Soulmates (1/8)
Title: Soulmates (1/8).
Author: ash_tree_house
Rating: NC-17 (for the whole story, just to be sure).
Genre and/or Pairing: AU, bit of fluff, soft porn, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Billy, Castiel/Allan.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Warnings: Bit of fluff, soft porn, Allan. And English is my second language. Unbeta'ed.
Word Count: 1873.
Summary: Dean has lost his soul mate and isn't interested in a new relationship. Castiel is a very naughty boy. And what will Allan do? This is my first ever fic. Please be gentle with me.
Soulmates
MONDAY
Dean parked his car outside the course center and walked up to the heavy doors. He was in good time and he leasurely found the room he was to be in for the week. He had had a quiet morning, waking early as always. He had taken a shower, made breakfast and a packed lunch with fruit and had watched the latest news before leaving and locking up the empty house. It would greet him with just as much emptiness when he returned later in the day.
Dean had been alone for 7 years; ever since his boyfriend Billy had been killed by a burglar. Dean and Billy had been staying with some friends and Dean and them had left one morning to go to town. The police had hypothesized that the intruder had kept watch over the house and when he thought it was empty he had broken in. He must have been surprised to find Billy in the house and had stabbed him with a kitchen knife. Then he probably panicked because nothing had been stolen. Dean would never forget the sight when they'd come back a few hours later; Billy lying in a pool of blood in the kitchen. It had been so painful for him to lose his soul mate that he had put all thoughts of a new relationship aside and had focused on his job.
Billy had been a gentle soul. A short wiry guy with jet black hair that was slightly long and wild but soft enough that it fell over his eyes and made Dean want to kiss him all the time. Billy had always known he was gay whereas Dean only realized after he had known Billy for a couple of months. He had thought they were just great friends but after a while he had to admit to himself that it was more than just friendship he felt towards this always happy young man. Now, 7 years later, Dean had made a great reputation for himself at work, having been promoted a couple of times and now chosen to take part in this course about computer software, which meant the bosses were probably looking to promote him once again. Dean wouldn't mind a promotion. Not that he needed the money because he didn't have many expenses. The mortgage on his house was paid out and he took good care of his clothes so he didn't have to buy new ones that often. He usually managed to jazz up his look with a new tie in a different colour. There is really only so much you can do with black suits and white shirts. The furniture in his house was sparse but comfortable. A soft sofa in front of the medium sized flat screen TV that didn't get much use, a good chair for reading - yes he probably spent most of his money on books - a small dining table with four chairs, his book shelves and upstairs his comfortable bed and newly decorated bathroom. If it couldn't be any other way then Dean would say he was content with his life.
And now he sat in front of one of the computers looking at the other people coming into the room. There were about 10 men and 5 women; all looking like they held an important position at their work place. The room was set up with long tables against each other each having five computers on them. Dean noticed a couple of the women giggling and sticking their heads together. He looked to see what the cause for their teenage behaviour was and saw the probably most handsome man he had ever seen. He was tall and slender and wore black suit trousers, a white shirt and a dark red tie. His hair was short and black and he had a stubble that looked like it would sprout as soon as it had been shaved. The man went to a computer on the opposite table from Dean's, sat on the chair, swivelled round so he was facing the computer, dug his heels into the carpet and dragged himself up to the table. It was all very graceful but Dean almost laughed out loud because it was also very childish.
* * * * *
Castiel had parked his car and arrived at the course center at the last minute. He really didn't need to take this course but his boss had insisted and his boyfriend, Allan, had thought it would be a good way to show commitment to the company. Maybe he could get that promotion they had talked about for so long. Or Allan had talked about. Castiel didn't want a promotion. He didn't need any more responsibilities and he didn't want more work. He and Allan lived comfortably in a big apartment in the centre of town with all mod cons and even a cleaner. Allan was trying to make it in the fashion world; had sold a few designs but it was a tough business so he really relied on Castiel to pay their bills. Castiel didn't mind because he loved Allan but he didn't feel the need to be able to buy the moon and recently a feeling of resentment had sneaked into his world when he and Allan talked about Castiel's work. He had decided to take the course and use the week as a breather to figure out how he really felt about his job. Maybe being away from it all would help him see things clearer.
