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Fratricide; The act of killing one's brother. It can either be done directly or via the use of either a hired or an indoctrinated intermediary.
Oh no, Sam Winchester thought to himself as he watched his older brother strolling across the boardwalk of their hotel. He will not be needing the help of a professional in this case. He’ll be just fine killing Dean with his bare hands. Fuming silently from his beach chair, he stares daggers across the sand to where Dean is whistling and heading their way. Whistling! The stupid jerk has the nerve to whistle a jaunty tune knowing full well and good what he was doing to Sam.
It took him a while, but Sam found out what Dean had been up to; it all made sense now that he paid attention to the signs and they all came to a head once they arrived at the resort. First there was the sneaking around, then the unexpected text messages (conveniently timed for sure!) that came through. But the last straw was coming back to the hotel room all glassy eyed and rumpled. His shirt was inside out for God’s sake!
No, there was no doubt about it – Dean was sleeping with someone. It was just really unfortunate for Sam, and his soon to be late brother, that the person he chose to sleep with was Sam’s wife Jess.
“Hey Dean!” Jess beckons obscenely from her own chair next to Sam, wrapped in her beach coverup even though it was practically 90* outside, “you wanna go for a swim?”
Dean gives Sam’s bride a disgusting overly pouty grin with his stupid perfect mouth, “No can do Ms. Jessica, got myself a massage and the lotion’s got to stay on for thirty minutes if I want to stay all smooth.”
“A massage?” Sam scoffs, unable to hide his revulsion at their blatant lies, “is that where you went off to so early?”
“Yeah dude, I told you I booked something yesterday.”
His older brother looks from him to Jess quickly, but not quick enough for Sam to miss the way Dean’s eye lingered on Jess for a few seconds too long. He’d been doing that for weeks now; just staring at her a little too long. And asking Sam a lot of really random questions about her too. Like what kinds of comfort foods she liked to eat, or were there any smells that bothered her. Obviously trying to learn more about her to try and get on her good side.
Jess runs a clammy hand down Sam’s bare arm, “Baby, is everything okay? You’ve been kind of weird today?”
“Oh I’ve been weird?” Sam retorts, jerking his arm away and folding them across his chest, “you just decided to get up at four AM to go for walks now, hmm?”
Even behind her large sunglasses, her face is pale and sallow. Sam can see the question about her new habits strikes a nerve. Good, at least she’ll get the idea that he’s not blind to what’s been going on. Sure, before their trip Jess had been an early riser. But lately he’s woken up to find her side of the bed empty, and more often than not the shower is running with the door locked. And she’s had “appointments” in her calendar randomly in the middle of the day when she should have been at work.
“Babe, I told you I was going to walk the beach. I offered if you wanted to come with me, remember?”
Dean whips his shirt off, clearly showing off his shoulders and chest for Jess’s benefit. He plops down in the chair next to her, even though the one next to Sam was also free. Taking a sip from her umbrella drink, he frowns at the tiki cup and sets it back in the sand, “Yeah Sammy, take a chill pill man. We’re on vacation, who cares what time she gets up?”
Sam grits down on his teeth to keep from shouting, “I care, because I want to know where my wife is.”
“Sam!” Jess huffs and glares over the top of her glasses, “What’s gotten into you?”
“Yeah bitch, you’re kinda living up to your nickname there.” Dean pushes his own Ray-Bans up on his nose and lays back on the chair. The tilt of his head exposes a major hickey right below his ear and something in the sight of it turns Sam’s vision red. Jess has never given him a hickey, ever! Not even when they were first dating in college, she even called them gross at one point!
“Nice hickey jerk, maybe next time you two should try a little harder to be discreet.” Sam replies and pushes up from his chair. Storming off before either of them can respond.
This was bullshit, he was going to pack his stuff and get the first flight back to Lawrence; they could drive back together from Florida for all he cared. It didn't matter what they had to say, Sam had seen it all. And he was done.
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“Oh shit, oh shit,” Jess pants, her hands fisted in her black coverup thingy, “he knows. He’s got to know, right?”
Her panic would be kind of cute if she didn’t look about a minute from passing out, Dean rubs a hand tentatively down his sister-in-law’s back, “I think the jigg might be up. You sure you really want to wait a whole ‘nother day to tell him?”
