Title: School's Out
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, mentions of
Dean/Lisa, Dean/Anna, some Castiel/Meg, and the orgy harem ;)
Genre: AU, first!time (bottom!Cas) sex with lots
of angst, some humor, and a dash of fluff.
Spoilers/Warnings: underage alcohol and drug
use, AU references to all seasons I guess, and it may be a little
OOC but I like romantic!Dean dammit. Also unbeta'd. I could work
on it more but I'm sick of looking at it lol.
Word Count: around 7,735.
Summary: It's Grad Night, and Dean wants Cas to
have some fun before his best friend goes away to college. But
watching Castiel on a mission to lose his virginity is harder on
Dean than he ever thought it would be.
Authors Notes: So heres the sequel
to
High School Hero,
but its not really necessary to read that fic before this
one. I havent written NC-17 in a long time, and its
my first for Dean/Cas, so maybe thats why its so long
and why I struggled with it so much! So I just want to say thanks
to my cheerleaders on this, especially head cheerleader
luvsbitca, youve all been so supportive! Also want to
mention Gedry here, whose
beautiful fics I
discovered just when I was writing this and helped me channel all
this angst <3
Disclaimer: Supernatural aint mine. And
there's a reference to the movie Almost Famous in here that I
just couldn't resist putting in XD
~
Dean Winchester was a total loser. He knew that now,
standing in the middle of a raging house party with no one to
talk to, and where even the girls wouldnt give him the time
of day. Or night. Whatever. He supposed it was inevitable
Ever since Castiel Novak had shown up on the first day of Senior
year.
Hed let all his past acquaintances slide when Cas came into
his life, the other boy leaving such an impression on Dean the
first day of school, that hed gone out of his way to make
sure hed spent as much time with Cas over the next year as
possible. Even though Cas was unusually serious and freakishly
smart, and therefore almost the complete opposite to him in a lot
of ways, Dean found himself enjoying Castiels company in a
way hed never experienced with any other of his peers
before.
Castiel had been the friend to Dean that he never knew hed
wanted. From day one, Cas had been attentive and supportive of
everything Dean said or did, while still managing to call Dean on
his crap. Cas never got offended when Dean teased him or called
him a nerd, and more than once he had come to Deans aid
when Dean got himself into trouble. When the football captain had
swung at Dean for messing around with his girlfriend, Cas had
cracked the guy on the jaw before Dean even got a returning swing
in. When Dean got detention for being caught in the
janitors closet doing some heavy, bendy petting
with Lisa Braeden, Cas had looked after Deans little
brother Sam in the library afterschool everyday, so they could
all still drive home together. Cas had even patiently helped Dean
study for the classes hed struggled with, which was pretty
much all of them, until eventually there wasnt a weekend
that went by without them sleeping over at one or the
others house.
And where was his best and only friend now? Off somewhere on the
Cas-finally-loses-his-virginity mission.
Dean, why are you so insistent that I come to this
party? Cas had asked earlier that night.
Dude. Its Grad night. High School is officially over!
What better reason to celebrate? And we are SO getting
you laid, Dean had replied. And dont give me
that never had the occasion crap, what better
occasion than tonight?
Castiel had blushed and sputtered, denying any remote chance of
that occurring, but as soon as theyd stepped through the
door to Crowleys house, Meg Masters had stumbled up to them
with a drunken swagger
Dean! shed exclaimed, beer spilling out of the
plastic cup in her hand. And Caaasss!
shed slurred upon seeing him, her eyes alighting with a
leer. And then shed trudged right up to Castiel, and
planted her lips on his mouth.
Deans eyes had gone wide in shock. For a second hed
believed that getting Cas laid was going to be easier than he
thought.
Then when Meg finally pulled away, Castiel had simply blinked at
her for a second, before pushing her against the opposite wall of
the hall, and going for it.
A lurching feeling had risen up in Deans stomach at that,
and hed suddenly realised it wasnt going to be easy
at all.
Enjoy, hed muttered, before stalking off to
find the beer.
~
If anyone had asked Dean when hed fallen for his best
friend, he would have said it was the first day they met. But
that wouldnt have been the whole story. Sure, Dean had been
instantly drawn to Castiel, the other boy having an unsettling
effect on him that could have easily been labelled as attraction.
But the pieces didnt really click into place until
months later.
He was having sex with Anna Milton in the backseat of his car,
when shed looked at him with her big doe-eyes and tilted
her head in a way so similar to Castiel, that everything had
suddenly felt so completely wrong. Hed tried to
ignore it at first, but everytime he looked at her after that all
he could see was Cas blue eyes in his head, and when he
came hed had to bite his lip so hard against crying out
Cas name that it bled.
Hed tried a few times again after that, with a few other
girls, but every time the result was the same. He wanted Castiel.
And every time it got harder and harder to fake his way through
each encounter. So eventually he just gave it up. And even though
his reputation was still fodder for cafeteria gossip, the girls
had pretty much gotten the picture and left him alone.
In a way, Dean was grateful, because that meant he could spend
more time with Cas.
