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* Ding* goes the bell above the door, indicating that a customer has just stepped inside the shop.
Castiel takes a deep breath and fights the urge to turn around and greet them. If he doesn’t finish cleaning the lobby, he’ll never get to go on break.
Besides, there are 3 other people on shift- each of them fully capable of dealing with the customer. His skin starts to crawl as the seconds tick by and no one has said anything. Castiel’s anxiety grows, his work persona incapable of ignoring a customer.
Plastering on a fake smile, he turns, “I’m so sorry! Someone should be right with you, ma’am, oh-”
His eyes land on the most gorgeous pair of green eyes he has ever seen. Eyes which are surrounded by a very masculine face (beautiful though it may be).
The stranger just chuckles good-naturedly, “Ma’am, huh? Haven’t gotten that since before puberty. Back when I went through my long hair phase.”
Castiel can’t help but think that the man’s gruff voice suits him. It pairs perfectly with his stubble, strong jaw, and scuffed-up work boots.
Castiel laughs nervously, “Sorry about that! In my defense, women do make up about 90% of our business. Outside of pride month, that is”
“ Huh . I guess I never really thought about it like that.” Hot guy says with a shrug, “Anyway, who do I have to talk to about renting one of your carts for a bachelorette party? You?”
Castiel tries to suppress the drop in his stomach that follows the realization that this very attractive man did not come here because he likes to put dick-shaped things in his mouth.
“That would be my brother, Gabriel. Please have a seat, I’ll let him know there’s someone here to see him.”
The man’s eyes go wide for a split second, “Brother? This kind of operation doesn't come to mind when I think of ‘family business'. Hell, my brother and I just run a salvage yard...”
Castiel raises his eyebrows and the man puts both hands up in a placating way, “...But good for you! I’m not saying that it’s bad or anything, I mean. You know what? I’m just gonna shut up and wait here for Gabe. Thanks for all the help….um, sorry but I didn’t catch your name.” He says, extending his hand.
Castiel leaves the cleaning rag on the nearest table, taking care to wipe any excess sanitizer onto his apron before clasping the man’s hand with a firm grip, “It’s alright, I don’t think I said it. I’m Castiel, it’s nice to meet you too, um-”
“Dean.”
Castiel ends the handshake and gathers his things, walking straight through the swinging door and into the back room. He finds his older brother leaning back in his office chair with his feet up on the desk, watching the store’s security camera as if it were a telenovela.
Castiel winds up the towel in his hands before releasing the corner and sending the end flying forward. It lands on Gabriel’s calf with a * SNAP* and he sits upright with a yelp, “Jesus! What on earth was that for?”
“Oh I don’t know, how about I’m trying to go on a break and NO ONE is out there helping the customers! Someone’s here to book an event!”
“Oh come on, Cassie! That guy out there is gorgeous and totally your type. I asked the others to give you a couple of minutes alone. We all know your people skills leave a lot to be desired. I was doing you a favor!”
“Well ‘that guy’ is Dean…and he’s here to book for a Bachelorette party, I assume for his fiance ! Just go and help him, Gabriel, please.”
“Alright, alright, I’m going! But, you know what they say about assuming, Cassie.” With a wink, Castiel’s exceedingly annoying brother saunters out the swinging door, his booming voice echoing through the store, “Hey! Dean-o! Welcome to If You Like Penis Colada… ”
Castiel stays (hides) in the backroom until Dean leaves. Gabe never says another word about his chat with Dean, but he comes into the back and blocks out a Saturday at the end of the month on the Calendar with “Bradbury-Harvelle Bachelorette!”
Castiel’s stomach drops every time he looks at it.
As good as bachelorette parties are for tips, Castiel prays he doesn’t get scheduled for this one. Even as a gay man, slinging boozy dick-shaped popsicles to a room full of women isn’t exactly a hardship…but their customers seem to discuss a lot of dick-related topics as their inhibitions lower. Castiel suppresses a shiver just thinking about having to listen to Dean’s fiance (who’s bound to be drop-dead gorgeous) blather on about his “equipment”. He makes a mental note to discuss the upcoming schedule with Gabe and request that Saturday off.
**
Exactly one week later, Castiel is pulling the cord for the neon OPEN sign, when he spots a small yellow car speeding into the parking lot. He flips the lock and mere seconds later the door flings open and a streak of red flashes past Castiel, marching to the front counter with purpose. He increases his own pace, sliding behind the counter to greet her. “Hi! Welcome to If You Like Penis Colada, is there something I can help you with?”
“Yeah, I need to talk to the guy that does your parties, uh, Gabriel Milton…that you?”
Castiel smiles thinking back to the similarities between this conversation the one he recently had with Dean. “I’m sorry, no. That would be my brother. He isn’t here yet, but he’s normally not more than 15 minutes behind me. Can I get you a popsicle while you wait, miss?”
“Miss Bradbury…for now,” The petite redhead says with a smile, “But please, call me Charlie! And, thanks but no thanks on the dicksicle front, that’s kinda why I’m here”
Castiel’s face blushes when he realizes that he must be talking to Dean’s fiance. He also kicks himself for being correct about her being gorgeous. She may be less runway model and more beautiful nerd than he’d pictured- but her creamy clear skin, bright green eyes framed with stylish black-rimmed glasses and cascading red hair make her absolutely breathtaking.
“Okay, well let me know if you need anything, Charlie.”
“Actually, do you think I could pick your brain about something? Business related, of course.”
“Absolutely, what would you like to know?”
*
Castiel isn’t quite sure what happened, but in the 15 minutes that follows Charlie has gotten to know Cas better than anyone else has in years. When she shares that her job has to do with cyber security and hacking computers for information on nefarious corporations- her ability to crack Castiel’s normally socially awkward shell makes a little more sense.
Never before has Castiel shared the origin story for their business- How their dad, Chuck, was a religious zealot (basically thought he was God) who raised Gabriel, Castiel, and Lucifer to be unyielding little “yes men” for his plans. How after he died their oldest brother Lucifer tried to keep all of the family money for himself. He was the only son who’d gone to work for Chuck’s publishing company. A short while later, the government came knocking- it turns out that the business was a front for a money-laundering ring. The business went under, Luci went to prison as an accomplice, and the small amount of legitimate family money that remained was given to Gabriel and Castiel.
Gabriel had previously worked in the porn industry, so the leap to phallic desserts was more of a small hop. They used their inheritance for all the business’ start-up expenses and to lease their storefront for the first 2 years. Gabriel had some connections in the dildo-making industry, which they used for their custom molds. This is what he’s just finished explaining when charlie raises her hand in the universal gesture of hold on a second .
