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  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester/Original_Female_Characters,
      Castiel/Other(s), Ruby/Sam_Winchester
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      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester, Castiel, Balthazar_
      (Supernatural), Anna_Milton, Jo_Harvelle, Alastair_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Attempted_Rape, Kidnapping, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Awkward_Public_Boners,
      Crack, Lady_GaGa_-_Freeform, Original_Character(s), Masturbation,
      Recreational_Drug_Use, Alcohol, Homophobia, Torture, Psychological
      Torture, Stalking, Band_Fic, Bullying, So_many_tags, Makes_the_story
      sound_so_much_worse_then_it_is, This_is_really_long_crack, That_runs_into
      an_actual_story
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-29 Completed: 2013-01-30 Chapters: 17/17 Words: 51499
****** This Doesn't Have a Title Yet (It never will) ******
by obsession_rules_me, ThimblesEcho23
Summary
     It all starts with hipster clubs and public boners you see..
Notes
     Hey this is my first story on AO3 so some feed back would be
     wonderful! This can get pretty cracktastic and also sexual. Please
     pay attention to the tags because in later chapters there maybe some
     triggers for some people. If I forgot any I apologize and will add it
     immediately. This started as a one shot that lost control and turned
     into I don't even know what.This is my first Supernatural fan fiction
     and Cas in particular can get OOC.
     There is a Original Character that plays a pretty major role so if
     you really can't stand that all I can say is I am sorry and give her
     a chance :) Enjoy Please!!
     Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and do this purely for
     entertainment purposes.
***** Lady Gaga Got Me Hard WTF *****
Chapter by ThimblesEcho23
Dean never goes to local band shows for a lot of reasons. Mostly though he just
hates new music. Then why is he driving towards that stupid hipster club on the
rich side of town? Oh yeah, fucking Sam. He's got a boner for some chick in a
band and begged Dean to take him to one of her shows. Dean was so relieved Sam
was showing interest in someone who wasn't his hell spawn ex-girlfriend Ruby
that he stupidly agreed immediately. Dean regrets it as soon as he pulls into
the parking lot and sees ten different guys in skinny jeans with the same exact
Ramones t-shirt.
Just as Dean expects the inside of the small building smells like teenage sweat
and smoke that isn't from cigarettes. Dean tries to hang out in the back but
Sam grabs him with his gigantic hands and starts pulling him towards the front.
Dean stands out enough in his torn up jeans, flannel button-up and Led Zeppelin
t-shirt without his sasquatch of a brother dragging him around. Thankfully he
only recognizes a couple of people from their school since most of the kids
here are from the prep school that's near by. The room is packed tight but most
of the people aren't dancing or really paying any attention to the band.
"These guys suck but the next band is awesome." Sam has to yell in his ear for
Dean to even hear him.
"Yeah, I'm sure." He shoots back sarcastically.
They gave up on talking after that because the crap coming out of the speakers
was drowning every thing else out. Dean started scanning the room for at least
one hot chick who doesn't look like a total snob when the music stops. He had
just locked eyes with a big boobed girl that looked as bored as he felt when
Sam's gigantic elbow slams into him, making him flinch away.
"Dude, this is them!" Dean gives Sam a side-long glance, as if to say yeah,
duh, that's why we're here, right? to which Sam Bitch-Faces (# 14) back at him.
The first person Dean notices on stage is a hot little thing in a plaid skirt,
a leather corset with just the right amount of red lace and her toned legs
strapped into the kinkiest leather boots Deans ever seen. He perks up a little,
maybe things are looking up. The drummer is an equally hot red head in a full
catholic-sex uniform and the same boots. Then some guy walks on stage with a
bass and he might be wearing a uniform but Dean doesn't really look. The
corseted one steps up to the microphone and gives the crowd a cocky wink and
smile.
"Hey everybody!" Someone from off stage had come out to hand her a fire red
guitar and as she puts in over her head she says "Thanks for coming out
tonight, we're the Angelics and THIS IS CASTIEL!"
The whole band instantly strikes up into a happy poppy beat and then well Dean
gets really distracted. A guy that must be Castiel marches to the front of the
stage with a mic already in hand and the beat and rhythm switch to something
heavier like those weird scream-o bands Sammy listens to.
"Want your bad romance / Want your bad romance/ I want your ugly/ I want your
disease/ want your everything/ As long as it's free/ I want your love/ Love-
love-love/ I want your love"
His voice is deep and rough with a slight growl to it and it sends chills up
Deans spine. The guy is wearing a proper button up white shirt and black tie,
ass clad in tight straight legged jeans and damn if the way his hips sway to
the beat doesn't call for all kinds of attention. He is lean without being
scrawny and Dean feels a little weird now because he is pretty sure he is
checking out a dude.
"I want your drama/ The touch of your hand/ I want you leather-studded kiss in
the sand/ And I want your love/ I want your love/ Love-love-love/ I want your
love/ You know that I want you/ And you know that I need you/ I want your bad,
your bad romance"
His eyes are a deep drowning blue rimmed in dark eye liner and has brown-black
sex hair that Dean is pretty sure isn't on purpose. When he growls out a line
about leather studded kisses he looks right into the crowd, the intensity in
his eyes making all the girls simultaneously try to get even closer to the
stage and scream bloody murder. If he wasn't such a big guy Dean would have
been crushed and even then he is pressed closer to the stage, Sam even tighter
against his side.
"I want your love / And I want your revenge/ You and me could write a bad
romance/ I want your love and/ All your love is revenge/ You and me could write
a bad romance"
The corseted girl started singing along to the chorus about half way . As she
bangs on her guitar energetically, her and the lead singer share an intense
stare. Dean feels odd when he starts thinking about that astounding blue gaze
directed at him.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! / Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!/ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!/ Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!/
Caught in a bad romance/ Want your bad romance"
They're singing synchronized now, voices twisted together passionately. Every
time Castiel growls out the word 'romance' he makes it sound dirty and
forbidden.
"I want your horror / I want your design/ 'Cause you're a criminal/ As long as
your mine/ I want your love/ Love-love-loves/ I want your love"
Every word is starting to sound filthy to Dean, like bad lines from a porn and
he isn't sure if it's the way this guy sings it or the luscious, totally
sensual mouth its coming out of. The song goes on, at least Dean is pretty sure
it does. His brain may have fried out until the next lines slither out that
porn star mouth. Wait, when did this guy become a porn star? Damnit, Dean,
focus.
"I want your psycho / Your vertical stick/ Want you in my rear window/ 'Cause
baby you're sick"
Now Dean knows his brain is gone because when the words 'vertical stick' come
out of the little bastards mouth he gropes himself. Dean tries to shake out of
it by looking at the lead guitarist and her kinky boots but his eyes just wont
stay there. It doesn't really help that they're inching closer now and Dean
cant help but look at both of them. When they share the microphone in Castiel's
hand they start rutting against each other on stage and goddamn if that's the
way he looks when he is turned on then Dean wouldn't mind a little more
rutting.
"I want your love / And I want your revenge/ I want your love/ I don't wanna be
friends/ Je deux amour/ Et te veux ta revanche/ Je deux amour/ I don't wanna be
friends"
Dean no longer has to think about what it would be like to have those eyes on
him because when Castiel drops on his knees andrips open his fucking shirt as
he rants in French and is right in front of Dean. His eyes lock with Dean's
immediately while he humps the damn floor like a stripper. Their stare is
locked as the last note rings through the room and breaks when the guy stands
back up.
When Deans brain turns back on he finally realizes one really bad thing. He is
fucking hard. For a dude. In the middle of a crowd. Next to his fucking baby
brother. Oh shit, what the fuck is wrong with him?
"We're Castiel and the Angelics, thanks for listening folks."
His tone is oddly calm after all that screaming he just did but the sound of
his voice is just as deep and raspy. The crowd starts shouting out 'encore!'
over and over, Dean even notices Sam shouting along with them. The bass guy
says something that makes the singer laugh lowly into the mic. "Wish we could
but our time's up, come out to see us again."
Oh god, that laugh. Dean can feel himself twitch in his pants. Even as the
Angelics are packing up and leaving the stage, Dean can't stop looking at this
guy and silently freaking out about it.His attention is finally brought back to
Earth when that perfect ass (WHAT?) is backstage again and Dean can focus on
getting the fuck out of this place. Sam saw his woman, that means Dean can
leave and he's about to hell Sam as much when he feels the moose grab his elbow
and man-handle him out of the crowd.
Dean lets out an inaudible sigh of relief. Which, unfortunately, doesn't last
very long when he figures out that Sam isn't leading them towards the exit but
to the backstage area.
"What are you doing?" He shouts at his brother and, no, he does not sound
hysterical because Dean Winchester does not get hysterical, goddamnit.
"I wanna say hi to Anna." Sam turns and looks at him with those big hazel puppy
dog eyes that no one can say no to and fuck. Fuck Sam. Fuck him and his stupid
face that can make Dean do anything for him no matter how freaked out he is
about his boner for a dude. Dean pulls a face but goes along with Sam anyway.
Fuck. He is so screwed.
***** I Got Off To Katy Perry WTFx2 *****
Chapter by ThimblesEcho23
Chapter Notes
     Listen to Everybody Dies in Utahs cover of ET if you wanna know the
     type of sound I imagine Castiels band has.
     Disclaimer: Kripke owns it all! *bitchface*
Castiel feels frozen with hungry green eyes locked onto his.What the hell are
you doing get your ass up! The last notes float across the room, his body moves
without his say so and the same words he says every night tumble out of his
mouth. He's pretty sure there's some nervous laughter in there somewhere too
when Balthazar makes a lewd comment along the lines of 'giving them what they
what' and 'getting naked'.
The room is a mad house but he bullshits his way backstage, completely numb to
the crowds screams and the pats on his back from the backstage crew. He needs
to get out of here. He needs to fucking breath. He takes his iPOD Nano out of
his pocket and shoves the headphones into his ears and presses play. No one
will stop to talk to him if he can't hear them. He is so close to the backdoor
that he can taste fresh air when he feels a small body tackle his into one of
the old couches along the hallway. His muscles tense in a second of  panic
until a familiar perfume smacks his nose and he lets his body go limp.
His lead guitarist Elly, best friend and giant pain in his ass, is wiggling up
his frame until she is straddling his hips and their bodies are pressed
together completely. He can smell the pot on the couch cushions and the leather
of her boots and corset. He can feel the buckles digging into his skin and the
lace on his still bare chest. This is why he tried so hard to get away. Castiel
is always especially aware after shows, his energy zapped away, like the crowd
absorbed it, leaving him hypersensitive and raw.
Elly tugs on the wires until one of the buds pop out and her hot breath
replaces it. "You are not getting away from the after party, Novak."
Castiel tries to give her his best death glare but it fails miserably when she
presses them closer and gives him her best coquettish smile. She shoves his
headphone back into his ear and flashes him four fingers. He has four minutes
to rest here and pull himself together. He lays back and lets his hands wander
over the familiar body, hiking up her skirt and caressing milky thighs. Elly
presses her face in the nook between his shoulder and neck, warming him with
every breath, her arms placed lazily on his chest. It would be an incredibly
sexy moment, if they weren't with each other.
He closes his eyes and tries to relax but green eyes instantly flash into his
mind. The way that the guy in the flannel had pressed up close to the stage and
licked at his deliciously full lips in reaction to Castiels voice. He knew a
lot of things he wanted to do with that mouth. That guy had been gorgeous and
the way he watched Castiel perform hadn't been like the way other fans watched
him. It was like they were alone and Castiel was naked and putting on a show
just for him. He couldn't help it when he had started teasing the poor guy,
curious to see how much attention he could get.
"Dude, are you hard?" Elly sounds more amused then anything but his face still
flushes in embarrassment when he realizes that he is. He is pressed against his
best friend, on a dirty smelly couch, getting hard thinking about some totally
butch guy in the crowd. Before he can get out a proper response she is sitting
up and peeling them apart. She rearranges her skirt for a second before
offering him her hand, a pretty smile on her face.
"Come on Novak, you can't avoid your adoring fans forever. Raging boner or
not."
"No." he can't stop the pout from forming on his lips.
She lets out a frustrated sigh. Castiel doesn't understand why, he isn't good
with people and Elly knows it. He is good with the physical aspect of
relationships but can never manage basic conversation. He never gets what
people his own age are talking about and all the groupies attempts at flirting
always just make him uncomfortable.
He is tempted to see if the green eyed guy hung around though.
"Come on!" she starts wiggling her fingers and her hips. As if that would temp
him into thinking after parties are fun. "If you go you can eye bang that
hottie from earlier."
Of course she noticed. Damnit. He grabs her hand and lets her think that she is
helping him stand up.
"Fine! But if I give you the signal we make out." It's their old back up plan.
When Castiel gets over his head they pretend to make out. Elly is one of the
few people Castiel lets touch him so people just assume that they're humping
each other anyway and when he needs to hook up with people he just lies, saying
his relationship with Elly is 'open'. It works for them both and its not like
making out with her is horrible.
"If green eyes is there I don't think you will want lil' old me but if you
insist." She winks at him and starts down the hallway. He gives the glowing red
Exit one last longing look before following her.
They head down the hall into a smoky back room that is already too loud for his
taste. He grabs Ellys hand and squeezes as he scans the room for green eyed and
sexy. Castiel doesn't see him however and tries not to show how disappointed he
really is. The party wraps around him and he finds himself the center of
attention like always.
This is going to be a long night.
-PAGEBREAK YO-
Sam gets distracted chatting up the hot red head he introduced as Anna and Dean
manages to slip away to the dirty bathroom. It's not nearly as crowded as Dean
expects the general public one is but its still too many people for his comfort
and takes way too long for him to get a stall. He leans against the cold wall
and attempts to calm his breathing. Him and his dick are about to have a
serious conversation about why this is not okay.
He sits on the toilet and stares hard at his crotch.We are not gay not so
little Dean and we definitely don't get boners in the middle of crowds.He
braces his hands on the walls around him and he can feel the vibrations of the
crappy music of the most recent reject band and knows that if he closes his
eyes he will see an intense blue stare and a porn star mouth. His voice had
been so deep and Dean just imagines that mouth gasping his name. Damn, didn't
he come in here to calm down? This isn't working. So he thinks un-sexy
thoughts. He has homework to do when he gets home and he knows the whole drive
home Sammy is going to do nothing but talk about that red head Anna and his
'feelings' and Dad will probably be passed out drunk when they get home…
All right. The rebellion that was Deans dick is over. Brain: 1 Penis: 0. He
feels oddly proud of himself as he walks out of the stall, like he just secured
his man-points. He's not really paying attention to where he's going however
and feels a small body bump into his once outside the door.
Its kinky boots. Dean can see her clearer now and she really is pretty hot.
Long black hair, an hour glass body with a round cherub like face and a pink
poutty mouth set in an almost knowing smile. Like she totally knew Dean was
contemplating jacking off thinking about a dude in the bathroom. Deans brain
panics for a mili-second, then realizes that this is a chick, Dean, you know
what to do with a chick.
"Hey darlin' good show." Dean gives her his best sexy panty dropping smile but
her smug look doesn't waver.
"Thanks. You should really come back to the party. I think you would find it
really fun." The way she says it is just stuffed with innuendo but Dean gets
the feeling he is being mocked. Before he can answer something hard and plastic
is shoved into his hand.
"At least take our CD. You seemed to really enjoy the music." Again with the
implied if you know what I mean. Now Dean is really confused because this girl
is definitely mocking him.
"Yeah, sure, thanks." She is already swaying back down the hall looking proud
of herself. Well, that was weird.
Dean feels someone tap his shoulder and turns to see Sam scowling at him.
"Dude, are you ready to go? I know you're like miserable here."
Dean gives a curt nod and heads out the back exit so that he can make a bee-
line to the car, Sam frowns a little (Bitch Face #27) but follows.
Dean can't help but be tense the whole drive home while Sam goes on and on
about Anna. Just like Dean knew he would. When he was in the bathroom trying to
clam his boner. Damnit! He is supposed to be not thinking about this. He
practically starts to weep with joy when he pulls into their drive way and puts
Sam on Dad duty so that he can run straight to his bedroom.
He sits down on his bed and gets out his laptop, taking the CD kinky boots gave
him out of his pocket and tosses it into the disk drive. While it's uploading
he looks at the cover. Its the entire band in their prep school uniforms with
angel wings peeking out, Castiel in the front on his knees like he is praying.
His tie pulled down and shirt unbuttoned just enough. He has the same intense
almost rapturous look on his face as when he was performing. Dean hides the
case under a pillow. If he cant see it he cant think about it.
He thinks about the kinky boots girl again and tells himself next time he sees
her he will flirt, get himself and his wily dick back on track. No getting
distracted by angelic dudes with fuck me mouths.
Dean goes through his usual bed time routine, with the exception of the shower
being just a little too cold and Sam's bitching about him taking too long in
the bathroom. It's not Deans fault that they were out so late and Sammy is a
big man-girl about how much sleep he gets.
He dresses for bed in just his sweats and flops onto his bed next to his laptop
and clicks on Highway to Hell. Dean always listens to music when he is relaxing
at the end of the day. He tries to conjure his favorite masturbation fodder;
his ex Lisa in her cheerleading uniform. She is kneeling down in front of him
smiling and leisurely undoing his jeans.
Dean wraps his hand around himself trying to concentrate on the image and just
as he finally gets his rhythm going the music abruptly stops and an unfamiliar
beat hits him.
"You're so hypnotizing/ could you be the devil/ could you be an angel/ your
touch magnetizing/ feels like I am floating/ leaves my body glowing"
The voice is deep and familiar and Dean feels himself instantly get harder. His
eyes flutter closed as he works up and down slowly. Blue eyes lock into his as
Castiel pulls his painfully hard dick from his jeans. He smiles coyly before
licking up the base. Dean bucks into his own hand.
"They say be afraid/ you're not like the others, futuristic lover/ different
DNA, they don't understand you"
The heavy drums and base vibrate though Deans body. He tries to correct his
mind and get back to Lisa but Castiel just swallows him down. Pink lips sliding
down as Deans breath hitches.
"Kiss me, k-k-kiss me/ infect me with your lovein/ fill me with your poison/
take me, t-t-take me/ wanna be your victim, ready for abduction/ boy, you're an
alien/ your touch so foreign/ its supernatural, extraterrestrial"
His body warms all over as the words 'take me take me' in that deep demanding
voice invade his every thought. Oh fuck. Imaginary Castiel is enthusiastic
about his current position on his knees in front of Dean. Dean conjures the
look in his eyes when he had been kneeling in front of stage. When he had been
looking right at Dean.
"There is this transcendental, on another level/ boy, you're my lucky star/ I
wanna walk on your wave length/ and be there when you vibrate/ for you I'll
risk it all"
Dean can feel how close he is, a burning need in the pit of his stomach. His
rhythm speeds up with the rhythm of Castiel's voice. Dean can see Cas kneeling
before him, lips working up and down and messy hair just asking to be pulled.
His voice crawling into his mind. Just begging Dean to give it to him.
"Kiss me, k-k-kiss me/ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison"
'Fill me with your poison' does him in and he is coming all over his hand.
"take me, t-t-take me/ I wanna be your victim"
The last chorus is playing as Deans body hums with satisfaction.
His eyes fly open. What the hell just happened?
***** Lets not think about it?(And Epicly Fail) *****
A stranger hovers above him, strong calloused hands running over his body,
everywhere at once except for the one place he wants them to be.
"Don't be a tease." His voice comes out rougher then normal.
He grinds into the strong body, trying to get friction and is rewarded with a
dark chuckle and bruising kiss. Feverish and needing he whimpers into a warm
mouth. He pulls away and looks into laughing green eyes as those glorious hands
slowly start to work their way down to exactly where he needs them. They glide
down his chest and hips parting his thighs and smacking his ass… wait what?
That's two too many hands.
"Damn Novak we have got to stop meeting like this."
Castiel's eyes startle open at the sound of his obviously highly amused best
friend and realizes he has a raging boner. Again. His face warms until he hears
a burst of giggles.
"It's not funny." He tries hard to sound indignant but just can't in the face
of her hysterical giggles.
"Dude, were you having a wet dream about a total stranger?"
"No." It's an unconvincing mumble and only elicits another infuriating giggle.
She presses her face into his chest to smother the laughter and when her
breathing finally calms they begin to untangle from their sleeping position.
Castiel looks around himself realizing that they has passed out in the pool
house. After a long night of waiting for green eyes Elly had insisted that they
return to her perpetually abandoned home to 'get thoroughly trashed and wet.'
Castiel had happily agreed to doing anything that didn't involve groupies.
"Are you guys still sleeping?" Anna saunters into the room and stops in front
them, a disapproving look on her face. They must look pretty crazy. Elly gets
up to stretch and lazily look around for her clothing while Castiel just rolls
onto his stomach. It seems they had deemed their underwear temporary bathing
suits and had only stripped away their outer layers. Castiel stretched on plush
cushions in checkered boxer briefs trying to hide his wilting erection from
Anna. Which was not wilting fast enough for his liking at all.
"You know Novak isn't a morning person." Elly smiled turning to flick Castiel's
ass cheek before his eyes can slide closed again. Castiel glared at her in
response but remained quiet.
Anna just rolled her eyes. "So I'm assuming you haven't heard the news, then?"
She got two identical blank stares in response.
"God, you two should drink less. Our school burned down last night!"
"I totally have an alibi! I was here with Novak all night." Elly chirped.
"They caught the guy who did it, you moron. I am a little worried about the
fact you thought you were a suspect though."
"So... what your saying is… no school?" Elly had a look of pure joy on her
face, obviously already planning what to do with her days off.
"No, we're totally not that lucky. Everyone's being transferred to public
schools until ours is rebuilt." Anna scoffed.
Castiel happily stood to stretch, enjoying his lack of embarrassing arousal and
gave both girls a lazy shrug. "Well, that is sure to be an interesting social
experiment. At the very least."Anna laughs at his 'joke' and leaves the pool
house. Elly pouts for a moment before following her.
Castiel decides to leave the girls to lounge and gossip by the pool. He goes
into the house to shower and dress in fresh clothing, thanking god he kept
extra clothes at Elly's house at all times. When he came back outside he finds
Elly perfectly content to sunbathe in her bra and panties with Anna next to her
in a blue bikini.
Wandering back into the pool house he picks through his clothes from last
night. He finds his phone and scrolls through the multitude of missed calls and
texts. He felt himself go cold as he read the last message "You cant hide from
me forever pet."
"So I have good news and then I have super awesome news but I don't know if I
want to tell you." Elly teases from the door way of the little hut.
Castiel smiles, pushes 'delete all' and turns to acknowledge his friend. He can
tell she is practically bursting to tell him whatever gossip she had gotten
from Anna. Castiel widens his eyes as big as they will go, slowly stepping
towards her. His head tipped to the right and he gets closer until they are
practically sharing air.
"Stop that. Baby Owl isn't gonna work on me."
"Hoo."
"No, stop it." Despite her best efforts a smile is spreading across her face.
"Hoo. Hoo."
Castiel collides their foreheads together gently as he gives his last 'hoo'
causing laughter to spill out of them both.
"I know green eye's name." Elly can't keep the sing-song tone out of her voice.
Castiel wraps his long arms around her waist and uses his weight to throw them
both onto the nearest plush couch. "Tell me!"
"His name is Dean Winchester, he plays lacrosse for his school Huntersville
High. He drives a bitchin' classic car and just broke up with his cheerleader
girlfriend two weeks ago." It all comes tumbling out of her mouth like it was
just too much to keep in. "Wanna hear how that isn't the super awesome news?"
Castiel straightens himself up and looks into her eyes deeply, excited. "Hit
me."
"Huntersville High is where they're sending us until the new school is done."
-(PAGE) BREAK DANCING TIME-
Dean thought about how he didn't do his math homework the next morning. He
thought about lacrosse practice, tuning up the car and how best to avoid Meg
Masters during lunch. He did not however think about how his dick had once
again betrayed him. Oh and how his brain had fully joined in the rebellion as
well. It didn't help that Sammy was extra bitchy that morning on the way to
school, pouting the whole way and leaving Dean mostly alone with his
treacherous thoughts.
His dirty, dirty gay treacherous thoughts.
Getting into the school parking lot seems more difficult then Dean remembered
it being on Friday. After ten minutes of waiting to get a parking spot he
realizes its because there are twice as many cars. Really fucking nice,
expensive cars he has never seen before.
"Sam. What the hell is going on?" Sam has to know what's happening. Sam always
knows what's going on everywhere. But alas, Sam just pulls a Bitch Face (#6)
and shrugs. So much for that big head of his. They get out of the car, heading
towards their separate classes when Dean notices teachers herding everyone into
the gym. "YO! Sammy!"
Dean motions to the hubbub when Sam looks over at him and gestures for Sam to
'come here.'
"Dude, don't call me that." Sam says when they're walking next to each other
again but doesn't say anything else. After being ushered to the uncomfortable
bleachers he can't stop the speculations from tumbling out, however. Dean
doesn't really pay any attention since it's mostly about new shit for the
school. Blah blah, new computers, blah.
"Attention! Everyone! Can I have your attention!" Vice-Principal Douche-
Nozzle's voice comes out too loud from the speakers around the make shift stage
at one end of the court. Everyone quiets down because they know if they don't
the dick will make them all sit there for hours, starting and re-starting the
quiet game. "All right. As I'm sure you all know St. Mary's Academy was the
unfortunate victim of arson late last night."
No fucking shit. Dean couldn't believe it. He looks over at Sam and sees that
he's just as confused as Dean is. That stupid hipster club was only like three
blocks away.
"Most of the school is gone and what is left isn't safe." he goes on after a
dramatic pause. "I am also sure that you have noticed the extra flow of
students today. Huntersville, as well as New Bridge and Lawrence, has agreed to
host the orphaned students until a replacement school is completed." The entire
gym goes into an uproar. Huntersville is already a crowded school and now it
was going to be even worse? "Children! Children! Calm down! This isn't a bad
thing. Think of it as new experiences, a chance to interact with new people. It
wont be that bad, so quit griping about things you can't change and if any of
you put one toe out of line while these prep school kids are here, there will
be serious consequences."
***** Hey lets stalk each other(thats not gay) *****
Chapter Summary
     Warnings: the usual, boners, dirty thoughts because we are ladies
     damnit and wait till a proper amount of time to share our porn :)
They had ended up skipping the first day of their 'new' school. Hangovers are
not good for a first impression and they could totally play off the whole 'my
parents are worried' thing that a lot of their peers were doing.
Castiel is nervous for a multitude of reasons and despite spending all of
yesterday planning what Elly called 'a plan of attack' he doesn't feel too
confident at the moment. Standing by his car with keys in hand he just cann't
seem to make his body actually move.
"You're not trying to start the car with your brain again are you?" Castiel
rolls his eyes. A guy is convinced he has a super power once and people never
drop it.
Elly smiles at him and takes the keys out of his frozen hand. She gives him a
once over and scowls. "That's not what you're wearing, right?"
Castiel looks down at his plain jeans and t-shirt and sighs. He isn't really
the type to care how he looks but Elly seems to today.
"We are trying to catch you a lacrosse playing sex god here Novak, now lets go
change shall we?"
"We will be late for school." Castiel objects even though Elly is already at
his front door.
"Yeah, 'cause that's been so important to you before, ya wuss. Now hurry up or
you're wearing the leather pants." Castiel flushes red at the suggestion and
runs to catch up. He freaking hates those pants.
A half hour gone and two outfits later Elly deemed Castiel 'lickable' and
drives them to school. Castiel hates going to the school he is used to and now
he has to deal with a new crowded one. At St. Mary's Elly and him had most of
the same classes and she tended to do the talking for the both of them. Castiel
doesn't know if they will have any of the same classes now, let alone the same
lunch and feels his stomach clench at the thought of being alone amongst so
many strangers. Most of the people at their prep school knew Castiel for a long
time and grasps that he isn't the talkative type. Though they assume he is just
an aloof artsy type. It never crosses anyone's mind Castiel might just be
painfully shy and awkward.
It takes them forever to find a parking spot and when they finally do park
Castiel isn't quite convinced it is legal no matter how much Elly protests. In
spite of them being late and skipped a day there is still a line to get their
class list and a hall pass. Elly instantly snatches Castiel's schedule and
compares it to her own, she seems pleased with the results as she grabs his
hand and heads down the hall towards Castiels first class. She doesn't let go
and begins to mindlessly swing their arms like they are skipping children. She
does this when she is worried about him, a habit from when they were younger
and walking around the block waiting for his parents to stop fighting or her
mother to sober up. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he reaches to reject the
call immediately. He knows who it is and the reminder makes him cling harder.
They stop in front of a class room and she gives him a soft smile as she slips
his Nano into his hands.
"Go get 'em rockstar." and with a wink she is walking towards her own class.
-THIS IS A MOTHERFUCKIN' PAGE BREAK-
Dean doesn't enjoy English class much, the teacher is a dick, Meg Masters
always seems to manage to get the seat right next to him so she can make sex
eyes at him the whole class and it makes Dean feel icky all over.
Dean is in the middle of ignoring another bad Meg innuendo when another late
prep kid comes in. He doesn't bother to look up until he hears Meg give a quiet
chuckle and mumble of "Well, hello there, rich boy."
Castiel stands at the front of the class looking for a free seat. He looks even
better then last time Dean had seen him, now clad in a pair of just barely
tight jeans and blue button up shirt that makes his eyes seem brighter.
God Dean, its one thing to stare at a guys ass but seriously? His eyes?
He heads down the aisle towards Dean and for a second Deans heart becomes a
little too loud as the eyes he had been thinking about whilefreaking
masturbating last nightsweep over him. He resists the urge to turn his head to
follow Cas as he passes to slide into the seat directly behind him. He hears
the light click of a button and the distant sound of music playing. It is too
loud in the room for Dean to really hear what is playing but he thinks it's a
pop beat.
For the first time in his life Dean tries to make his mind stay on school work.
He is totally not thinking about those lips and what he had imagined them doing
last night. Then the evil part of Deans brain reminds him those lips are right
behind him and he should just take them if he likes them so much. I bet he
tastes better then pie. Dean feels a knot building in his stomach and damnit I
am not going to get a boner in class like I'm a freaking freshmen. Dean decides
he only has one choice, he stabs himself in the thigh with his pencil. Dean
quietly promises himself he will muster all of his self control and not have to
do it again. Dean will stab himself five more times during class, he will have
a limp when he tries to leave but counts it as a victory because hey, no boner
when he stands up.