Dean never did anything about it, though. Castiel had never given
Dean any indication that he might feel the same way, let alone be
attracted to guys, and even though Dean knew they would go their
separate ways at the end of the year anyway, he didnt want
to lose his best friend just yet. He needed Cas too much. He
wouldnt have graduated without Cas help. Hell, he
might not have even showed up to school in the first place. But
Cas company gave him something to look forward to every
day. And he couldnt lose that. So instead, he decided he
could put his own desires on the backburner, in favor of being as
good a friend to Cas as Castiel had been to him.
Hence, the mission. He hadnt really thought through what
hed been saying at the time, hadnt really thought
about how it would affect him if Cas really did find some girl to
go and finally make merry with. Hed just gotten so used to
playing the role of best friend that the words had just come out
of his mouth, wanting Castiel to have the fun he deserved.
And he had no right to be standing here regretting it. Castiel
was going off to college across the country soon, while Dean was
going to stay home and start working at his Uncle Bobbys
garage. So yeah, sooner or later, Cas was going to find a girl,
maybe eventually one to settle down with
and Dean would
just have to try to be happy for his friend from a distance.
~
Dean scrubbed a hand over his face as he stepped outside onto the
back-lawn, desperately in need of some air. But when his bleary
eyes focused, he froze in surprise.
Cas was right there, sitting outside on the grass
Surrounded by a circle of girls.
As Dean walked up to the small group, he could hear his friend
spouting poetry or philosophy or something, and by the looks on
the girls faces, they were just eating it up.
For a second Dean wondered if thats how he looked
when Castiel occasionally read out some passage or poem while
helping him with Mr. Alastairs English Lit class. Those
moments were the only time the subject hadnt felt like
absolute torture to Dean, and hed eventually found subtle
ways to get Castiel to read things to him more often during their
many study sessions, unable to get enough of the sound of
Cas still deepening voice rumbling over the words.
Castiel looked up as Dean approached, and gave Dean an unusually
wide smile.
Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with my friend
for a minute, Cas murmured, throwing a playful wink
Deans way. Dean reeled in midstep at that, surprise
fluttering in his chest, but he quickly chalked it up to whatever
Cas mustve been drinking and shook it off.
Hey, Dean frowned in confusion, What happened
to Meg?
Castiel laughed. She passed out on me, Dean, he
replied, his face crinkling up in amusement and his hand going to
his mouth as he tried to hold down snickers.
Deans brows furrowed as he took in the puffy look around
Castiels eyes.
What
are you stoned? Dean exclaimed.
Well, I wasnt sure if it was doing anything, but
now
I think Im starting to feel something,
Castiel replied thoughtfully.
Huh, Dean huffed out, unsure whether to be worried or
amused.
Cas reddened eyes lolled back to the group of girls.
Okay, well, I guess Ill just let you get back to it
then, Dean muttered, turning away.
Dean, join us, Castiel said, placing a hand on
Deans arm and stopping him. Dean looked down at Cas
hand, feeling the warmth of it through his jacket, then glanced
over at the circle of waiting girls. With a sigh, he pulled away.
He did not want to watch this.
Thanks, Cas, but Im working on something
inside, he said, plastering a suggestive grin on his face
and hoping Cas would believe the lie. Castiel frowned a little,
but he nodded, turning to head back to the girls, and taking a
deep, steadying breath, Dean headed back inside.
Half an hour later though, Dean found himself keeping an eye on
Cas anyway, throwing glances out the window every few seconds as
he drowned himself in his beer.
~
Dean splashed water over his face and sighed, staring at his
miserable reflection in the mirror and ignoring the banging on
the door from the couple outside who wanted to use
the bathroom. Hed officially had enough of this party.
Hed had enough beer to take down a Football player and he
wasnt even tipsy, he was sick of Becky Rosen trying to
corner him every five minutes trying to get him to sign her
yearbook, and the sight of his classmates having a good time and
hooking up everywhere was grating his nerves in ways he
couldnt deal with anymore. The only time hed almost
smiled for real was when he caught sight of Bela Talbot
discretely pocketing some of Crowleys silver. But yeah,
that was a big almost.
He resolved to check up on Cas one last time, and then he was
leaving. Mission or not, Cas seemed to be having a pretty good
time anyway, and that was the best Dean couldve hoped for.
But Castiel was nowhere to be found. Not outside, or inside, and
Dean had just begun to get a sinking feeling that Cas had finally
scored
when he saw everyone outside starting to look up,
pointing at something at the sky. With a feeling of dread in his
gut Dean pushed his way outside, looking up at what had
everyones attention
and there was Cas, standing on
the edge of the roof, his arms stretched out wide and his
trenchcoat flapping in the air like wings.
I AM A GOLDEN GOD! Cas shouted out into the night
sky.
Dean cursed as everyone broke into cheers around him, and he
immediately started pushing his way through the crowd to the
trellis on the side of the house. As he climbed up to the roof he
could only pray Cas didnt do something stupid like jump off
into the swimming pool or something
but when he finally got
to the top Cas was still there, teetering on the brink.