“Hold up, custom molds? You mean because they have to be made out of a certain type of material to be frozen or…”
“That, and we needed a ton of them! Also, did you know that using an already produced penis mold would have meant having to pay off the original manufacturer of the piece AND sometimes the model whose penis they used? The amount the sex toy companies were asking for was insane! It messed with the business projections, which is why we ended up making our own.”
“Making your own what?”
“Molds.” Gabriel says casually as he walks through the door, “Hello! You must be the lovely Miss Bradbury. I received your email late last night, and I’m sorry to have kept you waiting…though it seems that Cassie here has been sharing all our trade secrets. Thankfully, based on the content of your email, I know it’s not like you’d use the information to open up a ‘dicksicle’ shop of your own. Quite an ingenious term, Charlie. I might have to use it in the future.”
Charlie reaches her hand across the counter to shake Gabriel’s, “Thanks for meeting with me, Gabe! I’ve been learning all about your business from Castiel here, and I’ve gotta say that I’m pretty damn impressed. If you can help me with the little predicament I emailed about, and we can pull off the changes? I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship… but first, you’re gonna tell me about the molds!” Her voice drops to a scandalized whisper, eyes darting around before continuing, “Are you telling me that you found people with 4, 6, and 8-inch dicks and paid to plaster cast their junk?”
Gabriel laughs heartily and Castiel can feel his own cheeks turning red. He knows what’s coming. “Well, it turns out we didn’t have to look too far. There is a reason our eldest brother was an insufferable and angry man. It took several weeks of Catfishing through one of those inmate pen pal programs to get him to send detailed enough pictures to have a 3D printed version of his penis made. It was more costly than the old-fashioned approach that Cassie and I took, but well worth it when we sent the print ads featuring the pictures of our frozen treats.”
Charlie bursts into a fit of giggles, “I think you might be more of an evil genius than I am!” As she processes the rest of Gabe’s sentence, her eyes go wide. A touch of color paints her cheeks, “Does that mean one of you is, um, 8 inches?”
The redness that had capped at Castiel’s cheeks is now spreading to the tips of his ears. The reaction does not go unnoticed.
“Yes, that honor belongs to Cassie here, though I think his popsicles have definitely seen more action than the real thing. Pity too, I’m still holding out hope that he’ll settle down with a nice, pretty, hard-working guy.” Being the asshole that he is, Gabriel punctuates all of the descriptors, knowing they fit Dean to a T.
Castiel fights the urge to bitch-slap his brother. He notices the glint in Gabriel’s eye as he puts both Elbows on the counter and rests his head in his hands. “Get this, Cassie. I haven’t had a chance to tell you. Charlie here contacted me last night and it turns out her…what was it you called him, dear?”
“My handmaiden of honor,” Charlie says with a serious nod, before turning to explain to Castiel. “The title is an old inside joke between me and my bestie Dean- he’s my best man.”
“Yes, that’s right. Dean, her best man and childhood friend, booked our services as somewhat of a prank at dear Charlie’s expense. You see, she and her fiance Jo… are lesbians .”
Castiel blue screens for a moment, taking care to review each word his brother just said and make sure it is in the right order and means all the things he thinks it does.
Gabriel nods the moment he can see the wheels in Castiel’s head stop turning. “I thought you’d be interested in that information. Anyway, Charlie is here to do a little reverse prank. She’s paying a rather astronomical sum to have us make her some specialty molds to bring to the party instead. Did you bring the items we talked about? I believe there was mention of a replica stake from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and something called a moondoor scepter?”
Charlie reaches into her bag and pulls out the items in question, “Got them both here!” She says enthusiastically, “See, The Buffy stake is for Jo- Buffy, Faith, and Willow were all a big part of her gay awakening. And, the moondoor scepter is one of my props from my larping group!”
Castiel nods numbly. He knows this isn’t the time or the place, but he has to know. “So does that mean that Dean is, um-”
“Queer? Available?” Charlie asks with a wink. “Yes on both counts. He’s bi, which shouldn’t make a goddamn bit of difference to you…and if it does then you aren’t good enough for him! As far as available, he’s practically married to being a good business owner, brother, and friend. He hasn’t made time to date in years. He’ll make the best boyfriend when he finally finds somebody. Why Cas, you interested?”
“Are you kidding me? Cassie here was completely smitten when Dean came in! I’ve never seen him like that. Of course, he assumed Dean was straight when he mentioned ordering the cart for a woman.”
“ Of course, Dean would leave out silly little details like being the handmaiden of honor who was trying to prank his bestie with alcoholic dick-shaped treats. Speaking of, can you still bring at least one custom flavored dicksicle? An 8-incher? I know I’ve averted the crisis, but I want to get Dean back a little too.”
Gabriel can barely contain his glee, “Absolutely!”
Castiel starts to walk away as the two tricksters start to hatch their master plan. Several minutes later, Charlie catches up to him, “Hey wait, Castiel! Are you really interested in Dean? Because last week he mentioned a dreamy guy with impossibly blue eyes and a ‘freshly fucked’ mess of dark hair but refused to tell me where he met him. I’m kinda getting the impression he was talking about you. As much as I tease Dean, he deserves a good guy. So what do you say…wanna work at my party?”
Castiel nods and a shy smile creeps onto his face at the mere suggestion that Dean thought about him after their encounter too.
“Great! I’ll see you next Saturday, I’m about to wing-woman the shit out of you. Thanks again for all your help dudes, you’ve been awesome. Smell you bitches later! ” The tiny woman then raises her hand in the live long and prosper sign and disappears into the parking lot.
**
“Are you sure this is necessary, Gabriel?” Castiel questions as he rolls up the sleeves on his crisp white button-down shirt. After his arms feel free, he reaches up to tug gently at the blue silk tie, hoping it will loosen without totally losing shape. His normal bachelorette party attire is much less formal.
“Charlie insisted, and I trust her judgment. Also, I’m a little bit afraid of what she could do to me if I say no. Speaking of, don’t forget your trench coat!”
“Are you kidding me? There is no way I can sling popsicles to a bunch of drunk women in this ridiculous thing! I’ll bring it and drape it next to the cart, but I’m not putting it on until one of the brides asks me themselves.”
“Okay, okay. Calm down, Cassie. And remember, this is a double prank…so Dean can’t know that we know Charlie. You’ve got to play it cool.”
Castiel groans as he wheels the cart down the ramp at the back of the van, “I hate lying, Gabriel. I’ll just avoid talking to anyone until the big reveal, how does that sound?”
“It sounds like you’re being a party pooper, but since you won’t spoil the surprise, I’ll let it slide,” Gabe says, helping lift the back wheels over the lip at the bottom of the ramp for a smooth transition onto the ground. The two men then close the doors and set off into the restaurant (some bar/grill called The Roadhouse that Castiel has never heard of) to find the celebration.
