Destiel Imagines

16. jealous, cas?

Heavy music filled the club as colorful lights flashed in the exciting darkness. Cas sat next to Dean, clearly uncomfortable in this place filled with strangers kissing, drunkenly dancing, and grinding. Dean laughed under his breath, elbowing the rigid angel. "Relax! You need to let loose, have some fun. At least stop looking like you're scared to death."

"I do not like this place, Dean."

"Hush. You love it."

Dean straightened and put on a charming smile as a busty girl sat down next to him, tossing her hair. Swiftly he bought her a beer, and soon they were deeply engaged in a sea of flirting back and forth.

Cas's face reddened - with embarrassment, frustration and...jealousy? He turned his head away, but it didn't help; he could still hear Dean's low, sexy voice and the girl's pretentious giggles. Cas clenched his fists.

With no warning, he spun around and abruptly got up and left the bar. "Cas?" Dean called after him, but Cas just kept walking. "Cas! I'm sorry, I'll be back, beautiful. Cas, what's wrong?"

Dean ran after the angel, grabbing him by the shoulder and stopping him. The lights of the club danced over his beautiful face. "Cas, what the hell?"

Cas could no longer contain himself. Grabbing the front of Dean's shirt, he pulled the hunter close and kissed him passionately on the mouth. At first Dean went stiff with surprise, but then he slowly melted into the kiss, putting his hands on Cas's sides as Cas buried his fingers in Dean's hair. Cas deepened the kiss, pressing against Dean, their bodies moving in sync. When they finally came up for breath, Dean's expression was one of complete shock, while Cas's eyes were filled with lust.

"Cas," Dean whispered.

"I can't watch you talking to that woman, Dean. Do what you want, I don't care, but I can't stay here, I can't do this."

Dean was breathless. "Cas, are you...jealous?"

Cas lowered his eyes. "It is not of import."

"You are jealous." Overwhelmed with emotions he didn't know how to explain, Dean gently took Cas's face in his hands and kissed him. "Cas...," he whispered against the angel's lips, "you could have just said so."

Those were the words that destroyed the last of Cas's inhibitions. He gripped Dean close, hungrily devouring the hunter's lips. "Dean," he murmured. "I want to fuck you."

It took Dean a moment to find words. "I know a place."

They made their way to the Impala, kissing the whole way there. Cas opened the door and pushed Dean onto the backseat, never breaking the kiss. Dean fumbled frantically with his shirt and jeans, finally kicking them aside. Cas snapped his fingers. The doors shut and locked.

"Fuck, Dean, you're fucking gorgeous," said Cas in a low voice, sinking down and hungrily kissing Dean's neck. The hunter arched his back, gripping the leather seats. Cas mouthed his way down Dean's chest, down his stomach, finally reaching the waistband of his boxers. Cas pulled at it with his teeth, his eyes locked on Dean's. Slowly he pulled it down, revealing Dean's rock-hard length.

Dean's breath caught. "C-Cas..."

The angel softly licked Dean's tip, causing the hunter to moan and claw at the seats. Dean was trembling, his bare skin slick with sweat. "Cas, p-please. Please..."

Cas circled Dean's tip teasingly with his tongue, and the hunter made a strangled sound through his teeth, his legs shaking. Then Cas pulled away, and Dean gasped, his eyes squeezed shut. "Cas," he panted, "Cas, Cas...please."

"What do you want me to do to you, Dean?" purred Cas under his breath, his lips hovering just above Dean's chest.

"I-I want you to fuck me. Take me, Cas, make me scream your name until I can't breathe. Fuck me so hard, Cas, please fuck me."

"Shh, shh," whispered Cas, running a finger down Dean's warm face. "Not yet, love. Just a little longer. I promise."

"C-Cas."

In response, the angel moved back down, slowly taking Dean's length halfway into his mouth before sliding it back out again. Dean moaned, tilting his head back and clenching his muscles, barely able to control himself. Cas gently sucked on Dean's pulsing cock, running the tip of his tongue up its length and causing Dean to gasp for breath.

"God, Cas, fuck me," Dean panted.

"Shh. Soon, love. Soon." Cas stroked Dean's length, licking and sucking it, but only gently enough to tantalize and torment the beautiful man beneath him. Dean's lovely moans and cries were like music, filling him with a soft sense of relief and triumph. Tears ran down Dean's cheeks as Cas circled his tip again.

"Cas," Dean cried. "Please, please fuck me. A-ah - please, Cas, dammit -" He shouted in pleasure and torment as Cas bit him softly, holding back sobs. "C-Cas...please..."

Finally, Cas returned to Dean's lips, kissing him hard as he aligned himself with the hunter. "Shh, shh," he said. "It's alright. I'm here." He rested his forehead against Dean's, breathing heavily. "Hold on, Dean, hold on to me. I love you, Dean, it's okay."

Dean cried out as Cas pushed into him, immediately settling into a fast, hard rhythm as he fucked Dean into the seat, panting against Dean's neck and leaving countless hickeys on the hunter's flawless skin. Dean clawed at the leather, shouting and sobbing as he was fucked senseless, his whole body trembling with sheer pleasure as Cas pounded into him again and again, pumping Dean's length with a hand as he thrust. Dean went limp as he came onto Cas's stomach, his body slick with sweat.

"C-Cas," he choked out, his shaking hands reaching for the angel.

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean, comforting him with his tight embrace. "It's alright, Dean, I'm here. I'm here."

"Th-that was fucking amazing, Cas," Dean murmured, burying his face in Cas's shoulder, his chest heaving with each breath he took.

"Does that mean you'd like to do this again on other occasions?"

Dean gripped Cas tighter. "Yes."