A/N: Smut Warning! I accidentally wrote smut, it wasn't supposed to happen yikes and hence the title jagajaha
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As Dean made his way down the corridor, he couldn't help but chuckle at having caught Cas staring at him instead of the TV. It sent a thrilling bolt up his spine; the prospect of Dean having the same effect on Cas that he had on Dean.
Dean didn't want to waste more than a few minutes away from Cas, he felt a bit cold without him, as cliché as that may sound. So Dean decided to grab any snack he could put his hands on - he could make popcorn another day. He didn't know if there would be a repeat of this, but he hoped so.
The fact that Cas was basically a beginner when it came to movies was such a great opportunity. Dean fully intended to seize it and spend more time with him as well as spoil Cas with all of his favorites.
Dean found a pack of chips and deemed it enough. The snack was mostly only to sit closer to Cas and maybe brush his fingers while reaching for a chip. Yes, Dean was that desperate. Don't hate, relate.
Soon Dean was making his way out of the royal pantry and up the stairs. He was all excited like a kindergarten kid going on his first playdate. What Dean didn't expect was to run into Alastair on the way up. Motherfucker, this wasn't good.
"My King," he almost sneered. "You shouldn't be out and about at this hour."
Dean wanted to make a snarking comment but he really didn't want to get into a foul mood right now.
"What, I can't even go get some snacks now?"
"We have servants for that, my Lord."
Dean was growing really impatient now. He considered decking Alastair in the face and go seek solace in Cas' room.
"I don't know about you, but I'd like to pick my own snacks. I don't let the servants choose whatever and then whine like a little bitch when I don't like it."
Alastair glared at him openly but didn't make a comment. Dean tried to push past him, he really wanted to get to Cas and soon.
"My Lord, I'll escort you to your chambers." Alastair's voice was sickly sweet and it made Dean's skin crawl.
"I know my way around this palace, Alastair. And I'm capable of defending myself. I don't need a bodyguard," Dean snapped.
"It's my duty, my King," Alastair smirked. That bastard. He really liked getting on Dean's nerves.
Dean knew if he tried to argue any more, he'd blow his cover and that'll only bring trouble for Cas. He's not gonna give Alastair one more reason to fuck with Cas. Dean had seen red when Crowley told him what Alastair did to Cas. He had warned the sick bastard but Dean couldn't overpower him when he had the whole fucking council - save Sammy - backing him up.
Sam was supposed to be Dean's Chief Secretary. But Alastair still holds the position due to his influence over the council. Sammy had to settle for Assistant Crown Advocate, being Law major and all.
Dean didn't want Alastair to get any more suspicious. So he decided to play along.
"Fine. Take me to my room but you gotta leave right after. I'm gonna have a movie marathon and I don't wanna be disturbed."
Which was kinda true. He didn't have to know where or with whom he was gonna watch the movie. Dean could easily slip away as soon as the slimy bastard was gone.
"Of course, my King. I'll just stand guard by the door. I won't make a sound."
What the fuck?! What is going on? Why is Alastair so insistent on keeping Dean under his watch? Does he already suspect Dean? Fuck. He should've been more careful. Dean knew bringing in another Angel as Castiel's companion wouldn't bode well with the council. But he thought he and Sammy had handled it well.
"I'm not a fucking child and we already have servants flaking the corridor at night. I suggest you retire to your chambers," Dean got out through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry, but it's my duty."
Duty, my ass. Alastair knew what he was doing and Dean suspected he wouldn't hesitate to try and overthrow the King. Dean just had to get through this for the safety of the kingdom and Cas as well. He's not about to let the slimy bastard touch a hair on Cas' head again. If that means staying on lockdown for the night, he would take it.
Dean sighed and started walking up the stairs instead of gracing him with a reply. Once inside his room, he turned the TV on to a random channel, volume on high and flopped face down on his bed. This was not how he expected his night to come to. He was looking forward to hanging out with Cas and now he's all alone in his huge ass room that was the size of a house. Fucking Alastair. He changed into night clothes and tried to relax a bit.
