Supernatural Oneshots

26. He'll Never Know

TW: No super explicit smut, but there is some detail

Dean pov:

I walked through the entire bunker, looking for Cas. My room was empty, Sam's room was empty, Cas' room was empty, the kitchen was empty, the garage, the map room, the library, the dungeon... I even walked through each hallway yelling his name, but all the rooms were empty other than Sam sitting in the library reading.

"Dude, what are you doing? If he's not here, he's probably just out on a run or maybe a case." I heard Sam's voice as I walked towards the library. "No, he said he'd be here. And he's not here." I sat down, opening a beer. "He's probably just running late, Dean. Sometimes, he is just late." Sam tried to reason.

"No, Sam. He's not just late. He's an angel. He has wings. He can fly." I shook my head at Sam's stupidity. Obviously, Cas could fly. So why would he be late?

Cas pov:

I was sitting in the library next to Sam while I listened to Dean yell my name and run throughout the bunker, looking for me. It was pretty hilarious knowing I was sitting right here the whole time. Finally, when Dean sat down, I decided to show myself, scaring both Sam and Dean. "Hello, Dean." Dean flinched, "Cas, where the hell were you, man? I was looking for you." I tried to hold back a smile, "Sorry, I was just running late." To which Sam nodded and gestured towards me, "see? I told you he was running late."

Dean threw his hands in the air, an annoyed look on his face before sighing, "Ok, whatever. Let's just do this."

We had planned to summon Crowley and get some answers again. Even though we all knew, we probably wouldn't get very far.

~~~~~~~After Crowley left~~~~~~~~~

Dean pov:

'Finally, Crowley left, his voice gave me a headache.' I thought to myself as I layed back in my bed. "Cas.. come here, let's talk about what to do next." I prayed, but... Cas didn't show. He used to be flakey when I'd pray for him, but that was pretty soon after we met... maybe he was just busy.

I slowly started to drift off to sleep before I heard Cas' voice. "Hello, Dean." For some reason, this sent shivers up my spine and caused my face to heat up. I opened my eyes to find an empty room surrounding me, so I let my mind wander.

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Dean started thinking about Cas and him having a family... then soon, his thoughts drifted to something not so wholesome. Without realizing it, these thoughts caused a tent to start growing in his jeans. He couldn't help but slowly start grinding into the feeling.

Cas was silently watching this, standing just a few feet in front of Dean, invisible to the human eye. His jaw was dropped, and he felt his face get hot. 'I shouldn't...' he thought as he wondered what Dean was thinking about. Soon, his curiosity got the better of him, and he looked into Deans thoughts. He quickly pushed himself out of Deans thoughts after seeing himself and Dean having intercourse. "Wow.. Dean.." he accidentally spoke out loud... there was no going back now.

Deans eyes quickly shot open, looking around the still empty room. He breathed a sigh of relief until he heard shuffling in front of him. Cas had gotten on his knees by the side of the bed, slowly bringing his hand to Deans lap and running his finger along the stitching where fabric meets the zipper. This caused Dean to gasp out a quiet moan. "Shh, Dean, it's ok." Cas said quietly. "Cas? Where are you?" Dean said, trying to stay quiet although he was slightly panicked.

"I'm right here, just relax." Cas said, his voice smooth as he became visible again. "Oh... how much did you see?" Dean asked, half hoping Cas had seen everything. "I followed you in here after Crowley left." Dean nodded, "Uh... why are you touching me?" Cas looked down at his hand, firmly pressed against Deans lap.

"Well, you seem to enjoy it." Cas shrugged. Dean let out a shuddered breath, "Just get up here." Cas quickly stood up and got in bed with Dean before Dean pulled him into a rough make-out session. They slept together that night, Cas falling asleep in Deans bed afterward.

Dean pov:

I woke up groggy, rolling over to find Cas in bed with me. I nearly panicked before I realized we were both naked. Last night... right. I kissed his forehead before getting dressed and heading to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

"Hey Sammy, morning." I gave Sam a small nod when I saw him sitting at the kitchen table. "Hey, Dean. I can't find anything on what Crowley told us." Sam rested his head on his hand after he took a sip of his own coffee.

"Maybe we're just not looking hard enough. We do have hundreds of books around here. It has to be in one of them." Sam nodded as he heard me speak. I sat down across from him so we could talk more about the lore we were looking for.

"Do you think uh..." I got cut off by a gasp as I flinched, feeling hands on the back of my neck trailing down my chest under my loose robe. "Dean? You alright?" Sam urged, raising an eyebrow. "Yea, sorry. I don't know what that was. Do you think maybe Crowley was lying to us?" I looked away, trying to hide the fact that Cas' touches were already doing something to me.

Sam thought for a moment, "Yea, I guess he could've been lying. But haven't we gotten past that with him?"

I could barely hear Sam's voice anymore... too lost in the feeling of Cas running his hands up and down my body. I heard his voice inside my head, "Scoot your chair closer to the table." Without thinking, I scooted close to the table, still accidentally ignoring Sam. I hadn't realized he was just staring at me, waiting for my answer.

"Oh. Right, yea. I mean, we're way past that, but who knows... it's Crowley, right? Oh fuck.." I felt Cas grab onto my dick under the table.

"Dean? You ok, man? You're acting really weird." Sam went to look under the table before I answered, "IM OK, im good, don't worry. I'm just a little tired, I guess." Sam gave me a weird look but left it alone as he continued to read the lore.

Sam pov:

Dean was acting... odd. Very odd. He obviously didn't want me to look under the table... wait...

"Cas, are you under the table?" I lowered my eyebrows, making eye contact with Dean to see how he'd react. To my surprise, Cas actually crawled out from under the table. "Hello, Sam." My jaw dropped, Dean looked embarrassed as all hell, and Cas was just standing there, naked.

"You're naked, Cas. Have you been walking around the bunker naked when we can't see you?" This was the most hilarious thing ever, naked Cas... under the table... ew.

"Yes, I have found it's more comfortable that way. Less restricting, clothes are very tight." Cas reasoned. "Ok, go put some clothes on and have some coffee with us." Cas nodded and left the room. As soon as he couldn't be seen anymore, I learned closer to Dean. "Are you serious? Right in front of me? In the kitchen too? What are you, an animal?" Dean looked surprised at me for talking about it.

"It's not my fault, I was talking to you. He was invisible, I felt his hands on my shoulders, then he was under the table. Even if I wanted to stop him, I had no idea how to start." I rolled my eyes, "whatever dude, explain boundaries to him. And that it's gross to have sex around other people."

I'm sorry this one's kinda really bad, I wasn't super into this one all that much. It seemed like a great idea, and then I got so much less into it. Hope you enjoyed it anyway.