POV: Cas
September 18, 2003
I woke up to a message from Dean telling me “Happy birthday” and that he would see me at five sharp. I had to admit that I rather loved waking up to that. I was also nervous because this month in a few days would be four months and it seemed all of them imploded at that mark or before. But I got up and changed and was on time for the nine am conference call with the producer. It was so surreal that something I wrote and worked on they wanted to turn into a movie. I was still shocked and it had been weeks!.
The call was an hour and at ten forty-five my mother called.
“Hello, mom.”
“Good morning, Castiel. Happy birthday.”
“Thank you. How are you doing?”
“We’re good.”
“Happy birthday, Castiel!” My dad yelled in the background.
“Tell him thank you please.”
I heard her convey and a few moments later they were both on the line.
“Do you have plans for today?” Dad asked.
“I have a few calls today. Ashley wanted to discuss some things about the next book being a script or if they need to move up my deadline so I can work on the script. Dean has requested I be at his house by five, I told him not to fuss but I am sure he did.”
“That’s good dear.” Mom said.
It grew quiet and I was sure it was because I mentioned Dean. I wanted them to meet him before the holidays, but I wasn’t sure they would. It felt like my family didn’t approve of my choices as far as what sex I dated, they knew I didn’t like women. They rarely ever wanted to talk to me about the men
I dated or about our relationships.
“I know you guys aren’t thrilled with my choice in partners, but I would like for you to meet Dean. He’s incredible. He’s very nice, sweet, and he’s just
great.”
“We would like to meet him. We just weren’t sure how you felt about him at this point. Your past relationships haven’t exactly worked out.” Dad said.
“Maybe next month?” I asked.
“That would be great, we can come down or you two can come up. It kinda of sounds like you think we don’t approve that your choice of partners are men. Castiel, we love you no matter, even if we would like grandchildren, but it was never choice of gender that we didn’t like. It was the men themselves, we didn’t like them.”
I paused. “You…didn’t mind that I dated men?”
“No. Sweetheart we want you to be happy and you clearly weren’t with them. But, Dean seems to be different.”
I fiddled with the papers on my desk. “He is different.”
“Good. I’m glad he’s having you over tonight as well.”
“I am too Mom.”
We talked another forty minutes until Gabriel called me to tell me happy birthday as well. He agreed that it was possible he could get some time off to come down in October. He wanted to meet Dean but time just hadn’t permitted it. We made a tentative plan and then I had a few more calls lined up.
Movie deals were different than book deals, there was more involved for starters. A movie script was different than a book in format as well. Talks right now were mostly on what we both wanted out of it. I did have some tentative plans for future books that could be really good for a movie instead of a book. It was just pitching those ideas in the right manner.
Those calls went well and a few others messaged or called to wish me happy birthday. At about three thirty, though, I closed everything down and got my overnight bag packed. I then showered and got dressed. He hadn’t said to dress up or anything, so I went casual with black jeans and blue button up. It was mildly chilly but I didn’t think he’d planned to leave his place. I do know that I was staying there until Sunday.
I made sure I had everything and then headed over, arriving a bit early. A note taped to the door told me to wait here but to text that I was here. I sent him a quick message and he came down. He was wearing my favorite pair of jeans on him, a white t-shirt with a blue flannel shirt over it.
“Let me take these, but you wait right here please.”
“Okay.”
He got my jacket and bag and headed back up, but I waited by the door. I could smell something great floating down the stairwell. It was a good thing I hadn’t eaten much today! He came down after ten minutes and held up a black blindfold.
“Do you trust me?”
I smiled. “Yes.”
“Do you mind then? I’ll guide you up the steps so you won’t fall.”
I had been blindfolded by Robert before and it hadn’t ended well. But Dean wasn’t Robert. I trusted him and I didn’t feel like Dean would do anything to
hurt me.
I nodded. “I don’t mind but please don’t let me fall.”
He moved to behind me and I felt the soft fabric come over my eyes. His soft lips ghosted over my neck and I sighed.
“You have three steps up before you turn.”
His hands came to my hips and he guided me to the steps, telling me when to step up. Up the short and longer flight his hands remained on my hips and once we were up stairs he moved me to where he wanted me to be. I was slightly nervous that there would be some huge crowd here, but I didn’t hear any shuffling or signs anyone else was here. All I could hear was instrumental music playing, which was off that it wasn’t rock.
