Twist and Shout

Chapter 4

June, 1966
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There was something missing when Cas woke up, the warmth beside him gone, the bed cool beneath his touch. Music was pouring down the hallway into the open door of the bedroom, and Cas sleepily rubbed at his eyes, sitting up in bed and slipping his fingers through his hair with a yawn. Dean wasn't in bed with him, but he was still in the apartment. For a moment Cas thought it was Saturday and Dean had gone out to the track for the practice runs, but it was Sunday.
Faintly, he could hear Dean singing, a little louder than the music, and way off-key. Cas laughed to himself and hauled his stiff body out of bed, stretching his arms above his head and twisting his back, working out the stiffness of his joints and muscles. He opened the closet door and dug through the clothes hanging, coming back with a sweater and pulling it over his head; it nearly swallowed him whole, and he realized that it was one of Dean's. He hadn't even known that Dean owned a sweater. Hehe thought the only thing he owned that was any protection from the cold was his leather jacket.
He wandered out of the room and into the kitchen where Dean was, hovering over the stove, moving something around in a pan with a spatula. And then the smell hit Cas, and he moved over to where Dean was, arms snaking around his waist as he rested his head onto his shoulder. Dean jumped slightly, and he stopped singing, the music more clear without Dean's voice rising above it.
"Did I wake you up?" Dean said as he pulled the bacon out of the pan and set it onto the waiting plate beside the stove, turning the burner off and turning around in Cas' arms.
Cas hummed softly and shook his head, pressing his face into the crook of Dean's neck. Dean laughed softly and brought his arms up, holding Cas against his chest.
"You've got a big day today," Cas mumbled against Dean's neck, lips brushing against his skin.
"You're gonna go, right?"
"Of course," Cas laughed softly, pulling back to look up at Dean. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, what's for breakfast?"
They ate at the table, Dean sitting across from Cas, shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth, and Cas looked on with a fond smile on his face. It had been about two weeks since he had moved in with Dean, and they had fallen into a routine with each other so easily. When Cas had classes, he woke up before Dean, showered and got ready, and kissed him before he headed out. On his days off, Dean woke up before Cas, letting him sleep in, and Dean normally cooked breakfast for the two of them.
And when Dean worked, Cas would stay up to wait for him to get home, busying himself with his homework or studying, and when Dean would get home, they'd have dinner together with a record playing in the background. It was a good routine. It worked.
Cas stretched his leg forward, the top of his foot grazing over Dean's leg, and Dean looked up at him, grinning.
"You're gonna do great today," Cas smiled as he picked up a piece of bacon to chew on.
"Thanks, babe," Dean laughed softly, finishing off his scrambled eggs. "But I always do great, don't I?"
"Don't be so smug."
He finished off his bacon and pushed his plate towards Dean, not too fond of eggs himself. . Dean gave him a questioning look, but Cas shrugged.
"You're gonna need it so you can blow all those other guys away."
"Don't like my cooking?"
Dean pulled the plate toward himself and began to eat the eggs, and Cas rolled his eyes, pushing away from the table and moving to the other side. He leaned over Dean and wrapped his arms around his neck, sleeves hanging over his hands past his fingers, and he pressed a kiss to Dean's cheek.
"Don't be ridiculous, I love your cooking."
Dean made an approving sound when Cas kissed his cheek again, and then he pulled away, heading toward the living room. He rifled through his records, which were now stacked against the wall beside the turntable, and pulled one out, replacing the one currently playing. Dean wandered into the living not long after, his sweats hanging low on his hips, and Cas took a moment to let his eyes rake over him.
"Enjoying the view?"
"Mm, I sure am," Cas hummed when Dean slipped his arms around his waist, pulling him against his chest as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of the sweater, dancing over his stomach. He grinned when Dean kissed along the side of his neck, hands trailing higher, warm against his skin.
"Gonna win this race for you, baby."
Cas squirmed in Dean's hold, turning around and planting his palms flat against his chest, looking up at him. Dean frowned, but Cas quickly kissed it into a smile.
"You need to get ready." Dean leaned in to kiss him again, and slid his hand up, fingers curling around the nape of his neck, slipping through the fine hairs at the base. "I'm serious," Cas said when he pulled away. "Go shower and get ready."
