Destiel and Sabriel Imagines

Destiel: Concert

Rockstar!Dean Groupie!Cas

Cas pushed him self forward, ignoring the burning he felt in his lungs. He heard the faint sound of whistles behind him, causing a wide grin to spread across his face.

He never even registered the fact there was another human in front of him, their bodies colliding and them both falling to the ground. Cas merely laughed and rolled onto his back.

"Someone's in a rush." A familiar voice chuckled. "With good reason." He replied, breathing heavy. The man got up and offered his hand to help Cas. "You a groupie?" He asked, sending a knowing smirk.

Cas took his hand and nodded. "What gave it away?" He laughed, raising both arms to intertwine on his head. "Well, you're running from security, no giant guy is forcing me on stage, and there was an alert that someone broke backstage... What're you doing?.."

"Opens up your lungs, and I didn't break in. All the doors were open." Cas shrugged. "There were police at the entrance, four gates, and extra security once you got into the building." He raised both eyebrows.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you need better security."

"Yeah, guess I do."

They walked over and sat on unused speakers. "So, which one of us you hot for?" He asked. Cas smirked, but looked down. "Lemme guess, tall guy, nice eyes, great hair, his names starts with De ends witha an?"

Cas rolled his eyes. "Got a high image of yourself, huh?" He asked. "Hard not to when I got people like you chasin' me everywhere." Dean shrugged. "What's that mean?"

"Overly-attractive is probably a valid answer." Dean nodded. A light pink tinted Cas's cheeks, but that was the only sign of embarrassment. "You want a water?" Dean asked once he noticed Cas was still breathing rapidly.

"Yeah, that'd be great." He laughed. "Tony! Get me two waters!" Dean called. "How'd ya do it anyway? Outrun all those guards?"

"I keep myself fit, ran a few marathons." He shrugged. A guy came by and tossed Dean the waters. He nodded a thanks and hand one to Cas. He immediately opened it and gulped half of it down while Dean sipped his.

"What was your plan? After you snuck back here? I mean, you didn't plan on knocking me down.."

"Wing it. Maybe run on stage, always wanted to go up there." Dean nodded. "Show time, ten minutes!" A voice boomed, making Dean roll his eyes. "They think I don't know how to tell time.." He mumbled.

"Please, you're late for every show anyway." Cas smirked. "Called rebelling. Much like you did to get back here." Dean explained. "Mm, I see."

"Winchester! On stage!"

"Go." Cas demanded once he saw Dean didn't even attempt to move. "I don't wanna." He whined. "Go." Cas began pushing him towards the stage. "Oh!" Dean stopped right before the steps.

"You'll need this so you don't get arrested." He reached in one of the cluttered buckets and pulled a lanyard out. He put it around Cas's neck, but instead of pulling his arms away he grabbed the shorter man cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss.

It was quick, but deep. Dean winked as he pulled away and jogged up the steps.

Cas watched the entire show from side-stage, catching Dean's eye more than a few times and occasionally talking to the crew members. Once the show was over, Dean ran back to Cas, sweat dripping down his forehead and neck.

Cas took a towel, that was originally offered to Dean, and dapped it away. Dean smiled and dragged Cas on stage. "What're you doin?" He asked, looking out at the disappearing crowd in awe. "You said you wanted to come on stage, here you are."

"This is so amazing." He whispered. "Mhm. Never really sets in all the way" Dean agreed. "I wouldn't mind seeing it constantly."

Dean pulled Cas down until they were both laying on their backs, people moving around them to clear the stage. Soon enough, they were alone, staring at the tall, black ceiling.

"What's your favorite thing about me?" Dean asked randomly. "Trying to boost your ego even more?" Cas smirked. "Just tryna getta feel for who you are." He shrugged.

"Your stomach." Cas answered finally. "My stomach? You know I haven't been to the gym in months right." He laughed.

Cas rolled over and straddled Dean's hips, pulling his shirt up slightly. "This," he placed both hands over the warm skin. "is completely perfect. Not perfectly fit, so good for cuddling, but it's still flat and has shape to it. Perfect."

Dean nodded, just nodded. "What's your name?" Cas looked momentarily stunned. He forgot he never told. "Cas, Castiel." He answered.

"Castiel." Dean tested. It sounded amazing rolling off his tongue. "I like it." Cas nodded and laid his head on Dean's chest. "So, when's my cue to go?"

"What're you talking about?"

"Well, you have a tour and I wouldn't want to interrupt your newest fuck Cas explained. "Mm, you don't have to go. Not yet." Dean hummed.

They say there for a while, enjoying each others company, each others body heat. "Winchester! We gotta go!" A voice called. Dean sighed and tapped Cas's sides. "Come on."

Cas got up stubbornly and held his hand to Dean, who took it and lifted himself off the ground. "Well, if you're leaving, I guess I have to, too."

"Come on tour with me!" Dean said suddenly. "What?"

"Come on tour with me! You can see this constantly." Dean smiled, quoting Cas earlier statement. "Dean.. I can't.." He sighed. "Why not?"

"Why do you want me to?" He countered. "I- I don't know."

"Exactly. I'll be here the next time you come 'round, but for now, I got things to do, marathons to runs."

Dean pouted in defeat. "Promise?"

"Promise."

"Well, here, gimme your number and I'll let you know when we come back. Then I can get you backstage tickets and you don't need to bre- sneak in."

Cas chuckled but put his number in Dean's phone. "Don't go and forget about me." He smiled. "Not even if I tried."

Dean walked Cas out to his car, making fun of it slightly. "Okay, I'm sorry I called it a Pimp Mobile!" Dean laughed as Cas hit his shoulder.

"I should go." Cas whispered after a while of silence, which seemed to happen often. "Yeah.."

Dean leaned down and pressed their lips together. Cas responded instantly, moving his lips in sync. Dean moved his hands down his body and slides them around to tuck into Cas's back pockets.

He applied force, pulling Cas's body to collide with his own. He gasped in surprise and Dean took that as an advantage, snaking his tongue between the parted lips.

He roamed the other mans mouth freely, occasionally grazing against his tongue or the roof of his mouth. Cas whined as Dean pulled away. "Sorry, babe. My lungs just aren't as strong as a marathoner's." He chuckled.

"Dean! Let's go! Chuck is about to grab you on the bus!" A man Cas recognized as Benny, lead guitarist, shouted. "Go on then, might as well leave it on a good note instead of someone dragging you away.."

"You sure I'll see you again?"

"As long as you're in town, I'll be there."

Soo I might make a part II for this