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Cass on the Dash	By : CordeliaStJames Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Cass on the Dash
- 1
Warning: Dean/Castiel. Boys having sex. If you don’t like it turn back now.

Dean lay wide awake in the lumpy hotel bed staring at the ceiling in frustration. Sam had dropped into a dead sleep an hour ago, his soft snores doing nothing to help Dean relax.
He wasn’t even sure what his problem was. Normally he was the one who could sleep through anything. But tonight he was wired. Maybe it had been too long since they’d been on a hunt. Everything was too quiet. He was a man that ran on booze and adrenaline and the lack of one couldn’t be replaced by an overabundance of the other…no matter how hard he tried.
Dean stared longingly at the empty whiskey bottle on the bedside table. He’d drained the last drop twenty minutes earlier in an attempt to at least pass out drunk. But it hadn’t been enough. He was too frustrated, too tense, too…something. He needed a release of some kind.
A slow smile spread across his lips as the idea formed in his head. He slipped out of bed and pulled on his jeans and his shoes. As quietly as possible he grabbed his jacket from the chair he’d tossed it in, made sure the keys to the Impala were in the pocket, and crept out the door, closing it behind himself with the softest click he could manage.
He jogged to the car, sliding behind the wheel with a loving caress over the leather as he closed himself inside his baby. Glancing around the parking lot he realized he wasn’t going to be able to stay there. For maybe the first time ever they’d picked a hotel with functioning lot lights. He turned the key and smiled at the sound of the engine revving. Damn he loved his car.
Dean pulled out of the motel parking lot and headed away from the lights of the city. He wasn’t too familiar with the area, but he had to assume the darker the sky, the less populated it would be. After about twenty minutes he pulled into a dirt driveway of a house that looked to be about ten years abandoned. The grass and weeds in the front yard were high enough to block the Impala from view should anyone happen to drive by. He felt pretty secluded considering he hadn’t seen another vehicle since he’d left the hotel.
He turned off the car and leaned back in the seat, trying to relax and conjure an image that would get his own engine revving. Images flashed through his head like channels changing on a television until finally settling on a face that had been starring in many of his recent fantasies.
Dean rubbed himself hard through his jeans, eyes firmly closed as he imagined Castiel’s hands were on him instead. He licked his lips, wishing he could taste the angel’s tongue, feel his body pressed hard against him.
With a frustrated sigh Dean unbuttoned his jeans, shifting his hips to pull the pants down and free his aching cock to the cool night air. His fingers wrapped around the hot flesh, palm slowly rubbing up and down his shaft. Precum dripped from his tip, slicking his hand as he continued to pump it firmly.
Scenes shifted through Dean’s mind as he touched himself. Castiel’s fingers clenched in his hair, pulling his head back to kiss him forcefully. Cas bent over a motel bed, his ass open and ready for Dean’s cock. The angel’s mouth, hot and wet, wrapped around Dean’s shaft, licking, sucking, teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh.
“Dean.”
The visions were so vivid Dean could almost hear Cas calling his name, that deep voice ringing in his ears. So stoic, so forceful. He wondered if the angel would remain that stiff in the throes of passion or if he would be able to finally let go.
“Dean.”
Louder now, as if Castiel were sitting right next to him. Dean slowed the motion of his hand, he was so close to coming, his balls were tight and just this side of painful as release threatened to overtake him. He didn’t want to come yet, he wanted to hold the image of Cas in his mind as long as he could first. Wanted to relish the sound of the angel’s voice calling his name into the night.
“Dean!”
Opening his eyes in horror Dean finally realized he hadn’t been imaging Castiel’s voice, the angel really was in the car with him.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean grumbled as he struggled to pull his jeans back up. “What the hell, Cas?”
“You called me,” Castiel said, confusion obvious in his tone.
“What?” Dean wiped his hand down his thigh and tried to avoid the angel’s gaze. “No I didn’t.”
“You did,” Cas said firmly. “You said my name several times.”
Dean figured that was entirely possible. He’d been thinking so hard about the angel it would make sense that he may have accidentally said Cas’ name out loud.
“Sorry Cas,” he mumbled, eyes fixed to the dashboard. “Obviously it was a mistake.”
