Missing Pictures 4/?
Title: Missing Pictures 4/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings and Characters: Dean/Castiel, Mary
Spoilers/Warnings: none i can think of
Word Count: ~3,500 (this chapter)
Summary: A car accident leaves Dean and Castiel in bad shape, but when Castiel wakes up three months later with no memory of his life, Dean has to adjust and decide how much to tell Castiel and how much to leave him to learn again.
Notes: Sorry this took a little longer than normal. I had some sudden medical issues come up and I'll have to deal with them for the next month or two most likely. I'm still writing obviously, but it might not be as quick with each update because I kinda feel like death right now.
Previous
Dean got back from his interview to find Castiel sitting on the counter with a cup of coffee. His hair was a disheveled mess and he looked half-asleep. Dean smiled. “Hey, how does that hangover feel?”
Castiel blinked slowly. “Like I got hit in the face with a bat.” His voice was scratchy from sleep.
“Sounds about right.” He walked into the small kitchen. “You know, that happened to you once, hit with a bat.” Castiel gave him a confused look. “You were on the baseball team, we both were.”
“Oh,” Castiel thought about that scenario, “really?” Dean nodded. “Was I the catcher?” He didn’t know how else that could happen very easily.
“Yeah.” Dean poured himself a cup of coffee. “So, I was thinking, we could go on a little trip this afternoon, if you’re up to it?”
“Trip?”
Dean could hear the hesitance in his voice. “If you’d rather stay in and rest, we can.”
“What kind of trip?”
“I was thinking about going to my parents’ house and showing you our tree house.”
“Oh,” Castiel looked at his coffee. He felt like crap but he also really wanted to go.
“We can wait until you feel better. It’s not a big deal.”
“No, I’m fine.” He smiled at Dean. “We can go.”
“Really? I don’t want to make you miserable.”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Okay.” Dean took a drink of his coffee. “So, what do you remember from last night?”
“Ugh,” Castiel closed his eyes, “I remember the bar, dancing with you, and throwing up a lot.” He looked as Dean seemed to almost look relieved. “And I seem to recall us sharing a pretty hot and heavy kiss before I threw up and ruined it.”
Dean nodded. “You still glad that happened?”
“Yes.” Dean had sounded worried. “I want to kiss you right now.” He smiled as Dean blushed slightly and bowed his head. “Were you hoping I would forget?” Dean looked back up at him. “Do you want me to forget?”
Dean shook his head. “Never.”
“Good.”
That afternoon, they pulled into their childhood home. Mary greeted them at the door with a hug. She led them to the kitchen where she was making a couple sandwiches for them. Dean tried to tell her not to worry about it, but she insisted they eat, ever the mother. Once they had eaten, they stood to walk to the backyard.
“Dean,” Mary put a hand on his arm as Castiel left the kitchen, “how is everything between you two?”
“We’re good, mom.” He smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry.”
She smiled and held his hand briefly. “Good. You know I just want you to be happy.”
“I know.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, mom.”
Dean found Castiel outside standing under the tree house. He stood next to him and motioned forward to the small wooden pieces in the tree meant for climbing. “You first.”
Castiel climbed up with only a couple small slips. The small house was really just one big room with a window and a box in one corner. A couple old movie and band posters were taped on the walls. Castiel couldn’t stand in the short room without having to bend over, so he slid to the side and sat while Dean climbed up.
Dean made his way up the ladder easily and sat beside Castiel. He let the other man look around the room before telling him anything. Dean hadn’t been up here in years. He couldn’t believe all the posters were still up. They had helped his dad build it over the summer as teens. He remembered that summer fondly.
“So, this is where we spent all our free time in high school?” Castiel ran a hand along the floorboards, wondering which of them had nailed this one in place.
“Yeah,” Dean laughed, “we didn’t have a lot of spare money then. Eventually, we ran an extension cord out here and hooked up a little TV to watch movies and play games.” Dean smiled as he thought of all the nights they had ended up falling asleep there and woken up to an angry Mary telling them to clean up for school and to stop making her think they had been kidnapped.
“It’s surprisingly quiet for being outside.” Castiel moved to lay back and look out the window.
“It is.” Dean listened and didn’t hear anything except the wind. He looked at Castiel relaxing next to him and debated whether or not to tell him about why they had started spending so much in the tree house. It hadn’t been just because they helped build it and were proud.
“We’ve had our own place for a long time, huh?” Castiel smiled up at him.