Dean groaned, untangling himself from Cas.
"You're just gonna nag me all day, aren't you?"
"I will if you don't get ready." Cas folded his arms and Dean threw his hands up in surrender, walking toward their bedroom. He didn't relax until he heard the shower come on, and he moved across the room to gather up one of his books; he flopped onto the couch, pulling his sleeves back and opening to where he had marked it.
He rubbed his forehead tiredly, closing his eyes every so often to rethink what he was reading, trying to get the words to stick. He was so lost in thinking about cell respiration he didn't hear Dean open the bedroom door, hot, humid, air coming out with him. Cas scratched absently at his hair, reciting something under his breath, the bureau drawers rattling in the other room and the closet door squeaking open as Dean rifled for his gear.
"You seen my gloves?" he called and Cas didn't look up from the page. There was more rummaging and Cas inclined his head to the side, his reaction delayed, opening his mouth to say something that he couldn't figure to say, eyes still tracing words, mind still slipping it away for later.
"Babe," Dean said appearing out of nowhere, his t-shirt clinging to his chest, his jeans still undone. He leaned against the doorframe, watching Cas before shaking his head and going to put his arm over the back of the couch, placing his hand over the text.
"What?" Cas said, breaking out of his daze, looking up.
"Have you seen my gloves?" Dean asked, eyebrows lifted. Cas wracked his brain, tapping at the book's binding.
"Did you check on the table? No, wait, check the nightstand drawer. Sometimes I throw them in there."
Dean pinched his cheek, laughing, and ambled back into the bedroom, humming to himself as he rifled through the drawer.
"Found 'em!"
"Ok!" Cas replied, going back to his book, but he couldn't focus like before, too busy listening to the sound of Dean taking his speed suit out, laying it on the bed. He smiled, playing with the corner of the page he was looking at. What the hell.He threw the book down and climbed off the couch, coming into the bedroom just as Dean had worked the zipper of the suit over his belly button, the sleeves hanging and dangling around his hips.
"You're supposed to be studying," he commented, shimmying an arm into it, the stitching accentuating the soft curve of his bicep and the broad sweep of his shoulders. Cas shrugged, wandering further into the room, coming to wiggle the zipper up Dean's torso for him, leaving the snap at the collar undone. That wouldn't get closed up till he was on the track. He ran his hands over Dean's chest, loving the feel of the leather. His gloves were still on the bed and Cas picked them up, helping Dean work them over his fingers.
"This is more important," Cas said after a while, rubbing Dean's sides, kissing his chin and then finding his mouth, Dean's hands settling on his waist. "You're going to do amazing today."
"Bring it home, right?" Dean laughed, and Cas touched the spot he'd just kissed with his thumb. Dean smiled, the pre-race gleam already gathering in his eyes. "I'm going to win the money and we'll take a vacation. For like three days or something."
"Three days?" Cas marveled, , "You spoil me."
"Yes, and we're going to actually leave the house. I have something planned." Dean shrugged, playing it off. Cas fell in love with his shy smile and the way he fidgeted with the hem on Cas' sweater, staring at it, "Is this mine?" he asked and Cas touched his gloved hands.
"I'm so proud of you," Cas mumbled, smiling, still staring at their hands, "I really am. Whether you win or not."
"Winning is nice, though," Dean responded, ducking his head, nosing at Cas' cheek. Cas had to laugh.
"Winning is very nice."
"Does it impress you?"
"Hmm, not so much as how hard you work for it."
"But the race is fun to watch, isn't it? When I smoke 'em?" Dean teased and Cas conceded it was.
It was wonderful watching Dean on the track. He was so sure of himself there. Nobody could touch him, and he was good at it - it was undisputable. Cas remembered the first time he had seen all the trophies in the shelf of Dean's bedroom. He hadn't ever really understood how good Dean was 'til he saw them. They were all first or second place. The medals were no different.
"Please be careful, though," Cas insisted and Dean rolled his eyes at that.
"How many have I told you - I know what I'm doing. There is literally no chance of anything bad happening." He put his hands on Cas' shoulders and Cas rolled them off, giving him a stare.