Just as Castiel lost his balance and lurched over the edge, Dean
got to him, pulling him back in the nick of time and wrapping his
arms around him.
Dean! How did you get here? Castiel blinked owlishly
as Dean held him up. Dean snorted in exasperation.
Im Batman, he deadpanned.
Cas barked out a short laugh, before his face suddenly went
blank. He blinked at Dean once, twice, then keeled over and
started hurling all over Deans shoes.
Dean cringed as he held on to Castiel, looking away and breathing
through his mouth in an attempt to avoid the smell... but it was
unescapable.
Have you been drinking absinthe?!
Castiel moaned miserably.
Come on, Cas. Im taking you home, Dean growled.
But what about the mission? Cas protested weakly.
Dude, youve been off-mission for a while now.
Thats just how I roll, Cas laughed. Dean
sighed, guiding Castiel back to the trellis and carefully helping
him climb back down the side of the house.
~
Once they finally got back to Castiels house, Dean made
sure Cas ate something and drank plenty of water, before
practically throwing him into the shower to sober up a little.
When Cas eventually emerged from the bathroom he was at least
walking straight again, but even though he was still more than a
little tipsy he seemed more tired than anything, collapsing on
his bed and tugging vainly at his blanket in an effort to cover
himself. Dean snorted in fond exasperation, helping Cas pull up
the sheets and tucking them around his body, before heading to
the shower himself.
By the time Dean was done, Castiel was already asleep, and Dean
smiled a little as he took in the sight of his sleeping friend.
Cas looked so vulnerable in his bed, curled into a ball under the
sheets, his normal bulky trenchcoat no longer belying his small
frame, and his face relaxed into an innocence that was so unlike
his normally serious countenance. Dean knew he was being kind of
creepy, but he couldnt give a damn. It wasnt the
first time hed watched Castiel in his sleep, and he was
going to miss being able to see his friend like this when Cas
left.
Dean sighed wearily, sitting down on the edge of the bed as
gently as he could. Cas didnt stir, so, feeling brave, Dean
risked running his hand through the mess of Castiels dark
hair, his fingers lingering as long as they could through
Cas unruly locks.
Castiels eyes began to blink open, and Dean hastily drew
his hand away, flushing uncomfortably. Cas regarded him silently
for a long moment, then slowly pushed himself up, backing up to
lean against the headboard.
How you doing? Dean asked, Feeling
better?
Castiel gave him a small nod. Thank you for looking after
me, Dean, he said, his voice still scratchy from the
earlier abuse on his throat.
Dean swallowed hard, the gravelly texture Cas voice had
taken on, coupled with the sight of Cas sitting on his bed with
the sheets pooled around him, bathed in the soft glow of the
bedside lamp
it did things to Dean hed thought
hed gotten good at suppressing by now.
Dean tore his eyes away, clenching his fists in want.
Dean? Castiel asked in concern, and Deans
breath hitched in his throat as that voice assaulted him again.
He took in a deep gulp of air, steadying himself.
Look, Cas, you gotta promise me something okay? he
said, eyes trained on the floor, You gotta be more careful
when you go to college. Theyre gonna party harder, drink
harder, the drugs will be harder
You gotta watch yourself.
Something could happen to you
and Im not gonna be
there, he choked off.
Castiel remained silent.
At least the women will be easier, Dean huffed out a
laugh that he hoped didnt sound too bitter. Judging
from tonight, theyll probably be throwing themselves at
you, he finished quietly.
They can throw themselves at me all they want, theyll
never get anywhere, Cas replied softly.
Dean whipped around to look at Cas at that, and his chest
constricted at the sadness he saw in the other boys eyes.
Dont sell yourself short, Cas. Im sure when the
right girl comes along youll know what to do, Dean
said, trying to placate his friend.
Dean
Castiel hesitated, biting his lip.
Im not interested in girls.
The air rushed out of Deans lungs.
Oh, he said stupidly.
Castiel looked down, his eyebrows furrowing together in a small
movement that Dean couldn't read.
Okay, Cas, Dean breathed. Then you gotta
promise me to be even more careful.
What? Castiel looked back up at him in confusion.
Look, I know youre usually more than capable of
taking care of yourself. But just
dont go get drunk
or high or something and let some guy you dont even know
take advantage of you. From what I know about this stuff, you
could get really hurt, Dean explained. Wait for
someone
who you can trust to take care of you. Who
will
respect you the way you deserve, Dean finished
haltingly, looking away.
Castiel was silent again for a long moment, then
I trust you Dean, came the reply, so
soft that Dean barely heard it in the dead silence of the room.
Slowly he turned to look back at Castiel, his fists clenching
again as his pulse began rushing in his ears.
What? Dean rasped, his voice barely a whisper.
Castiel sat up, curling his knees under him as he pushed the
sheets away and leaned forward, close enough that Dean could
still smell the absinthe and beer through the mint of
Castiels toothpaste.
