POV: Cas
February 13, 2004
Dean had told me to pack a bag because as soon as he cleared the checks at work, we were leaving. He said dress warmly, pack warmly, and that he was already ready to go. To where? I had no idea because he hadn’t bothered to tell me! So, once he was gone to work, I did what he asked. I packed a weekend bag with warm clothes and even made a quick lunch so it was ready when he got home. He arrived promptly at noon.
“Dean?”
He looked at me. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
He got our bags in the car and we took the sandwiches to go with us.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Dean.”
He just smiled and took a huge bite of the sandwich, so I had my lunch and watched the road pass by for what felt like hours. The rock music played but he also had some of my favorites now as well. Conversation was on the new book, the house, and what we wanted to do. We crossed into Colorado around three and I blinked.
“Dean?” I asked again.
“Do you know what tomorrow is?”
I just raised a brow. “It’s Saturday.”
“Saturday the…” he prodded.
“Fourteenth. Come on Dean, you know that.”
“It’s Valentine’s Day, Castiel.”
I blinked at him. “It’s what?”
“Valentine’s. You know, hearts and chocolates. Did you forget it?”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I had forgotten about it and I dropped the ball.
“I did.”
“Well, I didn’t. So, I booked us some time away.”
“You said pack a weekend bag.”
He smiled mischievously and his eyes twinkled. “Yeah, but I already packed your bags too.”
“Where are we going?”
“Cabins. We do have to stop for food though. Everything else is there.”
Cabins? Okay, that made sense and thank God we were stopping; I could get him something as well. It was getting dark before we got to the store and the snow on the side of the road was already deep. As soon as we got out of the car at the store though he came around and took my hands, pulling me close and quickly pressed his lips to mine. Thankfully, the parking lot was cleared of the snow.
“Don’t get me anything, Cas.”
“Dean.”
“I mean it, Castiel. No gifts. My gift from you is that you simply enjoy this. We don’t talk about work anymore after this moment. We don’t talk about the house. We relax and we enjoy the company, the food, the beer or whatever we get. That’s all I want from you.”
“Then you can’t get me anything either.”
He just smiled. “I got the cabin in the woods; I was sure that was enough. Now, let’s get inside so we can get to the cabin.”
He had a list prepared already for what we needed, which made me wonder how long he’d been planning this little trip. I sent Charlie a text to tell her where we were and her reply of I know, enjoy meant she knew about this before me. I followed him around the store, watching him pick out meats, vegetables, fruits, and snack foods. He also got beer and wine.
“Anything else you want or need? We can always come back if needed.”
I considered what he could have packed and while I knew my boyfriend very well, I left him standing in the checkout line and wandered over to the health aisle. Not knowing where or how long we’d been staying I hadn’t packed anything remotely sexy or sexual in nature and that included lube. So I picked up a bottle and went back, dropping it onto the belt.
“Did you doubt me?” he asked.
“No. But I wasn’t going to ask in front of the little old lady that was ahead of us.”
Of course he’d packed lube, why wouldn’t he? The last bit of the drive included a quick stop by an office for him to get the key and then just driving to the cabin itself, which he did carefully because of the snow and road conditions. Granted the sun had set by the time we got there, but I could tell that it was in a very serene and wooded area.
There was a flurry of activity as we unloaded the car before I got to really take in the cabin itself and I paused right in the middle of the room. It was a true wooden cabin. The walls were a dark mahogany color and had a light brown grout between the stacks of logs. The ceiling was exposed with wooden beams running vertically.
There was only one section to my left that had a door; I presumed that contained the toilet since I didn’t see one anywhere else. The large jacuzzi tub was sitting right out in the open to my left, nestled into the corner. The king size bed was directly in front of the tub and then there was a huge window overlooking the front, but it was too dark to see out.
The right side of the room had a cozy kitchen with wooden cabinets in a lighter tone than the walls. Then a living room with an over sized sofa, stone fireplace with a TV above it, but I was sure there was no cable out here. Another large window and again, I couldn’t see much. Double doors lead to a deck that was barely visible in the dark. There was a small, two-person table in front of me.
I felt Dean’s arms come around me and tighten around my waist and his lips connected with my neck.