He is gathering his books when he feels someone get pushed into his back and
strong hands wrap around his waist to avoid falling. Dean turns to tell the guy
to watch where he is going but shuts up when he instantly recognizes the man
holding onto him for balance. Cas pulls back quickly and mumbles an 'excuse me'
as he flees the room.
Damn that voice. Damn it to hell and back again.
Dean snatches his binder and backpack and puts them in front of his crotch,
great he maimed himself for no reason because he still got stuck with an
awkward boner at school. Dean has got to do something about this or it is going
kill him, if not of a heart attack then most definitely of embarrassment.
Dean doesn't see him again until lunch; he's leaning against a tree, headphones
still in and bobbing his head lightly to an unknown beat. He seems content away
from the crowd of the hallways and looks more relaxed then when Dean had seen
him in class or on stage. Cas' eyes suddenly fly open as if he can sense Deans
gaze on him but instead of looking away shyly like most people he simply
returns the stare. His eyes hold that same intensity as when he had been saying
lewd things in French. Dean isn't sure how long the staring lasts but has to
force himself away when his team mate Victor starts talking to him about
practice, slowly leading Dean to where he usually sits. He actually gets caught
up in talking to Victor about sharing the gym with the prep schools Mixed
Martial Arts Club after school. Victor is pretty pissed about it and so is the
rest of the team, including Dean. They have their first game in a few weeks and
they need all the training they can get. It is kind of bull they have to share
just because the rich kids have a tournament or whatever coming up.
"Hey man, I heard their captain was a hottie though," another of Deans team
mates smiles.
Victor snorts "I don't care if she looks like Angelina Jolie. If her or any of
those prep school punks get in the way, I'm kicking their asses out."
"Wait. Tomb Raider Angelina or has ten kids Angelina?" Dean grins. "Cuz there's
a big difference."
-NOW GIMMIE ALL YOUR CASH-
After lunch Castiel's classes and all of the faces in the hall begin to blur. A
few are familiar people stop him to ask about class or the bands next show but
Castiel manages to keep the chats short. He can feel the urge to run from
school through out the day but knows that if he leaves alone Elly will throw a
fit. No one wants an Elly fit if it can be avoided. Thankfully his last period
is study hall and he finds the library, unsurprisingly empty. There is only one
other kid in the room and while he looks slightly familiar Castiel simply can't
handle another inane conversation and quickly dodges the kid to get to the back
of the library. After sending Elly a quick text with his location he turns up
the volume on his music and rests his head on the desk. After a little
rearranging he gets comfortable and closes his eyes to drift off.
He had just been about to leave a hickey on the Deans inner thigh when he
distantly feels a sharp smack to the back of the head. He opens his eyes to
find Elly standing above him with that stupid 'I know what you were thinking'
smile of hers. Instead of the mocking as he expected however, all he gets is
another poke.
"Come on sleeping beauty, its punchy time!"
Castiel forces his tired body up and follows Elly out of the library stretching
as he goes.
"I heard we have to share the gym with another team. Are you going to be able
to handle sharing Elly?" Elly scowls at the question and simply shakes her
head. While she is usually all smiles and nude jokes, Elly takes her martial
arts seriously. In the last two years she has steadily been pushing the team
further with harsher training and longer hours of practicing. The team assumes
she is just obsessed with winning but Castiel knows better and worries she
pushes herself even harder at home. He can't help but feel a little guilty, if
it wasn't for him marital arts would still just be a hobby for Elly. He voiced
this concern once and had gotten a smack upside the head and instructions for
him to get over himself. She ran more then usual the next day though and had
insisted on adding a half hour to Castiel's strike practice.
Their team is waiting for them on the track after they changed and Castiel can
spot some of the local boys from the school already running around the track.
Elly begins to stretch and Castiel follows. He always pays attention during
practice because if Elly suspects you aren't she punishes you and the girl had
a freakish love for push ups. Soon they are all running onto the track at their
own paces, Castiel and Elly racing at the front as usual. Castiel is a fast
runner and is soon way ahead of his team mates, it doesn't take him long to
pass by a few of the other teams people either. Castiel is closing in on
finishing his first lap when the runner in front of him stops on the grass by
the bleachers to peel off his shirt and then start running again. Castiel can
now see the well built glistening muscles on the back of the student in front
of him as he gets closer and instead of bypassing the student he finds himself
slowing down just enough to still be behind the other guy. His eyes wander
further down to the guys ass and pumping legs.
It isn't until Elly passes him and the other guy, singing to herself loudly,
that he realizes he has been stalking a fellow student on the track. Thankfully
at the end of the next lap the guy stops and heads inside with his team mates.
Castiel wills himself not to check out the guys face and concentrates on making
Elly eat his dust.
-ANOTHER ONE? WHAT'S WITH ALL THE POV SWITCHING!-
Dean and his team mates have a bet-pool going on when the prep kids are going
to quit and go home panting but they're all shocked when they keep going even
as Deans team heads for the weight room. They had started only a few minutes
after them but file into the gym a half hour later. The weight room door is
open, giving Dean a good view of the gymnasium where they're setting up sparing
mats now and doing post running stretches. Dean finally recognizes the small
girl barking orders as kinky boots from the concert when she catches him
watching and winks.
She makes the 'come here' gesture to another student that's stretching across
the room. They bend their heads together and Dean gets the funny feeling he is
being gossiped about. That is until Dean sees the other person shake their
head. They finally look at Dean and, dear God, its Castiel. Dean thought he had
seen him on the track but just assumed that his stupid hormones were fucking
with him but no, Castiel is standing in the gym looking at Dean who suddenly
feels all naked. That might also be because he has no shirt on like most of the
guys in the room. Castiel goes back to arguing with kinky boots as the rest of
their friends pair off and begin sparring. Castiel it seems has lost his
argument and walks away, Dean is about to go back to his work out when he sees
kinky boots jogging towards him.
"Hey, you. Know where I can find your team Captain?" Dean wants to lie and say
no he doesn't just to avoid another weird ass conversation with this chick but
thinks better of it. Normally Dean would take advantage of the chance to talk
to a hot sweaty chick. Right, time to get that wily dick back on track.
"You're loonkin' at him, sweet heart. Name's Dean." Dean pours all his charm
into his smile and sits up to look her in the eyes. Ladies love the green eyes.
"Awesome, I'm Elly. Look we're short a man since a few people on my team
weren't transferred here and I was wondering if you had a guy to spare for some
light sparring." She says it cheerfully like she is asking for a hug, not to
beat on some of Dean's guys.
Wrestling with a smoking' hot chick should beat some of those dirty thoughts
about Cas out of Deans head, though. One guy shouts something about wrestling
Elly anytime in private and more then one guy volunteers but her stare doesn't
waver from Dean.
"Sure, why not. I'm done here for now anyway, I'll spar with you." Dean smirks
and winks suggestively just for good measure but as soon as he agrees Elly
grins like the cat that caught the canary and starts to drag him to the gym.
Dean hears catcalls and more then a few jealous boos from his team mates follow
him out the door. She leads him to a blue mat and Dean waits for her to get
into one of those weird stances he always sees fighters use but she just stands
there.
"Go ahead. Attack me." Dean spends the next twenty minutes being slammed into
the ground a multitude of times.
Dean isn't a bad fighter by any means, his dad was a marine and one of the few
things Dean ever got from the bastard was boxing lessons, but this girl is fast
and damn strong, she bends in ways Deans never seen before and always ends up
on top of him. It gets really weird when he has her pinned under him. She bends
her leg crazy far back and instead of thinking about her, all Dean thinks is I
wonder if Cas can do that too.
The entire time Dean can hear his team mates whooping when he manages to get on
top or she wraps her legs around him. Even with all the skin on skin contact
with Elly and her ample T&A Dean still gets distracted when they take a break
and Cas pulls his t-shirt off, leaving him in nothing but a tight tank top.
Dean can see now that the guy is lean but all muscle. Dean bets he has strong
legs, good for wrapping around your waist, the boy was made for wall sex. Wall
sex with Cas dominates his mind for more then a few seconds until Elly twists
his arm behind his back and kicks the back of his knee to make him fall.
Without loosening her grip on his wrist she leans down and whispers in his ear
"Don't worry Dean, you can spar Cas next time, I promise." She says spar like a
normal person would say fuck and Dean will never admit it but he is pretty sure
he blushing. She puts all her weight on him and makes Dean eat mat. He doesn't
mind, he is too busy wondering if Elly is the type to keep her promises.
***** Wait...What just Happened? *****
Chapter Notes
     A Note from obsession-rules-me: So I'm the one who wrote the
     pornyness here. I take full responsibility for being the pervert.
     *raises hand* It was me.
Castiel feels a twinge of pity every time Deans face hits the mat, he is all
too familiar with just how rough Elly can be when in the mood to inflict pain.
He also feels a ping of jealousy every time her legs wrap around Deans waist.
It is stupid he knows, Elly would never actually flirt with Dean. She sweeps
her leg behind Deans sending him tumbling to the floor and is about to pin him
when Dean uses his superior strength to flip them pinning Elly instead.
Deans team cheers every time Dean manages to get on top and seem to have
stopped their conditioning to make loud innuendos at their captain. Castiel is
so busy trying to squash the little green monster growing in his stomach that
his sparring partner Balthazar easily slams him down.
"A little distracted there Cassie, darling?" Balthazar is obviously gloating
and Castiel tells himself he can't let that continue but despite his best
efforts when ever he hears a cheer from the weight room he turns to look at his
best friend and Dean to find them in some sort of precarious situation.
It doesn't help that Balthazar is a terrible flirt and handsy to boot. He is
winning so easily that he almost looks annoyed. Castiel barely gets his
concentration back and the upper hand when an especially loud cheer makes both
him and Balthazar turn to find Elly straddling Deans hips and pinning his arms
above his head with a look of utter triumph on her face.
"Lucky boy." Balthazar laughs before he trips Castiel and twists his arm into a
painful angle. "I wonder if he realizes Elly is going for his junk every time
she flips him…"
Worst practice ever.
They take a ten minute break during which Castiel tries to get his head back to
practicing. He can feel Dean eyes on him as he peels his sweat soaked outer
shirt off. He knows it shouldn't but it boosts his ego a tad bit and when Elly
walks by and winks its just another reminder he has no reason to be jealous, he
feels much better. Balthazar is going to regret taking advantage if him being
distracted. Castiel is rather rough with Balthazar in retaliation but Balthazar
just laughs and says something about liking it rough. He has him in a
particularly nasty hold and practice is almost over when Castiel catches sight
of Elly leaning over Dean from behind and whispering something into his ear and
damn, Castiel cant help but think that Dean looks adorable when his face
flushes a deep crimson before she slams him down the rest of the way.
He leaves a few minutes early to get his shower in and is buttoning his shirt
back up when the other boys herd into the room. A few of his team mates wave or
nod his way before heading to their own lockers. Castiel is leaning down to tie
his shoe laces and when he looks up to a well toned stomach. Its a very nice
tummy and Castiel imagines his tongue tracing every line in it.
"Hey, sorry man, didn't see you there." Dean is standing oddly close to him and
Castiel feels silly when he realizes that he is just standing there, staring at
Dean sans-clothing and sweaty.
"It is alright." He knows his voice sounds low and gravelly,move before you
embarrass yourself. "Excuse me "
Castiel moves around Dean without actually giving the other more space, it
takes all his self control not to just move those last few inches and touch
Dean. He doesn't look back as he races out of the changing room but he can feel
eyes following him the whole way out. He waits outside the gym door for Elly,
it only takes three minutes and forty-six seconds. Elly rambles the whole way
to the car about 'the plan' and how utterly brilliant she is. They pass by the
library where Anna and a tall junior, that Castiel now knows is Deans little
brother ( that's not stalker-ish at all, Castiel), are chatting and she gives a
little wave when she sees them. Castiel can tell that the poor kid has got it
bad for Anna and suddenly realizes where Elly has been getting all her
information. Elly shoots a glance at the junior's ass before returning to her
chattering. Castiel rolls his eyes, the girl has the attention span of a
squirrel.
"Seriously Novak, not even half a woody but when I subtly suggested he might
get a turn with you, man, I have never seen a guy so turned on and embarrassed
at the same time. Are you even listening?" Castiel has never seen Elly even
attempt anything near subtle but he doesn't say anything, just nods. Elly's
chatter dies abruptly when they get outside and she stops walking, a dumb
struck and almost comically outraged look on her face. Castiel follows her line
of sight to his car, or what used to be his car. The once pristine vehicle is
covered in scratches, he can make out crude, badly spelled sayings like 'slut',
'whore' and 'fag'. All four of his tires are slashed open and the passenger
side window is shattered.
He thinks Elly looks like one of those cartoons that blow steam out of their
ears (he may be in shock) but the seconds tick by and the look melts into
something more devious.
"Whoa, who did you piss off?" They were both focused on Castiel's car and
didn't notice Dean's approach. He looks just as confused as Castiel feels and
it distracts him from the fact his car is totally trashed.
"Hey Dean. Do me a favor and take Novak home, will ya? I have some stuff to
take care of." Elly doesn't wait for an answer before heading back towards the
school.
"You don't have-" Castiel begins but Dean cuts him off by giving him an open
and utterly charming smile.
"Nah, it's no problem. Come on my Baby's this way."
Baby? Castiel follows Dean across the parking lot and stops at a classic black
car. Dean seems to be beaming as he unlocks the doors. Castiel doesn't know
much about cars but by Deans look feels he should say something.
"You keep her in very good condition." Castiel didn't think it possible but
Deans smile gets bigger as he slides into the car. Castiel can't help but feel
a rush of pride in himself. He said the right thing, for once in his life he
didn't mess up a conversation before it even started. He realizes that he can
feel himself smiling back at Dean as he gets into the passenger seat.
The drive is long but not as awkward as he expected it to be. Dean seems to
have no problem talking to strangers and keeps Castiel interacting, the whole
conversation being about random things. He's actually having fun and thinks,
hopes, that Dean is too, he's kind of disappointed when he is telling Dean to
pull into his drive way. Castiel has never been good at polite interactions but
he knows that this was a good one and he doesn't want it to stop, he doesn't
want Dean to go and... Oh, fuck it.
Dean turns his head to say something but Castiel catches his mouth in a kiss
before he can speak. There is a horrific second where Dean freezes and Castiel
is scared he is going to get punched right in his face but instead Dean lets
out a deep groan and pulls him closer. A tongue peeks out to trace lips, asking
for entrance and he allows Dean to deepen the kiss. Dean's hand is cradling the
back of Castiel's head and he tugs lightly on his hair, causing a growl.
Before he can over think it Castiel is crawling into Deans lap, straddling his
thighs and pressing them as close as possible. In the back of his mind he can
feel the panic rising but pushes it down. Dean is hard and Castiel can feel him
pressing into his own hardness, moving his hips just right, he is rewarded as
Castiel lets out a moan and bites at his lips. It's getting hot in the car from
their panting and body heat. Castiel can feel the need for air but is reluctant
to pull away from Dean's perfect mouth for any length of time. Dean ends up
being the one to end the kiss with a gasp.
"Holy fuck, Cas." His eyes are glazed over and he only spares a few breaths,
plunging in for another intense kiss. Castiel feels dizzy as the hand in his
hair gently gives him another tug. He can''t stop his mewls of pleasure and
lets his own hands wonder over Dean's chest and abs but they catch on the edge
of Deans jeans. He breaks the kiss to stare deeply at Dean, asking for
permission before pulling at the button and zipper. All he sees in Deans green
lust blow eyes is yes yes please yes, so he goes right ahead with his plan. The
one that he just made up two seconds before this encounter.Operation give Dean
the best hand job he's ever had. Castiel goes in for another heated kiss while
he works on getting Deans pants undone and boxers down just enough.
What he does not expect, however, is the feeling of Deans hands moving out of
his hair to do the very same thing to him. He groans into Deans mouth as he
shifts his hips back so that they both have enough room between them to move.
"Oh, God!" Castiel can't keep up with kissing when he feels Deans hand on him,
the other moving back up to his hair. His own hands had only just pushed Deans
boxers out of the way. Dean presses their foreheads together and lets out a
small moan as Castiel grasps at Deans dick, his other hand pushed up under
Deans shirt. Deans movements are slow at first, like he's never had a penis in
his hand that wasn't his own but after a few insecure strokes he gains
confidence and starts milking Castiel for all he's worth.
Castiel has to put all of his concentration into what he's doing with his hand.
He is good at this damnit, now is not the time to forget everything he has
learned in his adolescent youth. Running his thumb over the slit he uses the
pre-cum as lubricant and goes to town. He quickly figures out what Dean likes
the most, quick, slow, flick the thumb over the head and repeat. The car fills
with gasps, moans and soft expressions of 'yes'and 'more.'
Sooner than Castiel would like he can feel the tightening of muscles and the
warmth in his lower belly, letting him know he is about to orgasm.
"Dean… Nghh…" he tries to convey what he's feeling but can't put anything into
words. Dean seems to understand though because he lets out a soft reply of "me
too" and reaches around Castiel with his other-wise-not-occupied hand to fumble
around in the glove box.
He pulls out a packet of portable tissues and rips a few out of the packet with
his teeth, which Castiel finds unbelievably, stupidly, hot. Castiel mashes
their lips back together when Dean has the tissues in hand and at the ready.
They don't stay that way for long because Dean throws his head back onto the
head rest to let out a long, deep keening noise as he comes and the sight of
him sends Castiel over the edge too.
Dean leaves his head where it is as Castiel lays his down on Deans strong
shoulder as they sit for a minute, catching their breaths, trying to come down
from the post-orgasmic high. Castiel feels Dean reach for the tissues again,
wiping both of their hands of cum, he decides to make himself useful by
righting Deans jeans with his own.
Slowly he moves off of Dean, grabs his backpack from the floor and shifts
closer to the passenger door, all while keeping his gaze locked onto Deans own.
"Well," he says as he props the door open "thanks for the lift."
And then he leaves.
***** We're all a stereotype and pie is sex oh yeah... *****
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Drug use, Deans dirty imagination and some boy kisses
Is this… is this real life? Dean shakes his head waiting to wake up in his bed
with uncomfortably sticky batman pajamas and a deep sense of shame. It
apparently is real life though and Dean quickly realizes he has been sitting in
Cas' driveway spacing out like a freak. Dean turns up his music and tries his
best to not think about the fucking unbelievable hand job he just got in his
car from a dude, a sexy dude but still. That's another thing since when have I
ever thought 'dude' and 'sexy' belong in the same sentence? A flash of Cas'
lips pink and kiss swollen saying his name makes Dean almost speed through a
red light and he prays a cop didn't see him.
Dean rotates between scolding himself for forgetting that hello, you're
straight and getting semi-boners wondering what other dirty things Cas would
let him do to him in the Impala all the way home. Dean is relieved to see his
Dads truck is gone and has just let out a sigh of relief when his phone
vibrates angrily in his pocket . Great what now? Dean flips open his phone and
his ear is immediately assaulted with Sam yelling.
"What the hell dude? I have been waiting for you for like an hour!" Fuck his
life he forgot about Sam.
"Sorry man, something came up. I'm almost there now." Dean backs back out of
his driveway and hangs up as fast as he can because he can practically hear Sam
Bitch Face (#3) over the_phone. It is much worse when he gets to school to find
Sam sitting out front like an abandoned first grader, pouting. Sam doesn't say
anything just glares and goes to open the passenger door to get in but pauses
as soon as he gets the door open. The Bitch Face upgrades a few levels
"Seriously, Dean? It reeks of sex in here. You ditched me to get laid and you
didn't even bother to air out the car before coming to get me? I hope she was
worth it." Dean opens his mouth with a smirk to say that he totally was but
shuts it when he sees the look on Sam's face. Right, not the best time ever to
brag. The drive home is awkward. Sam is so pissed he actually changes the radio
station and Dean feels so guilty he ignored his brother for gay hand jobs he
doesn't even say anything. He has too much on his mind to try and talk Sam out
of his bitch-fest anyway.
The next morning he still hasn't stopped freaking out over his very awesome but
terrifying first gay experience and Sam still isn't talking to him, Dean is
pretty grumpy to say the least. The worst part is that Dean has never even had
a slightly sexual thought about another guy and now it seems to be all he
thinks about. Cas lips, Cas lust blown eyes, Cas naked and writhing beneath
him, Cas, Cas, Cas! He knows that usually when people have gay freak outs they
talk to people about it but Dean isn't really big on what you would call
'emotions', especially when it comes to sharing them. The person he would
usually talk to about such foreign concepts (to him, anyway) is Sam but yeah,
so not gonna happen.
Dean doesn't really know any gay dudes. His school has a GSA club and much to
Deans horror Sam is a member but that seems so public. He knows if he went the
whole school would know before the end of the meeting that Dean Winchester was
having horny thoughts about dudes. It aggravates him even more when he doesn't
see Cas all day at school and instead of being relieved it just pisses him off.
The idea hits him when he sees her with Sam leaving one of their little dweeb
meetings. They have the same study period so Dean sits down at her table.
"Hey, Charlie." The red head looks up with a distrusting look on her face and
Dean cant blame her. They barely know each other and before this she was just
another one of Sammy's nerdy little friends but Charlie is also the only gay
person Dean even slightly knows. Its a plus that she is friends with Sam so she
wont go around telling everyone.
"What do you want Dean?"
"Nothing! Don't get so defensive, geez. Just wanted to… uhh… you know, talk for
a bit." Dean shifts in his seat uncomfortably and Charlie just cocks her
eyebrow at him and closes her lap top. She folds her hands in front of her
impatiently and when Dean stays silent she sighs and spreads her hands out in a
' go ahead' gesture.
"How did you know?" Dean blurts it out fast and his face immediately lights a
pink color.
"Know what?"
"That you were, ya know… into the stuff you're into?" Charlie's face loses its
stern look and she smiles when Dean asks the question and her shoulders relax.
"Oh well, I don't know Dean. I read a lot of books about it, it just seemed
cool. I didn't know you were so curious."
Huh. 'Curious.' That's a good way to put it.
"Books? They have books about this kind of stuff?" Dean reminds himself
mentally to go to a book store a town over and buy one.
Charlie snorts "Well yeah how do you think I learned? Its not like you're born
with it."
That's weird, Dean thought people believed they were born gay, maybe Charlie
thinks its a choice. Can Dean really choose to not want to bend Cas over the
table and do almost illegal things to him? He doesn't think he can, he has
already been trying pretty damn hard.
"Well can you recommend a book for me?" Charlie's smile widens and Dean wonders
what's so funny.
"Dean. Why don't you just ask Sam about this? He is your brother. It's not that
embarrassing."
Sam? Sammy? His Sammy, reading about dudes doing things to other dudes? Yeah
Dean knew Sam was in GSA but he figured it was because he was just a bleeding
heart nerd like that, not that he actually into dudes. God, I hope he isn't
dating that Shirley guy. Sam could do so much better then Chuck.
"Dean? Are you okay?" Charlie's voice snaps him out of his shock but all he can
do is nod.
"You should totally start with Harry Potter. It'll ease you into it better."
Wait...Harry Potter? Isn't that a bunch of nerdy kids books?
"Charlie, what does Harry Potter have to do with being gay?"
They both realize they have been talking about totally different things at the
same time and Dean isn't sure which horrifies him more; that Charlie wanted him
to read a book about freaking wizards or that he actually thought there was a
guide book to being gay. Charlie looks like she really wants to laugh right in
his face.
"Look Dean, no one but you can decide if you're gay or not. " Charlie opens her
lap top back up and after a few clicks slides it over to Dean.
"Here. Look at these. Read some and tell me what you think." Dean knows he is
totally blushing when he see that Charlie is showing him a How To page about
man on man loving.
Much to Charlie's amusement and shock Dean spends the rest of study hall
looking at the pages and getting redder and redder. They talk some, mostly
about him and Cas. Charlie talks about her girlfriend a bit which means he
isn't totally gay because that brings some non-Cas related dirty thoughts to
the fore front of his mind for a while before Charlie smacks the back of his
head and calls him a pervert.
"You said he is always with the hot girl right? Well, the obvious answer is get
in with the best friend Dean."
Huh. Dean hadn't thought to ask Elly about Cas. He had seen her at her locker
this morning and remembers thinking it was weird Cas wasn't with her.
"Thanks Charlie. I owe you. " Dean gets up and rushes out of the library
knowing that Elly has a free period right now. He knows its rare to catch her
alone and so he is surprised when he looks all over the school and cant find
her with her usual group of friends.
He finally finds her lazing about under the bleachers in the back field, Korn
blaring from her head phones and a joint dangling from her fingers. When he
stops in front of her she doesn't say anything just hands him the joint and
pats the ground next to her. Dean doesn't know what else to do but take the
damn thing and sit. They sit like that until the song ends and she pops out the
ear buds. Dean isn't sure how to bring Cas up casually let alone have the
awkward 'does your friend like me' conversation so he sits there and they pass
the joint back and forth silently. Dean isn't big on drugs, being an athlete
and all, so he coughs every once and a while which elicits a small smile from
Elly.
"You are such a rich kid stereotype, ya know that?" Dean blurts out randomly
but all he gets is a laugh and a new joint passed to him. When did they finish
the first one?
"Dean, you're an all American jock who loves rock music, drives a sports car
and bones cheerleaders. I don't think you have much room to talk." She says it
playfully and bumps his shoulder lightly. The silence feels less heavy to Dean
and he is thinking of a way to switch the conversation to Cas when she speaks.
"He had a doctors appointment. He isn't avoiding you, ya big girl. "
"What makes you think I'm here to ask about Cas?" Dean tries to sound
convincing but is pretty sure he failed when Elly lets out an angry snort.
Dean isn't sure how long they have been sitting here but he is pretty sure he
is missing history and that he is going to miss practice too. He is also
positive that for the first time in his life he is really stoned.
"Dude, I would kill for some pie."
Ellys eyes widen and she shoots up "You are a lucky man, Dean Winchester! I
happen to know where to get the best pie in town. Follow me!" Elly is yanking
Dean to his feet before he can argue. They're halfway to Elly's car when Dean
swears he can hear someone calling his name. Oh god, its Sam, Sam who Dean has
always told that only bored rich kids and losers smoke pot. He is so screwed,
he is screwed and totally high. Fuck his life, again.
"Dean where are you going?" Sam sounds pissed and he already has a Bitch Face
(#28) in place with Charlie standing behind him looking more then a little
amused.
"Uhhh… pie?" Is all Dean can think to say and apparently its the wrong answer
because once again Sam's Bitch Face amps up three levels and he sighs.
"Dude, are you high? You have class and practice!"
Before Dean can respond Elly steps in front of him giving Sam a suggestive up
and down. She is looking at Sam like he is the pie, she must really like pie.
"Sam. It is imperative Dean and I go get pie but now that I think about it
you're totally right. We really shouldn't drive while under the influence of
drugs." Sam opens his mouth to say something but Elly takes his huge hand into
her tiny one and tugs him towards the car "That's why it is perfect you are
here, you can drive us!"
Dean doesn't know if its the drugs or the look on Sam's face but he suddenly
finds the whole situation hilarious and laughs the whole way to Elly's car. She
drives a black Mercedes with really comfortable leather seats and with Charlie
following in her car Dean is pretty damn happy with the back seat all to
himself.
I miss Cas… wait, what?
The entire way to where ever it is they're going Elly sings along with
Aerosmith and gives Sam directions. The drive seems familiar, like Dean has
been where-ever-the-fuck before but he just can't seem to remember where. They
finally stop in front of a huge three story house with two fancy sports cars
out front. Dean knows he has been here before and is trying to remember when as
Elly leads them to a big kitchen and starts rummaging through the fridge.
"Aha! Nice try hiding the pie from me, sucka!" Elly smirks as she pops a
delicious looking pie into the microwave. Sam looks more then a little
uncomfortable and glares at Dean when he sees his relaxed smile. Pieces are
dished out and, oh dear lord it really is the best pie ever. Dean would blame
it on the now three joints he has shared with Elly but Sam and Charlie both
seem to agree, if the way their eating their pieces are anyway to guess. Dean
is perfectly content with his pie and high when he hears the front door close.
"Elly. That better not be my apple pie I smell."
Dean has just remembered where he is seen this place before.
It's Cas' house.
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Castiel knows that Elly is in his house as soon as he opens the door, the
entryway smells strongly of pot and the apple pie he baked last night. What he
doesn't expect to find is Dean Winchester sitting at his table eating his pie.
Dean is eating his pie.
"Novak! Look what I brought you! Now, where's the milk?" Elly loops her arms
around his neck and smiles up at him like its Christmas.
"Hello Dean."
Dean looks just as surprised to see him as he is to see Dean and he thinks that
Dean is going to bolt but instead he gets a silly smile and a "Dude, where did
you buy this pie it's freaking amazing."
Castiel feels his face redden a little "I made it."
"No shit? Dude, your pie is the best tasting I've ever had. Could eat it all
day " Dean is smiling at him and Castiel finds he just cant look away. They
just sort of smile at one another and the moment feels oddly intimate.
"That's what she said." Elly giggles into his shoulder and Dean breaks the
moment by bursting into laughter. Castiel decides he likes Deans laugh and he
is pretty sure that is a very dangerous thing for him, he also might not
care."Sam! Do you wanna see the Novak library? It's totally orgasm worthy!"
Elly blurts out randomly.
"Can you show me the where the bathroom is too?" Charlie smiles shyly. Elly
gives her a knowing smile and nods. Sam's face had gone crimson when Elly had
blurted the word orgasm and didn't seem to know what to say so he allows
himself to be dragged upstairs with Charlie close behind.
That poor boy is all Castiel can think as he watches Sam disappear up the
stairs. He turns to ask Dean if he wants something to drink to find that during
the second he is looked away Dean has stood and is now hovering above him. He
is warm and smells like leather and pie and Castiel wants to think of something
witty and sexy to say, like Elly would in these kind of moments, but his mind
is being overwhelmed with just how close Dean is.
"You know Cas I was being serious. " Deans thumb is tracing his lower lip
slowly, its a light caress but its making his whole body hum in satisfaction
and oh yes, Dean is leaning closer.
