Fic: Second Movement - Applying Your Knowledge (NC-17)
It can be read on its own, but this is a requested follow-up to this fic over hurr.
Title: Second Movement - Applying Your Knowledge
Author: lilchibibunny
Rating: PFFT NC17
Word Count: 4,743.
Characters/Pairing: LOL DEAN/CAS, I WRITE SO MUCH DEAN/CAS LATELY
Disclaimer: Characters to Kripke and the CW.
Spoilers: DEAN AND CAS HAVE A VERY PROFOUND BOND - lol j/k no warnings
Warnings: Wing!kink worked its way in there, per usual, but otherwise I think it's fairly normal porn.
Summary: Dean's been waiting for a while to watch Cas, and when it actually does happen he can't stop himself.
Author's Note: HAHAHA THIS HAPPENED A LONG TIME AGO FOR chica_charlie's HAPPY WEEK, and I just never posted it. (Remember, I get very nervous about posting these kind of things!) /.___.\ LOL SURPRISE HERE IT IS.
The angel is actually pretty sneaky, Dean discovers.
After seeing him being taken through his first little lesson, Dean may have been trying to catch Cas doing his thing several times. Sam has caught him in the bathroom with the lights off a couple times now, and Dean is running out of relatively believable lies.
Castiel must be kind of private about that because Dean has not caught him at all. Dean finds himself hating Gabriel, hating that stupid bitch for even coming into his room and knowing he was there and showing him something like that. Something he didn't know he wanted it until it was right there in front of his face.
It must be at least two weeks until he gets his chance again.
It's also incidentally the last time that Dean decides he's going to wait in this goddamn bathroom for something to happen. Like, sure, he actually took a shower, but he's really dragging it out and making it count. Sam has been strange like Sam has been lately, and they were in the middle of another verbal tussle when Sam got all pissed and slammed the door in Dean's face. Dean assumes that he's going out to get something to eat or research something, but when they are arguing like this, Dean doesn't see Sam for a while. If he needs him, Dean will call him, but otherwise he'll let Sam work the anger off.
Dean works it off by taking a cold shower. He actually doesn't consciously realize that he's taking a while in the bathroom until he is taking forever to brush his teeth. He's gotta stop this. Sam is going to start being super suspicious and, for that matter, so is Cas. After all, Dean Winchester is fairly perverted, and even though he doesn't really mind being perverted, there's gotta be a line between that and creepy, and Dean doesn't want to be creepy.
Of course, all thoughts escape Dean when he's toweling off his face, getting ready to get the majority of his clothes on, and he hears the rustle of clothing and suddenly he freezes. Okay. Okay. Last time he'll crack open the door and see who's there.
Oh God. It's Cas. Dean has to look at himself in the mirror for a couple minutes and blink at himself. Are you really going to do this? Are you going to watch him?
Well. He has waited all this time. He might as well, right? He looks back to the room through the small crack in the bathroom.
Cas is on the bed, looking nervous. He's taken off his trenchcoat and folded it up neatly in half, draping it over one of the chairs tucked under the table. He puts his hand on his knees, lifting his head to the ceiling and closing his eyes. A sigh rushes out, and Dean could have swears he hears his name. And then--oh God, he is going to do it, and Dean's breath is already uneven by the time Cas unzips his pants and the fact that he's a little bit nervous about it still makes Dean's head swim.
Dean imagines taking his tie off for him, kissing him when Cas tips his head back and lets out a little whispered choked sound. He imagines Cas watching him as he…Dean pauses. Why is he imagining this shit, anyway? Why doesn't he just…do it?
Jesus Christ, why doesn't he just do it?
Needless to say, Dean isn't really thinking when he swings open the bathroom door.
And it must be a goddamn fluke because the door actually swings soundlessly on the hinges and slows down before it lightly taps the wall. It does absolutely nothing to alert Cas that someone is there, and he has his eyes closed and he's lying back on the bed by this time, biting his lip and Dean almost stumbles over himself and when he catches himself on the chair and the chair skids a little to give, Cas almost bolts up, his eyes wide and ashamed. It gets worse when he looks at Dean and just blinks.
This is not going as smoothly as Dean had planned.
Especially when Cas is finally hit by the gravity of the situation a few seconds later and his eyes widen. "Cas," Dean says, and it's almost comical how fast Cas covers himself up.
"Dean, I did not know you were here," Cas says and honestly, he's doing really well for someone who just got caught by the guy he was jerking it to.
"Surprise," Dean says lamely and with no humor whatsoever, making the situation even more awkward. Holy Christ. He looks to Cas and, wait, is that..."Are you blushing?"
"I am embarrassed," Cas admits in a sullen voice. "It is natural for my body to react accordingly."
"Isn't that cute," Dean automatically coos, and Cas hisses, "Stop it." When Dean moves closer, Cas grabs his trenchcoat and holds it in front of him, about to stand up and zap out.
Dean lightly touches one shoulder. "Cas, wait."
"I think it would be best if I left," Castiel says, and yeah, he's definitely embarrassed and blushing. Just one more thing to let Dean know how human he's becoming.
"Nah, just…" Dean shrugs, and kneels down in front of Cas. He makes sure to keep eye contact to let Cas know he's not up to anything fishy. "Look, I'm sorry. Stay."
"What?" Castiel snaps, watching as Dean gently takes hold of the trenchcoat and tugs at it in hopes that Cas will let it go.
"Just stay," Dean repeats.
Cas frowns and clenches onto his coat. "No. Please remove your hands from my garment so that I may come back when it's appropriate."
"Why did you even come here, Cas?" When Castiel doesn't answer, Dean places his hands softly over Castiel's, working his fingers around the tight grip. "Y'know, there are other private places to do that."
Cas surly replies, "It's the only place I feel comfortable." He looks up to meet Dean's eyes, and he really is caught like a deer in headlights.
"I could help." And it almost makes Dean laugh, the range of emotions that pass on Castiel's face, from hope to confusion to anger.
"Stop mocking me."
