Oh, hey Cas."
Dean waved at his brother. "He was talking about copulating with us. Like, cop stuff?"
Sam raised his brows immediately. "That's...not what 'copulate' means, Dean."
"It's not? What does it mean?"
Sam cleared his throat, feeling suddenly underdressed and extremely conspicuous. "It means...uh..." He could feel Castiel's eyes on him. "It means to have sex."
"Whoa!" Dean held up his hands, waving them at the angel. "What do you mean, copulate? Have you been watching more of *those* kinds of videos? Cas, I told you about that!"
"Dean, I know you and Sam have been having sex repeatedly and at every opportunity."
The silence in the room could be cut with a knife. Dean's jaw worked, but no words escaped from his lips. Sam ducked back inside the bathroom. Castiel sat probing with his gaze at Dean's face.
With the absence of response, Cas continued on. "You engaged in anal sex with him two days ago in the bathroom, oral sex at the diner, oral, anal, and manual sex at the factory, and three forms of frottage in the time since. You also had sex with him in the front and back seats of your car a total of sixteen times in the past four weeks."
"Now look, I think you're just getting a little bit worked up, Cas..."
"You drank his urine Thursday--"
"That was once! Once! And it was just a little bit!"
Dean suddenly closed his mouth and felt very, very conspicuous.
He quietly cleared his throat and got to his feet, holding his hands before him and opening his mouth. Then he closed it and shook his head, turning to walk into the bathroom.
Cas sat back in his chair as he heard the sounds of lovemaking. Of all the people in the world, of all the brothers in the world, these were the two he had chosen to be near.
These were the two. And from what he could hear, they had just begun to get really nasty in the bathtub.