“Is that a symphony playing?”
“It is. I wanted something a little different.”
I could smell something decadent but familiar and I swore I recognized it, but couldn’t place it.
“Dean?”
“One moment, final touches.”
I was starting to get more nervous! But I felt his hands on my sides finally and he moved up to untie the blindfold, removing it slowly. I felt his breath on my ear.
“Happy birthday Castiel.”
I just stood here completely stunned. The table was moved a bit and had a white table cloth with an orange one draped over that. There were candles sitting in the center in various heights that were the only real light source at the table. There were covered platters and champagne glasses. I was just so shocked by the scene. Even as he guided me to the table and pulled the chair out for me, sitting me down. My brain was absorbing that this was a romantic candle lit dinner for two. No one else was here, just us.
I felt his thumb gently swipe my cheek. “Please tell me these are happy tears.”
“They are, Dean.”
He pressed his lips to my temple. “Would you like to know what’s for dinner?”
“Pizza on fancy plates?”
I wanted to lighten the mood a bit because I was a little overwhelmed. No one had ever done this for me, set up something so special and actually mean it. He giggled and uncovered my plate and I was floored. I wasn’t sure how he knew what my favorite dish was; it wasn’t something that had come up before.
“Pappardelle with butternut squash and thyme cream sauce, a kale salad I will deny ever knowing how to make, and the store recommended the wine.”
“How…”
“Later, I just hope it’s as good as I feel it is. I’m not sure what it was supposed to taste like. One request, don’t turn around.”
I lowered my head briefly. “I can do that.”
He poured the wine and then sat down across from me. His own plate was exactly like mine and I couldn’t pinpoint exactly how I felt about that. That he not only made a vegan dish for me but he was also going to eat that dish himself. I got brave and tried it.
The sauce was perfect and I know it was me that moaned, fuck it tasted so good. Just like I remembered it.
His brow rose. “Am I to assume the moan was good too?”
“Yes. It’s amazing, Dean.”
He smiled. “For real, is it good?”
“Yes, for real. Did you really make this?”
“I did. I even made the pasta. Although this is the third batch I’ve made and Mom and Dad told me no more pasta.”
We both laughed. “It’s perfect, Dean.”
“Good. Enjoy.”
We both dove in and everything was absolutely divine. It was all perfectly cooked with the right ingredients, for someone who apparently had never had it Dean had cooked it perfectly. He even had the perfect bread for the dish, I wasn’t sure my plate would need to be cleaned after dinner. Since he asked me not to turn around, I kept my focus on him. But, I was dying to see why I couldn’t turn around.
“Did you eat at all today?”
I shrugged. “Not much and well, it was really good!”
He’d kept conversation pretty light as we ate, asking how the calls had gone. Once he finished his plate he got something from beside his side of the table. It was wrapped in orange shiny paper with a neat bow. I smiled at him and accepted the box. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had given me a gift. Charlie often asked but I always told her no. Dean hadn’t even asked and I hadn’t been expecting anything from him.
I unwrapped it carefully and well, I had to laugh when I got the item out. He’d found the romper that I had with the cat eating pizza in a winter time onesie with a cosmic background.
“I saw that and you had to have it.”
I laughed. “I’ll be surely be warm enough now. But just know it’s not going to stop me from cuddling.”
He nodded. “Noted.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, you get to sit right there for a minute.”
I watched as he gathered the dishes and put them in the sink, put away any leftovers he may have had. I looked at this setting. There hadn’t been another guy that had done anything like this. Dean had fixed me dinner and had tried to make it perfect. Candle lights, private setting, a gift. The little fluttering feeling in my chest sort of scared me. I wasn’t sure I could handle what he had planned for the rest of the night. It seemed like it was dark behind me, so maybe he was just doing a movie or something.
When he finished he got the blindfold again, which I let him re-tie and guide me to what felt like the space between his living area and bedroom.
“Give me a moment.”
“Okay.”
I could hear him shuffling quickly around before he came up behind me again. His hand came around me gently and I felt his lips on the back of my neck again.
“Your heart is beating very fast.”
“Can’t lie, I’m a little nervous here.”
There was another soft kiss. “You don’t have to be. I’m not going to hurt you or do anything you don’t want me to. Remember, Sunshine, if you tell me to stop. I will.”