“You’re very quiet, is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I’m...it’s good. This is beyond anything I expected.”
Another kiss. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
“Wait until the sun comes up.”
I turned to him and kissed him, because I didn’t know what else to do. After several moments he indicated the bags.
“We should put that up and fix dinner.”
I wanted to disagree but I couldn’t, so we got busy. He was fixing burgers and chips tonight because it was quick and easy, and I couldn’t complain. I helped where I could but mostly observed and thought about this trip.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a romantic at heart?”
He smiled as he washed out the pan and the few dishes. “Not really.”
“Not even Sasha?”
He looked at me. “Sunshine, he and I weren’t dating and I had no reason to be romantic with him. You on the other hand…I have a lot of reasons to be romantic with.”
The lighting inside was soft and low and I glanced at the tub. We’d start this weekend right. As he finished up, I began to fill the tub and even added some of the bath salts that were sitting on the edge and some bubbles as well. I was sure he heard the water running as there was no real way to be quiet about it.
But he was focused on the task of finishing up anything dirty and he was putting steaks to marinate for tomorrow night. Once the tub was filled, I set the heat setting and then checked to see where he was. He was still at the counter so I quietly stripped off the clothes I had on and got into the tub. I saw him when he put the steaks in the fridge and then turned.
“Cas! Not fair!”
I laughed. “Baby, there’s plenty of room for you. After working and driving, this will be great.”
He pouted. “You could have let me at least watch as you got in.”
But even as he began to move toward the tub, turning off any lights we didn't need, which brought us down to one light near the bed. He also took off layers, slowly. I watched him, intently.
“Maybe…I just wanted to watch that.”
“You know we’ve never actually been able to be in a tub together. Just showers.”
I smiled. “I know, so come on.”
He climbed in and slowly lowered himself down, his back to me.
“You did that on purpose.”
He peered back at me. “What? Putting my sweet ass in your face?”
“Yes.”
He relaxed back against me and turned to look at me again. “Did it work?”
“Just enjoy the bath, Dean.”
“I have to admit this is pretty nice; we should put one of these you know where.”
“Agreed.”
It was nice just to relax in the water; even after a long bath, we both realized sleep was more needed than anything else. But it was really just drying off and then curling up in bed together.
February 14
What woke me up were the soft kisses to my neck and Dean’s hand wrapped firmly around the base of my cock and given how hard I was, clearly this wasn’t a very new thing. I shifted a little bit to give him more room and he smiled against my neck.
“Morning, Sunshine.”
“Morning, Buttercup.”
“That name…really?”
“You took ‘Sunshine’.”
I moved so I could reach his lips and open up for him. I wasn’t sure what his plan was this morning but he kept a very slow pace moving up and down the shaft, very rarely hitting all the spots he knew would drive me insane. I wondered and was nearing asking when I felt the hand move down, slipping easily past the balls and farther back. I couldn’t even stop the moan if I’d wanted to.
“You want to?”
“Yes.”
It wasn’t even the second or third time he’d done this but I watched him intently as he got up and went to the counter returning with the lube. I could see he was hard and it didn’t scare me, not even when he settled between my spread legs. I watched him lube up a few fingers and rub it around, warming the cold lube. He moved me slightly and then there was a finger moving all around, spreading the lube before he was pressing in.
“Damn you stay tight.”
“Kinda like you?”
The mild burn was fading and he was watching my reactions, when he was certain I was comfortable, a second finger joined. There was another moment of burning pain but I was relaxed with him and he leaned down licking over a nipple.
“Fuck, Dean.”
My hands went to his hair, tugging gently as he continued on. He seemed to have memorized where that little bundle of nerves was, because he didn’t need to search anymore. I was reduced to moans, yelps, and the occasional oh god or his name until he’d brought me all the way to a climax, yelling his name. Of course, as soon as I could breathe I returned the favor. But as we both laid in the bed, letting heart rates return to normal, I wondered what it would be like to have more than fingers.
He’d said many times that he enjoyed the sex, that he liked it and that it felt really good. I had to admit the fingers felt great, but I was craving more. I just wasn’t sure how to ask him for that yet. I felt the wet kiss on my cheek and turned some, chuckling.