"I'm not." Since Cas doesn't seem to be letting go for his coat, Dean instead takes off his shoes. (Jimmy apparently didn't put on socks, and since angels don't sweat or chafe, guess it's not a problem for Cas to not wear socks with dress shoes.) When he's gotten both of them off, Dean moves to his tie and gently starts working it loose.
"Dean, this is not amusing."
"I'm not laughing." Although it kind of is a weirdly funny situation, Dean is actually pretty serious about this. And kind of turned on. Shy Cas being all hard to get but really Dean knows Cas wants him? That kind of shit happens in romance novels and jack-off fantasies.
Dean makes a mistake of looking up at Cas. Cas who is looking at Dean with an almost painfully confused yet serious expression. "What are you doing?"
"Helping you out of your clothes." Castiel tilts his head. Dean finishes with the tie and takes it off, pulling it so it slowly comes from around his neck and falls limply on the floor.
"I am not sure what's happening." Dean does laugh at that, and Cas gives him a sour look. "Although I am not sure that laughter is the answer I'm looking for."
"Stop playing dumb," Dean says, and pushes Castiel's shoulders. Cas, still kind of shell-shocked by the whole thing, actually does fall backwards against the bed. Dean takes this opportune time to climb on the bed and onto Cas. "I know you've been thinking about me, right?"
Dean gives Cas props because he actually says in a deadpan voice, "Of course. We are in a stressful situation where I am depending on your ideas, so yes, both you and Sam are on my mind currently."
Okay, so obviously being subtle won't work here. Dean leans to Cas' side and starts to unbutton Cas' shirt when he says, "You think about me when you touch yourself." He can't help but smile when he adds, "In inappropriate ways."
Cas' cheeks actually do get a little pink. "Dean--"
"Shut up, Cas." It's said lightly, but Cas shuts his mouth closed as Dean continues. "Why didn't you want to tell me?" The last button pops free and Dean looks to Cas.
The angel frowns and looks to the side. "I was unsure of how to approach you in a manner that wouldn't put me in a vulnerable position." And that kind of makes it hit home how strange and awkward this whole thing is making Cas. "So I asked Gabriel how to handle the problem on my own and I have been dealing with it."
Dean slides Cas' shirt and jacket off his chest, looking at Castiel through his eyelashes. "Were you more scared of me not feeling the same way or just me making fun of you?" He dips his head down to trail his lips over Cas' collarbone, sighing against Castiel's skin. When Dean looks up, Cas is obviously having a hard time trying to deal with both Dean touching him and trying to have a serious conversation. It's kind of awesome to watch. "Well?"
"Both," Cas admits. His voice is a little rough, and Dean finds that's exactly the kind of tone he wants Cas to have.
"Obviously," Dean replies, and makes sure to press a palm down into the area is coat is currently covering, making Cas bite the inside of his cheek, "you're wrong on both counts."
"You haven't appeared interested before."
Dean's not going to get into the whole I've-been-stalking-the-bathroom-for-long-periods-of-time-trying-to-catch-you-jerking-off-to-me-because-it's-a-real-turn-on. "I'm here now, aren't I?" He runs a hand up Castiel's thigh, dragging the coat with him. "Let me have the coat, Cas."
With the angel death grip loose on the coat, Dean just pushes it off to the side, letting it drop to the ground. His fingers find the edge of Cas' pants, toying with the fabric and running his thumb over Castiel's hipbone. The angel hums agreement, shifting a little. Dean lets his fingers hook inside Cas' pants at the same time he sucks a kiss on Castiel's neck, shocking Cas back into the moment. "What are you doing?" he asks Dean.
"Take these off, Cas," Dean says, fingers running along the waistband of both the pants and the underwear. He's purposely avoiding the fact that Cas' pants are unzipped and he's basically ready to go. Castiel just stares at him, lips slightly parted like he wants to say something but can't. Dean grits his teeth and ignores the bulge in his boxers while he says, "Take them off."
Cas does as Dean says, and as he wriggles out of his lower half of clothing, Dean yanks down the sleeves of the jacket and the dress shirt. Castiel gets the hint and slides them off. He lays back down and looks at Dean, watches him as Dean just lets himself look at Cas.
Right now, there's just Dean's boxers on and Dean can tell Cas is aware of that. He lets his hands slide up Cas' body. "Let me, Cas."
"What?" Cas breathes. He sounds like he just got the wind knocked out of him.
Dean just lets his fingers ghost over Castiel's cock, making Cas groan and arch into his touch, obviously wanting more. "It's different, y'know. Having someone else touch you." Cas opens his mouth and Dean curls his fingers, letting his lips settle right under Castiel's jaw as the angel gasps and jolts. "I didn't think you'd make so much noise."
"I--" Castiel starts to say, and Dean's enough of an asshole to pump his hand once when Cas is talking, so instead of words it dissolves into a breathless little moan.
"Go on?"
"It's overwhelming," Cas makes out. "I have witnessed the act of copulation but never participated."
Dean laughs. "Do me a favor and don't call it copulation ever again." Cas is probably about to say yes but Dean begins a nice rhythm and Cas is just making these little hiccuping gasps whenever Dean twists his hand at the top that are distracting to both of them. Dean peppers kisses up and down his neck, and eventually his hand slows to the point where Cas is basically fucking his hand, trying to get any friction he can.
"Dean!" he shouts, and it's definitely frustrated.
"Hold on one second, Cas," because now Dean has another idea--and then Cas is grabbing his shirt and twisting his hand in the fabric.
"No. I can't hold on," and it comes out rough like before. A thrill runs right up Dean's spine; Cas' eyes are dark and desperate and begging and demanding and if Cas looks like this every time he's turned on, Dean is regretting he hasn't done this before. "Dean, please just--"
"I got you," Dean soothes, and unfortunately his tone isn't so much soothing as it is i want you right now. He speeds up his hand and Cas makes these little whimpering sounds, hips moving and it's a fucking beautiful sight, really. "Yeah," Dean finds himself saying out loud, "Come on, Cas, I got you," and then the angel beside him chokes out a cry and comes, covering Dean's hand. Dean works Cas through it, amazed at this blissful little look he's got on his face.
