You Danced On Into My Heart

Chapter Three

You Danced On Into My Heart 3

Destiel! I do not own 'Supernatural'. Please enjoy!

Cas cracked open his eyes and stretched out his right arm. He had a major headache, a dry mouth, and he felt something warm. Cas snuggled closer to the warmth and cloaed his eyes. They snapped right back open again when he realized what the warmth was. Castiel was pressed right up against Dean Winchester's chest.

His arms were wrapped protectively around him and his chin rested on Cas' head. Cas blushed and tried to remove Dean's arm from around him but to no avail. He sat like that for a moment before poking Dean. The other man mumbled something and Cas whispered, "Dean, I need some water." One of Dean's eyelids opened and he looked blearily at Cas but he just closed it agin, apparently sleep was more important than Castiel staying hydrated.

Cas sighed and poked him again. "Dean, can you please move your arms?" Dean groaned and Cas let out a small smile. "You know, as much as I would love to continue laying here with you, my body does need liquid and you are what's keeping me from doing that." Dean opened both his eyes fully this time and slowly retracted his arms from around Cas. Cas smiled and thanked him before getting off the bed and wobbling towards the doorway and then turning around sheepishly. "Um, where is the bathroom?"

Dean groaned once more but got up and wordlessly led Castiel to the bathroom and pointing to another doorway mumbled something about food breakfast and ambled away.

Castiel drank some water from the sink and looked around for a toothbrush he could borrow, finding one under the sink. He brushed his teeth and looked at the shower. 'I do feel a bit dirty...he won't mind will he?' Cas stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, stiffling his sreech when the water came out freezing cold. He heard Dean shout something from the other room that sounded like, "Water's cold" and quietly cursed his bad timing. He waited a moment for the water to heat up.

When he had finished his shower and gotten dressed Cas stepped out of the bathroom and was overpowered by the smell of bacon. 'Mmm.' Cas walked through the doorway Dean had pointed out earlier and was in the kitchen. It was small, but big enough. A stove that Dean was standing at, a fridge, a dishwasher, a sink, and a coffee maker were the only appliances he seemed to have. A square wood table sat in the middle of the kitchen.

Dean turned and glanced at Cas when he heard him enter the room and smiled. "Hey, how was your shower? Nice and warm I'll bet." He laughed amd Cas tried to glare at him but found himself smiling instead. Dean motioned towards the table. "Take a seat. Hope you like eggs and bacon, they'll be done soon." He went back to cooking and Cas went and sat at the table.

As he waited for Dean to finish he looked around at the few decorations he had. A pictureframe hanging on the wall held a recent picture of Sam and Dean, and one next to him had a picture of a slightly younger Sam and Dean with an older man with a beard and baseball cap that Cas assumed was their father. He saw a few more pictures, one of Sam and Jess, Sam fishing, Dean fishing, then an old picture of a young Dean, a baby Sam, and a young blonde woman.

Besides the pictures Dean didn't have any other decorations in the kitchen and so he just studied the pictures until Dean came over with the food. He had scooped out portions of bacon and eggs onto two plates and set one down in front of Cas. They started eating without much talk except Castiel's comment that it tasted delicious which Dean gracefully replied to with, "They damn better be!" But he grinned showing that it was a joke and dipped his head in apreciation.

When Cas was almost done he pointed at the picture of Sam and Dean with the man. "Is that your father in that picture?" Dean didn't even have to look at the picture. "Nope, but he is like a father to us. That's Bobby." Dean chuckled. "Our dad was always working and on the road so me and Sammy spent a lot of time with him." Cas nodded thoughtfully. "Do you have any pictures of him?" Dean laughed quietly. "Yeah, I have a few. He never really liked having his picture taken though..." Dean started to trail off and Cas looked at him couriously, narrowing his eyes a bit.

