POV: Cas & Dean
July 4, 2003
When Dean said he was planning a date - he went all out. He’d chosen a vegan restaurant, had dressed up nicely, and had even had a walk in the park afterward. It was so surreal. I’d never really dated anyone that was that nice and that actually listened to me and what I liked. I had expected a burger joint or something, needless to say I’d been shocked by his choices.
We were attending the July 4th party in the park with his family and our mutual friends. I had invited Gabriel but he hadn’t sounded so thrilled and had eventually admitted he didn’t want to attend and would be spending it with his girlfriend. I hadn’t expected him to show up or want to meet Dean. It was heartbreaking at times because I could have used my big brother to avoid some of the bad things. But, I wasn’t letting his failure to come bring me down.
Dean was picking me up at one and until then I had to get things done. I’d be staying with him this weekend as we’ve had a few weekends we couldn’t because of his job or mine. But this weekend we were both work free and I was glad for that. I needed a break.
I spent the morning cleaning up the apartment and clearing the desk of notes. I checked my email, made a few replies. I assured Charlie I was definitely going to be there and then packed a weekend bag. All I really had to do was add clean clothes, everything else just stayed in the bag. Lebanon was not known for its mild summers and while I really wanted to wear nice pants that would just be stupid. So I laid out a pair of dark brown khaki shorts and a light blue t-shirt. I was digging in the back of the closet for another decent pair of pants when I came across the pizza cat jumpsuit that I think Charlie may have given to me. I pulled it out and wow.
It was a one piece zip up jumper that had a mountain across the shorts part and the upper part was a galaxy. In the middle was a white cat face with blue eyes and the cat was holding two pieces of pepperoni pizza. It was thin and I’d be fairly comfortable. The question was…would Dean even want to be seen with me? I figured he probably wouldn’t because he had some loud shirts and brightly colored shorts. So, I laid it on the bed before I headed for ashower.
Dean was running a little behind and he’d let me know already so I was ready and waiting when he knocked at ten after one. I opened the door and watched his face which went through a mirror of emotions. I clearly picked out confusion, uncertainty and like he was going to have a laughing fit.
“Uh…Hi Cas.”
“Hey.”
“That’s…different.”
He was wearing black khaki shorts with extra pockets and a gray t-shirt with a short sleeve flannel shirt over it. He was also wearing black flip flops like me.
“I found it in the back of my closet when I was looking for shirts. Is it too much? I can change.”
The smile broke out across his face. “No, keep it on.”
“Are you sure?”
He closed the small gap and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Yes, I’m sure. If you’re comfortable wearing it in public then, well, who am I to stop you?”
And so…I left my apartment wearing it. I had to admit it was pretty comfortable and he seemed to like it as well. Not that I could complain about being able to see more of him.
“I may have to figure out where it comes from and get one for work. People would love that.”
“I can’t remember but I think Charlie got it for me.”
“I’ll be sure to ask her.”
We went to his place first, dropped off my overnight bag and got the cooler from his garage. He’d filled it with beer, soda, and water. Noon was the hottest part of the day; even now at 1:45 it was still a scorcher. I was watching him move around the garage and fuck, the sweaty look he had. I could see beads running down his neck, leaving trails along his neck and collarbone. I stuck my hands in my pockets and tried to avoid the thoughts I was having.
“You okay there?”
“Yeah, just hot.”
He tilted his head and smiled. “Of course you are.”
Welp, I was gone. The flush spread so fast across my face I was shocked it didn’t leave burn marks. He got the radio off the counter and moved right to me. I didn’t stop him when he reached for the zipper and moved it just a bit.
He smirked. “Much better.”
Fuck, there was a part of my brain that wanted to blow off this park idea and just let him drag me upstairs. Then there was the louder part screaming that he may not stay. That side won out and I finally grabbed the last of the things and took them to the car. We made it to the park by three having stopped for a quick snack. There were dozens of people here and I didn’t move from the seat.
