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Wish Upon a Star	By : Clutterbilly67 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3013 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He franticly scanned over the battling forms looking for a glimpse of a trench coat or a glint of blue in the dim lighting of the house. Nothing. No sign of Castiel. Dean's heart throbbed in his chest, head pounding in time to his heart beat. He caught a glimpse of Sam stabbing a demon, the high pitch scream the demon released hurting his ears. He let a sense of relief wash over him knowing that Sam was all right.
This whole dumbass mission was supposed to be easy as pie. Little did they know they were walking into a freaking nest of demons. Luckily, they killed off most of the demons but there's still four mo-fo's left. Dean dodged a punch, lifting his gun he shot the demon, not bothering to stick around. He scrambled over up turned furniture to come face to face with a demon trying to stab Castiel. Castiel struggled with the demon whose vessel was a pretty young woman. Dean saw red, he charged the demon possessed woman, knocking her to the ground. Dean balled his hand into a fist before he could connect with the squirming demon, Sam stabbed her.
"Come on Dean we're done here." Sam panted as he helped Dean to his feet. Castiel stumbled over to him and Dean crushed his angel to his chest.
"What were you thinking?" Castiel asked, pushing away from Dean. His brow furrowed and his frown deepened. "I had everything under control. You could've gotten hurt charging her the way you did."
"Me? What about you?" Dean fired back, adrenaline still pumping from their recent battle. "I thought she was going to stab you. I did what came naturally."
Castiel narrowed his bright blue eyes at Dean, nostrils flaring. "First of all I can take care of myself." Castiel took a step closer to Dean. "Second of all that's exactly what always gets you in trouble. You don't think. I didn't become human to lose you." Castiel's eyes were wild. They got even bigger when he realized what he just said. Dean knew Castiel became human to be with him. In the two months that they had been together he learned that bit of information. It was like pulling teeth to get Castiel to admit it, but when he did Dean had never been happier. Now here he was fighting with the one he loved most in the world when they should be getting to the motel to take care of their wounds. Dean noted that Castiel was bleeding from small cuts on his face and small gashes all over his arms. He had no idea what his angel had been doing, but he wanted to take care of him to make sure that he was doing all right. Nothing else should matter at the moment. "I'll be in the car if you need me." Castiel's normally gravelly voice was roughened with exhaustion and other conflicting feelings that Dean couldn't begin to decipher. Castiel walked away, back ram rod straight. He carefully picked his way through the bodies without once looking back.
Sam snorted beside him, capturing his attention. "You're an idiot," Sam scoffed, following Castiel. Dean didn't miss Sam rolling his eyes at him.
"Hey what's that supposed to mean?" Dean trailed behind his brother, trying to keep up with the long strides.
Sam stopped in his tracks, Dean nearly running into him. Sam turned and faced Dean, glaring down at him. "It means you don't know how much you hurt him when you treat him like that."
Dean started to feel his hackles rise. He was just trying to care of the people he loved and protect no matter what the cost. Even if it meant his own life in return for their safety. All he wanted was for Sam and Castiel to be safe. "Listen here Sammy I'm just trying to protect him."
"From what Dean? The world." Sam extended his arms, sweeping them in front of him to indicate the world around them.
"If I can." As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was the wrong answer. Castiel would be even angrier if he heard Dean say that. He pinched the bridge of his nose, continuing his way out of the horrible house. He stepped outside to be battered by the howling wind. "I didn't mean that." He turned to his brother. "I don't know Sammy. I want to keep him safe, but I can't especially when we are battling. I know Cas can take care of himself. He doesn't need to be an angel, he has his own skills that make him a Hunter in his own right." Dean rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, sneaking a peek at a scowling Castiel leaning against his car. He had his ankles crossed and arms crossed over his chest, frowning at the ground.