"I'm serious. You and I both know you let it go on the track and you can be aggressive and sometimes you take risks," Cas trailed off, Dean shaking his head, having heard it all before.
"You know what would really help? If you came down and kissed me right before - everyone would be so stunned I'd get a ten second head start. Then I wouldn't have to worry about anybody sneaking up on me."
"You don't need any kind of head start," Cas replied, jabbing his sides. "That's not the point, and you know it. Just be careful. Winning isn't everything - and I'd prefer you in one piece, even if it meant they turned the gas off."
"That's not going to happen," Dean offered, rubbing Cas' arms with the flats of his hand. "I'm serious, ok? It's not going to happen because I'm going to bag it and you can quit worrying so much."
"You're lucky you're pretty, Dean Winchester," Cas grumped, and Dean laughed, draping his arms over Cas, staring down at him.
"It'd be nice you know. I see all of them with their girlfriends before," he purred into Cas' ear.
"Don't talk like that," Cas whispered, suddenly sad. Dean kissed him, and he tasted like tobacco and mint toothpaste, and Cas melted into him, arms winding around his back.
"I should talk like that more often," Dean hushed into his mouth and Cas growled, playfully nipping at his lip.
"For luck," he laughed, slapping Dean's ass, and Dean stared at him for a long moment before taking his face in his hands and kissing him till he couldn't breathe.
"God I'm crazy about you," he muttered, almost to himself, kissing him in a way that smushed their noses together. "I'm so crazy for you."
"Go on," Cas ordered, clearing his throat, shoving him off. He picked up his bag off the bed and shoved it at him. "You're going to miss registration, and then what am I going to do?"
Dean grinned, letting Cas push him to the door. Cas was halfway to closing it when he turned and stuck his hand in, making Cas pull up with a yelp.
"Dean I almost broke your fingers!" he cried, and Dean opened the door with his shoulder, sticking his head in.
"I love you," he smiled. "We should go out after!"
"I love you too - and win first. We'll talk about celebrating later," Cas sighed, giving up one more kiss that turned into two before Dean finally let himself be shoved out the door. He was going to give him a heart attack one of these days.
Sam picked him up an hour later in Jess's Ford, Cas sliding into the backseat, stretching his legs out. They chose a good spot, parking the car on slight rise along one of the curves, spreading a blanket on the hood. Sam lifted Jess onto it and she tucked her feet up, smiling in excitement while she adjusted the scarf around her head, fiddling with the little rose pin keeping it in place. Cas came and climbed up beside her, bringing the bag of oranges she had thrown in the backseat with him. Sam leaned against the side of the car, bending to whisper into Jess's ear, and she covered her mouth at his words, stifling some kind of shocked giggle.
"Sammy, don't talk like that!" she laughed, elbowing him, Sam kissing her cheek and then straightened to bounce on the balls of his feet. Cas was so glad Sam was there; he was terribly smart and was attending Stanford on a scholarship with the hopes that he could get into the law program within the year. Whether he knew about the money Dean had saved or not, Cas didn't know, but he did know that it meant the world to Dean to have his baby brother rooting him on.
"Sam says Dean's going to work them today - give them a real good run for the first half, let them get confident, and then pull it in big at the end," Jess said conversationally, peeling an orange with one pretty fingernail.
Cas nodded.
"He likes to give us a show," Sam injected, and Jess rolled her eyes and winked at Cas. Cas blushed - Jessica was too pretty to be throwing winks around, it seemed. She melted his heart with just a bat of her eyelashes.
"You'd want a show too if you were as good as he is. He must get bored just getting straight wins. You have to do something to keep yourself entertained!"
"He's reckless," Cas said bitterly, crossing his arms nervously. "He plays too close to the quick and he's going to do something stupid one day."
Jessica cleaned off a slice of orange and nibbled on it, nodding. "You know, I said the same thing to Sam the other day, but you talk sense into him, don't you? He always listens to you!"
Cas shrugged, pulling his glasses off to clean them and then replace them on his face, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. "I might as well be teaching poetry to fish," he laughed, and Jessica giggled, putting the rest of the orange into her mouth, turning to Sam to look at the program. Another race was taking place on the track and Cas listened to the crowd cheering, as someone won. Cas shook his hands out with anxious energy. It was almost time for Dean's race.
