Dirty Lovin
Title: Dirty Lovin
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to CW/WB
Author's notes: Written for inanna1130 for the whedonland Fic-Fest.
Summary: Post 4x17 - Dean is angry and confused and wants some answers.
Dean was pissed off. No, pissed off was too mild a term… he was enraged. Yeah, that would do. Enraged. Why? Because the angels had toyed with his and Sam’s minds, dumping in that hell of a reality and making him… normal!
He shuddered at the thought.
And where the hell had Castiel been during all of this? Wasn’t he, supposed to be his charge? Why wasn’t he watching his back? Why the hell had he left him there for that Zachariah to experiment on?
Who the hell was he anyway?
“Castiel!” he shouted again.
He was currently standing outside in Bobby’s yard, the sun beginning to set behind the stack of cars to his left, the ground soggy and muddy from the rain that had fallen earlier that day, so much so that he had to keep moving or else he would start to sink.
“Castiel!”
“You called?”
Dean whipped round to see Castiel standing not three feet away from him, dressed in his usual attire and looking for all the world like he had no idea why Dean was so angry.
“Where the hell have you been?” Dean asked, stomping over to him.
“I was with my brothers and sisters at the barracks,” Castiel told him, a look of confusion passing over his face, “Why?”
“Why?” Dean snapped, “Do you have any idea what’s been happening to me and Sam? What your friend Zachariah did?”
Castiel sighed and looked down, “Yes, I am aware.”
“And you just let him play with us like that?” Dean asked incredulously.
“Zachariah is my superior Dean,” Castiel explained, “It was not up to me what, if any, kind of test he wishes to put you through.”
“Test?”
“Yes, he wanted to make sure that you were ready to face your destiny.”
“Fuck destiny!” Dean shouted, thrusting a finger into Castiel’s face, “I needed you and you weren’t there!”
“You may be my charge, but I am not your guardian angel Dean. It’s not my job to, protect and shelter you from the world.”
Putting his hands on his hips, Dean breathed heavily through his nose in irritation, “Did you even care that he might have left me there?”
“No. I had faith that you would choose the correct path.”
“And what if I didn’t huh? What if I liked the swanky apartment, the well paying job, the suits, the lover they gave me? What if I preferred that to this?”
“They gave you a lover?” Castiel asked in surprise.
“That’s another thing,” he hissed, “They made me gay!”
Castiel smiled slightly, “No one made you gay Dean.”
“No?” Dean asked, “Then how come, I mean…”
“Dean, was your lover male?”
Dean blushed and turned away from him, unable to answer.
“Dean, Zachariah did not change you in anyway except to wipe your memory, give you a new one and put you in a different situation,” Castiel explained, “Underneath it all, you were still you, still the same Dean Winchester.”
“I am not gay,” Dean said as he spun round.
Castiel said nothing, just raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m not, I can’t be.”
Taking matters into his own hand, Castiel reached forward, grabbed Dean by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him into a hard kiss.
Dean tried to pull back and away from him, but Castiel’s hold on his was too strong so he had no choice (or at least that’s what he told himself) but to kiss back, wrapping his hand around Castiel’s neck and hold him close as he explored his mouth with his tongue.
When he felt Dean begin to respond, Castiel relaxed his hold enough for Dean to pull away, but unsurprisingly, he didn’t and instead pushed Castiel up against the car they were standing beside. Castiel dropped his hand, brushing it over Dean’s stomach, down past his navel and coming to a halt as he cupped Dean’s extremely evident arousal.
Pulling back, Dean stared down at his hand.
“If you’re not attracted to men, then why are you aroused?” Castiel asked.
Dean made to step away in anger, but because he had been standing still in the mud too long, his feet were stuck. He stumbled slightly, flailing slightly as he lost his balance. He reached out, grabbing onto Castiel to stop him from falling, but all it did was pull him off his balance too and together they both tumbled to the ground.
They landed with a loud squelch, mud splashing over them… well, mostly over Dean as Castiel had landed on top of him.
“Urgh, I think I got some up my nose,” Dean said as he made to rub the mud off his face but thought better of it when he saw all the mud on his hands.
Castiel smiled down at him, “That is unfortunate,” he said.
Dean looked up at him, not happy with the lack of mud on Castiel’s face and so he reached up and dragged his fingers from Castiel’s hairline to his chin before wiping the remainder off on both of his jaws.
“Now who’s unfortunate?” Dean asked.