“Yeah, I guess we have.” Dean looked away from Castiel, shifting to sit closer but facing the other direction. “You know, when your parents died, we couldn’t get you out of here.” He heard Castiel shift behind him. “You sat up here all day and night for days. You wouldn’t talk to anyone, barely ate, and you wouldn’t move.” Castiel sat up. “I would bring you food and talk endlessly about whatever crossed my mind, hoping one day you would respond.” He looked at his hands, feeling the sadness again of watching his best friend being so completely devastated by his parents’ deaths.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Dean.” Castiel put a hand on his shoulder. “That must’ve been awful, and now you had to almost do the same thing again in the hospital.” He pulled his hand back. He had seemed to cause so much pain to Dean. How much more could he go through before Castiel was too much trouble?
“It was,” he turned to face Castiel, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it every time.” He took Castiel’s hands. “You’re my family, always have been, and I will never just give up on you, especially when you need me the most.”
Castiel’s heart swelled and he smiled. “You’re amazing.”
Dean laughed. “Yeah, that’s me.” He let go of Castiel’s hands. “I’m actually glad you don’t have to remember what that was like. I would never wish that pain on anyone.”
Castiel nodded. “Tell me about something better, then. Tell me about our first kiss.”
Dean shook his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I would rather you remember our new first kiss. It’s better anyway.”
“Come on.” Castiel pouted. “Please?”
“No, Cas,” he looked out the window behind Castiel, “it’s complicated.”
“Why, were we drunk then too?”
“No.” Dean sighed. “We were in high school and it was sudden and…complicated.”
“How? Explain it to me.”
“Cas, you’ve been my best friend since grade school. You’ve been a part of my family since before your parents died and I was always close to you. It wasn’t until later in high school that I started to want more and that thought scared me. It wasn’t about maybe not being completely straight, but more of what would happen to our relationship if the feeling wasn’t mutual.” He kept his eyes down as he continued.
“We were both dating other people at the time. You were helping me with my math homework and I couldn’t stop myself. I kissed you and you freaked out.”
“I did?” Dean nodded. “Why?”
“Because, like I said, we were seeing other people at the time. I felt bad when I thought about it later and then everything was awkward for a while. Then, you kissed me and everything was crazy again. We just never got the timing right back then.”
“Oh, I see.” Castiel had thought their relationship had been some kind of fairytale. They grew up together, slowly falling in love and then had that clarifying kiss that cemented their life together. Reality, of course, was never like that. “So, we didn’t figure it out until college?”
“A couple years into college, yes. We were always figuring it out.” Dean laid back and looked up at the ceiling.
Castiel laid down next to him. “We’re still figuring it out.” Dean laughed. Castiel moved to lean over Dean, placing a hand on the floor beside his head, before kissing him. He pressed down harder when Dean grabbed his elbows gently. They kissed comfortably for a few minutes, relaxing in the silence.
Dean broke the kiss when Castiel’s hand slipped under his shirt and slid up his chest. “Cas.” He smiled. “We should probably head back inside.”
“Why?” He dug his fingernails into Dean’s skin.
Dean gasped and grabbed Castiel’s hand. “Cas,” he raised a brow at the smile he got, “please.”
Castiel decided to have pity on Dean and removed his hand. But instead of getting up, he kissed Dean, cupping his face. He moved his fingers over Dean’s face slowly, tracing his nose and lips. Dean’s breathing started to stutter. “You know, I’ve had dreams about you,” he pulled at his bottom lip gently, “and your lips.”
“Really?” His throat was suddenly dry and his body was much warmer.
“Yes.” Castiel leaned in close enough to brush their lips together without fully kissing. “You’re so good with them in these dreams. I wonder how true it is.” He smiled as Dean swallowed loudly. “I’d like to find out.” He swiped his tongue out quickly, licking Dean’s top lip.
“Fuck.” Dean sighed and grabbed Castiel’s head tightly, pulling him in for a rough kiss. Castiel moaned appreciatively and kissed back in kind. He pressed Castiel against him, both hands digging into the man’s back.
“Dean.” Castiel moaned into the kiss and moved to position himself on top of him. Dean licked at Castiel’s lips until Castiel opened his mouth and let him swipe his tongue along Castiel’s.
The tree house grew hotter as the men kissed and moved against each other with hushed curses and encouragements. Castiel’s hands moved back under Dean’s shirt and Dean really wanted this to continue but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop if he didn’t now.
“Cas,” Dean broke their kiss, “we really should go back.” Castiel frowned and thrusted down against Dean. “Come on, cool it.” He pushed Castiel’s shoulders to try to move him off.
Castiel kissed him one more time before sitting up. They made their way out of the tree house and went inside to visit with Mary before heading home.
As they entered the house, Castiel pulled on the back of Dean’s shirt, stopping him. He tugged on the shirt until Dean moved back and Castiel turned him to kiss him again. Dean kissed him briefly before pulling back.