“Cas?”
I stared at the dozes of people. “I didn’t think this outfit through…”
“Well, unless you’re changing in the back seat in my Impala…kinda stuck with it.”
I sighed. “Yeah…my bags are at your place.”
He slid across the seat and gently moved my head to face him; I liked the way his fingers felt against my jaw. The little sparks left tingling reminders even after they moved.
“You’re comfortable right?”
“Yes.”
“No one should care what you are wearing. Sam, my parents, even Sasha won’t care what you wear. They’re here to see you, to talk to you.” He laid his hand over my heart which was beating quite rapidly. “They’re here to see your heart, not the clothes you wear.”
I was sure my face couldn’t get any redder. I’d be shocked if it did. There was a firm pat to my knee.
“Now, we gotta find a spot or find Sam, I think he’s already here.”
It was the little boost I needed to get out of the car and begin to help carry bags of chips, burger stuff, hot dogs and other grill worthy items. There were vendors here too but Sam had acquired a large area with a grill. Seeing him now was different too, he wasn’t dressed up. He was in casual light colored shorts and a salmon colored shirt; he had a cooler and some bags sitting by the table as well.
“Hey Sammy!” Dean called.
He smiled bright when he saw Dean and yep, I saw the startled confused look when he saw me.
“Dean…Castiel?” He asked.
“Yes Sam, this is Castiel. Cas, this is Sam, my baby brother.”
Even though Sam was four inches taller than him. We had our normal greeting and he didn’t seem to care that I was wearing this.
“Mom and Dad are on their way, what about Sasha and Jordan?” Sam asked.
“Will be here by five, I told them the food was 5:30.” He looked at me. “Is Charlie on her way too?”
I nodded. “She messaged right before we got here. Said 4:30.”
With that out of the way, Dean and I went and got the rest of the things from the car. My task had been to bring the paper products and chips, in which I’d gotten more than enough. It had been at Dean’s already. While he and Sam got themselves busy with meat prep and grill set up I unbagged the items and set up the table.
“Castiel! You actually wore it!”
I turned toward Charlie’s excited voice and smiled. I’d resigned myself never to wear this, but here I was.
“So you are responsible for this work of art?” Dean asked.
She smiled. “I am. How are you doing?”
He smiled. “Doing well. Are there any other pieces of art I should be aware of?”
Charlie shook her head and then they proceeded to give everyone hugs. Mary and John Winchester arrived next and I was hella nervous because I was in this outfit. But his Mom thought it was hilarious and their dad asked where he could get one. It seems it was a hit! As Dean cooked, I mingled with his family. I mean, this was their chance to get to know me and me them. Yet, I kept Dean in my view. The heat was bothering everyone and we were even in the shade. Sierra was pushing everyone to have water.
Dean was almost done cooking when a very good looking man walked up and just hugged him. I bristled where I was but felt Sam’s hand on my shoulder.
“It’s Sasha, don’t fret Cas.”
Sasha?! The only other man in which Dean had any experience with?! Fuck, I couldn’t compete with him or the hot guy that was with him either! This clearly was not the Sasha I had met at the garage. But, Brown was his last name and he’d been playful about Dean’s car.
“Cas?” Dean asked.
I got up, and fuck, they’d even dressed way better; in khaki shorts and a polo shirt. And here I was in a cat suit! Dean smiled as I got closer, though, and pulled me to him.
“This is Castiel or Cas for short. He’s my boyfriend. Cas, this is Sasha and his boyfriend Jordan.”
They smiled at me, shook my hand and greeted me but neither commented on the outfit. Jordan talked to me for a few moments before he wandered off to talk to Mary and John. Sasha smiled at me.
“Dean told me a lot about you. Although, I don’t recall seeing you; I’m sure I would have recalled such beautiful blue eyes.”
I felt the blush. “I thought I had met you, but the guy does resemble you and his last name was the same.”