Maybe it's the way Cas turns his head and looks at him afterwards, but it seriously just goes right to Dean's dick and he has to close his eyes because dammit, this could turn really heavy. A handjob, pfft, sure, whatever. But Dean wants more and he knows Cas isn't an angel whore so he might not be up to it. Or, worse, he might be doing it because Dean wants to do it, whereas Dean wants Cas to want it. Dean's willing to hand out instructions if Cas wants to do it. Needless to say, Dean is actually giving this some thought so he's surprised when all of a sudden he hears, "…Is there something wrong?" and Cas sounds like he's trying really hard to be concerned but he's still riding his wave of pleasure.
Dean laughs. "No, no, everything's fine." And when he opens his eyes to look to Cas, jesus christ he's just there with his hair sticking out and his eyes bright and still breathing a little bit hard because he just came and Dean really just wants to flip him over and -- stop that. Bathroom. Make it to the bathroom and you can have all the dirty fucking fantasies you want.
And whoa, whoa, fucking hold the phone, Cas is up and has his hand on Dean's cock through his boxers and somehow Dean is managing to still hear Cas say, "No, it's not."
"Jesus, Cas," Dean manages to say, grabbing Castiel's wrist. (The name makes Castiel give Dean a small look and Dean makes a mental note not to use the Lord's name in vain in bed. Okay.)
"I can reciprocate," Cas offers, and Dean shakes his head. Cas frowns. "I don't understand."
Dean is not going to be a total dick to Cas, especially after that little scene that Dean is still replaying in his head--hips hitching up, crying Dean's name--so he says, "I want more than just a handjob, Cas." The easy way to put it.
"What do you want, Dean?" And just like that, Cas knowingly gives Dean an opening, letting his voice drop low and rumble in his chest.
Oh. Oh. Either Gabriel has given Cas more than one lesson or Cas has a really steep learning curve when it comes to sex. Maybe Dean should be a little bit of a dick and take advantage of this moment because apparently they are on the same page. He sits up, wraps his hand around Castiel's, making them both squeeze his cock, and Dean lets out a small growl. "I want to fuck you." He grabs Cas' hair with his other hand and tugs lightly. "I want to flip you over and fuck you until you scream."
"Why didn't you say that before?" Cas mentions, and he's trying to be sarcastic but it doesn't come out like that.
"I didn't want to go too fast. But if you're ready for it," and Dean lets it trail off. He can't help but grin though and ask, "Do you get off on that? The dirty talk?"
Cas may or may not be blushing, but his dick is certainly taking interest and that's enough for Dean. He gently takes Cas' hand off him, and wraps a hand around the angel's neck so they come in for a kiss. Cas is too eager for it and it gets all wet and messy and slippery.
"I don't mind that you're a slut for it," Dean murmurs against Castiel's lips. With a smirk, he adds, "Or a slut for me, either way it's cool."
"This would go easier if you were quiet," Cas mentions.
"Mm, probably," Dean agrees, taking a quick moment to slip his boxers off and get back to where he was in front of Cas before, "but you like it when I talk, don't you?" He rests two fingertips on Castiel's bottom lip. "Get these wet."
Dean loves the fact that Castiel doesn't give him a strange look or ask Dean what he's going to do, he just does. He slips the fingers in his mouth, and Dean can't help but let his eyes roll up as Castiel sucks and slips his tongue around Dean's fingers, because holy mother of God he is really good at that. "Jesus, Cas, I should of had you suck me first," he mutters, letting the words fall from his mouth. "But this is fine, my fingers in your fucking amazing mouth, getting them all wet and then I'll get you all ready and I'll screw you hard just like I know you'll like it." Dean reaches down for Cas, whose cock is still wet from the orgasm before, and strokes it. Cas moans around Dean's fingers, and the vibrations from his mouth are nothing short of goddamn delicious.
Dean lets go of Cas' dick, which is pretty hard already -- Dean's guessing there's something to do with weird angel stamina -- and lets his fingers dip further. And when he presses against Castiel's entrance, it gets a reaction. Cas reaches out and and grabs the top of Dean's shoulder. When he opens his mouth, Dean just leans over and gives him a kiss. "It's going to feel a little strange at first. But when I get there," he laughs into Castiel's mouth dirty and low and lets the sentence hang. Castiel leans forward slightly and Dean plants hard, bruising kisses on his lips while he lets one spit-shiny finger go in and oh god.
Castiel gasps into Dean's mouth and Dean lets his lips trail down to his pulse point, grinning against Cas' skin as he works his finger in slow. "Fuck, Cas," Dean says, "you are just perfect and tight, aren't you?"
"Dean," and the way he says it, it's a mixture of arousal and 'shut the fuck up'. Dean doesn't listen and works another finger in instead, making Cas actually arch his back this time, unconsciously spreading his legs just a little bit wider.
Dean has to take a few breaths. Calm down, Winchester. You know how important it is to take your time. But he also figures that angels can take a little bit of a beating, so he might go just a little tiny bit faster than he would if it were someone else. After all, Dean had the courtesy to let Cas come and he's still hard, feeling his dick bob against his skin, smearing precome over his stomach.
When Dean finds that spot, he gets rewarded with a perfectly obscene noise that works its way out of Castiel's throat as the angel rocks his hips hard into Dean's hand. "You like that, Cas?" Dean murmurs, and damn if he can't stop talking.
But Cas doesn't seem to mind because he stammers, "Again," and Dean's cock jumps painfully as Dean works his fingers over that spot just like Cas asked, closing his eyes because if he watches Cas struggle to push up against him for more he's probably going to blow. Jesus.
"You want more?" Dean asks, and when did his voice get so broken? Hell, he has hardly even touched himself.
"Yes," Cas hisses, continuing to roll his hips, and Dean has to hold him down.
"Cas, Cas, stop," he has to say, and Dean brings his head up and takes his hand away. Cas actually growls and grabs Dean's hair roughly and Dean's being kissed and his hand is being grabbed and Dean says, "Turn over, turn over, Cas, turn over," repeats it into his mouth over and over, "I need you to turn over," spoken into wet kisses and Dean wants to come so bad, wants to let that pretty little mouth of Cas' down and wrap around him--
Dean promises more and Cas finally turns over. Dean forces himself to use a little spit to lube himself up, groans as he lightly smears the precome that has gathered again around the head. And then he's lined up and shaking because he has to go in so slowly and there really needs to be more lube. He holds Castiel's hips and eases in. Oh.