Dean, Castiel began. I dont want to lose
my virginity to
some guy I dont even know, he
said, repeating Deans words. I know you. I
trust you. And you have
experience
Cas
Dean cut him off, Are you asking me
to
take your virginity? he huffed out in disbelief.
Castiel gave him a weak smile. Gotta complete the mission,
right?
Youre drunk, Dean growled, standing up off the
bed. And probably still high.
Dean, Im sorry, Castiel stood up, rushing to
his side. I was out of line, please dont be upset
with me! he apologized. And when Dean turned to look at his
friend he nearly reeled back from the worried anguish on
Cas face.
Its not that, Cas, Dean explained as soothingly
as he could. Its just
you probably dont
really know what youre saying right now, and you might
regret it in the morning.
No, Dean, Castiel replied softly, Ive
thought about this before tonight.
Youve
thought about this? Dean
echoed, stunned.
Cas looked down at his feet, nodding his head almost
imperceptibly. Dean had to take a step back, walking over to the
bed to sit down, overwhelmed by the implication of Castiels
admission. But before he could feel any hope that Castiel might
actually feel the same way he did, another, more
rational explanation came to him.
Of course youve thought about it. Dean huffed
out a bitter laugh. You think everything through,
dont you, he finished flatly.
It didnt mean anything. Dean was just
the logical
solution to a problem.
Castiel shuffled towards the bed, sitting down beside him.
Dean, if the idea of being with another guy isnt
impossible for you, then
could you please consider doing
this for me? Castiel asked softly.
And thats when Deans resolve finally began to
crumble.
Castiel had never asked Dean for anything. And yet Cas
had done so much for Dean over the past year, Dean could barely
even comprehend how much he owed him. Even though Cas didnt
understand just how much he was asking of Dean, how much it would
kill Dean to finally cross that line with him, only to have to
let him go afterwards
Cas had every right to ask it of him.
Dean took in a deep breath, raising his eyes towards the ceiling
in frustration. Cas, Ive never been with a guy
before. I could hurt you, he whispered.
The sheets shifted beside him as Castiel moved closer. I
know, Dean. But its alright. I have no doubt in my mind
that youd do your best to
be careful with me,
Castiel murmured, breath ghosting against Deans neck.
Cas-- Dean choked out in desperation.
Dean
Castiel replied, voice soft and pleading.
And when Dean felt Castiels fingers hesitantly touch his
shoulder, his resolve finally broke.
With an anguished groan Dean turned, crushing his lips to
Castiels mouth as he fisted his hand into the back of the
other boys hair. Castiel stiffened in shock, gasping in
surprise, and Dean took the opportunity to push his tongue into
the other boys open mouth, laving at Castiels tongue
hungrily. Somewhere in the back of his mind Dean knew he should
be taking it slow, easing his way into this more gently, but he
still had the image of Castiel pushing Meg Masters up against a
wall seared into his memory, and he desperately wanted to erase
it.
And then suddenly Castiel started responding, pushing back
against Deans lips with equal ferocity, moaning as he
wrapped his arms around Deans neck and all but climbing
into Deans lap.
Dean groaned again, pulling Castiel across and hugging the other
boys lean frame more tightly against his own. His hand
found the edge of Castiels shirt, and slipping it
underneath, he slid his palm up the other boys spine. Cas
gasped at the contact on his skin, and he arched his spine in
pleasure, pressing himself into Deans lap with the
movement.
Cas
Dean clenched out at the pressure against
his crotch, burying his face into Castiels neck. Nipping
and sucking needily at Cas throat, he trailed a wet path
back to the other boys mouth, and Cas lips readily
met his own again, devouring them with a moan.
It had been too long for Dean, too long since hed been
pressed against another body this way. And now that he had who
hed wanted for so long in his arms, Dean found himself
hardening almost embarrassingly fast. But if it had been that
long for Dean, it must have been even worse for Castiel, who had never
been with anyone, and was hardening against him just as quickly.
As soon as Dean felt it, he slid his hands down to grab at
Castiels ass, pulling him in even closer and pressing their
lengths together. Groaning, Cas began to roll his hips, clutching
at Deans shoulders as he slowly rubbed himself against
Deans crotch.
Shit, Cas! Dean gasped. Castiel didnt stop,
staring back at Dean with blown pupils and breathing heavily
through parted, kiss-bruised lips. Dean didnt know where to
look as his breaths raggedly chased after Castiels, all he
knew was that he didnt want to stop looking, and he wanted
more.
Grabbing on tight, Dean flipped Cas around onto the bed, crushing
his lips down again. Castiel moaned back up into Deans
mouth, legs wrapping around Deans hips in response and
pulling him in. Dean settled in between Castiels thighs all
too easily, dipping his face into the other boys neck and
pressing frantic kisses into the skin there, his hands scrambling
to find the end of Cas shirt, in search of skin again.
Castiel gasped when Dean found it, and Dean slid his hand so far
up Cas torso that the shirt hitched all the way up the
other boys chest.
