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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Punk_Castiel, Jock_Dean, Bottom_Dean, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Fuckbuddies, Implied/Referenced_Self-Harm, Triggers, Underage_Drinking,
      Topping_from_the_Bottom, Barebacking, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Shower_Sex,
      Family_Drama, Homophobic_Language, Angst_and_Fluff_and_Smut, Eventual
      Romance, im_sorry_in_advance, @_god_r_we_still_good_can_we_just_overlook
      this_and_let_me_into_heaven_anyway?
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-08 Completed: 2015-09-14 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 8576
****** Calculus and Hate Sex ******
by firstladymisha
Summary
     Castiel had flashing memories of drunk sex, angry sex, and three a.m.
     booty calls, all centered around the freckled face of Dean
     Winchester, Valley High School’s all-star quarterback. I mean, Cas
     probably hated the kids’ guts, but he was good sex wrapped in a
     letterman’s jacket.
     Well, hate was a strong word.
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Mr. Novak. I am fully aware this is only your second time in my classroom, and
for that reason I will excuse your poor manners. However, seeing as how it is
January and this class began in September, your total of 94 as absences require
an explanation.”
“On the syllabus it says you run this class like a college lecture. I don’t
have to show up, I just need to write the papers and take the exams.” He swung
his hands around him like a magician announcing his next trick.
“So here I am.”
The teacher stood beside Castiel’s desk, where his stretched out legs filled up
most of the aisle and his cocky smirk grabbed the attention of the rest of the
students. She tapped her foot searching for a response, but eventually slid a
thick packet across his desk towards him and set a ballpoint pen on top of it.
“You have forty minutes. Do try your best. I would hate to have to deal with
any of you next year.” She leaned in close to Castiel. “See me after class.”
Castiel sucked on his teeth and opend up the thick test packet, the words
ADVANCED CALCULUS MIDTERM where printed across the cover page in large bulky
lettering.
Castiel finished his test in twenty seven minutes, and spent the rest of the
class fingering the septum piercing that flashed silver in the sunlight against
his skin. Every few minutes a different student would gaze back at him in
fascination or suspicion, not that Cas blamed them, he never showed up anyway,
he was just getting 92 days worth of stares, so he would met them with a
intense gaze or a cocky smirk.
When the bell finally dismissed them, and Castiel attempted to saunter of the
classroom with his usual gait, he was pulled backwards by the collar of his
jacket and back inside the classroom by the teacher.
“What can I help you with?” Cas asked, his voice taking on it’s usual tone of
false sweetness.
“If you want to pass my class you need to put in at least the minimal effort.”
“Hey, I took your midterm, probably aced it too-”
“I have no doubt you got a very high mark on the test Mr. Novak. You are one of
my brightest students, and one of my laziest, which is why I’m serving you with
an ultimatum.”
“Which is?”
The teacher adjusted her glasses on her face and looked up at Castiel.
“Either you help one of my students who is struggling, or you fail, which means
no graduating in June. If he fails, you fail.”
“That’s not fair-”
“I will decide what is fair in my classroom Mr. Novak, so you can either tutor
this student, or you can repeat this scenario next year.”
Cas chewed on the inside of his lip and after a long drawn out sigh, he spoke.
“What class?’
“Remedial Calculus.”
“Remedial-”
“Castiel.” The teacher spoke firmly.
“Fine. When do I start?”
“Today would be nice.”
“Today?”
“Yes, today. I can arrange it at the library, or-”
Cas cut her off by leaning around her and scribbling something on a post-it on
her desk.
“There’s my address, don’t let the kid stop by until four.”
“Why four?”
“I need time to mentally prepare myself for dealing with their “Remedial”
stupidity.” Castiel waved a two fingered salute and backed out of the room. He
walked down the hall and into the empty bathroom.
He paused in front of one of the mirrors, looking at his reflection. He would
have to re-dye his hair soon, the green ends where almost faded. He centered
his septum piercing and stuck out his tongue to inspect his tongue barbell. He
liked symmetry on his face, which is why he only got a piercing if it was
centered, or he got two.
He pulled his tongue back into his mouth when he noticed the bathroom door
creak open, and a familiar face appear from behind it.
Castiel had flashing memories of drunk sex, angry sex, and three a.m. booty
calls, all centered around the freckled face of Dean Winchester, Valley High
School’s all-star quarterback. I mean, Cas probably hated the kids’ guts, but
he was good sex wrapped in a letterman’s jacket.
Dean’s eyes flicked over Cas’s body, and Cas watched him from the mirror as the
door swung closed. They didn’t interact in public, because tarnishing Dean’
reputation apparently was not worth telling the world that Dean was possibly
the best bottom he’d fucked in a long time.
“Nice jacket Winchester, what’s the V stand for? Vanilla?” Cas murmured,
referring to first time they had hooked up and Dean had made it clear he didn’t
want anything even remotely adventurous. Cas was pretty sure it had been Dean’s
first time, but he was also pretty sure a couple other guys had been around
Dean’s part of town at some point between their first and second hook-ups.
“What’s with the long sleeves?” Dean asked, his voice mimicking Cas’ tone of
narcissism.
“What’s with the cock up your ass, oh wait.” Cas raised an eyebrow at Dean’
reflection.
“How’s that autosadism working for ya? I hear you only die when-”
“You wanna go Candy Ass, I hear asphyxiophilia is pretty fun if I don’t let you
say the safe word.”
“I doubt you could make me bat an eyelash.”
Cas turned around until he was face to face with Dean, his breath heavy on his
face, and he pushed against Dean, until he was backed into a corner. His face
lost it’s confidence and he swallowed slowly as Cas leaned in close to his
neck.
