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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Gabriel_(Supernatural), Ezekiel_|_Gadreel, Anna
      Milton, Lucifer_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Drinking, Underage_Smoking, Underage_Drug_Use, Underage_Sex,
      Party, Alternate_Universe_-_Teenagers, Blow_Jobs, Drunken_Fling, Dean-
      Centric, Teen_Dean_Winchester, Teen_Castiel, Explicit_Language, Curious
      Dean, Human_Castiel
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-24 Words: 2796
****** Seven Minutes In Heaven ******
by yeshomodean
Summary
     "He didn’t know what he was doing there.
     It wasn’t like they forced him to be there, or like it was a
     tradition, or like there was any reason why he had to. Dean just
     joined the circle because, yeah, it’s cliché as fuck in a party full
     of teenagers, but whatever, he just wanted to have fun."
     In which Dean learns that freshmen like Cas aren't always as naïve as
     they seem to be.
Notes
     Yeah, I know, cliché af. But you know who cares? Please, tell me,
     because it sure as hell ain't me.
     Now, once again, unbeta'd so if there is any mistake (grammar,
     orthography, etc) please, tell me, I will be grateful to be
     corrected. English is my second language and I'm still learning. BUT,
     doesn't mean this fic sucks; this fic sucks because I have the worst
     imagination ever, not because of my english. Just so you know.
     By the way, idk to whom it may concern; I have a tumblr: http://
     idratherhavemyangel.tumblr.com
     Thank you for reading and, beforehand, for the kudos!
He didn’t know what he was doing there.
It wasn’t like they forced him to be there, or like it was a tradition, or like
there was any reason why he had to. Dean just joined the circle because, yeah,
it’s cliché as fuck in a party full of teenagers, but whatever, he just wanted
to have fun.
The bottle spun, five times before pointing to Anna, Gadreel on the other side
of the bottle, which meant he was the one to make the question.
Gadreel smirked widely and leaned back, supporting himself with his hands on
the carpet. “Truth or Dare?”
Anna chew at her lip, a barely-there frown on her face, then she took a deep
breath and replied. “Dare.”
“I dare you to come here, sit on my lap and give me the hottest making out
session you can.” The glint on Gadreel’s eyes didn’t go unperceived.
Hester nudged at Anna’s elbow, a teasing “uuuuh” scaped her throat and a
taunting smirk on her face. Anna’s lips pursed this time, she let her gaze
travel through Gadreel’s figure before rolling her eyes, the “What The Hell”
clear on her expression. However, she stood up, walked through the middle of
the circle of people and let her knees fall on either side of Gadreel’s thighs.
Her hands placed themselves on his chest, to then move up to his shoulders and
neck, ending up on either side of his face to hold him as Anna pulled him into
a kiss. Lips on lips, soft at first and gradually gaining intensity. Anna’s
hands went to the back of Gadreel’s neck, playing with the short curls of hair,
as she pulled him closer; chest to chest, hips to hips, slowly grinding onto
him.
Teenagers chuckled and cheered around them, as if it truly was that fun, for
the whole length of 15 seconds that the kiss lasted.  Anna smirked against
Gadreel’s lips before getting up and going back to her place, leaving Gadreel
behind, flushed and now leaning forwards, his hands distractedly hovering his
crotch.
Dean huffed a laugh.
Dude couldn’t seriously gotten hard over that.
The bottle spun once again and ended up pointing at Daniel, a kid from school
that anyone barely knew, and it was Lucifer’s turn to ask him the question.
Poor kid.
“I dare you to go get the hot sauce from the kitchen, bring it here and drink
all of it in front of us.” Lucifer was high as fuck, such breaking news.
“You didn’t even ask me the question...” Daniel replied, looking weirded out.
Lucifer rolled his eyes and groaned, annoyed. “Fine. Truth or Dare, Whiny?”
“Truth.”