"I know you want to keep him safe, but Earth will never feel like home to him if you keep trying to shelter him. He needs to experience everything even if it means he gets hurt and unfortunately that's part of our job. We put our lives on the line every single day not knowing when the end might come. We continue to do our jobs because no one else can and Cas chose to be with you in order to protect you as well, but he knows he cannot get in the way of hunting because any of our lives can become forfeit at any time. We have to continue living day to day no matter what is thrown at us and Cas knows that. I see him restraining himself not go to your side. He knows that you need to be able to fight your own battles and that by him getting in the middle of it, it would make you feel inadequate." Sam's hardened eyes softened when he met Dean's gaze. "I know you love Cas. You have to let him try and live his life though."
Dean huffed, rubbing his arms, trying to get some feeling back into them while the wind whipping his clothes around him. "I can try," Dean grumbled, wanting to get the hell out of the horrible little house. Somehow they found themselves back in New Mexico, instead of Albuquerque they were in Santa Fe. Dean smiled at the memory of the night Castiel confessed his feelings for him. It was time to try and show Castiel that he was ready to take their relationship a step further. Through their travels and constant moving Dean and Castiel hadn't done anything pass kissing and heavy petting. Dean wanted so bad to be with his angel, but the thought he wasn't experienced enough made him stop. Sam's speech bathed everything in a whole new light. They didn't know when their last day would be, it could be tomorrow or twenty years from now. Now was the time to grab the bull by the horns so to speak. He couldn't let Castiel fight his own battle right now, they most certainly could share in something special, hopefully in the coming nights, now they all needed to sleep, plus they were all sharing one room. I don't think Sam would appreciate me and Castiel having sex in the same room as him. It all depended on Castiel though. Dean would take his cue from the former angel.
The ride back to motel was so quiet it made Dean think there was no one in his car. But the soft breathing from behind him and Sam's ever present tapping his finger against the window alerted him to the world around him. Dean let the small sounds wrap around him, comforted in the fact that they both were safe. They might be mad at him, but they were safe.
Dean pulled in front of their motel. Castiel woke with a soft gasp. Dean suppressed a smirk at the reaction. Castiel always amused him with his reactions to just about everything. Tonight was no exception. Sam got out of the car, raising his long arms over his head, stretching. Dean pulled back the seat and let Castiel out, who seemed more alert after his nap. Sam waved, going to the motel office. Dean ran off to him, confused by his actions.
"Hey Sammy what are you doing? I have the key right here."
"I know but I thought I'd get my own room this time. Just in case things start to get a little uncomfortable for me, at least I can be in a different room if you guys want to, you know." Sam waggled his eyebrows at Dean, who grinned.
"Nothing is going to happen tonight. I'm too tired. So if you want to get another room get one tomorrow. Tonight we all just clean our wounds then go to bed."
Sam nodded his head and walked back to their room with Dean. Dean pulled out the room key from his pocket, the gold number on the plastic nearly faded beyond recognition. He slipped the key in the lock, opened the door, and the musty air from the room hit him in the face. He stepped aside, allowing Castiel to move into the room first. Castiel turned on the lamp beside the bed on the small night stand, he slumped on the bed like he didn't have another bone in his body. Sam did the same thing. All of them were exhausted, muscles ached, cuts throbbed, and heads pounded from the beating they got tonight.
Quietly Dean grabbed the first-aid kit from the bathroom and began cleaning Castiel's wounds with no objection from the man in front of him. Castiel let him treat him. He didn't move one inch, bone tired from the fight with the demons and the fight with each other. Once he was done he handed the first-aid kit to Sam, refusing to be taken care of first before his brother. Castiel sat up slowly, removing his trench coat, shirt, tie, and pants as slowly as possible. Dean went to help, but held back, not wanting to upset the former angel any more than he already was. Dean followed Castiel's example by the time Sam was done they both were in their boxers and Castiel helped Dean clean up his wounds.
"You need to be more careful," Castiel whispered as he put disinfectant on Dean's arm.
"I know, you're right." Dean didn't put up a fight which seemed to surprise Castiel. He raised an eyebrow, not quite believing his ears.
"You better live up to that or I'm the one who's going to be kicking your ass."
Dean suppressed a chuckle. It seemed Castiel has been watching more action flicks on the crappy cable they get at their motels. At least it's not porn again. Dean didn't think he'd ever get over how embarrassing it was to explain to Castiel what the people in the porno were doing. Sam sat back, laughing his ass off while Dean rushed through his explanation red in the face. Thankfully it wasn't that again.