“Dean, were you…were you thinking of me while you were touching yourself?” Castiel asked.
Dean could feel the angel’s gaze on him but he couldn’t look back and didn’t know how to answer that question. Castiel’s hand on his finally made him glance over and he was shocked to see that Castiel was only inches from his face.
“Do you think of me that way often?” Cas asked. When Dean didn’t answer he continued. “I think of you that way. All the time. It is…distracting. And often painful. Before Jimmy vacated this body I believed it was his lust for you that made this vessel react this way. But since he has been gone, it seems to actually occur more frequently.”
Dean didn’t know how to respond to that revelation, but he didn’t have to. Castiel closed the small distance between them, taking Dean’s face in his hands and pressing his lips to the Winchester’s mouth.
It was a quick, awkward kiss, but it was Castiel’s lips on his and Dean’s heart leapt to his throat. He’d never thought that this would actually happen. Never believed the angel could actually feel anything toward him.
“Was that all right?” Cas asked as he retreated to the passenger side of the car. “I am not experienced with human sexuality. I know that I want to please you, but I do not understand how.”
“That was great Cas,” Dean said, running a hand through his hair. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Or at all. I mean, if you’re just doing this because you think that I want to-“
“Dean,” Castiel interrupted. “Just because I do not know how to instigate contact, or how to bring pleasure, does not mean I don’t understand the feelings behind those actions. I know love and lust. I’ve felt both for you long enough to know that this is what I want. I will just need your help following through. I do want you Dean Winchester.”
“I feel bad having your first time be in a car,” Dean said with a sigh. “I…I love you too Cas. If we’re going to do this, I’d like to do it properly.”
Castiel smiled and put a hand to Dean’s cheek, cupping it while running his thumb over the thick stubble lining the man’s jaw.
“This car is more your home than anywhere. You love her and you love me. I believe this is the perfect place for us to consummate. I would like for us all to share this experience together.”
For an angel who claimed not to understand much about humanity, he sure did get Dean better than most people did. The Winchester’s had always thought it was sort of adorable when Castiel tried to figure out emotions and reactions of the people around him. But it struck Dean in that moment that when it came to him and Sam, Cas just…knew.
“Should we be naked?” Castiel asked, interrupting Dean’s thoughts.
“Well eventually yeah,” Dean answered with a smirk. “You in a hurry or something?”
“Now that we are here, I find that I am…impatient. There is this feeling in my stomach, no deeper than that, this clawing need inside of me. I need you Dean. I need to feel you touch me, feel you inside of me. I’ve waited too long.”
Dean nodded his agreement as he awkwardly shrugged out of his jacket. He reached for the bottom hem of his t-shirt, tugging the material over his head and tossing it on top of the coat now laying in the back seat.
As the man behind the wheel kicked off his shoes and shimmied the rest of the way out of his jeans, Castiel began methodically undressing as well. Slowly removing the trench coat and placing it gingerly over the backseat, unbuttoning his shirt with slightly shaking fingers, sliding his feet from his loafers.
Dean watched the angel with a small smile tugging at his lips. This was part of what he loved about the man. His deliberateness in everything he did. Slow, careful steps for everything. He wanted to act human so badly sometimes, that he over-thought everything he did.
But the eldest Winchester had no desire to make Castiel move faster. He could have sat and watched the angel undress all night. As inch by inch more of the alabaster skin became exposed, Dean’s cock started growing thicker, heavier, the tip weeping against his stomach.
Finally, or possibly too soon, Cas was completely naked. He looked shyly over at Dean, his hands in his lap as if to cover his massive erection.
Dean tried to look reassuring as he slid closer to the angel. He pinned Cas’ chin between his fingers and tilted the man’s face to kiss him. Their tongues touched, tentatively at first but as Castiel quickly grew more comfortable, their mouths were almost warring together, teeth gnashing as they each poured their passion into the kiss.
Grabbing Cas’ thighs Dean urged the man to straddle his lap, his arms wrapping around the angel’s waist as Castiel continued to kiss the Winchester as if Dean were suddenly the air he needed to survive.