"I could eat you all day." Dean is pushing up him against the counter and he
has no where to move to.
"Dont you mean eat pie all day?"
"If that's what you wanna think' babe " Dean smirks and closes the distance
between them, he tastes like pot, cinnamon and baked apples. Deans hands go
straight into his hair and tug lightly like he knows that drives Castiel wild.
Castiel's brain has officially hung the closed sign up for the day and allows
his body to take control. His hands grasp Deans shirt and he can feel Deans
hands sliding down his back to grasp his thighs. The sound of footsteps coming
towards them brakes them apart and Castiel wants to curse who ever they belong
to.
"Dean, Victor just called. He wants to know where the fuck you are. We really
should head back." Sam stops and looks at the short distance between them
before raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah sure Sammy." Dean grumbles as Elly and Charlie both peek around Sam and
giggle at the sight of Dean and Castiel looking a little debauched.
"I'll give you guys a ride back to the school." Charlie offers.
"Hey, the band is having a party at my place this weekend. You will come, right
Sam?" Elly is looking at Sam like he is about to take her candy or something,
Castiel knows that look a little too well and isn't surprised when Sam swallows
and nods. That apparently isn't good enough for Elly because she scowls, chews
her lower lip and looks up at Sam with big light blue eyes pressing closer to
him. From where Sam is standing as soon as he looks down he gets any eye full
of cleavage and pink lips "Promise?"
"P-promise." Sam manages to get out and then is rewarded with a wide and
genuine smile.
"Good. Charlie you heard him make sure Sam doesn't break any promises."
Deans moves back so that Castiel can walk them to the door but during the short
walk his hand keeps lightly touching Castiel's and he is just close enough that
occasionally their shoulders bump.
"I'm looking forward to that pie Cas." Dean smiles before he heads to Charlie's
car and Castiel watches them drive away with all his blood flooding to some
very awkward places.
"Please tell me pie is code for dirty wild monkey sex." Elly interrupts,
Castiel rolls his eyes and turns to look at his friend with his best serious
face.
"Since when have we been planning to have a party this weekend?"
"Since I decided you needed to tap that like yesterday. Besides Dean
practically jizzed his pants last time he saw you perform, that plus you guys
anywhere near a bedroom is a guaranteed good night for you."
Castiel doesn't have anything to say to that except to laugh and hug his best
friend.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the shortness guys :) song is Dirty Talk by Wynter Gordon
     and Ludo Drunken Lement
The rest of the school week goes by in the blink of an eye in anticipation of
the party. They spend the afternoons choosing songs and deciding on the best
choreography, practicing and practicing. Elly makes Castiel and Balthazar spar
while he sings to get in their Mixed Martial-Arts. She somehow convinces Anna
(who isn't even on the team) to spar with her while she sings too so that
Castiel doesn't feel 'picked on.'
Castiel spends Saturday afternoon being primped, dressed and then undressed.
There is a half hour argument with Elly about boxers or briefs but they agree
in the end that commando is for the best. That's about the same time that
Balthazar and Anna decide that they're both ridiculous and go into a different
room to finish getting ready.
He is squeezed into the oh so hated leather pants with multiple belts and a
button up black shirt that Elly only allows him to button to just barely above
his belly button. His hair left to its own devices, as no one can do anything
with it no matter how hard they try. His eyes are lined with eye liner and his
neck is decorated with a leather choker dangling a cross from it, the outfit is
finished off with a pair of truly extraordinary black angel wings made of
actual feathers.
Elly is decked out in her favorite leather mini skirt, kinky boots and black
lace corset with matching white wings. She is let her long black curls down and
lined her lips in bright red lipstick, eyes rimmed in dark black make up. When
they're done getting dressed they stand before the mirror and Elly laughs
triumphantly
"We look like every mothers worst nightmare." That seems to be a good thing and
Castiel gives her a small amused smile. He can hear the beat of the music
blaring from the speakers downstairs, the party had started hours ago but Elly
had insisted they make an entrance with the band so Castiel hadn't even had the
chance to see if Dean has arrived or not. Taking a deep breath he tells himself
that this is just another show. He can tell that Elly senses his tenseness
because she hugs him from behind and smiles into his back " If Dean Winchester
doesn't ravish you tonight I might have to Novak. Don't be nervous, think of
the whole show as fore play. Pretend you're performing for Dean and you will
have the whole house coming down."
Castiel knows Elly's words shouldn't boost his confidence but they do and he
can't help but smile a little.
The door opens and Anna pops her head in. "Wow you guys! You look fantastic,
good thing too it's show time."
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The house is packed and Dean knows just by looking around that most of his
school is there and maybe half of the kids from the prep school. Charlie had
decided that it 'wasn't her seen but good luck' but Dean was determined to
bring someone other then his brother to a party, so he asked Jo Harvelle. Dean
and Jo have been friends since they were kids and she is practically his
sister, she knows this is not a date, unlike any other girl Dean could have
asked.
A strong techno beat is vibrating through the house, speakers decked out all
over. There are two bars set up and a makeshift mini-stage in front the massive
swirling stair case in the front entryway. Deans been here about an hour and
still hasn't seen Cas anywhere and every time he strains to look through the
crowd Jo and Sam both smile at him knowingly.
Jo had figured out that something was up with Dean about ten minutes in and
hasn't let him forget how smart she is since. "Did you really think I wouldn't
notice? Come on! I totally know you better than that!"
True, although not quite well enough to know he is crushing on a guy. But then
again the night is still young. Awesome.
Dean is trying to have fun but starts getting antsy. It doesn't help his mood
any when Meg notices him and he has to start dragging Jo around to dodge her,
Sam sticks close by to divert Meg's attention in another direction when she
gets too close. Dean finally sees a familiar face when Anna struggles through
the mass of dancing bodies in the living room
"Hey, the shows about to start you should come get a front row seat!" Anna
yells over the music and snatches one of his hands, Sam grabs another, making a
chain when Jo grabs onto Sam's shirt. Anna leads them to the front of the
stairs and yells to 'wait there' before heading up the stairs.
Anna comes back down a few minutes later to sit at her drums while Balthazar
grabs the microphone, his English accent coming out of every speaker in the
house. "Oi, you lot! Its show time!"
A surge of bodies rushes toward the stairs and press forward, bunching Dean,
Sam and Jo closer. Balthazar starts a slow and steady guitar riff and Anna
joins in with a steady beat.
"I am no angel/ I like it when you do that stuff to me/ I am no angel/ I like
it when you talk, dirty when you talk"
Elly is strutting down the stairs purring the lyrics and smiling coyly at the
crowd. Dean can hear the men in the crowd wooing every time she sings 'dirty
talk' and when he glances to his side he can see that poor Sam's eyes locked on
the way her hips roll. Sam seems to choke on his own air when she looks
directly at him and licks her lips. God, he hopes he doesn't look that dumb
when he watches Cas.
"Kitten Heels, Lingerie/ Panty hoes, Foreplay/ Legs up on the bar/ in the back
of your car/ latex, champagne/ bubble bath, whipped cream/ cherry pop tag team/
can you make me scream"
A male voice joins with Elly's smooth angelic sorpano, growling the words and
making the song somehow sound dirtier. Dean can see Cas coming down the stairs
and he stops directly behind Elly grabbing her from behind.
They start swaying together as their voices mix, god what is he wearing? Cas
free hand is wandering all over Elly's mostly uncovered flesh and Dean had
never noticed before what long strong fingers he has. Dean want those hands all
over him.
"I wanna do some dirty things to you tonight/ I wanna fight, all through the
night, night…"
Cas looks up at the first line of chorus catching Deans eyes as he reaches up
and pulls Ellys hair back and growling the next few lines into her neck. Deans
imagination places himself in the tiny girls place, Cas behind him pulling his
hair and holding him in place.
"I am no angel/ I like it when you do that stuff to me/ I am no angel/ I like
it when you talk, dirty when you talk"
The base gets louder and Cas lets Elly go to crawl slowly down the stair
towards the crowd, he has yet to look away from Dean even as he gets on his
knees and bends back tracing his hand from his crotch up to his neck.
"Blindfold, feather bed/tickle me, slippery-"
Castiel licks his lips and Dean knows without even trying that Cas is talking
to him and damn, that's hot.
"g-spot, nasty pose/ in a video/ love machine, by myself/ climax, hot wax"
Elly has climbed down the stairs after Cas and has begun rolling around the
stage and panting like she is being fucked as Cas sings. Cas eyes are lust
blown and intense and bore into Deans mind. He starts to imagine them tumbling
around on a bed, Cas blindfolded and beneath him telling him over and over
again for more. Wrestling more then making out or kissing. Imaginary Cas
gasping when Dean finally gets on top, 'I like it hardcore' seems like such an
appropriate line when Dean bites down on imaginary Cas' pulse point.
"S&M on the floor, i like it hardcore/ I wanna do some dirty things to you
tonight/ I wanna fight, all through the night, night…
/ I am no angel"
Cas twirls Elly around and Dean feels an unfamiliar flare of jealousy when Cas'
eyes finally leave his to look down on Elly before him panting the lyrics. When
'S&M' comes out of her mouth Elly hooks a leg around Cas' waist and he grabs a
hold of it like he is going to hike her up and ravage her on stage. Elly laughs
mischievously and Cas retaliates by smacking her ass and growling out the next
lyrics with a deeper then usual voice. Dean punishes imaginary Cas by bending
him over the bed and giving him his own not so little spank.
"Can you go down/ are you up for it, baby/ can you turn me out, are you up for
it/ talk to me..talk to me../ talk dirty to me.. talk dirty to me/ talk to me…
talk to me…"
Elly has both of her legs wrapped around Cas and bends back all the way giving
the crowd a nice view of cleavage as Cas sings about not being an angel and
rolling his hips. Damn, maybe Dean was wrong and Cas shouldn't be the one up
against the wall. Dean feels the tenseness leave his chest when Cas finds his
gaze again even as he letting Elly down only to grab her hips and sway with her
from behind. Elly reaches behind and takes a hold of Cas choker and starts
leading them both to their knees directly in front of Dean. At the last minute
she crawls in front of Sam but Deans eyes don't really follow her. Cas is right
in front of him telling him to talk dirty to him. The chorus is repeating now
and Dean knows the song will be over soon. Cas is panting like Elly was and
Dean recognizes the deepness and growl in his voice from that time in the
Impala.
"I am no angel/ I like it when you do that stuff to me/ I am no angel' I like
it when you talk, dirty when you talk."
The song abruptly stops and the whole crowd is cheering like its the end of the
fucking world or something. Cas is grinning and before he gets up he gives Dean
a cheeky wink. Elly picks up her red guitar to start up another song with
Balthazar picking up the bass this time.
Dean glances to check on Sam and the poor guy looks like someone who has just
seen his first porn, a mixture between horrified and turned on. Jo is dancing
with some guy beside him ignoring her two friends public arousals and enjoying
the music. Dean guesses that she realized who he was looking for and will
either bug him about it later or doesn't care.
The song The Angelics are playing now is A Ludo cover and the only words Dean
pays attention to are when Cas looks directly at him and says 'Without you,
without restraint.' Dean smirks and tells himself he can wait till the
performance is over because when it is Dean is going to make damn sure Cas
isn't an angel anymore.
***** DO THE INTERMISSION DANCE *****
Chapter Notes
     So all sorts of fun in the next chapter so I thought i would post a
     mini chapter cuz I'm a jerk like that :)
Flashback waves
" How Cas met Elly aka The Beginning of a lot of Madness."
Castiel was a small six year old and quiet to boot so it wasn't a suprise when
Raphael had decided to push Castiel and his new book into the mud. Castiel was
wiping the mud out of his eyes when he heard a loud oofff and crying. He opened
his eyes to find a little girl his own age with black hair and light blue eyes
smiling down at him
" Punching people hurts. Wanna have tea with me?"
It seemed only polite when someone punches a bully for you to have tea with
them " Certainly."
Castiel learned that day he liked tea quite a lot and that from touching
Raphael they both had jerk cooties but all was well in the end Elly knew a
cure.
***** Can We Do That Again? *****
Chapter Notes
     Another note from obsession-rules-me:the porn was all me… again.
     *hangs head in shame* I'm a bad girl. … Lmao xD
     echo: Now dont forget to thank obsession for the porn guys cuz that
     is all her and her awesome ass brain at work.
     Warnings: Full dude on dude loving in this chapter guys but if your
     minor i dk how you got this far anyways, thats kind of your parents
     problem not mine XD
By the end of The Angelics last set everyone around him is dancing and for the
second time in his life Dean is in a crowd watching Cas with a boner. He tears
his eyes away from Cas long enough to glance down at his dick and think this
shit needs to stop, man.
Elly is stringing out the last notes to a Motion City Soundtrack song and Cas
is almost on his knees, leaning towards the crowd. He has so much energy
performing that he has been all over their little make shift stage and stairs
but he always manages to end up in front of Dean after a few seconds. Cas
spreads his arms out letting the last words of the chorus echo through the room
and then to Deans utter shock tosses himself right the hell off the stage.
Their lips collide and Dean would be pissed because it hurts like hell but Cas'
tongue is swiping over his lips and Deans been fantasizing about kissing
Castiel since he came down those stairs dressed like a fuck-able angel.
There is a part of his mind that's panicking because everyone he knows, like
ever, is probably there watching him make out with a dude, but the more
dominant part of his mind is saying get over yourself Winchester and kiss the
smarmy bastard so good he will never think of kissing anyone else ever again.
Dean agrees with himself and pulls Cas closer.
The crowd has gotten louder, which Dean didn't even know was possible. He isn't
sure how long they have been standing there avoiding breathing anything other
then each others air but when they pull back dance music is playing and most of
the crowd has moved back to the dance floor. Cas' arms are wrapped around his
neck and he leans in.
"Do you want to dance?" he whispers directly into Deans ear and the feel of his
hot breath makes Deans whole body go up a couple of degrees.
"Hell no." He gives Cas his best cheeky grin and the down right dirty smirk he
gets in return makes his smile widen.
"Elly locks up the bedrooms during parties… but.." he leans in closer to
whisper, "I know where the keys are."
Dean wants to protest when Cas' body heat leaves him but at the same time the
word 'bedroom' is echoing around in his head and all he can do is nod. Cas
disappears into the crowd and Dean plops down onto the stairs, his legs
bouncing impatiently. He looks around to see if he can spot Sam or Jo, he sees
the former being his awkward giant self as Elly practically jumps him. Jo is a
little harder to find but Dean spots her dancing with a different guy and when
their eyes catch she sends him a cheeky grin and mouths out 'later.'
Yeah… no way in hell she doesn't know who he was looking for now. Fuck.
He leans his head back, tries to concentrate on the vibrations radiating off
the stairs from the ridiculously loud music and closes his eyes. He is so close
to almost relaxed when he feels a hand pushing his shirt up, the problem being
that the hand is way too small to be Cas. Deans eyes fly open and Meg is
sitting next to him smiling like she totally isn't getting her whore cooties
all over him.
Dean snatches her wrist and stands. "What do you want Meg?"
Meg smiles what Dean is sure she thinks is a sexy smile "Come on Dean, you
really think he can give you what you want? Lets stop dancing around each
other. You know you want me."
Dean gives her his best 'I fucking hate you' stare "Yeah, maybe in Backwards
Bitch Cuntland."
Meg is about to step closer when Dean feels a hand turn him around and lips
meet his, mmmm Cas. Deans hands instantly start wandering as much as is decent
in public and, okay, maybe some not too decent places too.
They pull apart and Cas is giving him what Dean has named his 'ravage me now
please' smile. "Ready to go upstairs? I've got the key to the master bedroom."
Dean doesn't notice if Meg is still there watching them or not when he starts
following Cas up the stairs, with what is probably a goofy grin on his face.
The upstairs is huge and Dean has to step around more then a few drunken
teenagers and making out couples before Cas leads him to a set of double doors
and pulls a key out of his pocket. While Cas fumbles with the key Dean takes
the time to stare at Cas' ass in leather and thank you who ever made those
fucking pants.
He doesn't realize that Cas asked him a question until he gets an expectant
look from Cas, thrown over his shoulder, hands still on the door knob. Dean
blinks a few times.
"I'm sorry, what?" which gets Cas to laugh at him, so… points, I guess.
"I asked what that girls deal is. She seems to hit on you a lot." Dean thinks
he detects a hint of jealously but that could just be his wishful thinking.
"Oh… she's just trying to get in my good graces so that I'll let her harpy of a
best friend date my brother. Apparently she took that plan of attack as 'seduce
Dean so Ruby can dig her claws into Sam again,' which… fuck that. On so many
levels."
Cas smiles shyly and finally swings the doors open before leading Dean in. " I
can't really say I'm sorry to hear that."
The room is huge and Dean cant help but look around, there is a bathroom (door
wide open), two doors that more than likely lead into two massive closets, a
huge comfy looking four poster bed in the center and..
"Jesus Cas, are those mirrors on the ceiling over the bed?"
Cas doesn't give him an answer, he pushes the lock behind them and thrusts Dean
against the door for a nice, thorough kiss instead.
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Castiel cannot remember the last time he was this turned on. He starts to think
that maybe he is never been this turned on before when Dean rolls them so that
he has Castiel pinned to the door instead. His angel wings start to dig into
his back but Castiel really doesn't want anything to stop the warm slide of
Dean's tongue in his mouth. He moans a little as Dean pushes him harder, which
digs the hard plastic into his shoulder blade.
He curses as he pulls their faces apart. Dean looks dazed and a tad bit
confused, as his cursing wasn't the good kind. Castiel blushes and gives Dean a
quick peck on the lips.
"Fucking Elly and her constant need for drama." He guides Dean further into the
room as he starts to shrug out of the black wings. Dean takes this as his cue
to start stripping Castiel of his clothing, popping the few buttons of his
shirt and pushing the materiel off with the wings. Castile feels Dean's hands
and gaze on this chest at the same time and almost can't take it, so he goes in
for another searing kiss to distract him. "Mmmnn…"
Castiel sets his hands to start removing Deans own clothing as Dean had decided
to start un-buckling the multitude of belts around his waist. He has just
gotten to the Metallica t-shirt when he feels Dean hit the edge of the bed. He
is disconnected their mouths to give him a little push onto the mattress,
smiling deviously. Without missing a beat Dean pulls  his shirt over his head
while kicking off his shoes and Castiel takes the moment to pull his own boots
off. He hovers over Dean for a second before diving down to the side of his
neck to leave a trail of kisses as he guides Dean further onto the bed.
Dean makes a noise before grabbing Castiel by the hips and flipping their
positions, landing between Castiel's thighs. He goes for Castiel's lips first,
then down the front of his neck to his collar bone, stopping at his nipples. He
gives one of them a flick with his tongue, which makes Castiel let out a deep
groan and grab at Dean's short hair, trying to keep him in place. Green eyes
lock with blue, the only sound in the room their panting breath, Dean lets his
hands glide down Castiel's sides until they reach the edge of the leather
pants, that are now way too tight instead of just tight enough.
Castiel finds it difficult to keep his eyes open as Dean tugs on the zipper and
pulls it down. He only breaks eye contact to throw his head back when he feels
himself release from the confides of his pants, letting out a deep growl of
satisfaction.
"Fuck, Cas… you weren't wearing underwear this whole time?" Dean's breath is
ghosting over his chest, hands pulling his pants down and off his legs. The
only thing Castiel can do is arch into the sensation, jerking his head in the
affirmative. Dean's breath moves to right behind his ear, gives it a good nip
and says, "No wonder your ass looked so good. Begging to be fucked…"
Castiel uses the hands in Deans hair to maneuver their mouths together, moaning
as he does so. Dirty talk. Bad idea. He wont last if there is dirty talk. When
he is sure Dean is staying right where he is and not going on with the dirty
talk, Castiel pulls his hands away from Dean's hair to cup his ass and give it
a good squeeze. Dean growls deep into their kiss and Castiel starts working on
getting Dean out of the rest of his clothing.
Castiel is naked. It was only fair. It totally isn't because he wants to stare
at Dean completely naked. Nope, no sir, not him. Practically ripping Dean's
jeans and boxers violently off of his body is all in the name of fairness.
Seriously.
Oh fuck, who is he kidding. Dean is gorgeous and once he's naked Castiel is
pretty sure he just looks at him for a whole minute, breathing heavily and
being over-all creepy. They only thing that gives Castiel pause though is that
Dean looks back for just as long, with eyes hungry for Castiel in a way that he
has never seen before.
"I should let you know…" Dean's voice comes out deeper and rougher than Castiel
had ever heard it and Castiel is afraid, in a very good way, he might start
with the dirty talk again. "I've never really done this… with a guy before…"
Castiel tries to wrap his head around that. Dean is saying that Castiel was…
his first? Castiel was Deans first. Castiel was Deans first. Castiel was Deans
first. Nope, no matter what way he said it, it still sounded unbelievable. He
must have been making a weird face because Dean begins to fidget, looking more
uncertain by the second. He has to do or say something fast, before Dean starts
to pull away. Come on, brain, work!
Castile says the first thing that comes to mind. "That… is the hottest thing I
have ever heard in my life." He grabs Dean's head, mashes their lips and
thrusts their bodies together, hips first. Dean lets out a surprised sound that
changes into a moan as their cocks rub together, causing delicious friction.
Castiel wraps both his legs around Dean, keeping him in place.
"Cas." Dean gasps out when their mouths part. Castiel could get used to those
pouty lips saying his name like that, all kiss swollen and wet. He wante to
hear it again so he reache down to their conjoined lengths and begins stroking
them in time with their thrusting. He gets his wish as Dean starts chanting his
name out softly with each up-word stroke.
But it is not enough. Castiel needs… he needs…
"I need you inside of me." The look on Deans face may have been comical in any
other situation but seeing as Castiel needs this to happen like now, he decides
not to comment on it. Shock quickly melts into want, back into shock, then
sheer terror before turning into want again. He tries not to take it
personally, first times are like that and holy crap, thinking about that again
makes him even harder.
Castiel uses the hand that is not working their man-parts to reach into the
side table to grab the bottle of lube and condoms he knows Elly left there for
him, in every single room in the entire house (she is a crazy person like
that). He looks back up at Dean to see if his mental freak out is over, happy
to discover the look of unrestrained desire on his beautiful face. He takes his
other hand from their dicks, continuing to rub them together with rolls of his
hips, pops the cap off the lube and is about to apply a generous amount onto
his fingers when Dean takes the bottle from him.
"Let me." he says as he slides down Castiel's body, stopping right above his
leaking dick. He squeezes the gel onto his fingers, rubbing them together to
warm it up. Dean begins to kiss along the inside of Castiel's thigh as his hand
gives his dick two strong strokes, moving down to his balls and finally,
finally, down to his entrance. He circles it a few times before sliding the
first digit into him, biting down on a sensitive spot on his inner thigh at the
same time.
"Ahh!" Pain mixes with pleasure as Dean works the finger in and out, lapping at
the hickey that was sure to be there tomorrow. Castiel really wants that mouth
lapping at a different place but is pretty sure Dean wont go there. And there's
that first time thought again, Castiel cant help the moan that escapes him and
grabs the short hairs at the nape of Deans neck with one hand, the other
fisting into the sheets. His head rolls back onto the pillows as Dean pushes
another finger into him, eyes wide open and he sees their reflection in the
mirrors above the bed.
He stares at himself getting finger fucked. His face is flushed, his chest is
heaving and his hips are gently rocking to the rhythm Dean has set, meeting
every shallow thrust of his, now three, fingers. Castiel whimpers, his eyes
slide shut, his hands unconsciously clench in Deans hair as Dean hits that oh
so sweet spot inside of him. He can feel Dean smirk into his thigh before white
hot pleasure washes over him. Deans fingers are hitting that spot over and
over, harder and harder until he is a puddle of screaming goo, climaxing harder
than he ever has in his entire life.
When he feels his breathing calm a little he looks up at Dean.
Castiel lets out a startled bark of laughter. Dean has cum all over his face,
steadily blinking and looking for all the world like he has no idea what to do
about it. So Castiel uses the hand at the base of his neck to guide him up
towards Castiel's lips, the other hand grasping Dean's cock and rubbing the tip
at his entrance. Dean gets the idea and forgets about the cum on his face for
the moment, focusing on kissing Castiel for all he is worth and gently pushing
inside of him.
The first couple of thrusts are awkward and slightly painful but soon Castiel
can feel the pleasure building up and he begins to harden again. Dean angles
his hips just the right way, the soft head of his cock hitting Castiel's
prostate, causing Castiel to growl deep in his throat and dig his nails into
Dean's strong back. They find a rhythm, breaking only when Dean uses one hand
to work Castiel's dick, stuttering then synching with the hard thrust of hips.
Neither one of them can keep up with kissing for long as their breathing gets
heavier and orgasm approaches. Whimpers, moans and the creaking of the bed mix
with the sound of their panting and Castiel really isn't sure which one of them
cums first. All he feels are the clenching of his muscles and Dean filling him.
Dean collapses on top of him, flaccid dick slipping out of him and they lay
like that for Castiel doesn't even know how long in the afterglow.
"That was…" speaking is difficult, his voice horse from all the screaming he
was doing but some how he forces the sound out, "…awe inspiring."
"Right?" Dean grins into his neck, still slightly out of breath. He wraps his
arms under Castiel's body, embracing him in a tight hug and Castiel returns the
gesture, wrapping his too-heavy arms around Dean. Castiel enjoys the moment
while it lasts.
Too soon Dean begins shifting to get off of the bed and Castiel lets him,
watching everything Dean does. He slides off the bed to stand, stretches his
muscles as he walks to the bathroom, not bothering with any kind of clothing.
Castiel's eyes are drawn to Deans hind courters, watching it bounce as Dean
walks until he disappears.
He sighs as he lets his head fall back and looks at himself in the mirrors.
Slowly he realizes that they forgot the condom, he can see it laying abandoned
on the floor next to the bed. His brain is acting on half speed, he thinks he
should have noticed that sooner.
Oh well. Who could really blame him? He ponders the thought for a moment,
tilting his head to one side and blinking owlishly at his reflection. That is
kind of creepy, isn't it?
The opening rift for Metallica's 'Sad but True' sounds from somewhere on the
floor. That must be Dean's phone, Castiel's ring tone is "Don't Cha" by the
Pussycat Dolls. Elly chose it and he's never cared enough to change it. He sees
Dean in the mirrors make a dash for the phone and manages to pick it up before
the call gets sent to voicemail.
"What, Sammy?" Ah. That's why Dean ran to get it. Castiel lifts his head up to
properly look at Dean just in time to see him smile and hold up a wet rag.
Castile nods his head and holds his hands up, catching the wet cloth right
above his face. He wipes himself down as Dean picks up their clothing. "Whoa,
slow down. What happened?" Castiel can almost hear Sam on the other end,
frantic about something. "Oh, don't be such a girl. Man up." there is a slight
pause before: "Bitch." and Dean hangs up the phone.
"What was that about?" Castiel is done cleaning himself up and Dean hands him
his leather pants. Dean shrugs into his boxers before replying.
"Apparently your best buddy Elly tried to rape Sam. He's not as thrilled as he
should be."
 
***** Awkwardness and Piracy Ahoy! *****
Chapter Notes
     Authors note: We had to throw in some serious to move the story along
     and then smother you with silly but don't worry the silly sexy vibe
     shall always be there.
     Warnings: curse words and piracy!
It takes Dean over half an hour to actually find Sam. He keeps distracting
himself with pressing Cas against the door, the wall and the rail of the stairs
to stop and make out as much as possible. By the time they get to the center of
the party Cas has hickeys all over his neck trailing down to his very visible
chest and Deans had to yell at his dick like 20 times tobehave for fucks sake.
Deans dick thinks he should stop being a tease then and take Cas back upstairs
but he cant sacrifice Sam to Elly even if Dean thinks the kid really needs to
just give up and get laid. It doesn't help that Cas' hands are all over him
every chance he gets.
He finally spots Sam hiding in a corner of the kitchen nursing a beer with
Bitch Face #32 securely in place. Sam's eyes are locked on the doors that lead
to the back yard and when Dean follows his gaze he just can't keep his laughter
in. Elly is dancing with Jo by the pool, not really dancing dirty compared to
what she does to Cas on stage but Dean is pretty sure Elly doesn't know how to
turn off the sexy. Jo and her are turning more than a few heads, to say the
least. Neither girl seems to notice, they just keep dancing and laughing, Dean
is also positive that Jo is totally drunk.
"Aww, what's wrong Sammy? Did Jo steal your date? I thought you wanted her to
leave you alone?"
The glare Dean gets would melt a lesser man, good thing Dean is Batman, so he
just laughs at his little brother and smacks him on the back. "Come on dude
what happened to Anna?"
Sam does that awkward foot shift people do when they feel like assholes and
shrugs " I like Anna a lot but she has a boyfriend and I don't care who that
psycho dances with. She is really hands-y, Dean. She touches me…" Sam stops and
turns an incredible shade of pink Deans never seen on his brother before " like
everywhere and, dude, she has to have ADHD or something, she can't concentrate
on anything for shit. One minute she is groping me and the next asking me if I
like tacos .She has to be the weirdest person I have ever freaking met. No
offense Castiel, I know she is your best friend or whatever."
Castiel gives Sam such an understanding smile it kind of makes Dean want to
kiss him again "I understand, Elly can be difficult to handle at times Sam. I
have been doing it for nine years, after all. I suggest you look passed the
surface and get to know her."
Sam opens his mouth but is interrupted when the girl in question tackles Cas
from the side, almost taking Dean down in the process.
"Yay! You're done sexing! Come dance with Jo and me, Novak! We need some man in
up in here! Way too much boob going on for my liking." Castiel gives Dean an
apologetic smile before being dragged out the back door.
Dean glares his hardest 'you suck' glare at Sam "Good job dude, because you
couldn't man up and take one for the team I'm date-less now." Dean gets an eye
roll and a Bitch Face upgrade in response but Sam does hand him a beer so all
might be forgiven. Dean leans next to Sam and watches in amusement as Elly and
Jo dance around Cas.