“That wasn’t very nice Dean,” Castiel said.
Dean shrugged, “I’m not a nice guy,” he said.
Castiel cocked his head to the side slightly, wondering why he would say that, but deciding not to argue at this point, as there was something he wanted to do, something that worried him.
As Castiel fell quiet, Dean noticed how his eyes darted down to look at his lips and then back up again. Was he thinking about kissing him again? Was he wanting to prove another point or did he actually want to kiss him?
“Cas?” he asked quietly.
“Dean?” Castiel asked back.
Dean took that as his cue, cupping Castiel’s face as he pushed up and captured his lips with his own, kissing him softer than he had previously, while ignoring the slight taste of mud.
Castiel lowered himself completely, kissing Dean with all the passion he could muster. He knew what he was doing was wrong, that this was what his superiors had been worried about, but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, not even when Dean spun them so that he was lying on his back, completely at Dean’s mercy.
When Dean pulled back from the kiss, smiling down at him, Castiel couldn’t stop himself, “Are you sure you’re not gay?” he asked.
Dean lowered his eyes, his smile disappearing slightly, “I don’t know Cas,” he admitted, “I’m just… confused.”
Castiel stroked a gentle hand through his hair, not only soothing Dean, but also spreading more mud through his blonde locks.
“Am I helping to clarify things?” Castiel asked.
Dean stared down at him, surprised to see nervousness in Castiel’s eyes, “Yeah,” he said with a small nod, “Yeah you are.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour or so later, Dean traipsed back into the house taking his boots off just inside the back door and hanging his mud covered jacket up on the coat hook on the wall.
“What the hell happened to you?” Bobby asked.
“Fell over,” Dean said, ignoring the weird look Sam was giving him and making to step forward so he could go get changed.
“Oh no you don’t,” Bobby said, “You ain’t trailing that mud through my house.”
“But… I need to shower,” Dean complained.
“Strip off, then you can go.”
Dean grumbled but did as he was told, stripping off down to his boxers, “Now can I go?” he asked.
“Sure,” Bobby nodded, seemingly satisfied that there would be no mud smeared on his walls.
As he walked past them both, Sam and Bobby both turned to watch him, both of their brows shooting up in surprise when they saw the large muddy hand print on Dean’s butt.
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to CW/WB
Author's notes: Written for inanna1130 for the whedonland Fic-Fest.
Summary: Post 4x17 - Dean is angry and confused and wants some answers.
Dean was pissed off. No, pissed off was too mild a term… he was enraged. Yeah, that would do. Enraged. Why? Because the angels had toyed with his and Sam’s minds, dumping in that hell of a reality and making him… normal!
He shuddered at the thought.
And where the hell had Castiel been during all of this? Wasn’t he, supposed to be his charge? Why wasn’t he watching his back? Why the hell had he left him there for that Zachariah to experiment on?
Who the hell was he anyway?
“Castiel!” he shouted again.
He was currently standing outside in Bobby’s yard, the sun beginning to set behind the stack of cars to his left, the ground soggy and muddy from the rain that had fallen earlier that day, so much so that he had to keep moving or else he would start to sink.
“Castiel!”
“You called?”
Dean whipped round to see Castiel standing not three feet away from him, dressed in his usual attire and looking for all the world like he had no idea why Dean was so angry.
“Where the hell have you been?” Dean asked, stomping over to him.
“I was with my brothers and sisters at the barracks,” Castiel told him, a look of confusion passing over his face, “Why?”
“Why?” Dean snapped, “Do you have any idea what’s been happening to me and Sam? What your friend Zachariah did?”
Castiel sighed and looked down, “Yes, I am aware.”
“And you just let him play with us like that?” Dean asked incredulously.
“Zachariah is my superior Dean,” Castiel explained, “It was not up to me what, if any, kind of test he wishes to put you through.”
“Test?”
“Yes, he wanted to make sure that you were ready to face your destiny.”
“Fuck destiny!” Dean shouted, thrusting a finger into Castiel’s face, “I needed you and you weren’t there!”
“You may be my charge, but I am not your guardian angel Dean. It’s not my job to, protect and shelter you from the world.”
Putting his hands on his hips, Dean breathed heavily through his nose in irritation, “Did you even care that he might have left me there?”
“No. I had faith that you would choose the correct path.”
“And what if I didn’t huh? What if I liked the swanky apartment, the well paying job, the suits, the lover they gave me? What if I preferred that to this?”