At about 1 A.M. Dean turned the TV off and just laid down staring at the ceiling. Alastair was a greater Demon and he only required at most three hours of sleep but Dean hoped that he'd assume Dean was asleep and leave.
After waiting a half hour more, Dean slowly made his way to the door and looked through the peephole. No one in sight. Good. But Alastair was a sneaky little shit. He could be standing at the end of the corridor waiting to catch Dean. So, Dean opened his door just a crack, enough to put one eye and scan the hallway. All clear.
Dean heaved a sigh of relief and opened the door. He shut it softly and padded down the corridor barefoot. Footwear would only give him away. He wanted to make sure Alastair wasn't on the stairs or on Cas' floor and sent one of his personal loyal servant down to check. Once he got the thumbs up, Dean was at Cas' door in a giffy.
Cas was probably asleep my now. Dean knows how it must've looked when he didn't come back for hours together. Cas must've thought Dean fucked off and didn't want to see him. He couldn't be more wrong.
Dean could easily have waited till the morning to talk to Cas but he wanted to clear everything up soon or Cas might think he was lying. Another reason being Dean shouldn't really be found in Cas' company in the day if he didn't want to be named a traitor.
Dean tried the knob and thankfully it was unlocked. He slowly made his way inside and just stood by the bed looking at Cas' relaxed body under the covers. He was curled on his side and his brow was free of the wrinkles he got when he's frowning or squinting. Not that that wasn't adorable, but Dean liked seeing Cas in such a sated state. His slightly chapped yet incredibly soft pink lips were parted slightly and Dean couldn't help but smile.
Since when did Dean start admiring someone who was sleeping and wasn't naked? Shit Winchester, he's already got you wrapped around his pinky.
Dean thought of waking Cas up and explaining his absence but then decided against it. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, Dean could wait. So, instead, Dean climbed in behind Cas and draped his arm around his torso to pull Cas back flush against his chest.
Oh boy, Dean doesn't cuddle, and definitely not with clothes on. But damn, he had to admit that this was cozy and comforting. He wouldn't mind doing this as long as it was with Cas. That was the last coherent thought he had before sleep engulfed him.
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Castiel blinked his eyes open to a reddish sky - the sun had just started ascending. Castiel wasn't sure why he woke up at this God awful time but when his sleep clouded mind cleared a bit, he remembered being woken up by someone snoring in his ear.
That's when he noticed the arm wrapped tightly around his torso and the warm body pressed against his back. Castiel started to panic but once he was rid of his sleepiness, he had enough awareness to guess who it was.
He turned his head to the side slightly and peered at Dean's nose tucked into his hair and his mouth was opened partly, letting out soft snores right next to Castiel's ear. A smile spread slowly on Castiel's face and he turned back around. As much as he wanted to twist and lay facing Dean and trace patterns across his freckles, Castiel valued sleep more than anything and he wasn't about to disrupt this comfortable position and lose what would most probably be the best sleep of his life.
Castiel wiggled a bit to press closer to Dean's back and settled his hands on the arm thrown over his waist. That's when he felt the solid length poking the curve of his ass. Oh.
He couldn't stop the heat from spreading on his checks nor from pooling in his belly. Castiel's brain provided unwanted images of his first night with Dean and it wasn't helping. He could feel himself getting hard and if he didn't will it down now, it was going to get uncomfortable.
His efforts of imagining nonsexual things went down the drain when Dean moved slightly and his erection poked right at his ass crack. Castiel couldn't stop the involuntary roll of his hips. His body was out of control and he craved skin on skin contact. Castiel, get yourself together!
Dean hummed at the contact and it sounded so close to a moan and Castiel had to bite his lip to supress a groan of his own.
Oh the heavens, this was torture! Castiel really needed to take care of his member but he didn't want to wake Dean up for his selfish sexual endeavor.
Just as he was contemplating finishing his business in the bathroom, Dean pressed tighter and adjusted his hips. Castiel couldn't help the rather loud moan when his erection moved against Castiel's crack, over the thin sweatpants. Dean's answering moan only swelled up his dick more. How Dean managed to stay asleep is beyond him.
