Pollen 2: It's your turn, Dean.

Chapter 2: Martini Time

Cas and Dean day there for what seemed like hours, which was just 2 hours in actuality. They were just talking and laughing and catching up. Dean was just glad there wasn't any hard feelings about what he did to Castiel. It didn't hurt Castiel, but it did make him curious enough to ask Dean about the situation. As another pause fell in between them, Cas finally had the chance to ask Dean about what had happened that one night.
"Hey, so...... Remember when we had that alone time in the bunker. And we were watching that old Clint Eastwood movie..." Cas hesitated. He looked up only to see a slightly horrified Dean carefully playing with his olive in his martini glass. Dean didn't really want to talk about this, especially not in such a public place. He knew that Cas wouldn't care where he asked it, but Dean hoped Cas could have some secrecy about the incident.
Cas continued, " Did... Did you like what I did? Did you hate it? I'm kinda worried that I did something that displeased you, Dean."
  Dean looked at Cas and noticed that Cas wasn't giving a smug look on his face like he had anticipated, but rather a face of pure concern and innocence. Dean felt bad for even getting mad at Castiel in the first place.
"No, no it's not that. It's just, I'm very sensitive and I feel very uncomfortable when I'm... touched....... can-can we talk about this later? You know, in a less crowded setting?"
Castiel looked surprised and was a bit taken aback since Dean was already was on his 6th martini and Cas was in his 3rd. Dean looked slightly disheveled after all. So Cas suggested something really bizarre and perhaps out of this world and into the next.
"Do you want to head home, Dean?"
"Whhhaaaat? Noooo, we're having such a good time!!"
Dean is clearly a bit tipsy, but boy can he hold his liquor. Cas really didn't want him to be so vulnerable, so he wants to get him home to be safe and sound. Cas got up, went around the table, and held out a hand and smoothly said, " I'd like to escort you to your car... safely."
He stared intently into Dean's eyes which made Dean turn a dark shade of red.
How had he never seen this side of Castiel? He's usually pretty well reserved and quite. But this... this was something much more... dominant.
Dean slowly reached out his hand and softly planted it into Castiel's hand. Castiel briefly smiled and started leading Dean toward the exit.
"Wait wait wait, I shouldn't drive."
Cas chuckled, "That's why I'm gonna drive your car. I PROMISE that I won't hurt, uhhh. Her?"
Dean would have whole heartedly refused to such a deed. But, he felt like he shouldn't fight with Cas. Dean couldn't deny it, he really likes when Cas is this way. Very controlling but in the nicest way possible. It frustrated him as much as it turned him on.
   Cas lead Dean to the passenger door and went to grab the handle.
"You don't really need to do that Cas." Dean said, embarrassed.
"I want to. You deserve the world, but I want you to feel like my world."
Dean blushed a deep red and climbed into the passenger seat. As Cas walked around the front of the car, he made sure he walked slowly enough to give a small show to Dean - with a sly grin of course. Or at least that's what he read online when trying to flirt with a significant other. And by Odin's beard, did it fucking work! Dean had never seen this side of Castiel, and he was definitely not complaining one bit. Something about Castiel's demeanor made Dean feel something inside, a complete change in attitude. Dean felt like he wanted Cas to climb on top of him and take the reigns. He wanted to feel his hair being tugged by this man, to be held extremely tight by this man. He wanted to Cas to flip him around and slap his-. Wait, when did they start driving?
"So, uh. You look kind of uncomfortable Dean. Are you gonna be sick?" Cas asked as he laid a light handed pat on Dean's knee. He let it sit there until Dean answered. Dean shuffled nervously and with a bit of excitement. "Uhhh, yeah! I-I mean no. Wait, what was the question?"
Cas chuckled, "If you were ok. But I'm pretty sure you're a little.... nervous?" Dean looked up at Cas and again felt that same sensation, the feeling he wanted to be... dominated. He gasped when he felt Castiel's hand travel slowly upwards to his thigh and start to squeeze his inner thigh. Ohh god, Cas was definitely too hot right now. They were almost ten minutes to the bunker, and Dean hoped that Sam wasn't in the bunker too.
Then, Dean decided to do a pretty bold move. He wanted to make sure Castiel's intentions were correlated to what he was feeling right at that moment. Dean softly gripped Castiel's hand and brought it slowly towards his hard on. Dean shivered in excitement as he saw Cas gasp slightly and then continued to fondle Dean over his dress pants. Dean lost it, he withered in his seat and moaned like he had never moaned before. One could compare it to a twink porn star, but that made Dean blush even more just thinking about it. Cas saw from the corner of his eye that Dean losing his self control and instead was now self indulging in the pleasure he was receiving from Cas.
Cas FINALLY reached the bunkers garage and practically jumped out of the Impala. Dean groaned in disappointment until he saw Cas appear quite suddenly at his side of the car. Cas opened the passenger side door, he couldn't help himself. As soon as he saw Dean, Cas had begun to get hot and bothered himself. Dean was practically begging for a release, begging for someone to.... dominate him. Cas picked Dean up from the passenger seat and was met by something hot and slick in his mouth - Dean's tongue. Cas parted the kiss after a while to ask, " Dean, do you have lube in the car?" Cas asked between breaths. Dean looked up at him confused. Until he saw Castiel's eyes......