“Dean, Dean, Dean, always so tough until it doesn’t suit you anymore. Then
you’re just begging for a dick up your ass.” Cas smacked Dean’s cheek playfully
and took a few steps back. “I’ll call you if I decide that I need you.”
Cas turned and walked from the bathroom, leaving the image of Dean’s submissive
face etched into his pupils.
Cas didn’t stay at school long, and soon ducked out one of the side doors and
headed for home.
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Cas slid a cigarette between his lips and unlocked the door to his apartment.
He lived on the top floor of a decent looking apartment building, and he lived
alone. His rich dad hadn’t been thrilled at the realization of Castiel’s
interests, sexual or otherwise, and gave him a hefty bank account as long as he
didn’t show up at his house anymore. He couldn’t afford letting Castiel taint
his ‘good’ kids, with their boat shoes and coral colored shorts, and
recreational use of ecstasy on the family yacht.
He kicked off his boots, letting them thump against the wall and he pattered to
his kitchen to pull open the window. He threw his jacket onto the table and
stood in his kitchen, in nothing but a light blue t-shirt a pair of ripped
jeans and a pair of socks that had definitely seen better days.
Cas took a long drag form his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs
before exhaling slowly through his nose.
He glanced around his apartment. Honestly, it wasn’t to messy. Cas liked his
things in their proper places most of the time. Apart from a few glasses on
table tops and books left open to various pages, his mess was contained, at
least in the parts his guest would be seeing.
A knock echoed on Cas’ door, and his eyes retreated to the clock on his oven’s
face. He hadn’t realized how long it took to walk from the school to his house,
that was probably the kid he was supposed to tutor.
He cantered over to the door, and with the cigarette still perched between his
lips swung it open.
“I hope you don’t mind If I smoke ‘cuz I’m going to anyway.” Cas said, before
his eyes really settled on who stood on the otherwise. Cas’s eyes widened, and
he spoke around his cigarette. “Holy shit Winchester, you’re in Remedial?”
===============================================================================
 
“Shut up, I didn’t know that when I got a tutor it would be you, and if I had
known I wouldn’t have wanted one. I didn’t even know it was you until I got the
post-it with your address on it.” Dean pulled on his book bag strap slung over
one of his shoulders. “Now can I come in?”
Dean attempted to side step Cas but he moved so that he stood directly in front
of him, taking up the entire doorway.
“You’ve never been in my place as a guest, only a quick fuck, right?”
“Gee, you're such a sweetheart.”
“But am I wrong?”
Dean sighed and shifted his weight between his legs. “Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled.
“Then the rules are different. You stay out of my things, you stay out of my
bedroom, and you touch nothing without permission. You need to go to the
bathroom, you ask. You’re hungry, you ask. You don’t do anything, you don’t
touch anything, unless I say you can. Got it?”
“Sounds a lot like sex with you.”
“Sex with me is a lot more fun then calculus, I assure you. Do you understand?’
“Yeah, I understand.” Dean annunciated each word as if he was talking to a
young child.
“Good.” Cas stepped to the side and allowed Dean to push his way into the
living room.
Dean seated himself on the couch and set his bag on the floor beside him. From
it he pulled a thick binder and a textbook. Cas still stood in the doorway, and
after taking another drag form his cigarette he followed Dean to the couch.
Cas pulled the binder from Dean’s hands.
“Where are we starting?”
Cas asked as he leafed through the pages. Dean turned back a few pages and
pointed to a thick section of notes.
“If a function is linear (that is, if the graph of the function is a straight
line), then the function can be written as y = mx + b, where x is the
independent variable, y is the dependent variable, b is the y-intercept, and m
equals rise over run equal change in y over change in x. This gives an exact
value for the slope of a straight line. If the graph of the function is not a
straight line, however, then the change in y divided by the change in x varies.
Derivatives give an exact meaning to the notion of change in output with
respect to change in input. To be concrete, let f be a function, and fix a
point a in the domain of f. (a, f(a)) is a point on the graph of the function.
If h is a number close to zero, then a + h is a number close to a. Therefore (a
+ h, f(a + h)) is close to (a, f(a)).” Cas read aloud, his eyes flicked up to
Dean’s. “Do you understand a word of this, or did you just copy it down like a
mindless ape?”
Dean glanced down at the paper and back to Cas. His lips pulled tight against
his lips and he smirked from the corner of his mouth.
“Alright, ya know what,” Cas pulled out a worksheet from the disorganized
binder, and flipped it over. In blocky words, he wrote DEAN on the right side
of the paper and CAS on the other, and drew two lines turning it into a chart.
Cas drew a single tally mark under his name. “Every time you can answer a
question or tell me a definition, or show any form of intelligence, you get a
tally. If you can’t I get a tally.”
“What happens when the lesson's over?”
“Whoever has more tallies wins.” A sly smile crept onto Cas’s face.
“Wins what?” Dean asked, Cas’s implications not quite dawning on him.
“Whatever they want.”
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Castiel’s eyes scanned the paper, fifteen tallies sat parallel and exact under
his name, while only three resided on Dean’s side of the chart.
“Well, maybe you should study more for next time.” Cas’s voice was deep, and it
ground its way into Dean’s ears.
“You said that the winner gets-” Dean’s voice sounded small, smaller even then
Cas was used to.
“Don’t worry, you couldn’t handle me at my most intense, I save the special
equipment for only the best of them. Sorry to say you’re just not there yet,
Sweetass.” Cas leaned across the sofa until his face was only a few inches form
Dean’s. He pushed the binder onto the floor and grabbed the back of Dean’s neck
with one hand while using the other to grab the back of the couch. “Now take
your pants off.”
