Tell me where we go from here 27/?
Chapter 27
Their last night in a real bed. Dean sighed and glared at the offending backpack at the door. At least they would have sleeping bags and a tent and would get a hot meal once a day and if he was lucky they would even start the day with coffee.
"Did I mention that I hate camping?"
"You have mentioned it once or twice." Cas said as if it hadn't been a rhetoric question. Or this was just his way of sarcasm. It didn't sound like sarcasm but with Cas he never knew.
"Can't figure why." Dean muttered and turned his back to their packed gear. They wouldn't need it before morning and he had the intention to make the most out of the night.
Cas stood at the bed, loosening his tie. For the road he had put on the tie and his trench coat again and Dean felt better seeing him in that familiar outfit. This was Cas.
Dean closed the distance between them and slipped his hands under the coat.
"Any ideas on how to spend the night?" He leaned in for a kiss and found Cas' mouth willingly open for him. He dipped his tongue into the waiting heat, tongue brushing against tongue, and Dean hummed in pleasure.
He helped Cas out of the coat and started unbuttoning his shirt. Cas hadn't answered his question but Dean could work with that.
"Want to try something new?" He asked and slipped the shirt over his shoulders, revealing smooth skin. He kissed Cas on the collar bone and on the soft curve of his neck.
"What do you have in mind?" Cas tilted his head, if to express is curiosity or to give Dean better access to his neck he didn't know but he took advantage of it.
Cas' hands had slipped under his shirts as well, strong and warm on his back.
"Wait and see." Dean caught his earlobe with his teeth and nibbled at it gently. "I'll make it good for you."
Cas didn't seem to be in a haste to see them naked so Dean followed his lead and they shed one piece of clothing after the other until they stood naked in the middle of the room, clothes pooling around them.
Cas' tongue darted out, licking its way along Dean's throat and Dean closed his eyes, lost in the sensation. By now he was rock hard and leaking but when he glanced over to Cas, he found the angel only half-hard and that was the optimistic way to describe it.
"Sit on the bed." Dean guided him backwards until his the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat down. They kissed some more before Dean sank to his knees between Cas' legs.
"Do you want me to blow you?" Dean asked, making sure that Cas knew exactly what he had in mind. If Cas said no, they would find something else to do. Or it would be just cuddles for the night, Dean would be fine with that too.
But he was determined to find the one thing that turned Cas on like nothing else, the one thing that made him almost come just thinking of it. He doubted that that one thing was a blowjob but he wanted to give it a try. And he wanted to taste Cas, feel him in his mouth, feel his lips stretched around him. Dean's mouth watered at that thought.
Cas looked him in the eye and then gave him a nod.
Dean grinned to that and kissed his sternum. With his hands stroking Cas' sides and his mouth leaving wet kisses on his chest and stomach Dean made his way downwards. He caressed the tattoo on Cas' side and dipped his tongue in his navel. Then he followed the treasure trail of short hair farther down. He wanted to make this special for his angel so he took his time with foreplay, nipping and kissing around the area before he came even close to his cock.
His hands never stood still either and it looked like that did the trick. At some point Cas leaned backwards, bracing himself on his arms, and when Dean glanced up he found Cas' eyes closed and his mouth hanging slightly open.
Dean grinned into the soft skin of his hip and then turned his attention to Cas' cock. It was almost completely erect now.
With the flat of his tongue Dean gave it a lick from base to tip.
"Grmm." Cas made in response so Dean did it again. He circled the tip with this tongue, dipping into the slit.
"You taste good." Dean commented while he shifted to get his hands in a better position. He closed his right around the base and gave it a few strokes. He knew he couldn't take all of Cas and he didn't want to ruin this by choking on Cas' dick, unless he got the impression that that was a kink Cas liked then he would happily swallow him down until he gagged. But for now he played it safe with focusing on the head. He closed his lips around the tip and circled with his tongue around it before he slackened his jaw and started bobbing his head.
It had been a while since he'd done this but the way Cas clawed into the sheets and how he arched his back, Dean thought he didn't do too badly. He grinned around the cock in his mouth and pressed his tongue flat against the underside when he came up again.
Dean sucked and nibbled for a moment longer before he let go off with a wet plop.
Above him Cas whined at the loss but sucked in a sharp breath when Dean took his left testicle in his mouth.
"What?" Cas gasped.