“I didn’t want it to ruin the trip, he’s been planning it for months. You know how he gets when things change.”
Oh sweetheart, how quick you’re gonna be singing a different tune about changes, Dean smirks and picks her drink back up. She and Sam had no idea the changes that were coming for them both.
“Take a drink of your juice, just breathe. If you don't want to tell him till tomorrow that’s fine. But between you and me, he’s got it figured out.”
Maybe she just needed the sugar, she was looking a little pale under her signature California glow. Dean still felt kind of giddy about the whole thing. He knew it was kind of sudden but when is it ever really the right time for something like this to happen? And yeah sure Sam might be a little upset at first, it’s not what he had planned either. But Dean knew, once the shock wore off he’d be just as stoked. Then they’d all be one big happy family. It was going to be awesome.
Jess sips through her straw, “You’re sure I should just tell him?”
“Positive! You should tell him tonight, tell him right now even. Then I can stop hiding it!”
“Oh please,” she smiles, adjusting her sun hat a little lower, “you love having a secret. Makes things exciting for you. Just like that love bite on your neck does Romeo.”
Dean flushes from the ears down at her comment about his hickey. Yeah things got a little out of hand last time. But he just couldn’t say no, not when it was all teeth, and tongues, and whispers of ‘Dean let me taste you’ ringing in his ears. Who in their right mind would say no to that?
Clearing his throat, Dean steals a sip from the cup, “Yeah I think the cat’s out of the bag there. What’s up with Sammy being all prudish about it though?”
“Who knows,” she shrugs a shoulder and takes back the drink, “but you’ll have to cut that out sooner or later. Someone’s going to have lots of questions about your habits if you don't behave. And I know you don’t want to miss out on anything.”
Dean grins, thinking of all the things they’ll get to do in the future. Going for drives in his Impala, stopping for pie at a roadside diner, listening to all his records, watching his favorite movies. All the stuff he loved to do; he couldn't wait to share it.
“Yeah I’ll tone it down in front of you know who. But no way Sammy gets to have all the fun!”
Jess grins and rolls her eyes fondly at him, “Whatever you say, Uncle Dean.”
Jess was glowing now and Dean couldn’t think of a time when she looked more beautiful. When he walked in on her puking a few weeks ago, the first thought he had was that she was going to be an amazing mom. Okay, that wasn't the first thought, it was more like ‘Holy Shit, I’m never eating meatballs again.’ But after that, Dean was thrilled to learn not only that Jess was pregnant but that he didn't have to give up going to Caesar's for hoagies on Tuesdays! She asked him to keep quiet about it just because Sam planned this whole big Florida trip for Dean’s birthday. So he kept his trap shut when she texted him to bring antacids to her at the office or get Sam out of the house so Dean could help drag a crib into the spare room. It was just what big brother’s did, and Jess testified that Dean was a champion big brother. Sam was such a lucky guy, it was so cool to see his kid brother grow up and meet the girl of his dreams.
Now that they were married with a baby on the way, Dean was going to be sure to remind his brother the importance of family, something their own father struggled with for most of their lives. He wasn't worried, he knew Sam was going to be a great dad. He just got so stressed about things being perfect sometimes, Dean wasn’t sure he could handle a surprise quite like what Jess had in store for him.
Dean’s phone pings in the pocket of his swim trunks. Taking it out, his eyes go wide at the display and heat creeps up the back of his neck, “I um, think I left something back in the room.”
“Like your dignity?” Jess chuckles.
“Shut up! You’ve got eyes that work, he’s a total smokeshow am I right?”
She shakes her head at him as he scrambles up from his own chair. Thoughts already turning to a pair of fathomless blue eyes and plush pink lips, miles of tanned skin and gorgeous dark hair. He knew he had it in a bad way, but what would a vacation be without a wild fling to pass the time? And if the text message on his phone was anything to go by, the next few hours were going to be pretty wild indeed.
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Sam was going to lose his mind! If he had to spend another minute watching his wife and brother dance around eachother he might actually commit the murder he so gleefully plotted the other day.
His attempt to leave the resort was thwarted as soon as he got back to the room, all flights were booked and he couldn't change his return ticket due to some airline loophole crafted straight from the bowels of Hell. Instead he spent the day sulking in the room, only to storm out later when Jess and Dean returned, both looking bright eyed and smiling. He turned down their invitation to dinner too, even though they were both pretty insistent about him coming. Ignoring the way Jess’s smile quivered and Dean rested a hand on her shoulder as Sam slammed the door in their faces.