“Ah! Probably my younger brother. He helps sometimes. Gonna say that Dean left out your eclectic taste in clothing.”
“Dean just found out a few hours ago. But, I like it. He’s my little sunshine,” Dean quipped.
The blush deepened, I wasn’t sure how my face hadn’t burst into flames yet. But, it got worse. When Dean was done flipping the burgers he turned to me and kissed me, calling me sunshine again. I sort of lost track of the conversation after that. I know I answered questions and participated, but the context of that was lost. He’d kissed me… in public… around his friends and family. Something no one else had done.
When the food was done and the plates were made we sat down to eat. It was still hot but bearable. I got sandwiched between Dean and Charlie, not that I minded. Sasha was across from me and I was about to ask him a question related to paint when I saw him.
Standing about a hundred feet away was Robert and while he had friends there, he was looking directly at me. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand up and the slight chill run down my spine. I wasn’t even aware I was moving until my hip touched Dean’s. His presence alone made me feel safe and secure, enough that my focus was torn away from Robert and back to Sasha, asking about that paint.
I wasn’t sure I could eat more…but then came pie and who was I to pass up pie? But after that I laid my head over onto Dean’s shoulder. Sasha smiled, Charlie giggled beside me, and his Mom just smiled as well.
He tilted his head slightly. “Tired already?”
“Maybe. Good food always makes me sleepy.”
I felt his hand slide across my lower back, sending chills up my spine. I didn’t mind. I didn’t even care what anyone thought, I liked this feeling. Sam lured me into a conversation about Jared and Jensen, asking if I ever planned to give them anything good besides each other. I couldn’t discuss the next book at all but his question did stick.
Yet, it was hard to fully focus because Dean’s hand was always moving on my back, up or down, sideways. Sometimes it was just his fingertips walking across my shoulders. What the fuck was he trying to do?! A few times I felt his fingernails scratch just at the hairline, which sent all kinds of warm fuzzy feelings. I was almost glad though when Sam mentioned some games to kill time. He, Dean, Sasha, and Jordan had a game of Frisbee and I even caught it a few times.
Robert was quickly becoming a distant thought.
*Dean*
I hadn’t known why he had slid over against me while we were eating, but despite the heat I didn’t mind. I had to admit the outfit was loud and out there, but it fit him very well. Tight when he had bent over a few times, but otherwise loose. Even as we played Frisbee I kept a watch on him talking to Charlie, my parents and Sierra. A few times he rescued the Frisbee for us.
It was a little after seven and we were just standing around when he came up and leaned in.
“Mind escorting me to the men’s room?”
I turned slightly. “Is that some sly way to see me without pants?”
A faint blush rolled over his face. “Hadn’t crossed my mind.”
I was sure it hadn’t but I nodded and walked off with him anyway. It was odd because he’d gone before we ate alone and hadn’t asked me to follow. But I wouldn’t complain. I needed to go myself. There was a bit of a line and unlike most this bathroom had nothing but stalls. Fuck them for that. I was out
before he was and was waiting outside the door when I saw him.
Robert. The one man I didn’t want to see here and it suddenly made sense. He was lingering far enough away that he wasn’t too suspicious but I was sure Cas had seen him earlier, probably when he subtly moved to touch me. There was no way that this asshole was ruining today.
“Dean?”
I turned, startled a bit. “Hey, sorry zoned out.”
“Ready to head back?”
I knew Robert would be watching and Cas gasped when I got the suit and pulled him closer and crashing my lips to his. I could feel him melt against me.
“Wow..” He gasped.
“Before we go back I gotta know…”
“What do you have to know?”
I moved my hands down his sides, over his waist and smiled. “Are you really only wearing this?”
He blinked. “How…”
“I didn’t feel anything else under the fabric and that is hot as hell.”
His head dipped shyly. “Least amount of layers I could get away with.”
“So wrong. But sure we can go back now.”