"I believe you will live up to that promise. I will try to be more careful, but if it involves you or Sam being endanger then to hell with it. There is no way either of you is going to be hurt while I'm around."
"Then you better know that the same can be said for us." Castiel glared at Dean, daring him to say anything against it.
"Fine." Dean crossed his arms over his chest while Castiel mended Sam's wounds.
This was going to be harder than he thought. Just the thought of leaving Castiel to a mission without keeping track of him was making him feel ill. His innards twisted up until they were nothing but knots in his stomach. Dean watched Castiel minister to Sam whispering to each other in low voices. They were cooking up something and Dean didn't think he wanted to know what it was. Castiel 's gravelly voice soothed his spent energies lulling him to sleep. He was so tired. This whole day was exhausting for the hunter. He drifted off while his angel continued talking to the younger hunter all the while wondering what it was they were discussing in such low tones.
Dean woke to the sound of soft breathing near his ear. He opened his eyes groggily, shielding the sun light from his eyes as he looked down to find tousled brown hair next to his chin. Castiel was sprawled across his chest, skin to skin which was always the best way to wake up in Dean's opinion. Dean heard shuffling, taking his gaze away from the sleeping angel. Sam was packing his bags and was doing it in a rush.
Immediately on high alert, Dean was about to hurry to get out of bed, wondering what new case they had to solve when Sam put up his hands, stopping Dean in mid motion, Castiel still asleep on his chest.
"What is it Sammy?" Dean kept his voice low, not wanting to rouse his sleeping companion unless he had to.
"Nothing, don't worry. I'm just headed for another room." Sam continued packing his stuff up and muttered, "Definitely not one next door." Dean didn't think that was meant for his ears, he raised his eyebrow in question but didn't voice his question. What did Sam mean by that?
"We're headed to Bobby's tomorrow so I thought we should just take the day to catch up on rest. We've been going none stop for the last two weeks. We all need a breather." Sam stared directly at Dean.
"What?" Dean asked, hackles rising without him knowing why.
"Nothing. Just relax today we're heading out early tomorrow. I need to get out of this hell hole. Why anyone would want to live here with nothing but the dirt and the wind is beyond me."
Dean looked at the window into the little world of New Mexico. A small smile curved his lips, green eyes dancing as he looked down at a sleeping angel. "I don't know there are some amazing things that happen here in this windy place."
Sam snorted catching on to Dean's train of thought. "Ah, but it hasn't treated us all so kindly." Sam smiled at Dean then left to go to his new room where ever that may be. "I'll come get you two for dinner until then I'll see you."
Dean fell back on his pillows when Sam closed the door. He didn't know what to do with a free day. It was rare when they had time to do nothing and he never knew what to do with such freedom. Castiel stirred in his arms, shifting, and Dean felt Castiel's morning erection pressing into his thigh. There was only a thin layer of fabric blocking Dean against the heat from Castiel's cock. Dean swallowed thickly, he always ignored Castiel's erections in the past, but with the thought they would take everything a step further Dean's resolve was dissolving right before his eyes. Got to think unsexy things .So hard to with Cas' breath tickling my neck. Dean shook his head, trying to get rid of his own erection which was tenting his boxers the longer he held Castiel.
"Dean," Castiel's voice was heavy with sleep.
"Yeah?" Dean swallowed.
"What time is it?" Castiel stretched more across Dean yawning his sleep away. Bright blue eyes peered at him through thick lashes. Castiel's eyes widened a little when he shifted more on Dean, his body almost covering Dean's.
Dean tried to suppress a groan as Castiel shifted over his erection. Heat flooded his body with the bit of sweet friction from the contact. "Um, it's around eight or something." Dean's brain was shutting off. This was the most sexual encounter he has ever had with Castiel and it was short circuiting his brain. No simple movement has ever made him want to come so quickly. No girl ever did that for him. Castiel was in a league of his own.