Dean cleared his throat. "He passed away a few years ago. He was a good man. Not the best father, but he wasn't the worst either." Cas looked sorowfully at Dean. None of his family members had died, but he could imagine how terrible it would feel if one of them did. "I'm sorry he said." and Dean waved his hand. "The past is in the past." He said and grinned at Cas.

Cas blushed and looked down at the table and Dean coughed, a little embaressed as well. "Hey, uh, I recently got this really cool looking movie if you wanna watch it..." Dean suggested and Cas brightened up. "Yeah, that would be cool." Dean smiled and lead Cas to what was the living room. A bit bigger than the kitchen, it had a cozy couch, a small tv, shelves filled with books, and an armchair near the window. Cas sat on the couch as Dean put the movie into the dvd player.

The movie started playing and Dean back away from the tv to come sit beside Cas. Halfway through there was a sex scene and Cas began to get uncomfortable. It didn't help that it was one of the most explicit sex scenes he had ever scene, and it was making him quite aroused. Dean sat silently next to him, watching the movie and Cas shifted his legs, trying to calm his growing erection. 'Shit.'

Dean glanced down at the man beside him and noticed his discomfort. 'Does this make him uncomfy? Should I fast foreward?' He looked at Cas and noticed the cause of his discomfort and stiffled a laugh, blushing. Cas blushed and stood up abrubtly, excusing himself to use the bathroom and Dean tried not to stare as Cas walked away, stumbling a bit.

Dean smirked and looked at the tv, then back to the hallway, then the tv, then to his imagination where Cas was jerking off. Dean got up. 'Well, might as well have a little fun.' He tried to calmly walk to the bathroom but he could feel himself getting more and more excited. He didn't even bother knocking on the door and Cas looked up in surprise, his face flushed and strained, hand still unzipping his pants. Dean moved in.

He grabbed Cas' waist and pulled him close, moving one hand to his ass and the other down his pants. Cas let out a gasp as Dean gripped his cock and started thumbing his slit. Cas reached up to Dean's shoulders, trying to push him away first, but as Dean ran his hand down the blue-eyed man's shaft he just moaned and gripped his shouders, his nails digging into his clothed muscles. Dean leaned foreward to latch onto his neck, nibbling first and then as he started pumping the other man's dick he bit down on his neck, making Cas yelp and groan, grabbing onto his shoulder even tighter.

Dean let his clothed body thrust into Cas' and Cas moaned, his body shaking with his orgasm. Dean slowed his hands to a stop, leaving Cas gasping. He let his hands start traveling down Dean's body to move to his pants, tugging down on them until they came off. He lowered onto his knees, coming face-to-face with Dean's crotch.

Dean put his hand on Castiel's head and he moved in, engulfing Dean fully, making him gasp with the sudden moist warmth of Cas' mouth. He started moving his head, steadily bobbing up and down, Dean's breath hitching everytime.

Cas pulled his head back and tongued Dean's slit, the other man's hands clenching in his hair, exciting Cas. He moved back down to his base then to to his head, sucking harder. Dean shuddered and moaned. "God, oh God! Cas I'm...oh shit baby." Cas bobbed his head on Dean once more and he came, holding his head there with his right hand, his left steading himself against the wall.

When Dean's orgasm finished he let go of Cas' head and slowly lowered to the floor next to Cas, both still breathing hard. "So, uh..." Castiel tried to find something to say but Dean interupted. "Any more and you have to buy me dinner first." Cas stared at Dean, blushing and the other man winked. Cas grinned. "Alright. Have dinner with me. On Sunday. I'll even come pick you up, just like a true gentleman." Dean laughed. "It's a date then."

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It was Friday and Dean was thinking about what other flavor pie to bake for Cas when his phone rang. It was Sam. "Heya, Sammy what's-" Dean was cut off by Sam's panicked voice. "Dean! The house caught fire! I can't get to Jess!"

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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OOPS I RAN OUT OF ROOM AND JUST DECIDED TO MAKE IT A WHOLE NEW CHAPTER INSTEAD TO HAVE A CLIFFHANGER BITCHES.