He pulled Dean’s face to his, and their lips collided roughly and desperately.
Cas used his hand on the couch to propel himself to a standing position,
pulling Dean with him. He yanked off his red sleeved lettermen jacket, and
began working the button and zipper of Dean’s pants and he pivoted Dean around
and began leading him to his bedroom.
Dean maintained kissing Cas through the difficult process of tugging off his
sneakers and t-shirt. Cas unzipped his own jeans in one deft moment, and slid
them off his legs, careful not to let his toes get caught in the rips and trip
him. He pressed both his hands onto Dean’s waist and pushed him backwards,
using his body weight to push open the bedroom door.
Cas continued to push him, until the back of Dean’s knees rested against the
edge of the king sized bed. Cas forced his body backwards, so that he laid with
his back on the bedspread and his legs dangling over the side.
Cas grabbed the edge of Dean’s pant leg, and proceeding to tug them off, Dean’s
boxers sliding a few inches lower down his legs. Cas smirked down at him, and
retrieved a small bottle of lube and a condom form his small bedside table.
He pulled down his boxers, and did the same to Dean, until he laid on Cas’s bed
naked and panting in wait.
Cas picked up the bottle of lube and used his knee to spread apart Dean’s legs,
nudging them apart until he had a exact view of Dean’s ass.
Cas squirted some of the clear liquid onto two of his fingers, and still using
his knees to hold Dean’s legs apart, slowly kneaded his fingers into Dean.
Dean’s hips bucked slightly and his eyes clenched shut.
Cas smiled with half of his mouth, and released his fingers with a soft sucking
noise.
He ripped open the condom packet, and slid it onto himself in one movement. He
used the lube still left on his fingers to slide over his now erect cock.
Cas released Dean’s knees form their restricted position and reached down to
grab him by the ankles.
His fingers wrapped around each of Dean’s paled ankles and hoisted them into
the air, pulling him a bit forwards so that his ass hung a few inches off the
edge of the bed. He switched his hand position, and once he held both of Dean’s
ankles in the air, he used the other hand to guide his cock into Dean’s tight
ass.
Dean made a noise halfway between a wince and a moan one Cas’ full length was
inside him.
“What’s the matter Sweetass, been a little while, huh? Did you miss me?”
Cas pulled backwards, pulling himself from Dean completely, before thrusting
back forward with harsh insistence.
With each thrust and stroke and harsh caress Dean groaned, a small moan
escaping his lips. Cas reached around Dean’s legs and clamped his hand firmly
across Dean’s mouth, silencing the moans against his fingers.
Cas continued to thrust into Dean, his toes curling in the air where they where
held.
Their bodies continues in their rescinding rhythm until they both climaxed in
their respective turns, and Cas pulled backwards out of Dean with a slick pop.
The room was silent except for the scraping of fabric and the heavy breath of
the two teenagers.
Dean glanced over at the clock on Cas’s bedside table. His breathing froze and
he bolted upright from the bed.
“Shit.” He hissed under his breath, pulling on his boxer sand scouring the
apartment for his clothes.
“Leaving so soon?” Cas asked, walking to lean with one shoulder on the bedroom
door frame. Still naked, and with a pronounced sense of arrogance about him.
“I was supposed to be home ten minutes ago.” Dean said, speaking like it made
everything perfectly clear.
“So what, you’re a bit late.”
“You live thirty minutes from my place, and you obviously don’t know what my
dad is like.” Dean said, pulling on his jacket over his newly donned clothes.
“I’ll call you a cab.” Cas offered half-heartedly.
“It’ll be faster if I run.” Dean slung his bag over his shoulders and rushed
back over to Cas, pulling him in for a rough kiss, and pushing him away just as
quickly. Dean turned and left the apartment, pulling the door shut behind him.
“Thanks for the-” Cas spoke, but the door clicked shut. “-great- time.” Cas
shifted his weight between his feet and retrieved a cigarette. He placed it
between his lips and lit it at the stove.
He took a long drag and blew it out of his nose before leaning back, naked
against the kitchen counter. His septum piercing caught the sunlight that
streamed though the window.
“Fuck, man.” Cas spoke aloud to himself. “Glad I took that tutor thing.”
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Cas blinked his eyes open, squinting against the afternoon sun. His mouth
lasted like his escapades the night before, and he gritted his teeth roughly as
he pulled his half clothed body from bed.
He stumbled to the bathroom, and stripped off his clothes before he threw
himself into a cold shower.
A knock on his apartment door drew him from the shower sooner then he would
have liked, and he wrapped a towel around his hips loosely before he exited the
bathroom.
It’s probably Dean, Cas thought as he entered the living room and crossed to
the door.
His hand gripped against the doorknob and he pulled open his door.
“Hey Sweetas-” Cas froze when he saw who was on the other side.
He stood with his shoulder pressed against the door frame, and his bronze hair
pushed back lazily from his face.
“Well, that’s a new one. Never been called that before.” He wore dress pants,
and shiny black shoes, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up just past
his elbows.
He strode past Cas with confidence, his hands resting easily in his pockets as
he viewed the apartment with a look of slight distaste.
“What- why- what the fuck are you doing here, Gabe?”
“I came to extend a formal invitation as it was.”
Cas stood, his head extended forward waiting to hear more. “So..”
“Mom’s running for re-election, and we need you to show up at a charity
dinner.”
“Why? I am paid often and well to keep my 'faggot face’ away form the cameras
and benefit dinners.”