“They gave you a lover?” Castiel asked in surprise.
“That’s another thing,” he hissed, “They made me gay!”
Castiel smiled slightly, “No one made you gay Dean.”
“No?” Dean asked, “Then how come, I mean…”
“Dean, was your lover male?”
Dean blushed and turned away from him, unable to answer.
“Dean, Zachariah did not change you in anyway except to wipe your memory, give you a new one and put you in a different situation,” Castiel explained, “Underneath it all, you were still you, still the same Dean Winchester.”
“I am not gay,” Dean said as he spun round.
Castiel said nothing, just raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m not, I can’t be.”
Taking matters into his own hand, Castiel reached forward, grabbed Dean by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him into a hard kiss.
Dean tried to pull back and away from him, but Castiel’s hold on his was too strong so he had no choice (or at least that’s what he told himself) but to kiss back, wrapping his hand around Castiel’s neck and hold him close as he explored his mouth with his tongue.
When he felt Dean begin to respond, Castiel relaxed his hold enough for Dean to pull away, but unsurprisingly, he didn’t and instead pushed Castiel up against the car they were standing beside. Castiel dropped his hand, brushing it over Dean’s stomach, down past his navel and coming to a halt as he cupped Dean’s extremely evident arousal.
Pulling back, Dean stared down at his hand.
“If you’re not attracted to men, then why are you aroused?” Castiel asked.
Dean made to step away in anger, but because he had been standing still in the mud too long, his feet were stuck. He stumbled slightly, flailing slightly as he lost his balance. He reached out, grabbing onto Castiel to stop him from falling, but all it did was pull him off his balance too and together they both tumbled to the ground.
They landed with a loud squelch, mud splashing over them… well, mostly over Dean as Castiel had landed on top of him.
“Urgh, I think I got some up my nose,” Dean said as he made to rub the mud off his face but thought better of it when he saw all the mud on his hands.
Castiel smiled down at him, “That is unfortunate,” he said.
Dean looked up at him, not happy with the lack of mud on Castiel’s face and so he reached up and dragged his fingers from Castiel’s hairline to his chin before wiping the remainder off on both of his jaws.
“Now who’s unfortunate?” Dean asked.
“That wasn’t very nice Dean,” Castiel said.
Dean shrugged, “I’m not a nice guy,” he said.
Castiel cocked his head to the side slightly, wondering why he would say that, but deciding not to argue at this point, as there was something he wanted to do, something that worried him.
As Castiel fell quiet, Dean noticed how his eyes darted down to look at his lips and then back up again. Was he thinking about kissing him again? Was he wanting to prove another point or did he actually want to kiss him?
“Cas?” he asked quietly.
“Dean?” Castiel asked back.
Dean took that as his cue, cupping Castiel’s face as he pushed up and captured his lips with his own, kissing him softer than he had previously, while ignoring the slight taste of mud.
Castiel lowered himself completely, kissing Dean with all the passion he could muster. He knew what he was doing was wrong, that this was what his superiors had been worried about, but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, not even when Dean spun them so that he was lying on his back, completely at Dean’s mercy.
When Dean pulled back from the kiss, smiling down at him, Castiel couldn’t stop himself, “Are you sure you’re not gay?” he asked.
Dean lowered his eyes, his smile disappearing slightly, “I don’t know Cas,” he admitted, “I’m just… confused.”
Castiel stroked a gentle hand through his hair, not only soothing Dean, but also spreading more mud through his blonde locks.
“Am I helping to clarify things?” Castiel asked.
Dean stared down at him, surprised to see nervousness in Castiel’s eyes, “Yeah,” he said with a small nod, “Yeah you are.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour or so later, Dean traipsed back into the house taking his boots off just inside the back door and hanging his mud covered jacket up on the coat hook on the wall.
“What the hell happened to you?” Bobby asked.
“Fell over,” Dean said, ignoring the weird look Sam was giving him and making to step forward so he could go get changed.
“Oh no you don’t,” Bobby said, “You ain’t trailing that mud through my house.”
“But… I need to shower,” Dean complained.
“Strip off, then you can go.”
Dean grumbled but did as he was told, stripping off down to his boxers, “Now can I go?” he asked.
“Sure,” Bobby nodded, seemingly satisfied that there would be no mud smeared on his walls.
As he walked past them both, Sam and Bobby both turned to watch him, both of their brows shooting up in surprise when they saw the large muddy hand print on Dean’s butt.
THE END