“What are you thinking about, Sunshine?”
“How peaceful and quiet it is.”
He nipped at my shoulder some. “That’s not what you were thinking about. Come on, the look on your face was way different.”
I looked at him before turning to be on my side, even moving closer to him which he didn’t mind at all. I could feel the blush though, the familiar burn
as my cheeks turned pink.
“I was actually thinking about maybe being the bottom.”
He leaned in and kissed me softly. “Whenever you’re ready, no pressure Castiel.”
“I know and I’m thinking about it.”
“I think you’d enjoy it. But…what would you like for breakfast? I got sausage, bacon, eggs, and waffles.”
I leaned in and kissed him. “Whatever you want to fix. Happy Valentine’s Day, Dean.”
“Happy Valentine’s, Castiel.”
He got a rag and we cleaned up quickly before he slipped boxers on and went to the kitchen area. While he cooked bacon, waffles, and cut up some fruit, I took in the view. The cabin was up a little high but the lake was below us and right now everything was covered in a sheet of white, making it peaceful and dreamy.
We ate breakfast and then slipped on warm clothes and stepped outside. It was cold, yes. But the beauty was spectacular.
“This is so pretty.”
He snuggled up behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder.
“You mentioned a while back that you’ve never stayed in a real cabin. We can come back this summer when it’s warmer so we can appreciate the hot
tub over there and the lake.”
“Sounds like a wonderful plan. And after everything is said and done, we may need the weekend away.”
“I’m sure we will.”
The beauty of the place was magnificent and I got some photos before we got too cold and headed inside for cocoa, a movie, and cuddles on the sofa. The sofa was amazing as well, it was very wide which let us both curl up with each other and enjoy the closeness. He’d brought some movies we hadn’t seen or hadn’t seen together and even some documentaries, because I had mentioned them. He did have chocolate and well, I’d never complain about
chocolate, strawberries, and whip cream.
The sweet moments were something no one had ever done for me. Charlie and I usually exchanged boxes of candy or something, but this was how real Valentine’s was supposed to be. Conversations were not about the house, work, or even our friends. They were on the movies, what we may want to do later this week, how long we had the cabin, and when we wanted to come back.
My thoughts drifted though because I kept thinking about if I really wanted to experience being the bottom. Dean had never done anything that hurt me and if for some reason there was an accident he would apologize and make it better. That only happened once though and was partially my fault for being impatient. I really trusted him and there was so much that I wanted to experience sex wise. I hadn’t even really told him everything I wanted to try and do bedroom wise. That was a later conversation.
“You spaced on me.”
“Nothing bad, I promise.”
He kissed my temple and we finished the movie and then began dinner. He let me help fix the salads and prepare the wine, but then he sat me down and blindfolded me.
“Sorry sunshine, I have some surprises and well, I can’t really make you sit in the bathroom.”
“You could have...but thanks for not doing that.”
I relaxed in the pillows on the sofa and listened, I knew dinner was within ten minutes of being ready. It sounded like he was moving things around behind me. I just sat patiently waiting. He finally got my hands and I simply followed him. Letting him sit me down at the table where I could smell the steak in front of me.
He removed the blindfold and I just paused. He had fixed the table. There was a white table cloth, red rose petals were spread everywhere, the plates were already set with wine glasses, there were several candles placed in the middle and that provided the sole light in the entire room. I could even hear the faint music that he’d turned on.
“Happy Valentine’s.”
“I’ve got to step up my game,” I said.
“Next year you can be the romantic, sappy one.”
“Deal.”
Next year? He didn’t seem to be thinking we wouldn’t still be together then. That was a comforting thought. He got the wine and poured the glasses and then sat down. It was perfect. Dinner itself was perfect as well. Conversation was kept off any negative subjects and well, most of it was spent inhaling the wonderful food he had cooked to perfection. He cleared the plates once we were finished and set them in the sink.
“It’s still early.”
“Bubble bath?”
He grinned. “I’m down for a bubble bath.”
I started the water and since he was all sappy with the dinner table, I moved the candles around the tub. It was perfect. I even sprinkled some rose petals into the water.