Castiel continued to stare at Dean, not believing what he was feeling at least in Dean's opinion. He had always done a good a job of hiding his arousal from Castiel. Now it was too late. He now knew and Dean couldn't take it back. Not that he really wanted to anyway. It was time to try and stop protecting Castiel and let him experience all that life has to offer the good and the bad.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned. Dean could guess what he was asking.
"Cas we don't have to do anything especially right now, but whenever you're ready we can take the next step." The words tasted weird on Dean's tongue. He never really discussed having sex with his partners before. They were always experienced. But Castiel was so different. So innocent and naïve which made Dean love him all the more. Castiel didn't say anything for a while. He stared at Dean's chest, not moving a muscle. Dean noticed his arousal hadn't subsided either. Without saying anything Castiel leaned up and kissed Dean. A sweet, innocent, chaste kiss that shot more blood to his already hard penis. Dean lightly licked the seam of Castiel's lips. Castiel let him into his warm cavern with a soft moan that made Dean's head spin. Castiel was already making a symphony of sounds and they barely started kissing. It was like the most wonderful drug in the world knowing that he was able to elicit those sounds from Castiel. Dean moved Castiel against the pillows, never breaking the kiss. Slowly he moved from Castiel's swollen pink lips down Castiel's neck, leaving small love bites along the way. His own way of letting anyone who wanted to know who Castiel was meant to be with.
Dean moved down the smooth chest that was quickly becoming his fascination when he found two pink nipples already hard with excitement. Dean smiled against Castiel's skin while he took a tentative lick to one nipple to see how sensitive the bud was. The response he got almost made him come in his boxers.
"Dean," Castiel gasped softly. "What was that?" Dean looked into eyes wide with wonder.
Instead of answering the question Dean licked the bud again, causing Castiel writhe beneath him. Castiel's hands threaded through Dean's hair, keeping him locked on his perfect target. Dean worked the other nipple with his hands while he tested adding a little bit of teeth to equation. Castiel bucked under him when he nipped at the hard nub with his teeth. Dean listened to what Castiel's body was telling him from the music he got from that delicious mouth to the quivering of Castiel's body did when Dean did something that Castiel responded to which was just about everything. Castiel was so responsive to the slightest touch. Dean was surprised he never noticed before.
Dean switched his attention from one nipple to the other until Castiel was grabbing his hair so tight it bordered on pain, not that Dean minded. It made him harder when Castiel gave short hard pulls to his hair, sending small zings to his cock. It throbbed hard against his boxers, straining to get out. He let his erection go without attention. Everything he was doing was for Castiel and no one else. Every response he received was enough to hold him until the next. Today was for Castiel.
Dean moved from Castiel's nipples, nipping and licking the salty sweet skin that made him never want to stop. No one's skin had ever tasted so good to him. He reveled in the wonderful skin as he explored the wonderful muscles that jumped against his tongue and touch. He splayed his hands against Castiel's skin, reaching to tweak a nipple every so often. Castiel moaned and vibrated under him, never letting anything stop him from voicing how good something felt. Dean reached Castiel's belly button and dipping his tongue in it. Castiel jumped beneath him.
"Dean, don't…think I can…last much…longer." Castiel panted, raising his head to look at Dean, who grinned at him. Castiel's pupil's almost swallowed the lovely blue color of his eyes. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and his cheeks were flushed. It was the most beautiful thing Dean had ever seen. He wanted nothing more than to rip off their remaining clothes and take Castiel right now, he held back reminding himself that this was all for Castiel to experience right now.
"I want you to come for me Cas, but not just yet. We haven't even got to the best part yet." Dean grinned against the most perfect skin and raised himself on his arms to kiss Castiel before moving to his main target. Castiel's erection was straining against its fabric prison. "Cas we don't have to go any further if you don't want to." Dean's hand hovered over the waist band on Castiel's boxers.
