50 Shades of Destiel

Part Eleven

Letting out a sigh, Castiel moved for the tenth time in his bed, not being able to sleep for the past few hours. He had woken up a few hours ago and hadn't been able to fall back asleep since then. He rolled onto his back, putting his forearm under his head as he stared at the ceiling, letting out another sigh.

With a groan, he sat up, giving up on trying to fall back asleep. His eyes went to the clock, seeing it was almost five a.m. He scanned his room, looking around for something to do. His easel sat folded up in the corner, unused since he moved in.

He pulled himself out of his bed, moving across the room and began setting up the easel. With it up, he pulled it towards the bed and sat a canvas on it, the height shorter than the width, grabbing his box of paints and sat it next to him, pulling the little drawer filled with brushes out of the easel, setting that on the opposite side of him. In the bottom of the box, there was a towel spotted with colors that he sat in his lap as he stared at the canvas with blank eyes. With a deep breath, he allowed the inspiration to flow into him.

He pulled a jar of light blue paint from the box and dipped a large brush into it, sliding it across the top half of the canvas. With the light blue base placed, he used white on a medium brush and black on a tiny brush, he made a wood texture, painting the porch from his memory when he stood in the doorway, staring out at the backyard. He mixed greens, blues and yellows, completing the image in his head before pausing, staring at it, feeling like something was missing.

He started with a body, dressed in blue jeans and a black tee shirt, the body facing out towards the water but his head was turned slightly so he could see half of his face, filling in the details of Dean's face, green eyes and light brown hair, one hand up in his hair, the sun lighting up his face. Cas spent most of his time shading it properly, setting each brush in the towel .

"Very nice." Castiel jumped, turning his head to the side to see Dean standing at the side of the bed, eyes on the painting. Castiel felt himself blush as he hung his head, screwing the tops back onto the jars.

"I didn't hear you come in..." he muttered, closing the box and returned the drawer to the easel. Dean remained silent, crossing his arms as he continued to stare at the painting, Castiel getting off the bed, looking over Dean. Dean had a container in his hand, but Castiel couldn't see what it was. He stood there in a white dress shirt and black dress pants. Castiel thought that he had never seen Dean in anything other than dress clothes. Cas stepped so that he was standing in front of Dean. Castiel was still shirtless and in his pajama pants, hands in his pockets as he blushed.

"You were distracted." Dean told him, still staring at the painting. "Did you just do that out of memory?" he asked. Castiel nodded then hung his head, staring at the ground as he continued blushing. "You put a lot of detail into it for something just from memory." he noted. Castiel nodded.  Dean tore his eyes away from the painting and stared at Cas, lifting one arm to brush the back of his fingers against Castiel's cheek. "Why would you become a lawyer when you're a wonderful artist?" Dean whispered, cocking his head to the side as he stared into Castiel's eyes.

"My parents saw it as a stupid hobby. Nothing more. Nothing that could go potentially lead me to a successful life like the rest of the family..." He sighed. Dean trailed Castiel's body with his eyes. "It has always been all about success with them." he added quietly. Dean trailed his fingers down Castiel's chest as he nodded, mumbling something under his breath.

"That's a shame..." Dean sighed, stopping his fingers at the hem of Castiel's pajama pants, pulling on them slightly. "I don't work today. I'm going to lunch with a friend. Would you care to join?" Dean asked. Castiel cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow as Dean took a step forward, pressing his hips against Cas'.

"I thought you said no dates?" Castiel whispered. Dean smirked, kissing Cas gently, turning him so he sat Castiel on the bed, pulling away.

"It isn't a date." Dean told him, slowly moving closer and closer until he slowly climbed on Castiel's lap, his knees on the bed on each side of Cas. "Just a group of friends having lunch." he added quietly, biting his bottom lip, running his hand through Cas' hair. 

"Alright...I'll go." Cas whispered, mesmerized by his green eyes.

Dean pressed down on Castiel's shoulder until he laid back on the bed, staring up at Dean as Dean's eyes looked over Castiel hungrily, his hands trailing down Castiel's torso. Dean leaned over and kissed CAstiel, gently biting his bottom lip before pulling away.

With a quick movement, Dean flipped Castiel onto his stomach and got off the bed, pulling Castiel's pants off as he dragged Cas back so his legs were off the bed. Castiel looked over his shoulder, seeing Dean open the container and put some on his fingers before shoving them inside of Castiel tossing the container to the side.  Dean reached over and grabbed Castiel by the hair, shoving his head into the bed as he unbuttoned his dress pants. 

He thrusted into Castiel quickly, without hesitation, going quickly immediately. Cas gripped the bed sheet, Dean digging his nails into Castiel's back. He thrusted over and over. He pulled Castiel's head up, leaning as close as he could.

"I can't keep my hands off you..." Dean whispered through his teeth, thrusting deeply into Castiel, still holding Castiel by his hair but he pressed his head into the bed again.  He trailed his free hand down CAstiel's side, pulling his  down as he pulled out, flipping Castiel back onto his back, staring down into his eyes hungrily. HE thrusted into Cas again, lifting his legs up onto his shoulders.

He slowed the thrusting as he trailed his hands down Castiel's torso, eyes following. Dean leaned down so he could slowly kiss Castiel's lips, both of their eyes closing. Dean moved his hands to cup Cas' ass as Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's neck. When Cas opened his eyes, he saw Dean was staring down at him as he bit down on Castiel's bottom lip.