“And you said I was the romantic, sappy one?”
“Doing what I can.”
We did take bathroom breaks before climbing into the tub, this time my back was to his chest and damn, it was perfect. The faint light of the candles, the scents, and just the feeling of being with Dean.
“This is very nice, Dean. Thank you.”
His hands moved up and down my shoulders. “I knew we were both wound pretty tight with work and the house.”
“We really should come back after things settle down during summertime so we can make use of the deck and lake.”
“Can’t say I disagree, but I kind of like the snowy look as well.”
“It’s pretty.”
There was a quiet moment before he nipped my shoulder.
“Were you serious about wanting to be the bottom? You know I don’t mind either way and I’m not disappointed in any way with our current sex life.”
“I am serious. I know you don’t mind and are content and happy with what we do. I would like that experience among others.”
“Among others?”
Dammit! But really, if he was looking forward to next year, maybe it was time to tell him a little more.
“Yes, among others. There are a lot of things that I’d like to try. Most of the reasons I haven’t ever tried them were because I didn’t trust the man I was
with, or they weren’t around long enough for me to even get that far.”
“Very valid reasons for not wanting to experiment. Was there anything specific?”
“Being bound or tied up, maybe some pain play. I’m not entirely certain what my pain tolerance is, so that may not go over well. It’s nothing super hardcore or very weird or gross.”
“Guessing water sports are off your list?”
“Yes. They are.”
“Which isn’t a problem, not on mine either. Why don’t we sit down tomorrow and make a list of the things we want to try? We can compare it, I’m sure we both have things we want to try.”
I turned to look at him. “You’ve done so much.”
He pressed his lips to mine softly. “We didn’t venture into kink, Castiel. What I’ve done has been the basics. None of the women were really into being the one tying down and Sasha was very open but we didn’t do much because we weren’t together.”
“I’d like to try things with you.”
“I’d like to as well.”
He pulled me close and well, I liked the kisses he was giving me. It was nice actually but he pulled away after a few moments.
“If you want to, we’ll do it right. Get you nice and clean, dried off and make sure you’re just jello.”
“I…love the sound of all of that.”
He took control of that too, washing me off and even drying me off. He did a repeat of what he’d done before, just covering every inch in kisses and working out any knots as he went. Unlike last time I ended up on my stomach and well, I could remember how having him sitting over me was a thrill then, it was more now. The oil on my ass didn’t feel weird this time but he’d reserved that for last and I was pretty much jello at that point. I don’t think
I could’ve gotten any more relaxed.
I felt him when he nudged my right leg up and out some, I just let him. I mean, I knew that he used fingers this morning but that was hours ago. I was fully expecting him to start with fingers, so I inhaled sharply when it wasn’t his finger.
“Fuck...”
“Not yet.”
What he had done was trace a circle with his tongue on my perineum. That had felt so different and yet he wasn’t done, I expected lube but the first time his tongue ran all the way I shuddered, the feeling so different.
“I’m going to assume you gave but never received this?”
I could just nod and hear his slight giggle followed by playful nips to my thighs, at one point he even found my ticklish spot. But the next time that his tongue pressed at my perineum and then moved up I couldn’t stop the moan. I could feel the slight roughness of his tongue as he dragged over my hole, fuck that felt so good. The warmth of his breath felt different as well.
He knew tricks of his own, the way his tongue moved, dipped and played, the wetness that I could feel, the gentle tickle at times as his scruff brushed across my skin. I could feel the warmth spread through me, this tingly feeling that was pooling low in my abdomen. I couldn’t stop the moans, or the yelps either. The feeling was slowly building and I was finding that I wanted fucking friction!
I felt a light pop. “Turn over.”
Well, shit that wouldn’t increase the friction but I moved onto my back and damn, Dean looked gorgeous.
“I could ask why you’re stopping…”
He leaned down and even after what he’d just done, I didn’t mind the kisses at all.
“As I recall, you told me to just move you.”
He went after my neck after that and I didn’t care if he left marks. It gave me a chance to move my hands all around his back, down onto his ass and squeeze, he ground against me too and that was the friction I wanted! He moved down and put focus on my nipples.