He spent the night sleeping in the living room of their two bedroom suite; well sleeping was a strong word. He tossed and turned for hours, clenching his fists under the thin blanket when he heard one door tentatively open and then another shut softly just after. Their gall was astounding, he had half a mind to burst in the bedroom and give them a piece of his mind, but the fear of what he might see kept him locked on the couch. Covering his head with a pillow to block out the quiet sounds of Dean’s throaty chuckle and the rhythmic squeak of bed springs. Only dropping off to sleep in fits and starts, crammed on the too small sofa with an ache in his stomach and sadness in his heart.
Now he woke with the sun blaring in his eyes and a hangover sick feeling clouding his head. Turned to face the back of the couch, he can hear the coffee maker going and the shower running in the other room. Feet pad slowly over to his spot on the couch and he shut his eyes, hoping whoever it was would let him pretend to sleep a little longer.
“No dice Sammy, that trick didn't work when you were seven and it won’t work now. Time to get up!” Dean nudges his butt with a bare foot and Sam swats out blindly at him.
“Back off Dean.” Sam grunts without turning over, “just leave me alone.”
Dean shoves him again, a little harder than before, “Dude come on. We’re going to head down to breakfast in a minute.”
It was the “we” that got to him the most; just hearing how casual Dean was about the whole thing killed him. How could his brother do that? Pretend that everything was completely fine, like they were some big happy family. Only it was Dean and Jess that wanted to be a family now, and they were shutting him out, one day at a time. The idea hardened his heart further, pushing all rational thoughts from his mind.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Alright, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Dean kicks him and it's not at all gentle, “You’ve been acting like a mope since we got here. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
That did it, he couldn’t sit with this heartache any longer. Dean’s tone has him lurching up off the couch, knocking his brother back with his arm, “Of course I didn't want this!”
“Hey!” Dean shouts as he stumbles into one of the blue club chairs, “what the hell man?”
“Don’t play dumb now, I know what’s going on Dean.”
Dean looks towards the bedroom door and back to him, “Okay, I kind of figured you had an idea. But I thought you’d be happy about this.”
“Are you kidding me?” Sam gets in his face now, done with this whole stupid trip, “Why would I be happy?”
And of all the faces he expected Dean to make when he imagined this confrontation, heartbreak wasn't one of them. His brother’s confused face fell, and something akin to hurt flashes in his eyes. If Sam wasn’t so hell bent on murdering him, he might actually feel bad for him for a minute. But it was truly a short lived thought.
“But, Jess,” Dean says, his throat working slowly, “she’s so happy about this Sammy. If you care about her at all you’ll lie your ass off right now. Cause I am not going to let you hurt her like that.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Sam yells, not caring who he might be waking up or disturbing at this point.
The bedroom door opens and Jess comes running out barefoot in a bright pink sundress, the tropical flowers around the skirt flutter and twirl with her movement, “What the hell is going on?”
“Jess, just give us a minute okay?” Dean stands and holds a hand up to stop her, “Sammy’s not thinking clearly and I don't want him to say something he’s going to regret.”
Red clouds Sam’s vision again, watching how Dean puts himself between Jess and him. His hands fist at his sides, “I’m thinking perfectly clear, and I’ve seen enough here. I’m done, I’ll get another room till my flight can be changed.”
“You’re leaving?” Jess reaches out but draws back at the last second, her eyes shining with tears, “Sam I don’t understand. Why are you being like this?”
Dean turns back to her, “Jess, I”m sorry but he knows.”
“He kno – did you tell him?”
“You weren’t exactly subtle,” Sam interrupts with a whisper, looking down at the floor. He can't bear to watch her cry, even if it’s her actions that got them here, “I figured it out all on my own.”
Jess whimpers and steps closer, “And you’re leaving because of it? You’re that upset about it?”
“Jess don’t,” Dean pleads softly, “He just needs some time.”
Sam hates the way their voices sound, so fragile and devastated. Jess’s weeping openly now, and if he were braver he’d look up and face her. But he’s not, he can’t do it. This is the choice they made, and he wasn't going to be made to feel guilty just because he wouldn't go quietly.