I took a few deep breaths and realized I smelled lavender and the music was slightly louder but not by much. I felt him untying the blindfold and he let it drop. For the second time I was speechless. I was indeed standing in the space between the two areas. But his bedroom area was dark except for the hundreds of flickering lights, some real candles and some were the battery operated kind, but they made the whole area feel very warm and inviting.
They also made it feel extra romantic.
He’d changed the sheets as well, not the dark brown ones he had but these were a soft red shade. There were even rose petals on the bed. My mind was utterly blank.
I felt a slight kiss to my neck again. “Sunshine? Are you alright?”
“I..no one’s…I..”
I couldn’t form words! Holy hell, I was truly speechless. My chest was so warm and fuzzy I didn’t know what to say. His gorgeous green eyes filled my vision but there was concern written in them.
“Castiel?” Again his thumbs wiped away tears but he waited for a few minutes.“Did I go overboard?”
“It’s perfect, Dean. I just…No one has ever done this for me. Not anything even close to this. I’m just a little overwhelmed.”
He smiled. “You deserve this all the time. I’m not done for the night but promise, no more big shocks. We’ll just stand here for a few more minutes. I wondered if you had gone to bad memories.”
I shook my head gently. “No. No bad ones.”
He smiled and stood here with me for several more moments while I got my own emotions under control. I was sure the dinner was Charlie but this? This wasn’t her, this was all Dean. I knew he felt it was time when his lips went for my neck, not that I minded I just relaxed into him.
“That’s good, relax. I promise Castiel, you say stop. I do.”
“I’m curious as to what you planned, actually.”
And I really was. I wondered what his plan was because it didn’t sound like home base was his plan, because I wasn’t sure I could consent to that right now. But his current plan was to turn me putty, because he kept kissing along my neck and face.
I felt his fingers move against my rib cage and come to the buttons where he began to move slowly down, unbuttoning them one at a time. Once it was unbuttoned, he then moved the shirt down my arms slowly, letting his fingertips trail along my skin. The undershirt was next and he made quick work of that. His lips moved over new skin as he sank to his knees.
Was he trying to kill me?!
Looking down at him was a beautiful sight, especially when he turned those emerald eyes onto me. He stared up into my eyes as he undid the pants I wore and slid them slowly down my legs.
He smirked some. “Did you paint these on?”
“Maybe…”
That know-all-look gazed up at me. “I think you did, not that I mind.”
He slightly tapped the outer ankle when he needed me to move so I could raise each leg and remove them along with my shoes and socks. He left me in just my orange briefs, which he didn’t leave on very long. The slow stripping was romantic and sensual but not quite arousing yet. It felt good that he was taking his time, that he wasn’t trying to rush through it.
“Two choices Sunshine. You can remove all but my underwear, as fast or as slow as you want. Or you can sit here on the side of the bed and watch me do that for you. Your birthday, your choice.”
Oh, choices! Although it didn’t take me long because I knew I’d get to undress him many times. So, I moved and sat on the end of the bed. He smiled and turned to face me. I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but what I got was a sensual and slow strip down that really was awesome. He moved slowly as he took off layers and well, I couldn’t even stop staring at his ass when he put his back to me to roll the pants down. I was adding this to my list of
‘Favorite Things Dean Does’.
“That was the hottest strip show ever.”
He smiled. “I was glad you chose this option. But, I want you to lie down on your stomach in the middle of the bed. Be comfortable.”
I followed his request even if it confused me a little. The sheets felt soft and had a touch of lavender scent. The few rose petals against me were soft and they too had a faint scent. I got as comfortable as possible before telling him I was. I felt the bed dip and then he was crawling up, the bed sinking on either side as he moved. I could feel a slight panic, but Dean had never done anything that hurt me.
“Lavender or strawberry?”
“Lavender.”
He moved slightly to the right and I looked, seeing he was getting one of two small bottles of massage oil. I felt him lean down and brush those soft full lips across my shoulders. But, when he sat up I could feel him against my ass, given that’s about where he was sitting! Another brief moment of tension and then I relaxed. I was given no warning before the cool oil made contact with my back and I inhaled sharply.
He giggled. “Sorry.”
But before I could respond his hands were moving the oil around and god that felt so good.
I hummed. “You may spoil me with this…”
“What…you think I wouldn’t do this if you asked?”
“I’m sure you would. This really does feel good.”