“Well, the competition’s routing around in her closets, and we need you to step
back out of yours, a openly gay son would bring quite a few other parties
interest to a peak. Liberals, show ‘em a queer and they go nuts.”
“First of all, bi. Make the distinction, because Dad never could, and
secondly,” Cas motioned towards the door. “Get the fuck out of my apartment
before I bust your teeth in. I am not going to be anyone‘s pawn in an election
campaign. Let Mom know it was great to indirectly hear from her, but I don’t
want to ever again.”
Gabe shot Cas a look as if to say, ‘your loss really.', and sauntered out of
the door, sidestepping Dean, who had just arrived outside the door as it was
opened.
“Hey there, Sweetass.” Gabe quipped, shooting a smirk at his brother over his
shoulder.
“Only he gets to call me that.” Dean nodded in Cas’s direction.
“I bet he calls you more then that.” Gabe looked back at Cas. “If you
reconsider, let us now.”
“I will call the police if you’re not gone in exactly two point seven seconds,
I’m sure Mom wouldn’t want that on her record, would she. Goodbye Gabe.”
Dean watched Gabe sauntered down the hallway, his gait cocky and almost
condescending, like he knew he was better then you.
“Who the fuck is that?” Dean asked Cas, his feet planted squarely outside the
doorway.
“Don’t worry about it.” Cas grabbed a hold of Dean by the shirt and pulled him
into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. His lips clashed against
Dean’s showing his complete lack of interest in Calculus. Dean’s books feel
with a clatter onto the floor.
“You’re rather- persistent.” Dena muttered through kisses and gropes.
“I get horny when I’m irritated.” Cas mumbled into the flesh of Dean’s neck.
Cas pushed his hands up the back of Dean, running his hands up the smooth skin
of Dean’s muscular back. His hands worked their way down the Dean’s hips, and
slid beneath his belt. Just as his finger curled around the belt strap the
phone started to ring.
“Ignore it.” Cas mumbled into Dean’s mouth, kissing him and beginning to undo
his belt.
The phone continued to ring, and Cas hoped that whoever was calling would
simply hang up. Cas pulled Dean’s belt through it’s loops and tossed it to the
side, as the answering machine began to play.
“Hey, this is Cas, leave your whatever, bye.”
BEEP
“Hey Cas, I guess, it-s uh- it’s Richard. From last night Richard. I just
wanted to let you know that I had a great time and if you wanted to do it
again, just let me know. 555-678-3427.”
Dean’s fingers stopped dead on Cas’s skin, his lips pulling away and his hands
fell silently to his sides.
Cas rolled his lips between his teeth, and sighed under his breath, taking a
step away from Dean.
“You had someone over last night, after I left.” Dean’s voice was sharp and
exact, knowing just what to ask.
“It’s not like we were exclusive or-”
“Cas.”
“Yeah, yeah, I did.”
Dean leaned to pick his books up of the floor.
“Dean-”
“Don’t- just don’t.”
“Dean-”
Dean turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving Cas alone.
Cas watched Dean slam the door closed behind him, Cas felt like shit. Maybe he
didn’t hate Dean as much as he thought he did, maybe a part of him actually
liked him, but it seemed like he had fucked that up enough already. He had no
family, he had nobody, atleast nobody who cared.
He turned from the living room, tears stinging his eyes. He shouldn’t be
crying. Dean was just sex. But he was there, he was a concrete part of his
life, if he needed sex he was there for it. He was reliability Cas didn't get
anywhere else.
He stumbled to the bathroom, and clutched to the sink. He looked up at his
reflection, his fingers fumbled as he removed his septum piercing and his
tongue ring, stripping himself down until he was just a body, and nothing was
left to distinguish him from anyone else. He pulled a pair of scissors out of
his drawer, and began to snip off the blueish chunks of hair, letting them fall
in a ring around his feet.
He yanked open the mirror door of his cabinet, and pulled out a long blade, one
that had sat untouched for months, and he stepped into his shower. He turned on
the water, letting it run unbearably hot, and he fingered the blade he held in
his hands.
He would draw in silver, and paint in red.
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A knock echoed on Cas’s door. He pulled himself from the couch, his sweatpants
clinging uncomfortably to his pricking thighs. He had a beanie pulled tight
over his head. He pulled open the door, letting it swing open into his
apartment. Dean stood on the other side, snot clinging to his face and his eyes
red with irritation.
“Dean?”
“I’m sorry Cas. I didn’t- I had nowhere else to go. Nobody else would-” Dean
hiccupped heavily through his sobs. “No one else.”
“What’s wrong.” Cas reached to support Dean’s weight, as his legs threatened to
give way beneath him.
“My dad he-” that was all Dean had to say. Cas immediately understood.
“No.”
“Yeah, I come home without my belt, and he took my phone. I didn’t have a lock
on it. Cas he knows, he knows everything.”
 
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Cas pulled Dean to the couch, and set him down carefully, his body convulsed
against him with each sob.
“Hey, hey, look at me.” He held Dean’s face in his hands, and kneeled on front
of him. “Just breathe. “ Cas began to demonstrate each breath, and held eye
contact with Dean until he did the same. “Three.” Cas counted with each inhale.
“Four.” Cas counted as he held his breath. “Seven.” Cas sighed with every
exhale. “Three. Four. Seven. That’s the magic number. Three. Four. Seven.”
Dean breathed in conjunction with Cas’ counting, and once his sobs had lessened
he began o speak.
“He kicked me out Cas. Right in front of Sammy. Called me a fuckin’ queer. Told
me as long as I let other guys fuck me I wasn’t welcome in his house. Right in
front of Sammy. He’s only fifteen, Cas. He’s just a kid, that’s why I never
told anybody. I didn’t want Sam to have that on his plate ya know? I’m all he’s
really got in this world besides Dad. I’m it, and now he hasn’t even got me.”