The party doesn't really wind down like Dean expects it to. Instead he is
dragged to dance with Cas a few times, which is awesome because hello best
excuse to naughty touch in public ever. Jo even gets Sam's pouty ass to dance
with her a few times and after a while he is loosened up enough that Dean stops
worrying about having to go home anytime soon. The song 'Shots' comes on and
Dean hates whoever chose it because as soon as the first notes blare across the
speakers Elly is yelling out the lyrics and shoving actual shots into their
hands. Dean does enjoy watching Cas shoot them down like a pro, licking his
lips after each one, so he doesn't resist that much. It isn't all that
surprising that Elly never seems to slow down but what does surprise him is
that Cas is right there with her, matching her shot for shot. Dean would be
lying if he said it isn't really hot.
He kind of avoids that talk with Jo by letting Elly distract her, it honestly
disturbs him how well they get along. It almost seems like Elly is doing it on
purpose because every time someone interrupts Cas and him she is there dragging
them to dance, get a beer or the one time she gets someone to jump off the back
balcony with her in their underwear into the pool.
When he thinks back, the last thing he will remember is being dragged up the
stairs back to the master bedroom with the creepy mirrors above the bed and
falling into the best drunken sleep he has ever had.
-NON POV SWITCHING PAGE BREAK? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?-
Bacon… Dean would know the smell of bacon anywhere, he freaking loves bacon and
right now he loves whom ever is cooking it. His mouth tastes like tequila and…
wait, is that strawberry? The curtains are still closed in the room and his
side is depressingly cold. His suspicions on being in bed alone are confirmed
when he turns to find that Cas is long gone. He is still in his jeans and has
no freaking clue where his shirt is so he just goes without when he heads
downstairs. He can lightly hear music coming from the same direction as the
bacon smell and he follows his senses to the kitchen but stops in the doorway
to take in the scene.
Cas is standing by the stove plating bacon wearing nothing but a pair of boxers
and an apron that states: "I'm a cunning linguist"
God, even this girls kitchen wear is weird. Elly is dancing next to him
flipping pancakes, both of them singing along to the stereo. 'Anything for You'
by Ludo seems to be on repeat as they dance around each other dishing out food
on plates and pouring coffee.
"You gonna come eat or eye bang Novak from the doorway all day?"
Damn, caught, the food and coffee smell awesome though so Dean doesn't waste
time on being embarrassed about being a pervert.
"Hey, where are Jo and Sammy?" Elly and Cas both give him an amused look at the
same time .
"Your dear little brother passed out on the couch and I'm not even going to try
to move that much man. Jo is in one of the guest rooms upstairs, sleeping it
off after spewing all over Meg Masters, which was totally on purpose if you ask
me." Elly barely keeps in her giggles and Cas is straight out laughing. Dean
suddenly gets why they're best friends, they're totally both evil little party
monsters.
The rest of breakfast is a quiet affair and after a few minutes Jo and Sam join
them, both of them looking more then a little hung over but alive. Now, Dean
isn't really what you would call good at feelings but it would take an idiot to
not notice that Elly is quieter then usual and Cas' worried glances at his best
friend. Well, when he isn't groping Dean under the table and initiating footsy.
"Whose up for a day by the pool? You and Sam can borrow my extra swim trunks
and Jo can borrow one of Elly's suits. What do you guys say?" Cas smiles.
Dean can see the apprehension behind the words, his eyes practically begging
Dean not to reject him. Dean finds himself realizing he doesn't want to
disappoint Cas and that should really freak him out. It doesn't however and he
can't keep from grinning and saying "That sounds like a good idea to me."
Deans rewarded with a bright smile,yes, I need to make that happen more, like
way more. He is shocked, he is having a nice moment with Cas and his dick isn't
even involved.
"I have to run first, you guys go ahead. Novak, you know where my swim suits
are." Elly doesn't give much room to argue because she is halfway up the stairs
before Cas can argue.
Dean is handed a pair of ridiculous yellow swim trunks and shoved onto a room
to change with Sam while Cas shows Jo where Elly keeps her bathing suits and
apparently she needs help deciding because Cas isn't back by the time they are
done changing.Damn there goes getting to watch Cas change. Sam is fiddling with
the drawstrings on his equally silly sponge bob trunks when Dean figures that
this is as good a time as any to get the 'WTF did you do conversation?' out of
the way.
"So what did you do to piss off the drunk little engine that could?" Sam's
shoulders instantly fall and Dean totally regrets bringing it up because Sam
has that kicked puppy look he used to get when they were kids.
"Dude, that's the worst part. I'm not sure. Maybe she just lost interest or
something. I was pretty wasted last night, I don't remember much."
Dean hates these weird big brother talks he has to have with Sam sometimes, but
they kind of come with the job and it's a job Deans has never thought of giving
up.
"She doesn't look like someone who gave up Sam. She looks like someone who got
rejected, pretty damn harshly too. I mean its none of my business but..."
"She is Cas' best friend and you're all in love with him and stuff."
If Dean had been drinking something he would have done a historically awesome
spit take, he wasn't though so he settles for choking on his own spit. "Dude,
we are not in love. Shut up!"
Sam doesn't look convinced but just then Jo pops her head in and apparently has
to give her unwanted opinion "Are we talking about Deans epic gay love story? I
think it's adorable."
"WE ARE NOT IN LOVE AND WE ARE NOT AODRABLE. WE ARE TWO VERY MANLY MEN WHO JUST
SO HAPPEN TO FUCK AND KISS, OKAY?" Way to freak out, Winchester.
"And play footsy during breakfast." Sam snorts and Jo starts laughing.
"Which then leads to making Disney-esque goo-goo eyes at each other." The
famous JoAnna Beth Harvelle ridicule has begun.
Goddamnit. This must be stopped and there is only one way to do that. Dean has
to commit double-homicide on his little brother and almost-sister and hide the
bodies in Elly's ridiculously huge house.
Cas walks into the room and puts an understanding hand on his shoulder "They
would start to stink and Elly's house isn't that big, Dean. Plus, Sam is huge
he wouldn't fit in any of the good body hiding spots."
Damn, I think I might actually be in love. Dean shakes his head to clear it and
gives Cas his sexiest look "I don't know what you're talkin' about, Cas. Ready
to get all wet?" Cas gives him that weird head tilt look and nods.
They spend the next two hours in the pool goofing off. Dean becaomes the
dunking champion for a while only to be taken down by Cas and his adorable big
blue 'don't hurt me Dean, I'm sexy' eyes. Sam thinks it is hilarious Dean was
taken down with a look and was properly punished by spending a few extra
minutes under water. Joe declared the boys pool bullies after about an hour and
got out to tan. Elly never showed up and it was getting harder and harder to
wipe that 'I'm worried' look off of Cas' face.
"You okay Cas?"
Cas looks at Dean like he is just remembered he is there,okay that's kind of
insulting. "No. Her run never takes this long. She has been known to push
herself too hard at times and I'm a bit worried."
"Well… you wanna drive around her running route and check?" Dean can see the
gratitude flood into Cas' eyes and there is another look that's going to be the
death of him in the future.
Cas doesn't answer just pulls him down and gives him a deep passionate kiss.
Dean is contemplating the mechanics of pool sex and how quick he can scare Sam
away when he hears what sounds like yelling from the front of the house. Cas is
out of the pool and running around the side of the house before Deans brain
even catches up. When it does, he realizes the louder voice is Elly's and he is
right behind Cas but is blocked when Cas stops dead in his tracks. The arguing
pair can't see them from where they're standing as the whole scene plays out.
Dean feels kind of bad, it looks really private but Cas just wont budge.
Elly is standing on the front lawn having it out against an older man, the guy
is considerably bigger then her but she doesn't seem impressed and is actually
on her tiptoes to look the guy in the eyes. It would be funny if Dean couldn't
see the look of utter rage on her face, if he couldn't see the way her fists
are clenched and her whole body seems to be shaking in fury.
"You are not welcome here and you know it Alistair! Now get the fuck off my
lawn before I make you!" Ellys voice is strong and commanding, hell if Dean was
that guy he would be fucking running to his car. Instead the guy gives her this
creepy pedophile smile.
"Now Elly dear, lets be civil. We are family."
Dean moves around Cas as fast as he can and catches her fist before it can
collide with the creeps face. He knows he is going regret it but he picks the
smaller girl up and tries push her towards the house. Ellys eyes are wide and
she looks like a complete stranger when she, holy shit, flips Dean on his back
and charges forward again. There is murder in her eyes as she marches towards
him and Dean is just going let her kick the shit out of the creep because the
smug bastard is smiling at her like it's all this great big joke.
"I am not your sister anymore, you sick fucking freak! I'm an only child!"
The guy is actually laughing now and Dean thinks she is actually going kill the
guy when Sam sweeps her up, coming out of freaking no where. Thank god Sam is
gigantic, his moose size useful for once. Dean is pretty sure Elly would get
really bored in jail.
"We will finish this conversation later. When you are a bit calmer, perhaps?
You can't hide him forever and he isn't yours to hide anymore."
"He isn't yours and he never will be as long as I'm breathing, Al! Fucking try
me! I'm not a kid anymore!" Elly screams over Sam's shoulder, she is
practically trying to climb over him to get at this Alistair guy as he gets in
his car calmly, like he didn't just cause a giant ass scene. Sam waits until
his car is completely gone before putting her down and even then Sam and Dean
are both tense, she might try to take off, running after the damn car. She
looks like she actually might before she finally turns to see Cas hiding in the
side yard.
He has this look on his face Deans never seen before, a mix of utter despair
and fear. Dean hates it and never wants to see it again, he doesn't really care
who he has to help Elly pummel. Elly looks torn between hugging Cas and
slapping him back to reality, thankfully she picks the hug. Its like an instant
reaction and Cas is immediately snuggling into her neck, effectively hiding his
face.
"Lets go swimming, yah Novak? I'll even let you dunk me a few times before I
become King of the Pool."
Dean isn't sure if it's a sob or a laugh that comes out of Cas from where he is
hiding. "Please, you don't have a chance. Dean is the current reigning King
after I retired out of pity for them all."
Dean is confused, Dean is really fucking confused and he wants to scream ' What
the hell was that? Hello!' but the look on Cas' face is gone and Dean is scared
if he asks that the look will come back and it will be all his fault. So
instead he says " Please, winning with puppy eyes of doom doesn't count Cas. If
it did, Sam would be king of the world already."
There is a lot of tension and confused looks exchanged between Sam, Dean and Jo
who watched the whole scene from the doorway. Both Elly and Cas seem to be
begging them to not bring it up though and soon they're all back in the pool
fighting to be crowned King of the Pool. Dean is pretty far in the lead when
they all decide that food is necessary and Cas drags Elly to the kitchen to
make then all something to eat. Jo is lounging by the pool getting a nice tan
while Sam and Dean aren't really sure what the hell to do with themselves.
" So uhhh… are we just not supposed to talk about this or..."
Dean cant keep in his tired sigh "I don't know, Sammy. That was pretty fucking
intense and weird. What the hell was that guy talking about? If you hadn't
shown up I'm pretty sure Elly would have beat that creepy fucker to death
before I got to her. Nice save by the way Gigantor. I knew you were a freak for
a reason."
Sam is giving him Bitch Face #2, the 'this is so serious right now Dean' look
he is been getting since Sam was four. "Dude, I don't know. Did you get the
feeling they were talking about Cas? He was pretty freaked out. "
Dean was avoiding that thought like Meg's nasty bits but he knows Sam is right.
They were talking about Cas and it leaves a weird empty feeling in the pit of
his stomach. He knows he doesn't know a lot about Cas but he suddenly feels
like he should, he should so he can protect him. Dean always protects his own
and damn, when did Cas worm his way into that category?
-THIS PAGE BREAK REMEMBERS BIRTHDAYS (LIKE A BOSS)-
Castiel is praying Elly wont bring up what happened while they toast the bread
and pull out various ingredients for sandwiches. He is already so worried about
what Dean must think. Is he thinking of an excuse to leave right now? Castiel
wouldn't blame him if he was, the scene was horrific and Castiel knew his
reaction wasn't exactly healthy.
"He made out with you in front of the whole damn school Novak, I doubt he's
gonna bolt over my domestic dispute and as far as Dean Winchester knows that's
all it was."
Castiel wants to believe her but he just can't this time. It was obvious that
Castiel was who Alistair was referring to. Dean has every right to run and
maybe Castiel should let him. "If you don't stop that I'm going to drag you
outside and drown you right in front of him and won't that just ruin everyone's
day. Plus, prison sounds really boring, so just relax, okay?"
Castiel really wishes his best friend would get out of his brain for a few
seconds so he can mope properly. Elly has never been very tolerant of moping
however so when Castiel turns to find her dancing to non-existent music like a
drunk stripper he can't help his smile.
"What is that? That is horrible. Stop it."
Elly stops abruptly only to pull her hair back, puff up her cheeks like a blow
fish and widen her eyes. She looks really stupid but when Castiel doesn't laugh
she morphs her face into something even more ridiculous. She looks defeated for
a second before smiling evilly.
"You wanna do the thing?"
Castiel feels himself blush and shake his head "We aren't children anymore
Elly, don't be ridiculous."
Her smile is widening now " You totally wanna do the thing. You're such a
child, Novak, don't try to hide it. Go get your boys and Jo. I shall prepare
for the arduous journey ahead of us."
Elly is heading up the stairs before Castiel can argue and he suddenly feels
nervous about explaining this to Dean.
"What do I tell them?"
Ellys head pops over the banister "Who said you have to tell them anything? Ye
must shake thy ass and the Winchester shall follow."
When Castiel gets back outside Dean and Sam are earnestly wrestling in the pool
like only brothers can while Joe sun bathes. Castiel waits a second to
appreciate the water glistening off Deans uncovered body before clearing his
throat. "Elly and I propose a trip. We were hoping you would like to come."
He has three sets of confused eyes on him now and he feels like running back in
the house and hiding somewhere but then Dean gives him one of those
fantastically sexy smiles
"Where are we going Cas?"
We? Dean is coming? Dean wants to come with him even after that debacle.
"It's a secret but we thought you might want to join us." Deans smile widens
and Castiel kind of wants to go weak in the knees.
"So it's like a weird best friend thing? You want us to come?" The description
is accurate but it also makes it sound so personal. Is it too personal?
"That's awesome Cas, count me and Sam in. What do you think Jo?"
Sam looks a little indignant that Dean decided for him but Jo looks excited "
Will there be more tequila involved?"
Castiel nods and then heads back into the house. While the rest of them change
Elly is packing everything they need into her car, including lots of snacks and
to Jos utter joy alcohol as well. Castiel likes Jo and can see her quickly
fitting into more of their escapades in the future.
Elly insists on driving and since its the afternoon already they wont get there
until sunset which is perfect. Castiel can feel the stress of the day ease from
him when the coast comes into view and he can see the confusion on the others
faces.
"Dude, did we leave a pool to go to the cold ass beach?"
Dean looks a little disappointed but Castiel knows that will change when they
get to their final goal. His heart practically sings when Elly turns onto the
path leading off the main road. He can see the old house now and even Elly is
starting to fidget in the drivers seat.
They all pile out and grab their supplies. Dean looks a little suspicious and
to Castiel's amusement just a little scared.
The house is one of those big old fancy looking things with one particularly
magnificent tower hovering over it, looking out over the ocean. It's surrounded
by over grown rose gardens and a defeated looking iron gate.
"Follow me men and watch your step, there is treachery afoot."
The other three are eyeing the gym bag of equipment skeptically but if Elly
notices their hesitation she doesn't acknowledge it. The house is even more
magnificent then Elly's home with its old fashioned staircase in the entryway
and giant open rooms. They all march straight up the stairs and towards the
back of the house. Every step is familiar to Castiel, he has been coming here
with Elly since they were children. Both left to their own devices while their
mothers lounged on the beach and gossiped. He runs his hands along the walls
and inhales the smell of the sea and roses that lingers through out the whole
house.
He jumps a little when Deans hand grabs his own "This place is pretty cool Cas.
Why am I getting the feeling there is more to this trip though?"
"Don't you dare give the secret away Novak or you will walk the plank, first
mate or not!" Castiel hides his smirk when he shrugs at Dean as if to say
orders are orders.
"Yes Captain, come along men." Dean looks like he wants to laugh and curse at
the same time. Castiel doesn't blame him. It's an old game, two children
running through an old mansion pretending to be pirates ransacking the wealthy.
Elly the ever brave Captain leading her fierce fist mate Castiel into worlds
unknown.
"Dude you guys are so dorky." Dean sounds like he is trying really hard to hide
his smile. Sam looks like he is at Disneyland and Jo looks kind of bored.
Elly dramatically swings open the doors to the spiraling stairs that lead to
the tower. She pushes forward without waiting and as soon as she hits the
stairs she is running and screaming "We must take the tower men. We shall not
rest until their booty is ours!" She lets out a hysterical laugh at the word
'booty' and he lets one small giggle escape himself. Castiel couldn't see
completely but he thought he saw an eye patch covering her left eye. He feels a
flush of embarrassment when he sees Dean looking at him like he is some sort of
alien.
"You heard your Captain men. The tower will be ours!" Castiel screams before
pecking Dean on the lips and sprinting up the stairs.
He hears Dean mutter " Oh hell no!" and his thundering steps behind him.
Castiel is fast and knows the tower well so every time Dean gets close he steps
just barely out of the way. He can still hear Elly screaming orders and other
childish nonsense ahead of them, behind him he can hear Sam and Jo trying to
catch up and laughing. When he glances back Deans smile is just as wide his own
and his laughter just gets louder.
He feels a sense of triumph like he always does when he reaches the top. Trying
to catch his breath while reveling in the feeling of being a child again, that
is until Dean bursts onto the landing and pushes him against the wall with a
fierce kiss. Well there goes all that hard earned air.
"I think I like I watching you go up stairs Cas. Now what does a fierce pirate
like me get for catching his first mate, hmm?"
His voice is playful but his hands are getting even more playful as they run
over his body. Castiel answers with a hungry kiss of his own and this time Dean
makes a sort of growling sound into his mouth. Strong hands hook under his
upper thighs and next thing he knows he is being picked up and his legs are
wrapping around Deans waist of their own volition. In the distance he can still
hear Sam and Jo thundering towards them but we had a considerable lead he
thinks as Dean takes his lower lip into his teeth nibbling it while grinding
against him. They're both panting between kisses but if its from the long run
or the kisses he isn't sure. He really doesn't care though when Dean latches
onto his neck rotating between biting and sucking the spot like his neck has
offended him somehow. Oh lord, him and Dean should play pirates more often. He
tugs on Deans hair until he unlatches himself and moves back to his mouth.
"Ahheeemmm… isn't this fraternizing amongst the men?" An amused voice inquires.
Apparently that lead wasn't quite long enough.
"Fuck off Sammy." Dean growls but Castiel is already unwrapping his legs and
straightening their clothes.
"He is correct. We must carry on men the captain shall have us all flogged if
we don't make haste to the treasury." Dean looks so debauched and sexually
frustrated its cute and Castiel gives him a soft peck on the lips before
dashing down through the door.
Elly is of course already hard at work setting things up, the room is open and
only contains a large plush couch, an oak desk, a lavish fireplace and an old
mattress that Elly and him had dragged all the way up there one night when they
decided to run away to be pirates forever. She already has a fire going in the
old fireplace and blankets scattered over the couch and bed. Castiels Captain
maybe a pirate queen but she likes her comforts. He hears Sam and Dean both
gasp and he knows they're looking at the wall facing the coast, or well where
the wall used to be. Its completely destroyed now leaving the room open and
giving it a perfect view of the night sky and sea.
"Come men, now we celebrate." Elly giggles holding up a large bottle of rum.
Castiel had been correct earlier, she is wearing an eye patch and some time
while they were behind she had wrapped a scarf around her waist, placed a
dramatic hat with a feather on her head and got her sword to finish off her
costume. Other than the make up and much more revealing top she looks just like
the little girl that has dragged him up here when he was just eight years old
squealing about treasure and the high seas.
"Do you guys… uhh do this often?" Sam asks, taking Castiel back to the present.
"Only about once a year, when we feel we need to be over whelming-ly silly.
Elly believes you have to be silly some of the time or you die of seriousness."
Jo has already wandered into the room and is looking over the edge with a look
of awe on her face. Sam is standing in the doorway looking hesitant while Dean
simply walks passed his younger brother and makes a Sam worthy pout-y face "Why
does she get a sword?"
Castiel reaches behind the old desk in the corner and pulls out his own old
costume "Here Dean, I never wear mine anymore."
Dean smiles "Sweetness!" He unsheathes the blade but was obviously not
expecting a real sword. "Your parents let you play with real swords? Man, rich
people are weird." Dean mutters but he keeps playing with it with a silly gleam
in his eye. Castiel gently gets him to put it down for a second and reaches up
wrapping his old scarf around Deans hair. Next he snaps the eye patch in place
and takes the old thick leather belt with the sword placing it over Deans
jeans.
He is expecting to get a good laugh at Deans expense in revenge for the wall
kiss. Instead, well instead he kind of wants to faint and ask Dean to take him
now! Dean removed his sweaty shirt before coming in and with his toned chest,
tan skin and rakish smile, plus the sword pulling his pants low on his hips, he
looks like the cover of a bad romance novel.
Dean gets a nervous look on his face " What do I look that stupid?"
He really wants to say something, anything to keep Dean from removing the
costume but his brain is occupied imagining Dean sweeping him into his arms,
taking him in the sand rough and passionately like a true pirate. Damn you Dean
Winchester, you just gave me a pirate fetish. It was such a nice innocent
childhood memory, too.
Dean is reaching up to remove the scarf but Castiel quickly smacks his hand
away, " No, leave it. I… I quite like it on you."
Deans nervous smile turns lecherous and he steps closer and even though Castiel
knows its just from being on the coast and running up all those stairs Dean
smells like a pirate, all sweat and salty sea, it's really yummy honestly. "
So… Cas you uhh.. likey the pirate thing, ehh?"
He can feel his face flush instantly but he finds himself nodding.
"Dude no naughty time in the tower. Take that shiz to the beach. Geez,
nymphos." Elly scoffs but Castiel can hear the laughter in her voice.
She has an old cast iron pot full of soup boiling over the fire while she fills
old fashioned looking goblets with rum, Sam and Jo helping her set it all up.
Castiel often wonders where she gets these things and if maybe she really was a
pirate in a past life. It would explain a lot of her crazy perhaps, he has
heard a long time on the sea can do that.
"If Dean and I wish to 'get naughty' as you put it we shall go below deck
Captain."
Elly's smile widens. "That's a good man! Now come have some rum with your
captain, both of you!"
The rest of the night is spent drinking and laughing, everyone making pirate
jokes every chance they get. Dean and Elly even get into a short sword fight in
which Elly only wins because she backed Dean way to close to the open wall,
Castiel properly reprimanded her for it but she was still declared the winner
by a drunken Jo. Sam is the only one not drinking because someone has to drive
them home later and Sam volunteered. Getting drunk two nights in a row didn't
appeal to him for some reason.
It's well past two a.m. when Sam declares it time to go home herding everyone
out of the old house and into Elly's car. Which was no easy feet with the four
of them in their drunk state but Sam manages by giving them his best puppy dog
'please do what I say' look, Castiel is surprisingly helpless against that
look. He lets Sam guide him into the back seat with Dean on one side and Elly
on the other.
He doesn't remember the drive home, having fallen asleep on Dean right after
Sam started the car.
***** Thank God For Russia *****
Chapter Notes
     From obsession: so this chapter has a lot of Sam/Elly moments. I just
     wanted to pop in and let you guys know whats running through my head.
     you know that face Sam makes when Becky is touching his chest when
     they first meet? The "can you stop touching me?" "no" part? that's
     what his face looks like in my head every time him and Elly interact…
     bwahahaha xD. makes me lol.
     Warnings: boy kissing shouldn't be a warning, we dont have to warn
     people about boy/girl kissing*bitchfaces* anyhoo mini rant done. this
     chapter has mentions of slight torture ,attempted rape, alcohol use
     and of course the dirty workings of Dean Winchesters brain.
Sam spends a good half hour getting Deans hung over ass out of bed and even
then he is still dragging his feet until Sam shouts at him
"Come on Dean! The sooner we get to school the sooner you can get back to
feeling Cas up."
That perks Dean right up, his shower is shorter then usual and he practically
shoves Sam out of the door. He might speed a little because he has first period
with Cas.
Dean doesn't notice people are staring at him as he wanders into his English
class but Meg is notably absent so that blasts Deans good mood into over drive.
He just can't stop grinning, which doesn't really help the curious glances from
his class mates. Deans made his decision and he is sticking to it. When Cas
finally steps into class he stops like he isn't sure if what they have leaks to
school but Dean just has to smile and Cas is sitting right next him.
Last time Dean kissed Cas he had tasted like spiced rum and the sea, Dean
wonders what he tastes like in the morning. He decides to find out and pulls
Cas into him licking into his mouth as soon as Cas permits. He tastes like mint
and blueberries which is an awesome combination and Dean really wants more but
Cas pulls away, blushing like crazy.
"Dean we're in class, pay attention." Dean thinks he is just being a tease but
when their teacher shows up Cas actually pulls his books out and starts
following along. Dean doesn't pay attention, doesn't even try really. He spends
all of class trying to grope Cas' inner thigh and when that doesn't work he
texts him: 'Ever fooled around in a janitors closet?'
Cas checks his phone behind his book and scowls when he sees the text quickly
tapping out a reply. 'No Dean I have not but there is a first time for
everything ;)'
Cheeky little bastard just when Dean is getting used to the whole innocent shy
thing he changes into a sex fiend. It is a little confusing but in a keep you
on your toes kind of way, all Dean knows is that it is definitely working for
him. Dean is proud of himself when he manages to not get a boner in class and
as soon as its over he snatches Cas hand before he can slip away and heads for
the only closet he knows for a fact isn't locked during school. He drags Cas
inside and need less to say they totally miss second period. He wont see Cas
again until lunch so he wrangles all the kisses he can out of him before Cas
insists that he has to go to anatomy.
"If you stop being a nerd and stay right here with me, I can teach you all
about human anatomy, baby." All he gets is a laugh and an affectionate peck on
the lips before Cas heads to class, Dean watches him go like a love sick moron.
"Hey Dean."
Dean turns to find Victor watching him with an unreadable look on his face,
Dean isn't ashamed of Cas but he is kind of nervous about how Victor is going
to take this. Everyone on the team looks up to Victor and Dean knows that
however he reacts to Deans new found love of sucking Cas' face the rest of the
team will follow. Victor would have been Captain if he'd had the time for it.
"Your boyfriend seems nice. I think we need an extra practice today, defense is
way off their game." The quick shift in conversation throws Dean off but he
gets Victors meaning. He doesn't care whose face Dean sucks as long as he keeps
acting like their captain.
"Good idea, I was thinking the same thing. We will meet by the track as usual."
Victor gives a curt nod and then a small smile before heading to his own class.
His next class is boring and all he really thinks about is how his mouth tastes
like Cas now. The bell rings which means its lunch time, which also means its
Cas time. Dean kind of feels like an addict when he starts towards the
cafeteria looking for Cas in the crowd. He spots him by the same tree and looks
just like last time Dean saw during lunch only this time is so much better
because now I can do this Dean thinks to himself. He grabs Cas from behind and
starts a trail of kisses up the side of his neck and when Cas melts into his
arms he switches to the other side.
"You know Dean I am pretty sure that sex outside the cafeteria is against the
rules."
Dean bites down before letting go and scowling at Cas' serious face "I never
saw it in the rule book, if it isn't in the rule book it doesn't count." Cas
laughs and Dean feels so proud of himself that he can make that happen.
"Aww look at the happy couple Meg." God why does fate hate his dick.
Ruby has that nasty look on her face that every school yard bully gets and she
is so lucky that Dean doesn't hit girls.
"Yeah they're just to die for. I heard about your car Castiel. That's too bad,
I guess you have to take the bus like the rest of the peons. " Meg sneers. Dean
had his suspicions Megs skank ass had something to do with Cas' car and she
just confirmed them in his head.
"I have two cars, so no bus for me. Now that I think about it, it's kind of
funny actually. If someone hadn't vandalized my car Dean never would have
driven me home that day and we never would have gotten together. I have to
thank the vandals I suppose, even if they're so stupid they can't spell 'whore'
correctly. " Cas says it all so sweetly but the look on his face is down right
evil. Dean loves the crap out of it. Meg and Ruby both look pissed beyond
belief and Dean can just imagine the rusty cogs in their brains trying to think
of something bitchy to say.
Ruby gives her long blonde hair a flip before sneering "Whatever, have your
brother call me Dean. I don't wait around for just anyone." and with that the
bitch squad is retreating. Dean feels kind of uneasy because he knows Meg and
Ruby don't drop things, they're petty vindictive little bitches.
"Those two are...unpleasant young women." Dean has to laugh at how incredibly
understated that is, but before he can state that out loud Elly comes skipping
towards them swinging some sort of big ass lunch box wrapped in a scarf in one
hand and a fucking picnic basket in the other, whistling to herself. It's kind
of annoying how not hung over she is after last night.
"Howdy partners. Ready for lunch? I'm freaking starving. What's with the looks?
You guys look like you just survived a face down with the devil or something."
Cas gives his friend an indulgent smile before shaking his head " Nothing of
import, just some natives being assbutts."
Assbutts? What the fuck is an assbutt? Dean is dating someone who says shit
like 'assbutt.' Elly doesn't even blink at Cas' lack of cursing skills and just
shrugs before heading to one of the outside tables. Cas follows, so does Dean
as she unwraps the scarf revealing an ornate looking box that is made of
layers.
"Is that a bento box?" Sam asks as he walks up next to Dean with his trays of
cafeteria food. Dean rolls his eyes, of course Sam's nerdy ass would know what
the hell that thing is.
Elly just smiles and starts un-stacking the box pushing one layer towards Cas
and then another to Sam. Ewww sushi, great now Cas is gonna taste like raw
fish.
"Stop pouting Dean, I brought you something too." Elly giggles opening the
picnic basket and oh yeah pulls out two burgers. Dean wants to peek into the
magical basket to see if maybe there is pie hiding in there but Cas gives him a
warning look, Elly likes her surprises.
Jo joins them soon after, stealing the food Sam got from the cafeteria with a
declaration that he didn't need it anymore since Elly brought him lunch. After
a brief argument, in which Jo wins by a land slide, he hands the tray over,
pout firmly in place.
