Fic: Angel Lovin' Chapter 14/? WIP
Title: Angel Lovin' Chapter 14/?
Author ravenalisa
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Through 5.10
Warnings: language, sexual content
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel search for a weapon to kill Lucifer. Meanwhile Dean and Castiel grow closer and Sam over-analyzes everything while occasionally being an unintentional cock block.
Angel Lovin' Masterpost
҉҉҉ hapter Fourteen ҉҉҉
Dean woke, slightly chilled, to a light tapping noise. “Go ‘way Sammy,” he mumbled sleepily as he burrowed closer to the warmth beside him.
As the tapping became louder and more violent, Dean awoke fully. He was in the Impala, butt-ass naked, arms wrapped around Castiel like he was a frigging teddy bear. At some point during the night one of them, probably Castiel, had pulled the trench coat over them. Early morning light was streaming in through the window. Dean blinked his eyes rapidly, adjusting to the light.
“Oh, shit!” Dean shook Castiel, being careful to not allow the trench coat to slide off them. “Cas wake up,” Dean said urgently.
Castiel’s eyes shot open, and Dean held him down to keep him from sitting up (because that would expose them).
“There’s a cop outside and I’d rather not get booked for indecent exposure. Think you got enough juice to mojo some clothes on us?”
Castiel glared in response, dressing them under the trench coat without so much as twitching a muscle.
“Sorry, this isn’t the morning after I’d imagined either,” Dean kissed Castiel lightly on the cheek before sitting up. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Dean rolled down the window. “Good morning officer.”
Clearly surprised to see that they were fully dressed, the cop took a moment to respond, “Is there a reason why you boys are sleeping out here when there are still two perfectly good rooms available?”
There are? Then why had Sammy only gotten one room. Dean shook off his surprise and lied his ass off, “We got hungry and drove around town looking for a place to get food. It wasn’t until we got back that we’d realized that we had accidently locked ourselves out of the room we were sharing with my brother. Since it was very late and we didn’t want to wake anyone we slept out here.”
“Alright, just try not to make a habit of it.”
“Yes sir.”
After the cop walked away Dean sank back down beside Castiel and gave him the good morning kiss he wished he could have woken him up with. Castiel was resistant at first, clearly still mad with Dean, but soon he melted into the kiss.
Minutes later Dean broke away. “Much as I’d like to we cannot spend all day here.”
Castiel nodded in understanding. With an inhuman ease he got out of the backseat of the car and deftly slid his trench coat on. Dean followed closely behind, his ease due to repetition. “I’m starving and you should probably eat too.”
“I do not-”
“You do need to eat,” Dean interrupted. “I know that you are still powerful Cas,” Dean continued figuring that he’d hurt Castiel’s pride by asking if he could do something as simple as dress them. “I know that you don’t need to do anything the human way and hopefully it’ll never come to that but I still think it would be best to conserve your mojo.”
Castiel didn’t say anything but he did look less annoyed. “Besides, I’ll worry if you don’t,” Dean added knowing it was pathetic, but he figured since Castiel has had little experience with humans that it just might do the trick. “You don’t want me to worry, right?”
Castiel slumped in defeat and got into the front passenger’s seat. As he walked around the Impala to slide into the driver’s seat Dean wondered where Castiel had picked up that particular gesture. He felt a little guilty making Castiel feel that way. Sure he wanted Castiel to eat but… “Cas,” Dean leaned over and lightly kissed Castiel on the cheek, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to eat if you really don’t want to.”
“No. You are correct. I am slowly losing use of my abilities and I need to become accustomed to such things.”
ean didn’t like the look in Castiel’s eyes; it reminded him too much of the broken Cas from that fucked up future, “Hey, it’s not all bad right?”
Castiel looked thoughtful, but remained silent.
“C’mon Cas,” Dean blew lightly in Castiel’s ear and grinned as he caught the hitch in Castiel’s breathing (not that he technically had to breathe but still Dean had managed to make him forget to). “There’s gotta be a few things you like?” Dean asked again before leaning even closer and running his tongue lightly along the shell of Castiel’s ear making him squirm.
“D-Deeeeeean,” Castiel’s voice cracked with passion. Within moments he had Dean pinned against the driver’s side door and had found some way to crawl onto Dean’s lap despite the cramped spaced made even smaller with the presence of the steering wheel.
Castiel kissed frantically as he rocked his hips, and his erection, against Dean.
Dean went from half-mast to raring to go in an instant. Castiel moved his lips from Dean’s to trace along his jaw and latch onto his neck. Dean just kind of sat there, momentarily overwhelmed as Castiel sucked, licked, and lightly nipped at a spot on his neck that was apparently really sensitive. Dean felt boneless and his mind could barely function. How in the hell did Cas find this spot?!? I didn’t even know about it. What’re the odds that none of the women I’ve been with found this? ‘Course necking like this isn’t usually high on my list of priorities.
Dean slid his right hand up, threading his fingers through Castiel’s hair. With a light yank, he pulled Castiel’s mouth away from his neck. He was surprised to see that this apparently turned on Castiel even more, and mentally filed away that information for later.