I felt his hands on my sides. “We may both need to wait a moment or two.”
“Thinking puppies, kittens, my mom standing over there.”
Yep, all the things to consider when you desperately want an erection to fade away. I made sure that I got his hand though, and held it the entire walk back. But the knowledge that he wasn’t wearing anything under that suit was a sexy thought. Mom had spread the blanket out by the time we got back and I claimed my normal spot, but Cas helped her with a few things before coming over and realizing there wasn’t room beside me on either side.
I patted the blanket right in front of me.
“That won’t be comfortable for you.”
“Trust me.” I patted the space again for emphasis.
But fuck me stupid when he moved in front of me, his ass right in my face before he moved to sit down. Sasha just giggled but dammit! He slide back some until I stopped him and that was fucking perfect. I could lay my head on his shoulder and get my arms around him.
“Does this not hurt you?” he asked.
“Nope. Natural bow legs and all, makes this very comfortable.”
It didn’t stop conversations either. But even now I could distantly see Robert if I turned and well, I made sure to keep my hands around him or
somewhere near. A few times placing light kisses to his shoulder. I could feel the strength in his shoulders as he sat here. Could appreciate the neck that I so badly wanted to bite and mark but couldn’t here.
When it was time for fireworks I pulled him back against me, so we could both see them. About ten minutes into the display he turned his head and I turned to him.
“Thank you Dean.”
I kissed him. “You’re welcome.”
“You know he’s here.”
I kissed him again. “I do. But you’re safe with me.”
I tightened my grip some and we watched the rest of the show. Once the fireworks ended it was clean up time and I made sure that I stayed with Cas, he would walk with me and back no matter whose car we went to. Everyone had leftovers for when they got home if they wanted it. We said bye to everyone and headed home at about ten fifteen.
“Did you have a good time?”
“Yes. I’m not sure how they liked the outfit.”
I giggled. “They were fine with the outfit. I’m fine with it too.”
“Really?”
“It’s bold for sure, but it’s also you. Bright, vibrant, and adorable.”
“You’re going to make me blush for like the hundredth time today.”
“You say that like it wasn’t my intention.”
“I see.”
I smirked at him and when we got to my place we got everything from the car and headed inside. We heated up some burgers which were still awesome before collapsing on the sofa. It had been a long day but he looked keyed up.
“Did Mom give you more pie?”
“No. Sleepy but not sleepy. It does happen sometimes.”
I moved to sit sideways and gave him a come-hither motion. He hesitated before moving over. He sat down with his back to me and I adjusted a bit. I leaned him back against my chest. I moved my hands down his side gently then around him, linking them in front of him.
“Comfortable?”
“I am.”
I could be nice but his neck was so damn close and I went after it. I’d been watching him all day, seeing the beads of sweat running down his neck, down his face. I’d wanted to wipe it away or hell, lick it away! However, I was sure that would be a limit of his in public. But here? Nothing was stopping me. I moved my lips up and down the left side of his neck, placing kisses all along that area before moving across to the right side. At one point, I ran my tongue up his neck and flicked his ear. I could hear the moan slip out of his lips and his breathing was changing as well.
I moved my hand to the zipper of the suit, hesitating until he nodded for me to move it. I slowly unzipped the top for a bit, not all the way but enough to give me room to slip my hands inside the suit. His skin felt warm, toned but smooth. I moaned at the feel of his skin, because this was something I hadn’t done before. Unzipping also allowed the area around his neck to fall open a bit more, giving me more places to kiss and nip.
I moved my lips to the new skin as my hands moved to the nipples, which seemed very sensitive. It didn’t take long to get them nice and erect for me and for him to be squirming around. His ass was causing problems on my end as well. I was on his left side when he turned his head and getting those lips was better. His breathing was getting more ragged though. As I moved back I left kisses all along his jawline, to his ear where I nipped a bit.
“Fuck.”
