Fallen

Chapter Four

Warning: NSFW. This is my first time writing smut so I hope it's alright. Enjoy!

Dean lies in bed, focusing on everything but the voices inside his head. They are the loudest at night. He lets his mind wander off to thoughts about Cas.

'I'm not gay,' he thinks. 'I like girls...I'm not gay.'

But Cas, he's different. All Dean can think about is those blue eyes. The way he talks so sophisticated, it is almost like he is from a different era. The way Dean's name rolls off his tongue in that deep, husky voice. His tongue-

Oh.

He feels a twitch inside his pants.

'I'm not gay,' he thinks. 'I'm not gay.'

That still doesn't stop his hands from crawling down his stomach towards the rock hard problem he is having. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, imagining Cas' lips biting into his neck whilst his hands run all over Dean's body.

"I'm...not...gay...Mmmmf..." He moans, a gravelly noise come out of his throat. "Cas...Cas, please."

He imagines Cas' tongue working it's way on him, Dean running his hands through Cas' hair and pulling him in closer. 

And then he lets go, shooting onto his stomach and the sheets around him.

Realisation hits him like a smack in the face.

'What the fuck?' His eyes widen. 'I just got off over a guy. I just got off over a guy I met today.'

Dean gets out of bed to get himself cleaned up and to change into different boxers. He walks to the bathroom, turns the tap and splashes water on his face, rubbing his eyes after doing so. When Dean looks up at himself in the mirror, for a split second he thinks he sees Cas standing behind him. He jerks around and there is no one there.

"Damn," Dean whispers, giving himself a weak, fake smile in the mirror. "Maybe I really am going crazy."

The next day at school, he sits at a lunch table with Jo and Benny and can't help but look around for Cas, who is nowhere to be seen. 

'He didn't seem sick yesterday,' Dean thinks.

"Dean Winchester, a word with you?" Dean's head perks up and sees Mr Crowley standing in front of him. "Care to explain where you were after school yesterday?" Shit.

"I'm sorry, sir. I had to wait for my little brother as it was his first day and I had to drive him back. It completely slipped my mind."

"You can make up for it by coming to lunch time detention today. I'm letting you off easy because I have a soft spot for you, Dean. You're a good kid. You just lack all skills in the department of time management."

Dean sighs a breath of relief. "Alright, I will be there."

Mr Crowley nods and walks out the door, his shortness in height making it look like a waddle.

"Jesus, next he's gonna ask you out on a date." Jo laughs.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Gross."

"I'm letting you off easy because I have a soft spot for you, Dean." She imitates Crowley, speaking in an English accent and sitting up straight, holding her hands together in front of her and batting her eyelashes.

Dean ignores her and looks around the room, wishing that Cas would walk through the front door.

"Who are you looking for?" Benny asks, raising an eyebrow.