“You’re killing me Cas,” at Castiel’s sharp inquisitive stare, Dean felt like Castiel was looking inside him, which was creepily entirely possible, “Not literally.” Dean fought the urge to kiss him again. He was losing man-points every time Castiel did something that made him think disgustingly cutesy adoring words and caused a desire to kiss him softly and all manner of other girly things.
“You know we can’t do this,” Dean stated. At Castiel’s confused head tilt Dean clarified, “That cop could come back any minute and it would be really inconvenient for the authorities to realize I’m not actually dead. Plus, I’m not sure how Sammy’s going to react to this but I’m willing to bet it’d be better if we tell him instead of him finding out through the police that we were having sex in the parking lot.”
Castiel looked at Dean hungrily. He didn’t want to stop. “Get one of the other rooms.”
Dean’s penis jumped eagerly at Castiel’s demanding tone. “Awww, fuck,” Dean pressed his palm into his crotch. “Fine,” Dean didn’t think this problem was going to be able to go away on its own. “You go tell Sammy we’re gonna go get breakfast and he should go ahead and clean up and grab us some clean clothes when he’s not looking. I’ll go get us a room and move the Impala behind the motel.” Dean leaned forward to give Castiel a brief kiss before ripping away and getting out of his baby.
How in the hell am I going to hide this? Dean glanced down at the noticeable bulge pressing against his zipper as he walked across the parking lot. He doubted he could. Fortunately no one was up front when he walked in and the counter was fairly high.
Moments after ringing the silver service bell, a young man came out front.
“I’d like to get a room; king-sized bed if you have one.”
“Yeah we have one of those left,” the attendant commented with a knowing look. Dean was too busy picturing Castiel writhing beneath him to notice. He paid on auto pilot, took the key, and went out to move the Impala.
Just after he’d reached the car and had thrown her into reverse, Castiel came out with some clothes slung haphazardly over his arm.
Dean swung the Impala over next to him and leaned over to open the door.
Silently Castiel climbed in, careful not to drop their clothes. Neither said a word; it was taking everything they had just to stay apart. Oddly enough Dean hadn't even noticed that there was another set of rooms on the other side of the strip-mall shaped motel when they'd driven in last night. It only took Dean seconds to drive around and park in front of their new room which was perfectly located in the back where he'd planned to park anyway.
Dean was at the door in moments with Castiel following close behind. The instant he shut the door behind him he was all over Castiel, clean clothes forgotten on the floor as Castiel’s hands gripped Dean’s hair, pulling his mouth closer. Dean pulled back and started to remove Cas’ clothing while heading towards the bathroom. “Let’s continue this in the shower,” Dean figured that would buy them a little extra time. At Castiel’s disappointed stare Dean reassured, “Don’t worry, this time’ll be much better than the last shower we took together.”
By the time Dean leaned over and turned on the water, Castiel was completed naked and Dean was only wearing his jeans; Castiel took the opportunity to encircle his hands around Dean’s waist and unbutton them. Slowly he lowered the zipper, before moving his hands around to Dean’s back and slowly sliding the jeans to the floor as his hands caressed Dean’s lower back, buttocks, and legs.
When Dean went to step out of his jeans, his legs were so rubbery he had to hold onto the wall for balance. He stood there panting for a moment before he turned around, unintentionally hitting Castiel in the face with his erection before jerking back a step.
Castiel tilted his head curiously before leaning forward and licking the tip of Dean’s penis.
“C-C-Cas you don’t have to-” Dean started blubbering incoherently as Castiel began to explore Dean’s length with his mouth. He used his tongue to trace a vein to the base then slowly kissed his way back to the tip. Carefully, he sucked the head gently before taking more into his mouth. “Wait, stop I’m-” Dean blushed in embarrassment as he came in record time.
Castiel smiled up at Dean before he noticed the blush coloring Dean’s skin. Completely unaware of the reason for Dean’s embarrassment, Castiel decided in favor of ignoring it and stood up before crowding him up against the wall to kiss him.
Dean broke away just long enough to open the shower curtain and step inside, tugging Castiel’s hand to make him follow. After a brief passionate kiss, Dean slid down and leaned over Castiel’s cock. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this…that he wanted to do this. He’d never done this… Closest he’d ever come was a failed attempt at sucking his own that threw his back out.
Torn, Dean hesitated. Part of him wanted to make Castiel come just as quickly as he had; another wanted to drag it out. He wasn’t sure he’d be any good at it in the first place and he worried he’d gag if Castiel came in his mouth. Tentatively, he brought one hand up to encircle the base while bracing himself with the other before leaning in to place a close-mouthed kiss on the head. Castiel’s loud moan of pleasure reminded Dean that Castiel had no expectations.
It was awkward at first. Sure he’d thought about doing this since they had started messing around, but imagination and shoving hamburgers into your mouth didn’t really do much to prepare you for this particular activity. Dean tried to drag it out a little; no better way of learning than doing in his opinion. Every time he felt that Castiel was a little too close he eased off a bit, but it wasn’t long before Castiel tugged Dean’s hair in warning.
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