“Yeah,” he sniffs, trying to hold back his own tears, “guess I wasn't as cool with my wife and brother keeping something from me as you thought huh?”
“It was only for a little while, I was going to tell you last night at dinner but you wouldn’t come,” Jess alleges.
“I guess you didn’t want to try too hard then.”
Dean scoffs, “Come on dude, she was nervous alright. Give her a break.”
Sam looks up then, his brother’s face a mask of hurt and confusion. His wife’s one of despair and loss. How did this happen? How did his perfect life crumble so quickly at his feet? Sam wipes his face and starts for the door.
“Wait,” Jess reaches for him with trembling hands, “Sam please don’t leave. We can talk about this. If you’re not ready, there are options. Or maybe you just need some time to sit with it for a bit. I know I wasn’t expecting this to happen either. But I’m happy with it now, maybe you will be too.”
His heart breaks all over again; his beautiful Jessica, his calm in the storm. She had been there through all of it; Stanford, law school, the bar exam. She stood by him and helped him get through when he wanted to quit. She was everything to him. But somewhere along the way, he became not enough for her. And the thought ignites his anger once more.
“I don’t think this is something I can get past,” he finally says, pushing her gentle hands away, “I want to say I hope you two will be very happy together, but I’m just not that much of a sucker.”
“Woah Sam!” Dean chokes, “You can’t be serious.”
“What do you want me to say to her Dean? Have fun fucking my brother, I’ll just go hang out at the tiki bar till you’re done!”
Dean’s eyes flash wide. “I'm sorry, have fun doing what?”
“Sam, that's not what’s happening here!” Jess gasps, taking another step towards him.
He looks between the two of them; his lying brother and his cheating wife. They both watch him like a skittish wild animal, Dean even has his hands up in mock surrender. This was ridiculous, whatever they had to say was just going to make things worse.
“Jess,” Dean starts, “go get the thing. I think we need to clear the air right now.”
“I’m leaving, doesn’t matter what she has to show me.” Sam says but his feet wont move. Jess’s hurt face locks him to the floor.
“Just stay,” Jess begs, “I’ll be right back.”
Without waiting, she moves past him to the bedroom and he hears the sounds of rummaging through their suitcases. Turning back to Dean, he sees he’s got his phone in his hand and a stricken expression on his face. Tapping out a text message he stows the phone back in his pocket and glares up at Sam.
“I don't care what you have to say Dean.”
Dean holds up a hand, his brows pinched together in frustration, “Dude, do yourself a favor and shut up for five minutes.”
Jess rushes back out with a small white bundle in her hands. She shoves the bundle in his hand and wraps her arms around her middle, “Here, it was supposed to be a big surprise. But since you’re the dumbest smart person I’ve ever met we’ll have to do it this way.”
Confused by her anger, Sam unrolls the cloth and holds it up in front of him. The tiny white shirt has a gavel on it and says “Don’t mess with me, my Daddy’s a lawyer.”
“What is this?” Sam gapes at the onesie and back up at Jess’s exasperated face.
Her hand comes up to cup his face, “What does it look like genius?”
“But I thought… you’ve been sneaking around and the random blocks of time in your calendar?”
“Morning sickness and doctor’s appointments,” she murmurs, stroking his stubbled cheek, “I knew you wouldn’t want to take this trip if you knew I was pregnant. It’s all you and Dean have talked about for like a year.”
Sam stops to think for more than two second and the last few months come back alarmingly clear. Jess begging off from a sushi dinner with his partners, turning down margaritas at Charlie’s last game night. She complained about her favorite jeans not fitting, and took a nap almost every day after work. Everything fell into place, and left him standing in this hotel room staring at the two people he loved most in the world. And he just accused them of the worst possible thing he could think of.
An embarrassed flush spreads from his ears down, “Um Dean, so get this… Jess is pregnant.”
To his credit, Dean doesn’t punch him in the face, he just smiles and shakes his head, “You don’t say? Well congratulations to you two!”
“You must be feeling pretty silly right now huh babe?” Jess asks as Sam sheepishly lowers his head onto his wife’s shoulder, shuddering under the gentleness of her touch.
“You have no idea.”
She presses a kiss to his temple, “But you’re not mad, about the baby I mean?”