“Fuck...tease.”
His eyes moved up to me and his brow wiggled, before his lips moved down, nipping at my sides. I got a grip on his hair and tried to maneuver him where I wanted.
“Impatient.”
He finally moved to my cock, that slow lick up felt so damn divine that I groaned. Even with a mouthful, he still was able to tap my legs to rise up. When he’d gotten the lube was beyond me but I felt the slippery wetness when his finger was pressed against me. I didn’t even feel one finger; it wasn’t until he reached two that I felt the slight burn. But his mouth and tongue were working and removing any discomfort.
“Fuck…don’t stop.”
He came up and looked at me. “No plans to stop. Wanna see what you look like when you can’t breathe because it’s that damn good.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that so I just pushed his head down slightly and then I was feeling the back of his throat. Fuck he’d gone for the kill and it wasn’t really that long before I really was coming and I was sure it was intentional because I could still feel the fingers working me open as well. The sensations were overwhelming though.
“Dean..”
His fingers paused as if he knew it was a little much.
“Need a few minutes?”
“Just a few.”
His lips landed on my abdomen as he moved up, before he kissed my cheek and neck and shoulders.
“Do you still want to go to the next step?”
I nodded and was coming down some before I felt his fingers move again and he straightened up, my legs were draped over his thighs and I could still feel his fingers moving before another was added. I grimaced because that did burn quite a bit.
“Three burns more.”
He smiled. “Four.”
Four?! Fuck! But he kept moving his fingers and that spot he hit multiple times. I felt it, that feeling of wanting more, that this was just not enough.
“Dean…”
“Yes, Sunshine?”
“I need…Fuck..”
Saying exactly what I needed was weird, because on one hand I never thought I’d be the one wanting more than just fingers. I always felt I’d be the one giving and never be the receiver.
“Castiel?”
“You...I need you. I need more.”
His free hand moved over my thigh. “Positive?”
“Fuck yes.”
I was pretty sure that like him, my entrance was fluttering and clenching, wanting more. I could feel the colder lube being applied, spread and pushed in. I glanced down and one hand was working the lube and the other hand was spreading more lube over his cock. Fuck, I couldn’t believe I wanted this so badly.
He leaned over pressing my thighs apart and back some, but I couldn’t deny the kiss is what I wanted.
“No going back, you’re sure?”
I tightened my legs around him and pulled him closer. “I’m sure. I’m still breathing pretty well after all.”
He nipped my bottom lip but shifted his weight so he could use a hand to line up. I could feel the blunt head against my entrance, could feel the slight burn as he pushed forward. There was a burning pain because he was bigger than his fingers. He held though just a few moments before he pressed forward. He also distracted my brain with kisses all over my lips, face and neck.
He moved his hand at some point and it wasn’t until I could feel him right against my ass that he paused. I felt so full, the burn was still there currently
but it was fading.
“Fuck Cas, you are so tight. Are you okay? I caught the grimace.”
“I’m okay, still burning just a bit.”
He responded by smothering me in kisses. He didn’t move his hips at all, just let me adjust to him. The pain subsided and I wiggled my hips just slightly.
“You can move, I’m okay.”
There was very little pain as he pulled back and pushed forward, after the third time there was no pain. He was still laying down and I was able to get my hands anywhere I could reach. I liked being able to run my hands through his hair and down his back, like I could hold his face gently for those passionate kisses. I couldn’t quite articulate how good it felt, how much I liked and loved the feelings both emotionally and physically.
I couldn’t say how long he stayed this way before he rose up onto his knees, his hands came to the front of my thighs and he watched me as he pulled back and moved forward slowly but definitely all the way.
“Mmf, Fuck!”
After a few thrusts he moved his hands behind my thighs and pressed forward, his hands on the bed pushed my legs back and ass out. Yeah, that was much better at the excruciatingly slow pace he’d set. I was lost on where my hands needed to be, so I often used his bicep as a grounding point or his thighs.
“Aah! Fuck, Dean.”
I was starting to realize why he loved this so much himself. He leaned down and kissed me but shit, I was folded pretty damn well in this position.
“Son of a…Fuck. You are so tight, baby. You feel so damn good.”