“Fucker.” Lucifer sighed and let his eyes go around the room until a question
ocurred to him. “Tell us your biggest, naughtiest, kinkiest sex fantasy.”
Daniel’s cheeks flushed and his lips parted, he was blinking too much and just
kind of forgot how to English. But it lasted only seconds before he cleared his
throat and frowned, suddenly serious. “How- What? What do you mea-”
“Just fucking answer.” Lucifer demanded, to then sarcastically add “Maybe
someone will be willing to make your dream come true.”
Daniel had his cheeks red and bright and wide eyes, his gaze sticked to the
carpet as he muttered “Pegging.” So low, but still Lucifer heard, and made sure
to repeat it out loud.
“PEGGING! WELL, ISN’T THAT FANTASTIC? IT’S ALWAYS THE QUIET ONES!”
Rounds and rounds went by, some shocking truths were confessed and some
incredibly stupid or sex-related dares were accomplished. One guy actually did
drink the entire hot sauce bottle –it was clear in his posture that his state
of mind wasn’t exactly in the conditions to make a decision or even think of
what he was doing-, ended up throwing up his guts and then his sober friend had
to take him home (or the hospital, who knows?).
The bottle spun and spun and, of course, its tip had to land on Dean
eventually. The problem was the guy who had to make the damn question.
“Hell yes.” A poisonous smirk planted itself on Gabriel’s face. “Had to be my
dear amigo, Dean-o.”
Oh my fucking god, what did I do to deserve this?
“Just make it quick, Gabe.” Dean rolled his eyes, actually praying that
Gabriel’s high enough to forget to be a douchebag.
“Truth or Dare, bucko?”
Dean let out a sigh. Whatever he chose, he knew it would go completely wrong.
Gabriel was going to screw with him anyways. So, rather than saying anything
personal in front of a bunch of kids that he didn’t even like entirely, he
replied “Dare.”
Gabriel’s expression turned even naughtier and Dean prepared to be attacked
with some weird ass dare that would be the end of his rep.
“I dare you to go in the closet and have Seven Minutes In Heaven with my lil
bro over here.” Just when Dean thought it couldn’t get more childish.
Dean’s gaze lifted from the carpet where it was resting. He looked at Gabriel
for a second before his eyes found the kid under his arm.
He looked the most uncomfortable Dean has ever seen anyone before. The kid had
bright blue eyes that threatened to come out of his face, but they were a
beautiful shade, his lips were chapped and plush and looked so soft, there was
some premature scruff on his chin and, even then, he looked extremely cute and
innocent and naïve.
The kid under Gabriel’s arm shook his head, now looking really nervous and
murmuring something to Gabriel that Dean couldn’t quite get.
“C’mmon, Cassie, relax for a bit.” Gabriel tried to calm his brother down a
bit, then returned his gaze to Dean. “His name’s Castiel, my freshman brother
that I had to bring along because our parents want him to be more social, and
if I didn’t I couldn’t come.”
Dean frowned a little at that, what kind of parents are those? I want them.
“Yeah, right, but I can’t do anything if he doesn’t want to.”
“Oh, believe me, he wants to.” Gabriel laughed but then Castiel punched his
side to shut him up. Gabe gave him an annoyed look before turning back to Dean.
“Just do it, it’s your dare, you have to.”
Castiel was at his brother’s side again, apparently pleading to not have to go.
“Hey, Cas.” Dean called, and Castiel stopped, now turning his attention to
Dean. “If you don’t want to, it’s alright, we get your brother’s a dick.”
Gabriel protested at that, but Dean just ignored him. “But if we don’t do it,
you know he’ll be a whiny bitch for the rest of the eternity. Only if you want
to, we can go and get it over with.”
Castiel swallowed, now his features were more relaxed than before, but he still
looked a little panicked. He chew at his lip and took a deep breath, then
nodded.