“No of course not,” He lifts up to kiss her on the mouth, letting the hurt and the guilt he felt for weeks melt away, “I know we said it would be another year but after the last few days this is the best news ever.”
“What made you think I was sneaking around with Dean of all people?”
Dean pipes up, “I think I can answer that, or rather we can answer that.”
Before Sam can ask what he means, there’s a knock at the door. Dean grins and pushes past the two of them. Sam can’t see from here, but he can hear Dean talking to someone and the door closes softly. Then two sets of footsteps down the hall towards the living room.
Dean comes back around the corner standing next to a man in the resort uniform of white pants and a tropical blue shirt. The shirt nearly matches the man’s eyes and they’re the first thing Sam notices about him, apart from the ridiculous bedhead the guy is sporting. His dark hair looks like he spent the morning dragging his hands through it in frustration. Now that he looks twice, Sam realizes this man is the concierge who checked them in a few days ago.
“Hey man, I'm sorry about the shouting. Just a little family misunderstanding.” Sam apologizes but the man holds up a hand in protest.
“No need Sam, Dean let me know what happened and I’m actually surprised that he’s not more physically harmed than I anticipated.”
Sam frowns at the casual use of his name, he didn't remember giving it to the man the other day, and when did Dean give him a heads up about their argument, when it only happened five minutes ago?
Dean smiles broadly, and his arm comes up around the other man’s waist, “Sam… Jess, this is Castiel, Cas. I know you kinda met already, but this is like an official, official meeting.”
Sam looks at them oddly, why would he need to officially meet the concierge? He extends a hand out to Cas, “Uh hi, nice to meet you.”
“Very nice to meet you Cas,” Jess chuckles as Dean flushes like a school girl, “Dean’s told us a lot about you.”
He has? Sam wracks his brain for any mention of having a friend that worked at the resort. But he comes up blank until he sees the way Dean’s tucked Cas. And how their hands are linked together at their sides. Then all the blanks become filled in with rapid clarity. The texts, the sneaking around, the hickeys even! He had been so blind in his anger he missed the truth slapping him right in the face.
“Oh!” Sam exclaims, looking from Dean to Cas, then down to his wife’s infectious smile and twinkling eyes, “Oh I need to sit down.”
Jess pats him on the shoulder as he sinks into the plush sofa; days of speculation and anger swirling away like bubbles down the drain, “It’s all coming together now babe?”
“Yes, and I'm pretty sure I owe you both about a thousand apologies.”
Dean waves a hand, “It’s alright dude, if I hadn’t kept Cas a secret you wouldn't have had any reason to be suspicious.”
“It’s not appropriate for me to engage in sexual intercourse with a guest,” Cas supplies earning another beet red flush from Dean, “so I had asked Dean for his discretion.”
Sam feels the tugs of a smile pulling at his mouth, and before he can stop himself he’s laughing so hard tears stream down his face. The others soon join him and the weight that was pulling at his heart for weeks finally lifts. With his wife back in his arms and his brother smiling fondly at Cas, Sam exhales a sigh of relief that his suspicions were unfounded and his life was going to get back to normal.
Well… As normal as his life could be with a new baby on the way.
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As the sun sets over the water, Dean leans on the balcony. Enjoying one last look at the view before they drive back to Lawrence tomorrow. A pang of sadness ruins the moment, as he knows this is his last night with Cas too. Pushing down the feelings that were way too premature for a vacation fling, he closes his eyes and lets the crash of waves and the salty breeze ease the heartache he’ll pretend is just exhaustion. A warm pair of arms wrap around his middle as a rough chin nestles on his bare shoulder.
“I thought you were coming to bed?” Castiel murmurs in his ear, nose tickling the shell.
Dean pulls his arms tighter around him, “I was, guess I just got caught up looking at the water.”
Cas hums a noncommittal sound and continues to kiss along Dean’s ear and down the back of his neck. Shivering at the contact, Dean arches back, slotting himself tight against Cas’s broad chest. The guy was seriously built under those goofy hotel uniforms. And those white pants were doing nothing to hide his gorgeous thick thighs and rock hard ass. Fortunately for Dean, Castiel was vested of all of those clothes right now and only had a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Am I distracting you Mr. Winchester?”