And then Cas hands were scrambling at Deans shirt in
return, tugging at it with urgency until Dean finally had to pull
away, just enough to yank it off. Castiel didnt miss a
beat, taking the opportunity to lift his own shirt off the rest
of the way and throw it to the floor. For the barest second they
just looked at each other, breathless and wanting, and then Dean
found himself diving in again, locking his lips onto
Castiels.
As the skin of their naked chests made contact, Castiel released
a loud, throaty gasp, and Dean suddenly remembered how good it
was the first time hed pressed himself against
another persons bared flesh, how utterly intimate
it had felt. Only this time it was all the more sweet, as it was Cas
pressed up against him, and Dean was the one to give him this
first. And then Castiels hands began to roam, sliding up
Deans back and exploring his shoulderblades, before
travelling down his spine again, and Dean arched his back and
keened, like it was the first time someone had touched him.
But Cas hands kept travelling, reaching down to grab
Deans ass and pull Dean against him again. Dean gasped out
loud, unable to do anything but watch Cas in amazement as the
other boy once again began rocking against him.
Dean
Cas gritted his teeth against the groan,
head dropping back against the pillow as he shut his eyes against
the maddening friction. And the way Cas voice sounded
around his name, it made Deans entire body shudder in
response.
Sliding a shaky hand up Castiels chest, Dean brushed a
thumb against one of the other boys peaked nipples, and
Cas eyes flew open again, gasping as he pushed up into the
touch. As Dean continued caressing the rosy nub with his thumb,
Castiels hips began rubbing harder, legs wrapping around
Deans hips even tighter. Then with a strength that always
surprised Dean, Castiel flipped them over, pinning Dean beneath
him as his lips crashed down upon Deans once more.
But before Dean even had a chance to respond, Castiel had pulled
away again, pressing quick, frantic kisses all over Deans
face and neck. Surprised and not knowing what to do, Deans
hands hovered uncertainly around Castiels shoulders, until
he finally settled them on Cas back, rubbing soothing
circles into the other boys skin in an attempt to calm his
friends passionate outburst. It seemed to work, Castiel
finally calming down a little and slowing his pace, his lips now
lingering on Deans skin a little longer with every kiss.
Then eventually Cas began to suck at him with every press, tongue
tracing lazy circles into his skin, trailing a path downwards
until it found one of his nipples. Dean gasped, arching his back
as Castiels warm mouth sucked against the nub of flesh, his
fingers weaving into the back of Castiels hair as the other
boy bit and teased and laved with his tongue in apology.
And then Cas lips made a trail down Deans stomach,
and Deans breathing sped up in anticipation. Castiel looked
up at him in silent request as his fingers dipped into the
waistband of Deans trackpants, and Dean nodded. And then
Dean was naked, bared, glistening and aching with need.
Sliding his palms slowly up the insides of Deans thighs,
Castiel gently spread them apart, settling himself between them.
Then, tentatively, Cas brushed his fingers up Deans length,
and Dean released a strangled gasp at the touch. Castiels
fingers continued to trace his aroused flesh, and Dean squirmed,
clenching his fists into the bedsheets and trying to be patient
as he let the other boy explore.
When Cas finally flicked his tongue against the tip of
Deans erection, Deans hips reared up in response.
Hed never been so sensitive in his entire life.
And then Cas boldly licked up his entire length, and Dean nearly
sobbed, his entire body shuddering at the wet caress. Finally
Cas hands went to Deans hips, holding him down, and
Castiels mouth closed around the tip of his erection,
sucking and licking at it with his tongue. Dean keened and moaned
as his hips writhed in response, desperately needing more. He
wouldve pushed himself right up into Cas mouth, but
was grateful for the other boys hands holding him down. And
then finally Cas took him in, all the way, and Dean had
to shove a fist in his mouth as he cried out.
Slowly, Cas began a rhythm, up and down Deans cock with his
lips, and it was all Dean could do to not cry out with every bob
of Cas head. And then Cas released Deans hips, hands
exploring the insides of Deans thighs and the heavy flesh
in between, and Dean nearly melted into the bed. It was amazing,
and Dean couldnt tear his eyes away from the boy between
his legs, unable to believe it was finally Cas doing this to him,
making him feel like this was his first time, yet again.
And like his first time, all too soon Dean felt himself close to
the edge. But it was too fast, and this wasnt what he
wanted, so using all the willpower he could muster, he reached
down to push Cas away.
Cas, wait! he moaned weakly.
Cas looked up at him, confusion on his face.
What is it, Dean?
Just
cmere, he said, sitting up and
pulling Cas into his lap.
Was that not good? Castiel frowned worriedly.
No! I mean, yes, Cas. It was good, Dean rushed to
assure him. It was great, he panted,
pressing his forehead to Castiels.
A little too great, if you know what I mean?
Dean huffed out a laugh.
Castiel breathed out a small laugh of his own.
Dean pulled away enough to look into Castiels eyes,
searching their pupil blown depths as they gazed back at him
patiently.
Can we just
slow down a little? he asked
softly.
