Stay With Me

Chapter 12: The New Trickster

{ *tear falls* the title...GABRIEL! *sobbing* }

Dean could feel movement for most of the night, he shrugged it off knowing it was Cass. The kicks got a little harder through the night and he's start muttering something, too muffled to be made out. Castiel moaned and rolled over. Dean smirked replaying the nights events through his head. He had no idea Cass could ever top like that, for once he enjoyed being bottom. But damn, his sex talk and his moaning, nothing sounded better to Dean than going for round two. Then he realized how much his ass hurts and he has a-

"Dean..."

Winchester turned his body, "Yeah baby?"

"I...ah...I ha-never mind."

Dean pulled Castiel into a cuddle, purposely making his lower end not touch Cass, it would be embarrassing for him to know he can get hard just by thinking about it. "No Cass, you can tell me."

"I...I had a nightmare."

Dean rubbed his hand through Cass' hair, "What about?"

"You guys died but I...killed all of you. You were an angel..."

"Hm..." Dean pulled Castiel closer, "it's just a dream, nothing more than that."

"It seemed so realistic."

"I could never be an angel," Dean paused, "if anybody, you would be the angel in that."

Castiel didn't reply, so Dean continued. "Why don't we get some sleep?" Cass was pulled closer until no room was left in-between them, then Cass gasped.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Is that a hard-on?" Castiel asked trying to peek underneath the blankets but Dean firmly held them down.

"No...I don't know what you're talking about."

"Suuuurrrreeee."

"Fine, I had a dream of my own."

Castiel flipped over his knees are on either side of Dean. "Can I take care of it?"

Dean silently moaned, knowing the answer before Cass even asked, but of coarse, he has to play hard to get.

"It depends on what you plan on doing."

Castiel sucked on Dean's earlobe and pulled back only for a second to speak. "Why don't you decide for me?"

Dean bit his lip, desperately trying to hold in a moan. "I like it better when you take control."

"Mhm...I could just leave you here."

Dean whimpered, "All horny? I wouldn't let you."

"I don't know, maybe I could fuck you again, go for round two."

"I like that option better."

Castiel smirked, "But you did say I'm in control, I make the decisions now." Castiel growled and jumped off the bed, throwing on a pair of jeans as he ran down the hallway, hoping no one saw him. Dean groaned.

"Casssss!" Dean whined, no response.

"You can't do this to me!" Dean yelled, slipping on a pair of boxers, possibly Castiel's. "I hate you!" Dean came down the stairs, Castiel was holding a frozen coffee from Dunkin' Donuts (A:N/ I have DD, cofffeeeee) and smirking. Sam and Jessica were laughing, seems as if they always are. Dean came down the stairs, only in jeans that were a little tight, like skinny jeans but not quite. Winchester walked past his torturous boyfriend.

"I hate you." Dean whispered poking Castiel's side making him burst out in a laughing fit.

"Ticklish now?" Dean asked, threatening to do it again. Cass shook his head and looked at the coffee on his chest.