Collection of Destiel

Vents

Every night is just the same as Castiel lays his head down on his pillow and closes his eyes. When he was younger, his father read him stories to calm his mind and allow him to slip into sleep. Most of them were fairytales, with a heroic prince and a damsel in distress. They always comforted Cas and the older he got the more he yearned for those sweet lullabies before sleep. Years had passed and he all but forgot about the bedtime stories, until a few nights after moving in with his current roommate.

"I pray thee, mark me.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
A confidence sans bound."

The deep voice was as low as a murmur as it vibrated into Cas' room from the vents that connected the two bedrooms. Castiel knew that Dean was an English major in the college right outside of their shared home, and he knew that Dean had trouble focusing on books or plays unless he read them out loud. What he wasn't expecting, was for every night to hear the sweet words slipping from Dean's lips. Cas held onto every word, every play, and was sent back to when he was a child and was rocked to sleep by his father.

"To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable; confederates–
So dry he was for sway–wi' the King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
The dukedom yet unbow'd–alas, poor Milan!–
To most ignoble stooping."

Cas marveled in the way that Dean's voice came to life. Any other time, Dean's voice was rough and almost harsh. But when he was reading from Shakespeare, it was like Dean melted into this being of softness. Every night Castiel laid there in his bed and craned his neck to hear more of those fine words. He didn't follow the story, he only seemed to be able to latch on to the very nature of this calmed Dean. It sent his heart crumbling and his body to shiver.

A click sent Castiel into a soft sigh. That was Dean's light, which meant Dean would be putting down the play and nodding off into sleep. Cas hated when he didn't fall asleep before Dean finished reading, it meant that he would lay there in silence with only the vague ghost of Dean's voice plaguing his mind in reruns.

Soft shuffling filled Cas' ears and he turned to stare at the uncovered vent. Was that moaning? Castiel sat up in his bed and squinted into the darkness. Dean was alone, there were no girls over. Sometimes Cas had to leave when Dean brought his endeavors home because the noise of their intimacy always leaked into this room.

"Cas." The word was almost too low to hear. It hung in the air and for a moment Castiel hoped to God that he imagined it. More moaning sent Cas' back into a spasm fit. His mind raced with this scene of Dean touching himself to the thought of him. Heat electrified up his neck and spread quickly across his face. No, Dean was straight. Dean was not interested. Dean was just his roommate and sometimes his friend.

"Cas!" The neediness in Dean's voice was unmistakable.

That was when it hit Cas like a freight train. Dean knew how the vents worked, Cas had told him time and time again that he could always hear what Dean was doing. Was Dean messing with him? Castiel flushed deeper and felt his heart sink. Dean knew Cas was gay, he had even set him up with a couple of his friends... so why was Dean doing this?

"Cas, baby, mmmm, right there, yeah, Caaaaaaaas."

That was the last straw. Cas whipped his covers off of his legs and bolted to his door. He only paused a moment, as his hand hovered over the door knob, and thought over the moment he knew he liked Dean. It was the day after he moved in, his father had died and he had nowhere to turn. Spending a night on Dean's couch, Dean was the older brother of one of Cas' closest friends, Castiel woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs.

This couldn't wait any longer. Not with Dean's soft moans still coming through into Cas' room. Even if this ended their friendship, Cas had to make this stop. He refused to be toyed with. His door snapped open with the flick of his wrist and he charged down the hallway to see that Dean's door was open. Why was Dean's door open? He was... still moaning and maybe even panting a little now.

Cas shifted into the doorway of Dean's room and what he saw unraveled every part of his brain into a pile of nothing. Dean was on his back, his back arched up slightly as his hand was disappeared below the waist band of his pajama bottoms. Sweat pooled on Dean's red hot face as his eyes were pressed into crunched lines and his perfect mouth was formed in an O.

"Dean." Cas managed to choke out as his wildest fantasies were playing out right before his eyes.

"Cas." Was all Dean whispered as his hand kept moving, now a little slower. "Baby, come here."

"Dean-"

"I need you, Cas. Needed you for so long." Dean's eyes finally pried open and met Cas'.

The room was uncontrollably hot, Cas was wearing too many clothes. In that moment, he let himself fall into this fantasy because he was tired of being alone. He was tired of only hearing Dean's sweet voice through the vents.

Baring his teeth, Cas stepped forward and ripped his shirt up over his head. "This isn't a joke?"

Dean shook his head lightly and cracked a grin. "No. Shakespeare gets me so horny, Cas. And I knew you were-uh-listening... I just-please God just get over here."

Cas liked to see Dean this broken and pleading for him. Without hesitance he crawled up the bed and grinded his body hard down on Dean's. The heat and friction made his head spin, he almost lost grasp of reality as he felt Dean's chest pounding against his.

"Wanted this so long, Cas." Dean breathed huskily as he gripped one hand firmly around the back of Cas' neck, forcing their eyes to meet. Dazzling green sparkled with a warm smile. "Want you."

"You have me, Dean." Cas growled as his head dipped down and took Dean's mouth in a kiss competition for dominance.

Shakespeare be damned, all Castiel needed to sleep was the warm flesh of Dean against his from then on.