A strong hand glides down his arms and up his chest, tweaking a nipple to a tight peak and drawing a hiss from Dean’s lips, “Shit, yes you’re very distracting.”
“Going to do something about that?” Castiel teases with a bite to the meat of his shoulder making Dean’s knees buckle with pleasure.
“Absolutely,” he shudders and continues to lower himself to the floor of the balcony.
Turning around to stare up at Castiel from his knees, Dean shudders again at the fond look in the other man’s eyes. It had only been a week, but Dean didn't know how he was going to survive without Cas looking at him like this. Like he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Tugging the towel from around his waist, Dean looks away from Cas’s eyes to the sight of his growing erection staring him in the face. Smooth, hot skin that he knew fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, buried deep inside him, or halfway down his throat. One of Castiel’s hands comes up to cradle his cheek, but Dean didn't want tenderness tonight. Not when his heart was already breaking over the goodbye they’d have to share tomorrow morning.
No, tonight he wanted to give everything he had to Cas, give it so good he would never be able to get hard without thinking of Dean and the nights they spent together. Leaning forward he licks up the shaft of Castiel’s dick, swallowing the crown and sucking hard. At Castiel’s sharp inhale, Dean feels him lose balance and lean forward to grip the railing.
Dean hears the crash of waves over the slurps and smacks of his lips around Castiel’s shaft. He grabs onto those sturdy thighs that he admired so much this week and pulls Cas in as far as he’ll go till his cock touches the back of Dean’s throat.
“Jesus Dean, that's so deep!” Cas moans, the hand not on the railing tightening in Dean’s shaggy brown hair.
But Dean doesn’t want to stop. He shakes his head from side to side, signaling to Cas that he’s ready. That he can take him as deep as he wants to go. Angling his head back, he relishes that thick slide of Castiel’s dick down his throat. Moaning, his hand moves down between his own spread knees and starts grasping at his hard cock. Every vibration through his mouth draws one tremor after another out of Cas, as Dean’s nose presses against the brush of curly pubic hair the other man gasps and shakes above him.
Castiel pulls back and shadows dance across Dean’s vision as he takes a gulp of air. He leans back in to take more but Cas reaches down and hauls Dean up to his feet before spinning him around to face the water again. Bending him down over the metal railing, Cas yanks Dean’s boxer briefs over the swell of his ass and rubs his thumb over his still slick hole. Dean presses back against the digit, shivering at the rough touch on his over sensitive skin. They had fucked in the shower before dinner, but he still felt stretched and ready for Castiel to prep him with his fingers.
The thumb gets replaced with a slick finger and Dean looks back in surprise to see Castiel tossing a purple bottle over his shoulder with a smirk, “Always prepared aren’t you Cas?”
“Nothing wrong with efficiency, now hold still.”
Loving the way this gentle man, who Dean saw trap a spider and carry it outside, took absolute control of him; Dean bites back a groan and lowers his head to the cool metal bar. Castiel’s finger quickly becomes two and then three, by then Dean is a whimpering mess of gibberish. Pleading with Castiel to fuck him in every way imaginable.
“I’m ready, please Cas!” He begs over his shoulder, reveling in the sharp concentration on the other man’s face as he worked Dean open, “please fuck me sweetheart.”
Pulling his fingers free, Castiel wraps a hand around his cock and pumps it back up to full hardness. Tearing open a condom with his teeth, he rolls it on and gets back into position. Pressing the tip against Dean’s hole till it pops just past the rim. Both men groan in tandem as Cas starts to push in further till he’s seated fully, sharp hip bones right up against Dean’s backside.
Already shaking with exertion, Castiel leans forward and presses an open mouth kiss to Dean’s spine, “Fuck you’re still so tight. This is going to be fast Dean; hold on to that rail and don’t let go.”
“So fucking bossy,” Dean grins but does as he’s told, earning a swat on the ass for his comment.
“You love it.”
And fuck did he love it; he loved everything Cas did to him or with him. They’d be compatible on just about every damn thing, in and out of the bedroom. The only gripe he had was that Cas had seen like zero movies or tv shows. Claiming he grew up with a strict religious upbringing that caused him to miss most of the 80’s and 90’s pop culture references Dean blurted out constantly.