They all sit around enjoying their food, the burger is awesome and Dean knows
that he makes more then a few obscene noises. Elly informs him loudly that his
lunch was made by Cas, while she had prepared the sushi and other snacks. Some
people from the team come by to ask about practice and Dean introduces Cas and
Elly to each of them. Cas looks kind of shocked the first time Dean says
'boyfriend' but the look melts into something more like smug after the shock
wears off.
Sam wont stop asking Elly about how she made the sushi and where she learned it
but she just shrugs and says " Japan dude. Where else would you learn to make
sushi?" Like its totally normal to have gone to Japan. That just leads to Sam
nagging her about what Japan was like but Dean kind of gets the feeling Elly is
enjoying all the attention from his dorky ass brother because she just smiles
and answers all his questions.
Dean's team mates quickly monopolize his time however, pulling him away from
the table, pulling him away from Cas, to talk strategy. No one really notices
his absence however, when he looks over at the table he sees Sam bothering Elly
still and Cas deep in conversation with Jo. He's actually really glad both Cas
and Elly get along so well with Jo, that she likes both of them in return. She
has been a major part of his life for so long, means almost as much to him as
Sam does, her opinion is important. Dean just hopes that she doesn't start
telling any embarrassing stories from when they were kids.
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Castiel is all about math, statistics to be specific. It's nerdy of him, he
knows, but when ever faced with new situations he does the math. The fact that
Dean acknowledged their relationship at school is one thing, a beautiful thing,
but Castiel can't help himself. It is entirely different to be naive enough to
believe that this revelation of his will stick. He has been calculating the
likely hood of Dean leaving him for a woman since that first day in the Impala
and he cant just stop now.
From what he has gathered from the 'grape-vine' of high school gossip the three
most likely candidates are Lisa Breadon, Meg Masters and Jo Harvelle. He ruled
Masters out at the party on Saturday, subtly but he got the answer he was
looking for. Breadon, on the other hand, was more complicated to figure out. He
has been at Huntersville for a week now, soaking up as much as he could on Dean
ex-girlfriend. From what he can tell the split was messy, complicated and no
one really knows what happened but from observing her closely he can tell that
she is with child. Dean is loyal, Castiel can tell, he wouldn't abandon her
like that, she must have cheated on him. He mentally crosses her off his list.
Which only leaves Jo Harvelle. The most troublesome of the three. He likes Jo
and can tell that Jo likes him. The problem being that her relationship with
Dean seems to be a very close one. Like one day they're going to wake up and
get married, because it's the right thing to do.
Castiel find his chance to do some recon during lunch when Dean walks away with
some of the Lacrosse team. Sam is distracting Elly and Jo is happily munching
on the fries she procured from Sam, ripe for the picking.
"So, Jo. If you don't mind me asking, how do you know the Winchesters? You
three seem close." Smooth Castiel, add Sam into it so you're not obvious. He
feels a twinge of pride in himself.
She looks up at him from her stolen lunch. "My mom is kinda friends with their
dad, we grew up together." Childhood friends, interesting.
"What do you mean, 'kind of?'" She looks a bit uncomfortable for a moment, like
she shouldn't say but after a moment she continues.
"My family owns a bar, The Roadhouse, its up on Main street. John is a regular,
has been for as long as I can remember. Mom's kicked his ass more than a few
times." Jo laughs but Castiel can feel the apprehension behind the joke. "Why
are you so interested?"
She smiles wickedly at him and he knows that she knows why he is interested.
Smart girl. Castiel's like for her grows a little. "I was just assessing your
relationship with Dean." He finishes lamely, not quite sure how to proceed from
here. He can no longer be sly about it, the girl has him figured out but its
too embarrassing to come out and say 'have you had sex with him? Are you likely
to do it again?'
It must be written all over his face though because she laughs and gives his
back two firm pats. "We aren't like that Castiel. Promise." she winks at him.
"Not that he's never tried, of course."
Oh no. Castiel can feel his world start to crumble. Dean had tried to have sex
with this woman, this smart, funny, attractive woman and the odds of him never
trying again are slim at best. She doesn't notice his anguish and continues
speaking.
"It's actually a really funny story. Like really, really funny. Gives me a good
laugh every time I think about it and embarrasses the crap out of Dean." She
smiles at him. "Hey, do you wanna hear it?"
Elly must have felt those best friend vibes because he can feel her hand on
his, which draws Sam's attention to Jo. "Tell Castiel what?"
She Cheshire-cat smiles back at him. "The end of the world."
His eyes widen and then a grin to match Jo's spreads across his face. "Dean
will kill you if you tell Cas about that." He pauses, for what Castiel assumes
is dramatic effect. "Do it."
They turn back to Castiel and Elly, greeted with twin looks of confusion and
burst out laughing. "Okay, okay." Jo calms her laughter down to a minimum. "We
were like fourteen, right and stuck baby-sitting Sam, so we took him to Singer
Salvage, the junk yard down the road from my mom's bar. Bobby, the owner, said
we could play hide-and-seek if we promised not to break anything."
"Hide-and-seek? Really?" Elly interrupts, glancing over at Sam, mischief in her
eyes.
"Dude, I was like twelve. What kind of twelve year old doesn't like hide-and-
seek?" Jo and Elly both laugh. Castiel still doesn't think this story is funny.
"Lemmie finish!" Jo giggles, "anyway, yeah, hide-and-seek. Sam was It and Dean
and I go off to hide, right? Well, we try and get into this one car like three
feet up and Dean's lumbering ass bumps into a carburetor and there's this mini-
avalanche of crap. It comes tumbling down on us, trapping us in this junker."
More pausing, more dramatic effect. Castiel is still not feeling it. "We were
there for like two hours, I kid you not! Dean is steadily getting more and more
freaked, humming Metallica to himself and trying to get the door unstuck. I'm
just sitting there, waiting for midget-Sam to show up when I feel a hand on my
thigh and when I looked at Dean this is what he said, word for word," she drops
her voice into an imitation of Deans baritone, "'We could die in here Jo. I
don't wanna die a virgin. Please have pity sex with me.'"
Castiel blinks as the three around him practically fall off of their seats
laughing. That was humorous. It also means that Dean didn't want to have sex
with Jo out of a real attraction, just teenage stupidity.
"Oh my bejezzus, you had to have done something funny in retaliation, please
tell me what you did next was hilarious." Elly gasps out between giggles.
"I punched him. Right in his nose." She made a punching gesture to emphasize
her point. She lets out another bark of laughter, "he yelped like a puppy."
"Which is how I managed to find them. I heard Dean all the way on the other
side of the yard and followed the screeches of 'why'd you hit me?'" Sam starts
to laugh again and this time Castiel can feel himself joining in.
"There wasn't even that much junk trapping them, I got them out in like five
seconds."
He feels bad laughing at Deans pain but it really was a very funny story and
now that Castiel has successfully ruled out Jo, he can relax. No immediate
threats to his relationship with Dean. Their odds have just gone up
significantly, Castiel is in a very good mood indeed.
Castiel finds himself enjoying school for the first time in a long time. His
last few classes passed him by in what feels like seconds and he is headed to
the library during his last period when he realizes he hasn't felt that usual
panic that overwhelms him when he is not with Elly at school all day. It's new
and makes him feel lighter as he steps into the cool silence of the library and
heads to his desk in the back. He spots Sam studying with a group of other
juniors and gives a little wave. Sam waves back enthusiastically and goes back
to his books leaving Castiel to his much needed nap before martial arts
practice. Elly had hinted at giving the club a good kick in the ass this
afternoon and he wants to be well rested. He is just gotten comfortable with
his music playing and his eyes closed when the chair is pulled out from under
him.
He looks up to find a tall guy he is never met before smiling down at him while
Meg and Ruby laugh at a table near by. Seems like someone needs to be taught
some manners. "Hey fag, did I keep you from your nappie?"
Castiel stands and checks to make sure his ipod isn't broken before addressing
the moron in front of him " I understand that you require picking on others you
perceive as weaker to compensate for the lack of size in certain areas but I
recommend you look else where. I am not going to stay reasonable if this
continues."
The guy looks confused and pauses to process what Castiel said before his face
darkens " Are you sayin' I got a little dick, rich boy?"
Meg and Ruby find this hilarious and are laughing louder, Sam's study group has
stopped talking amongst themselves and looking at their books to watch. Castiel
can tell Sam is poised to jump to his defense and he gives Sam a slight shake
of the head, I can handle this, he thinks at the larger teen.
"Awww. Gordon, the fag thinks you aren't man enough for him." Meg cackles
causing her and Ruby to burst into laughter again.
Castiel was hoping the librarian would stop this but she seems to have stepped
out. It seems he might have to resort to some sort of violence when Gordon's
face reddens and he steps further into Castiel's personal space, obviously
trying to intimidate him.
" I don't like your tone."
Castiel takes that last step forward, making Gordon and himself practically
nose to nose " I don't like being called fag or having some Neanderthal breathe
his foul breath on me, it would be in your best interest to back away."
Gordon looks confused, this is obviously not going the way he had planned.
Castiel should have blithered and been scared, instead he is crowding Gordon's
space and just daring him to swing with his eyes. Gordon backs away slowly and
heads back towards his table with the girls " You and your boyfriend better
watch your asses."
"Don't worry, I tend to always have my eyes on Deans ass." Castiel smiles and
that earns him a laugh from Sam who has gotten closer when Castiel wasn't
looking.
"Damn Cas, you're kind of a badass." Sam laughs nervously, " Wanna come help me
with this? Dean said you're really smart." Castiel stops the death glare he was
directing at the 'dumb ho' table and gives Sam a slight nod.
He spends the rest of the period helping Sam study, who is exceptionally bright
and Castiel suspects didn't need assistance at all but instead wanted to avoid
another confrontation. He finds Elly waiting for him outside the library and
they silently head to the changing rooms. They're almost there when she
abruptly stops and looks at the floor, she has a pained look on her face and he
finds himself holding his breath waiting for her to speak.
"I think you should tell Dean about Alistair." It's barely above a whisper but
he hears it and all the muscles in his body tighten.
"No Elly." He heads into the boys locker room to change hoping to end the
conversation but he realizes that he should have known better when he hears her
footsteps following him. His odds had just gotten better, telling Dean about
that now would just drop it back down to below where it was during lunch.
But that isn't the real reason he doesn't want to tell Dean, is it?
"I'm serious Novak, Dean will understand that it wasn't your fault. You have to
see the way he looks at you. He won't care." She mumbles, her eyes staying
locked onto the tiles. She won't look up or step closer, obviously nervous. He
knows that she is right, Dean wouldn't abandon him or think less of him even.
He owes Dean an explanation but the idea of explaining everything, retelling
something he has been avoiding thinking about for two years terrifies him.
"I will tell him after practice." She looks up, surprised and opens her mouth
to say something else.
"Dude, Elly this is the boys changing room. Get out, ya perv." Dean snorts from
the doorway. They both jump at his voice and Castiel is relieved to see Elly
has melted the serious concern off her face into her usual playful smile.
"God Dean, so jealous, I have already seen Novak naked you know. There is
nothing to be jealous about. Change quick bitch, practice is going to be long."
Dean looks amused when he opens his locker and starts to change. Castiel tries
not to look and concentrate on changing his clothes because he knows that if he
looks he will not get to practice on time and have to face Elly's mighty wrath.
"You know Cas, it's no fun if you don't take it off slow." Dean smirks, already
changed into his gym shorts and t-shirt.
"Do you plan to assist us when you're done with your team again today Dean? If
so I will see you on the mat." He leaves Dean with his eyebrows raised and his
smirk wider as he steps out and heads to the field.
He doesn't get much more chances to flirt with Dean, Elly was serious about
kicking their asses. Castiel has never done so many sit ups and push ups before
in his life, nor ran so long. By the time they get to the gym they're all
panting and sore. The entire club is trying to kill Elly with death glares
alone but she either doesn't notice or care, by the smile on her face Castiel
suspects the latter. Deans team is already in the weight room but most of them
just seem to be standing around talking and when Dean sees them file into the
building he smiles brightly and heads over.
Elly sacrifices herself to Balthazar, leaving Castiel free to spar Dean and he
is grateful, no one likes to spar Balthazar. He is flirty, glib and touches all
the wrong places. Castiel notes to bake her some cookies later.
"Ready to get taken down Cas?" Dean teases, Castiel doesn't reply but simply
trips Dean and pins him to the mat.
"I am very scared Dean. I beg of you, please don't hurt me." Castiel smiles
down at him. A hand grasping his legs, his chest pressed to Deans or sitting
above him while he sweats and pants. Deans hands wander to places that have
nothing to do with fighting and makes Castiel gasp more then a few times. Dean
doesn't seem too interested in winning and tries to steal a kiss every once and
while when he is pinned but Castiel never lets him. It is starting to get
ridiculous, Castiel leans down to his ear, " If you want a kiss then you have
to earn it. Win, Dean."
Deans eyes widen and he gives Castiel another one of those rakish smiles and
flips them. " Oh, you are on Cas!"
Dean stands and stretches a little, he gives Castiel a tight nod and a 'bring
it on' look. Castiel goes in for a kick and Dean easily blocks it looking
unimpressed. They spend the next few minutes exchanging blows neither one
giving the other any room. Dean finally gets him by faking to the left, picking
him up and slamming him to the mat. Castiel finds his hands pinned above his
head and a triumphant Dean hovering above his mouth. He can feel Deans hardness
pressing into his own and he gasps closing his eyes waiting for the press of
lips but it never comes.
"You're a kinky bastard, ya know that Cas?" Dean chuckles, the vibrations of it
humming though his body. Castiel tries to squirm out of his grip but that just
causes further friction in certain areas and he instantly stills.
"Dean kiss me or I swear on everything that is holy I will make you."
He watches Deans eyes dilate and his tongue wet his lips slowly, " Is that a
promise Cas?" He wraps his legs around Deans waist and turns tumbling himself
on top of Dean, his mouth colliding against Deans almost painfully hard. Deans
tongue slips into his mouth and invades it like he is trying to taste Castiel.
Dean lets out a happy "mmm" so apparently he likes what he finds. Castiel is
moving down to give Deans neck a much needed nimble when a hand smacks the back
of his head."I said spar not get your sex cooties all over my mats, assholes!
You're lucky everyone else left to change." Elly scolds standing above them,
her eyes are laughing but her face and voice all serious trainer when she says
" Stay an extra hour and practice your strikes, ya horny bastard. Dean you
drive him home. I am not having that boner in my car."
Neither of them have moved and the gym door slams signaling her exit. Dean
smirks up at him and shifts out from under him, Castiel knows why she left them
alone and feels his heart fall into the bottom of his stomach.
" Dean? Can I talk to you about something?"
-THIS PAGE BREAK IS REALLY AN AUTHORS NOTE: So we know its really random and
crap to have this part be Elly's POV but echo and obsession both have a serious
problem with being serious and epically fail-
Elly doesn't like to over think most things much. It isn't that she is dumb,
it's that she knows life is short so why bother wasting it on depressing
thoughts? So instead of dealing with her drunken mother or Cas' asshole parents
she preferred to skip and play as a child. Now that she is older she would like
to be able to say she can handle things with an air of grace and dignity like
Novak does but she doesn't so she takes another shot from her very large bottle
of vodka and thanks god for her very high alcohol tolerance.
She already had quite a few and is using beer as a chaser so she is pretty
close to wasted when her doorbell rings like twenty times. She had assumed that
when she didn't drag her not so happy ass off the couch that who ever the hell
it was would get the hint but apparently they're fucking slow and don't get the
hint. She hears her door knob angrily jiggle and lets out a frustrated sigh as
she pushes herself up. She doesn't bother putting something on over her black
bra and panties before she angrily swings the door open. She figures if they
are so determined to eat her fist they can do it with her undressed.
Sam Winchester the giant is standing on her porch gaping at her. Seriously?
What deity did she piss of this week?
"Dean isn't here." She flinches at the slur in her voice and knows that she is
using the door to hold herself up.
Sam face goes from flustered to all concerned puppy when he hears her slurs.
"Are you okay?"
She really doesn't need this today. Any other day she could plaster on a smile
and pretend flirt until poor little Sammy gets uncomfortable enough to leave
but she doesn't have the energy right now so instead she just heads back to her
beloved bottle and leaves the door open. If Sam wants to follow he can and if
he doesn't then it isn't her problem. She hears the door shut as she is un-
gracefully plopping back onto the couch, downing another shot and chugging the
last of her beer.
Russians really do make the best Vodka, I should totally move to Russia, I bet
now that the commies are gone it's totally awesome. Alistair hates the snow and
Novak can have snow sex with Dean. Although really if they're going to move it
should really be somewhere with more entertainment and where Dean can speak the
language. England then, yeah England is good.
"It's way too rainy in England for Dean. All he would do is bitch about the
weather." Sams voice volunteers from next to her and, oh yeah, she talks to
herself out loud when she is drunk.
" Do you mind? I am having a conversation with myself here, it's totally rude
to interrupt." She reaches for the bottle but that damn nosy giant moves it out
of her reach and takes a swig. He flinches but doesn't gag or cry, so she is
kind of proud.
"What the hell are you doing getting drunk in your underwear at four in the
afternoon Elly?"
She wonders for a second if she can take Sam Winchester. He is so damn big but
she swipes for the bottle anyway.
"Fuck off, why do you care? I'm having a shitty day now gimme my booze." She
sounds super whiny and girly, it kind of makes her sick because she knows she
is going to cry soon. "Do you know what it's like to know you ruined your best
friends life? Huhh Sammy? That it's my fault Novak has to go see a therapist
once a month, that he gets nervous in crowds because he is scared my creep of a
brother found him somehow."
Sam looks confused and pauses, she takes advantage to swipe the bottle out of
his huge sexy hands and takes a drink. She very ungracefully falls on her ass
in the process. I wonder how good he is with those hands?
"Okay, seriously, don't change the subject and I can't believe you aren't aware
you're thinking out loud." Sam scoffs before plopping her off the floor and
depositing her on the couch before sitting down.
"Alistair is my brother." She mumbles into the bottle and Sam can obviously
tell she is thinking of taking another drink because he snatches the bottle
away and takes one of his own. He coughs a little but holds it down.
"Yeah I got that. What does that have to do with Cas and that scene on your
lawn? How is this your fault?" She leans back and rests her head in his lap, he
tenses but doesn't move to push her away. She must look really pathetic if Sam
is tolerating her invading his personal space.
"Technically he's my half brother from my Daddy's side. He was like already
graduated when I was born so I never got to know him very well. I knew that
when I was about four Daddy kicked him out but that was it."
Sam looks down at her and the look on his face makes her want to get up and run
away to do something immature and dangerous. She is readying herself when his
hand comes down and starts petting her hair. "I'm listening."
"Daddy never talked about Al. He was this big mystery my entire life, a ghost
of a brother I never had but kind of always wanted. Novak was the closest thing
to a brother I have ever had but I guess at the time I thought it wasn't the
same thing. So stupid." She sobs.
Sam's hand keeps running through her hair, he is strong but gentle and she
hears the liquid in the bottle swish as he takes another drink.
"I was sixteen and Daddy started to travel more for work but wouldn't take me
with him. He said I had to finish school first and I was mad at him. So I
looked Al up. He was so happy to hear from me, told me I was such a clever girl
for finding him. How he had this big fancy job and apartment in the city. That
me and Novak should come stay with him, he was dying to see him he said." She
doesn't want to say the rest so instead she buries her face in Sam's thigh for
a second, he smells like books and some kind of girly cologne. She really likes
it and wants to stay where she is.
"Elly?" He says it gently so she keeps going.
"He...stared at Novak a lot. I I knew it was weird but I didn't want to leave.
I had just gotten my brother back and I was so excited about it that Novak
didn't even ask. I still avoided leaving them alone though, almost like I knew
but was too selfish to admit it. When ever he tried I would pout until I got my
way. I could tell he was getting pissed off, one day he got really mad at me.
Yelled that I was a spoiled bitch like my mother and that I should learn to
share my toys. Like Novak was some sort of treasure I just wouldn't hand over.
It freaked me out and...so I told Novak we were leaving but he argued with me.
Said he didn't want me to regret ruining the chance to spend time with my only
brother. Novak is like that, he never thinks about himself just what everyone
else wants. So I agreed to stay one more night. I should have left but I don't
know, I am a selfish brat, I guess because we ended up staying . Alistair came
back with this shiny new necklace for me and all these apologies. " She lets
out one more ragged sigh before pushing forward, Sam is going to hate her and
leave her to stew in her own self pity when she says it but what the hell she
has gone this far.
"That night I fell asleep next to Novak and woke up and he was gone. I checked
all over the house before going into Alistair's room, he was really weird about
his privacy. When I tried the door it was locked but I... I heard something so
I banged on the door and when I heard it again I just kept banging. When he
wouldn't answer I started to kick it, I kept kicking it and finally I guess I
got a lucky kick in cos the door fell open. He... had Novak on the bed, later
the doctors said he didn't actually" she chocked back a sob "he didn't get to
what he wanted but the damage was done. The doctors said that Novak was lucky
Alistair had wanted to play with him first, I guess, cut him a few times but, "
She shifts again and takes one more creepy sniff of Sam " the doctors wouldn't
tell me everything he did, just that there was no actual rape. He had him for
hours Sam and I was just sleeping in the next room." She lets out an angry
snort, " When I kicked down that door and saw Novak all tied up I kind of lost
it, threw myself at Al and just started swinging but I was just a kid and never
took my martial arts training seriously. So obviously he uhh got away from me
and there was so much blood. I called 911 and then the cops came. "
Sam is looking down at her in silent shock, she takes the moment to reclaim her
booze and take a long swig to steel her nerves because Sam is going to get up
any minute and tell her what a selfish child she is. It seems like they sit
there forever with him looking at her like that and her hugging her vodka like
a teddy bear. She isn't crying anymore but his hand is still running through
her curls, its relaxing and she feels her eyes slipping shut.
 
***** Cas BAMF extroardinaire *****
Chapter Notes
     note from obsession-rules-me:… why am I always the pervert? D: huh,
     echo? WHY? *pout* the peoples on the internet are going to start
     thinking I have nothing better to do than write porn for you. rawr
     *chomp*
     Echo:*flails* PORN! Haha its not that you have nothing better to do
     it's that you spoil me! So cool kids points if you can guess who
     Ellys Daddy is.
     Warning: OH wow uhh, violence, lots of boy loving on boy, lots of
     silly, you know the usual!
Dean doesn't say anything when Cas finishes his story, knows that there isn't
anything to say that will erase what happened, he pulls Cas close and doesn't
let go until he absolutely has to. Cas explains that Elly's father had taken
care of everything, paid for all the therapy and even the unnecessary surgeries
to make sure Cas wouldn't have scars to remind him. Dean feels his stomach go
sour when Cas says he didn't leave his home for months and that when he did he
had to have Elly with him, that she was the only one he could tolerate touching
him for a long time.
As they walk to the car Dean grabs Cas' hand and he doesn't even try to get
Dean to let go. While he is driving Cas home though he notices Cas is sitting
as far from him as he can and no way is that gonna fly so Dean pulls him close
until he is practically in Deans lap. Cas just sighs and snuggles in closer. He
hates it when he can see Cas' house and makes a decision when he parks in the
driveway. He sends a quick text to Sam, feeling slightly bad that Sam has to
deal with Dad all by himself but he gets out anyway. He follows Cas up to the
door and into the house. Cas doesn't protest, only gives him that curious owl
look and leads him to his bedroom.
It's still too early in the day for sleep so Cas turns on the plasma TV and
puts in a DVD, sitting on the bed gesturing for Dean to join him. Dean doesn't
know if its okay to talk yet, he decides to wait until Cas does but
conversation never comes. Cas seems content to just sit with Dean but his eyes
are unfocused so Dean is pretty sure he isn't watching what ever is playing
across the screen.
When Cas starts getting ready for bed so does Dean. They end up cuddled under
the covers exchanging soft kisses but they're both too emotionally drained to
do much else.
It kind of becomes habit to drive Cas after that day even after Cas' favorite
car comes back shiny and new looking. Elly drives him in the morning and Cas
meets him and Sam by his Baby after both their practices are over.
He gets used to having Cas hand in his own and Elly's insane chatter in his
ear. She seems to take Dean monopolizing her best_friends time well although
Dean seems to be the only person she is willing to take it from. What does
surprise Dean though is how much time Cas actually spends with Balthazar and
Anna. He had thought they were just band-mates, that 'we're not really friends,
per say' thing that rich people tend to do but the four of them are really
close. Dean gets the feeling Balthazar doesn't like him much but Anna is nice
enough, Dean doesn't mind spending time with them as long as it makes Cas
happy.
The Lacrosse team is doing awesome and Elly is talking about using her Mixed
Martial Arts club for world domination but Cas insists they need to recruit
more members first, they have already talked Jo into joining. They spend the
weekends at Elly's house because apparently she doesn't have parents and just
popped into existence because the world needed more crazy. Elly has stopped
groping and making sexual innuendos at Sam and Dean isn't sure if Sam is
relieved or pissy about it. Sam isn't sure himself and told Dean he would tell
him when he did. It's an amazing month of kissing Cas, sleeping next to him on
the weekends and is generally just really fucking nice.
Dean should have known the peace wouldn't last.
It's kind of been building but he tries avoiding thinking about it because he
deserves down time damnit. Meg and Ruby haven't exactly been quiet about their
dislike for Cas but thankfully most people ignore them. There have been more
then a few nasty arguments but so far nothing too bad. Cas is all into that
turn the other cheek crap and he usually distracts Dean when he brings it up by
molesting him so Dean hasn't gotten around to actually thinking about it too
hard. He is kind of curious how they have been keeping Elly in check but all
Cas does is smile when he asks. It happens on a Friday at lunch. Cas and Elly
seem to be perkier then usual that day, both smiling more and laughing at
nothing. Elly has replaced her usual stripper wear for a simple white sundress
and isn't wearing as much make up. The dress is lacey and flowey, obviously
expensive, she actually looks her age. Cas is dressed down too and Dean is
pretty damn curious why but knows all he is going to get is one of those weird
twin stares they do when they're being silly jerks.
Dean is digging into his Cas-made lunch when he hears it, oh god the giggling.
Dean is going to have nightmares about those giggles, he just knows it. Ruby
and Meg have made a habit of sitting within listening distance the last few
days because they have nothing better to do. Cas is handing out pie and pouring
sparkling cider into cups for everyone when they realize they need forks and
Elly happily volunteers to go get some.
"So whats up with you two today?"
"Today is Elly's birthday. She isn't usually in town for it but wanted to stay
so we could celebrate with you, Jo and Sam. She didn't want to admit she asked
to stay so she asked I not tell. She would hate for anyone to know that she has
emotions beyond hyper and angry." Cas whispers giddily. Aww Cas giddy is
adorable it makes Dean want to hold him down and tickle him. Dean is making a
plan of attack when the giggling from the devil corner gets obnoxiously loud at
the same time Elly re-enters the quad, holding some sort of flyer with an
unreadable expression on her face.
She looks like her brain is on overload or something. When Sam stands and waves
his hand in her face her head snaps up. "Excuse me Sam, could you hold my
earrings?"
She doesn't wait for an answer and hands the simple pearl earrings into Sam's
hand stepping around him. The flyer falls to the floor and Sam picks it up, he
looks ill when he hands it to Dean. It's Cas, at least Dean thinks it's Cas,
his face is so swollen and bruised you can't really tell. The poster is a
series of pictures of Cas, close ups of his wrecked face and cut up chest. It
takes Dean a second to realize they were the evidence pictures from Alistair's
attack. Sam once told him Ruby's older brother was a fucking cop and how she
used to brag she could get information about anyone. On the bottom in big bold
letters it reads "CASTIEL NOVAK LIKES IT ROUGH."
Cas is too busy talking to Jo to notice Deans expression until he turns and
when he does he isn't looking at Dean, he is looking at Elly marching toward
the demon spawn corner. They are sitting with a few people, a couple are guys
Dean knows have no problem hitting a girl. Sam and him shoot up at the same
time, almost running to catch up. Dean has a few choice words for Ruby himself.
Elly stops right in front of the table and delicately slips her heels off. Why
is she stripping? She leans ridiculously close to Ruby before hissing " So do
you want to do this now or later?"
Ruby looks more surprised than scared, which kind of shows how dumb she is "
What, you gonna beat me up cause I hurt your buddies feelings?" she smiles up
at Elly, sickeningly sweet when she says, "tell me Elly, how do you share with
Dean? Do you take turns or are you one happy family?"
The look Elly has is familiar to Dean and it takes only a second to place it.
It's the same look she gave Alistair before she tried to climb the mountain
that is Sam to kill him. The look gets creepier when she adds a smile. "You are
such a sad little thing you know that? I mean how pathetic can you get?
Resorting to childish bullying to get Sam's attention. What's wrong Ruby? Did
Sam get tired of riding the community bicycle?"
"Please, if anything Ruby got tired of Sam. The Winchester boys are losers just
like their drunk Daddy." Meg sneers.
Dean stiffens and steps forward " Bitch, you watch your mouth. I don't hit
women but I'll make a fucking exception."
Gordon jumps and immediately crowds into Deans space like a macho moron, Ruby
is still preening as she stands and steps closer to Elly. Deans fist tightens
when he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder. The touch makes him relax a little
and the soft voice next to him finishes the job. "Dean you can't. You have a
game this weekend. Your team needs you."
"Yeah Dean, listen to your bitch and crawl back to your loser friends." Gordon
laughs.
Cas steps in front of Dean, he thinks he sees Cas give Elly a wink but Dean
doesn't get it.
"Dean, Sam, you can't get into a fight, you both need to stay out of trouble,"
Cas calmly explains as he lets his hand drop from Dean's shoulder. "I, however,
can."
And holy shit he head butts Gordon. Dean hears the sick crack of Gordon's nose
and the howl of pain. It is the single most hottest thing Dean has ever seen
Cas do and that's saying a lot. Cas is hot. Dean hears a squeal and turns to
see Elly jump over the damn table to tackle Ruby to the ground. There is a lot
of screaming and confusion as teachers flock to the scene trying to get through
the crowd of students that accumulated while he wasn't looking. Gordon seems to
be out for the count but his buddy isn't and when he comes towards Cas he
calmly dodges the guys punches, Cas is so damn fast. Cas gets a good hit in and
grabs the guy by the hair bringing him down and drives his knee into the guys
stomach.