Dean stopped when he realized he was babbling.
“It’ll be okay. It’ll be fine.” Cas pulled Dean’s head to his chest, an action
that surprised them both. Cas had never been very affectionate, not even with
his family.
“Fuck me.” Dean said, his words not at all mumbled despite the fact they where
spoken to Cas’s chest not his face. “Make me forget about everything. Fuck me
until I forget.” Dean’s hands fumbled loosely at Cas’ clothes, his actions
already half canceled before they where executed.
“No. Not like this. Never like this.” Cas held Dean’s hands between his,
cupping them like he did his face. “Not when you’re like this.” Dean’s hands
fell onto Cas’ lap. A small gasp erupting in his chest. Dean pulled his head
back to look at Cas.
“What’s the-”
“What’s your address, Dean.”
“Why-”
“What is it?”
Dean told him, his voice still raw from crying. Cas nodded, and slowly released
his hands from around Dean’s.
“Sit here. Breathe. Have a cup of tea. Just, don’t think. Try not to think.”
Cas patted Dean on his cheek and stood up.
“Cas, don’t mess with him. Promise me.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry. Remember what I said.”
Cas didn’t remember grabbing his car keys. He hadn’t driven his car for almost
a year. It had been a bribe from his family for him to stay gone, but there his
keys where, in is hand. He raced to the parking garage where his car sat, and
within minutes was in route.
He drove without thinking, and soon found himself sitting in his car, idling
outside the small trailer. It seemed simple enough. A sleek black car stood
parked beside it, it’s stark perfection a sharp contrast to the poor condition
of the home.
Cas pulled his keys from the ignition, and pushed open his door. The soft purr
of his cars engine fading away. Cas walked with long strides to the front door
of the trailer. He paused, and with one sharp movement, knocked soundly on the
screen door.
He heard the knock echo the inside of the trailer, and could see a shadow move
as the door was pulled open.
It must have been Sammy. His hair fell in boyish curls around his already
angular face, and he stood almost as tall as Cas.
“Who is it?” A gruff voice called from behind him, a obvious slur let Cas know
that whatever the situation with Dean and his father was, alcohol had only
worsened it.
“I don’t know.”
Sam said, calling over his shoulder. A huffing noise let Cas know that John had
risen from his chair, and was stumbling to the door.
Cas watched him come into view, and watched the blood rush form his face when
he recognized Cas.
“You.” John said, pushing Sam out of the way. His drunken state caused him to
push Sam harder then he intended, but Sam caught his balance. Sam backed away
from the door and into the living room.
“Me.” Cas said, crossing his arms and spreading his weight between each foot.
“What do you think you’re doing here.”
“Since you obviously recognize me from my dick pics I’ll make this short and
I’ll make this sweet. You, are an asshole. A giant asshole, possibly the
biggest asshole I‘ve ever met, and I was raised by politicians.” Cas paused to
take a short breath. “Second, your son is a fag. He’s a queer, he’s gay, he’s a
flaming buttfucking dickloving homosexual, and I have a feeling you would
probably be a bit more accepting of him if you talked to your sons more then
you talked to the bartender. Third, and by god, hopefully the last time I ever
speak to you. You need to accept him. He is your son, he is the one who decides
what nursing home they shove your drunk ass into once your drinking takes your
mind. He is the one who has to arrange for your funeral, he is the one who has
to comfort his little brother because Dad is not the man he is supposed to be.
He is the one who has the be Sam’s dad because you refuse to act like it, he is
the one who flips you over to make sure you don’t choke to death on your own
vomit at two in the morning. He is the one who has to be there for you whether
you approve of his sexuality or not. So you better be there for him, especially
now. Of all times, now!” Cas voice had slowly crescendo until he found himself
almost screaming up at John. “Your son is gay! He loves men! He likes me, and
you should still love him! You are the only reason he wouldn’t come out before!
He is terrified you won’t let him see his little brother anymore! He is
terrified of you!”
“He respects me.” John slurred.
“This is not respect. He is not crying and sobbing at my apartment because he
respects you! He fears you. Kids are not supposed to fear their parents.
They’re supposed to bring home whoever they love and feel loved enough to say,
‘Mom, Dad, this is who I love, this is who I fuck’ and by god. By god, If you
keep him away from Sam because of this I will sue you with the full force of
Congresswoman Naomi Novak’s legal team, and I will have them both taken away
from you if it is the last thing I do.”
“Get off my prop-”
“Goodnight Mr. Winchester. don’t choke to death before you come to your
senses.” Cas turned from the trailer, and walked back to his car.
When he sat back in the drivers seat and revved the engine John still stood in
the doorway, staring out at him.
“People are always quiet when they know you’re right.” Cas smirked to himself
from behind the tinted windows of his car.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Cas pushed open the door to his apartment, and listened for Dean.
“Dean?” Cas stepped into the apartment and threw his keys down on the table.
“Dean?”
Cas pulled off his shoes, and searched his apartment. He found Dean slumped
against the kitchen counter, a bottle of vodka in his hand, and a sloppy grin
plastered across his face.
“Heya-” A hiccup interrupted his greeting. “-Cas. Cas, ass, Cass’ ass. Where’s
you nose thing?” Dean smiled sloppily and pointed the bottle at Castiel’s face.
“Are you drunk?” Cas asked kneeling down in front of him.
“No, no.” A hiccup caused him to shake. “Jus’, jus’ a lil bit. Lil, lil bit.”