His hands were like magic. Massaging and kneading all the tight muscles from my shoulders down. He moved slow, covering every inch of my back and even my arms. I was starting to drift off some, feeling content.
“Still with me, Sunshine?”
I nodded some. “Barely. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a massage this good, and I have gone to professionals.”
“Just wait…”
I couldn’t deny the chubby he had that I could feel against my ass did feel nice also. Especially when he shifted but then I couldn’t feel that as he moved down my legs farther, his hands now focused on my mid to lower back. I was content but the cold oil against my very warm ass caused me to inhale again, but there was no apology. I’d never gotten an ass massage before, but fuck I maybe asking for this more often.
I tilted my head back to see him some. “I feel like this was just your way to get your hands on every inch of me.”
“Maybe. So many inches I haven’t touched. You deserve to be pampered though.”
At first I thought with his hands being on my ass and especially when he moved down toward the thighs I’d have bad memories. Yet, no matter where his hands were in that area, I didn’t have any negative thoughts. When he ventured to my thighs he found the damn ticklish spot.
“Gonna remember that spot,” he mused.
“I have no doubt.”
He moved down as needed and well, he even gave amazing foot massages. I expected that to be it, but as soon as his hands were done, his lips came down. Light kisses to my ankles, calves, then my thighs. Little nips were introduced at the thighs and I could feel my body begin to heat up. Fuck this felt so different than before, this was more arousing. I jumped slightly and turned sharply to him when his hand landed on my right butt cheek.
His expression was hopeful, eyes raised, slight smile.“I wasn’t sure if you liked or hated that.”
Normally the answer was ‘hated’ but I found that his pop really hadn’t hurt, it was playful. A very mild sting if anything.
“I…didn’t hate that.”
He smirked and followed it up with a light pop to the other side and then he smothered the area in kisses and even a few slight bites. He alternated sides but it was always a pop, followed by kisses or slight bites. I found myself twisting underneath him, because it really was starting to feel pleasurable. But, I couldn’t move much because of his weight. I lost count after a bit but felt the slight shift when he started kissing my back.
“You’ve touched…now kisses?”
“Very much so. You’re so kissable.”
Who was I to complain? I just enjoyed them. Each time his lips made contact there would be a little spark and finally he reached my shoulders and neck. I could feel how hard he was against me and I felt lightheaded.
“Turn over.” His voice was gruff and low, clearly aroused.
He moved just enough to give me room to turn over and settled back where I had been. He then settled back over my abdomen and he leaned down, his lips going right for mine. I wondered what the plan was but after several deep kisses he moved and they landed on my forehead, followed by another one right beside it.
“Really Dean?”
“I told you.” He kissed a new spot. “Every.” Kiss. “Square.” Kiss. “Inch.”
I just smiled and enjoyed the attention. It was rare anyone had given me this much attention, let along in such a sensual manner. I could get used to this. He covered every inch and then moved down my neck, into my shoulders. I couldn’t lie though, his ass pressing against my own erection felt pretty damn good. Especially when he moved a little down and I could hear the little giggle.
“At least I know you are enjoying this.”
“So very much,” he said.
He moved out each arm with the same slow pace and well, when he closed his lips around my thumb and gently sucked I just about lost my mind.
“Fuck! That’s…”
I felt his tongue swirl around and I lost all words. I didn’t want him to stop but he pulled off and moved back down. I was positive the side to side motion of his hips was for me and dammit, I wanted to reach down but his entire body was in my way.
His lips covered areas and I just assumed he would avoid my nipples, everyone else had. But no, he kissed right over then and then flanneed his tongue and licked over the nubs, followed by a very gentle sucking action.
“Holy...that…I...”
About the time I tried to talk, he rocked back and words faded. The combined feeling of his gentle sucking motions and his ass rubbing my cock was nearly too much. Even when he swapped sides, he kept his hips moving. I’d never felt anything like this, never this good! I didn’t even know it could feel this good!
It seemed like an eternity before he moved down, his kisses lingering on spots. But it meant he wasn’t pressing against me and now he was completely ignoring my cock. I heard the whimper I made and he just glanced up and smirked.
“Patience, Sunshine.”
“Not sure how much I got left, sweetie.”
His smirk lingered. “Trust me.”