"You want the binoculars?" Jess said with a smile, holding them out. Cas took them with thanks and peered across to the starting line, scanning for Dean. He smiled.
"54!" he said happily, and Jessica clapped her hands, tilting her head to look for the number. Dean walked his bike to the starting line and then slung his leg over it, crouched low in the seat. His body was nearly horizontal, the flat plane of his spine parallel with the sleek line of the bike. With his helmet on, Cas couldn't see his face, but he could see the flex of his fingers, the subtle shift of his shoulders as he readied himself. There was a pause - Cas smiled.
"Win it for your boy," Cas whispered, and the next thing he knew, the engines roared and the cluster drifted forward. Dean did work them - he played around for the first half, but 72 was aggressive and Dean was not to be trifled with. Cas hissed as they sped around the corner, swearing that Dean's leg nearly grazed the pavement the turn was so close. He passed the binoculars to Sam who followed him around the track.
"Sure lead!" Sam said brightly, and Cas leaned forward, watching as they came up around the bend closest to their parked car. The three of them held their breath and yelled as Dean went past, baiting the rider beside him, neck and neck.
"Give 'em hell!" Sam yelled, and Jess fanned herself.
"Too much excitement!" she laughed, and Cas grinned. It felt like it had just started, but the race was over quickly.
Cas threw up his hands, Jessica whooping while Sam pumped a fist, Dean sliding over the finish line like he owned the track, leading so easily it was almost criminal. He really did bully them in the first half before stealing it in the final leg. Cas looked away as Jess and Sam shared a kiss, Sam brimming with pride. He took up the neglected binoculars again, easily finding Dean's number.
Bobby was down in the pit, and he took his hat off, waved it and then replaced it, hustling to Dean. Cas' eyes followed Dean's every movement as he parked his bike, shaking his head out as he pulled his helmet off and tucked it in the crook of his arm. Heaccepted the flask that Bobby offered him, leaning back to take a good pull of it. Bobby ruffled his hair as he passed it back and then pulled him in, head locking his neck to hug him, and Cas knew Dean was forcing himself to be humble, pushing the older man off with a silent laugh.
Cas flushed and Sam shoved him.
"Well, we should probably go congratulate him!" Sam exclaimed, lifting Jessica off the hood. She squealed, waving the program, talking about other races, but Cas knew they'd pale in comparison to watching Dean race. Sam set her back on the ground like she weighednothing, Cas jumping off as well, folding up the blanket, Jess scattering the orange peels into the grass. They piled back into the car and followed the others around to the front of the track, parking in the grass nearer to the pit. Dean had wheeled his motorcycle off to the side and was talking to Bobby as they all approached, his hair slicked from the helmet and his eyes bright and shining. They hung back while a reporter snapped his picture with the trophy and did a quick interview, Dean turning over his shoulder to wink at them when Bobby answered more specific questions.
"He'll make the front page of the AFM newsletter, no doubt," Cas joked, and Sam snorted, eager to go towards Dean, his arm slung around Jess's waist.
"You're terrible," Jess laughed, and Cas smiled, watching Dean gesture at something on his bike, talking about the make. He looked so lean in his leathers and Cas licked his lips unconsciously. Dean was always in a good mood after a big win.
As soon as the reporter was gone, Sam strode forward, taking Dean by the arms and shaking him lightly, a grin on his face.
"You were mint!" He smiled. "absolutely mint!" Dean shrugged, pulling him into his arms again.
"I'm glad you could make it," he muttered into Sam's ear, and Sam held him back, Dean clapping his shoulder and then releasing him, Sam launching into the list of questions he had saved up.
Jess stayed back, leaning against Cas in Sam's absence, the backs of their hands brushing, watching Dean show off his bike and his gear, grinning toothily at Sam as his younger brother bent forward, inspecting everything. Cas smiled down at Jess as she smiled up at him. She was beautiful, the sun making her hair a bright gold color. She was perfect for Sam.
Jess cleared her throat when Sam and Dean began bickering over something, and they both stopped, straightening up.
"Jess!" Dean said sweetly and she came forward and threw her arms around his neck.