Dean used his finger to demonstrate a small amount. “Jus’ this much.” He
hiccupped again.
Cas pulled the bottle from Dean’s hands gently, and set it on the counter top
above them. Dean frowned boozily at having been cut off.
“You’re mean.” Deans slurred and pointed a finger against Cas’s chest. “Mean,
mean, Cas.”
“C’mon.” Cas pulled Dean slowly to his feet. He supported his weight and pulled
him to the bedroom, where he flopped him onto the bed. He pulled off the drunk
boy’s shoes and shirt, a substantial amount of vodka had ended up on it. Cas
walked to his closet, and retrieved a sweater. It was enormous of him, so it
would be large on Dean. He pushed Dean up by the back and pulled the sweater
over top of him, wrestling to pull him arms through the sleeves. Cas pulled off
Dean’s jeans and set them on the floor. He rolled Dean onto his side and sat
his head on top of one of the pillows. Cas fought to pull the comforter from
underneath Dean’s weight and threw it haphazardly over top of him.
Dean was snoring before Cas stopped to pick up his dirty clothes. Cas tossed
them into the hamper by the door and walked over to turn off the lights.
Cas watched Dean from the doorway, his mouth was slightly open and he slept
easily despite the large amount of vodka in his system. Cas smirked at the
situation.
“He’s just sex though, right Novak?” Cas mumbled to himself and flicked off the
light switch, pulling the bedroom door tight behind him as he went to make up a
bed for himself on the couch.
 
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The next morning Cas stood brewing a pot of coffee, watching each drop fall
into the glass pitcher. His hat had been abandoned at some point while he
slept, and his shirt had been deposited on his couch-bed when he had woken up.
He stood with his face supported in his palms watching the coffee brew.
Cas didn’t even like coffee, he was more a tea guy, but he figured Dean would
need some when he finally woke up.
Castiel still wore the grey sweatpants he had donned after his shower last
night, and they hung limply across his hips. He had put his piercings back in,
and he absentmindedly fingered the small metal ring in his nose.
Cas set out to find a clean mug to make himself a cup of tea, and he settled on
one with a lopsided snowman painted on the side. He filled it with water and
placed it in the microwave, his finger hovering over the start button when he
heard the front door of his apartment click open.
Cas swung around, and was faced with his four older brothers entering his
kitchen through the living room.
In truth, he never hated Gabriel or Balthazar. Michael and Lucifer were giant
dicks, but now they all stood in his apartment, all wearing terrifying smiles.
“What the hell-” Cas began, but his brother advanced upon him. Gabe pulled out
one of the chairs from the small table and set it in the middle of the kitchen.
Balthazar, forced him down into it and Michael and Lucifer stood on either side
of him once he was sitting.
“Cas, Cas, Cas. Gabe asked you nicely, why didn’t you just say yes. We could
have avoided all these un-pleasantries.” Lucifer said, his hand stuffed easily
in his pockets.
“Nothing with you dicks is ever pleasant.” Cas spat at him.
Michael picked up each of Cas’ arms, examining them briefly, before jabbing
suddenly and sharply at the uppermost part of Cas’s thighs. His fist hit the
fresh wounds there and sent a slight whimper from Cas’ throat.
“Always with the thighs, Cas. Always.” Michael muttered, pulling his hand back
to his side.
“Now. This is your last chance, because Mother’s benefit is tomorrow evening,
and we need you there.” Lucifer said calmly.
“Go to hell.” Cas spat.
“Not without you little brother.” Lucifer kneeled to his eye level and ran one
sharp fingernail across Cas’s thigh. Even though his sweatpants prevented skin
on skin contact the pressure was enough the reopen the wounds, and small red
dots started to appear against the grey material covering Cas’s legs.
Cas hissed sharply and threw his head back against the pain.
“Why aren’t you screaming yet?” Lucifer asked, digging in deeper. Cas pushed
himself back in the chair, but Lucifer kept his fingernail firmly against Cas’
thigh. Cas knew he just needed a distraction.
A click drew away everyone’s attention, as Cas’s bedroom door slowly opened.
Dean stopped in the doorway, his eye hooded from sleep, and the sweater hanging
across his shoulders. He had pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and they reached
his ankles where they where usually bunched up at Cas’s.
‘Cas?” Dean called, his eyes still adjusting to the light.
Cas’ brothers took in the sight of Dean, all six feet of him, and watched as
Dean’s eyes slowly adjusted.
“Cas.” Dean said, this time his voice sharp and hard, not sleepy. Dean’s eyes
flickered across Cas, his thigh still bleeding underneath Lucifer’s fingernail.
“That’s why.” Cas spat, kicking out at his brother, sending his falling
backwards, and standing up abruptly. Causing the chair beneath him to fall to
the ground. Cas reached for something and ended up jabbing Michael in the thigh
with a fork.
“See, if you hadn’t woken up my boyfriend we wouldn’t have a problem.” Cas
said, yanking the fork out of his brother. “Dean, would you kindly retrieve my
revolver from the bedside table. It seems we have a burglar problem.”
“Ah, ah.” Cas threw his form at Balthazar, who had been heading to the door, he
caught him in the ankle, causing him to fall. “Revolver please, and my cell
phone.” Cas said to Dean, who had disappeared back into the bathroom.
Cas held out his hand when Dean reappeared, and accepted the gun and phone. He
cocked a bullet into place, and aimed it at Lucifer, with his other hand he
dialed a number.
“Hello, Mother Dearest. Oh, I’m just here with your foursome of mouth breathing
dick monkeys. Oh, the benefit, no, I’m sorry to say I won’t be in attendance.
