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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Destiel
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-19 Words: 2169
****** Night at the Lake ******
by imhereforthecookies
Summary
     Teen!Cas and Teen!Dean AU: Castiel Novak, a religious Freshman,
     rebels against his parents and has a late-night romp at the lake with
     the mysterious Dean Winchester. (dom!dean and dom!cas both, underage,
     I don't own SPN or characters blahblahblah. Oneshot that might turn
     into a series.)
It had been four months since Castiel Novak had met the mysterious Dean
Winchester. He said met, because "groped in the library and maybe possibly
almost had sex" was a bit too coarse for Cas' conservative Christian family. Of
course, Cas' parents didn't like the tall, blonde Junior at all anyways. From
the first time they had met him, they had condemned him, and forbid Castiel
from being friends with him. They had scolded Cas for wearing those strange
clothes, and had banned that awful music that Dean had introduced him to from
being played in their house. In some ways, Cas felt bad. He should follow what
his parents said, after all, that was what the Lord said to do. But then, the
Lord also said not to eat shrimp and his parents seemed perfectly fine with
that. So what was the harm in a little bit of fun?
Castiel had told himself this speech almost every other day since meeting Dean.
Their rendezvous had started out short and sweet; a little making out after
school, then Cas would hurry home and explain to his mother that he was working
on a group project and had to stay late. Then, the after school sessions got
longer, and hotter. Now, there was almost a ritual that they had. Castiel would
tell his parents goodnight, and get into his PJs and go to bed like he did
every night. He would wait an hour, maybe an hour and a half, until he was
absolutely sure that his parents were fast asleep. Then he would pull on the
tight jeans that Dean loved but hated so much, a shirt and sneakers, and sneak
quietly out of his window. He would walk two blocks over, and get into the
black Impala.
This night was no different. Cas climbed into the low-set Impala, and was
immediately attacked by Dean kissing him, first on the lips, and then on the
neck. Cas smiled and let out a tiny moan, then pushed the other boy back. "You
know we can't, not here." He said, giving Dean a stern look. But Dean's low
gaze , those green eyes boring into him... Cas couldn't resist those. He gave
Dean a long, slow kiss. "Drive."
And that's exactly what Dean did, driving until Cas had no idea where they
were. Dean, though he had only lived in the area for a few months, already knew
it like the back of his scarred hand. It was essential, when you traveled as
much as the Winchesters did, that he quickly memorize the lay of the land
anywhere they went. It had been his job since he was twelve.
He parked the car in a pull-off in the woods, next to the lakeshore. The area
was obviously well-used, as evidenced by the beer bottles and condom wrappers
that littered the area. But it was empty for tonight, and that was all that the
older Winchester brother cared about. He leaned over in the car, and kissed his
lover quickly. It was a Saturday night, and he knew that Cas had to get up
early in the morning for church. But that wasn't going to stop Dean from giving
the younger boy something to confess to the priest about.
Castiel, though they had done this many times, was still quite new to this
whole sex thing. He understood the basics, sure, but anything beyond the birds
and the bees talk, he had no idea about. He felt quite niave, as compared to
Dean, who had been at this whole game a lot longer than Castiel. Though Dean
had refused, multiple times, to tell Cas about his family or why he moved so
much, he did know that Dean had multiple sexual partners before ever moving to
the sleepy town of Jefferson City, Tennessee. That was what first intrigued the
young boy, who thought that anyone who had sex before marriage was struck down
by divine intervention.
He kissed Dean back, as the other boy prodded at his lips with his tongue, and
Castiel allowed him entrance. That was what Cas thought he was the worst at:
kissing. Little did he know that was Dean's favorite part of their sessions. He
thought it was adorable, and also incredibly sey, that the Freshman had no idea
what to do. It allowed Dean to be in control and take the lead, something that
Dean did not yet know was a fetish of his.
Dean slid his hand down his partner's face, then his neck, and then his side,
until he reached the hem of those damn tight jeans. They made Cas' ass look
fucking amazing, so much so that Dean had once kidnapped him from third period
to have a passionate session in the maintenance closet because Dean could no
longer handle the teasing. But they were also hard as hell to get off,
especially in a confined space like the Impala. Dean suddenly pulled away. He
had an idea.
"We should go swimming." He announced, and promptly got out of the car. Cas,
his lips still puckered, gave his lover a confused look, and got out on his
side.
"Dean, that water can't be over fifty degrees. We'll get hypothermia." He said,
in what Dean affectionately called his "geek voice." He watched Dean pull off
his hand-me-down The Who 1967 shirt, then his worn-out jeans and beat-up old
Reeboks, which were two sizes too small. "Dean, you're crazy." He said.
Dean swaggered over to Castiel, and wrapped his warm arms around his waist.
"Come on, babe. Haven't you ever wanted to go swimming at midnight before? Come
on, it'll be fun." He said, as he unzipped Cas' jeans and undid the top button.
He let Cas finish undressing himself, peeling off the jeans and the t shirt and
oh damn he was sexy. Dean took off his boxers, the last line of protection
between he and the cool night air, and walked into the lake. He stifled a
shiver. The water was indeed as cold as Cas had said it would be.
Castiel, following his lover's lead but leaving his underwear on, walked into
the cold lake. He shivered, goosebumps trailing up his arm, as his feet could
no longer reach the bottom and he tread water. "Did you know that it only takes
thirty seconds for a fully grown man to drown in a foot of water." Castiel
added, hoping to convince Dean that this was a very bad idea. Suddenly, Dean
was behind him, and Cas could feel his hardened dick pressing against his ass.
