The Footman

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April, 1913

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and let his mouth fall open. His breath was short and heavy and his entire body shook with pleasure. He moaned in small spurts and shuddered with each touch.

Castiel's mouth, his fingers, his skin, his everything. Castiel was so beautiful before him, but every time Dean looked away he forget the face. He took of Dean's shirt, button by button, teasing Dean. His hot fingers trailed down the green eyed man's torso and he smiled when he let Dean's length free. Heated kisses. Skin between teeth ever so lightly. Tongue to his most sensitive skin.

Dean woke up with a jolt of sweat and heat. His breath came in short gasps. He looked around him breathlessly. His room was painted with moonlight and the window opposite from his bed was half opened letting in a slight breeze. Dean saw he had a pulsing erection and his sheets were drenched in sweat. He was shirtless, like how he always slept but his pants were just as wet as his sheets.

Dean jumped out of bed. He didn't know what to do. He hadn't had a wet dream in a while. He hadn't orgasmed or even masturbated in a while. He swallowed. If he went into the family bathroom, the one on the floor his room was, Sam could want to come in. Dean didn't know how long it would take him to come. He could take a shower and do it, or just eliminate it but then he would get questions in the morning. Jessica was staying at their house, too. He couldn't do that.

He looked down, he could always just let it die down but as he said that a wave of heat spread from his body again. His length hurt so bad, he needed release. He could go down to the servants' bathrooms. Even if someone knocked he could always use the excuse that someone upstairs was using the bathroom.

Dean quietly made his way downstairs. Maybe going up and down the stairs would give him time for the erection to go down. Maybe.

Dean very quickly made his way down the hall and just as quickly turned the corner to the bathrooms. He put one hand on the doorknob as someone from the other side did the same. The door was opened quickly and Dean practically tripped in surprise, face first into Castiel who stood just as surprised.

"Oh!" Castiel said putting out his hands to catch Dean. And there they were. Castiel's hands on Dean's chest and Dean's arms awkwardly slightly around him and also slightly not. They stood there for a moment, their eyes locked and lungs tight.

"I-I'm sorry." Castiel breathed, blinking himself out of the stare. Dean didn't say anything, he was too surprised to say anything. Castiel frowned and Dean followed his eyes down to where their bodies met. Dean pushed Castiel off him and and stopped breathing. Castiel realized what was happening in Dean's pants and his eyes went wide. "Oh, I didn't know! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He put his hand over his face.

Dean's face went red in embarrassment and he ran his fingers through his hair. "Cas, don't cover your eyes. No, I'm the one who's sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, keep your voice down, god dammit."

Castiel pulled his hand away warily and looked over at Dean. Dean wet his lips and went inside the bathroom where the footman stood. He closed the door quirky and winced at his boner that was starting to die down. He turned himself away from Cas and breathes heavily for a moment.

"Dean, I can leave you alone so you can-" Castiel flicked his blue eyes to Dean's waist for a moment. "-so you can take care of that."

Dean glanced over at Cas for a moment, "No, I can get over it. Just give me a god damn second, alright?"

Cas nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. Dean turned his head and looked at his footman. He hadn't really noticed what he was wearing. Cas wore a loose fitted shirt and he wore what looked like to be boxer shorts, most likely his underwear. Dean felt a sudden wash of chills go over his body and he turned away.

"Dean," Castiel said again in that gruff voice that made Dean's skin go warm. "Dean, I swear to god I am going back to bed. Just take care of yourself. Okay?"

Dean swallowed. He was a little surprised at the sudden cursing from Cas, but it kind of turned him on. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry." Suddenly the green eyed man felt uncomfortable. He didn't want to be there anymore and he wished it had all disappeared.

Castiel put a hand on Dean's shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this. Okay? You're safe with me." All the unwanted feelings disappeared with the reassurance of the presence of Castiel. Castiel made Dean feel warm and that was good and Dean wasn't going to let that go. But not being reassured Castiel felt warm about Dean or even liked Dean hurt.

Dean nodded, "Thank you."