It’s only 15 minutes until party time (Dean had specifically requested that they arrive right before the event, no doubt hoping to maximize on his prank by not giving enough time for Charlie to throw them out). As they wheel into the large bar, it looks as though the whole thing has been reserved for the event. Dean’s head pops up and he smiles broadly, making his way over to them. Charlie has her back turned and seems preoccupied with the placement of some party decorations.
“Hey, guys! I’m so glad to see you! Hold on-” Dean freezes a mere two feet in front of them and unabashedly does a double-take of Castiel standing at the helm of the cart with the trench coat draped over his arm, “Cas, are you dressed like fucking Constantine?!”
Castiel has never been given a nickname that wasn’t meant as an insult (see: Cassie), but Dean says “Cas” with such warmth, it instantly feels right. He already wants Dean to say it again.
“I, um, yes. I suppose I am,” Cas manages to stammer out while looking down at his attire. “Is that, um, okay?”
“It’s more than okay! Constantine was my favorite comic book hero, like honest to god my first crush. Hang on- how did you know this was a costume party?”
Cas takes a moment to look around the room. Growing up, he was never allowed to watch movies or TV, so none of the outfits stand out to him, but he can tell this isn’t normal party wear. Dean has on black jeans, a collarless white button-down, a large black and maroon bandana tied around his neck, and a black vest. There is a shiny metal badge on the vest, but Cas can’t quite make out the inscription. His hair is also combed up and off to the side in a way much different than when they first met.
“Well, um, You sent us an invitation to the party- so we’d have the location and time. We noticed it said costume party and just wanted to match the theme. Who are you supposed to be?” Cas says, internally cheering that he was able to get the lie out without sounding like an idiot.
Dean’s jaw is hanging open, “I’m Wyatt Earp, Cas,” when he sees that Cas’ eyes don’t show any understanding, “From Tombstone…with Kurt Russell? Oh, Come on! I mean, I brought a pack of fake mustaches, but Charlie won’t let me put one on. Cas, you’re killing me.”
“I’m sorry, Dean. We grew up pretty removed from pop culture, I don’t understand that reference. Also…did you just call me Cas?”
Dean’s cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink and the freckles on his cheeks stand out even more than before. Cas thinks Dean is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that. Force of habit, I give nicknames to all the people I like.”
Castiel’s stomach attempts to flip over at hearing those words.
“Unfortunately, that’s true.” Comes a cheerful voice from close by. Cas turns around and sees Charlie, dressed in a floor-length maroon gown and a tiara standing behind them.
“Take Charles, for example. She already came to me using a nickname, so I had to give her a couple more- Red, Majesty, etc.” Dean says with a smirk. He turns to his friend and the smirk turns into a shit-eating grin. “Speaking of, can I introduce you to these fine proprietors, your highness?”
Charlie’s smug look matches dean as she feigns boredom and says casually, “Who? Cas and Gabe? Please, I met them AGES ago!”
Dean’s face turns ghost white, “Wha- what?! What do you mean? How? I was so CAREFUL!”
“Not careful enough if you didn’t think I’d have a trace on your credit card for big purchases! You don’t buy anything that costs more than $200 unless it’s a part for Baby! Or, apparently, a ridiculously childish PRANK on your best friends!”
The two friends are shouting, but Castiel is 99% sure this won’t escalate to actual anger. His keen senses are rewarded a minute or two later when Dean grabs Charlie and pulls her into a tight side hug. The pair laugh and exchange “I love you’s” before Charlie jumps up and down in glee and says to her friend, “Wanna see what I did?!”
Gabriel finally joins in, “What YOU did? You may have been the brain of this operation, but I did all the work!”
Charlie pats him on his head, “Of course, Gabriel. I couldn’t have done this without you.” She clears her throat, “Big Reveal? Pretty please?”
Gabe nods dutifully and moves to the front of the cart. There is a cloth draped over the menu panel, normally it has the business name, sizes, and flavors for the party guests. When he drops the cloth to reveal Charlie’s custom-bought menu, Dean chuckles and high-fives his friend, “Touche, Red! Tequila, sea salt, and lime-flavored Buffy stakes in honor of Jo?! She’s gonna flip! And a panty dropper moondoor scepter? As always, I bow to your genius,” he says, dropping to his knees and doing a very exaggerated bow on the floor.
Castiel may not know much about pop culture, but he’s seen the “We’re not worthy” scene from Wayne’s World and he chuckles at the sight. Dean stops and sits back on his heels, looking up at Castiel through his unfairly long lashes. Cas flushes at the sight of the beautiful man on his knees, and unconsciously licks his lips. “I, uh, I understood that reference.” He manages to say, though his voice comes out noticeably deeper. He watches Dean swallow, and get up to his feet without breaking eye contact.
Charlie must notice too, because she leans in and says, “Um, guys…can we not eye fuck at my party? Please and thank you. And Winchester, I even had Gabe make you exactly what I know you’ll like , so don’t get your first popsicle without me there. That’s an order from your Queen.” With a wink, she turns on her heels and goes back to getting the room ready for her guests.
Dean and Castiel break eye contact, but the electricity in the air remains, even as he walks away. Gabriel pats Castiel on the back and leads him to their designated spot in the room just in time for the guests to arrive.
About an hour into good music and even better food (which Castiel can say with certainty because Charlie brought over burgers, fries, and a beer each for him & Gabe), the guests start to meander over to the popsicle stand. Charlie brings Jo over first, pointing to the sign excitedly. Jo’s eyes light up and she kisses Charlie with such tenderness that Castiel can’t help but smile at them. Their love is so palpable that it’s infectious. Jo (obviously) orders the Buffy Stake and takes a tentative lick before looking at both Gabe and Cas with wide eyes, “Holy shit, you guys…this is AMAZING!” She turns around and in a booming voice says, “Everybody come get some booze popsicles! They’re fucking delicious!”
An older brunette woman, who Castiel has been informed is named Ellen and owns The Roadhouse, walks over with a stern look on her face and her hands on her hips. “Joanna Beth Harvelle! Watch your language!”
Jo claps a small hand over her mouth and giggles, “Sorry, mom!”
The crowd makes its way over to the cart and the men start to pass out the tasty treats. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves when a tapping sound fills the air.
Castiel looks up to see Dean on the bar’s stage; tapping a finger onto the microphone and holding an acoustic guitar, “Hey, everyone. Jo asked me to surprise Charlie with this song, which has become a favorite of theirs. I’m no Patrick Brewer, and I still haven’t found my David Rose-” Castiel doesn’t miss that Dean’s eyes search his out in the crowd. They hold that gaze for just a moment before Dean clears his throat and looks down, “Anyway, even without the perfect guy- I love love. I used to pretend I didn’t, you know? ‘No chick flick moments’ and all that, but Charlie never bought it. I love you both, so much and I cannot wait to stand up with you both on your wedding day. So, um, yeah- here you go.”