However, you may be down another son if they show up at my house again, do I
make myself clear. Yes, because I currently have a gun pointed at Asshat Number
One’s head. No, no harm, except for a little bullet wound in Lucifer’s leg. Oh
really, an extra thousand a month, better make it fifty. Alright, yes, yes. No
need for media attention, of course not, as long as you make sure your sons
understand they are not welcome. I’m sure, alright. Speak to you never.” Cas
pulled the phone form his ear and hit end call. “That, my boys, is how you
successfully perform extortion.”
“There’s no bullet wound-” Balthazar started.
Cas aimed lower and pulled the trigger, revealing there was no bullet in the
chamber. “There will be. First one’s always empty, that’s how it works.
However.” Cas cocked the gun again. “The second shot never misses.”
Cas aimed at Lucifer’s leg.
“Shall we test your luck?”
Cas watched as his brothers filed out of his apartment. When the door slid
closed Cas opened up the barrel of the gun to reveal six empty slots.
“Amateurs.”
***** Chapter 6 *****
“Shit Cas, you’re bleeding.” Dean stepped towards him.
“It’s nothing. It hurt more then it was worth.” Cas brushed away the hands that
sought to help him.
Dean stood off to the side, working his lips between his teeth as he thought to
himself.
“You want coffee?” Cas set the empty revolver on the counter and fished a cup
from the cabinet.
Dean watched Cas’ back as he poured coffee from the pot into the mug.
“You called me your boyfriend.” Dean finally spoke.
Cas stopped pouring coffee and set the coffee pot down.
“Should I not have?”
“No, it’s not that- I just didn’t think we were- I did think you’d want to-”
Cas turned around slowly, and looked at Dean. He looked down right flustered.
His neck was flushed like it was after they fucked and his freckles were rimmed
with layers of pink. Cas closed the distance between them in two long steps,
taking Dean’s hips into his hands, slipping his hands under the sweater and
running his thumbs across his hipbones.
“What makes you think I wouldn’t want to?” Cas asked, nuzzling his face into
Dean’s blushing neck and playfully nipping at the skin.
“I just-” Dean was cut off temporarily by a sharper nip at his neck. “- didn’t
think it was your thing. Dating. Doesn’t seem like you.”
“Horny high school jocks usually aren’t my thing either. I guess I don’t know
what’s good for me, or I don’t care, or you seem to come along with your perky
ass and fuck up everything I thought I knew for sure.” Cas trailed his nose up
Dean’s neck to his jawline.
“Like?” Dean found himself running  his hands along Cas’s sides and toying with
the waistband of his sweatpants.
“I don’t call back after a hook up. I don’t let hookups stay overnight. I don’t
repeat hookups. I don’t do last names. I don’t trade phone numbers. I don’t get
involved beyond sex.”
“Guess I’m not just a hookup then.”
“Guess not.” Cas mumbled against the skin under Dean’s jaw.
“I should shower.” Dean dropped his hands to his waist. Castiel mumbled his
 protests against Dean’s skin. “Do you wanna join me?”
Cas smirked against Dean’s neck and grasped his hands, Dean pulled them
backwards into the bathroom. Cas pulle dhsi lips from Dean’s neck and pushed
them against his lips, chewing on Dean’s bottom lip and lifting the hem of the
sweater over his head. They broke of the kiss long enough for Dean to continue
removing the sweater, and soon his hands fumbled at their sweatpants.
Cas pulled his down, and looked up at Dean. His eyes traveled over him. He was
all rounded line and supple skin, and god damn it Cas was going to touch every
inch of it until he could count the freckles with his tongue.
Cas grabbed ahold of Dean, pulling them backwards and over the lips of the tub.
He reached behind Dean to turn on the water.
They first did the minimum in cleaning, washing each others hair and scrubbing
each others chests.
Cas paused and sank to his knees.
"Cas-"
Cas glanced up at Dean, looking at his eyelashes and freckles perfectly from
this angle.
“What’s the matter Sweetass, never had your dick sucked?”
“I’m usually the one sucking.” He said, his voice heavy even though Cas hadn’t
so much as touched him yet.
“There’s plenty of time for that later.” Cas reached out and grasped the base
of Dean’s cock, a hiss escaped Dean’s mouth. “Shit, you’re about ready to come
in my hand right now aren’t ya.”
Cas looked back up at Dean, and slowly brought his lips forward to the head of
Dean’s penis. He ran his tongue barbell up and down it, letting the warm metal
tease the sensitive flesh. Dean’s hips bucked forwards and Cas smirked around
the shaft that was by now deeply hidden down his throat.
“Cas.” Dean’s voice sounded broken and weak, he clutched at the shower walls to
maintain his balance. Fuck he’s gorgeous when he’s about to come undone.
Cas released Dean’s cock from his mouth with a slick pop. It snapped up,
hitting just below Dean’s belly button, pink and fat and perfect.
Cas slowly stood up, bringing Dean in for a rough lust filled kiss. He shut off
the water and pulled a grumbling and panting Dean to the bedroom, not bothering
to towel dry either of them. Cas sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling
Dean’s naked body onto his lap, he toyed with the head of Dean’s still erect
penis lightly while he kissed him.
“Are you clean?” Dean asked breathlessly into Cas’ ear.
“Never had to been tested, never shared needles or went bareback.”
Dean pushed Cas down against the bed, and placed his hands on either of Cas
pecs.
“Lube.” He said, hungry and rushed in his roughest voice. Cas reached to the
side of the bed and retrieved it from the top drawer. Dean snatched it from his
hands, squirting some into his hands and began to jerk Cas is slow movements
with one hand while prepping and stretching himself with the other.