Castiel's neck tips up, and Dean really wishes he could see his face. "Dean," he groans and it really is a fucking chore to have to go so slow. "Please," Cas says and a horrible sound works its way out of Dean's throat as he keeps up his steady pace.
When he finally settles all the way in, Dean drapes himself over Cas, already panting into the back of Castiel's neck. He wraps an arm around Cas' middle, bringing himself up and resting his forehead in the middle of Castiel's shoulder blades. It makes Cas jump in a weird way, and he presses back urgently against Dean. "Move," Cas rasps, and Dean snaps his hips hard, forcing a moan out of both of them.
Dean leans up, letting his hands skitter over Castiel's back and then bringing them back, dragging his fingers hard over the skin. He hears the sheet under them rip as Castiel balls his hands into the fabric and tears it. "You like that, Cas? Like when I do that?" When Dean kneads his fingers into Castiel's shoulder blades, he gets a full-body shiver and a broken yes Dean.
"This is where your wings are?"
Castiel just nods, his body a never-ending torrent of movement. Trying to arch his back up, trying to push harder into Dean.
He takes a handful of Cas' hair and tugs back lightly so his neck is exposed and pretty and Dean can't help it when he finds himself thrusting hard a couple times in the angel at the sight. Cas lets out a low rough noise in response. "Take out your wings, Cas."
"Dean--" Cas says, and he sounds wrecked.
"Cas, lemme see them," Dean says, almost slurring his words.
With a whimper underneath him, Cas stills for a moment. Dean's about to ask him what's wrong when suddenly there's feathers all around him, brushing against his face and torso and holy shit, they are
huge. When Dean buries his face in one of the wings, the angel beneath him lets out an obscene moan.
They look like feathers, but they feel like something else. When Dean hooks his fingers onto a bunch of them, tingles run up and down his arm. Cas shouts out in pleasure and his feathers ruffle around Dean, tingling his skin wherever they touch his body.
Dean's fingers dig underneath the feathers to the flesh of the wing and Castiel thrashes underneath him, babbling in what must be Enochian. He chokes out Dean's name, and honestly Dean could get used to his name being said in that fucked out way.
The base of the wings are thick and strong, so Dean grabs them and pulls Castiel up, lifting Cas' chest from the bed. "Cas," Dean growls into the angel's shoulder. Castiel is gone, lost in the feeling, keening as the wings rustle and shake.
"Dean, now," he says, and instead of pleading like Dean expected him to, Castiel's voice is rough and demanding and that kind of turns Dean on a little more.
"Say please," Dean hisses, taking the power back by yanking his wings a little. A shudder runs through the feathers, and it's by far the weirdest and coolest thing Dean has ever seen.
"Please," Castiel gasps out.
"Say it like you mean it," and Dean presses his fingers harder against the wings.
"Dean, please," and that's when Dean thrusts hard again and again and again, wrapping one arm around Cas' middle again, letting his mouth bite into the soft feathers (although it doesn't feel like feathers in his mouth, it feels like electricity), and he reaches around with his free hand to jerk Cas roughly, once, twice.
Cas actually does scream when he comes, feathers spread out and straining, the tips almost reaching the sides of the room. His whole body tenses around Dean, and that prompts Dean to finally le go, hips stuttering, holding them close together as he muffles his own shout against Castiel.
They're both panting, Castiel's wings lightly hanging on either side of them. Dean sighs into the back of Cas' neck, and Cas lifts his face upwards, mirroring Dean's sigh with his own.
Holy shit.
Dean gently lets Cas go, slipping out with a wince, and the angel lets himself lean to the side, wings limp and falling over the one side of the bed. Dean does not lay down as gracefully, and tumbles on his back, head hitting the pillow and sinking in. "Fuck," he breathes.
Cas looks over to Dean, and he's obviously a little tired. Goddamn right he better be tired. "Was that…acceptable?"
Dean stares at Cas for a minute before letting out a weak chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah, Cas."
"Thank you, Dean," and it's such a weird thing for Dean to hear that said in a very honest, earnest way. "I wasn't sure how to approach you," he repeats from before.
"Next time I'll teach you that," Dean says with a lazy smile.
"Next time," Cas says, and it's calculated to sound low and seductive and damn, Dean's angel has a great learning curve, "I get to have you."
Dean chuckles and gives his head one small shake. "Cas, I'm not…I don't really take it, I give it."
Cas raises an eyebrow and then before Dean can properly process it, Cas is crawling over him and he's got a lapful of angel. He starts to sit up, but Cas holds him down. "You forget that I rebuilt your body," he murmurs, letting his hands run down Dean's sides, "and that I know what you want." His fingers brush over the raised skin of the handprint on Dean's shoulder, and suddenly a rush of arousal runs right through Dean's body, making Dean whimper as his still-oversensitive cock twitches.
"Cas," he growls, digging his fingers into the angel's thighs, and Cas, the little bitch he is, just chuckles.
"Have I learned well?" He brings his wings forward to cover Dean, to skim over Dean's skin, the wing tips brushing over Dean's handprint again and both of them jolt this time. Jesus fucking Christ, Dean isn't nearly ready to go yet, but Cas keeps fucking teasing him.
"Too well," Dean says a little too fast, and Cas hums in approval, leaning down to brush his lips over Dean's.
"I am excited to get to do the talking next time," the angel replies, and Dean reaches up and tangles his fingers in Castiel's hair, pulling him down for a deeper kiss, sucking Cas' lip into his mouth for a couple seconds before rumbling, "There's a thing we call refectory periods, Cas, and I need mine right now."
"Yes, Dean." And then Castiel's wings are gone and he moves off of Dean's lap and to the side, sighing as he rests against the pillow.
Dean rolls over on his side and presses his lips against Cas' ear. "I want the wings again next time. And I want you to keep saying my name."
"Yes, Dean," Cas repeats, and there's already a hard edge on his voice.