Castiel nodded, giving him a small smile. Dean returned the
smile, caressing the back of his fingers down Castiels
cheek and softly brushing his thumb brushing over Cas
kiss-swollen lip. Pulling Castiel closer he manoeuvred the other
boy down underneath him again.
This time when Dean leaned down to kiss Castiel it was soft, and
slow, and he took his time learning the shape of Castiels
lips against his, exploring the feel of the other boys
tongue as it meshed with his own.
Castiel made pleased noises somewhere in the depths of his
throat, his hands languidly roaming over Deans back and
gently pulling Dean in a little closer. Dean couldnt stop
himself from pressing against him, slowly rubbing his arousal
into the dip of Castiels hip as he responded with his own
murmurs of pleasure. Sliding his hand downwards, he cupped
Castiels erection against his palm, and Cas keened,
clenching his eyes shut at the pressure and pushing up into
Deans hand. Dean slowly rubbed the length through
Castiels pants, matching the pace of his own hips, and
Castiel moved with him, meeting the rhythm.
Then Dean slid his hand inside Castiels pants, and wrapped
his fingers around the other boys hardness. Castiel gasped
out loud at the touch on his heated flesh, and his hands gripped
at Deans shoulders tightly. Dean began stroking, slowly,
rubbing his thumb over the leaking head, and Castiels
entire body shuddered in response.
Dean
Castiel whimpered, turning his face away,
his eyes still squeezed shut against the sensations overwhelming
him.
Dean pulled away, taking his hand out of Castiels pants to
push them off. As he threw the pants to the floor he settled
himself in between Cas legs, pushing them apart as his
thumbs stroked the insides of Castiels thighs. Cas was so
beautiful like this, spread out before Dean and staring back at
him with such a burning ache in his big blue eyes
that Dean
suddenly felt nervous. Hed never done this to another guy
before. Sure hed had a lot of experience with girls doing
this to him, but this was completely different.
But then, this was Cas. And that very thought was enough
for Dean to want to plant his lips all over his body. Cradling
Cas length carefully with his hands, he closed his mouth
around the tip, sucking on it gently and licking at it
experimentally with his tongue. The action drew out a quiet groan
from the other boy, and encouraged, Dean slid his lips down
farther, taking Cas entire length in. Castiel hissed, hips
arching up into Deans mouth, and Dean had to hold him down,
his thumbs moving in soothing circles against Cas skin as
he began to move his mouth slowly up and down Castiels
cock.
Any doubts Dean might have had about this being weird flew out
the window. He couldnt get enough of Castiel whimpering and
shuddering under his hands, the heavy feel of the other
boys hardness against his lips, and the heady smell of soap
and something so undeniably Cas
that Dean found
himself rocking into the sheets, unbelievably aroused as well. He
used every bit of experience he had, trying out all the tricks
that hed enjoyed himself, and was rewarded every time with
gasps of pleasure, bucking hips, and small tightening spasms in
the warm hands around his wrists.
And then Castiel let him go, one hand going into his hair and
stroking through it tenderly, before those fingers softly brushed
down the side of his face. Dean opened his eyes at the caress,
and Cas was looking at him so intently that Dean felt a flush
begin to burn up his neck that had nothing to do with how aroused
he was.
Cas? he whispered uncertainly.
Castiel swallowed hard, then finally turned away, reaching over
to open the bedside drawer, and pulling out a condom and bottle
of lube.
Anxiety fluttered in Deans chest again. This was it.
Dean climbed up the bed, taking the lube from Cas with shaky
fingers.
Cas
you sure about this?
Yes! Cas breathed before Dean had even finished
speaking.
Okay, Dean nodded. Swallowing the lump of nervousness
in his throat, Dean opened the bottle of lube, covering his
fingers.
When his fingers were liberally drenched with the fluid, he
settled himself on top of Castiel more comfortably, reaching down
between the other boys legs. Castiels breath hitched
in his throat as Dean brushed against him, and he parted his legs
a little wider. Then Dean pushed in, and Castiel breathed
something like a sigh of relief underneath him. Dean pushed in
another finger, and when he was met with surprisingly less
resistance than he expected, he had to wonder if Castiel had done
this to himself before. His mind blanked out a little at that
thought, overwhelmed by the mental image, and he mustve
pushed a little too hard in response because Cas suddenly let out
a loud gasp beneath him. Dean cursed internally as he came back
to what he was doing. The sound Cas had made hadnt sounded
pained at all, but Dean went back to being cautious anyway. Very
slowly, he pushed in a third finger, and Castiel let out a low,
wrecked groan, clutching at Dean as his hips trembled.
Shhh, just relax, Cas, Dean soothed the other boy,
thrusting his fingers slowly and carefully as he stretched
Castiel out.
Castiel nodded, biting his lip as he turned away and squeezed his
eyes shut, trying to calm himself. Eventually Castiel began to
relax, and Dean pushed in further, flexing his fingers and
exploring. Castiels breath hitched again when Dean caressed
a particular spot, and encouraged, Dean pressed harder.