My boyfriend is a total BAMF...fuck...yes!
Ruby is still shrieking like a banshee because the teachers are having major
trouble getting Elly off of her. "How is she so strong?" The gym teacher howls
as he tries to get her under control.
Dean loses track of the Ruby smack down when Cas cracks another guy in the head
before stepping around him and stopping in front of Dean. Dean opens his mouth
to congratulate Cas on being a total badass when he pulls Dean down for a rough
kiss. The kiss is hungry and aggressive, it just screamsmine bitches to
everyone watching! Dean fucking loves it. He would never admit it but he is
pretty sure he whines when Cas pulls away and looks to Sam.
"You really should help them or it will take forever to get her off."
Sam looks like he is the one that got knocked on the noggin but nods and heads
over to gently pull Elly off of Ruby. As soon as his arms wrap around her and
she realizes who it is she goes all gooey like a sleepy kitten. Sam sweeps her
up bridal style and is giving her his best ' that was bad, no' look but Dean
can tell his heart just isn't in it.
Elly seems to be loving being in close proximity to Sam and looks up. "I ripped
my birthday dress and now I've got jerk cooties all over me, so don't you Bitch
Face me Sam." Oops, maybe Dean shouldn't have told her about his nick name for
Sam's face.
Dean is surprised when Cas just sort of bursts into mad laughter at his friends
childish rant. The teachers make Sam put Elly down and attempt to usher
everyone that was in the fight to the Principal's office. The crowd dissipates
slowly leaving Sam, Dean and Jo to stand there confused.
Jo speaks up first " Dude your boyfriend is a total BAMF!"
Dean gives Jo a lecherous grin "Right? It's pretty hot." Dean turns to look at
his very confused brother. "You okay there Sammy?"
Deans question knocks the confused look off Sam's face. "She didn't even try to
grope me!"
They head to the office after grabbing Cas and Elly's things. They're just
about there when Dean thinks to grab one of those stupid posters that are all
over the school as evidence. Vice Principal Douche-Nozzle is talking to Ruby
and her jerk off friends first so they find Elly and Cas sitting outside his
office, both of them grinning like idiots. Cas looks relaxed, lazily stretched
out in his chair next to Elly. Dean has only ever seen him this relaxed after
sex.
"What's so funny over there you two?" Dean smiles and Cas grin gets bigger.
Elly is hiding something and Cas nudges her till she pulls her hands out from
behind her back and reveals chunks of long blonde hair with a sheepish but
pleased look on her face. They all burst out laughing again and the secretary
gives them a disapproving glare.
"Aren't you worried about them calling your parents?" Jo asks genuinely
concerned but Cas just gives a snort.
"My parents are in France and I doubt Mr. Adler is important enough to get
through to Mr. MacLeod."
God rich people are weird, Dean thinks for the hundredth time since meeting
Cas. " Who's Mr. Adler?" he decides is a better thought to voice.
Sam rolls his eyes at him.
"The Vice Principal."
"Oh, Vice Principal Douche-Nozzle. I've always wondered what that guys name
was." He smiles and, speak of the devil, the guy ushers Ruby and Meg out, both
girls edging farther from them when Elly gives Ruby a cheeky wink.
"Mr. Novak, Ms. MacLeod, come in please."
They both file in, Cas unable to hide his grin while Elly hands Jo all of
Ruby's hair. This isn't going to end well Dean can already tell, Mr. Adler
doesn't look amused.
They wait around for a half hour before the secretary snaps at them to go to
class. Dean is distracted worrying about Cas all through the rest of his
classes, he gets a few pats on the back from friends and Sam's ' I'm worried
lets be girls and talk about feelings look' drives him nuts. He gets a text
from Cas during practice " I wonder how you would taste with my cum in your
mouth. Sounds delicious, Sincerely Cas. "
Dean drops the weight he was holding on his foot and growls in pain, he gets a
funny look from Victor and gives him a nervous smile. He slides his phone back
in his pocket but it vibrates again, almost immediately. " Can you drive while
I have your cock in my mouth? I bet you could ;) Sincerely Cas."
So apparently fights make Cas horny because the entire time Dean is in practice
Cas sends more and more texts, all of them insta-boner worthy. He is trying to
kill Dean he just knows it. He gets one about fucking in the pool that is damn
descriptive and even though they don't know why the team spends the rest of
practice teasing him about the epic blush that spread across his face after he
read it.
Cas is waiting for him out side of the gym door when practice lets out and
tells Dean that they both got suspended for two weeks, Dean suspects they
should have gotten worse but apparently Mr. Douche-Nozzle had a very long
conversation with Elly's Father. Thinking about what he knows about the Vice-
Principal Dean gets the feeling he never wants to meet Elly's Dad.
Cas is practically giddy on the drive home and won't keep his hands off of
Dean, kneading his thigh, letting his knuckles gently brush over Deans dick.
Goddamn, it is getting awfully hard to drive with a hands-y Cas, no matter how
hot it is. Dean begins to worry about his Baby's safety with him driving her in
the state he is in and thinks maybe he should pull over somewhere. The decision
is made for him when Cas switches from his thigh to his cock, rubbing his
erection through his jeans.
The action was so unexpected that Dean actually gives his Baby a wrench into
the middle of the road before quickly correcting himself, jerking her again. He
puts the blinker on, signaling that he is going to turn into the woods when
Cas' hot breath ghosts across his ear, the hand on him squeezing just right.
"Keep driving."
Dean is half-tempted to obey, just go along with whatever dirty, dirty things
Cas had in mind but thinks better of it. "No way. I'm not risking crashing my
Baby."
"Poo. That's no fun." Cas pouts out and it is so hard for Dean not to kiss that
pout right off Cas' face, concentrate goddamnit. Dean pulls the Impala into the
first dirt road he sees, vaguely recognizing it as a way into the camping
grounds. His mind is otherwise occupied by the way Cas' hand is moving on him
and the feeling of kisses running down his neck, to really be sure. Triumph
rolls over him along with the pleasure as he sees the abandoned camp sites. He
carts his Baby to a gentle stop, throwing her into park and when he turns to
face Cas he mashes their lips together in a fierce kiss. Cas moans into his
mouth when Dean runs his hands through Cas' hair, tugging slightly.
"Cas." He gasps out, separating their mouths. They pant into each others space
for a second while Cas works on the zipper of his jeans. He gets the button
popped before Dean gets a better idea. "Back seat. Now."
Dean knew Cas was graceful but watching him climb over the seat into the back,
all clumsy and eager, he never would have thought so. Not that the way Dean
follows, tumbling half on top of him, is any better. Cas stretches out along
the back seat of Dean's car and Dean cant help but admire the view for a moment
before claiming Cas for himself, lips latching onto a spot on Cas' neck Dean
knows for a fact is ridiculously sensitive. Cas arches into Deans touch, hands
going into Dean short hair then dragging down his back and landing on his ass,
giving it a nice squeeze. Dean lets out a grunt as he grabs at Cas' shirt,
pulling it up and over, breaking contact with Cas' skin only long enough to get
the offensive cloth off of Cas' perfect body.
Cas gives him the same treatment and before Dean knows it they're both naked,
their clothing littering various places of the Impala. Dean crashes their hips
together, both letting out a long moan as their groins rub together and Cas
throws one leg around Dean's hip, allowing for even more friction. Their
tongues wrestle for dominance as they rock together, Cas wins when he manages
to use the leg around Dean as leverage to flip their position.
He hovers over Dean for a moment, taking in the sight of Dean. Cas does this
every time they have sex and it's one of the sexiest things Dean has ever
experienced. Having those lust blown blue eyes trained on every move he makes,
taking pleasure in just looking at him makes Dean harder than he's ever been
with anyone else. Dean is over the whole big gay freak out thing but sometimes
it just blows his mind how different everything is with Cas, how much more
intense.
Eyes locked, Dean watches as Cas slides down his body. He leaves a trail of
kisses and licks, stopping to lap at his bellybutton, making Dean break the eye
contact to let his head fall back onto the door and moan loudly. There is no
one around for miles, they don't need to be quiet. He weaves his fingers
through Cas' silky soft hair as Cas dips down lower.
The first fleck of Cas tongue on his cock causes Dean's hips to jerk upwards
and Cas chuckles at his eagerness. This is the first time Cas has gone down on
him and Dean has been dreaming of that perfect fuck-me mouth on him since the
first time he saw him. Dean watches through hooded eyes as Cas takes the head
into his mouth and licks at it like a lollipop. The fingers in Cas' hair flex,
pulling just a little making Cas moan on his dick, the vibration shooting down
to the root. Dean lets out a moan of his own at the sensation. One of Cas'
hands plays with his balls as the other wraps around his leaking cock and
Dean's hips jerk again when Cas lets just a little more of him fall into his
mouth. Dean tugs at Cas' hair, harder this time and growls out, "stop teasing,
man. I'm seriously gonna die here if you don't get the fuck on with it."
Cas groans around him and swallows Dean as far as he'll go. Bobbing his head up
and down, Cas sucks and licks at Dean, letting out all of these little sounds
that are driving Dean crazy. Dean cannot help but look at his dick going in and
out of Cas mouth, that sweet, sweet mouth stretched out around him, glistening
with pre-cum and saliva. Dean feels himself getting closer to the edge of pure
bliss and part of him wants to warn Cas but the other kind of wants to get him
back for the whole cum all over his face thing from their first time together.
The option of talking is quickly taken away from him however when Cas reaches
up with his now free hand, since getting all of Deans cock into his mouth, and
shoves his fingers into Dean mouth. Dean lets out a surprised grunt but the
fingers aren't going anywhere judging from the look in Cas' eyes when Dean
glances down at him so why the fuck not? He sucks on the digits, a little
weirded out but turned on when Cas starts moving them in and out of his mouth,
matching the pace on Deans cock.
Dean will forever deny the low guttural whine that escapes him when the warmth
of Cas mouth leaves him, taking the fingers in his mouth with him. He tugs on
Cas' hair to try to get him to go back to sucking him off, thinking he succeeds
when he feels Cas lick a long stripe up his shaft from base to tip but is
sorely mistaken. The fingers that were in Dean mouth are now rubbing at a very
awkward place.
He knows that he's done that to Cas more times than he can count now but Dean
is pretty sure he is so not ready to be a bottom. His eyes must have gone wide
because Cas is suddenly right next to his face, giving him little kisses
everywhere. "Shhh, Dean, its all right. I would never do anything to hurt you."
he starts nipping at Dean's ear and he knows Cas is trying to calm him down but
Dean can still feel that finger circling him. "I don't plan on doing any more
than this for now. We have to get you used to it before I fuck you silly."
Dean makes a mental note, fighting not only makes Cas horny but also aggressive
as fuck. And as much as the thought scares him Dean is pretty sure he likes it.
Likes the thought of Cas taking charge and fucking him like he's fucked Cas. So
he lets his body relax as much as he can and if he starts humming a few bars of
Master of Puppets when Cas finally pushes that finger inside of him, no one has
to know but him.
It's weird and burns a little. Cas just keeps it there, waiting for something
and Dean realizes that Cas is waiting for him to say or do something. Dean
shifts, making the finger sink a little deeper into him and Dean tenses. Cas
pets his hair and kisses his temple. Way to make me feel like a girl, jackass.
"You have to relax Dean."
So Dean concentrates on relaxing. The finger doesn't burn anymore and he nods
his head, giving Cas the go ahead to move it. The gentle movements feel good
but not as good as Cas always made it look. Cas wiggles it around a little and
Dean suddenly gets what he's doing. He's looking for Deans man g-spot. Dean
hopes he finds it soon, he can feel his erection weaning and its making him a
little depressed. He was so close to cumming earlier.
Pleasure suddenly smacks him like a Mack truck to the face. "Fucking shit!"
That that feels awesome. Dean groans as Cas hits that spot again, looking him
straight in the face. Cas is smiling at him, it isn't even an 'ima sex you up'
smile, its more dare he say it loving. That look on Cas' face, like Dean is the
most important person in the whole world, has Dean's breath coming out in pants
and his erection coming back full force.
Cas moves back down his body to suck his whole cock in his mouth in one go,
sliding another finger in at the same time. The warmth of Cas' mouth mostly
blocks out the burn but Dean doesn't notice it at all as Cas immediately goes
for that sweet spot. He feels like he's being attacked by pleasure and can't
take much more of it. He would be lying if he said he wasn't embarrassed at
cumming so quickly with fingers up his ass but he really didn't care at the
moment.
He cums in Cas' mouth, his moan getting louder when he realizes that Cas is
swallowing it down like a champ. Dean runs one hand along Cas' back when he
collapses on top of him, the other reaching for Cas' dick and is surprised to
find it already flaccid. He looks up at Cas just in time to see his face go
bright red. "Already taken care of. You are so ridiculously hot, you have no
idea what you do to me sometimes."
Cas came from just looking at him. Dean hadn't touched Cas once this entire
time and Cas had gotten off. Cas hides his face in the crook between Deans neck
and shoulder. He has to be more embarrassed than I am Dean thinks as he starts
to play with Cas' hair.
"Hey Cas" Dean stops to think for a second. "Are we forgetting something?"
Cas closes his eyes before shooting up so quickly he pushes the air right out
of Deans lungs. "Elly's birthday party! I cannot believe I forgot about Elly's
birthday party! Dean! Get up! We have to get there now!" Dean is still trying
to catch his breath as Cas blunders on around him, gathering up their clothing
and trying to shimmy into his while simultaneously handing Dean his own.
Dean laughs at the sight when he finally has air back in his lungs.
***** Chasing The Green Fairie *****
Chapter Notes
     obsession-rules-me: so echo's Muse (who I have just named Thalia
     (more cool kid points to who knows why)) has gone all Paris Hilton,
     totally hitting the Absinthe and chasing it with some pot. All she
     inspires is silly non-sense, so I've had to up-the-antae and do most
     of the work here. Not that I mind, you guys are awesome and its nice
     to write something for you that isn't just porn :)
     Echo:*glompsobsession* Thats because she is awesome! So these facts
     about absinthe and saunas are true facts homies.
Castiel feels pretty horrible when he finally does peek his head into his best
friends birthday party, two hours late. Between Dean and his unplanned
escapades in the back of the impala and having to stop by Castiel's house so he
could get changed and pick up Ellys present, he has lost a lot of time. Dean
had questioned the wisdom of being later then they already were and Castiel had
to explain that by being late they were already poking the drunken tiger,
showing up not properly dressed and without a present would be shooting it in
the eye.
He tugs Dean through the crowd ignoring shouted pleasantries in favor of
searching out the birthday girl immediately. He feels worse when he eyes Anna
and Balthazar, she gives him a disapproving shake of the head while Balth
slices his finger across his neck and pretends to be choking on his own blood.
Castiel finally spots her out back by the pool happily surrounded by admirers
and talking excitedly to a petite blonde girl he vaguely recalls as Becky. Dean
pauses when he sees Becky but Castiel tugs on his hand, when that doesn't work
Castiel gives Dean his best baby owl 'please' face and Dean finally gives.
The owl look works every time he thinks smugly.
He pauses on the outskirts of the crowd hesitantly for a minute but when Elly's
eyes finally land on him, the utter joy and relief in them pushes him forward.
"NOVAK! DEAN! You are finally here! You are in so much troub- oohhh is that a
present?" Elly takes the present happily and rips apart the wrapping paper, her
eyes widening as she removes the large green bottle in the box.
Castiel had gone through a lot of trouble to get the perfect present and knows
it's worth it when his friend starts to bounce and launches herself at him
knocking them both to the floor in joy.
"You got me Absinthe! No way! Is it the kind that makes you see fairies?" She
squeals.
"My dear friend, what other kind would I get you?" Castiel laughs, content to
lay under his friends warmth and joy for a second. He has sort of missed being
so physically close to his friend but he also can't help it when all his body
and brain ever seem to want is Dean, Dean and more Dean. Preferably naked Dean.
After a few more seconds of rejoicing in the familiarity as he stands, managing
to take Elly with him. She happily wraps her legs around him and he earns
another squeal for his efforts. He looks to Dean worried he will see anger or
jealousy but instead all he sees is deep fondness and amusement in Deans green
eyes. That is until Becky starts to talk to him and then Dean looks like a
cornered animal. Elly seems to have no intentions of getting down so Castiel
shifts her onto his hip like a small child as she squirms and giggles.
He takes the opportunity to look around the party and notes there aren't as
many people as he had expected, Elly must have wanted to keep it small. He
recognizes almost everyone there except for a few people. He spots Jo flirting
with a handsome young man from Deans team, Anna dancing with her boyfriend
Gabriel and Balthazar chatting up a pretty red head in a WoW t-shirt. Castiel
is pretty sure it's the same girl that came to his house and ate his pie and
she looks very uninterested in Balthazar, who of course doesn't notice. His
eyes, when done wandering, find their way back to Dean who has been saved from
Becky by Sam's nervous friend Chuck. Dean throws back his head as he laughs at
something Chuck has said and Castiel feels his chest constrict in a familiar
way. The same way he feels whenever he has Dean naked and panting or snuggling
close.
Elly clears her throat making an 'ah-hem' noise, whispering directly into his
ear. "You are so smitten it's almost gross."
"Oh hush." He smiles back, turning to look at her and bumping their noses. He
is aware of the few people watching them but as long as Dean doesn't mind
Castiel sees no reason to change his behavior towards his best friend.
"You guys are gonna move to California and adopt Asian babies." She coos.
Castiel contemplates this thought for a moment before replying.
"Of course we aren't don't be silly."
"Oh yeah?" she smiles at him.
"Yes. I would much rather get a surrogate so our children have Dean's eyes." He
smiles and then gives into the urge to rubs their noses together again.
"Dude, you guys are like two times grosser then You and Dean." Sam snorts
behind them and Elly immediately begins to wiggle around on his hip but instead
of getting down, like any sane women would, she simply throws herself directly
from Castiel to Sam. Sam looks a little scared but manages to catch her easily
enough before she collides with the floor.
"Uhh hey happy birthday." Sam smiles shyly.
With Elly now properly appeased and distracted Castiel moves back to Dean's
side, happily sliding his hand into the back pocket of Dean jeans and lightly
squeezes. Dean jumps in surprise but doesn't complain.
"You okay man?" Chuck asks, stopping mid story.
" Yeah I'm cool." Dean nods.
Castiel gives another happy squeeze, because hey, he got away with it once why
not twice or ten times? He learns in the next half hour that he can squeeze
Deans ass exactly thirteen times before his boyfriends face turns an adorable
shade of pink and excuses them to make out in the closet for a good while. They
are just about to get to Castiel's favorite part, the part where Dean gets
pants-less, when an overjoyed Becky stumbles upon them and makes some sort of
joyous noise that sounds like a siren.
"You guys ARE SO CUTE!" she screeches out the word 'cute' in a deeper voice
than the rest of her sentence, making the whole incident four times creepier.
Dean isn't so keen to get naked after that and insists on returning to the
party, Becky looks disappointed as if she thought they would continue despite
her presence. They find Elly explaining to an interested Chuck and an
embarrassed looking Sam that when one has sex in a sauna Gatorade, not water
she stresses, is a must. Balthazar is still harassing the Wow girl, who is
checking out Jo, who weirdly enough is checking her out back. There is a rather
handsome young man standing on Elly's other side, a little too close for
Castiel's liking and so he wordlessly leads Dean to their conversation.
"Because, Chuck, dehydrating is a very real danger when getting it on in a
sauna. Right Novak?" Elly turns to him as if asking for help on a serious
philosophical question.
"Absolutely. Staying hydrated is a must, I found it great exercise and worth
the effort however." Castiel offers.
Dean unfortunately had just taken a sip of beer and chokes. Sam pats his
brother on the back and looks amused until the young man next to Elly leans
over and pulls back her hair to whisper something in her ear. Elly nods and
then gives the stranger a muted look, he is so used to reading her body
language Castiel can tell she has no interest in the young man,but Sam can't.
Castiel thinks that perhaps that will make things more interesting so he will
keep his insights to himself for now.
The party ends quicker then he expects with everyone pairing off into couples
eventually and seeking more privacy. Castiel notes with amazement that the WoW
girl has won Jo over, Balth looks a little put out but is more then happy to
entertain Bella, his go-to groupie. Chuck is affectionately listening to Becky
ramble about what Castiel is sure is his and Deans sex life. Dean, he notes,
has gone missing somewhere along with Sam and Elly seems to be dodging her
handsome stranger unhappily.
"Novak save me! He is like a Cylon or something, it's creepy!" Elly hisses
after dodging her unwanted suitor for the moment.
"I have no idea what that is." Castiel states simply and gets an eye roll for
his honesty.
"How have we been friends for ten years and you have never seen Battlestar
dude?" Elly sighs like she has monumentally failed him in some way. " Now, lets
go find those Winchesters and chase some fairies!" She cheers and takes his
hand to look through the house.
-GANGSTA PAGEBREAK-
Dean and Sam retreated into Elly's room after Sam had gotten all mopey because
of that guy hitting on his what ever she is to Sam. Dean is laying back on the
bed humming to himself while Sam peruses her book case. They both lost interest
in the party a while ago (even before Sam's bitch fest) and Cas was so busy
amusing his best friend that Dean figures he would come find him eventually.
Sam has just picked out a rather worn looking copy of The Prince by Machiavelli
when Cas and Elly burst into the room.
Castiel flings himself onto Dean with a giddy "Dean, my Dean!" My Dean? Oh he
is totally trashed. When Cas kisses him and dips his tongue in his mouth he
tastes strange, like alcohol and black liquorice. Cas pulls away to run his
hands through Deans hair "Ohhh, soft."
Dean sits up and looks into Cas eyes " How much have you had to drink, dude?"
Cas decides to kiss him instead of answering the question so Dean assumes a
shit load.
"Not that much, we just had some Absinthe. Want some?" Elly smiles at him
innocently, like she totally isn't offering him something he thinks is illegal.
Cas is wiggling in his lap in a very appealing way though and Elly looks so
relaxed the stuff can't be that bad so Dean takes the bottle. He kind of
regrets it a minute later when he realizes the black liquorice taste was from
the Absinthe but it also sends a pleasant shock through his body so he takes
another. Elly is looking at him like she is proud or something and takes the
bottle back to offer some to Sam. He looks hesitant for a second before
shrugging and taking the bottle, he also takes two swigs and hands the bottle
back.
Fifteen minutes and a shit load of swigs later Dean feels awesome with Cas all
happy in his lap as he watches Elly adamantly argue with Sam about the
philosophies of Machiavelli, its kind of funny because it's the same serious
face she had when talking about sauna sex.
Cas' hand is wandering in all the right places so he leans back taking Cas with
him hmming appreciatively. Every time they kiss all he can taste is the
Absinthe but he doesn't mind the flavor anymore.
"They would totally do it with it us in the room, just so you know. Novak has
no problems with performing in front of an audience, believe me." Elly stage
whispers somewhere to Deans right, he wants to stop and tell her how untrue
that was. He would never have sex in front of his little brother but then Cas
does that awesome thing with his tongue and Dean's brain shorts out a little.
"Psh, I have walked in on Dean having sex so many times and every time he just
kept going. There isn't enough brain bleach in the world man." Sam's voice adds
from the same general direction as Elly's. Those times weren't his fault, Sam
walked in without knocking, why should he stop? Sam was the one being rude, for
fucks sake. Dean genuinely plans to sit up and voice his thoughts but once
again Cas gets him, this time by flipping them and licking up Deans neck.
"I'm pretty sure they're both nymphos. Novak was so horny once he did it on a
Ferris wheel. It was hilarious when they got caught but we can never go to that
carnival again." She says the last part wistfully, like she is actually
disappointed.
"Dean had sex behind the bleachers during a school rally once. Then he kept her
panties and the cheerleader went out and did cartwheels."
Hey, she told me to keep those!
And what is this, the Dean and Cas porn commentary?
Cas whines when Dean pulls back to glare at their audience and they aren't even
really looking but smiling at each other like they're the funniest people since
ever. Elly doesn't say anything, just hands Dean the bottle again, Dean takes a
swig and leans to kiss Cas, letting all the liquid slip between them. Cas humms
his approval and Dean takes another drink before Elly takes it back.
"Lets play a game!" Cas chirps from under him and wait what? Weren't they kind
of busy? It's too late though and Cas is scrambling onto the floor to join Sam
and Elly, who Dean notes are sitting kind of close. After some arguments that
Dean doesn't listen to, he doesn't want to play a fucking game he wants to fuck
his boyfriend, they settle on I never.
"I have never been out of the country." Sam offers first. Cas and Elly both
drink of course.
"I never fucked in a Wal-Mart bathroom." Elly grins evilly. Cas turns all sorts
weird red shades and drinks but looks relieved when Dean does too.
"I have never been naked in the library." Cas laughs pointedly at Elly who
takes her shot with a shrug. They all pause though when Sam does too.
"I was on drugs what's your excuse?" Elly giggles after the shock wears off.
"I dated a girl with a book fetish okay?" Dean feels so proud he doesn't even
file this information away for teasing later.
"I have never read Pride and Prejudice." Dean grins because Sam and Cas, being
the nerds they are, both drink.
Sam waits for Elly to take a shot, exclaiming loudly when she doesn't. " You
have never read Pride and Prejudice?"
She shrugs. " Does Pride and Prejudice and Zombies count?" Sam looks offended.
"I have never had sex with a cheerleader before." Sam says, with that offended
look still in place. All three of them drink and Cas cackles evilly when Sam
looks back at Elly but Dean is giving Cas a just as confused stare.
"Kinda makes you not care I have never read Pride and Prejudice, don't it?"
Elly tweaks both of her eyebrows and Sam Bitch Faces #28, the look that says
'I'm still mad at you but holy crap that was funny.'
"Seriously Cas? I thought you were gay?"
Cas faces Dean, genuinely confused " Why?" and at Dean's raised eyebrow he
giggles out "I try not to label myself."
"Novak is just a greedy bastard and doesn't want to pick." Elly giggles.
"And now I am bored!" Cas announces grabbing Dean's hand and leading him out of
the room. Dean has a lot of trouble following Cas because the world won't stop
being stupid and spinney but Cas gets him to the master bedroom okay. Their
lips meet and Dean is getting that awesome warm feeling again when suddenly Cas
pulls away and looks up to the mirrors on the roof.
"Oh my. Dean there are people watching us." He giggles, yeah the world hates
his dick again, but we were getting along so wellhe thinks sadly. Cas passes
out a few minutes later and Dean still lays there, willing his drunk ass to
sleep. It doesn't help when he hears moans and some foreign language coming
from Elly's room. He sticks his pillow over his head, muffling out the sounds
and drifts off a few minutes later.
He wakes up before Cas for once the next morning but only because his stomach
demands he empty its contents into the nearest bathroom. When he finally has
nothing left to spew he stumbles into the shower stall for a quick rinse down
before going downstairs. He finds Sam in the kitchen making coffee.Yay for
little brothers.
No words are exchanged as they make breakfast, an all too often occurrence at
the Winchester home. Sam insists on a 'healthy' meal of vegetable omelets, Dean
protests, he needs his meat damnit, but since Sam is the one doing most of the
cooking he gets shot down. They are setting the table, both happily munching on
their toast, when Dean can't keep it in anymore.
"So was that German or...?"
Sam blushes and mumbles out, " Russian I think."
Dean whistles, smirking at his brother. "Way to get some, Sammy. What was she
like? Kinky, I'd bet." Sam blushes again but doesn't offer up any details. Dean
assumes yes by the look on his baby brothers face.
"I don't ask about you and Cas and its rude to kiss and tell Dean." There goes
Sammy, getting all high and mighty on him again. Dean doesn't mind though, just
making Sam uncomfortable is butt-loads of fun.
"I didn't know you wanted any details, Sammy. Let me fix that." Sam's eyes get
huge and Dean has to quell the laughter threatening to spill. "Cas is a fucking
wild cat. He does this thing with his tongue when he's blowing me that is
awesome and he makes the sexiest face when he swallows my cum-"
"OKAY. STOP. PLEASE." Sam slaps a hand over each ear and scrunches his eyes
shut, blocking out mental images, Dean is sure. The laughter comes full force
just in time for Elly to sleepily make her way into the room, plopping down
into the first chair she comes into contact with. She looks from Sam, who is
still making Bitch Face #45, to Dean, cogs slowly turning as she tries to
figure out what happened.
She must decide she doesn't care because she looks back at Sam and says "Gimmie
breakfast."
The Bitch Face melts away so fast Dean wouldn't have believed it existed if he
hadn't been the one to put it there in the first place. Sam gets this gooey-
eyed affectionate look instead as he gets up to remove Elly's omelet from the
microwave. Dean had insisted they make all four omelet's at once so Cas and
Elly didn't have to wait, he put them in the microwave to keep them semi-hot.
Sam drops two more pieces of toast into the toaster before giving Elly her
breakfast. She digs right in, kicking her legs out and looking just like a
little kid, making both Winchester's laugh.
"Hello." Dean looks and sees Cas standing in the door way, he must have just
gotten out of the shower because his hair is clinging to his face, clothing to
his body.Damn fine Dean thinks as he lets his eyes roam over the expanse of
Cas, he knows his look turns lusty when Cas saunters over to the table,
shocking blue eyes locked with Dean's green ones. Cas pulls out the chair next
to Dean and sits down.
Sam gets up to get Cas his food earlier than Dean has a chance to and he gives
Sam an appreciative glance. Now Dean is free to let his hand wonder down Cas'
thigh, up to under his shirt, feeling heated skin. He leans to give Cas a quick
peck on the lips. "'Morning Cas."
"Good morning, Dean. Thank you Sam." He gives them both a small smile,
stretching his neck to the left and then the right. He quietly begins eating
his food as Elly loudly finishes hers.
"That was so much awesome! Where did you learn to make that? And why didn't I
know you could cook before now, huh Sam?" the sleepy seems to have worn off.
Sam scratches the back of his neck, a nervous gesture he's done since they were
kids. Dean doesn't blame him for not wanting to say anything. Who wants to tell
the girl you just had sex with that you learned how to cook because no one else
was going to? Dean tried his hardest but the only thing he can make is easy mac
and soup and that gets old fast. Elly must assume that Sam is embarrassed about
the cooking thing because she blunders on. "You are making me lunch on Monday,
Winchester! No if's and's or but's! And I expect excellence!"
