Just A Game

Day 2

September 2, 2016

Dean awoke the next morning with a splitting headache and the urge to go find a toilet and spill his guts into it. As he expected, he had the worst hangover of his life. He remembered that stupid dare he agreed to. Great. He thought. I'm fake dating a dark haired man in a trenchcoat.
Castiel awoke the next morning and made his coffee, he didn't need it and he didn't particularily like the taste of all the molecules but it made him look normal in classes so he might as well get used to it. School started monday and he didn't know how he was going to handle it with the fact he was fake dating a green eyed badass who seemed to have never have drank before. He wondered if Dean would lose first. He figured not. He seemed like a hard egg to crack. Castiel on the other hand, knew he was a softy and he knew he was going to fall in love with Dean Winchester.
Dean, being who he was (and after finishing vomitting enough to fill an olympic sized swimming pool), decided he was gonna go buy some roses for Castiel and then proceed to track him down. Dean left his apartment complex and hopped into his impala. He decided he was gonna pick up some cheap ass roses from a gas station since he didn't know of any local floral shops. Picking up a bouquet of a dozen roses, he headed to the checkout counter, casually grabbing a snickers bar from below the counter.
"Good afternoon, who's the lucky lady?" the cashier gleefully said. Dean glanced down at his nametag. Bobby. Fitting, he thought to himself.
"Um more like lucky man i guess," Dean replied shyly.
"Huh. Well whatever floats your boat, ya idjit," the gruff looking man in a torn up blue baseball hat replied. "That'll be 7.29."
"Okay." Dean handed over his 10 dollar bill shaking slightly.
The older man did seem to notice but he also noticed that he should be quiet about it.
"Okay here's your change. Thats 8, 9, and 71 cents makes ten. Have fun idjit."
Castiel decided that he was gonna watch some shitty show that just so happened to be on tv at the time. Thats stupid he thought to himself. Why would someone want to eat a mattress? Sure the show is called my strange addiction but why and how are you eating a- *ding dong* Castiels doorbell rang, scaring the absolute shit out of him.
"IT'S OPEN." Castiel shouted at the stranger at the door. He assumed it was one of his angel siblings or a friend. He was shocked as all hell when Dean meandered into his living room, chewing some chocolate thing obnoxiously, and holding his hands behind his back.
"Heya Cas." Dean said. "Since we're, ya know, 'dating' i figured i'd pick you up a little something and if you want we could go grab supper?"
Castiel could feel himself blush as Dean pulled roses out from behind his back. He squealed out of happiness. Not really on purpose but it just kind of came out. Castiel got embarassed as he heard Dean giggle at his noise. Castiel liked what Dean had called him. Cas. That's what he wanted nobody but Dean to call him. Dean was the only one who could say that. If anyone else did, he would punch them out. Or touch their forehead lightly to make them sleep then dip their hand in warm water since Castiel had the humor of a child. Castiel walked to his cupboard and grabbed a vase for the roses. He suddenly felt someone hug him from behind.
Dean hugged Castiel and held him for a couple seconds just being a dork and savoring the moment. Dean let Cas put the flowers where he wanted them and then he grabbed Castiels hand and proceeded to walk out to his car so they could leave for dinner. He felt Castiel resist the slightest bit at first but he just assumed Cas forgot about what he said about dinner for a second. Dean led Cas out to the impala that he parked in front of Castiels house. He awkwardly opened the door for Cas and thought to himself, Jesus Christ i am going to regret this.
Castiel got into the car and he closed his eyes slightly as he heard the engine start up. It wasn't deafening but it was a bit loud. Castiel had never been a car guy. Thats why he owned a shitty ass truck. He knew his truck was shit. So any chance he got to drive around with someone else in their car, he took it. Castiel wondered where they were going and as if on cue.
"We're going to this family owned oldie style diner out on the corner of main and 5th street. They have amazing milkshakes and the best burgers." Dean blurted out.
"Um i don't eat much." Castiel replied, knowing damn well he was going to eat any time this man took him out just to please him.
"You ain't anorexic or something, right?"
"No, no it's just i don't enjoy the taste of the individual molecules."
"The what?"
"I don't taste the food as a whole, i taste the things it's microscopically made up of."
"How? Thats kind of impossible."
"For humans, it is."
Dean almost slammed on the breaks then and there. Great. I'm dating a mental case. Though i might as well give crazy a try.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked confused.
"I'm not human. Though i'd rather not explain this in a car and i know we are headed to your apartment not a restaurant." Castiel smugly replied.
"How the hell did you-"
"I know things. Lets go there instead though. I packed an overnight bag when you weren't looking since i knew you were gonna do this since the get go."