That's it, he wasn't about to take it anymore. Castiel swiftly twisted and turned around in the circle of Dean's arm to face him.
"Dean," he called out. A soft hum was his only response.
A few more calls and Castiel lost all his patience. He was painfully hard and he needed to orgasm right now. He's never masturbated except when he first hit puberty and he was not about to do that now, somehow it didn't feel so pleasurable. But Dean's hands on him? Yes, he'd very much like that.
Without further thought, Castiel roughly cupped Dean's hard length and started palming him through his sweats. His other hand wound up around Dean's neck and he called out Dean's name once more, louder this time.
Dean blinked his eyes with a "Huh?" and promptly started cursing.
"Shit, Cas," he breathed once his bleary eyes focused on Castiel.
"I'm sorry I woke you, it was an emergency. I would really appreciate it if you returned the favor."
Dean blinked once, his mouth hanging open and the next second his hand was stroking Castiel through the thin layer.
"I'd suggest getting this nuisance off," Castiel panted, as he tugged at the waistband of Dean's pants.
He merely nodded, probably still sleep ridden to form words. Castiel pushed both his sweats and boxers past his thighs and started working his cock earnestly.
Dean seemed to take the cue and he got rid of Castiel's shirt in one quick motion and lowered his sweats and boxers just enough to take his throbbing erection in his hand. Castiel let out a hiss through his teeth as skin and cool air met his heated dick. Dean's first couple strokes were a little clumsy but then he seemed to get his bearings and he tightened his grip.
When Dean's thumb slid over his slit, Castiel let out a throaty moan to which Dean hummed in satisfaction and repeated the motion a couple more times. Castiel kept up a quick pace and watched as Dean's cock disappeared and reemerged from the tunnel of his fingers.
Castiel could hear the rough pants and sharp intakes of breath as Dean finally started thrusting into his fist. Castiel followed suit as he twisted his hand and thumbed over the slit which elicited a short moan out of Dean. Castiel lifted his head to smirk at Dean.
"You smug bastard. C'mere," Dean breathed out.
Castiel leaned forward without hesitation and pressed his lips to Dean's, morning breath be damned. He pulled Dean closer by the arm around his neck and let Dean take control of the kiss and explore his mouth. Their tongues danced together and Castiel groaned when Dean nibbled on his lip.
They pulled back just a little only to breathe against each other's mouths, hands working faster as they thrust into each other's fist. The room was filled with breathy moans and loud pants and the occasional curses from Dean.
Soon enough, Castiel's hips started to stutter out of rhythm and he was thrusting erratically. He could feel his muscles tightening and his ball sack clench up. Dean seemed to catch on to it too.
He leaned forward to suck on his earlobe and whispered, "Come for me, sweetheart."
That's all it took and the dam broke, and Castiel was coming hard with a shout. It took a while for him to come down from his high and when he opened his eyes, he saw Dean looking at him with a twinkle in his eyes. Castiel noticed that Dean had reached his orgasm too and they were both now covered in a mixture of their releases.
"Emergency, huh?" Dean asked with a smirk.
Castiel felt utterly blissed out that his overconfidence took over. He was now sure that he apparently sprouted extra confidence when he was aroused or right after said aurosal was taken care of.
"Of course. It was getting rather painful and I required assistance."
Dean gave out a bark of laughter which made Castiel smile. He really loved Dean's laugh.
"Oh man, that was the best way to wake up. Ever."
"You're welcome," Castiel flashed a grin and tried to snuggle up to Dean despite the drying come between them.
"You're full of surprises," he chuckled and ran his hand through Castiel's hair for a while.
"Cas?" Dean sounded tentative.
He hummed as he rubbed his face against Dean's smooth chest like a house cat.
"You know I didn't purposefully leave you hanging yesterday, right?" Castiel lifted his head to look at Dean's apologitic face.