Looked like Cas' porn education hadn't covered this but Dean was eager to show him what kind of pleasure a man could get from getting his balls sucked. He was thorough with that, just to make sure Cas understood the lesson, giving both his balls the attention they deserved before he returned to the cock. While his mouth had been busy elsewhere, his hand had never stopped working Cas' cock. Just to keep him in the game, Cas' erection seemed to have the attention span of hummingbird.
When Cas finally came Dean had just enough time to get his mouth off his cock before he spilled his release. Dean worked him with even strokes through the waves of his orgasm before he let go of the spent cock.
"There you go." Dean place on last kiss on his stomach and then rose to his feet to sit next to Cas on the bed. By then Cas had dropped to his back, chest heaving with every breath he took. He had one arm across his eyes and he just look so fucked out, it was adorable.
Dean laid down next to him and pried his arm away so he could kiss him properly.
"You didn't come." Cas observed after a moment when he noticed the still hard dick between Dean's legs. Dean hadn't touched himself, this had been about Cas. But now with Cas taken care of, Dean dropped his hand and closed his fingers around his arching erection.
"Let me." Cas' fingers closed over his and reluctantly Dean let go. He rolled to his back and let Cas take care of him. They had done this a few times before and Cas had picked up some of the finer points and so it didn't take long until Dean came all over his hand.
"I could get used to this." Dean sighed happily when he came down from his orgasm.
Cas cleaned them up with one of his socks, which gave Dean a good laugh and earned him a raised eyebrow from Cas, and then they slipped under the covers.
Without a second thought they found their position, spooning with Dean playing the big one, his arm over Cas with his hand resting over his heart and Cas flush against him, his butt fitting perfectly into the curve of Dean's hip. As if they were made to click together like this, Dean thought while he drifted off to sleep.
The alarm woke him early in the morning.
For long minutes Dean lay in bed after that, debating if he should get up this early or not. If they got an early start they may had to stay only one night out in the woods but lying here in his warm bed with Cas snuggled up to his side, he was drooling over Dean's chest but he didn't mind, he wasn't sure if it was worth it.
His phone rang. Dean glared at it for a moment, he knew exactly who was calling and why, and for a second he was tempted to not answer. But it could always be something serious. He didn't know how, Sam was supposed to sleep in his bed a few rooms down, but the kid could be in trouble. So he did answer the phone.
"'llo?" His voice wasn't quite awake yet, just like the rest of him. At least this had woken Cas as well who blinked up at him in confusion.
"Get your ass out of bed." Sam said in his best Marine voice. "We leave in ten." With that he ended the call and Dean could only glare at the phone in his hand. He really wanted to tell his brother where he could stick that attitude but for that he would have to leave the bed.
"The bitch is bitchy." Dean muttered and kissed the top of Cas head just because it was there.
"What did he want?" Cas brought their lips together for a peck but they both kept their mouths closed, morning breath wasn't sexy at all.
"Wake up call." He sighed and dropped the phone on the nightstand. "He wants to leave in ten. He thinks he's funny."
Half an hour later they sat in the car and headed over for the diner for a quick breakfast. No way was Dean going on a camping trip on an empty stomach. And if he could come up with more excuses he would use them.
"Who in their right mind goes out for breakfast at seven in the morning?" Dean grunted at the sight of happy faces which looked way more awake than he felt. At least the coffee was good. He already had his first cup and was now nursing his second one. He was planning on two more, at least.
"Normal people." Sam answered easily. He was way too cheerful for this time of the day, too. Dean glared at him but put his attention back on his coffee. He couldn't stand Sam bouncing with energy right now. Not at seven in the morning.
"We are not normal people." Cas threw in, not affected by the early hour at all. Dean decided to not like him until noon for that.
"Guess not." Sam answered easily. "But we can pretend. We're good at pretending."
That was true but didn't make the situation any better.
At least the pancakes he'd ordered just to annoy Sam were good and the waitress had some actually useful information.
When they left the diner a bit later, the caffeine started to take effect and Dean felt actually awake.
"Where to?" He asked and started the engine. Baby purred to life, she probably didn't know that they were about to park her somewhere and leave her alone in the woods for days.
"Head west." Sam directed him out off the parking lot. "About ten miles out of town. We have to see how far we can make it with the car." He had his map out again and chewing his bottom lip he tried to find the best place to leave the car.
"If something happens to Baby while we're gone ..." Dean muttered under his breath.
"Oh, c'mon." Sam had finally enough of him bitching around. Not that he was bitching, he had manly concerns about their trip. "It's going to be fun. Just the three of us. Campfire and marshmallows, I even have graham crackers for s'mores."
"What's a s'more?" Dean and Cas asked in unison.
Chapter 28
Masterpost