I smiled against his neck. A few more kisses before I gently bit down, not using a lot of force. The moan that slid from his lips was delicious and one I wanted to hear again. I moved to the other side of his neck for a repeat, garnering another moan from him. I wanted more though, so much more. I also kept Sasha’s words in mind. I didn’t want to push him too fast.
I moved my right hand to the zipper, which was still mostly up. I could see how my actions were affecting him, in the clear outline under this suit of what I really wanted to see. I moved my lips up the side of his neck, nipping his ear lightly.
“Are you okay with me moving farther down?” I kissed just behind his ear. “Hands only Castiel, unless you tell me otherwise. I promise.”
He seemed conflicted, his hands were holding tightly to my legs. I was almost certain he was going to say no. But his head barely moved up and down.
“It’s okay. Please, Dean, don’t stop.”
It felt important, so I gently moved him to face me. His blue eyes were darker, irises blown and filled with lust. It was a face I wanted to see.
“If you want or need to stop, it’s okay. Just tell me and I will.”
“Okay.”
He closed the gap and pressed our lips together. I didn’t pull away from the kiss and at the same time I moved my hand to the zipper. I slowly started tugging the zipper down, my fingertips lightly grazing his skin. But when I was close enough, I pulled away from the skin to finish the zipper. I let my hand trail back up, parting the top just a bit. I didn’t pull it down though because I was afraid he’d be uncomfortable if his arms were trapped.
Despite his lips being attached to mine, I still heard the slight whine when I didn’t go right for where he wanted them. I had to shift to ease the pressure in my own jeans. I moved along his jaw as my hand moved down his abdomen, feeling the taut muscles contract at my touch.
His moan was better when my hand finally wrapped around the base of his cock. I heard the inhale he made, coupled with a low moan. He was thick at the base and fuck he was definitely hard. Fuck I wanted to see more of him. I nipped slightly at the new skin, the right side sliding down exposed.
His hands were gripping me tightly, as if he was trying to raise me from perdition. I used both of my hands to actually free him from the outfit and fuck. There was a little pre-cum on the top of the red mushroom head. He was fucking perfect. Just the right length and width. I moved my right hand up the shaft slowly, letting it feel the veins, ridges and general shape and feel. How he sounded as I explored was a strangled moan.
“You’re gorgeous.”
His head tipped back against my shoulder as my hands found a steady slow pace. My left hand moved back to his overly sensitive nipples. After about ten minutes curiosity got the best of me and I moved my left hand down, cupping his balls in my hand and gently massaging them.
His back arched at that and he pushed his ass back into me which helped and then forward which was a good sign.
“Fuck…”
I nipped his ear again. “Hold tight a moment.”
I needed lube because I could feel the slight irritation. It took me a few moments as I kept a bottle right under the edge of the sofa.
“Do you…always keep that there?”
I nipped his ear again. “I have since I met you.”
A slight flush bloomed across his face and I loved it. He watched me as I poured a generous amount into my hand, letting it warm just a bit before wrapping it around him.
Starting with slow movements and light pressure, I wanted to drive him crazy. I tested different pressures and movements until I found the one that gave me the best moan. I could see the pleasure building. It was written all over his face. I could feel his hips shifting into me and I was sure it was on purpose. Next time…I wanted a better view! This was nice but I wanted to completely see his face.
His fingers were digging into my legs which hurt but I found it was not distracting from my own erection, felt like it was helping. I sped up a little, watching his body respond. Watching the pre-cum become more evident.
“Dean…Fuck…I’m...”
I understood what he was saying so I tightened my grip just a bit and that pretty much did it. He said my name when he came and I could see his muscles contract right before several thick ropes of come landed on his stomach. I kept moving my hand slowly, getting more and hearing whimpers. I then slowed down, letting him ride the high.
I leaned in and kissed a sweaty spot on his cheek. “Still with me?”
“Barely.”
I got some tissue from under the sofa as well. I wiped my hand off and his stomach as well.