“You need to rest, Cas. You can’t feel too great.”
His head was still pounding and he was tired, but Castiel didn’t want to rest. “I’m fine, Dean.”
“No,” he ran a hand through Castiel’s hair, “go take a nap or something.”
“But I want to tell you about my dreams I’ve been having.”
“Some other day.”
Castiel’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine.” He took a couple steps past Dean before mumbling. “I thought your mom was too mothering, but I was wrong.”
“You need mothering or you’ll be more miserable tomorrow.” Dean crossed his arms and watched Castiel drag his feet to his room. Castiel never was a good ‘patient’.
A couple days later, Dean got a call telling him he got the job at the factory. He started the next day. Castiel was sitting in on lectures at the university and their time together grew shorter every day.
After three weeks of only seeing each other a couple hours a day, Castiel skipped one of his classes so he could spend more time with Dean on his day off. Dean was on the couch watching TV when Castiel flopped down next to him, making Dean bounce slightly.
Dean checked his watch before looking back to the TV. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”
“I’m playing hooky today.” He leaned against Dean’s shoulder, laying his head in the crook of his neck.
He laughed. “You’re such a rebel.”
“I know.” Castiel smiled, nuzzling Dean’s neck. Dean tilted his head to give him more room. He kissed Dean’s neck, just a small peck, and nuzzled the side of his face.
Dean turned his head to look at Castiel. “Can I help you?”
Castiel laughed softly. “I hope so.” He smiled and leaned in close to brush their lips together. He would pull back slightly when Dean leaned in to kiss him. Dean kept trying and grabbed the back of Castiel’s head to pull him in, but Castiel laid back while holding Dean’s shirt so they ended up flat on the couch, Dean on top of Castiel.
“Dean.” Castiel smiled and shifted his legs under Dean so he was nestled between his legs comfortably. His hands were wrapped tight in Dean’s shirt, keeping him close.
“So, are you gonna let me kiss you now or…?”
“Maybe.” He tugged on Dean’s shirt slightly.
Dean did kiss him with no resistance. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck, pushing him down into him more. Their kisses were deep and slow, the kind Dean remembers sharing with Castiel before the accident on their rare days off together. It was the kind of thing that usually led to much more later on and it made Dean’s body react accordingly.
Castiel pulled the collar of Dean’s t-shirt to the side, moving to kiss the exposed skin, licking along his collarbone and kissing up the side of his neck. Dean moaned softly, slipping his hands under Castiel’s back. He nipped at Dean’s jaw and ear, rubbing his cheek against his short stubble. With one hand he cupped Dean’s neck and the other moved to his lower back, pushing his hips down.
“Cas.” Dean thrusted against Castiel, holding him close with both arms. The man was doing a good job at finding all of Dean’s sensitive areas. “God, is this how you planned on spending the day?” He gasped when Castiel landed a hard bite on Dean’s neck.
“Did you have a better idea?” Castiel moved back to his lips, kissing not so gently this time.
Dean moaned and kissed back with vigor, pushing Castiel’s head back into the arm of the couch. He slipped his arms free from under Castiel, putting some weight on his knees, and lifted the bottom of Castiel’s shirt up enough to drag his fingers over Castiel’s stomach. He giggled slightly, being extremely ticklish, and pushed up against Dean in an effort to escape. Dean shushed him and flattened his palms, so as not to tickle, and ran them up his chest.
Castiel closed his eyes while leaning his head back into the cushion. He arched into Dean’s touch, wanting more. Dean pushed his shirt up farther before leaning down to kiss a slow line up from his navel to breastbone. He bit his lip in an effort to silence the noises his throat was trying to make. His legs squeezed tight around Dean as he kissed back down, stopping just above Castiel’s jeans.
Castiel lifted his hips slightly when Dean didn’t continue his attention. Dean motioned for him to sit up. He removed Castiel’s shirt, tossing it to the floor, and circled his arms around him again to pull him close. They kissed again, tangling together.
Eventually, Castiel had managed to seat himself fully on Dean’s lap and pushed him into the back of the couch. He steadied himself with both hands on Dean’s shoulders and moved his hips in quick thrusts.
“Jesus!” Dean’s head dropped back, Castiel’s moves sending warmth and electricity up his spine. He grabbed Castiel’s waist to slow him a little and extended his neck up to kiss him. Without breaking the kiss, Dean lifted Castiel and flipped them. Castiel was sitting as Dean slid off the couch to kneel between Castiel’s legs.
