Dean Winchester Is A Gay Virgin (Destiel)

Chapter 13: Chapter 6: Cas, part 1

Dean Winchester's room is a physical manifestation of his mind.

And, like Dean's mind, Cas loves all of it.

It's minimal yet messy, utilitarian yet whimsical. It is a place that serves no other function than to be a sanctuary for the man currently standing next to Cas, looking bewildered at the way Cas takes it all in.

Just being in this room, with the dark blue walls and the big white bed and the giant bookshelf of poorly organized books and DVDs, feels so intimate all by itself. There are baseball uniforms covered in dirt and flannel over-shirts coated with motor oil on the ground. There's a picture of Dean and what appears to be Sam on the bedside table, young and happy. There's a map of the world above a small desk with a laptop on it. There are baseballs randomly strewn about the room, and a mitt and bat in the corner.

Castiel could reside in this room, in Dean's mind, every minute of every day and never lose an ounce of the wonder he feels at this very moment.

Dean offers to take the couch, and Cas almost laughs at how gentlemanly that gesture is, as though Cas hasn't spent the past three years of his life as a prostitute.

Instead, he replies, "I would love to take your bed, but I'd much rather you sleep in it with me. If you'd like."

With that invitation, Dean pulls Cas in to kiss him again. Unlike the others, this kiss is filthy with desire, with Cas's sudden need to have more of Dean, to touch every inch of his skin with his lips in an effort to appreciate him the way he deserves to be appreciated. He moves down to Dean's neck and kisses and bites and sucks the warm, beautiful skin there. Dean tastes like salt and hard work, and being this close to him reminds Cas of the smell and taste and feel of hot summer nights, what he imagines it's like to be an American in America on the Fourth of July, surrounded by lightning bugs and fireworks and nostalgia. It's beautiful and ephemeral, something Cas will never fully understand, but that's okay because Cas pulls Dean's shirt up over his head and –

"Oхуеть."

Holy fuck.

Cas knows Dean resents his father for forcing him to become the athlete he is today, but right now Castiel is really fucking grateful for it. God bless America, Cas thinks. No wonder baseball is a favorite pastime.

Cas roves his eyes down Dean's body and nearly faints when he sees the enormous bulge in Dean's jeans.

If Cas was worried before that he wouldn't survive the night, there is no way in hell he'll be able to survive it now.

As much as Castiel appreciates gazing at Dean, he realizes with a throb of his heart that this isn't a fantasy anymore. Dean fucking Winchester is right here, right in front of him, shirtless and sporting a truly impressive erection because of Cas.

Cas fights the urge to unbutton Dean's pants, drop to his knees, and go to town on him until Dean is screaming his name. Instead, he presses Dean by the hips and pushes him onto the bed, climbing on top of him to take off his own shirt.

He puts his mouth everywhere on Dean he can reach, frantically devouring him. He wraps his lips around a nipple and Dean hisses, arching his back off the bed. Cas moves to the other and Dean whines, "God, Cas..."

Cas grinds on top of him, rutting into his hip, and it's never been like this before. Cas has never been with anyone he's really wanted in return, who could make him so hard he thinks he'll come in his pants. Fuck, Dean could probably make him come just by looking at him the right way, but thankfully his eyes are squeezed shut when Cas trails back up to suck Dean's lower lip into his mouth.