Set Fire To My Heart

Chapter 17: Firecracker

Dean sighs, popping his hot pocket in the microwave in the fire station kitchen, closing it harder than he should. He was glad it was empty, and everyone seemed to be staying away from him because, of course, he woke up even more irritated then he was when he laid down. Dean hardly slept and groans while turning his phone back on, seeing the multitude of messages from Samantha. He did not have the patience or energy to deal with whatever messages she had sent him, and there was no way he could look at them on an empty stomach.

He's taken out of his grumbling at the sound of his phone vibrating on the counter. He looks down, seeing a text from an unknown number pop up, then before he gets to read it, there is a screen popping up for a video chat. Who the fuck would be calling him at this time, let alone wanting a video call. His interest is piqued, however, and he accepts the request and isn't anywhere near prepared for the sight that greets him.

"Cas..." he chuckles nervously. "Hey, whatcha doing up so late?" he asks, trying to fight his ever pleasant blush at the sight of the other man.

Castiel smiles into the cam. "Hello, Dean," his voice is rough with arousal from stroking himself. "You'll never believe what I'm doing right now," Castiel teases. Looking around Dean, he smirks. "Got a minute," he asks, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Dean can't stop the matching grin as he looks at the screen. His eyes darting around the room before looking back at the other man. "I do." He says, suspiciously, with an amused smile. "What are you doing?" He asks, cocking a brow leaning back against the counter.

"Gripping my dick and thinking about you," Castiel says, giggling a bit. "Look," he tilts the camera down and reaches out to display his hand in his boxers. "I want to get off, Dean, but I didn't want to do it alone, so I thought I would call you," he groans, twisting his wrist.

"Thinking about..." Dean's jaw gapes a bit, before running his hand over his face. "Holy..." he takes a deep breath. He chuckles a bit. "I gotta say, I'm flattered that you chose to call me," he bites down on his lips, watching the screen intently.

"I'm pleased you decided to answer my call," Castiel releases himself and pushes his boxers down, wiggling out of them. "Will you watch me?" He asks, his voice catching as he slips his hand around his hardness again. 

Dean swallows and wets his lips. "Yes," he breaths. "God, yes," he nods and can feel himself swell in his sweatpants. "Shit, Cas. You have no idea how hot this is," Dean says low.

"Yes, Dean, I do, that's why I called," Castiel teases, arching his back. He fucks up into his fist, feeling lightheaded with arousal. Dean actually answered his call, and he wants to watch Castiel pleasure himself. He moans at the thought, his eyes slit as he drips precome. Moving his hand over the head, Castiel slicks himself up with the wetness. "Dean, I'm thinking about those sexy lips around my cock right now," Castiel moans. 

Dean groans, licking his lips. "Fuck, I bet you taste delicious," he sighs, his eyes darkening with lust. He finds the couch and sits down. "How do you like it?" He asks.

Tightening his hand, a whine escapes Castiel. The phone shakes a little while he picks up the pace. "Dean, oh, there baby," he says as his finger brushes the ridge of his cockhead. "You like when I fuck your mouth, angel?" Castiel sighs, eyes closed and lost in his fantasy.

"Yes, sweetheart," Dean breathes, unable to stop himself. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he palms himself briefly through his sweats.

"Dean, Dean," Castiel begs, the angle dropping to just Castiel's hand on himself. His voice drops an octave, moans changing to growls. "I'm so close now, darling. You're so good. So perfect," Castiel bucks up, the feed jostling again but somehow centering up his body from mid-thigh to face. His chest is flushed, face blushing with exertion. 

Dean can feel himself blush under Castiel's words. "Jesus, Cas," he groans, wanting to be with the man on the other side of the screen more than anything. He runs his hand over his hair, unable to take his eyes off the device.

A few quick, hard jerks and Castiel yells out Dean's name, his mouth dropping open and come shooting up his chest. "Fuck, yes," his words slur, then the video cuts out. "Goodnight, Dean," Castiel says and ends the call. Tossing the phone to the side, he grabs his boxers and wipes his spend from his chest. Leaning back, his eyes close slowly, and within minutes he falls asleep. 

Dean's jaw gapes as he stares at the now blank screen. What the fuck? He sighs, tossing the phone next to him on the couch and scrubbing his hands over his face, in an attempt to calm himself down. He shakes his head and double-checks his call log. Yup that definitely just happened. He lets out a breath and saves the number in his phone.

He goes into his messages and sees the text he got right before the call came through. He scans it over a few times and raises an eyebrow. Was Castiel... drunk? Is that why he had called him? Dean sighs and shakes his head, biting down on his lip before typing out a message.

>> Hope you sleep well, Sweetheart.

Dean sends the message and pockets the phone as he pulls himself to his feet. He goes over to the microwave and hits the buttons to heat up his food, trying to think of why Castiel would call him. Out of all the people Castiel can choose from, why Dean? It's not like he's complaining or anything, but he was starting to feel like Castiel regretted everything they've done together. Tomorrow, will Castiel even remember that he called Dean? He blinks himself out his thoughts and crosses the space, grabbing water from the fridge, wishing it was something more robust.

The microwave beeps angrily at him, letting him know his food has been forgotten. He pops the door open and pulls his meal out, carrying it and his water over to the table with him. Dean picks up the hot pocket and takes a bite, immediately regretting it. He curses, dropping the offending sustenance back on the plate, letting out a stream of profanity. He grabs his water, taking a large gulp to cool his burning tongue.

His mind wanders back to Castiel and the call as he works on his snack. Even if he didn't want to pursue something of substance with Dean, he would still appreciate the fact that Castiel found Dean attractive enough to: A. Watch him in the shower, B. Suck him off, and C. Video call him to get off. To be honest, it was making Dean's head spin a bit. But truthfully, it's not as though Dean has anything other than that to offer someone like Castiel anyway.

He gets up from the table and washes his dishes before setting them in the drying rack. Maybe he just needs to try and sleep again. He sighs before draining another glass of water and making his way back to the dorm.

Dean's not sure how he's going to get any sleep with Aaron's snoring and Garth's sleep talking, but he has to try, he guesses. He lays back, turns the brightness down on his phone and pulls up the message from Castiel again, and reads and re-reads it. If it is a drunk text, should he really be thinking about it so hard? Did it really even mean anything? Dean groans, locking the device and making sure it's on vibrate before tossing it in his bag at the side of his bed.

He rolls back over and closes his eyes, but he is cursed with images of Castiel gripping himself. Dean can practically hear the sinful noises that came from the other man through his phone. The way Dean's name rolls off of Castiel's tongue almost sounds like it was meant to. He's never heard his name sound so sexy and dirty at the same time. Dean rolls on to his stomach in some lame attempt to stop himself from getting hard and lets out a groan of frustration into his pillow. Should he have sent that text message back? He definitely shouldn't have sent that text message.

Castiel is going to realize sooner or later that Dean is nothing but a waste of his time and energy. He sure as hell doesn't owe Dean anything for doing his damn job. Maybe Dean can just continue to roll with the punches and take whatever Castiel is willing to give him. Hopefully, he won't become disheartened entirely when the other man decides he's bored with Dean. It's not every day Dean would be able to land someone like Castiel.

Dean lets out a sigh before rolling over onto his back. His eyes start to close after a few moments, despite the noises coming from his crewmates. Dean allows himself to drift off and hopes he dreams about a blue-eyed man that says his name like it's the only one he ever wants to speak again.