Dean was careful to not touch Cas’s sore thighs as he slid down slowly onto
Cas’s length. Throwing his head back when he was full of all of Cas and he
slowly began to rock back and forth.
Cas’s fingers dug into Dean’s thighs and his hips bucked wildly once beneath
him. He usually wasn’t on the bottom, or not in control, and there was no doubt
who was in control. Dean’s hips dictated every thrust and rock, his pelvis
swiveling against Cas’s. Cas wrapped his hand around Dean’s cock and began to
jerk him in rhythm to each thrust and rock of their hips.
When Cas felt his stomach begin to tense up he pulled himself slowly from Dean,
just before he exploded all over his own chest. Dean’s climax followed only
moments later, his cum dripping in with Cas’s on his chest and in between his
fingers as he milked him empty.
Cas wiped them clean with whatever he found, a towel as it happened, and they
ended up collapsed beside one another, Dean’s head resting easily on Cas’s
chest, their breathing in tune even more than their hips were.
***** Chapter 7 *****
The morning came faster than either of them wanted, as they clung to each
other. Light penetrated through the curtains. Cas had one arm pressed against
Dean‘s back, while the other rested behind his head. Dean’s weight was pressed
heavily against him, with more of Dean’s body laying on him then on the bed
beneath them.
They had both been awake for a while, but didn’t want disturb the moment.
“We’re going to have to go to your house.” Cas said, running his hand up Dean’s
spine and into his hair.
Dean let out a tortured groan.
“Why.” He pulled out the y like a child protesting a nap.
“As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, and I do, believe me. My jeans are
tight enough on me, so on you they may just explode off of you. Not that I’d
complain if clothes just exploded off your body, but they happen to be my
clothes.” Dean groaned again and nuzzled against Cas’s chest. “We need to get
your stuff, Dean.”
Dean pushed himself up into a sitting position, leaning on his arms to support
his weight. He pouted. letting his bottom lip protrude.
“Fine, but not until noon. Sammy’ll be gone, and Dad’ll be at the garage.” Dean
looked down at the bed. “Hey, Cas?”
“Yes?” Cas asked pushing himself into a sitting position and scooting closer to
Dean.
“Do you think we’d be- this” He motioned with a limp hand to the space between
them. “If I hadn’t been kicked out and thrust upon you like a burden.”
“I love it when you thrust at me.” Cas chuckled biting a line down Dean’s
jawline.
“Cas, I’m being serious.” Dean pushed Cas back by the shoulder.
Cas scrunched his nose, running his top lip against his septum ring.
“I don’t think it matters, because whether we would have or wouldn’t have, we
are now. Okay?” Cas pressed a kiss to Dean’s cheek.
“Okay.” Dean smiled crookedly and leaned his face into the kiss.
“Want to get some food? I don’t have much in the kitchen besides tea and
alcohol.”
“The two necessary food groups.” Dean chuckled, scooting off the bed, he
stretched his muscles. Cas watched him do this, smiling to himself. “Let’s go
to the diner or something.”
“Sure.” Cas scooted his way off the bed and wrapped his arms around Dean.
“Guess what?”
“What?” Dean asked pressing himself into the embrace.
“Race you to the shower.” Cas said, dropping the embrace and pushing past Dean
and to the bathroom, slamming the door closed.
“Oh come on!”
 
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As they sat in the diner, each of them taking up space in one side of a booth.
Dean had put on his jeans, and one of Cas’ shirts. It was a bit tighter then he
was used to, but Cas assured him it made him look hot that way. Dean had been
laughing at one of Cas’s jokes when he suddenly froze, ducking his head down.
“Shit, what’s today.”
“Uh- Saturday. Dean? Dean, what’s wrong?”
“Shit, Shit, I forgot. We always go to the diner on saturdays, and now they’re
going to wonder why I wasn’t there, but now I’m here. Fuck.”
“Dean?”
“Don’t turn around, but the entire Valley High Football team just walked in,
minus their quarterback, which would be me.”
“Dean?”
“What?” Dean asked in a hushed whisper.
“Your dad is the reason you never came out right?”
“Yeah.”
“Not the team.”
“Yeah.”
“So why are you hiding?”
“Try being gay in a high school locker room, Cas.”
“Why do you think I don’t go to school. I’ve been there. But you are the
quarterback Dean, you’re not some random gay kid in gym class. Sit up.” Cas
said, locking eye contact with his boyfriend.
Dean slowly sat upright, cringing when from across the diner ‘Hey, Winchester!”
was yelled.
Cas reached across the table to give his boyfriend’s hand an encouraging
squeeze.
“You got this.”
Dean nodded, and swung his legs out of the booth. He sauntered over to the
group of ten boys. He engaged in the routine claps on the back and hand smacks.
Cas watched from his spot on the booth.
Someone asked him something, and Cas watched as his mouth formed the words gay,
boyfriend, kicked out, and piece of shit amid his response. He watched the
faces of Dean’s team mates, looking for emotions. Dean waved over to the place
where Cas sat, motioning for him to come over.
Cas let out a breath and walked over to the group, he could feel the boy’s eyes
on his piercings and ripped jeans. He stopped next to Dean, wrapping an arm
around his waist, while Dean threw one across his shoulder.
Dean smiled crookedly, pressing a kiss to Cas’s cheek.
“Well why didn’t you say anything before, Winchester?” A boy asked.
“You try being gay in a high school locker room.”Cas repeated Dean’s phrase
back to the group, smiling as he did so.
He pressed an encouraging squeeze into Dean's side. 
 
God, was he in love?
Yeah, yeah he was.



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