"Alastair caught me on the way back from the pantry and I had to hide out in my room till he was out of my hair. I hope you know I'd have been back in a couple minutes if it wasn't for that slimy bastard."
Castiel saw the sincerety in Dean's eyes and marveled at how those green and gold flecks conveyed all his emotions beautifully.
He remembered staying up and wondering where Dean was and fretting over Dean wanting nothing to do with him because he was so uninteresting. All those fears that felt so impeccable at the time faded away at Dean's words. He'd strung himself up with his overthinking again and assumed stuff only to work himself up.
"I know that now. You don't have to worry, Dean," he gave Dean a small reassuring smile.
Castiel wondered what in the heavens happened in the two days he'd known Dean. He'd absolutely loathed Dean the moment he had pointed at Castiel but still freely gave himself up to him the same night. He'd wanted nothing to do with Dean, yet he agreed to be his friend quite enthusiastically. And now, even when he'd last went to bed thinking Dean thought poorly of him, he'd ended up giving him a handjob of his own accord.
What was wrong with him? One wasn't supposed to be this conflicted, right? This didn't make sense. Castiel knew he should stay away from Dean and wasn't supposed to like him, but he couldn't for the life of him stop the automatic yearning of his heart nor the unexplainable need to be as close to Dean as physically possible.
And in all honesty, Castiel wasn't even fighting his knee-jerk reactions as much as he should be. He really didn't want to any more. It was stupid, really. His fate was sealed and he's going to live the rest of his life in the Demon Realm, so it's completely senseless to put up a fight against Dean or deny himself the pleasures of life.
Luckily for Castiel, his 'master' was kind and caring and he rather liked spending time with him. It's not like Castiel was being forced to do anything against his will. Yes, he was brought here out of necessity and he was only still there because he didn't have a choice, but he did have a say in what he did with his body. He initially thought he might not have any opportunity to exercise free will, but Dean had shown him nothing but kindness and had let Castiel make his own decisions whenever possible.
So, Castiel concluded that it wasn't wrong of him to carter to his own whims and desires without second guessing himself for once in his life. He really didn't have anything to lose anymore.
"Thanks, Cas," Dean sighed against his hair. "I guess we should get cleaned up, huh?" He motioned between.
Castiel let out an exaggerated sigh to show his displeasure in having to move from the bed. "It seems so, unfortunately. I really don't want to move though," he stated.
"Aw come on, Cas. What if I said we could shower together?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Castiel merely laughed and made a shooing motion. "You go. I'd like to catch up on a couple more minutes of sleep. That you disrupted with your obnoxious snoring, might I add."
Somewhere along the way, within these couple of days, Castiel had also grown comfortable enough to make effortless conversations and even crack jokes with Dean. Some lighthearted teasing didn't do anyone harm, and it was always fun.
Dean gave a dramatic gasp and looked down at Castiel with narrowed eyes. "I do not snore!"
"Sure you do," Castiel muffled a yawn. "Go get cleaned up before someone figures out you're not in your room."
"Yeah, yeah, fine." Dean grumbled and made his way to the enuite bathroom.
Castiel now knew why Dean had left the other morning. If Alastair or other awful Demons found out Dean was spending time with his 'whore' which wasn't strictly sexual, it would end terribly for them. He understood Dean's position and was willing to help him with it.
"I'm just gonna say you're missing out on some awesome shower massage. I'm an expert," Dean informed as he opened the door.
"Just take the damn shower, Dean. I'm trying to sleep here."
"Wow, bossy. I like it."
Castiel chuckled and shook his head and proceeded to bury his face into the pillow and inhaled Dean's scent.
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A/N: Hi guys! *waves*
So... Smut, anybody? I have no idea where it came from. This was supposed to be super fluffy and then Dean's dick poked out of nowhere and I got carried away lmfao. Probably because of the fic I was reading at the time jahgajga. I apologize if smut is not your thing. I can't fight my characters yo, they write themselves. Just don't report if you aren't into it, I've added a Smut warning for that very reason.
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Adios bitches ;) *hands out smutty fanart*