The whole circle cheered as they got up, and Dean was already so done, but
whatever.The thing was that he wasn’t really into guys, but he had a couple
beers, and maybe a couple of shots of other drinks that he didn’t quite know
what they were, and seeing Cas with his big blue eyes and his lean body and his
tight jeans and loose band shirt- Yeah, I can dig that.
They were lead to the closet under the stairs and left alone there, the door
locked from the outside. The other kids wouldn’t be there for the whole 7
minutes just to hear if they where doing anything nasty, so Dean was sure they
were actually alone and safe.
“So.” He started, the space between him and Castiel was close to none, and
their breaths were mixing and their noses would touch had Dean not been taller
than Castiel. “We don’t have to do anything, but can’t lie; you’re hot. So if
you want to, I’m game.”
Cas swallowed, this time it was loud and clear, either because he was really
nervous or the fact that they were locked in a too-damn-small closet. It was
noticeable on his face that there was a conflict going on inside him.
“It’s okay, man, we’ll just wa-”
And then his lips were sealed by Cas’s.
Shocked at first, but able to catch up immediately, Dean let his hands land on
Cas’s hips, pulling him even closer, and the boy clung to his shoulders as
their kiss deepened. Soon they found a rhythm, not exactly steady and Dean
could taste the reason in Cas’s mouth; vodka and tequila, mixed with the taste
of his tongue was just heavenly. Sloppy, bittersweet, Cas; fucking paradise.
Dean’s hands wandered up Cas’s sides, making him shiver, and Dean knew he had
found a sensitive spot.  His hands went all the way down and up again, this
time sneaking underneath Castiel’s shirt. The boy let a whimper come out of his
lips and Dean caught it with his own, but then Cas’s mouth left and was making
its way down Dean’s neck. He pushed until Dean was leaning against the wall and
he was now the one on command. One of Dean’s hands stayed underneath Cas’s
shirt as the other left to take a grip at Cas’s hair. Castiel moaned against
his pulse point when Dean tugged, and then it was Dean’s turn to let out a low
moan as Cas sucked into his sensitive skin. Castiel’s hands lifted his shirt
until his entire chest was uncovered, and after half a second of appreciating
the view, Castiel leaned in and sucked on a nipple, occupying the other one
with his thumb and making every hair on Dean’s neck stand on end. So hot.
As Castiel continued to make out with his nipples, switching from one to the
other, Dean decided it was a great moment to grind his hips against Cas’s. They
both let out an unhuman groan and kept doing it, the friction on their half-
mast erections making it easier to get harder sooner, faster.
It hadn’t even been four minutes and Dean was already hard as fuck, grinding
against a guy –a really fucking hot guy, Dean had to admit-, leaning against a
wall and making all the noises a professional pornstar would perfectly fake;
only Dean wasn’t faking anything, he was actually becoming a complete mess
under Cas’s touch and as he should’ve been embarrassed, he wasn’t, because he
could feel Cas was exactly the same.
Then Cas fell to his knees, all of Dean’s attention now on him as he undid his
fly and pulled his jeans down. Holy fucking hell. Dean stared at Cas as he
rubbed his face against his cock through the fabric of his boxers, adoring his
erection while looking at Dean straight in the eye, and Dean was so turned on
it wasn’t fair. Castiel mouthed the length of his dick and, fuck, Dean had to
bite his lip because he was sure it was too soon to feel so close. Then Castiel
looked up at him, a question in his eyes, and Dean knew he was asking for
permission. Just now. He nodded frantically –he didn’t mean to look so
desperate, but his cock was so close to Cas’s mouth and his thoughts were
covered by a buzzing in his head, so he didn’t care- and their gazes stayed
connected to each other, illuminated only by a cheap bulb hanging from the
ceiling, as Castiel pulled at the waistband of his boxers and took his erection
in his hand. Relief washed through Dean at the contact and Castiel’s eyes were
on his cock, and he was licking his lips and his hand tugging at it gently and
it was so overwhelming. Dean couldn’t help the little push of his hips against
Cas’s hand, craving for his mouth, and he let his head fall back against the
wall at the sensation that Cas’s lips around the head of his dick gave him.
