Destiel- Drive me Crazy (Completed)

Champagne and Secrets

I could barely contain my excitement as i made my way through the deserted corridors of our hotel. I knew i was acting like a lovesick virgin, but i didn't have the inclination to care. Once i found his room, I composed myself and unlocked the door, shutting it carefully behind me. 
"Dean?" I called quietly. 
"In bed" He called back, beckoning me. I turned the corner and found him sitting under the covers with two glasses of champagne. "I'm more of a beer drinker, but i have to respect the drama and panache of a bottle of bubbly." He smiled.
I shucked off my jacket and yanked my shoes off, practically running to the bed. I sat on top at first, taking the glass gracefully, and clinking our glasses. Dean drank his all in one, i watched him with both intrigue and concern. 
"Nervous much?" I chuckled. He nodded and set his glass down. "We don't have to do this you know... if you're not ready i mean"
"No, i want to. Really want to, I'm just... i dunno, i feel like a fucking virgin again, like i don't know what I'm doing, like I'm gonna get it wrong..."
"You could never get it wrong." I whispered, leaning in to kiss him. "Trust me."
"Well then i think you're wearing a few too many layers for what i had in mind" He chuckled, back to his usual, cocky self. I smiled and pulled my socks and t-shirt off. Dean's eyes lit up and he ran a finger down my chest, from the hollow of my neck to the dip of my hipbones. I shuddered. For someone who claimed to feel like a virgin, he certainly didn't act like it, he knew exactly what to do to make my body light up. 
I pulled the duvet back to find Dean was already in his boxers, feeling overdressed, i shirked my jeans too, then crawled onto his lap. He sat up slightly and i nestled into his lap, rolling my hips experimentally. 
"Cas.." He hummed, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. "How are we- like which way- how does this work with like..."
"Shhh" I whispered, nibbling his ear and kissing the soft flesh it behind it, remembering how he like it last time. "Stop over thinking this. Relax" Dean nodded, his hands skirting along my sides and resting on my hipbones. He kissed my collar, then up my throat, my jaw, finally reaching my lips where he bit my lip gently. 
"I think i can do that" He smiled, hooking his arms under mine, splaying his hands across my back and rolling us over so that he hovered over me. It must have been instinctive, but his leg slotted between mine, giving me friction as he dipped to kiss me. Between frantic, lustful kisses, I slid my hand down Dean's chest, caressing his muscles on the way to the waistband of his boxers. I was pushing aside the fabric when his phone rang. We broke apart suddenly and stared at the little device buzzing around on the side table. Dean reached over my and declined the call, kissing me apologetically. I shrugged, smiled, and pulled him in for a longer kiss. 
The phone rang again.
"UGGHH!" Dean growled, snatching the phone off the side and looking at the number. His expression changed immediately. "Shit. I'm so sorry, I need to take this." He shimmied off me, leaving me cold and flustered, and rushed to the bathroom. Suddenly exposed, vulnerable, and alone, I sat up and hugged my legs to myself. Dean must have forgotten how think Hotel walls were, because i heard every word of his conversation. 
"This really isn't a good time- Uh, drinks with the pit crew, I've uh, got a bet running with the hot bartender, need to go- What?!- Shit, really? Is he okay?- I'm so sorry sweetie, i wish could be home to comfort you- I miss you too- No, it's okay, I'll talk to you in a few hours- Love you two."

I didn't need to hear his excuses, i mean i know we weren't dating, but i at least deserved the truth from him. What even was i to him if he already had someone he 'loved'. I remembered then, why i hated Dean Winchester. He didn't care about anyone but himself. He didn't stop to consider how i would have felt, being his side piece, all that bullshit about being a scared baby gay was just to get me to feel sorry for him so he could fuck me and use it against me somehow. I should have known!
By the time Dean came out of the bathroom, i was headed for the door, fully dressed but holding my shoes, i had wanted a quick escape before he came out but i wasn't quite quick enough.
"Cas? Where are you-" With my free hand, i slapped him as hard as a could. 
"Two-timing fucker. I don't know what you thought this was between us, but i thought it was friendship, at the least, and then you go and-" I was too enraged to get out a full sentence, especially with Dean standing there looking like he had no idea what i was saying.
"Cas, what did i do? Please, don't go..." He reached for my arm but i yanked it away and glared at him with all the hate i could muster.
"What did you do?! Who was that? On the phone? Huh? Your girlfriend? No, wife-" Dean looked so genuinely appalled by my insinuation that for a moment i doubted myself. 
"No. God no. I'm not with anyone. I'm with you Cas, i want to be with you"
"Then who was that!" 
"That was- it was my-" Dean took a heavy sigh and leant against the wall. "That was my daughter"