In the next moment, beautiful music fills the room as Dean starts to pluck the strings. Soon after, he begins to sing and Castiel is transfixed on Dean’s face under the stage lights. The song sounds vaguely familiar, but Cas is sure he’s never heard it quite like this-
I call you when I need you and my heart’s on fire,
You come to me, wild and wired,
You come to me, give me everything I need
Dean continues to sing while his friends, family, and Castiel stare up at him in awe. Dean’s eyes scan the crowd as he sings, offering a soft smile to the couple of honor- Jo standing behind Charlie with her arms wrapped around the redhead’s waist, her delicate chin hooked over Charlie’s shoulder. The bride’s smile is like a ray of sunshine, beaming up at her friend while in the arms of her love. She notices Castiel staring and leans over to him, “I told you, he’s one of the good ones.”
A few moments later, the song ends and the crowd erupts with applause. Castiel isn’t ashamed to admit that his eyes are a little misty. Dean smiles shyly and hops off the stage, and is immediately greeted with a tight hug from Ellen. Castiel can see Dean lean into the embrace and close his eyes. When he pulls back, she kisses his cheek in a maternal way that makes Castiel anxious to know this man. The anxiety turns even more intense when he sees that Dean is headed straight for the cart.
Charlie notices too because she looks at the brothers and raises her hands in excitement, “Alright guys, showtime! Cas, I’m sorry in advance for the things I’m about to say…but it will be worth it, trust me. I’m the best wing woman ever!”
Once Dean reaches them Charlie slings an arm around his shoulder, Dean crouches down just a little to make sure her arm makes it all the way.
“Alright, Charles. You said you had something special for me, color me curious…can I see?”
Charlie nods emphatically and turns her attention to Gabe, who is grinning like the cat that ate the canary. “Well, Charlie told us about your interests and your preferences, and we made a special popsicle for you. It’s called The Cowboy Cock - and it’s made with Fighting Cock Bourbon and Old Fashioned Sarsaparilla. Does that sound like something you’d like?”
Dean is grinning like an adorable idiot, and he looks at Charlie like he’s checking to see if this is real and not a trick, “Are you kidding me?! Gabe, that sounds awesome!”
“I’m glad you think so, we even kept our original mold shape for you. Charlie assured us you’d like this one best.” As he talks he slides the top of the cart open and extracts the item. Each one is individually wrapped, but Dean’s eyes go wide just looking at the size of the package (ha). He cautiously reaches for the treat and opens the wrapper. Cas can feel his skin heating up as it’s removed and Dean gets a look at, well, at him.
Castiel has always tried to avoid thinking about how accurate his mold is, especially when it’s in the hands of a customer. But, he knew that with Dean it would be impossible. His unconscious brain has been supplying a steady stream of dreams featuring the green-eyed man for weeks, and the sight he’s seeing now is a million times better than that. Dean looks at the newly revealed frozen treat with reverence. He studies the dimensions; turning the stick this way and that, making sure he sees all the sides and textures.
Finally, Dean licks his lips and mutters “Holy shit” under his breath, and Castiel has to remind himself to breathe. He manages to remember, but only for one moment. Because in the very next, he flattens his tongue and runs it on the underside of the popsicle from bottom to top before he pops the “head” in his mouth and moans. Pulling off he looks up in surprise, “Oh my god, this is incredible!” He dives back in with gusto while Cas’ very real cock stirs in his slacks.
Charlie giggles, giving Castiel a knowing (if slightly sympathetic) look, then turns and taps her friend on the shoulder, “Hey, you enjoying that? Bet you wish you could find one in the wild that tastes that good, right?”
Dean makes a muffled noise that must be a protest, but since his mouth is full, it comes out as a “hum-uh-hng”. He pulls off again, slurping deliciously to keep the syrup from spilling. Cas barely fights back a whimper.
“I know you’ll find this impossible to believe…but as a queer man I happen to like the taste of dick, thank you very much. However, if you can find me one that looks like this and doesn’t get smaller the more I suck it, I’d be eternally grateful.” He laughs at his own joke and bobs his head up and down shallowly on the frozen phallus.
Charlie looks at him with a gleam of mischief in her eye and shrugs, “Oh, Didn’t I tell you? I talked shop with the boys when I went and undid your hilarious prank. I learned a lot about mold-making and how cost-effective it is to make your molds instead of using an industry standard. Gabe is pretty much a genius, so he went the homegrown route and used the founders of the shop as his models. That dick you’ve got there? It’s a replica of Castiel’s.”
Dean sputters, his eyes darting wildly between Charlie, Castiel, and Gabriel. He opens his mouth as if to speak at least three times, deciding against it before any words come out. He’s finally successful on the fourth attempt, leaning in and whispering harshly in Charlie’s ear, “You’re kidding me. This is a joke, right? You’re getting me back for the whole prank thing? There’s absolutely no way my mysterious dicksicle dream guy is packing a, a, uh-”
“8-inch cock?” Charlie supplies.
“8-inches! 8-inches?! Really?!” Dean stares at all three of them.
All three nod their heads in unison. Castiel’s mind is stuck playing a loop of Dean saying “dream guy” about himself.
Gabriel does what Gabriel does best, and tries to diffuse the tension with humor. “Dean-o I can see the wheels in your head turning very slowly as you process this information. Friendly reminder that we’re only here for another hour, and you don’t come across a guy like Cassie every day. Now’s your chance to make a move.” He reaches across the cart and gives Dean an encouraging clap on the shoulder.
The movement seems to jolt Dean into action because he looks up at Castiel, making sure their eyes lock before he raises the dicksicle back up to his mouth and slowly deepthroats the entire thing . Once he reaches the “balls” at the handle, he sticks his tongue out incrementally and licks what little bit of them he can reach.
Castiel can’t take it. He screws his eyes shut and breathes deeply (in through his nose and out through his mouth) to calm himself. His cock is now rock hard in his baggy slacks, and he’s increasingly aware of just how obvious it will be if anyone bothers to look. It’s that fact alone that has Castiel bolting towards the back exit for a moment of peace.
The cold air hits his face as soon as the steel door opens and Castiel feels a shiver go down his spine. He steps out into the parking lot and rubs his hands through his hair, frustrated that he ran out and hoping that Dean doesn’t take the action as a sign he’s not interested. Really, the opposite is true; He’s too interested. Having seen just the glimpse of Dean that he has tonight, he wants more than just a one-night stand. The thought terrifies him. He’s never even had a conversation with the guy, maybe that isn’t what he’s looking for. Can Cas just have sex with Dean not knowing if anything more will come of it?
His thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door behind him. He turns and sees Dean, standing in the light of the doorway with the trench coat draped over his arm. “Hey, Cas. I’m so sorry if I fucked things up back there. I was just trying to ‘make a move’ or whatever dumb shit your brother said. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You must be freezing, man, here.” Dean unfolds the trench coat and holds it open for Castiel to put on.
Castiel tentatively steps closer to Dean, turning around to thread his arms into the sleeves. Once the coat is on properly (well, as properly as a coat 2 sizes too big can get), he turns to face Dean. They’ve never stood face-to-face before, and Castiel takes a moment to realize that the man is only an inch or so taller than him, has a number of cinnamon brown freckles dusted over the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and that his bright green eyes are made even more brilliant by the ring of warm gold tones near his pupils, which dilate slightly as Castiel looks into them.
Dean’s breath catches in his throat, his eyes dropping to Castiel’s mouth. Cas wishes he could lean in and kiss him.
Instead, he tilts his head to the side to show his confusion at Dean feeling the need to apologize. “Do you honestly think I’d be offended at finding someone…especially someone who looks like you, that can do what no one has been able to? I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression Dean, but I didn’t storm out of the room because I was upset. I did so because I was incredibly aroused and it was hard to hide in this-” He gestures broadly to indicate the rumpled tax accountant look, “frankly ridiculous outfit. I just needed to calm down for a minute so as to not do anything untoward in the presence of your friends.”
Dean’s mouth parts slightly at hearing Cas’ words. Castiel balls his fists to stop himself from reaching out to touch Dean’s strong jaw. He wants nothing more than to feel Dean under his hands, but Castiel needs some answers first.
He takes a moment to steel his nerves before he continues, “Dean, I need to say something. You are the first person I have met in a very long while that I’ve been interested in. From everything I’ve seen and heard about you from your friends- I don’t think I can move forward with this if you’re just looking for a one-night stand. Please tell me if that’s the case, because if so I’m going to have to very regretfully decline.” His eyes drag down Dean’s body and land on the asphalt between them, unwilling to look up and see Dean’s reaction.
Two warm, strong hands cup his cheeks. “Cas,” Dean says softly, waiting for Castiel’s eyes to lift back up. When Castiel dares to look, he’s surprised to see nothing but warmth and affection staring back at him.
“Listen, I know a may come across as a smug asshole sometimes- and I did try to prank my lesbian friends with phallic desserts. Despite any evidence to the contrary, I am an actual adult. One who is past their one-night stand days.” without removing his hand, Dean runs the pad of his thumb gently across Castiel’s lower lip, “Plus, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for weeks. So, yeah, I was kinda hoping this wasn’t gonna be a one-time thing.”
With his hands still affixed to the sides of Cas’ face, Dean leans in and brushes their lips together. It’s a small act, just the slightest movement of lips; but much like striking flint with steel, the spark it ignites begins to burn in earnest. Cas can feel fire spread through his veins, and all he wants is more.
He takes a step farther into Dean’s space, backing him gently into the door. Dean makes a startled sound and Cas takes the opportunity of his slightly opened mouth, leaning in to lick his way inside. It’s still cool from the popsicle and tastes like delicious whiskey and root beer. Castiel continues exploring Dean’s mouth with abandon, only stopping when Dean pulls away to rest his forehead against Castiel’s, “That isn’t fair,” He whispers.
“What isn’t fair?” Cas asks, genuinely unsure of Dean’s meaning.
“It isn’t fair that you can kiss like that and have an 8-inch cock.” Dean laughs, nuzzling his nose gently across Castiel’s stubbled cheek.
Castiel nuzzles back and moves his hands to grip the lapel of Dean’s vest, pulling him even closer. “What isn’t fair Dean, ” he peppers kisses along Dean’s jawline, and pauses to use his teeth to nibble at the sensitive skin just under the bolt of his jaw, “Was having to watch you take the entire length of me- a feat I’ve been told by my previous sexual partners is nearly impossible, and not being able to feel that beautiful mouth around me.”
The sound Dean makes is close to that of a wounded animal; somewhere between a moan and a growl. Castiel loves that he can drive these sounds out of Dean like this, and starts to map his way down Dean’s perfect neck. The bandana comes off quickly, though Castiel files away the fact that Dean owns one for later use. You never know when a blindfold is going to be necessary.
“Unh, Cas. You feel so goddamn good. But, if Ellen or Jo comes out and finds us like this…I’m never gonna hear the end of it. Where can we? You got a car? I picked a hell of a night to carpool with Charlie.” Dean’s hands are gripping at the long strands of Castiel’s hair, holding him close to his neck. He leans his head back to give Castiel more access and it’s clear that although he’d like a change of venue, he’s not willing to separate himself from Castiel long enough to make it happen.
Castiel does the gentlemanly thing; skating his hands down Dean’s ass and picking him up under his thighs. Dean yelps in surprise and wraps his legs around Castiel’s waist tightly, “Cas! How are you this strong? You know what? Don’t answer that, it doesn’t matter. I’m so fucking into you”
Castiel hides his smile against Dean’s shoulder as he carries him the short distance to the Van. After setting Dean down gently, he opens up the sliding door and has never been more thankful for the catering vehicle.
Besides the two seats up front, the back is completely clear to accommodate the large rolling cart. The carpeted floor is far from comfortable, but Castiel’s had sexual encounters in worse places. Shrugging his coat off, he lays it down for a little extra padding and climbs into the vehicle. He fires up the ignition and a steady stream of heat fills the cool space. Castiel then takes out the sunshade and places it carefully across the dashboard, obscuring their view of the parking lot (But more importantly keeping eyes from looking in).
Once everything is in place, he turns around and is treated to the sight of Dean sitting on his knees on top of the coat. He’s secretly regretting that there is not enough headroom to stand in front of Dean inside the van. He ducks his head and walks back, coming to a stop in front of Dean and dropping down in front of him.
Face-to-face once more, Dean wastes no time before plastering himself against Castiel’s body while Dean’s talented tongue assaults his mouth. Castiel becomes increasingly aware that Dean’s erection is hard and begging for attention against his thigh. He snakes a hand between their bodies and drags a heavy palm down the length of Dean’s clothed dick.
“ Fuuuuck” Dean moans, pitching his hips forward into the friction. Castiel smiles and takes the opportunity to explore the outline of Dean’s cock with his hand. What he finds surprises him, and he pulls back far enough to catch Dean’s eye, “Um, Dean. We’ve talked a lot about the length of my cock tonight, but…How big are you?”