Their bodies slick with sweat, pressure building in both of them, Dean had to wonder if they were going to make it any farther than where they were. Every time Cas shifted his hips, their cocks would rub against each other and Dean thought he might come from just that tiny amount of friction. He was going crazy finally having the angel almost where he wanted him. He didn’t want to rush Castiel, but he didn’t know how much more he could take.
“Dean,” Cas breathed against the man’s lips. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“I don’t have any lube,” Dean realized out loud. “We can’t do this if you’re not totally prepared. I won’t hurt you. Not your first time.” His body shook with need but he meant what he’d said. He wasn’t going to ruin this by pushing Cas when he wasn’t ready for it.
“I am…prepared,” Castiel said slowly, as if tasting the words to make sure they were right. He smiled when he saw the confusion in Dean’s eyes. “Being an angel has its benefits. I promise you, I am ready to take you inside of me.”
Dean groaned as Cas shifted his hips again, laying back against the dashboard, watching Dean, waiting for the man to make that final move to connect them. With a shaking hand Dean gripped his cock, positioning the tip against Castiel’s opening. His gaze was glued to the angel’s face as he slowly pushed himself inside.
Castiel hadn’t been lying, his ass was lubed and the muscles were tight, but pliant. Dean was sucked into Cas’ heat inch by inch, the grip around his shaft so tight, so hot, so…perfect. The angel moved down against his lover until he was completely seated in Dean’s lap again. Knowing that the Winchester wasn’t going to move until he was absolutely sure Castiel was ready for it, the angel took matters into his own hands.
He rolled his hips back then forward, smiling proudly when Dean emitted a guttural growl. Knowing from the look on his lover’s face that it was a good noise the angel continued to rock, up and down, up and down, up and down. Dean’s head flew back against the seat, his fingers gripped tightly into Cas’ thighs as both men’s moans filled the car.
“Dean,” Castiel said with half a sob. “Dean I need…please touch…”
Dean’s hand wrapped firmly around Cas’ cock, his thumb spreading precum around the tip before sliding up and down the angel’s shaft. Castiel’s ass clenched hard, making Dean come, screaming obscenities into the night as his cock jumped and twitched inside Cas.
His rhythm on the angel’s member faltered but Castiel was too close to care. Pressure was building inside his body and he felt as if he were seconds from blowing apart.
“Close your eyes,” he grunted to Dean as he felt his resolve cracking.
“I want to watch you-“
“Close your eyes!” Cas screamed as he pushed his palms over Dean’s lids and the world exploded into light.
The windows of the car smashed outward, glass blowing out into all directions as the night was turned to white hot day around the Impala. Thick, hot ropes of come splashed over Dean’s fingers and onto his stomach as Cas struggled not to scream his true voice into the cabin of the car. He’d damaged enough without destroying his lover’s ear drums as well.
Castiel collapsed onto Dean’s chest as night reclaimed the darkness and the world stilled around them. The opening bars of “Ramble On” began to filter through the car’s speakers and a rumble of laughter escaped Dean’s lips.
“You like this song.” Cas turned his face to place a kiss on Dean’s throat.
“I like you,” Dean said, holding him tightly and pressing his lips to the angel’s head.
“I’m sorry about your car,” Castiel said as he sat up to survey the damage.
“S’alright,” Dean murmured. “She’s been through worse.”
“We should bathe,” Castiel said suddenly. “Should I take us back to the motel?”
“No, I can drive,” Dean said with a sigh and a groan as Castiel removed himself from his lap. “I don’t want to leave the car here just in case someone noticed that atomic bomb go off.”
“What bomb?” Cas looked around in confusion.
“You.” Dean laughed. “In case anyone noticed that violently bright orgasm you just had.” He opened the car door and stepped out into the dewy grass to get dressed, carefully avoiding the pebbled glass he could see by the light of the Impala’s overhead bulb. Castiel stayed in the car, struggling into his pants and shoes, leaving the rest of his clothes on the seat. His skin was still on fire and he didn’t feel like putting his coat on.
Dean climbed back behind the wheel and turned the engine. He leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Castiel’s lips. The angel smiled then settled back against the seat as Dean drove his two favorite babies back to the hotel.
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