Castiel licked at the slit, flicking his tongue around the tip over and over
again, took more of his erection in his mouth and Dean’s hands landed on his
head; trying to tug at his hair and get him to go deeper, but Cas kept his head
steady, choosing a slow motion instead and holding Dean’s hips so he wouldn’t
force the rhythm. It was driving Dean crazy, feeling so warm, burning hot, and
as Cas had the head of his dick in his mouth, he kept tugging at the rest of
the shaft. His moans came out without his permission and it was near impossible
to keep his hips still. Castiel eventually had mercy of Dean and started
bobbing his head, choosing to go fast on Dean just as their time was running
out. Licking, flicking, tugging, going so deep, so fast; Dean was near the
edge. So, so close, but not quite, and his eyes were shut and his grip on Cas’s
hair was tightening and he wanted to come so, so bad, but he couldn’t.
Then Castiel let go of his hips, letting his hands drop out of Dean’s sight,
and took him so deep in his throat his dick pocked at the back, and Dean almost
shouted, so loud that he would be surprised if no one at the party heard him.
He was now thrusting in Cas’s mouth and Cas was just taking it, like he had no
gag reflex at all, and Dean couldn’t be happier. Castiel moaned, so fucking
orgasmic, and the sound traveled through Dean’s entire body, every single one
of his muscles vibrating. And that was all Dean needed, with one last thrust he
came and his release landed in Cas’s mouth, and he swallowed around him. Dean
was already undone against the wall and panting. When he looked down again, Cas
was panting too and sitting on the floor, his mouth free of Dean’s cock,
resting against the opposite wall. That’s when Dean noticed Cas’s pants and
underwear down to his thighs and his softening cock against his abdomen, the
puddle of come on the floor just between his feet, and suddenly the air was so
much hotter.
“You know” Dean heard Cas’s voice for the first time, and it made a shiver go
down his spine, tensing up his thighs and threatening to get him hard again.
“I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you in the hallway at school, and
when Gabe told me you’d be here, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to come. Now I’ll
have to thank him for dragging me here.” A smirk played at his lips and Dean
didn’t know what to reply, guys weren’t his thing –not until now-, but then he
didn’t have to answer, ‘cause-
“HOLY SHIT!” Gabriel’s shout resounded through the tiny room and both Dean and
Castiel covered their parts instinctively. The door was shut again in a matter
of seconds and they both tucked themselves in their pants once again.
Just as Castiel was reaching for the doorknob, Dean stopped him and pulled him
into a kiss, deep and not as dirty as everything else had been, and just when
he let go he whispered. “Maybe we should hang out sometime, don’t ya think?”
Castiel just smirked, sweet and promising, to then turn around and open the
door, both of them ready to face a bunch of drunk teenagers freaking out over
something that wasn’t their bussiness.
But they were all pretty chill, just some naughty looks here and there, and
just as that was cool, it couldn’t be good.
 
It was the next day, when his phone buzzed on his desk and a lot of pop up
notifications appeared on the screen, that Dean knew for sure that it was not
good.
The picture shared on the group chat showed Cas sprawled on the floor with his
back against the wall, his hand barely covering his private parts and his
clothes all messed up, and Dean leaning on the wall opposite to him, barely
managing to stay on his feet, his dick fully visible and a frown on his face.
Gabriel’s so fucking dead.
How did I even not notice the flash?
Truth was, he didn’t care much.
He was drunk as shit at the moment the picture was taken, and nudity had never
been a problem to him, and it was only proof that he’d gotten a blowjob from a
hot dude. Maybe he should’ve been a little more upset, embarrassed and worried,
but when he found the chat members list and turned out they were all
trustworthy, he relaxed.
Also, Cas’s number was there, and Dean smirked.
Still, Gabriel’s so fucking dead.
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