Castiel's eyes were bright with want, need, lust, and love. All mixed together making Castiel moan when Dean light touched the clothed cock that pulsed against his hand. "Dean, I need…" Castiel couldn't form the rest of the thought, Dean took care of the rest without anymore hesitation, he pulled off Castiel's boxers and watched as the freed cock slapped against Castiel's stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum. Dean couldn't help himself. He licked the pre-cum off Castiel's stomach, moaning as the burst of saltiness exploded across his tongue and what could be only described as Castiel's taste danced across his taste buds. His own erection threatened to erupt with the simple taste test.
Desperate to taste Castiel more, Dean bowed his head over the thick gorgeous cock and engulfed his angel's shaft. He relaxed his throat taking all that Castiel had to give. Castiel bucked, pushing more of his cock in Dean's throat. Dean hummed with excitement. Castiel's musky scent and taste was overwhelming. Sending his excitement over the edge. He pulled back a little using the flat of his tongue on the underside of Castiel's penis. Loving the wonderful sounds that Castiel made as Dean worked his erection. Castiel's hands found his hair again and started tugging on his hair whenever Dean let the slightest bit of teeth graze the burning cock.
"Dean can't hold on much longer." Castiel's voice was a rough whisper, sending small thrills up and down Dean's spine.
He let Castiel's cock fall from his mouth with a loud pop. "Not yet Cas. Not yet." Dean wanted time to explore Castiel's body a little more and give him the most pleasure he could.
Dean ran his tongue along Castiel's shaft while he used his hands to gently cup his balls. Dean looked up in time to see those pretty baby blues role in the back off Castiel's head.
"Good God what the hell was that?"
"Like that?"
"Yes." Castiel moaned as Dean swallowed Castiel's shaft again. He played with Castiel's globes a little more. Gently rolling them with his hands. He moved away from them, hand following Castiel's cleft to his most private entrance. He placed the tip of his finger against Castiel's entrance, letting the pucker flutter around his finger as slipped the digit slowly, waiting for any sign of discomfort from Castiel. He got the opposite of what he expecting. Castiel groaned at the foreign feeling, Dean let his finger stop, letting Castiel get used to it.
"Dean what?"
Dean let Castiel's cock fall from his lips again. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, are you crazy? More." Castiel looked desperate to come. His eyes were wide with need that Dean intended to give him.
Dean deep throated Castiel and let his finger move in and out of his opening, trying to find that bundle of nerves that would send Castiel over the edge. He was almost there himself and he hadn't even touched himself. He knew he found it when Castiel writhed under him. He smiled and continued to hit the Castiel's prostate while taking as much as Castiel's cock as he could. Castiel's found his own rhythm, pushing against Dean's finger and sending more his cock in Dean's mouth until he gave a hoarse shout and came in Dean's mouth. As soon as the first drop hit his tongue he came in his boxers. Dean greedily swallowed every last drop. He kissed the tip of Castiel's spent cock and smiled down at his angel.
"We have to do that again and soon." Castiel lay against the pillows, his whole body flushed with the afterglow of his orgasm.
"Oh, you better believe it because now that I've tasted you I can't ever stop."
Castiel blushed, adding to his beauty. He sat up and reached for Dean's boxers. Dean grabbed his hand and kissed the top of it, shaking his head. "But, what about you?"
"I came in my boxers when he had your orgasm. The first drop did me in."
Castiel flushed with pleasure at the omission. "Now it's to sleep before Sammy comes back."
Dean chucked his boxers, letting them land somewhere in the room. He laid next to Castiel, pulling him against his chest, eye lids heavy with exhaustion. "Thank you." He barely heard the words, but they made him smile curiously at the man in front of him.
"For what?"
"For finally letting me experience something wonderful that we can always share together from now on."
Dean hugged his angel closer to him, kissing the top of his head as he finally fell asleep.
He heard a loud gasp when he woke up. Sam was standing in the door with fast food bags spread across the floor. "What the hell? You could at least covers yourselves with the sheet."
"We have no reason to hide Sammy." Castiel turned around in his arms, hiding from a blushing Sam.
"Well next time put a sock on the door or something."
"Can do Sammy. Can do." Sam hastily shut the door and all that could be heard were Dean and Castiel's soft laughter as they fell back to sleep again ready to have another go when they woke up again.
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