He made quick work of the jean’s button and zipper. Before he did any more, Dean leaned forward and kissed Castiel’s stomach again, resting his hands on the other man’s thighs. Castiel slid his fingers through Dean’s hair and sighed contently. He pushed up slightly to kiss up to Castiel’s neck and gently pulled his jeans down to his knees.
Castiel’s heart was racing and he was starting to shake as Dean pulled his jeans off over his socked feet. He swallowed down the sudden lump in his throat and pressed his fingers into Dean’s scalp, dragging them slightly. Dean shivered and looked up.
“You okay, Cas?” He could see the slight fear in his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He smiled reassuringly and ran a hand over Dean’s cheek, tracing his lips slowly.
Dean opened his mouth, taking Castiel’s index finger in and biting down on it gently. He swiped his tongue over it and closed his lips around it, making Castiel bite his lip again to silence a moan. He watched as Dean sucked slightly before taking Castiel’s hand in his and moving his lips to kiss Castiel’s leg. Just as he had done on Castiel’s stomach, he kissed up Castiel’s thigh to his hip. He pulled the hem of his boxers down a little to kiss the skin there nipping carefully at Castiel’s hipbone.
“Dean, please.” He was getting hard and with Dean so close to where he wanted him, Castiel was getting impatient.
“Relax, Cas.” He smiled at the slight sigh he got. He continued his movements across the top of Castiel’s boxers to his opposite hip and down his thigh. Castiel was practically vibrating with need as he made his way back up and got a sharp tug on his hair.
Dean palmed Castiel over his boxers, relishing the moan he got, and licked a short line on his stomach. He removed Castiel’s boxers, tossing them to land close to his pants. His hands moved over Castiel’s thighs as he kissed lower until moving to kiss Castiel’s hard cock.
Castiel’s grip on Dean’s hair tightened as pleasure traveled through his body. Dean continued kissing and licking at Castiel until he was moaning loudly and thrusting slightly forward. “Dean.” He whined and tried to control the urge to force Dean to move faster.
Finally, Dean took Castiel into his mouth, sucking as he moved. Castiel cursed loudly and arched his back, wishing this feeling could last forever. His toes curled and he couldn’t stop the forward movement of his hips if he tried.
Dean could tell he was holding back a little. He lifted his head, making Castiel protest. “You know,” he moved a hand to stroke Castiel slowly, “you can move if you want to.” Castiel’s jaw dropped as the sensation of Dean’s hand and the thought of what he said coursed through him. “I can take it, Cas.” He stilled his hand and reached up with the other to bend Castiel closer to talk lower. “Fuck my mouth.” He kissed away the open shock on Castiel’s face.
He then released Castiel’s neck and took him down to the base of his dick and sucked hard. Castiel sat up quickly with a groan. Dean was setting every part of him on fire. He was so glad he skipped class today. He no longer tried to hold back his urge to thrust forward. When Dean hummed in approval, he held Dean’s hair tighter and moved faster.
Dean held Castiel’s hips loosely to anchor himself as his mouth was fucked thoroughly. Castiel was getting close and chasing the release he felt right in front of him. Dean rested one hand on Castiel’s stomach and felt the muscles tightening underneath moments before he cried out and came down Dean’s throat.
Castiel was breathing hard and shaking as Dean rubbed circles in his sides. He covered his eyes with a hand and tried to catch his breath. Dean chuckled and kissed him.
“You doin’ okay?”
Castiel tried to say yes but just made a strange noise. Dean laughed again and continued to massage him. “Dean,” he didn’t know what to do now. He hadn’t meant for that to happen so fast or at all today, but he definitely enjoyed it. “That was…” he laughed.
Dean pulled his hand away from his face. He was standing and smiling. “I know.” With a tug of his hand, Dean had Castiel standing and pulled him in for a brief kiss.
“I can’t help but notice how naked I am now.” Castiel was beginning to get self-conscious as he stood so close to a fully clothed Dean.
“Yeah,” Dean unabashedly looked him up and down with a smile, “come on.” He moved toward the hall, still holding Castiel’s hand.
“Where are we going?”
“A shower sounds like a good idea right now, don’t you think?” Dean stopped and waited for Castiel.
“I suppose.” He smiled and walked with Dean.
They took a long shower together, doing no more than kissing through it. It felt nice just to be close in the warmth and steam of the water. They then moved back to the couch, snuggled together to watch TV for the rest of the afternoon.
“Cas,” he nudged him as he almost fell asleep on his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for being such a rebel today. I’ve missed you the last couple weeks.”
Castiel smiled. “You’re welcome.”
They fell asleep there, not caring that in the morning they would have to rush off to their separate responsibilities and probably wouldn’t have a day like this again for a little while.