Dean starts to waggle his eyebrows flirtatiously, but another grope of Castiel’s hand renders him incapable of being smug, “ Ahh! Well, I’m only a little over 6 inches, but I’ve got to warn you, Cas, I’m pretty thick. I’m not trying to be a shit or anything! It’s been a problem before.”
Castiel continues to squeeze the outline of Dean’s dick, trying to imagine what exactly is going on in there. He brings in his other hand and starts to undo the button of Dean’s fly, slowly inching the zipper down. His fingertips brush against something incredibly soft and Castiel realizes that Dean has on panties. He stops breathing when he catches his first glimpse of deep green silk under his hands. These are clearly made for a man because although Dean is rock hard, they are still able to accommodate his considerable size.
Dean’s hands fidget with Castiel’s dress shirt, eyes dropping down away the moment Castiel makes the discovery. It’s as if he’s nervous about Castiel’s reaction to his choice of underwear.
“Oh, Dean. You really are perfect, aren’t you?” Castiel says breathlessly. Dean’s eyes go wide as he registers the words. Cas pushes against his shoulders, encouraging him to lie down atop the rumpled coat. Once Dean is flat on his back, Castiel pulls his pants down past his thighs and runs his hands reverently along all the edges of the panties. He appreciates the color all the more against Dean’s creamy, freckled skin. Cas plants a light kiss on each of Dean’s hip bones to show his approval before crawling up the length of his body.
Once he reaches Dean’s face, he pulls him into a searing kiss while he lowers his body. The thin material of Castiel’s slacks leaves very little to the imagination when their erections slot together. Both men groan and thrust into each other, the friction sending sparks throughout Castiel’s whole body. Castiel can’t take it anymore and lifts himself off enough to tug demandingly at the waistband of Dean’s underwear.
Dean plants his feet and pushes his hips up, allowing space for Cas to slip them down. Dean’s cock springs free and Castiel’s brain ceases to function. It is flushed pink and ramrod straight, with a large bead of precome already shining at the tip. Dean wasn’t exaggerating, he is thick. Castiel is reminded vaguely of the length and girth of a pillar candle. He licks his palm and tentatively wraps a hand around the base. Castiel’s hands are by no means small, but the tips of his fingers and thumb barely overlap as he moves his hand up the entire length of the shaft.
Dean looks up at him unbelievingly, “You’re the one who’s fucking perfect, Cas. I’ve, god, I’ve never found someone with hands big enough to do that, oh shit, yeah…just like that”
Castiel continues to pump the shaft with his right hand while running his palm over the head of Dean’s cock with his left. He pauses on an upward stroke, pressing a finger into the bundle of nerves just under the head.
“ Ahh, Cas! Fuck, you’re even better than I imagined. ”
Castiel hums smugly and drops his left hand down to explore more of Dean’s body. It brushes the inside of his thigh and makes a journey upwards, suddenly screeching to a stop. Castiel breathes heavily and has to conjure up all sorts of disgusting mental images to keep himself from coming in his pants like a teenager.
“Dean..What..Is.. this?” He finally manages. The words come out as little more than a whisper, his fingertips brushing against the unexpected (but all too familiar) material.
His partner’s cheeks are flaming red, and he can’t meet Cas’ eyes when he starts to rapidly explain, “Listen. I didn’t know for sure if you’d be here tonight. I mean, I hoped you would. But even if you were , I didn’t know if I’d have the guts to ask you out like I wanted. And I knew that if you showed up, I’d end up thinking about you all night, just like last time. Plus, I figured I’d be exhausted after the party and wouldn’t have a lot of spare time before bed- With the wedding tomorrow and all, so I..I...I prepped and put in a plug,” He blurts out, deflating as soon as the truth is said out loud, “Because I was planning to go home and impale myself on an inadequately sized dildo while thinking about you. Sorry, Cas.”
Castiel is backing away from Dean and frantically rifling through his pockets in an instant.
“Hey, Cas! I’m sorry if that weirded you out! Shit, don’t go! Let’s just talk about this!”
Cas’ whole body freezes and he levels Dean with a look that he hopes conveys the seriousness of the situation, “Dean, I did not think having sex with you tonight was a possibility, logistically speaking. However, you have proved me wrong, so we are leaving, now. We are going to find a room with a bed. I don’t care if it’s my place, yours, or a seedy motel. I want to be inside you, but not enough to fuck you in the back of my brother’s van. I apologize if I gave you the impression that I was upset. Now, can you please get dressed so that we can go?”
“...and have sex?”
“Yes, Dean.”
“Dude, Yes!”
Dean scrambles to pull up his panties, clearly struggling to stuff everything back into the confines of his jeans. Castiel catches him wincing cautiously as he zips up his fly.
Castiel has the Lyft app open on his phone by the time they hop out of the van and is seriously contemplating paying their exorbitant Saturday night fees when he hears a throat clear.
They turn to face the sound and find Gabriel and Charlie standing just outside the building. Charlie is leaning her head against Gabe’s shoulder in a way that indicates she’d have trouble standing on her own. She gestures wildly to beckon the boys over.
Even in the darkness of the parking lot, Charlie’s face-breaking smile is clearly visible. Dean and Cas walk to join the unlikely pair.
“Cassie, it looks like you’ve got your hands full…and Charlie has graciously offered to help me load up the van. Why don’t you take the rest of the night off?”
“Thank you, Gabriel. I’ll do that. I was just looking into ordering a ride for Dean and myself.”
Charlie giggles and reaches into the little leather satchel tied around her waist, “Why on earth would you do that when you can just take Baby?” she pulls a small bundle of keys and jingles them mischievously.
“Charlie, how on earth did you get Baby over here? Tell me you didn’t drive her!” Dean is clearly trying to control the panic on his face.
“Of course not, I’d like to live to see my wedding day! I bribed Sam into dropping baby off on his way out tonight. It’s the least he could do since he’d rather go to Jess’ work gala than celebrate with us. Anyway, your chariot awaits, good sirs. Wingwoman Charlie for the win! Just please don’t be late for my wedding! I need you there to keep Jo distracted while I get all pretty!” Charlie uses air quotes when she says pretty and winks at her friend.
Dean chuckles warmly and snakes an arm around Castiel’s waist, pulling him close. Cas’ body is still shaking in anticipation, but his anxiety is already calming down knowing he and Dean have a way to leave.
“Don’t worry, Majesty. Operation Jurassic Park is in full effect, and I would never miss you and Jo’s special day. Buuut… is it too late to request a plus one?” He pleads, giving Charlie a very impressive set of puppy dog eyes. Castiel already knows he’ll never be able to say no to this man.