"You were the finest one out there," she teased and Dean laughed nervously as she stepped back, adjusting her purse in her hand with a sigh, addressing the group.
"Well, Sam promised me dinner, and I'm going to hold him to his word. So, Cas, if you want, we can drop you off at home before?"
"Oh," Cas looked between Jess and Dean, and Dean shrugged a shoulder before wiggling away from Sam when Sam began to jab at his side, laughing.
"Or Dean can take Cas. I mean, they're both going to the same place," Sam interjected, moving to stand beside Jess, curling his arm around her waist. "Plus, it'll be one less place to stop off before dinner - that way we can get back to campus earlier."
"Great idea, Sammy! You two go have dinner, have fun! And be safe. Call when you get back, alright?" Dean grinned again, and Cas could tell that it was from nerves. Dean really didn't know how to act with Cas around his brother and his girlfriend, and to tell the truth, Cas didn't know either. He was sure that Sam and Jess knew about the two of them, but neither of them had said a word about it.
Sometimes Dean would tell Cas that he wanted to tell Sam - tell about how much he loved Cas - but he just didn't know how, and Cas didn't know how to help him. Sam knew that Dean wasn't straight, but he'd never outright asked about it. Cas could only try to reassure Dean that his brother seemed to love him no matter what. Sam didn't seem like he was going to quit talking to either of them anytime soon, which relieved Dean temporarily, but he was antsy around them nonetheless.
"Well, we'd better get going if we're going to get into the restaurant," Jess smiled, pulling away from Sam to wrap her arms around Cas suddenly. After a moment Cas hugged her back, his face brushing against her curly hair. He squeezed her tight, and when she pulled away, he felt a sort of longing; it reminded him of his sister, and he wanted to wrap his arms around her again and just hold her. "It was nice seeing you, Cas," she whispered in his ear, leaning back to take his hand in both of hers. "You should definitely hang out with us one day. We should all get together and go somewhere. Go see a movie or something!"
"Maybe one day, Jess," Sam jumped in, slugging Dean in the shoulder before Dean pulled him into another hug, purposefully squeezing the life out of him. Sam squirmed in his hold, but eventually brought his arms up, patting Dean's back. "Congratulations on the win, Dean. We'll see you guys around!" He waved as Jess pulled herself away from Cas, taking Sam's hand and walking back to their car.
Men were filing out of the track one at a time with their bikes, and Cas could see Bobby heading their way. He moved to stand beside Dean, filling the gap, automatically leaning toward him until their arms were barely touching. If Bobby noticed when he approached them, he didn't say anything. Instead, he handed over the money that Dean had made, and then Dean handed it over to Cas.
"Put that in your pocket."
Cas nodded and took the cash from Dean and slipped it away.
"That was a great race, boy," Bobby was smiling, and he turned to Cas. "You should be proud of him, Cas."
"Oh, I am." Cas' cheeks flushed and he toed at the ground, smiling.
"Well, I oughta head home. I'll see you at the garage tomorrow, kid." Bobby nodded towards Cas, "Cas." and Cas said his brief goodbye watching him walk away.
He let his eyes wander to Dean's face, trying his best to keep his tone neutral. "Good run," he started and Dean nodded, looking past Cas' shoulder at the other competitors. He nodded again, glancing at Cas through his lashes.
"Yeah - too easy though. Coulda used a challenge. That'll be next week during trials. Boyd is in town and he owes me a rematch," Dean said, pulling his gloves off, flexing his fingers. Cas longed to reach out and run his hands through Dean's helmet hair, but he had to refrain for the moment.
Dean kept staring at him and Cas swallowed.
"What?" he said in a low voice, and Dean edged closer.
"I wish I could kiss you right now." He bent his head right against Cas' ear, and Cas' cheeks went red.
"Don't say that."
"Why not?"
Cas sighed and pulled away from Dean, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"What if someone hears?"
"Then let them hear."
Cas rolled his eyes, but all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around Dean's middle and bury his face into the crook of his neck and just tell him how much he loved him. Not everyone had left the track yet, so instead he just reached out to him, fingers trailing over the leather covering his arm.
"I'm proud of you."
Dean smiled and caught Cas' fingers as they passed his hand, turning his body to block the view so that no one could see. And they stood there for a few minutes, just barely holding hands, but it was enough for them.