Next
Rating: NC-17
Pairings and Characters: Dean/Castiel, Mary
Spoilers/Warnings: none i can think of
Word Count: ~3,500 (this chapter)
Summary: A car accident leaves Dean and Castiel in bad shape, but when Castiel wakes up three months later with no memory of his life, Dean has to adjust and decide how much to tell Castiel and how much to leave him to learn again.
Notes: Sorry this took a little longer than normal. I had some sudden medical issues come up and I'll have to deal with them for the next month or two most likely. I'm still writing obviously, but it might not be as quick with each update because I kinda feel like death right now.
Previous
Dean got back from his interview to find Castiel sitting on the counter with a cup of coffee. His hair was a disheveled mess and he looked half-asleep. Dean smiled. “Hey, how does that hangover feel?”
Castiel blinked slowly. “Like I got hit in the face with a bat.” His voice was scratchy from sleep.
“Sounds about right.” He walked into the small kitchen. “You know, that happened to you once, hit with a bat.” Castiel gave him a confused look. “You were on the baseball team, we both were.”
“Oh,” Castiel thought about that scenario, “really?” Dean nodded. “Was I the catcher?” He didn’t know how else that could happen very easily.
“Yeah.” Dean poured himself a cup of coffee. “So, I was thinking, we could go on a little trip this afternoon, if you’re up to it?”
“Trip?”
Dean could hear the hesitance in his voice. “If you’d rather stay in and rest, we can.”
“What kind of trip?”
“I was thinking about going to my parents’ house and showing you our tree house.”
“Oh,” Castiel looked at his coffee. He felt like crap but he also really wanted to go.
“We can wait until you feel better. It’s not a big deal.”
“No, I’m fine.” He smiled at Dean. “We can go.”
“Really? I don’t want to make you miserable.”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Okay.” Dean took a drink of his coffee. “So, what do you remember from last night?”
“Ugh,” Castiel closed his eyes, “I remember the bar, dancing with you, and throwing up a lot.” He looked as Dean seemed to almost look relieved. “And I seem to recall us sharing a pretty hot and heavy kiss before I threw up and ruined it.”
Dean nodded. “You still glad that happened?”
“Yes.” Dean had sounded worried. “I want to kiss you right now.” He smiled as Dean blushed slightly and bowed his head. “Were you hoping I would forget?” Dean looked back up at him. “Do you want me to forget?”
Dean shook his head. “Never.”
“Good.”
That afternoon, they pulled into their childhood home. Mary greeted them at the door with a hug. She led them to the kitchen where she was making a couple sandwiches for them. Dean tried to tell her not to worry about it, but she insisted they eat, ever the mother. Once they had eaten, they stood to walk to the backyard.
“Dean,” Mary put a hand on his arm as Castiel left the kitchen, “how is everything between you two?”
“We’re good, mom.” He smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry.”
She smiled and held his hand briefly. “Good. You know I just want you to be happy.”
“I know.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, mom.”
Dean found Castiel outside standing under the tree house. He stood next to him and motioned forward to the small wooden pieces in the tree meant for climbing. “You first.”
Castiel climbed up with only a couple small slips. The small house was really just one big room with a window and a box in one corner. A couple old movie and band posters were taped on the walls. Castiel couldn’t stand in the short room without having to bend over, so he slid to the side and sat while Dean climbed up.
Dean made his way up the ladder easily and sat beside Castiel. He let the other man look around the room before telling him anything. Dean hadn’t been up here in years. He couldn’t believe all the posters were still up. They had helped his dad build it over the summer as teens. He remembered that summer fondly.
“So, this is where we spent all our free time in high school?” Castiel ran a hand along the floorboards, wondering which of them had nailed this one in place.
“Yeah,” Dean laughed, “we didn’t have a lot of spare money then. Eventually, we ran an extension cord out here and hooked up a little TV to watch movies and play games.” Dean smiled as he thought of all the nights they had ended up falling asleep there and woken up to an angry Mary telling them to clean up for school and to stop making her think they had been kidnapped.
“It’s surprisingly quiet for being outside.” Castiel moved to lay back and look out the window.
“It is.” Dean listened and didn’t hear anything except the wind. He looked at Castiel relaxing next to him and debated whether or not to tell him about why they had started spending so much in the tree house. It hadn’t been just because they helped build it and were proud.
“We’ve had our own place for a long time, huh?” Castiel smiled up at him.