Bracing his hands on the rail, Dean feels Castiel slide all the way out till just the crown of his dick is tugging at his rim. Those big hands grip his hips and before he can think, Cas is thrusting back in, knocking the air from his lungs. Again he pulls out, only to lunge forward without warning. Making Dean feel every inch of his cock as it fills him up.
Setting a punishing pace for them both, their breathy gasps fill the night air as the sky darkens further. Dean loses sight of his hands on the rail in front of him, but all he cares about is the pull of Cas’s hands on his waist and the rush of his heartbeat in his ears.
“Come on Cas,” Dean goads as he pushes back on a forward thrust, “make me feel it.”
Castiel’s knees shake as he widens his stance, the new angle hitting Dean’s prostate just right, and stars flash across his eyes. He bucks back once more, drawing more curses from Cas with every movement.
“God the mouth on you, Dean. You’re going to feel me the whole way home aren’t you?”
The mention of home has Dean faltering as his hands slip off the rail. Cas’s hands leave his hips and clamp them back up on the metal. Fingers entertwining as he fucks into Dean with shallow thrusts, teasing him by not going as deep as he was before.
Dean keens and tries to take him further, but Castiel’s got him boxed in and at his mercy, “Please Cas, I want to come on your cock.”
“Close,” Castiel pants hotly on the back of his neck, “touch yourself gorgeous. Let’s finish together.”
Releasing a hand from the rail, Dean reaches down and palms his own neglected cock. The head swollen and purple, just aching for a small amount of friction. He groans and wraps a hand tight around the shaft. Stroking in the rhythm of Castiel’s thrusts, they find themselves chasing the same high. Both ready to fly off the nearest cliff, together.
“Gonna come Cas!” Dean whines and bites down on his bottom lip.
Cas’s hips stutter again, his breath coming out in heavy pants, “That’s it Dean, let go for me.”
With Cas nailing his prostate again and again, Dean’s vision whites out as his hand twists one last time on his cock. Coming in thick ropes all over his fist and the railing, he arches back and shouts, “Fuck, Cas!”
“Dean, Dean, Dean,” Castiel chants and Dean feels the condom fill inside him as Cas comes. His heartbeat pounding through Dean’s back, echoing his own erratic pulse.
Pulling out, Castiel urges them both upright and spins Dean around into his arms. Blue eyes, near black with arousal he presses kisses all over Dean’s face and throat as they stumble back to the bedroom and fall into a naked heap on top of the covers.
The minutes tick by in silence as they both drift in and out of consciousness. The moon rises outside the window, blanketing the room in a heavenly glow. Castiel looks ethereal there on the bed, blue light shining around his dark hair. Dean is suddenly struck by the thought that this is the last time he’ll see Cas in the moonlight and his heart clenches in his chest.
“That was incredible,” Castiel huffs, leaning up to kiss Dean on the shoulder, “you were incredible.”
Dean chuckles, his heart stuck tight in his throat, “Yeah, it was. Not going to forget that one anytime soon.”
Rolling over, Dean tucks his arms under his pillow and hides his face in the soft cotton. The sting of tears felt too real and too close to the surface to even look at Castiel without doing something he’d regret. They agreed, way back on Sunday morning, to keep this casual. Dean was leaving tomorrow, there was no chance for a happy ending here for either of them.
Cas nudges him gently with his nose, pressing another kiss to his cooling skin, “Dean, you’re abnormally quiet. Is everything alright? Was I too rough?”
“No, I’m fine. Just tired I guess, you really wore me out buddy.”
He doesnt turn when he says it, and god if that ‘Buddy’ didn’t feel like a freaking goodbye. What was he doing? This was supposed to be casual vacation sex! And now he’s second guessing every choice he’s ever made. Calculating how many miles from Lawrence to Orlando. Adding up the number of vacation days he might have left at the garage. What was the point when he knew that Cas wasn't looking for anything serious?
Clearing his throat, Cast sits up and rubs a hand down Dean’s bare back, “Dean, I have something to tell you. Could you look at me please?”
Dread clutches at him with sickening quickness, and Dean lurches up to sitting immediately. Castiel reaches over and turns the bedside lamp on, blinking in the light Dean watches as Castiel worries his lip in his teeth and blows out a shaky breath.
“Oh shit,” Dean groans, “you’re married aren’t you?”