Dean! Castiel gasped, his eyes flying open.
Okay, Cas, okay, Dean whispered, pulling his fingers
out slowly. He reached for the condom, tearing it open with his
teeth and rolling it on. He was pleased to find it was the kind
with extra lube on it, but just to be safe, he grabbed the bottle
and applied more.
Castiel didnt take his eyes off him as Dean moved down to
position himself, and Dean found himself struggling to breathe a
little at the enormity of what they were about to do. Cas seemed
to sense his nervousness though, reaching up to cup Deans
cheek with his hand and caress it softly with his thumb. Dean
almost huffed out a laugh at the thoughtfulness of the gesture,
because, well, wasnt Cas supposed to be the nervous one
here? He gave the other boy a soft smile in response, leaning
down to kiss him again.
Pressing his forehead to Castiels, he pushed himself a
little way in. Cas gasped and panted underneath him, but again he
didnt meet as much resistance as he thought he would, so he
pushed in further, slowly but firmly seating himself inside the
other boy. Castiel was so warm around him, fitting
around him snug and just right, Dean had to pause,
steadying his ragged breaths.
Oh, God, Dean. Youre inside me! Castiel gasped,
Youre really inside me!
Shhh, its okay Cas, Ive got you, he
murmured.
Dean felt the other boy nod a little, and heard him trying to
calm his own rapid breathing. When Dean felt Cas had relaxed
enough again, he pulled back, and slowly began to thrust.
At first all Castiel could do was clutch at Deans
shoulders, anxious and overwhelmed, but eventually Cas hips
began to move, shakily matching Deans movements. Then Dean
sped up his pace a little, and Castiel met his rhythm with
growing confidence, wrapping his legs tighter around Deans
waist.
Dean settled into the embrace, planting lingering kisses on
Cas mouth, and the other boy released his grip on
Deans shoulders, hands cupping Deans cheeks as his
lips met Deans, stroking Deans face and neck with
trembling fingers.
Dean shifted his hips, aiming for that spot he had found earlier,
and after a few tries he found it. Castiel released a strangled
groan, and Dean kept pushing against that angle, thrusting deeper
with his hips, and Castiels hands went to his back, urging
him on as his mouth latched onto Deans.
All too soon they could barely even kiss each other, unable to do
anything other than gasp and moan against the drag of each
others lips. It was all too good, happening too fast, and
although every fibre in his body wanted to rush forward to
its conclusion, instead Dean slowed his pace again. He
wanted this to be good for Cas, wanted Cas to get as much out of
it as he was. Because this right here, was the best
hed ever had.
And probably the best he would ever have.
So Dean kept at his maddeningly slow pace, for longer than he had
ever lasted before, until Castiel was trembling beneath him, his
entire body shaking weakly and barely able to meet Deans
thrusts anymore. And even though Dean couldve come every
time Cas whimpered his name, he held back, thrusting slow and
steady and needing this to last forever. Needing to remember
every detail forever. And needing Castiel to remember it as well,
to remember Dean for the rest of his life. Because Dean
knew he would never forget this for as long as he lived.
Dean! I cant-- I need
Dean, please!
Castiel whimpered helplessly beneath him, shutting his eyes tight
as the wet streak of a tear rolled down the side of his face.
Dean couldnt drag this out any longer.
He reached down in between their bodies, grasping Cas
length in his hand and giving it a couple of firm strokes, and
Cas let out a strangled sob, climax spilling over Deans
hand as Cas body clenched and throbbed around him.
It was enough to drive Dean over the edge as well, face buried in
Castiels neck, crying out Castiels name into his
skin.
~
Dean carefully pulled himself out, unable to look the other boy
in the eye as Castiel hissed at the loss of contact.
He got out of bed straight away and went to the bathroom,
flushing the condom down the toilet and cleaning himself off. For
the second time that night he found himself leaning over a sink,
splashing water on his face and heaving a weary sigh. Only this
time, he couldnt even bring himself to look at his
reflection, not wanting to see what it held.
He found a small washcloth and brought it back to the bedroom,
sliding back into the bed and gently cleaning Castiel off.
"Thank you, Dean," Cas whispered, and Dean nodded
mutely in response, still unable to meet Castiel's gaze.
The other boy fell asleep beside him almost immediately, utterly
exhausted, but Dean stayed awake, watching his friend until the
sun began to rise, stroking his fingers through Cas hair
and whispering all the things hed ever wanted to tell the
other boy, pretending that Cas said them all back.
And if the pillow was a little wet when Dean left, well, he was
sure it would be dry by the time Cas woke up.
~
Cas called him the next day, but he ignored it. Cas sent him
messages, asking him where he was, if he was okay, if they
were okay
but he didnt reply.
For weeks, Cas kept trying to reach him
but Dean never once
answered.
Castiel had utterly ruined him.
Dean had wanted to remember every detail of that night
and
he did. Too well.
It haunted him. Followed him everywhere. Day and night.
How the hell was he supposed to move on from this?