"Yeah, yeah." Sam is relieved, Dean is too for that matter.Subject changes are
in order, and Sam is doing that mind reader thing when he says, "So what is the
plan for today, guys?"
"Same as always, I suppose." Cas looks thoughtfully at Dean. Those eyes look
like they want Dean to say something.
"Boorinng." Elly chimes. "I was thinking I'd go down to the docks to check out
this little book shop that just opened up." The Docks is where all the rich
people shop, it's a line of stores along a pier, full of fancy-pants expensive
things that Dean could never hope to afford. Sammy looks interested and, of
course he is, the nerd. Elly sees the look in Sam's oh so nerdy eyes. "Would
you like to come with me Sam?"
She sounds hopeful but reserved, like she's used to the people she has sex with
never wanting anything to do with her afterwards. Sam smiles at her and she
smiles back. "That sounds awesome. I need to go home and change first, if
that's cool. I can meet you back here or at the shop or" Sam gets all rambley
when he's excited.
She laughs at him, liking rambley Sam apparently. "Coming back here is fine, I
should shower anyway, I smell like ick." she sniffs her armpit and makes a
face. Cas laughs whole heartedly at his best friend and it makes Dean smile at
him.
Sam and Elly both get up to go about their business and soon Cas and Dean are
alone. Dean grins at Cas. "So, since the giant nerd is hanging out with the
crazy, it looks like we have the day to ourselves. What would you like to do
with it?"
"Well" Cas looks shyly at the table top for a moment, steels his resolve and
looks Dean right in the eye. "I was thinking we could spend the day at your
house. I'd very much like to make use of your bedroom."
The look in Cas' eye is down right dirty but Dean cant even begin to process
lust right now. Cas wants to go to my house? Why? All the reasons why that was
not a good idea flood into Dean's brain the main one being that his Dad cannot
find out about him and Cas. If they go there and John decides to come home from
a bender early and catches them in the act than Dean is dead. Dead times four.
Cas is shifting nervously in his seat. "Um" is all Dean can manage to get out.
Cas turns that owlish stare onto him, blinking his huge eyes, begging Dean to
say yes. Damn cute bastard.
Maybe maybe if Dean can convince Cas to leave early, like nine or ten, way
before anyone would expect John to be home on a Saturday night. That could work
"Please, Dean."
Aw, fuck. He's using the cute voice now. Dean is now powerless to say no, and
since when has anyone but Sammy been able to do that to him? "Fine. But! You
cant be over late. My dad has this thing about people being over."
And Isn't that just the understatement of the year.
***** WElcome To Lonely Town *****
Chapter Notes
     obsession-rules-me:
     *sings* "the internet is for porn/ the internet is for porn/ why you
     think the net was born?/ porn porn porn!"
     Just so you know, I had to ditch my boyfriend so that I could write
     porn for you while watching Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog. Be
     grateful… lol
     Echo: *glomp* PORN!*flail* Ahhh so I made an emo playlist for this
     emo chapter. The Song is Shadows By Red which I suggest you listen to
     while reading. Hope you enjoy :)
     Warning: MAN SEX LOST OF MAN SEX! Muahahahaha ha ha*awkwardcough*
Dean feels eternally grateful when he steps into the house and realizes Sam
must have cleaned up after his shower because the house doesn't smell like
vomit and whiskey like it usually did. It isn't exactly neat but he will take
what he can get and notes to never bitch about taking Sam to the library again.
Cas is looking around like Deans house holds some sort of epic secret he needs
to know, stopping to observe random knick knacks and thoroughly examining the
book case that holds just about everything but books. He seems particularly
interested in the little glass_angel_figurines on the fireplace mantle.
"Those were uhh, my moms. She was really into angels, used to tell me they were
always watching over me when I was little." Dean is rewarded with a bright
smile for giving up this little piece of his history.
"That is because they are, Dean." Cas smiles and then moves on to look at the
stack of old board games sitting on the top of the book case like he didn't
just say something weird. Weird or not something in Dean's chest uncoils
lightly at Cas words. Cas seems to be done examining the living room and has
paused in front of Dean expectantly.
He knows for a fact John won't be home until well into the wee-hours of the
morning but feels slightly panicked when he realizes that his house doesn't
have much to offer when it comes to entertainment, not like Cas or Elly's
houses, with their pools and entertainment systems.
"Can we play a board game?"
What? Well its something to do so Dean shrugs and pulls down Monopoly. Cas is
apparently the secret King of Monopoly because a half an hour later he is
totally kicking Deans ass, he even laughs evilly when Dean lands on his
property. He offers Dean monopoly money in exchange for kisses so in the end
Dean actually ends up winning by being the first ever monopoly whore. The more
Cas laughs though the less Dean feels like he is going to vomit from worry so
when Cas asks to play another game he gladly pulls down The Game of Life which
proves to be just as entertaining to Cas. He claps and does a little dance when
he gets a good job and Dean gets a kiss when he puts a little blue dude in his
car instead of a little pink chick, he doesn't mention he has mentally named it
Cas because that's just too chick flicky. He glances at the clock, doing a
double take when he sees that it's been two hours.
"May I see your room?" Cas asks nervously like Dean isn't dying to get him on
his bed.
Dean doesn't answer just grabs Cas hand and leads him up the stairs. As soon as
the door shuts he mashes their mouths together and lets out an unhappy noise
when after returning the kiss for a minute Cas pulls away. He tours Deans room
like he did the living room. He smiles at the Metallica, AC/DC and Led Zeppelin
posters, Busty Asian Beauties gets a head tip while the board covered in
pictures of him and Sam when they were little gets a laugh.
"Were you always Batman for Halloween?" Cas chuckles.
Dean steps closer to grab Cas by the waist and press their bodies together. "
Haven' I told you yet? Baby, I am Batman." Dean throws in an eye brow wiggle
for good measure before finally swooping in for a kiss, a kiss so good Cas will
forget about embarrassing childhood photos and put his mind where it belongs,
on Deans penis.
More than Cas' mind goes to Dean's penis a few seconds later and the way Cas
strokes him makes Dean moan into their kiss. Dean places both hands onto Cas'
shoulders to gently push him away, Cas makes a noise of complaint but Dean just
keeps pushing until Cas is sitting on his bed. He grins, motioning for Cas to
stay put and goes about setting up some sexy times.
He digs through his drawers for the condom and lube he keeps there and tosses
them at Cas when he finds them. He quickly flips through his CD's, settles on
Highway to Hell and pops it into his modest stero system. The lyrics of one of
his favorite songs washes over him and he closes his eyes, enjoying it for a
moment, before turning back to Cas.
Cas had been a busy little bee while Dean was setting up the music. He is now
stripped down to his boxers, clothing haphazardly thrown all over the room and
Dean takes in the sight. Cas is laying spread out on his bed, eyes lidded and
dilated, the line of his erection visible against his boxer shorts and Dean
almost looses his shit when Cas crooks a finger at him.
Dean dives onto the bed to join Cas, tossing his shirt on the way. He rubs his
naked chest with Cas' and they both groan at the feeling, their lips and
tongues meeting. Dean cradles Cas' head with one hand while the other travels
down his lean frame to pet at his man hood. Cas mewls and uses his hands to get
Dean out of his jeans, going right for the prize inside when he gets the zipper
down. Dean feels a hand run along his ass, pushing his pants and boxers down as
another hand grasps his cock.
Dean grabs Cas' hips and growls, biting along puffy lips as he does so. He
makes his way down, kissing any where he can, clavicle, nipples, abs, belly
button, the hand on him slips off but he doesn't care when he settles between
Cas' legs. He tugs Cas' boxers off, letting well tones thighs settle on Dean's
shoulders and he looks into Cas' eyes.
Cas is doing the staring thing again and Dean just waits for him to get it out
of his system. Cas' breath hitches, he realized what Dean is about to do. Dean
had wanted to pay Cas back for the fantastic blow job by giving him one of his
own but they were uber wasted last night so he couldn't then. Now is an
entirely different story.
Dean takes a deep breath, calming his nerves. When he lets it out it ghosts
over Cas, making him squeeze his eyes shut and let out a small noise of
encouragement. Dean grabs the lube from where it's resting next to Cas,
lathering up one hand and giving Cas an experimental lick. He hears Cas whimper
as he thinks about the taste of him, it's salty and not very pleasant but he
pushes through it, taking the head into his mouth.
Cas gives him another groan and weaves a hand into Dean's hair. Dean is almost
positive he's not going to be any good at giving head. So while he attempts to
work Cas' dick with his mouth he lets his lubed up fingers work their way down
to his entrance. He gives the shaft a long lick, pushing the first finger in at
the same time.
"Dean." Cas gasps out. Dean turns his eyes to look at Cas as he works at his
hole and dick at the same time. Cas has one hand fisted in the headboard, his
chest is heaving and his skin is covered in a breath taking flush. Dean moans
onto Cas, remembering how much he had liked it when Cas did that. Dean feels
Cas' thigh muscles tense and his voice came out higher this time. "Dean."
Dean works another finger into Cas, scissoring and stretching him, getting him
ready for Dean's cock later. He tries to swallow more of Cas' dick into his
mouth but chokes a little so he backs off, settling on working the head. Cas
doesn't seem to mind much because Dean has just starting working Cas' sweet
spot and he let's out a growl.
Interesting. Cas' voice gets higher when Dean does something to his dick and
lower when Dean plays with his prostate. Dean does what any horny teenager
would do with this information, he gives Cas a good suck and drags his fingers
into him at the same time. The sound Cas makes is monumental, all guttural and
dirty. The hand in Dean's hair tightens and pulls, dragging him away and off of
Cas. Dean grunts at the pain but forgives Cas when he feels cum hitting his
chest, he pulls his fingers out and meets Cas in a kiss.
"Mmmm" Cas laps at Dean's tongue with his own, pulling away with a smile. "Knew
it'd be delicious." he mumbles out. Dean barks out a laugh, reaching for the
condom and ripping it open, putting it on. He's about to line himself up with
Cas when suddenly Cas is on top of him, sinking onto his dick so quickly Dean's
mind goes blank.
Cas throws his head back, chest arching and moans loudly, its ridiculous hot
and Dean lets out a moan of his own. Dean places his hands on Cas' hips to help
him move up and down, meeting him with a thrust on every downward movement.
"Fuck Cas," Dean cannot stop the words from tumbling out of him, not that he
really wants to. "You are so fucking hot. I could watch my dick slide into you
all day." Cas whines a little. Dean figured out Cas liked the dirty talk a
while ago but doesn't do it very often, too focused on the task at hand. Cas is
doing most of the work here so Dean lets his mouth go. "You like it don't you?
My cock buried deep inside you?"
He squeezes Cas' hips, letting him know that Dean wants him to participate.
"Yes" Cas pants out.
"And you're not gonna give that ass to anyone but me ever again, are you?" Cas
shakes his head in the negative, resting his hands on Dean's chest, arms and
legs shaking from the strain and pleasure. "You're all mine." he growls out,
pulling Cas down to him, kissing him, dominating him with his mouth. Cas only
lets him get away with that for a moment before wrestling their tongues,
reminding Dean that Cas isn't going to be a bottom forever.
That thought has Dean reeling and when their mouths separate Cas gasps out,
"Yours and you're all mine."
"Fuck yeah, Cas." Dean's orgasm sneaks up on him and happens on a particularly
hard thrust down on Cas' part and has Dean groaning out his name. "Cas"
Cas milks him through it, going up and down, two, three more times before
getting there himself. Cas' cum mixes with the dry cum from earlier on Dean's
chest and collapses on top of him, ungracefully. Like its just to unbearable to
hold himself up any more, Dean lets him lay like that, with Dean's dick still
inside of him. After a few minutes though the cum on his chest gets sticky and
the used condom uncomfortable to have on. He lifts
Cas off of him, Cas hisses at the feeling of Dean slipping out of him and Dean
lays him down on the bed.
He gets up to find his boxers, slipping them on he sneaks out to the bathroom
to get a wet washcloth. He wipes off the dried cum and flushes the condom. He
catches sight of himself in the mirror and grins. He looks properly sexed, if
he does say so himself.
Dean makes his way back into his room to find Cas fast asleep. He smiles, lays
down next to him and closes his eyes, resting just for a minute
-*FANS SELF* AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT-
Castiel is rudely awoken by the warmth beside him leaving and a light chant of,
"Shit shit shitty fucking shit."
Dean is pacing the room in nothing but his boxers with the morning light
shining on him, making him appear golden and god like. Castiel rolls his eyes
at his own ridiculously love lost thoughts. Dean is pulling on his clothes in
such a hurry that his Eagles t-shirt is inside out and Castiel would say
something but he finds it rather adorable. Castiel is enjoying watching Dean
without him knowing, observing the way the light shines through his light hair
and makes the freckles on his arms stand out more.
At least he had assumed Dean didn't know until Dean opened the bedroom door and
grunted at him, "Get dressed Cas," before leaving and storming down the stairs.
He is confused for a second before he hears his phone ring and then he is
slightly distracted by looking around the bed for it.
"So do you think it's too early to be planning our double wedding?"
Ellys text reads and Castiel can't help his light chuckle.
He takes his time gathering his clothes from the odd places he had managed to
toss them last night with an amused smile before he heads out of Dean's
bedroom. Dean is waiting in the hall worrying his lower lip and still pacing.
Castiel feels his heart sink a little when Deans hand dodges his while they go
down the stairs but feels heartened when he gets a nervous yet gentle smile
instead. He opens his mouth to ask Dean if everything is alright but is
interrupted by the front door slamming. Deans body, he notes, instantly
tightens further and he takes another step away from him.
A gruff looking older man stalks into the room carrying the smell of whiskey
with him and his eyes slant in an odd way when he looks Castiel up and down.
"Who the hell is this?" The mans voice is just as gruff as his appearance and
Castiel tries hard to not instantly dislike him.
"My name is Castiel, sir. It's a pleasure to finally meet Deans father."
Castiel gives the man a polite smile and holds out his hand but the man just
glares at it like it has something foul on it.
"What the hell is he doing here Dean?"
"He is just a friend from school, Dad. Cas, this is my Dad John. He was just
leaving." Castiels has never heard Deans voice sound so meek or formal as when
he addresses his father. Dean steps towards the door but his father grips his
arm, he is looking between Dean and Castiel as if he is putting together a
particularly difficult puzzle and he doesn't like the picture it's making at
all.
"No. You should stay for breakfast Castiel. Right Dean?" Sam is making his way
down the stairs but stops dead when John makes this request.
"Cas has got stuff to do Dad. Some other time, right Cas?" Dean mumbles, he
looks so dejected Castiel wants to hold him close.
"I wouldn't mind staying." He finds himself saying and John smiles, Castiel
doesn't like the mans smile.
"Good." John makes his way into the kitchen and Castiel sees both Winchester
boys turn their eyes to the ceiling before quietly following. He gives both of
them a confused look but trails along behind them.
The meal is tense, Dean sits as far from him as possible and won't meet his
gaze the entire time. Sam seems to be trying to fill the silence by inanely
chattering until John tells his younger son to shut it. He asks Castiel a great
deal of questions about his personal life, his hobbies, what area he lives in
and then all of the questions gear towards him and Dean.
How did you meet Dean? How long have you known him? Dean doesn't let him answer
any of them and gives short impersonal answers. When John asks how close they
are Castiel's heart stops at Dean answer of "Not that close. We barely know
each other."
The blood is rushing in his ears and he doesn't know if John believes any of
Deans answers because he goes thoroughly numb. When everyone is finished eating
he stands and politely thanks John for the meal and Dean mumbles about walking
him out. The food is too heavy in his stomach and he feels ill when they
finally step out but not even the fresh air seems to take away the faint and
slightly dizzy feeling in his head.
"Way to make things fucking worse Cas." Deans angry tone shocks him out of his
own thoughts.
"Excuse me?"
Dean looks irritated and defensive with his shoulders squared and his hands
shoved into his pockets. "You just made a bad situation worse. What the hell
were you thinking? You just gave my Dad all the wrong fucking ideas about us."
Ah, the realization hits him harder then it should while he fights the urge to
reach out and rub away the angry wrinkle in Deans forehead.
"I see. It doesn't matter I suppose, we barely know one another after all.
Goodbye Dean." He turns himself quickly because otherwise Dean might see him
resisting the urge to cry and that is the only thing that could possibly make
this moment any worse. He waits for footsteps to follow him or Dean to tell him
to wait but neither comes. He feels foolish suddenly for thinking that they
would.
He gets around the corner before the overwhelming ache that was building up
swells over inside taking over every corner of his being. His thoughts are
scattered, no go back, please he didn't mean it and most strongly why. He
thinks he should be broken on the ground crying but his feet just keep moving
of their own volition so he follows them. Every smile, sexy, playful and
shockingly joyful, of Dean's play in his mind when he sits on the curb, it's
more falling then sitting. He is too focused on pushing down the urge to run
back and apologize or beg, whatever it takes for Dean to no longer be angry to
notice if it hurts his ass or not. He becomes vaguely aware of a vibration in
his pocket and fishes out his phone.
"Hello?" The sound of his voice slightly surprises him with how rough and
pathetic it sounds.
"Novak what the hell's wrong? Where are you?" Elly's panicked voice jolts him
only slightly and he looks up at the nearest street signs before mindlessly
rambling out his location. "I will be there like now. STAY THERE!"
There is a click so he assumes the conversation is over and drops his phone.
His eyes stinging from holding back tears for so long while the rest of his
body changes from a strange numbness to an overwhelming ache. He reaches into
his pocket for his ipod only to realize he left it on the floor in Dean's
bedroom. He decides to let out an utterly insane laugh in favor of crying.
"Novak what the fuck?" A small but strong hand grabs his chin and forces him to
meet light blue eyes. He wants to say something, to explain his mental crack up
but he is quickly wrapped in warm arms. A familiar body is pressed to his own,
the scent of roses and ocean air invade his senses. It is familiar but not what
he wants, he wants leather and car oil, he wants Dean. It is too much and his
laughter finally turns to a deep body wracking sob.
He is vaguely aware of being led to a car and he doesn't quite remember being
led into Elly's house but he must have been because now he is standing in her
bedroom changed into a pair of pajama bottoms. He is handed two small pills
"Take these." Her voice holds no room for questions. His throat throbs in
protest when he swallows them but he doesn't linger on it as a glass of amber
liquid replaces the pills "Drink that."
He does as he is told before being led to a bed and tucked in. Large headphones
slip over his ears and the calming crooning of Frank Sinatra invades his mind.
He forces his eyes closed trying to force oblivion, he succeeds quickly.
-SAD PAGE BREAK IS SAD-
Dean doesn't realize Cas isn't coming back, that he was serious, that Dean even
wanted him to come back until there is a loud knock on the door. By the time he
is halfway to the door there is half dozen different ways to say I'm sorry on
the tip of his tongue. His Dad had left to go about some buisness after warning
Dean that they would be talking about this 'problem' later.
He swings open the door with a sinking suspicion it isn't Cas. He is proven
right when a fist collides with his nose, his eyes immediately water up
blinding him and a knee collides with his groin. Oh holy Jesus.
"What the fuck Dean? I don't know what you did because Novak won't fucking talk
but you better fix it or you will wish Ruby was still the one fucking with
you!"
There is the click of heels followed by the screeching of a car pulling away.
Strong hands pull him up and Sam gently moves his hands away from his nose to
check if it's broken.
"Well it can't be too bad, she didn't break it. That means there is hope,
right?" Sam tries to give him what Dean thinks is supposed to be a comforting
smile but everything is still all fuzzy from the tears.
He knows it's really, really beyond cowardly but he doesn't go to school the
next day or the day after that. Sam actually comes home the second day but all
Dean gets is a "Just call him dude."
Stupid little brother,Dean should have asked God for a sister, at least a
sister would eat pity cookies with him. Dean goes to school when John comes
home the third day and yells at him to get his ass out of bed.
He is well aware he looks like shit when Sam suggests he just ditch but he is
already there so why bother. His heart skips a beat when he looks to Cas normal
seat but it is empty,every second reminding Dean how much he used to hate
English before he met Cas. Dean is pretty sure he is going to cry when he walks
by the janitors closet and all he can think of the next two periods is how much
he misses mint and blue berries in the morning.
Dean tries to shake himself out of it on the fourth day sans-Cas by flirting
shamelessly with anything female and acting as much like old Dean as possible.
He smiles, winks, plays like he is just great so determinedly he almost
believes himself until he walks by the tree he saw Cas at that first lunch and
imagines him there. He would be bobbing his head to some song Dean wouldn't
like. He would want to ask what it was anyways, then kiss Cas so fiercely they
will never fight again but then some cheerleader is in his face asking about
his weekend plans, shooting him back into the real world.
He fucking hates the real world lately. When he looks back there is no one by
the tree. The cheerleader grabs his hand to lead him into the cafeteria. The
cheerleader asks him to go out with her and he stupidly agrees, it's what pre-
Cas him would do, even if post-Cas him really doesn't want to.
When he gets dressed and is stepping out the door for his first not really
wanted date Sam sends him a dry look. "You're such a dumb ass, Dean."
He ends the date early, thoroughly pissing off what-ever-the-fuck her name was.
He finds himself driving by that stupid ass hipster club he knows The Angelics
play at, where he first saw Cas. He makes a ridiculously illegal turn when he
sees the big red sign that proclaims: "The Angelics tonight!"
He argues with himself for a good fifteen minutes before getting out of the car
and sneaking into the back. The last notes of ET are finishing up with Cas
leaning towards the crowd as they all scream bloody murder. Cas' eyes are stuck
on Elly strumming on her guitar. She immediately starts up another riff but
Dean doesn't recognize the song, it isn't from their CD. Not that he is been
listening to it over and over again on his ipod because that would be pathetic
and mopey and Dean does not do pathetic or mopey, damnit.
"Sunset, I close my eyes/ I pretend everything's alright/ Drowning in anger
from all these lies/ I can't pretend everything's alright / Please don't let me
fall forever / Can you tell me it's over?"
Cas voice doesn't hold it's usual growl or false bravado. There is no innuendo
behind the lyrics or the way he sings them, just genuine heart breaking
emotion.
"There's a hate inside of me like some kind of master/ I tried to save you, but
I can't find the answer/ I'm holding onto you, I'll never let go / I need you
with me as I enter the shadows"
The lyrics wash over Dean, the sound of Cas' voice easing the ache he has been
ignoring for what feels like forever. Cas' eyes are scanning the crowd but
don't really pause on anyone in particular, until they fall on Dean. He sees
surprise for a second but it's gone so quick Dean questions if he actually saw
it. He is holding his breath waiting for hate to replace it or for Cas to at
least look away but he doesn't.
"Caught in the darkness, I go blind / But can you help me find my way out? /
Nobody hears me, I suffer the silence / Can you tell me it's over now?"
Cas gaze is holding him in place even though all he really wants to do is run
like a scared little girl and maybe vomit a little. The look of pain is so
obviously real in the blue eyes burrowing into him he just can't find the power
to break contact himself. Elly goes into a solo while Cas catches his breath
and the crowd wails energetically. Cas isn't dancing around the stage with his
usual energy but instead looks like he is glued to the same spot.
"There's a hate inside of me like some kind of master/ I tried to save you, but
I can't find the answer/ I'm holding onto you, I'll never let go/ I need you
with me as I enter the shadows"
Dean can plainly see Cas pleading with him with his eyes as he sings out the
last of the chorus and drops his microphone, he doesn't even wait for the last
notes of the song to be strung out before he marches off stage.
The entire drive home Dean scolds himself for not just going the fuck back
stage and kissing that look of heartbreak right off of Cas' face. As he is
pulling into the driveway he notices two texts, one from Sam and another from
Ellen, Jo's mom. Sam says he is going over to Elly's to watch movies and not to
wait up. Ellen's says she took John's keys again so he is sleeping on her
couch. That women is way too tolerant of John's bullshit.
He is sitting on his couch trying to watch Dr. Sexxy, MD for five seconds
before he whips out his phone and tries to think of something to send Cas.
Everything he thinks of sounds girly and lame so he goes for the simple
solution and for the first time in his life he prays.
"Hey Cas can we talk?"
He thinks his brain is going to explode while he waits for an answer and his
face is probably purple when his phone chirps that he has a message.
"Where?"
Right, well Cas is going for simple too, then.
"My place."
This one comes faster. "Won"t that be problem?"
Dean quickly taps the first thing that comes to mind and hopes it is right.
"No. Fuck what John thinks I don't care if he walks in on you fucking me. I
miss you Cas."
Cas' reply only takes a minute after that. "I think we should talk before any
fucking commences. I'll be there in ten."
If anyone ever asks Dean will say he didn't do a little victory dance on the
couch when he reads that Cas is coming, he will never admit it but it doesn't
stop him from doing it for two whole minutes. He only stops because the door
bell rings thinking that maybe Cas sped the whole way there and is early. He
pauses in front of the mirror to check his hair before answering the door.
"Why, hello Dean. It's nice to finally meet you." Alistair smiles from the
doorway before a sharp pain invades his head and Dean meets darkness
***** Intermission Hoes.... *****
Chapter Notes
     Fun facts FTW!
     So this is gonna be an intermission where we go into things that we
     may or may not have mentioned that you may or may not be interested
     in. basically its just a bunch of random facts about our universe. :D
     Also, we're both evil. Bwah. ha. ha.
Cas' parents are both doctors. His mom is a surgeon and his dad has a PhD in
mathematics and teaches at a university.
Sam knows Charlie because he had a crush on her in 7th grade and spent butt-
loads of time getting to know her, only to find out she's a lesbian. Winchester
luck, man.
Elly is short for Arielle. Like the angel, not the mermaid.
Anna was adopted by her parents when they went to visit Ireland, bringing home
a six month old baby girl pretty much on a whim. Rich people are weird.
Castiel Novak is a TOTAL man-slut. No seriously, we cannot stress this enough.
Man-slut.
Remember that story Jo told? The end of the world? Wondered where Sam was that
whole time? Well, I'll tell you. He was eating a sandwich in Bobby's house.
Starting a game of hide-and-seek was meant to be a 'prank wars ON!' moment that
turned out much better than little Sammy had anticipated.
Cas, Elly, Balthazar and Anna named their band 'The Angelics' because three of
them are named after angels. Anna pouted but thought it was a cool name.
Jo started kindergarten a year later then most kids because her Dad was sick
and Ellen wanted her to spend as much time with him a possible.
The Angelics don't write their own songs because none of them have any lyrical
talent. Balthazar tried once, he wrote a song called "British Invasion" that
was about how cool being English was and how much Americans sucked. Elly
thought it was a joke. They didn't talk for two weeks.
Sam and Dean are two years apart but Dean is a Super-Senior, which is why Sam
is in Junior year and Dean is in Senior. Not that he's stupid or anything… he
mostly didn't want to leave Sam unprotected. (Dean didn't like the way Ruby was
eyeballing him)
Elly and Cas both speak exactly 20 languages, including sign language.
Cas loves cats but is allergic and gets a weird rash when he touches them.
When they were in middle school Elly decided she loved Cas and tried to
convince him to marry her, she obviously did not succeed.
THE MOMENT CAS DECIDED HE WAS BI
Elly: Anna Milton is staring at you again.
Cas: I have no interest in Anna Milton, her brother however is another matter.
Elly: uhmmm… you do realize he has a penis, right?
Cas: I am aware.
Elly: Cool Beans.
Cas never did get into Anna's brother's pants :(
Elly and Cas lost their virginity to each other. They both agreed they enjoyed
sex but not necessarily together.
Elly's favorite_book is Capturing Beauty By Anne Rice.
Sam thinks Elly's favorite book is The Prince By Machiavelli… what he doesn't
know won't kill him.
Elly started the band to help Cas get over his fear of large crowds… it worked
:)
Elly is the equivalent of a black belt in Krav Maga.
Sam and Dean spend one day a week in their pajamas playing poker all day and
doing brotherly bonding. TELL NO ONE.
Dean and Cas have had sex with the same girl but don't know it. Dean called
her, Cas did not.
Elly gave Ruby her hair back by mailing it back to her with a note. You don't
want to know what the note said, no seriously, you really don't.
Sams met Elly once before at a concert but was so busy staring at Anna he
doesn't remember. Elly does.
A CONVERSATION AT LUNCH 4 MONTHES B4 MEETING THE WINCHESTERS
Elly: Dude, I think your like a sex addict.
Cas: I disagree.
Elly: *snort* Novak, you just fucked the gym teacher.
Cas: Your point?
Elly: During gym.
Cas: …You may be right. Do you think I require help?
Elly: Nha, its funnier this way.
Anna's boyfriend Gabriel is Cas' cousin on his mothers side.
Sam met Ruby freshmen year in math class.
Dean still talks to Lisa occasionally and when the father of her baby refused
to admit it was his he was mysteriously beat up the next day. Dean will never
admit it was him. EVER.
Cas punched Elly's first boyfriend in 7th grade because he called her crazy and
made her cry. He agrees that punching people hurts.
Elly last serious boyfriend was right before the Alistair incident, they broke
up because he disliked how much time she spent with Cas after the incident. She
hasn't seriously dated anyone since.
Dean knows how to Cha Cha… don't ask why.
THE CARNIVAL INCIDENT
Cas: I believe they're upset.
Elly: Maybe...
Carny: You kids get out of here and don't come back!
Elly: Novak, put back on your pants! And you! Girl Novak's fucking, put your
top back on.
Girl: I can't, he threw it off the ride.*blushes*
Elly: Fuck Novak, you're an asshole.
Carny: What's wrong with kids these day?
Elly: I blame Jersey Shore.
Cas: I concur.
Girl: *starts to cry*
For Christmas last year Sam got Dean all the seasons of Dr. Sexxy, M.D on DVD.
Dean will never admit to watching them all but he has. Multiple times.
Dean works at Singer Salvage sometimes to make extra money so that Sam has new
clothes for school every year. Sam doesn't know about this.
Cas favorite car is a 2009 Mercedes SLR McClaren roadster. It cost his parents
more than $400,000.
Elly owns a Harley but is too small to actually drive it. Cas has to take her
when she wants to ride it.
THE MOMENTT DEAN KNEW BALTHAZAR HATED HIM
Dean&Cas: *getting it on in Cas' house*
Balthazar: Hey Cassie, I just wanted- *walks in on sexy times*
Cas: I'm busy Balth, come back later.