Okay, Dean should have started this a long time ago.
Title: Second Movement - Applying Your Knowledge
Author: lilchibibunny
Rating: PFFT NC17
Word Count: 4,743.
Characters/Pairing: LOL DEAN/CAS, I WRITE SO MUCH DEAN/CAS LATELY
Disclaimer: Characters to Kripke and the CW.
Spoilers: DEAN AND CAS HAVE A VERY PROFOUND BOND - lol j/k no warnings
Warnings: Wing!kink worked its way in there, per usual, but otherwise I think it's fairly normal porn.
Summary: Dean's been waiting for a while to watch Cas, and when it actually does happen he can't stop himself.
Author's Note: HAHAHA THIS HAPPENED A LONG TIME AGO FOR chica_charlie's HAPPY WEEK, and I just never posted it. (Remember, I get very nervous about posting these kind of things!) /.___.\ LOL SURPRISE HERE IT IS.
The angel is actually pretty sneaky, Dean discovers.
After seeing him being taken through his first little lesson, Dean may have been trying to catch Cas doing his thing several times. Sam has caught him in the bathroom with the lights off a couple times now, and Dean is running out of relatively believable lies.
Castiel must be kind of private about that because Dean has not caught him at all. Dean finds himself hating Gabriel, hating that stupid bitch for even coming into his room and knowing he was there and showing him something like that. Something he didn't know he wanted it until it was right there in front of his face.
It must be at least two weeks until he gets his chance again.
It's also incidentally the last time that Dean decides he's going to wait in this goddamn bathroom for something to happen. Like, sure, he actually took a shower, but he's really dragging it out and making it count. Sam has been strange like Sam has been lately, and they were in the middle of another verbal tussle when Sam got all pissed and slammed the door in Dean's face. Dean assumes that he's going out to get something to eat or research something, but when they are arguing like this, Dean doesn't see Sam for a while. If he needs him, Dean will call him, but otherwise he'll let Sam work the anger off.
Dean works it off by taking a cold shower. He actually doesn't consciously realize that he's taking a while in the bathroom until he is taking forever to brush his teeth. He's gotta stop this. Sam is going to start being super suspicious and, for that matter, so is Cas. After all, Dean Winchester is fairly perverted, and even though he doesn't really mind being perverted, there's gotta be a line between that and creepy, and Dean doesn't want to be creepy.
Of course, all thoughts escape Dean when he's toweling off his face, getting ready to get the majority of his clothes on, and he hears the rustle of clothing and suddenly he freezes. Okay. Okay. Last time he'll crack open the door and see who's there.
Oh God. It's Cas. Dean has to look at himself in the mirror for a couple minutes and blink at himself. Are you really going to do this? Are you going to watch him?
Well. He has waited all this time. He might as well, right? He looks back to the room through the small crack in the bathroom.
Cas is on the bed, looking nervous. He's taken off his trenchcoat and folded it up neatly in half, draping it over one of the chairs tucked under the table. He puts his hand on his knees, lifting his head to the ceiling and closing his eyes. A sigh rushes out, and Dean could have swears he hears his name. And then--oh God, he is going to do it, and Dean's breath is already uneven by the time Cas unzips his pants and the fact that he's a little bit nervous about it still makes Dean's head swim.
Dean imagines taking his tie off for him, kissing him when Cas tips his head back and lets out a little whispered choked sound. He imagines Cas watching him as he…Dean pauses. Why is he imagining this shit, anyway? Why doesn't he just…do it?
Jesus Christ, why doesn't he just do it?
Needless to say, Dean isn't really thinking when he swings open the bathroom door.
And it must be a goddamn fluke because the door actually swings soundlessly on the hinges and slows down before it lightly taps the wall. It does absolutely nothing to alert Cas that someone is there, and he has his eyes closed and he's lying back on the bed by this time, biting his lip and Dean almost stumbles over himself and when he catches himself on the chair and the chair skids a little to give, Cas almost bolts up, his eyes wide and ashamed. It gets worse when he looks at Dean and just blinks.
This is not going as smoothly as Dean had planned.
Especially when Cas is finally hit by the gravity of the situation a few seconds later and his eyes widen. "Cas," Dean says, and it's almost comical how fast Cas covers himself up.
"Dean, I did not know you were here," Cas says and honestly, he's doing really well for someone who just got caught by the guy he was jerking it to.
"Surprise," Dean says lamely and with no humor whatsoever, making the situation even more awkward. Holy Christ. He looks to Cas and, wait, is that..."Are you blushing?"
"I am embarrassed," Cas admits in a sullen voice. "It is natural for my body to react accordingly."
"Isn't that cute," Dean automatically coos, and Cas hisses, "Stop it." When Dean moves closer, Cas grabs his trenchcoat and holds it in front of him, about to stand up and zap out.
Dean lightly touches one shoulder. "Cas, wait."
"I think it would be best if I left," Castiel says, and yeah, he's definitely embarrassed and blushing. Just one more thing to let Dean know how human he's becoming.
"Nah, just…" Dean shrugs, and kneels down in front of Cas. He makes sure to keep eye contact to let Cas know he's not up to anything fishy. "Look, I'm sorry. Stay."
"What?" Castiel snaps, watching as Dean gently takes hold of the trenchcoat and tugs at it in hopes that Cas will let it go.
"Just stay," Dean repeats.
Cas frowns and clenches onto his coat. "No. Please remove your hands from my garment so that I may come back when it's appropriate."
"Why did you even come here, Cas?" When Castiel doesn't answer, Dean places his hands softly over Castiel's, working his fingers around the tight grip. "Y'know, there are other private places to do that."
Cas surly replies, "It's the only place I feel comfortable." He looks up to meet Dean's eyes, and he really is caught like a deer in headlights.
"I could help." And it almost makes Dean laugh, the range of emotions that pass on Castiel's face, from hope to confusion to anger.
"Stop mocking me."
"I'm not." Since Cas doesn't seem to be letting go for his coat, Dean instead takes off his shoes. (Jimmy apparently didn't put on socks, and since angels don't sweat or chafe, guess it's not a problem for Cas to not wear socks with dress shoes.) When he's gotten both of them off, Dean moves to his tie and gently starts working it loose.