"Come on," Dean continued, tugging on Cas a little, and Cas followed, only a step behind till he caught up and walked beside him. Dean led him all the way back to the storage building on the side of the track, and once he knew no one was back there, pulled Cas around, pushing him up against the grey cement. There was a roar of motorcycles as the next race started, the crowd cheering, unaware of them.
Cas sank into the kiss, hands rubbing Dean's arms up to his shoulders and then to his chest, fingers slipping to the zipper of Dean's speed suit, pulling it down to reveal the plain t-shirt under it Dean shrugged out of the sleeves, still kissing him, his pelvis keeping Cas pinned to the wall.
"You like watching your boy?" Dean rasped, dragging his hands down Cas' torso, nipping at Cas' neck. Cas' nails bit at the small of Dean's back as he pushed his hips up to meet Dean's, sighing against Dean's hair, leaning back to give him more access to his skin.
"Watching me win - so I can bring it home and take care of you..." Dean drawled, his thumbs pressing into Cas' hips, rocking with him. "Take such good care of you. Take such good care of my baby," he continued, sliding their mouths together, swallowing up the moan Cas emitted, hands dropping to his ass, pulling him in as close as he could get.
Dean leaned his cheek against Cas', both of them panting as they rutted against each other, Cas kissing along his jaw and biting at his shoulder.
"Dean, we shouldn't - wait...wait...not o-on my clothes, and someone could see," Cas groaned, and Dean considered this for a moment, but his hands were already fumbling with Cas' belt, getting his dick out.
"Just get off, baby, you worry too much." He smiled into the corner of Cas' mouth, jerking him fast and hard, but kissing him gently, the other hand reaching in his pocket to pull out the rag he always kept there. "I've got you."
Cas' breath hitched at the words and he dug his hands into Dean's shoulders, looking into Dean's eyes with a glazed expression. Dean stared back at him for a while, and then looked down to see Cas' stomach heave as he finally came, Dean catching it with the rag, Cas gasping as the cloth brushed against the sensitive head of his cock.
"Oh," Cas breathed, reeling as he came down. "Jesus, Dean," he whispered, his legs shaking while Dean tucked him back up and kissed him. Cas palmed Dean's hard-on through his suit and Dean moaned, leaning into him, rocking his hips into Cas' palm.
"You're hopeless," Cas murmured, Dean gasping again as he applied more pressure. "So impatient when you win..." he said hotly against the shell of Dean's ear. "...I should probably reward you."
Cas slid down the wall, dropping to his knees, not even caring if his slacks got dirty. Dean made him reckless and stupid and wild. He looked up at Dean as he licked a stripe up to the tip of his dick, now free and so close to coming. He wasn't going to last, but Cas didn't mind. Dean had taken care of him, and now it was his turn. Dean's fingers fisted into his hair and smoothed it away from his forehead as he worked him with long, graceful, sucks, pausing every so often to toy with the head, tonguing at his slit.
"- shit," Dean choked, bracing himself on the wall as Cas swallowed a few moment later, wiping his mouth and then putting Dean away, zipping the zipper up to his navel as he stood. Dean smiled at him, dopey and sated.
"Good?" Cas asked, and Dean leaned in and kissed him He hummed against Cas' lips as Cas zipped him up the rest of the way, adjusting his collar.
"Is there a sequel?"
"When we get home," Cas admonished, pecking him. "After you've gotten that wonderful money and we've paid our utilities and eaten and done all that."
"Awww, we have to eat first?"
"Then wait thirty minutes. Don't want you cramping," Cas squeezed Dean's ass, laughing while Dean pushed him against the wall again, getting lost in his mouth. He pulled away and kissed Cas' cheek.
"Thirty minutes," he sighed, straightening Cas' shirt. Cas lifted his hand and kissed Dean's palm.
"I think we could get away with fifteen," he muttered, watching Dean chuckle. The sun framed him, and he glowed from the inside, arm on either side of Cas' body, like a house around him. He dipped his head and kissed him, and Cas brushed their noses together. He didn't need to tell Dean that when he looked up at him again he filed the image somewhere in his mind. It would have a lovely label, like all the rest, tucked up for a rainy day.