Dean: um. *blush*
Balthazar: No worries. I'll just wait until you're done. In your room. Which is
where you should be having sex. *glares* I take naps on that couch. *walks
away*
When Cas was 11 Gabriel sent him a Hogwarts letter. He didn't get the joke.
 
***** I Love That Moron *****
Chapter Notes
     from obsession-rules-me: last chapter, guys! Holy crap, its been a
     long run and I can say that I am proud of what echo and I have
     accomplished. I can only hope that you all have enjoyed this ride as
     much as we have!
     Echo: Yay look at all that story lol. Thanks for reading guys and we
     hope you enjoy!There will be an epilogue and maybe some side stories
     but we will be moving onto our next story!
     WARNING: This chapter has graphic torture in it and kidnapping.
     Please beware the tags.
As soon as Castiel's eyes opens he closes them again and tries desperately to
will himself back to sleep. His body seems to think it is time to get up and
after a few minutes of laying he opens his eyes again. He can tell by the
bright insistent light trying to get through the curtains that he has slept
well into the afternoon. The ache one can only get from laying in the same
position too long humms through his body so he forceshimself up. He doesn't
bother to dress and electes instead to wander downstairs in just his pajama
bottoms.
Elly is lounging on the couch, tossing her book to the side when she spots him
and with a gentle smile opens up her arms for Castiel to stumble into. After a
few seconds of readjusting they lay with his head resting on her chest and her
comforting arms wrapped around him. They spent most of Monday like that, laying
around with Elly never wandering too far from him.
The next day Castiel finds himself laying by the pool surrounded by Elly, Anna
and Balthazar. Elly had just coaxed another shot into him when they hear a
light 'hello' sounds from the side yard.
Elly, being the master of distraction that she is, had managed to divert him
with alcohol, drugs and karaoke, successfully making him forget about the
outside world or handsome green eyed boys who lived in said world. Okay, well
maybe not completely forget but enough that he hasn't had the urge to cry
today. The four of them all had quite a lot to drink so when Elly tries to haul
herself out of the pile of limbs they had made on one of the couches in her
pool room she just flails helplessly until giving up and shouting. "OUT HERE!"
Balthazar flinches at the shrill tone her voice takes when she shouts. "That
was my bloody ear, you whench."
Elly gives a pout and a shrug before snuggling back down onto Castiel, her
relaxed state doesn't last long when a head of shaggy brown hair and shy hazel
eyes peek into the small room. Castiel hadn't given much thought to Sam and
feels a twinge of guilt for ignoring the younger Winchester brother. It wasn't
his fault Dean had used Castiel's heart for target practice after all. Even so,
seeing Sam inevitably brought about thoughts of Dean.
"Am I uhh interrupting anything?" Sam's voice is hesitant and his face tinged
lightly pink.
"Only an orgy, you can come back later." Balth leers until Elly slams her elbow
into his stomach.
"Not at all. What's up?" Elly smiles. Sam nervously shuffles into the tent
handing Elly a basket and when she opens it her eyebrows rise and a goofy smile
spreads across her face. " Dude, you you made me lunch!"
Sam rubs the back of his neck shyly, looking down at the ground as he mumbles
out, "You told me to."
"Well, isn't that just adorable." Balthazar snickers.
Sam looks around and shifts from foot to foot. "Um Should I go?"
Castiel feels his face redden, of course Sam would assume he wasn't welcome,
Castiel hasn't even said hello. Castiel opens his mouth to say something but
Balthazar interrupts him.
"Yes, please leave. You should feel horrible for your brothers actions."
Elly rolls her eyes, "Shut up Balth, Sam is too nice to know you're joking."
"I know. A better statement would have been," Balthazar's face twists into that
look people get when they're mocking someone and his voice comes out four times
higher. "'Shut up Balth, don't you care about Sam's feelings?'" His features
return to his normal sarcastic smile before he finishes with, "To which I would
respond, 'No, no I do not.'"
Castiel speaks up before Balth can make Sam even more uncomfortable. "Of course
you should stay Sam. I have been meaning to call you and ask how the club is
doing without us. I'm afraid Balthazar isn't the most reliable source."
Castiel ignores the angry snort from Balth and pats the spot next to him. Sam
hesitantly moseys over to plop down and Castiel and Elly's legs immediately
stretch out onto his lap, Anna in response stretches her arm behind his head
while Balthazar snuggles closer to Anna. They have successfully integrated the
Winchester into their pile.
Elly happily rummages through her basket of food while he and Sam talk about
various things he has missed at school. Castiel bites down on his tongue every
time the urge to ask about Dean arises, his tongue may have been numb by the
end of the day but Dean is never mentioned.
Wednesday is spent in a similar fashion with Sam stopping by to make sure they
eat. On the fourth day of operation 'Don't think about Dean' Elly drags him out
of the house to the beach. Despite more then a few people showing interest,
Castiel finds himself unable to share their enthusiasm and eventually excuses
himself every time. Elly seems to sense his discomfort and begins play the
jealous girlfriend when a few more insistent suitors find him.
One poor girl in particular is rather tenacious and at the end of the night
leaves with a black eye. Elly simply shrugs with a small smile. "I can't leave
you alone for a second can I Novak? Now cure my whore cooties so we can go
home."
Elly announces later that afternoon that they were not going to cancel their
show the next day and that he has to pick a new song to sing. This surprises
everyone, Castiel in particular because Elly always gives him at least three
days to learn new lyrics. She insists though and they spend the rest of the
night and morning picking a new song, practicing it after he chooses. Anna and
Balthazar join them about half-way into the day, meaning they skipped their
last classes to get ready for the show. Castiel feels he should reprimand them
but they get Elly's tyrant attitude off of him for the moment, so he thinks
better of it.
Balthazar tells him about Dean's date in a 'fuck him' kind of way, not meaning
to hurt him but he'd be lying if he said it didn't sting. He gets significantly
more mopey after that, Anna keeps shooting him sympathetic eyes while Elly
glares at Balth. Sam shows up to help them get everything loaded into
Balthazar's vintage 1974 VW Bus and Castiel tries to keep himself quiet. Sam is
outside alone when his resolve caves.
"I heard that Dean was going on a date." It is out before he knows what he was
doing, he had planned on some pleasantries but when it comes to Dean Castiel's
self control always seems to fly happily out the window.
Sam's face falls. "Yeah, well, Dean's a moron. He's been totally miserable
since you guys split and now he thinks acting like an asshole will make things
better."
Castiel tries to smother the joy he feels at hearing Dean is just as miserable
as him and nods. "I see." He moves to go back inside when Sam's hand shoots out
to stop him.
"Hey Cas, I know I shouldn't ask, that it isn't any of my business but when my
brother does get his head out of his ass, just give him a chance okay? I have
never seen him as happy as when he was with you or as miserable as he has been
these last few days. " Sam's face flushes red and he looks away, his hand
dropping from Castiel. He flinches when Castiel speaks, as if scared he is
going to be reprimanded.
"I will, thank you Sam." Castiel says softly. Elly, Anna and Balthazar come out
of the house with the last of their gear, putting it in the van. Their stuff
takes up most of the space as usual and they all file to their cars, heading
out with Balthazar in the lead.
The club is packed when they get there and the crowd just as enthusiastic as
they always are, if anyone saw the few times Castiel slipped up on the lyrics
and Elly had to cover for him it didn't show in the crowds cheers and happy
shouts. They are on the second to last song when Castiel spots him in the back
trying to hide in a dark corner. Bright green eyes just as intense as the first
time Castiel saw them from the stage. He really wants to look away, or glare at
least but Elly starts up the next song immediately. The song he had picked last
night.
He locks onto Dean and finds that the emotions for the song flow easily. Dean
doesn't look away the entire time or Castiel doesn't. He isn't sure which it
is. Dean looks so genuinely lost when Castiel sings about not letting go and
needing him. Castiel can't take much more of looking into that lost gaze. As
soon as the last note comes out, he drops the mic and heads to the back stage.
The others soon follow, Elly and Anna looking at him concernedly while
Balthazar rants about 'the nerve on that boy.' Castiel doesn't understand,
shouldn't Dean be on a date? He should be out wooing some twitty cheerleader
and catching her Chlamydia but he isn't . He is here looking at Castiel like he
is taken Christmas away, which isn't fair. Dean is the Scrooge of their
relationship. Castiel shouldn't feel guilty at all.
They are packing away their instruments when his phone buzzes in his pocket and
as the name flashes at him he opens it with out thinking. "Hey Cas can we
talk?"
Castiel is tempted to ignore it but Sam's voice rings in his mind. 'I have
never seen him as happy as when he was with you.' Well, that doesn't mean he
has to let Dean know how desperate he is to see him. Dean's message is simple
and impersonal, so his will be too.
"Where?"
Is what he decides on.
He doesn't even get the chance to put his phone away before it buzzs again. As
he flips it open Elly leans over his shoulder to read it.
"Ooo, he wants to meet at his place. He is finally ready to grovel Novak."
Castiel sighs, "I highly doubt that. The last time I was at his home didn't
exactly end well."
"Won't that be a problem?"
He sends back, much to Elly's obvious annoyance.
The next message takes longer and Castiel sort of dreads what it will say but
he can't help the wicked smile that spreads when he reads Dean's reply. "No.
Fuck what John thinks I don't care if he walks in on you fucking me. I miss you
Cas."
When Castiel replies that they should talk first and he will be there soon Elly
gives him a small 'woot' and a pat on his back. "Go get your Winchester, Novak.
I'll get Sam to help me pack."
"Are you sure?" He asks shyly.
Elly smirks evilly at him in return. "Of course. Sam is huge and when we're
done we can defile Balth's van while he is distracted by groupies. Good times
for all!"
Castiel laughs and turns to head over to his car.
"Hey!" Elly shouts and when he turns around a roll of condoms hit him square in
the face, followed by a bottle of lube to the stomach. "Safety first!" She
cackles as Sam comes up behind her with a confused look on his face and steers
her to the van.
Castiel would be lying if he said he didn't speed more then just a little on
the way to Dean's. About half-way there he gets another text from Dean telling
him to let himself in as Dean will be in the shower. The sight of Deans
precious Impala makes his chest do ridiculously fluttery things and he has to
force himself to walk to Dean's door and not run like a desperate moron.
When he steps into the house he is met with he sound of the upstairs shower
running and the familiar scent of Dean all over the house. He shuts the door
quietly and heads to the kitchen to wait when he feels something cold and metal
press against the base of his skull.
"Hello Pet. Looking for someone?" Alistair's voice sends tremors of panic
through his entire body, all of Elly's training slipping from his mind in favor
of utter panic.
Dean, What did he do to Dean?
"Worried about your boy toy? Don't worry pet I haven't gotten rid of him yet. I
have to punish him after all," Alistair's hand threads through Castiel's hair
before grasping a tuff of it and yanking his head back to meet outraged eyes.
"For touching what's mine."
The hand in his hair steers him into the kitchen and he is shocked at the sight
of Dean tied securely to a chair with a blood running down his forehead from a
gash on his skull.
"Hey Cas." Dean is obviously trying to sound calmer then he is and gives
Castiel a comforting smile. " It's okay Cas. We're gonna be okay."
Castiel desperately wants to believe him but it is hard as Alistair pushes him
into a chair across from Dean and begins to tie him down as well. When he is
done he stands between them and nods as if proud of himself.
"Now Pet. Where shall we start, ehh? Dean obviously doesn't understand that he
has touched what is mine. It is important you both understand who exactly you
belong to Castiel."
"Dude, get help." Dean scoffs and Castiel can feel his stomach knot up in fear
as Alistair turns his steely eyes on Dean. Alistair doesn't respond but wanders
around in the kitchen, rummaging through drawers instead and with a triumph
'aha!' pulls out a large kitchen knife.
"Dean. This can all be avoided as long as you acknowledge what is mine." He
purrs as he eyes the knife. Dean freezes and Castiel catches his eye. Do it he
mouths, just say it, and Dean won't get hurt.
"Did you know Cas has a beauty mark right above his left nipple?" Dean smirks
instead. What?
Alistair growls and leans far into Dean's personal space, hissing, "Say it."
before running the knife along Dean arm. Castiel watches in horror as it leaves
a trail of bright red blood.
Dean bites down on his lip to keep from shouting out.
"Don't listen to him," Castiel begged, "I'm yours. Please just let Dean go.
Please Al." The use of his nickname calms Alistair and he pulld away from Dean
but Dean must have a death wish.
"Thats not what you said last time I was tapping that Cas. It was all 'more
Dean' and 'yes Dean.' " The false bravado in Deans voice makes Castiel cringe.
Alistair lets out a shout and back hands Dean. His head whips to the side and
as Dean looks back he has a manic smile on his face. "No wonder Cas wants
nothing to do with you, man. You hit like a bitch."
Alistairs face is turning red, his breath coming in angry bursts. "You know I
was planning to make this short Dean so that Pet and I could have more time
alone." At the word 'alone' Castiel has to swallow down the urge to vomit as
the memories of last time Alistair had gotten him alone flood his mind. Oh
realization hits him. Dean doesn't want Alistair to get him alone and getting
him angry is distracting him from just that. That moron.
Alistair storms from the room and Castiel's shoulders sink when he hears the
door slam shut.
"Dean what is wrong with you? Stop agitating him! Just let him take me and
everything will be fine." Castiel sobs, panicking. Deans eyes harden and he
shakes his head.
"No Cas, you just close your eyes okay? He is not gonna lay a hand on you as
long as I'm here. I.." Dean stops when the front door opens again and Alistair
stomps back into the room with a small bag. His eyes gleam as he removes a
small torch and some sort of dagger. He ignites the torch and holds the blade
under it with an unsettling gleam in his eye.
"Cas?"
Alistair rotates the blade as it begins to glow from the heat.
"CAS." Castiel's eyes snap away from the blade to Dean. "Cas, I'm gonna need
you to close your eyes okay? I can't do this if you don't close your eyes.
Trust me, I know I don't deserve it but just trust me." Castiel nods numbly and
his eyes slide closed just as Alistair steps in front of Dean.
The sizzle of something hot pressed against flesh and the odd smell of burnt
flesh invades his nose. A strangled grunt comes from Dean's direction and it
takes all of Castiel's will power to keep his eyes shut tight.
"Look Pet, he is finally learning to keep his mouth shut." Alistair laughs but
is cut short when Dean grunts.
"Hey Cas I'm sorry. I don't care if my Dad knows and I"
Alistair lets out another mad howl and Deans scream follows soon after. Castiel
squeezes his eyes tighter to keep the tears from spilling over.
Dean lets out a painful gasp. " And I love you. I know its a really shitty time
to.." The sound of a slap and then another rings through the room. The dull
thud of a fist connecting with a body, Alistair obviously forgetting his toys
in favor of his fists.
"SHUT UP! HE IS MINE!" Alistair pants, Castile hears footsteps behind him and
strong hands grasp his head. "Open your eyes Pet."
Castiel obeyd and finds Alistair looming over him but he can't concentrate on
him as his eyes instantly find Dean. Dean beaten bloody with Alistair's knife
stuck into his upper thigh. Burn marks still red and angry on his arms and
chest. "Dean!"
Deans eyes flick open and he shakes his head again. "What did I tell you Cas?
Close them baby blues." Alistair looks between him and Dean. He steps away from
Castiel and Dean growls. "Come get some, bitch."
Castiels eyes snap shut but he still hears the ripping of flesh when Alistair
yanks the knife from Dean's leg and a sickening squish as he slams it in
somewhere else. Castiel knows Alistair is close to the edge, that any minute
now he was going to snap and slit Deans throat. He can see it in his minds eye
but before he can finish the thought a loud crack echoes through the room,
making his ears ring.
"Dad!" Castiel instantly opens his eyes at Dean's exclamation. He sees Dean's
eyes sliding shut, passing out from all the pain and the kitchen doorway
holding a smoking pistol stands John Winchester with an angry gleam in his
eyes. Alistair had swung around just in time to get a bullet right in the
middle of his forehead and his body falls to the floor.
"That's my boy you're beating on, freak." John growls out, lowering his gun. He
kicks the body as he walks over to Castiel, picking up one of Alistair's knives
and cutting the binding on his hands. "Help me move Dean to the couch and then
you can explain what the hell is going on in my kitchen."
-MIND-FUCK PAGE BREAK, DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING DID YOU?-
When Dean wakes up he isn't sure how much time has passed, all he cares about
right now is that Cas is snoozing safe and sound right next  to him. He aches
in a way that he is never felt before in his life and in places he didn't even
know he had. He can smell the coppery tinge of his own blood and taste it on
his tongue. When he shifts to move his whole body complains and to his
amusement so does Cas.
"Come on Cas, we gotta call the cops or something." Dean sighs at Cas' whines.
"It's fine, I called Elly. Her and Sam are on their way." He says it like Elly
is the answer to all and why would Dean even think to believe otherwise?
Dean is mid-protest when the front door swings open and the girl in question
marches in stopping to take in the sight Dean and Cas. Dean hadn't thought
about it much but they must look pretty horrible by the look on her face. It
looks for a fleeting second like she wants to cry and scream in horror but the
look is quickly replaced with an almost creepy mask of normality. Sam tumbles
in after, stepping around Elly to scoop Dean into the most painful hug of his
life.
"Dude! OOWW!" Dean screams and Sam looks him up and down as if to make sure
Dean still has all of his limbs before he lets go.
"So where's the body?" Elly asks and why is Dean even surprised she is totally
calm about this whole thing?
"In the kitchen. " Cas replies and gets up tenderly to lead Elly to the crime
scene. They stop in the doorway to avoid getting the blood that has pooled all
over the floor on their shoes. Elly looks around like some kind of cop in a bad
TV show, nodding and pulling out her phone. Without a word she steps out of the
front door onto the porch, giving Dean a quiet thumbs up on her way. Okay maybe
Dean doesn't want his brother dating this girl after all.
"Right." She says less than a minute later, walking back into the living room.
"You two go cleaned up. Sam and me will wait here." Elly orders and Dean finds
himself leading Cas to the upstairs silently. They walk by his Dads room and he
pauses when he hears the distinctive sound of his snoring through the door.
Only his Dad could walk in on some psycho in his house, blow the guys brains
out and then pass out in bed.
When they get into the bathroom and begin to undress Dean sees that his stab
wounds have already been treated. He blinks at them. "Your dad patched them up
while you were passed out." Dean's gaze swivels between Cas and the gauze
patches. "He said that Alistair missed anything vital on purpose, kept them
just deep enough to hurt but not cause you to bleed out." Cas' eyes swell with
tears and Dean reaches a hand up to wipe them away. He wants to kiss those
tears away but he doesn't know if it's too soon or not.
They shower together but it's not sexual in the least as they both wash away
blood and Cas finds new cuts and bruises all over him. Cas touches him gently
and with slight awe like he can't believe Dean is actually there. The hot water
soothes some of his aches and its tempting to stay in the small shower stall
with Cas so close.
He finally pulls himself out with Cas in tow when they start to prune. Dean
gives Cas a towel to wrap around himself and they head into Dean's bedroom in
search of clean, blood free cloths. Dean decides that Cas needs to wear his
clothing more often. The Blue Oyster Cult t-shirt fits well enough but the
jeans he lets Cas barrow are riding very low on narrow hips.
When they make their way downstairs Dean sees that there is a stranger standing
in his living room, talking quietly with Elly. The man is small and strangely
unimposing until he turns to look at Dean. His gaze is casual but Dean feels
like he is being scrutinized from head to toe.
"Hello Castiel." The man says chipperly, gaze shifting to behind Dean where Cas
stands. He has a slight accent but Dean can't place where it's from. "How are
we feeling this evening? Not too terrible I hope."
What the fuck kind of question is that? Dean feels a defensive anger rise in
his chest. He's about to comment when he feels Cas' hand on his shoulder.
"Hello Mr. MacLeod."
MacLeod? Isn't that... Dean stares at Elly and she smiles sheepishly at him.
This man is Elly's father. Dean can see Sam nervously shifting in the corner of
his eye, trying to get away from Elly's dad only to get closer to the kitchen
with the dead body and back again, over and over. Dean decides to put his
brother out of his misery by breaking the sudden silence. "What happens now?"
"Well, first I get rid of that," he turns to point to the kitchen doorway.
"Unfortunate turn of events as it is. But alas! What is a man to do when his
only son turns into a bloody coocoo bird? I suppose I should thank your father
for getting rid of a problem for me."
Yup. Totally Elly's father. Just as crazy.
Cas walks around Dean, heading over to the Adams Family and they begin talking
in hushed tones. Sam inches around them, trying to get to the stair well and
Dean sees Mr. MacLeod give him the dirtiest glare Dean has ever seen in his
life when Elly and Cas aren't looking. The look that says 'I will kill you if
you cross me' and he makes sure Sam's eyes meet his, so the message is properly
conveyed.
Dean thinks that he really doesn't want his little brother dating Elly.
"All right!" Mr. MacLeod claps his hands together, smiling devilishly.
"Everyone out! Chop chop! I've got work to do." Elly and Cas go quietly
outside.
"Wait!" Sam yells, panicked. "What about Dad?"
"Not to worry," he says as he ushers Sam and Dean out, "Dear old Dad will be
fine. No one even has to know this happened."
And with that he slams their own door in their faces.
-LAST PAGE BREAK, LIKE EVER. I'LL MISS YOU GUYS ;^;-
Castiel feels drained, emotionally and physically.
While Dean was passed out and John was treating the worst of his wounds,
Castiel explained what had transpired. He explained what Alistair had done to
him two years ago, pleaded with John to forgive him for bringing this to his
home, his child. John listened and worked blankly, only giving him a slight
glance when he started sobbing.
When Castiel asked if Dean needed a doctor John had shook his head. "No, not
only would they ask to many questions but Dean doesn't really need one and we
don't have enough money for me to pay for someone to tell me what I already
know." Which is when he went on to explain the torture technique that leaves
someone alive and in as much pain as possible. Castiel almost broke down again
after that, almost offered to pay for the doctor himself.
He opened his mouth to say as much but John gave him a look and Castiel knew
that was out of the question. This man would never accept money that he didn't
earn himself.
Castiel took out his phone to call Elly as John heads up the stairs. "Castiel."
his nerves were so frayed at this point that he actually jumped. He looks over
at John, scared of what would come out of the gruff man. "Take care of him, ya
hear?" what? Castiel blinked. "I know what I'm like, so you take good care of
him. Cuz I can't."
Castiel is pretty sure that was John's way of approving his relationship with
his son. He looks over at Dean, they had gotten into Castiel's car after Mr.
MacLeod booted them out of Dean's house and were on their way to Elly's. He
looks terrible, only getting worse as the hours pass, bruises settling but
Castiel thinks he's the most amazing person in the whole world. He has to
remind himself to focus on driving more than once.
When they pull into Elly's drive way, parking behind the black Mercedes,
Castiel knows they have to talk before getting out. "I meant what I said back
there Cas." Apparently Dean is a mind reader. Or he just knows as well as
Castiel does that they have to get this out of the way. Dean looks him straight
in the eye and Castiel gets lost in green eyes for a moment. "I love you."
The air rushes out of his lungs at Dean's word. Tears begin to swell in his
eyes and, goddamnit, he's cried more tonight than in the five days he didn't
have this amazing man next to him. He lets his head fall onto his hands that
are still on the steering wheel and chokes out, "I love you too. So damn much."
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Notes
     Echo: So I'm sad to say this is it :) We have had fun entertaining
     you all.
Ten Years Later
 
Iam late, I am so late. I am so dead...
is the undying chant in Dean's mind as he takes a corner too sharply. His siren
is screaming as he weaves through traffic smoothly and he knows he shouldn't
use it unless he is on duty but he is solate.
Dean is close to his destination when he spots a familiar silver car going ever
so slightly over the speed limit and smiles. Pulling behind the vehicle he
flashes his lights for dramatic flair and follows the vehicle as is pulls over.
He isn't that late. Dean makes sure to put on his sun glasses even though it's
already dark out and fix his hair before moseying over to the driver side
window and tapping on it. He plasters on his best cop face and leans into the
car when the window rolls down.
"License and registration, sir."
There is an irritated huff and a sigh. "I really don't have time for this."
"I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle, sir." Dean drawls
before stepping back and opening the door.
The man looks like he is going to argue but reconsiders and steps out of the
car. Deans pushes him against the side of the car immediately and sweeps his
tongue along his lips for permission. There is a surprised 'oomph' and then the
mouth is opening. Hmmm strawberries. A hand wanders down his chest and grasps
his gun belt to grind him closer while the other whiley hand is squeezing his
ass.
"Eww! No kissies!" followed by a chorus of "Papa!" from the back seat breaks
them apart and Cas smiles at him lovingly.
Dean steps back to give Cas space and peep into the back seat at his kids. A
pair of two year olds are vibrating in their car seats reaching for Dean, each
a spitting image of one of their fathers. Mary is closer and when Dean leans
inside a sticky hand smacks his cheek, her green eyes sparkling with glee. Cas
has her sandy blonde hair in pigtails and she is dressed in a frilly blue dress
that Dean knows must have caused a battle because his baby girl already knows
she isn't the pink and Barbie type.
"Papa, lights now!" She squeals excitedly pointing to his squad car. Dean pops
open the car door to give her a kiss and gets another happy squeal.
When he reaches over to kiss his son Robert however he gets a hand in his face
and an indignant "Papa no! I'm a big boy!"
Robby looks just like Cas from his bright blue eyes to the black hair that can
never be kept under control, Cas still tries though occasionally. Today he
didn't have time it seems because it's sticking up all over the place. Dean
laughs and yes he even inherited Cas death glare because Robby does not
appreciate being mocked.
"Dean, we are really late." Cas smiles at him patiently.
Even though the kids are dressed nice Cas is wearing a pair of jeans and the
upper half of his scrubs, his hair just as wild as their son's. He looks
adorable and much to the kids horror Dean can't help but lean in and kiss him
again before heading back to his car.
After the Alastair incident John had insisted that they move and Bobby let them
all into his large home. John still drank too much but with Bobby there it
wasn't as bad and life was quiet. Dean and Sam's relationships both took a hard
blow when St. Mary's was rebuilt and Elly and Cas had to go back. Sam and Elly
broke up three times while Dean and Cas both moped around at school until
graduation.
Thanks to Cas' tutoring (or bullying as Dean liked to call it) Dean graduated
with decent enough grades to go to college for criminal justice. Cas, being the
braniac he is, went to medical school after college and became a pediatrician.
There was a lot of chaos between them now and then, like the camping fiasco or
when the kids were born. Their life hasn't been perfect but Dean is pretty damn
proud of it and can't help but grin like a fool when he pulls into the parking
lot after Cas.
There is a moment of chaos when they get into the restaurant and the kids want
to go play but Cas, unlike Dean, holds strong in the face of epic puppy dog
eyes and leads them to the back. Dean hates these kind of places, all they ever
serve is pizza and they have those creepy guys in animal costumes that always
make Robby cry and Mary go on the attack. The Winchester's are not allowed in
Chucky Cheese anymore.
Dean scans the pack of excited kids and tired looking adults and finally spots
a giant amongst the normal sized people steering Cas towards a back room
partitioned off with balloons. Sam looks so relieved to see them that Dean has
to laugh at him even if it does earn him a Bitch Face (#86, a relatively new
one). Poor Sam is still dressed for court but his suit now has pizza sauce and
something that looks sticky on it.
"Thank god you're here Cas. I think she is going to strangle the poor guy they
misplaced the cake and and.." Sam gestures to his red-faced wife who is
obviously bullying a very frightened looking employee. Cas gives him a pat on
the back before heading off to save the poor guy from his best friend.
"You okay there Sammy?" Dean laughs only to get Bitch Faced again.
"No Elly's like a birthday party Nazi man. The kids one, he isn't even going to
remember it." Sam huffs tiredly.
Dean looks to find Cas calmly talking to the employee who looks so grateful he
might cry while Elly glares daggers at the guy. It's weird to think people let
their kindergarteners be watched by someone as psychotic as Elly but she is
also has the maturity of one, so Dean figures it evens out. He would never tell
Sam but he was genuinely surprised when Sam asked the little drunk engine that
could to marry him. She thinks Sam hung the moon or something though so Dean
had been happy for them, even more happy when she announced she was giving Dean
a nephew.
"Where is the mighty birthday boy?" Dean grins while Robby wiggles and kicks
him in the stomach repeatedly.
"Dad's got him." Sam smiles and points to their father John sitting at a table
holding and cooing at a baby in a little crown. Dean nods at Sam and heads
over, he doesn't necessarily get along with his Dad most of the time but John
has been trying lately and Cas gave him the owl look before asking Dean to
'please try' today for the kids sake.
He shifts and clears his throat making John look up, he looks just as
uncomfortable as Dean, "So I'll uhh trade ya?"
John relaxes visibly and nods and then there is an awkward kid switch off.
Robby is more than happy to go to his Grampa and instantly begins to babble at
John about daycare and why Batman is awesome.
Dean looks down at the one year old with his brothers hazel eyes, Elly's curly
black hair and his name. Dean had to stop some serious chick-flick moments when
Sam had sheepishly told him they had named the baby Dean, that to Sam it was
the only name that seemed right.
"Hey mini me, how ya doing today? Don't worry about crazy Mommy, Uncle Cas will
calm her down and then she will go back to the kind of crazy you're used to."
Dean coos and immediately gets a smack to the back of his head.
"Don't talk smack about me to my own kid Dean." Elly scowls.
Elly, with her over active imagination and over protective streak really is an
awesome Mom. Even if she was the one to teach Mary to kick people in the balls.
Dean would never tell her this though and just rolls his eyes.
Cas is holding Mary while he talks to Sam and John. Robby has a pretty firm
grip on his Grandpa's beard and is still babbling. Elly sticks her arms out and
pouts.
"Gimme, I made him." Dean sticks out his tongue but hands her Little Dean.
Sam beams at his son and wife, Cas smiles at Dean and the moment is so perfect
Dean kind of wants to puke. Or smile like a maniac. He goes with smiling,
leaving the throwing up to the over stuffed children.
He can't help but laugh when he thinks that this is his life and it all started
thanks to a very awkward public boner and Sam dragging him to a stupid hipster
club.
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