"Really? Well, did you know that it only takes thirty seconds for me to take
these off." Dean retorted, as he pulled Castiel's briefs down and over his
knees. The tighty-whiteys floated back up about a foot away. Dean rubbed Cas'
ass, his hands warm despite the cool water around them. Cas felt himself melt
into the boy behind him, the lubrication of the water allowing Dean's cock to
slide between his cheeks. Dean put a slight pressure on Cas' tight opening, and
Cas flinched. "Come on, Cas, baby... Don't tease me..." Dean said, his voice
tight and husky in Castiel's ear.
Castiel smiled, and pushed back on Dean. He had never been the seductive kitten
type, but he was quite enjoying playing the role now. "I'm not the one teasing,
Dean." He said, reaching back in the water to stroke the other boy's cock. A
small smile came across Dean's face, as he reached around Castiel to pull on
his nipples. Castiel's voice became shy. "You know that I can't... ride...
you..." he said, the word sounding strange and forbidden in his mouth. It was
true, though, Dean had always been the one doing all of the moving and
thrusting. Cas had just layed down (or sat, or stood, or knelt) and enjoyed it.
"Try." Dean said, giving his lover a kiss on the earlobe. Cas took a deep
breath, and awkwardly moved Dean's cock to his entrance. He pushed his hips
backward, and felt Dean enter him. Both boys gave out low groans, Dean's much
lower and more rough than Castiel's. He pushed back more, puching Dean even
farther inside him, until he felt him hitting that one spot, the spot that made
innocent, religious Castiel Novak turn into a moaning, writhing sex machine.
Slowly at first, he moved his hips back and forth, and Dean did the same behind
him, helping him along as the water moved with them. Then Castiel took the
lead, going up and down, making sure that each time Dean hit that one spot.
Dean's low groans turned into a sound that resembled a feral growl, and
Castiel's moans got higher even as he took more control. Finally, Castiel felt
Dean's hot come shooting inside him, and it pushed him over the edge, making
the Freshman climax, his come spilling out into the cool water.
Cas, more tired after sex than he ever had been, melted into Dean's arms behind
him. Dean held him for a moment, letting him float on the water. "Dean?" Cas
asked sleepily.
"Yeah?" Dean responded, as he looked at the dark woods, always weary of what
could be in them.
"I think I might love you." Castiel said, a smile playing across his lips.
Dean's mouth became tight. He knew that he couldn't, or at least shouldn't,
respond. He and his brother and father would be gone soon, leaving Castiel
broken-hearted and alone. So instead of responding, Dean flipped Cas around in
the water and gave him a hard kiss, his tongue forcing the younger boy's lips
open and exploring the space beyond. He grabbed a handful of Cas' ass,
squeezing it hard. He was suddenly angry, and though Cas didn't know why, angry
Dean was by far the sexiest version of Dean. "Impala." He said, in a moment
between Dean's furious kisses.
The two boys walked out of the water and quickly to the car. Castiel climbed
into the back seat and laid down, and Dean climbed on top of him, shutting the
door awkwardly. He stroked his own cock a few times, making himself hard again,
though he hardly needed the extra motivation. Without any prelude, Dean shoved
deep into his lover, making the smaller boy wince and whimper. Not thinking
about any consequences, Dean shoved again into Castiel, and pulled a soft moan
from the boy. Satisfied that he was indeed pleasuring his partner and not
hurting him, Dean began angrily pumping in and out of Cas' tight opening,
focusing only on the feeling in his groin and nothing else.
Castiel moved against Dean halfheartedly, mostly just enjoying Dean's quick
movements. It did hurt more than usual, with the lack of lubrication, but after
a little bit Cas didn't mind. If he didn't know better, he would say that the
pain even added to the pleasure. He felt Dean's dick get even harder, and his
body tense. Dean slowed down, to an almost agonizing pace, as he let go and
came inside Cas for the second time that night. Castiel, a few hard thrusts
later, came in a burst, his come splashing onto his lover's stomach.
He smiled, and kissed Dean, as he layed under the larger boy and enjoyed the
feeling of their bodies together. In what seemed like only an instant later, he
looked at the clock. "SHIT!" He exclaimed, and scrambled to move Dean off of
him. A groggy Dean made a vague noise that asked what Castiel's goddamned
problem was. "It's seven in the morning, Dean! I have to get home!"
Dean sat upright, hitting his head on the low ceiling of the car. He rubbed the
sore spot, and got out of the car. He pulled on his dirty jeans and old t-
shirt, and slipped his shoes over sockless feet. Castiel scrambled to get his
jeans and shirt on, haphazardly pulling on his Chuck Taylors, leaving his heel
exposed. Dean, still groggy, got into the car, and took his time turning it on
and putting it into gear. Castiel became impatient, before the older boy peeled
out of the pull-off and sped towards the subdivision that Castiel lived in.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived. Dean pecked Cas on the lips, and Castiel
almost tripped over himself getting out of the low-riding car. He ran around
the block, thankful that the sun wa not yet up enough to make the streets
completely light, and climbed into his window. He peeled off the wet jeans and
shirt, and replaced them with a wrinkled white button-up shirt and a pair of
black trousers. His fly was still unzipped when his mother came into the room.
"Oh! You're already up! And you've showered, too! Always such a good boy.
Breakfast is ready, dear." She said, giving him a peck on the forehead and
leaving the room. Castiel fingered through his tangled hair, which was still
half wet. Yeah. He had totally showered.
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