“Yeah, I guess we have.” Dean looked away from Castiel, shifting to sit closer but facing the other direction. “You know, when your parents died, we couldn’t get you out of here.” He heard Castiel shift behind him. “You sat up here all day and night for days. You wouldn’t talk to anyone, barely ate, and you wouldn’t move.” Castiel sat up. “I would bring you food and talk endlessly about whatever crossed my mind, hoping one day you would respond.” He looked at his hands, feeling the sadness again of watching his best friend being so completely devastated by his parents’ deaths.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Dean.” Castiel put a hand on his shoulder. “That must’ve been awful, and now you had to almost do the same thing again in the hospital.” He pulled his hand back. He had seemed to cause so much pain to Dean. How much more could he go through before Castiel was too much trouble?
“It was,” he turned to face Castiel, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it every time.” He took Castiel’s hands. “You’re my family, always have been, and I will never just give up on you, especially when you need me the most.”
Castiel’s heart swelled and he smiled. “You’re amazing.”
Dean laughed. “Yeah, that’s me.” He let go of Castiel’s hands. “I’m actually glad you don’t have to remember what that was like. I would never wish that pain on anyone.”
Castiel nodded. “Tell me about something better, then. Tell me about our first kiss.”
Dean shook his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I would rather you remember our new first kiss. It’s better anyway.”
“Come on.” Castiel pouted. “Please?”
“No, Cas,” he looked out the window behind Castiel, “it’s complicated.”
“Why, were we drunk then too?”
“No.” Dean sighed. “We were in high school and it was sudden and…complicated.”
“How? Explain it to me.”
“Cas, you’ve been my best friend since grade school. You’ve been a part of my family since before your parents died and I was always close to you. It wasn’t until later in high school that I started to want more and that thought scared me. It wasn’t about maybe not being completely straight, but more of what would happen to our relationship if the feeling wasn’t mutual.” He kept his eyes down as he continued.
“We were both dating other people at the time. You were helping me with my math homework and I couldn’t stop myself. I kissed you and you freaked out.”
“I did?” Dean nodded. “Why?”
“Because, like I said, we were seeing other people at the time. I felt bad when I thought about it later and then everything was awkward for a while. Then, you kissed me and everything was crazy again. We just never got the timing right back then.”
“Oh, I see.” Castiel had thought their relationship had been some kind of fairytale. They grew up together, slowly falling in love and then had that clarifying kiss that cemented their life together. Reality, of course, was never like that. “So, we didn’t figure it out until college?”
“A couple years into college, yes. We were always figuring it out.” Dean laid back and looked up at the ceiling.
Castiel laid down next to him. “We’re still figuring it out.” Dean laughed. Castiel moved to lean over Dean, placing a hand on the floor beside his head, before kissing him. He pressed down harder when Dean grabbed his elbows gently. They kissed comfortably for a few minutes, relaxing in the silence.
Dean broke the kiss when Castiel’s hand slipped under his shirt and slid up his chest. “Cas.” He smiled. “We should probably head back inside.”
“Why?” He dug his fingernails into Dean’s skin.
Dean gasped and grabbed Castiel’s hand. “Cas,” he raised a brow at the smile he got, “please.”
Castiel decided to have pity on Dean and removed his hand. But instead of getting up, he kissed Dean, cupping his face. He moved his fingers over Dean’s face slowly, tracing his nose and lips. Dean’s breathing started to stutter. “You know, I’ve had dreams about you,” he pulled at his bottom lip gently, “and your lips.”
“Really?” His throat was suddenly dry and his body was much warmer.
“Yes.” Castiel leaned in close enough to brush their lips together without fully kissing. “You’re so good with them in these dreams. I wonder how true it is.” He smiled as Dean swallowed loudly. “I’d like to find out.” He swiped his tongue out quickly, licking Dean’s top lip.
“Fuck.” Dean sighed and grabbed Castiel’s head tightly, pulling him in for a rough kiss. Castiel moaned appreciatively and kissed back in kind. He pressed Castiel against him, both hands digging into the man’s back.
“Dean.” Castiel moaned into the kiss and moved to position himself on top of him. Dean licked at Castiel’s lips until Castiel opened his mouth and let him swipe his tongue along Castiel’s.
The tree house grew hotter as the men kissed and moved against each other with hushed curses and encouragements. Castiel’s hands moved back under Dean’s shirt and Dean really wanted this to continue but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop if he didn’t now.
“Cas,” Dean broke their kiss, “we really should go back.” Castiel frowned and thrusted down against Dean. “Come on, cool it.” He pushed Castiel’s shoulders to try to move him off.
Castiel kissed him one more time before sitting up. They made their way out of the tree house and went inside to visit with Mary before heading home.
As they entered the house, Castiel pulled on the back of Dean’s shirt, stopping him. He tugged on the shirt until Dean moved back and Castiel turned him to kiss him again. Dean kissed him briefly before pulling back.