He hurried to the classroom and found himself a computer opposite a young, not ugly man. Wait. On second thought the young man was rather gorgeous. He had very short sandy hair, olive green eyes and under that suit there was surely a well trimmed body. Castiel thought of Allan but decided not to feel guilty. He was only looking and what would the odds be that the first man he noticed was gay and single. Especially someone as good looking as this man. Castiel turned his attention to the teacher who had started telling them what the course would be about, when luch was and other bits of useful information. His eyes returned to rest on the face of the handsome young man who was giving the teacher his undivided attention. No. Better not, he thought. Focus on the teacher.
* * * * *
Dean unlocked his front door and went inside. He opened the door to the garden and then made a quick dinner, pasta with vegetables, which he ate on the patio outside in the shade. He let the impressions of the day sink in. It had been a typical first day. All the practical things had been dealt with, everybody had to introduce themselves and the course material had been handed out. Dean absentmindedly thought of the man the women had been giggling about. Castiel his name was. Very unusual. He had received a fair share of attention from the women during the lunch break but he hadn't seemed interested; at least from what Dean had seen. He himself had found a bench outside in a green area where he could get some fresh air and eat in peace.
When he had finished his dinner he did the dishes while listening to a discussion on the radio about the benefits of organic food. Afterwards he spent some time trying to wash out a stain of coffee he had gotten on the rug yesterday. Luckily, the rug was speckled white and brown with a little purple so if he couldn't get it out completely it wouldn't show too much. He had spent many evenings doing little jobs like this. When you live alone and don't really have any friends you have what seems like an abundance of time to get your house in order. Dean's house was spotless and over the years he had purged everything that he didn't use on a regular basis. He felt it made his life a little easier every time he got rid of something. Like a stone had been liftet and he could fly a little higher. Now he had come to the point where there really wasn't anything else to get rid of and instead he turned his attention to cleaning the house, learning Italian and playing the guitar. It was Billy's guitar; a light blue Fender. Billy had loved it. He had bought it when he was a teenager after working throughout the summer at his local pizza house in the small town where he grew up. Dean had met him for the first time at a gig Billy's band had played. They played rock music and all the girls swooned over Billy but they didn't have a chance. He had cooly told them he wasn't interested in girls, his steel grey eyes looking at Dean, and save for a few who thought they could make him change his mind the girls instead turned their attention to the lead singer. Billy had later told Dean that he wanted to be with him from the first time he saw him and that he initially had been heart broken when he found out Dean wasn't gay. But he had decided to at least stay friends with Dean and of course that turned out to be a good decision because Dean had fallen in love with Billy.
Dean brushed his teeth and went to bed with Samuel Pepys' diaries. Pepys wrote everything in great detail and left nothing out. He even mentioned the time his wife had caught him having sex with her maid. The thought made Dean huff out a laugh.
* * * * *
When Castiel came home that afternoon Allan had bought Chinese take away and Castiel was getting hungry so he was very grateful. Chinese wasn't his favourite, though, but he could appreciate the effort. While they ate Allan asked him about his day and the course. Castiel entertained him with how the women had tried to get his attention during lunch and Allan laughed but apparently still felt he had to stake his claim because it wasn't long before he had enticed Castiel into the bedroom. Their love making had become a little mechanic lately, mostly because Castiel was unhappy with the way Allan pressured him to make more effort at work. As he was thrusting into Allan who was on all fours he suddenly saw a glimpse of Dean in his mind and he felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. He was surprised because he hadn't even spoken to him. Castiel had seen him at lunch going to sit by himself. A loner, then. Castiel was most intrigued. The man seemed very particular with his clothes and had even brought his own lunch instead of buying in the cafeteria. Castiel returned to the task at hand and with Dean on his mind he came with a groan deep in his throat. As he and Allan laid side by side and caught their breath Castiel asked if he could take the leftover take away with him for lunch the next day. Allan said that would be fine.
Part 2