"Dean, this is not amusing."
"I'm not laughing." Although it kind of is a weirdly funny situation, Dean is actually pretty serious about this. And kind of turned on. Shy Cas being all hard to get but really Dean knows Cas wants him? That kind of shit happens in romance novels and jack-off fantasies.
Dean makes a mistake of looking up at Cas. Cas who is looking at Dean with an almost painfully confused yet serious expression. "What are you doing?"
"Helping you out of your clothes." Castiel tilts his head. Dean finishes with the tie and takes it off, pulling it so it slowly comes from around his neck and falls limply on the floor.
"I am not sure what's happening." Dean does laugh at that, and Cas gives him a sour look. "Although I am not sure that laughter is the answer I'm looking for."
"Stop playing dumb," Dean says, and pushes Castiel's shoulders. Cas, still kind of shell-shocked by the whole thing, actually does fall backwards against the bed. Dean takes this opportune time to climb on the bed and onto Cas. "I know you've been thinking about me, right?"
Dean gives Cas props because he actually says in a deadpan voice, "Of course. We are in a stressful situation where I am depending on your ideas, so yes, both you and Sam are on my mind currently."
Okay, so obviously being subtle won't work here. Dean leans to Cas' side and starts to unbutton Cas' shirt when he says, "You think about me when you touch yourself." He can't help but smile when he adds, "In inappropriate ways."
Cas' cheeks actually do get a little pink. "Dean--"
"Shut up, Cas." It's said lightly, but Cas shuts his mouth closed as Dean continues. "Why didn't you want to tell me?" The last button pops free and Dean looks to Cas.
The angel frowns and looks to the side. "I was unsure of how to approach you in a manner that wouldn't put me in a vulnerable position." And that kind of makes it hit home how strange and awkward this whole thing is making Cas. "So I asked Gabriel how to handle the problem on my own and I have been dealing with it."
Dean slides Cas' shirt and jacket off his chest, looking at Castiel through his eyelashes. "Were you more scared of me not feeling the same way or just me making fun of you?" He dips his head down to trail his lips over Cas' collarbone, sighing against Castiel's skin. When Dean looks up, Cas is obviously having a hard time trying to deal with both Dean touching him and trying to have a serious conversation. It's kind of awesome to watch. "Well?"
"Both," Cas admits. His voice is a little rough, and Dean finds that's exactly the kind of tone he wants Cas to have.
"Obviously," Dean replies, and makes sure to press a palm down into the area is coat is currently covering, making Cas bite the inside of his cheek, "you're wrong on both counts."
"You haven't appeared interested before."
Dean's not going to get into the whole I've-been-stalking-the-bathroom-for-long-periods-of-time-trying-to-catch-you-jerking-off-to-me-because-it's-a-real-turn-on. "I'm here now, aren't I?" He runs a hand up Castiel's thigh, dragging the coat with him. "Let me have the coat, Cas."
With the angel death grip loose on the coat, Dean just pushes it off to the side, letting it drop to the ground. His fingers find the edge of Cas' pants, toying with the fabric and running his thumb over Castiel's hipbone. The angel hums agreement, shifting a little. Dean lets his fingers hook inside Cas' pants at the same time he sucks a kiss on Castiel's neck, shocking Cas back into the moment. "What are you doing?" he asks Dean.
"Take these off, Cas," Dean says, fingers running along the waistband of both the pants and the underwear. He's purposely avoiding the fact that Cas' pants are unzipped and he's basically ready to go. Castiel just stares at him, lips slightly parted like he wants to say something but can't. Dean grits his teeth and ignores the bulge in his boxers while he says, "Take them off."
Cas does as Dean says, and as he wriggles out of his lower half of clothing, Dean yanks down the sleeves of the jacket and the dress shirt. Castiel gets the hint and slides them off. He lays back down and looks at Dean, watches him as Dean just lets himself look at Cas.
Right now, there's just Dean's boxers on and Dean can tell Cas is aware of that. He lets his hands slide up Cas' body. "Let me, Cas."
"What?" Cas breathes. He sounds like he just got the wind knocked out of him.
Dean just lets his fingers ghost over Castiel's cock, making Cas groan and arch into his touch, obviously wanting more. "It's different, y'know. Having someone else touch you." Cas opens his mouth and Dean curls his fingers, letting his lips settle right under Castiel's jaw as the angel gasps and jolts. "I didn't think you'd make so much noise."
"I--" Castiel starts to say, and Dean's enough of an asshole to pump his hand once when Cas is talking, so instead of words it dissolves into a breathless little moan.
"Go on?"
"It's overwhelming," Cas makes out. "I have witnessed the act of copulation but never participated."
Dean laughs. "Do me a favor and don't call it copulation ever again." Cas is probably about to say yes but Dean begins a nice rhythm and Cas is just making these little hiccuping gasps whenever Dean twists his hand at the top that are distracting to both of them. Dean peppers kisses up and down his neck, and eventually his hand slows to the point where Cas is basically fucking his hand, trying to get any friction he can.
"Dean!" he shouts, and it's definitely frustrated.
"Hold on one second, Cas," because now Dean has another idea--and then Cas is grabbing his shirt and twisting his hand in the fabric.
"No. I can't hold on," and it comes out rough like before. A thrill runs right up Dean's spine; Cas' eyes are dark and desperate and begging and demanding and if Cas looks like this every time he's turned on, Dean is regretting he hasn't done this before. "Dean, please just--"
"I got you," Dean soothes, and unfortunately his tone isn't so much soothing as it is i want you right now. He speeds up his hand and Cas makes these little whimpering sounds, hips moving and it's a fucking beautiful sight, really. "Yeah," Dean finds himself saying out loud, "Come on, Cas, I got you," and then the angel beside him chokes out a cry and comes, covering Dean's hand. Dean works Cas through it, amazed at this blissful little look he's got on his face.