Charlie rolls her eyes and huffs, but there is no anger behind it, “As if I didn’t put Castiel and Gabe on the seating chart the day I met them! Who do you take me for?! I won’t even make you adhere to my keep-your-new-boyfriend-out-of-group-pictures-so-I-don’t-have
-to-edit-them-out-later rule. I’ve got a good feeling about you two.”
With that, Dean swipes the keys out of Charlie’s hand. Castiel catches Gabriel’s eye and nods. His brother just smiles smugly and waves as Dean starts to steer Castiel around the building to where Sam must have hidden his car.
There isn’t enough overhead light to make out the details, but Castiel can tell that Dean’s vehicle is shiny, black, and a classic muscle car. As he slides in through the door Dean is holding open, he’s unsurprised to find the inside in the same immaculate condition.
“Thank you, Dean. Baby- she’s quite impressive. I can see that you take great care of her.”
Dean leans in and kisses Cas softly before rounding the car and sliding into the driver's seat, “You know what? That might be the second sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me, Cas”
“Can I ask what the first was?”
“I believe it was something about wanting to be inside me. So…your place or mine?”
**
Dean winces, a hand immediately going to soothe the freshly sore skin of his ass, “Mistakes were made.”
“The mistake was thinking that you could navigate through your house, while making out with me…and not turn on a single light.”
The keys to the impala clank down loudly on the offending entry table. Dean sighs and clicks on a floor lamp a few steps away, “Better? Now, can we please take this to the bedroom? I have a much better kind of ass pounding in mind,” Dean waggles his eyebrows and pulls Castiel in by his tie. Bodies now pressed together, Dean runs his hand down until it brushes against Cas’ cock. He moans into Castiel’s open mouth, “I can’t wait until every inch of that amazing cock is inside of me. C’mere, Cas.” Threading their hands together, Dean leads Castiel through the house.
Castiel is so singularly focused on the knowledge that Dean is prepped, plugged, and ready for him that nothing else registers as they enter the room. Dean’s bedroom could have thick shag carpet or a mural of clowns painted on the wall for all he cares, nothing is going to stop him now.
Dean maneuvers Castiel towards the foot of the bed, gesturing for him to sit once they’ve arrived. Cas does so, looking awkward and overdressed in the suit and trench coat. Dean doesn’t seem to mind one bit, nodding appreciatively at Cas in this setting. They get lost in kissing for a few more minutes, Castiel’s knees spread wide enough to allow Dean to stand in between them, hands tangled in Cas’ hair. When Castiel reaches up to slip Dean’s vest over his shoulders, he’s struck by how lean and muscular his chest and arms are under his hands.
Once the first article of clothing hits the floor, it sparks a frenzy in both men. Bruising kisses ensue as the remaining pieces are quickly removed and discarded into a pile on the (Castiel finally has the presence of mind to notice) beautiful hardwood floors. They finally break free from their kiss, foreheads resting against each other and chests heaving. Castiel desperately wants to keep going, but he can’t willingly tear his eyes away from Dean, who is standing maddeningly close in nothing but the deep green panties.
Dean seems to sense his hesitation, and slides his hands along Castiel’s shoulders, squeezing them in a comforting way. Bending down, he catches Castiel’s eye, “Hey. As nice as it was to get a sneak peek of what I’m in for, I’d..uh..really like to see the real thing. Can I?” He asks while his hands roam down Castiel’s chest and stomach, pausing with his fingertips just inside the waistband of Cas’ lucky orange boxer briefs.
The sound catches in Castiel’s throat when he tries to speak, distracted by the feeling of Dean’s fingertips as they slowly drag along his abdomen. Dean’s hands are rough and calloused and he seems to keep all his touches featherlight to make up for the lack of softness. Something about it makes Castiel’s heart swell.
He nods his permission and Dean gently starts to guide the fabric down the length of Castiel’s body, kneeling to help pull them off his feet and remaining in the space between Cas’ knees after. He takes a moment to memorize the sight that’s in front of him before looking up at Castiel with a face full of awe. He pets the insides of Castiel's thighs with that reverent, gentle touch. “Oh Sweetheart, look at you.”
Then in a perfect imitation of the night’s earlier events, Dean flattens his tongue and licks the underside of Castiel’s cock from base to tip. The wet, warm sensation has Cas’ dick going from interested to rock hard in seconds.
“ Fuuuck ” escapes Castiel’s mouth and on instinct, his hands go straight to Dean’s hair. Dean whimpers delightedly and heads back in giving soft licks to the head and lapping up the precome steadily leaking out of his slit.
Lost to the warm and enveloping sensation of Dean’s sinful mouth, Castiel lets his eyes flutter shut and tries to memorize everything about this moment. The feel of Dean’s tongue, the way he has one hand on the base of his cock, pumping whatever his mouth can’t reach as he starts to bob his head back and forth, and how his other hand strokes lovingly against one of his hipbones.
His eyes open in a panic and he pulls Dean off of his cock by his hair moments later. Looking down at the sight of Dean’s lips- spit slick and swollen, is almost enough to make Cas lose his resolve. Almost. “Dean,” he says in a chiding tone, “I can’t fuck you if I’ve already come. I don’t want all your preparation to be for nothing. I’m clean, but this is all happening very quickly and I completely understand if you’d like me to wear a condom.”
Dean’s cheeks turn pink and he drops his eyes to the ground, “Shit, I totally got carried away. I should’ve asked about your status before putting my mouth on your dick!. I Swear I’m normally way more careful. Just want you so bad.” he says it like a confession. “I haven’t been with anyone in years, and I’ve gotten tested since the last time. I meant it when I said that I’m past my one-night stand days. Me and you? I want this, as much of it as you’ll give me… speaking of, I’m gonna need lube. Lots of it” He looks warily at Cas’ length and walks over to the nightstand.
He doesn’t seem to notice Castiel trailing after him if the impressive jump he does when Castiel wraps his arms around Dean’s waist is anything to go by. One hand dropping down into Dean’s underwear and cradling Dean’s already hard cock.
Feeling how hard Dean is for him has Cas grinding his own erection up against dean’s silk-covered ass, groaning at the exquisite feel of his bare skin against the fine fabric.
“Cas, you’re making me lose my goddamn mind.”
In answer, Castiel guides the panties off and kisses his way up the backs of Dean's thighs, pausing to bite at the meaty part of Dean’s ass. He worships whatever parts of Dean he can reach with his hands, lips, and teeth until he can’t take another second, which is the moment his hand finds its way to Dean’s hole.