He was increasing his speed just a bit and I couldn’t even remain near quiet. Moans, groans, the occasional fuck tossed in. He increased his speed and I was finding that I was so damn close again, I was already hard and could feel it pooling low in my abdomen but he sat up and pulled out.
“Dean?”
I was confused! But he lowered my legs around him and rubbed my thighs some, okay maybe they were hurting a little.
“I’m not done with you, far from it.”
I started to move but he stopped me, moved me to my side, lying down behind me. More lube was added before he was pushing back into me and fuck, I felt the instant little spark that shot up my spine.
“Fuck!!”
He pressed kisses to my neck, shoulders, and upper back and I just gripped the bed sheet tightly. I could feel his hands come around me, rubbing over my nipple and I groaned.
I think he was aiming for that spark, and fuck it was feeling fucking great. I felt the slight pop to my thigh and looked back. I was sure my eyes were blown just like his. That little smirk though briefly worried me before I realized what it meant. He’d slowed down. Pulling out slowly and pushing in just as slowly.
“Dean…fuck.”
He nipped at my lips. “I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
He pulled back but snapped in quick and I yelped, the shock of pleasure crashed over me and I couldn’t even stop it. Not that it stopped him from doing it again and again. Followed by a period of rapid thrusting, this left me breathless and pretty much putty. Then he slowed down again and went back to the slow pull back, followed by a snap. When he pulled out I was yet again confused but he turned me onto my back and his lips went after my nipples, his hand wrapped around my aching cock. I fisted his hair and bucked my hips into his hand. I growled when he moved, his fingers dipping into me and he smiled. He added even more lube. He leaned down and kissed me, providing a little friction.
His lips moved across my jaw and nipped my ear. “You wanna come on my cock, Castiel?”
A shudder ran down my spine and I groaned. Everything had felt fucking amazing even as he slid back into me slowly. He sat up and his hands slid down my sides and then he moved and holy fuck. His pace and speed were fast and borderline hard, but it felt so fucking good. I tightened my legs around him but it wasn’t even slowing him down. I tried to grab onto something which ended up being his thighs and I know I left marks and I know the yells of pleasure were all me.
He leaned down and kept up the speed but it let me move my hands to his arms and grab a hold, ground myself. Which was needed because I came untouched and screaming his name. The orgasm crashed through me and he didn’t even slow down for several seconds before he stilled and I swear I came again just from the feeling of being filled.
It took several minutes to be able to breathe. Dean was laying on me, his lips placing soft kisses along my neck and collar.
“You back with me, Sunshine?”
I barely nodded. I just laid there feeling warm and sated and happy. I’ve never had an orgasm that damn great. He kept up with the kisses for several more minutes before he moved and I groaned as he pulled out. Missing the contact, he moved to the kitchen and back with a washcloth and something in a bottle.
“Let me clean you up.”
I vaguely was aware of the cooling come on my chest and the weird feeling on my ass, pretty sure that was come too. He was gentle and aware that I was hyper sensitive.
“Think you can stand?”
“Doubtful. I feel like jello.”
He leaned down and kissed me. “No problem. Roll to that side quickly and I’ll pull off the top and wipe you off a little more.”
I rolled and he was still gentle but I was so tired. I wasn’t there long before he moved me back and off came the top blanket and then there was a clean sheet under me. He had me sit up.
“Drink this.”
Turns out it was orange juice and I was glad, I felt a little better after it. I sat the bottle on the table beside the bed and then he was pulling me down onto his chest and I couldn’t deny that. I curled myself up beside him. Sweaty and all, I didn’t care. I was glad for the warm blanket he pulled over us.
“Breathless. Are you okay?”
I snuggled closer. “I’m perfect. Now I know why you like it so much.”
“Muhum. No lies…was it good for you?”
“It was…perfect.”
I yawned though and he giggled at me.
“Fine, fine. I’ll interrogate you tomorrow.”
My eyes were already dropping. “I love you, Dean.”
I felt soft lips on my forehead. “I love you, Castiel. Good night.”
I mumbled a good night but I was already falling asleep, unable to stop myself. I was warm, safe, and comfortable. I couldn’t complain.