And I did. I was hopeful as he moved lower because he could use his hands, but nope they were focused on holding him up as he moved his lips around. A nip to my hip caused me to buck up; I didn’t even know that area could be that sensitive. He was following the line between my hip and thigh down on the right side and then up the left.
“Dean…” I whined.
“Little longer…”
I went to move my own hand to assist and he got my wrist before I could, giving me a slight shake of his head before he moved it back beside me. He seemed to move faster on my legs going down and coming up he seemed to focus on my inner thighs, I was starting to really strain myself to stay in control.
“Dean…Please…I need..”
His hand crept up my inner thigh. “You need what?”
“Anything…just...please.” I fisted the sheets.
I felt his teeth on my inner thigh before his lips ghosted up that side. I nearly snapped my head when his lips pressed into my balls and I was a lost cause when he pulled one side into his mouth, gently sucking. I was positive the moan I made was loud enough for him to hear. My hips moved on their own but his hands were there to press down, to ground me. I couldn’t remember anything at this moment but what he was doing. The sensations, the building, I wanted so damn much.
“Anything…?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
That smirk sent a quick ruffle of panic through me but the softness in his eyes said he could be trusted. I was pretty sure my eyes rolled back when his tongue pressed into the base of my cock and if that hadn’t, the slow drag up the length did.
I gripped the sheets hard as his tongue slid right over the slit, collecting whatever precum was there. Words were lost. I felt his hand go around the base and I got the courage to look, which is apparently what he wanted. As soon as I connected with his eyes, he slid those lips right over the head and down, never losing contact.
I think I stopped breathing. The heat, the wetness, the way his tongue felt against me, I was helpless. All I could do was moan his name and watch as his head moved slowly. I was done for. Dean Winchester was going to kill me right here and now. Was it possible to die from a blow job?
He was using just the right amount of pressure with those lips, like his tongue knew exactly what to do to drive me insane, and he was sure to keep my hips down with his hands. I was utterly lost in pleasure.
“Sunshine, you need to breathe.”
I took a shaky breath and could feel his hand slowly moving. He stayed that way until my breathing seemed a little better and then he was moving back down. I realized he’d also moved to my side.
The next time he went down I could feel the back of his throat and the swallow. I was sure I was trying to speak but nothing but moans came out. I could feel the coil tighten, the settling tingle in my abdomen and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer if he kept this up.
“I - Dean…”
I couldn’t find words, so when I knew I was close I practically clawed his side trying to convey that information. I briefly saw his eyes flick to me but then I felt his hand move down to gently massage my balls, but then they moved down and I felt pressure just below them.
That did it. I shouted his name, loud and clear. I felt like he was trying to swallow everything and the repeated motion just seemed to intensify what I felt. I was unaware that he had even moved until I felt soft lips on my shoulder.
“Still with me, Sunshine?”
I nodded vaguely. My brain was foggy, my arms felt like jello, and I was positive I couldn’t move yet. He kept kissing my shoulder though.
“Sleepy?”
I nodded but I wasn’t a selfish bastard, I knew he was aroused and that I needed to do something.
“Let me get cleaned up. Do you need anything? Water? Help moving?”
“Five more minutes?”
“Done, I’ll even give you ten.”
I didn’t quite expect to be pulled into his embrace but I couldn’t deny that it was so much better. To feel the soft kisses to my face, to know I was warm and safe.
“Don’t you want or need something in return?” I asked.
His lips pressed gently into mine. “No. Tonight was all about you and your sounds were more than enough to get me off.”
My emotions had been held at bay by this thin little string, which completely snapped at those words. I know tears weren’t what he wanted.
“Castiel? Is everything okay?”
“I’m sorry, it’s not you. I promise.”
I expected to be pushed away but he pulled me closer and held me. It was almost a near reaction to his caring that I began to calm down quickly. I could still feel the soft kisses to my forehead and cheeks. I wanted to explain the tears but he clearly knew this was better.
I was close to sleep when I felt his lips against mine.
“Sunshine, I need to clean up a bit. Just stay here, okay?”
I nodded. He got up and went to the bathroom coming back with a wash rag after several minutes which he used to wipe me off as well. Before he was climbing back into the bed and pulling the covers up over us both. He didn’t even ask, just pulled me back close and held me tight. I was warm, safe and just had the best orgasm of my life. I was done for. I wanted to talk but I closed my eyes for a few moments and then darkness took over.