“What! No, nothing like that. It’s just… okay you know how I told you about Hannah being on maternity leave?”
Dean recalls Cas talking about a coworker who had been out for several months on leave and that he’d been covering for her in the interim. Her duties had seemed like way more than Cas was used to and he was anxious about her coming back at all.
“Yeah I remember, did she change her mind?”
Castiel shakes his head, a small smile peeking out on his face, “No, in fact she returns tomorrow. I got the message while we were at dinner with your brother and Jess.”
“Oh, that's cool,” Dean shrugs, still unsure why Cas thought to bring it up now of all times, “guess you’re gonna get a little break on the workload.”
“I’m going to get more than a break. I get to go home… I get to go home Dean!”
Dean frowns at Castiel’s gummy smile, Cas hasn’t talked much about his family or where he lived this past week. In all honesty, Dean thought he lived at the resort, kind of like a Suite Life of Zach and Cody situation. But the sheer joy on his face hurts his heart. Was Cas really so miserable here that leaving was the only thing he could think about?
“Great Cas, I’m happy for you man. You live nearby then?”
Cas shakes his head, “No - I don't. I was contracted by the hotel corporation to come down here. It was a last minute assignment because the original backup quit for a higher paying job. But now with Hannah coming back… this changes everything.”
This round robin was getting a little crazy, Dean felt like he was missing some big thing. And the wider Cas smiled at him, the more he thought the other man might be slowly going insane. As much as it pains him, he takes Castiel’s hands in his own. Memorizing the way the softness rubs up against his calloused mechanics hands.
“Cas,” he says slowly and clearly, “you’re kind of talking in circles.”
“I’m sorry, it just hit me all at once. I understand if you don’t want things to change, but I honestly didn't think it was a possibility before.” Cas stammers on and his grip on Dean’s hands gets tighter. His eyes take on a sheen of moisture and something in Dean’s chest starts to crack a little.
“Cas, where do you live?”
The grin that splits Cas’s face then is truly breathtaking, “Pontiac, Illinois. About six hours from Lawrence if the google search I did while you were in the shower was accurate.”
Six hours.
Not the nineteen to Florida that Dean spent going through every tape he ever owned. Ignoring the snap of Jess’s chewing gum or the way his brother couldn’t go a hundred miles without stopping for the bathroom.
Just six, very short, very doable hours of open highway that would lead him straight to Castiel.
Cas takes his silence for trepidation and continues to yammer on, “I understand if you dont want things to change. We both made it clear we weren’t looking for anything serious, but that was before I knew Hannah would be back. It was supposed to be another six months. And then my boss called and said she’d –”
“Shut up,” Dean whispers, wincing at the way Cas’s face immediately falls, “sorry I mean, just stop for a second so I can say something. Before you talk yourself out of this.”
Castiel lets out a watery sigh and brings Dean’s closed fist to his lips. The brush of them sending little fireworks of joy through each and every one of Dean’s cells. He gets to have this, six hours away he could go see Cas every weekend if he wanted.
Cut out early on Friday and make it there in time for a late dinner and makeout session on whatever type of couch Castiel had in his apartment, or house, or condo. Hell he could have a houseboat on the Mississippi river for all Dean cared so long as they were together.
“Cas, I know this is new and it might be crazy, but I was looking out at the ocean tonight wondering how the hell I was going to walk away from the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I feel the same way,” Castiel smiles and a tear rolls down his cheek, catching in the stubble on his jaw, “I didn't want this night to be a goodbye.”
“It’s not going to be goodbye. I’ll let Sam and Jess take the car back, then you and I can pack up your stuff and I’ll drive your car to Pontiac myself.”
Castiel sniffs and laughs, “You’re not driving my car Dean Winchester.”
Grinning, he pulls Cas in for a kiss. Heart pounding an impossible rhythm of love, love, love. With his eyes closed, their foreheads knock together and for the first time in his life Dean feels like he isn't running away from something. He’s running towards it.
“We’ll talk about it,” he says when Castiel breaks the kiss.
Cas just shakes his head, “Oh, I am already regretting this.”
“Shut up, you love me.”
They both startle at the easy omission Dean made; the promise of tomorrow and a lifetime of nights like this laid out before them.
But rather than pulling back, Castiel leans forward with another kiss, “You know what Dean? I think I just might.”
The End