Dean gasps when he feels Castiel tug slightly on the flared base of the plug, and he slings a knee up onto the bed to give a better angle. Castiel squirts a generous amount of lube into one of his hands, allowing it time to warm up. The other hand gives a steady pull to the plug until it slips out completely, and is immediately replaced by two of Castiel’s large fingers, the muscles are relaxed enough to grant entry easily and they clench around Cas’ fingers in a way that makes his cock twitch with anticipation. Nipping at Dean’s earlobe, he leans in and drops his voice down low. “You feel so good for me, Dean. Are you ready or do you need another finger?”
“So ready. Fuck me, Castiel”
Hearing Dean say his full name for the first time snaps any shred of control Castiel was holding onto. He removes his fingers, spreads the remaining lube down his length and lines his head perfectly against Dean’s hole.
Dean must be getting impatient, because he steadily pushes back against the head of Cas’ cock until it pops past the first ring of muscles, the loosened rim taking him beautifully. Castiel is transfixed by the sight of Dean impaling himself, and he starts to push back, giving his cock to Dean a fraction of an inch at a time. Finally, his sharp hip bones bump the back of Dean’s thighs. Dean makes a hissing sound, and Cas rubs soothingly along the point of contact. He moves in tiny thrusts at first, unable to trust himself with more stimulation than that.
“Move, baby. I need you. Come on, Cas. I wanna feel you.” Now that their bodies are flush against each other, Dean turns his head and starts to kiss whatever parts of Cas’ face he can reach.
The soft kisses to Castiel’s hair, forehead, and eyes make butterflies take flight inside of him. He’s never had a one-night stand feel so intimate, so quickly. The very thought that this might be his only time with Dean has his stomach freefalling through the floorboards. Castiel tries to hold back the forming tears when he answers honestly, “I don’t want this to be over.”
Rough hands find his, threading their fingers together gingerly, and encouraging Castiel’s arms to wrap around his body. They hold each other close for a minute before Dean answers softly, “It’s only just getting started, sweetheart. I can’t make you any promises, but I have a really good feeling that I could be happy in these arms forever. I want you, and I have since way before I knew about your dick. Please, Cas.”
Castiel’s Hips move back of their own accord, snapping forward with more power each time. Dean takes each thrust beautifully, pushing his hips back into the movement and making needy sounds every time Cas’ cock slides away from him. The noises have Castiel speeding up, putting more force behind the movement as his arms pull Dean’s body closer to his.
Dean shouts as the head of Cas’ cock skates over his prostate on a particularly brutal thrust. One hand reaches up and over his own head to Grip Cas’ hair, the other is flat on the bed, offering support as Castiel repeats the movement again and again. Dean shouts out curses and filthy praise, mixed with Castiel’s name, Castiel holds him tightly through it all, one hand splayed out on his belly, the other across his chest.
It’s unclear how long they continue like this- it could be one minute or twenty. Castiel is so lost in the feeling of Dean under and around him, that he works on autopilot, eyes closing halfway and mind going pleasantly blank. Suddenly, muscles clenching sporadically around his dick catapult him into the current moment. His eyes fly open and he looks down the length of Dean’s body just in time.
Dean’s neglected cock is bobbing in the air, come pouring out of it as Dean’s inner muscles spasm. “Holy shit, Cas! Fuck, I’m coming... Oh, God. ”
Castiel has barely enough sense to realize that this is about to become a problem,” Dean, I’m going to come…Do you want me to pull out?”
The hand in Cas’ hair tightens. “Don’t you dare.”
The pressure that has been steadily building low in Castiel’s body breaks free, rushing through his dick and pouring into Dean. Pleasure crashes over him like a tidal wave and he’s barely able to catch his breath. “That was..so fucking hot…feeling you come on my cock..watching you finish without a hand on you? Absolutely perfect.”
Their movements slow to a stop, and they’re left clinging onto each other; neither man willing to let go just yet. Castiel rubs his sweaty forehead against the back of Dean’s shoulder and reaches a hand down to massage the outer thigh of the leg Dean has propped up on the bed. The muscles there are clenched so tight that Castiel is unsure if Dean’s grimace as Castiel pulls out and maneuvers his foot onto the floor is in regards to the leg itself, or the come dripping down it.
Castiel ducks into the ensuite, finding washcloths and towels in an intuitive place. He returns a mere moment later, throwing the towel over Dean’s mess on the bed and using the washcloth to gently clean Dean’s ass and thighs. He’s about to use the washcloth on himself, but a hand grips around his wrist. Dean guides Cas around and has him sit on the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees and gives kitten licks to the length of Castiel’s mostly softened dick. The sensation is pleasant but makes Cas squirm. Dean laughs and makes a cleansing pass with the washcloth before tossing it in the pile and climbing onto the bed. He holds the blankets open and pats down on the mattress, indicating that Cas should join him,
As Cas suspected, he’s powerless to say no. They settle into each other’s arms, kissing soft and slow now that the urgency has passed. They talk about their lives so far- their siblings, friends, and careers.
Cas is in awe of the way love shines in Dean’s eyes when he speaks about his little brother Sam, Charlie, Jo, and her parents (Ellen and Bobby, who took the boys in after their parents died). He jokes that Charlie is basically about to become his sister-in-law since he and Jo consider themselves siblings at this point. He tells Cas about Sam’s girlfriend Jess, and how happy he is that Sam has found a beautiful and smart woman to “put up with him”.
The eyes turn sad, and Dean squeezes Cas a little when he admits, “I didn’t think I was gonna find anyone. Thought I’d always be the guy everyone assumed was a bachelor by choice, but secretly wanted the white picket fence life. People tend to give bisexuals the indecisive and non-monogamous label, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Lying here with you is the happiest I’ve been in…shit I don’t even know how long.”
Cas can’t hide the way his face bursts into a smile at hearing that. “The feeling is definitely mutual, Dean. I haven’t felt this way…ever, actually. I’m extremely happy, just being here with you. So, what time do you need to get up for the wedding? I can find a ride home tonight if you’d like.”
Dean laughs heartily, and Cas loves the sound of it. “Cas, you’re not going anywhere tonight. I’m gonna drive you home in the morning before I head over to get coffee for the bridal party. I’ll be running around like crazy, but you and me are going to have our first official date at the reception. I can’t wait to dance with you. Do you have a different suit, or were you planning a repeat of tonight’s outfit? Because I’m not gonna lie Cas, that kinda does it for me.”
Castiel rolls his eyes and kisses Dean soundly, “I’m planning to wear a normal, well-fitting suit, thank you very much. Now, shut up and get some sleep.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Actually, Dean. Can I ask you one more question?”
“What’s up, Cas?”
“What the hell is ‘Operation Jurassic Park’?”
Dean is so caught off guard, that he laughs until tears spring up in his eyes.
**
The End
(Harry Styles voice) “…Or is it?”