Maybe it's the way Cas turns his head and looks at him afterwards, but it seriously just goes right to Dean's dick and he has to close his eyes because dammit, this could turn really heavy. A handjob, pfft, sure, whatever. But Dean wants more and he knows Cas isn't an angel whore so he might not be up to it. Or, worse, he might be doing it because Dean wants to do it, whereas Dean wants Cas to want it. Dean's willing to hand out instructions if Cas wants to do it. Needless to say, Dean is actually giving this some thought so he's surprised when all of a sudden he hears, "…Is there something wrong?" and Cas sounds like he's trying really hard to be concerned but he's still riding his wave of pleasure.
Dean laughs. "No, no, everything's fine." And when he opens his eyes to look to Cas, jesus christ he's just there with his hair sticking out and his eyes bright and still breathing a little bit hard because he just came and Dean really just wants to flip him over and -- stop that. Bathroom. Make it to the bathroom and you can have all the dirty fucking fantasies you want.
And whoa, whoa, fucking hold the phone, Cas is up and has his hand on Dean's cock through his boxers and somehow Dean is managing to still hear Cas say, "No, it's not."
"Jesus, Cas," Dean manages to say, grabbing Castiel's wrist. (The name makes Castiel give Dean a small look and Dean makes a mental note not to use the Lord's name in vain in bed. Okay.)
"I can reciprocate," Cas offers, and Dean shakes his head. Cas frowns. "I don't understand."
Dean is not going to be a total dick to Cas, especially after that little scene that Dean is still replaying in his head--hips hitching up, crying Dean's name--so he says, "I want more than just a handjob, Cas." The easy way to put it.
"What do you want, Dean?" And just like that, Cas knowingly gives Dean an opening, letting his voice drop low and rumble in his chest.
Oh. Oh. Either Gabriel has given Cas more than one lesson or Cas has a really steep learning curve when it comes to sex. Maybe Dean should be a little bit of a dick and take advantage of this moment because apparently they are on the same page. He sits up, wraps his hand around Castiel's, making them both squeeze his cock, and Dean lets out a small growl. "I want to fuck you." He grabs Cas' hair with his other hand and tugs lightly. "I want to flip you over and fuck you until you scream."
"Why didn't you say that before?" Cas mentions, and he's trying to be sarcastic but it doesn't come out like that.
"I didn't want to go too fast. But if you're ready for it," and Dean lets it trail off. He can't help but grin though and ask, "Do you get off on that? The dirty talk?"
Cas may or may not be blushing, but his dick is certainly taking interest and that's enough for Dean. He gently takes Cas' hand off him, and wraps a hand around the angel's neck so they come in for a kiss. Cas is too eager for it and it gets all wet and messy and slippery.
"I don't mind that you're a slut for it," Dean murmurs against Castiel's lips. With a smirk, he adds, "Or a slut for me, either way it's cool."
"This would go easier if you were quiet," Cas mentions.
"Mm, probably," Dean agrees, taking a quick moment to slip his boxers off and get back to where he was in front of Cas before, "but you like it when I talk, don't you?" He rests two fingertips on Castiel's bottom lip. "Get these wet."
Dean loves the fact that Castiel doesn't give him a strange look or ask Dean what he's going to do, he just does. He slips the fingers in his mouth, and Dean can't help but let his eyes roll up as Castiel sucks and slips his tongue around Dean's fingers, because holy mother of God he is really good at that. "Jesus, Cas, I should of had you suck me first," he mutters, letting the words fall from his mouth. "But this is fine, my fingers in your fucking amazing mouth, getting them all wet and then I'll get you all ready and I'll screw you hard just like I know you'll like it." Dean reaches down for Cas, whose cock is still wet from the orgasm before, and strokes it. Cas moans around Dean's fingers, and the vibrations from his mouth are nothing short of goddamn delicious.
Dean lets go of Cas' dick, which is pretty hard already -- Dean's guessing there's something to do with weird angel stamina -- and lets his fingers dip further. And when he presses against Castiel's entrance, it gets a reaction. Cas reaches out and and grabs the top of Dean's shoulder. When he opens his mouth, Dean just leans over and gives him a kiss. "It's going to feel a little strange at first. But when I get there," he laughs into Castiel's mouth dirty and low and lets the sentence hang. Castiel leans forward slightly and Dean plants hard, bruising kisses on his lips while he lets one spit-shiny finger go in and oh god.
Castiel gasps into Dean's mouth and Dean lets his lips trail down to his pulse point, grinning against Cas' skin as he works his finger in slow. "Fuck, Cas," Dean says, "you are just perfect and tight, aren't you?"
"Dean," and the way he says it, it's a mixture of arousal and 'shut the fuck up'. Dean doesn't listen and works another finger in instead, making Cas actually arch his back this time, unconsciously spreading his legs just a little bit wider.
Dean has to take a few breaths. Calm down, Winchester. You know how important it is to take your time. But he also figures that angels can take a little bit of a beating, so he might go just a little tiny bit faster than he would if it were someone else. After all, Dean had the courtesy to let Cas come and he's still hard, feeling his dick bob against his skin, smearing precome over his stomach.
When Dean finds that spot, he gets rewarded with a perfectly obscene noise that works its way out of Castiel's throat as the angel rocks his hips hard into Dean's hand. "You like that, Cas?" Dean murmurs, and damn if he can't stop talking.
But Cas doesn't seem to mind because he stammers, "Again," and Dean's cock jumps painfully as Dean works his fingers over that spot just like Cas asked, closing his eyes because if he watches Cas struggle to push up against him for more he's probably going to blow. Jesus.
"You want more?" Dean asks, and when did his voice get so broken? Hell, he has hardly even touched himself.
"Yes," Cas hisses, continuing to roll his hips, and Dean has to hold him down.
"Cas, Cas, stop," he has to say, and Dean brings his head up and takes his hand away. Cas actually growls and grabs Dean's hair roughly and Dean's being kissed and his hand is being grabbed and Dean says, "Turn over, turn over, Cas, turn over," repeats it into his mouth over and over, "I need you to turn over," spoken into wet kisses and Dean wants to come so bad, wants to let that pretty little mouth of Cas' down and wrap around him--
Dean promises more and Cas finally turns over. Dean forces himself to use a little spit to lube himself up, groans as he lightly smears the precome that has gathered again around the head. And then he's lined up and shaking because he has to go in so slowly and there really needs to be more lube. He holds Castiel's hips and eases in. Oh.
