Dean and Castiel Winchester

Chapter 9

Castiels POV

I awoke to light, hot breath and the presence of another body. My head was pounding and suddenly stopping up for art didn't seem like such a good idea, but my work had gone, my sketching pad, pencils and rubber was no longer strewn around my thighs. My black hair was slightly slung over my eyes leaving my vision limited to that only around the black strands.My arms were cold, only just now realising my hoodie was no longer covering the scars and fresh cuts on my arms. The cold made them sting a little, only to realise it was not the cold, but the air conditioning that seemed to hang right above my bed. I sat up, determined not to drop back off to sleep; since it was summer, it was practically impossible to tell what time in the morning it was. the only way I could tell it was morning from the shadows in the room. Although, sitting up only caused a large wave of pain to flash through my head then dim to the aching that seemed to make everything buzz and become hazy.

The person beside me moaned before muttering something which sounded like it was supposed to be, "Morning Cassie." except the person was extremely tired and sounded nothing like Gabriel's voice, the one I was expecting, when Gabriel had nightmares he would usually crawl into my bed. This was not Gabriel. For the first time since waking up I looked back to see gorgeous, sleepy, green eyes. Then messy short mucky blonde hair. Then a bare torso and a pair of muscular arms. One was laid where I had been laid before, the other placed on his forehead trying to block out the blinding light. He was smiling cheekily, the smile he did when he was going to steal something from you, the smile a child would do before trying to tickle you.
Dean Winchester, the boy who had unfortunately got me head over heels; the boy who had taken me away from the hellhole that would be high school; the boy that was sleeping in my bed, next to me, in my bed. Dean Winchester had woke up next to me. Oh my god. Dean Winchester was next to me and smiling up at me. My headache started to fade and the buzzing got quieter and the haziness? What haziness? My stomach filled with butterflies. Words got stuck in my throat. All I could do is smile. My headache was gone, the coldness replaced with warm fuzziness. I felt paralyzed, I didn't want to move in case it was all a dream. He moved his hand to draw circles on my lower back. My head could not structure a sentence, my pulse had started to race. I felt as if I was on cloud nine....

That was until his fingers wrapped around my arm, bringing me back down to earth. This hellhole, the crap life I had, the choices I had made. The cuts on my arm. I tried to pull away but he had wrapped one arm around my bicep, the other. Well, he was touching every cut. Running his fingers across every one. I was so ashamed, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes, the shooting pain flash across my head and then down to my stomach. They both stayed. They didn't dull or fade, just become scrutinizing pain. The pain of my father hitting me and beating me, the pain of my mother dyeing, the pain I saw in Michaels eyes every single time he saw me. The pain of having a crappy life.
I turned my head away from Dean, I didn't want him to see me cry, he had seen my cuts, my art, my house, my family. He had seen practically everything, but I was not letting him see me cry, not like this, not now. My head was now pounding again, my stomach churning and I felt like I was going to vomit. My heart rate increasing as well as my temperature. I wanted so badly to escape, to run out of the room and call Lucifer to come and pick me up. To run away. However, it was only at this point reality actually came to my head. Dean had seen my cuts, he had crawled into bed with me, he was now caressing my arm. He wasn't running away yet. I didn't understand, why wasn't he laughing or looking at me like I was a dead puppy. His expression had not moved an inch. Why?

He pulled himself up, not untangling our arms. It felt nice to have him this close, especially with him being topless. It was selfish and I shouldn't have been fantasying about him; him grabbing me, kissing me, biting me, touching me. I shouldn't have done that. But I couldn't help myself. The heat in my cheeks rising left a red blush. Dean did not help what so ever. I was so fixed on the fantasises, I wasn't paying attention to the Dean right next to me. His breath was warm and moist against the crook of my neck. His perfectly full lips nearly touching my neck, his chest pressed up against my back and his legs laid out next to mine, his though were under the covers. The pounding in my head was replaced by the deafening sound of my heart beat and his hot heavy breaths, as well as mine. My neck prickling and tingling where his breath was touching it; not the bad tingling, the tingling that left you feeling extremely warm and cosy.
He finally pressed his lips against my neck, causing me to let out a sharp breath that I didn't even realize I was holding in. It was amazing, the tingle that it caused, the warmth that spread through my body.  He nipped at my neck with his teeth, it was unexpected but extremely pleasant, a moan escaping my lips showing Dean how I felt.  He smiled against my neck and pulled away slightly before chuckling to himself extremely lightly. I could feel his cheeky smile, it almost radiated a feeling, it was very entertaining. "So you like that the Angel Boy?" He muttered, every syllable pushing another breath onto my skin. I liked his voice very much, his husky, rough, voice that was amazing but impossible to describe. I also liked this nickname, I liked it very much. A smile started to crawl upon my lips.  Before answering, it slipped out very quietly, almost getting stuck in my throat, but I managed to squeeze out a, "Maybe." Dean slipped his arm from around my bicep, he then brought my chin and turned my head very gently so I was face to face with the sparkling, green eyes, that I admired and loved very much.  His eyes were flickering from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes. I knew that my lips were chapped and cracked and skin bitten off them.  They were not in the best state. Dean however did not seem phased. He leaned in until our lips were nearly touching, once again feeling his hot breath against my skin. I was smiling now, very much. A smile that was so pure if my internal organs could smile, they would be right now. 
"Ugh," I laughed, "You're such a tease." I couldn't stand it much longer, I shut my eyes and closed the gap. His lips were soft and gentle. At first it was all very gentle, like in a fairy tale. But I knew fairy tales didn't end well, I didn't want a fairy tale and I am pretty sure Dean read my mind at that moment, he moved his arms and somehow managed to place me on his lap. I wasn't complaining but I once again did take me by surprise.  This caused me to gasp, Dean, the handsome little devil, took this chance to gain entry and explore my mouth. He now hand his hands on my waist. I enjoyed the experience very much, the fact that Dean tasted like Jolly Ranchers made it even better. His chest raised and fell under my hand and fingertips, he was slightly feverish to touch, but nothing extremely bad.  Our mouths moved in sync, him taking the lead slightly but not to the point where he was obviously dominating me. It was amazing, to feel this close and connected to someone...

And for a first kiss, it wasn't bad.

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Dean had taken me to this lake, it was absolutely beautiful, and romantic; driving through trees to get to a clear out where the clearest lake and oh my lord, it was magnificent. No one had ever taken just me somewhere before, so for this to happen, my boyfriend, sorry the word boyfriend gets me all excited, to bring just me somewhere, somewhere as beautiful as this, especially when we were already on a road trip, it was perfect, amazing, almost like a fairy tale.
While I was too busy admiring the beauty of this place, Dean had stripped down to his boxers, "Hey! Slow coach! You enjoying the view?" He stood right in front of the impala, his toned body gleaming in the sunlight. I couldn't help but have my jaw drop, I mean I had seen him like this before but God, I wanted him so bad.
He did his signature smirk then started to move his hands towards the waistband of his boxers, then half shouting/ half singing:
"I know you want me, hey!
I know I wantcha
I know you want meeeee
I know I wantcha"
With every line the waistband went lower and lower. My breathing was short and heavy, my throat had become dry and I seemed to be forming a little friend in my jeans.....
Dean turned round, finally slipped his boxers off, leaving them in a heap near his jacket, plaid shirt, t-shirt, jeans, socks and combat boots. My eyes watched his ass all the way to the water, my 'friend' becoming more apparent....

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~Smudge