How the hell was he supposed to go back to being
friends?
And how the hell was he supposed to say goodbye?
~
Dean lay curled up in his bed, staring blankly out the window and
trying to remember to breathe every once in a while.
It was the day of Cas flight.
Cas was leaving.
And every time Dean remembered that, he had to swallow down the
lump that threatened to spill up his throat into screams.
His hands twitched uselessly beside him, wanting nothing more
than to grab Castiel in his hands and never let go.
But Cas was leaving.
And then his hands itched to curl into fists and beat at
something until they were bloody and raw.
But instead, he just tried to remember to breathe every once in a
while.
~
Deans phone rang.
But he knew who it was.
He almost didnt hear the phone beep, alerting him he had a
voicemail. But sometime after, his hand reached out, of its own
accord, and picked up the phone.
Drawing in a shaky breath, he began to listen.
Dean, Castiels voice came through the speaker,
still scratchy and deep like it had been that night, and
Deans eyes clenched shut as his chest constricted.
Im at the airport, waiting for my plane, so I thought
Id try to get through to you one last time. Castiel
drew in a shaky breath. I sorry, Dean. Im sorry
things changed between us. I already miss you so much
Castiel said, his breath hitching. I didnt know it
would be this hard
But I just
I just wanted to have
you one time
Just once before I had to
leave. Dean, Ive been in love with you since I first saw
you leaning against your locker door-- Castiel choked off.
Im sorry, I shouldnt have said that,
Castiel said in a rush. Im sorry I was so selfish,
Dean. I just
I just hope you dont hate me too much. I
know its probably too much to ask, but I hope that someday,
maybe we could even be friends again. Another deep breath,
and then, Goodbye, Dean.
Dean was barely breathing by the time the message ended.
And before he knew it he was throwing himself into his car,
breaking a bunch of road rules, and desperately praying he would
get to the airport in time.
Castiel loved him.
Cas loved him!
Cas had been in love with him
for as long as hed
been in love with Cas!
And it all made sense now, as memories of the past year
theyd spent together flashed through his head, every action
and reaction replayed
every word, every small smile, every
soft touch
and oh god, that night
every moment must have been as achingly perfect and as painful
for Cas as it had been for him
And now Cas was leaving, thinking Dean hated him. Cas was going
off to college and was probably going to let some other guy put
his hands all over him
and that? That was just not
going to happen. There was no way Dean was going to let
Castiel go without telling him how he felt.
He ran through the airport as fast as he could, his heart leaping
through his chest as he pushed his way through security checks
and idling travellers to get to Castiels departure gate. He
was almost beginning to think he was too late
When finally
he saw the slumped back of a trenchcoat, disappearing around the
corner of the connecting hall to the plane.
Cas! he called out, running into the corridor and
ignoring the surprised protests of the gate attendant.
Dean? Cas came back around the corner, confusion
crossing his features.
Dean ran right up to the other boy, grabbed Castiel by the
lapels, and crushed his lips to Cas mouth.
Castiel squeaked in surprise, before he melted into the kiss,
dropping his bag and wrapping his arms around Deans neck,
and kissing him back for all he was worth.
Dean finally had to pull away for air, pressing his forehead to
Castiels.
Cas, Dean rasped, I love you, too. Ive
been in love with you since I saw your stupid big blue eyes on me
the first day of school.
Dean, Castiel exclaimed breathlessly, eyes wide with
shock and hope as he pulled back to search Deans face, and
softening at what he saw there.
And then the gate attendant cleared her throat behind them,
politely but pointedly.
Castiel choked out a pained noise, clenching his fists into the
back of Deans shirt as he pressed his forehead to
Deans again.
All that time theyd wasted. And now Castiel had to leave.
Deans hands let go of Castiels coat, moving up to cup
Cas face and caressing the other boys cheeks softly
with his thumbs.
Wait for me, Cas, he whispered. Im gonna
come to you. As soon as I get together enough cash,
Ill make my way to you. I wanna be with you, Cas.
Dean, Cas breathed, his voice shaky and overwhelmed,
Of course Ill wait! he promised. Then Cas let
out a small snort. Ive waited this long havent
I?
Dean huffed out a laugh.
But, Dean, Castiel murmured, serious now, That
doesnt mean that I dont want you to hurry.
Dean nodded, grinning as he pulled Cas in for another kiss, this
time gentle, and full of promise.
Im sorry, sir, but you really have to go, the
gate attendant interrupted softly. Dean wrenched his lips away.
Okay, Dean breathed, stroking Castiels face one
last time. Finally he pulled away. Okay, he said
again to the gate attendant, before looking back at the other
boy.
See you soon, Cas, Dean murmured, reluctantly backing
away. Castiel gave him a soft, but sure smile.
Soon.
POSTSCRIPT
10 years later, Dean Winchester was running his own garage,
Castiel Novak was running Deans books
And when Dean
went to his High School reunion with Cas by his side, he felt
like a winner.
~ fin
Bonus! Check out the epilogue
here
:)