“You need to rest, Cas. You can’t feel too great.”
His head was still pounding and he was tired, but Castiel didn’t want to rest. “I’m fine, Dean.”
“No,” he ran a hand through Castiel’s hair, “go take a nap or something.”
“But I want to tell you about my dreams I’ve been having.”
“Some other day.”
Castiel’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine.” He took a couple steps past Dean before mumbling. “I thought your mom was too mothering, but I was wrong.”
“You need mothering or you’ll be more miserable tomorrow.” Dean crossed his arms and watched Castiel drag his feet to his room. Castiel never was a good ‘patient’.
A couple days later, Dean got a call telling him he got the job at the factory. He started the next day. Castiel was sitting in on lectures at the university and their time together grew shorter every day.
After three weeks of only seeing each other a couple hours a day, Castiel skipped one of his classes so he could spend more time with Dean on his day off. Dean was on the couch watching TV when Castiel flopped down next to him, making Dean bounce slightly.
Dean checked his watch before looking back to the TV. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”
“I’m playing hooky today.” He leaned against Dean’s shoulder, laying his head in the crook of his neck.
He laughed. “You’re such a rebel.”
“I know.” Castiel smiled, nuzzling Dean’s neck. Dean tilted his head to give him more room. He kissed Dean’s neck, just a small peck, and nuzzled the side of his face.
Dean turned his head to look at Castiel. “Can I help you?”
Castiel laughed softly. “I hope so.” He smiled and leaned in close to brush their lips together. He would pull back slightly when Dean leaned in to kiss him. Dean kept trying and grabbed the back of Castiel’s head to pull him in, but Castiel laid back while holding Dean’s shirt so they ended up flat on the couch, Dean on top of Castiel.
“Dean.” Castiel smiled and shifted his legs under Dean so he was nestled between his legs comfortably. His hands were wrapped tight in Dean’s shirt, keeping him close.
“So, are you gonna let me kiss you now or…?”
“Maybe.” He tugged on Dean’s shirt slightly.
Dean did kiss him with no resistance. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck, pushing him down into him more. Their kisses were deep and slow, the kind Dean remembers sharing with Castiel before the accident on their rare days off together. It was the kind of thing that usually led to much more later on and it made Dean’s body react accordingly.
Castiel pulled the collar of Dean’s t-shirt to the side, moving to kiss the exposed skin, licking along his collarbone and kissing up the side of his neck. Dean moaned softly, slipping his hands under Castiel’s back. He nipped at Dean’s jaw and ear, rubbing his cheek against his short stubble. With one hand he cupped Dean’s neck and the other moved to his lower back, pushing his hips down.
“Cas.” Dean thrusted against Castiel, holding him close with both arms. The man was doing a good job at finding all of Dean’s sensitive areas. “God, is this how you planned on spending the day?” He gasped when Castiel landed a hard bite on Dean’s neck.
“Did you have a better idea?” Castiel moved back to his lips, kissing not so gently this time.
Dean moaned and kissed back with vigor, pushing Castiel’s head back into the arm of the couch. He slipped his arms free from under Castiel, putting some weight on his knees, and lifted the bottom of Castiel’s shirt up enough to drag his fingers over Castiel’s stomach. He giggled slightly, being extremely ticklish, and pushed up against Dean in an effort to escape. Dean shushed him and flattened his palms, so as not to tickle, and ran them up his chest.
Castiel closed his eyes while leaning his head back into the cushion. He arched into Dean’s touch, wanting more. Dean pushed his shirt up farther before leaning down to kiss a slow line up from his navel to breastbone. He bit his lip in an effort to silence the noises his throat was trying to make. His legs squeezed tight around Dean as he kissed back down, stopping just above Castiel’s jeans.
Castiel lifted his hips slightly when Dean didn’t continue his attention. Dean motioned for him to sit up. He removed Castiel’s shirt, tossing it to the floor, and circled his arms around him again to pull him close. They kissed again, tangling together.
Eventually, Castiel had managed to seat himself fully on Dean’s lap and pushed him into the back of the couch. He steadied himself with both hands on Dean’s shoulders and moved his hips in quick thrusts.
“Jesus!” Dean’s head dropped back, Castiel’s moves sending warmth and electricity up his spine. He grabbed Castiel’s waist to slow him a little and extended his neck up to kiss him. Without breaking the kiss, Dean lifted Castiel and flipped them. Castiel was sitting as Dean slid off the couch to kneel between Castiel’s legs.