“You have got to stop hiding this body under a trench coat.”
He laid there a moment before he tucked himself back in and then he started to move, which I let him. But I wasn’t sure I liked the predatory look in his eyes when they were directed at me.
He crawled up and I didn’t mind the kiss at all or that his body was pressed into mine. I just laid back because what else could I do?! I really liked this, something I’m sure he knew because his thigh was moving against my erection and I was positive it was on purpose.
His hands traveled down my sides, slipping under both shirts before he tugged a bit.
“Can’t get them off laying…” I smirked.
He pushed up and fuck that was a sight. He was straddling my right thigh and that look!
“Take them off, please.”
Well, that was doable and I took them off and tossed them somewhere. He sat there a moment before he smiled. He came back down and his hands trailed up my chest, leaving goosebumps.
“Fuck, Cas.”
He kissed me and then went for my neck and good lord, those lips had skills.
“Your turn.”
“Cas..”
He shook his head. “No arguments.”
“No arguments here.”
I even tilted my head to the side and I didn’t care one bit if he left marks. I even moaned when I felt his teeth against my skin. I felt his hand move down my side and right to the bulge in my shorts. Fuck, I’d wanted this! I heard his low groan mixed with mine as his hand just moved outside the shorts.
“Castiel…” I whined.
I felt the smile against my neck. Then he was moving a little more to the right, giving himself better access. He didn’t even hesitate to get the shorts undone and out of the way, not even my boxer briefs were a problem.
“I think…I misjudged.”
I barely heard that because at the same time his hand had tightened around the base of my cock. He clearly wanted to do like me; his hands were moving slowly, feeling the ridges and veins, slowly moving across the head and even collecting pre-cum as well.
My head tilted back as far as I could and I swore he took advantage as I felt lips across the front of my throat. His speed, angle, and even pressure seemed to get faster and harder. But then it decreased to a much slower rhythm.
“So…mean…”
His lips moved across my jaw and I turned my head, capturing them. I tried to move my hips but his leg was firmly placed over my thigh and I couldn’t.
“Cas…I…fuck…”
He didn’t say anything, just pressed his lips to mine and increased his speed. I could feel the coil that had been building snap and he kissed me through the orgasm. I couldn’t think much and didn’t immediately know he’d moved to clean me up until after. He made no other movements though, just settled in the space between me and the back of the sofa. I lay here, trying to calm my breathing before I looked at him.
“Castiel?”
He barely mumbled a yeah.
“Sleepy now?
He harrumphed. “Yes, but I know we need to shower.”
“And you think I can’t lure you to sleep after a hot shower?”
He finally looked up at me, but I could see the tears in his eyes.
“Hey, Sunshine what’s wrong?”
“Nothing Dean, I promise.”
I wiped away the few stray tears that had managed to escape.
“Then what’s with the waterworks? I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”
“No. No hurting. It was…amazing and wonderful. I just…realized that I’ve never gone first.”
“Are you saying the guys you did get this far with, always went first? Please tell me they at least reciprocated?”
He shrugged. “Not usually.”
“Oh Cas, baby you don’t have to worry about that with me. Trust me, even if I am first you’ll always be next even if it has to be an hour later or a day, you’ll always be repaid.”
I saw him smile and realized I’d used a pet name. Well, another one anyway.
“Alright, shower. Then bed. You look really tired now.”
“Sure we have to shower?”
“Yes. It was hot enough that yeah, we do.”
He sent me first; unfortunately my shower wasn’t big enough for two. While he showered I got the bed fixed and put away anything I needed to. I was already sitting in the bed when he came out wearing just a pair of blue boxers. I guess he read my mind since that was all I had on as well.
“You didn’t want to watch anything?”
Another come-hither move and he smiled, crawling into the bed with me. I liked cuddles and well, this was the best time. I also didn’t want him to feel like after wards I just wanted him away from me. So, we talked about the day and eventually he did fall asleep.