"Um will you explain your case of the crazies when we get to my apartment?"
"Yes as long as you don't tell a soul."
"And if i do?'
"I'll smite you."
"Alrighty then i won't tell a soul. Except maybe my cat."
"I can't have your cat telling other cats about me. So no, not even your cat."
"I was kidding Cas."
"Oh. I take many things more literal than they are meant. My apologies."
"Here we are."
Dean pulled into a yellow apartment complex's parking lot. Sunshine gardens, the sign read. Dean always felt that the sign was stupid because it made the complex appear so happy when in reality he barely slept because of all the sex noises, fighting, shouting, dogs barking, and really anything. He knew for a fact that there were a few meth labs in that complex but the landlord never gave a shit. He also didn't give a shit since it was the cheapest joint in town. Dean got out of his car and was about to open Castiel's door but Cas beat him to it. Dean led him into the complex, up the stairs since he knew the elevator was always broken, and made his way to the fifth floor. Castiel seemed to not even mind the stairs that Dean struggled with every day he had to leave his building. Dean and Cas finally arrived at Deans apartment. Number 539. Dean had cleaned the place before he left since he knew what he would be doing that night.
Castiel looked around Deans apartment. It was suprisingly neat for what Castiel expected. The couches and chairs were all white leather. The bar stools were black and metal. He had hardwood floors everywhere except for the bathroom which was tile. Dean also had a bunch of random car posters and license plates, along with random metal signs on the walls. Which he assumed normal people would think ruined the ambience but Castiel thought it brought the whole room together. Castiel sat down on the big couch that sat in front of the tv. He turned on my strange addiction and started watching like he was an hour ago at his house.
Dean put a pizza in the oven since he hadn't ate and neither had Cas. Dean knew what he had said but Dean wanted him to eat to stay healthy. While that cooked, Dean went and plopped down next to Cas, turning the tv off.
"Hey, i was watching that." Castiel sleepily replied.
"Yeah well i want you to explain what you were talking about in the car." Dean frustratedly said, trying to be calm.
"I'm an angel of the lord." Castiel blurted out. He didn't mean to. But why lie? "I have been on earth for a long time. Since 2002. In the beginning, i was up in heaven because it was peaceful but i fell in 2002 to start school and have the human experience. Plus my dad and brothers were all in this big fight so i just decided, why wait?"
"So your telling me, that you are an angel, like a real, centuries old, angel."
"Yes."
"Prove it."
"Do you have any current scratches or injuries to your body?"
"Yeah, i kinda sliced open my leg a few nights ago, why?"
" Can you get out your injury for me?"
Dean pulls down his pants, unashamed.
Castiel touched Dean near his injury, he saw him wince but in a few seconds Castiel removed his hand.
"Look." Castiel proudly said.
"Oh my God. I mean oh my-"
"I say oh my God too Dean, it's fine."
"You healed my leg, how did you do that?"
"Angel perks, i guess."
Dean started to pull his pants back up but he was interupted by Castiel.
"Do you really need pants?" Castiel asked seductively.
"I guess not but do you?" Dean snarkily replied.
"No."
"Good."
They both stripped down to their boxers and went to Deans room to sleep, and other activities.
Dean unmade his bed so he could get in. He was very surprised when Castiel just flopped on top of him.
"Am i doing it right?" Castiel asked.
"Doing what right?"
"Sex."
Dean burst out laughing.
"What did i say?" Castiel seriously asked.
"Dude in order for sex to happen, your dick needs to be in my ass. Or a girls vagina but i'm not a girl nor do i have a vagina."
"Oh, well, i can arrange that instead."
Castiel took off his boxers to expose his raging boner. He noticed Dean also had an erection. Deans was bigger than his so he assumed Dean would be the top in their sexual relationship. Dean obviously also assumed that because he got behind Castiel. Castiel moaned as Dean slowly inserted himself into him. Dean slowly started thrusting faster and faster until Castiel was moaning and screaming.
Dean shoved Castiels face into the pillow to quiet him a bit. He sped up a bit then went really slow and held himself inside Cas while Dean moaned as both of them came. Dean into Cas, and Cas onto the sheets. They both sighed and flopped over. Not caring that there was cum in the bed. Who cared.
That was a good first time. Castiel thought. He wondered if Dean had done this before. He seemed pretty good at it.
"Cas?" Dean whispered.
"Yeah Dean?" Castiel whispered back.
"Was that your first time?"
"Was it that obvious?"
"Was i that obvious Cas?"
"Wait this was your first too?"
"Yes, believe it or not."
"You seemed like, well, felt like a pro."
"Nope just thrust into my bed a lot."
"Well, goodnight Dean."
"Goodnight Cassy."

(A/N)

You're welcome for the smut that kinda sucked but the writer always judges their work harsher than they should. I think the idea of an angel Cas with human Dean is interesting idk. He doesn't stay angel for long though sorry for that itty bitty spoiler.