He made quick work of the jean’s button and zipper. Before he did any more, Dean leaned forward and kissed Castiel’s stomach again, resting his hands on the other man’s thighs. Castiel slid his fingers through Dean’s hair and sighed contently. He pushed up slightly to kiss up to Castiel’s neck and gently pulled his jeans down to his knees.
Castiel’s heart was racing and he was starting to shake as Dean pulled his jeans off over his socked feet. He swallowed down the sudden lump in his throat and pressed his fingers into Dean’s scalp, dragging them slightly. Dean shivered and looked up.
“You okay, Cas?” He could see the slight fear in his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He smiled reassuringly and ran a hand over Dean’s cheek, tracing his lips slowly.
Dean opened his mouth, taking Castiel’s index finger in and biting down on it gently. He swiped his tongue over it and closed his lips around it, making Castiel bite his lip again to silence a moan. He watched as Dean sucked slightly before taking Castiel’s hand in his and moving his lips to kiss Castiel’s leg. Just as he had done on Castiel’s stomach, he kissed up Castiel’s thigh to his hip. He pulled the hem of his boxers down a little to kiss the skin there nipping carefully at Castiel’s hipbone.
“Dean, please.” He was getting hard and with Dean so close to where he wanted him, Castiel was getting impatient.
“Relax, Cas.” He smiled at the slight sigh he got. He continued his movements across the top of Castiel’s boxers to his opposite hip and down his thigh. Castiel was practically vibrating with need as he made his way back up and got a sharp tug on his hair.
Dean palmed Castiel over his boxers, relishing the moan he got, and licked a short line on his stomach. He removed Castiel’s boxers, tossing them to land close to his pants. His hands moved over Castiel’s thighs as he kissed lower until moving to kiss Castiel’s hard cock.
Castiel’s grip on Dean’s hair tightened as pleasure traveled through his body. Dean continued kissing and licking at Castiel until he was moaning loudly and thrusting slightly forward. “Dean.” He whined and tried to control the urge to force Dean to move faster.
Finally, Dean took Castiel into his mouth, sucking as he moved. Castiel cursed loudly and arched his back, wishing this feeling could last forever. His toes curled and he couldn’t stop the forward movement of his hips if he tried.
Dean could tell he was holding back a little. He lifted his head, making Castiel protest. “You know,” he moved a hand to stroke Castiel slowly, “you can move if you want to.” Castiel’s jaw dropped as the sensation of Dean’s hand and the thought of what he said coursed through him. “I can take it, Cas.” He stilled his hand and reached up with the other to bend Castiel closer to talk lower. “Fuck my mouth.” He kissed away the open shock on Castiel’s face.
He then released Castiel’s neck and took him down to the base of his dick and sucked hard. Castiel sat up quickly with a groan. Dean was setting every part of him on fire. He was so glad he skipped class today. He no longer tried to hold back his urge to thrust forward. When Dean hummed in approval, he held Dean’s hair tighter and moved faster.
Dean held Castiel’s hips loosely to anchor himself as his mouth was fucked thoroughly. Castiel was getting close and chasing the release he felt right in front of him. Dean rested one hand on Castiel’s stomach and felt the muscles tightening underneath moments before he cried out and came down Dean’s throat.
Castiel was breathing hard and shaking as Dean rubbed circles in his sides. He covered his eyes with a hand and tried to catch his breath. Dean chuckled and kissed him.
“You doin’ okay?”
Castiel tried to say yes but just made a strange noise. Dean laughed again and continued to massage him. “Dean,” he didn’t know what to do now. He hadn’t meant for that to happen so fast or at all today, but he definitely enjoyed it. “That was…” he laughed.
Dean pulled his hand away from his face. He was standing and smiling. “I know.” With a tug of his hand, Dean had Castiel standing and pulled him in for a brief kiss.
“I can’t help but notice how naked I am now.” Castiel was beginning to get self-conscious as he stood so close to a fully clothed Dean.
“Yeah,” Dean unabashedly looked him up and down with a smile, “come on.” He moved toward the hall, still holding Castiel’s hand.
“Where are we going?”
“A shower sounds like a good idea right now, don’t you think?” Dean stopped and waited for Castiel.
“I suppose.” He smiled and walked with Dean.
They took a long shower together, doing no more than kissing through it. It felt nice just to be close in the warmth and steam of the water. They then moved back to the couch, snuggled together to watch TV for the rest of the afternoon.
“Cas,” he nudged him as he almost fell asleep on his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for being such a rebel today. I’ve missed you the last couple weeks.”
Castiel smiled. “You’re welcome.”
They fell asleep there, not caring that in the morning they would have to rush off to their separate responsibilities and probably wouldn’t have a day like this again for a little while.
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