Castiel's neck tips up, and Dean really wishes he could see his face. "Dean," he groans and it really is a fucking chore to have to go so slow. "Please," Cas says and a horrible sound works its way out of Dean's throat as he keeps up his steady pace.
When he finally settles all the way in, Dean drapes himself over Cas, already panting into the back of Castiel's neck. He wraps an arm around Cas' middle, bringing himself up and resting his forehead in the middle of Castiel's shoulder blades. It makes Cas jump in a weird way, and he presses back urgently against Dean. "Move," Cas rasps, and Dean snaps his hips hard, forcing a moan out of both of them.
Dean leans up, letting his hands skitter over Castiel's back and then bringing them back, dragging his fingers hard over the skin. He hears the sheet under them rip as Castiel balls his hands into the fabric and tears it. "You like that, Cas? Like when I do that?" When Dean kneads his fingers into Castiel's shoulder blades, he gets a full-body shiver and a broken yes Dean.
"This is where your wings are?"
Castiel just nods, his body a never-ending torrent of movement. Trying to arch his back up, trying to push harder into Dean.
He takes a handful of Cas' hair and tugs back lightly so his neck is exposed and pretty and Dean can't help it when he finds himself thrusting hard a couple times in the angel at the sight. Cas lets out a low rough noise in response. "Take out your wings, Cas."
"Dean--" Cas says, and he sounds wrecked.
"Cas, lemme see them," Dean says, almost slurring his words.
With a whimper underneath him, Cas stills for a moment. Dean's about to ask him what's wrong when suddenly there's feathers all around him, brushing against his face and torso and holy shit, they are
huge. When Dean buries his face in one of the wings, the angel beneath him lets out an obscene moan.
They look like feathers, but they feel like something else. When Dean hooks his fingers onto a bunch of them, tingles run up and down his arm. Cas shouts out in pleasure and his feathers ruffle around Dean, tingling his skin wherever they touch his body.
Dean's fingers dig underneath the feathers to the flesh of the wing and Castiel thrashes underneath him, babbling in what must be Enochian. He chokes out Dean's name, and honestly Dean could get used to his name being said in that fucked out way.
The base of the wings are thick and strong, so Dean grabs them and pulls Castiel up, lifting Cas' chest from the bed. "Cas," Dean growls into the angel's shoulder. Castiel is gone, lost in the feeling, keening as the wings rustle and shake.
"Dean, now," he says, and instead of pleading like Dean expected him to, Castiel's voice is rough and demanding and that kind of turns Dean on a little more.
"Say please," Dean hisses, taking the power back by yanking his wings a little. A shudder runs through the feathers, and it's by far the weirdest and coolest thing Dean has ever seen.
"Please," Castiel gasps out.
"Say it like you mean it," and Dean presses his fingers harder against the wings.
"Dean, please," and that's when Dean thrusts hard again and again and again, wrapping one arm around Cas' middle again, letting his mouth bite into the soft feathers (although it doesn't feel like feathers in his mouth, it feels like electricity), and he reaches around with his free hand to jerk Cas roughly, once, twice.
Cas actually does scream when he comes, feathers spread out and straining, the tips almost reaching the sides of the room. His whole body tenses around Dean, and that prompts Dean to finally le go, hips stuttering, holding them close together as he muffles his own shout against Castiel.
They're both panting, Castiel's wings lightly hanging on either side of them. Dean sighs into the back of Cas' neck, and Cas lifts his face upwards, mirroring Dean's sigh with his own.
Holy shit.
Dean gently lets Cas go, slipping out with a wince, and the angel lets himself lean to the side, wings limp and falling over the one side of the bed. Dean does not lay down as gracefully, and tumbles on his back, head hitting the pillow and sinking in. "Fuck," he breathes.
Cas looks over to Dean, and he's obviously a little tired. Goddamn right he better be tired. "Was that…acceptable?"
Dean stares at Cas for a minute before letting out a weak chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah, Cas."
"Thank you, Dean," and it's such a weird thing for Dean to hear that said in a very honest, earnest way. "I wasn't sure how to approach you," he repeats from before.
"Next time I'll teach you that," Dean says with a lazy smile.
"Next time," Cas says, and it's calculated to sound low and seductive and damn, Dean's angel has a great learning curve, "I get to have you."
Dean chuckles and gives his head one small shake. "Cas, I'm not…I don't really take it, I give it."
Cas raises an eyebrow and then before Dean can properly process it, Cas is crawling over him and he's got a lapful of angel. He starts to sit up, but Cas holds him down. "You forget that I rebuilt your body," he murmurs, letting his hands run down Dean's sides, "and that I know what you want." His fingers brush over the raised skin of the handprint on Dean's shoulder, and suddenly a rush of arousal runs right through Dean's body, making Dean whimper as his still-oversensitive cock twitches.
"Cas," he growls, digging his fingers into the angel's thighs, and Cas, the little bitch he is, just chuckles.
"Have I learned well?" He brings his wings forward to cover Dean, to skim over Dean's skin, the wing tips brushing over Dean's handprint again and both of them jolt this time. Jesus fucking Christ, Dean isn't nearly ready to go yet, but Cas keeps fucking teasing him.
"Too well," Dean says a little too fast, and Cas hums in approval, leaning down to brush his lips over Dean's.
"I am excited to get to do the talking next time," the angel replies, and Dean reaches up and tangles his fingers in Castiel's hair, pulling him down for a deeper kiss, sucking Cas' lip into his mouth for a couple seconds before rumbling, "There's a thing we call refectory periods, Cas, and I need mine right now."
"Yes, Dean." And then Castiel's wings are gone and he moves off of Dean's lap and to the side, sighing as he rests against the pillow.
Dean rolls over on his side and presses his lips against Cas' ear. "I want the wings again next time. And I want you to keep saying my name."
"Yes, Dean," Cas repeats, and there's already a hard edge on his voice.
Okay, Dean should have started this a long time ago.