"I though you said we were just going to a bar?" huffed Sam, staring up at the flashing neon sign above him.
"It is a bar," retorted Dean, pushing Sam encouragingly inside.
The younger Winchester finally caved, muttering to himself. "Yeah a just a bar, where women happen to take their clothes off for money."
"Cheer up Sammy, it's your birthday," smiled Dean, shifting his gaze to follow a scantily clad redhead walking passed them.
"One drink and that's it," offered Sam, eyes darting between the various girls on stage. Silently they found a couple of stools, and Dean went off to get them something to drink.
Sam sat, he'd finally became comfortable with their surroundings until he saw a look in Dean's eye that told him his brother was up to something. "What'd you do?"
"Why do you assume that I did something?" replied Dean, doing an awful job at hiding the truth.
Glaring, Sam opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a pair of hands landing on his shoulders.
"Is this the birthday boy, sweetie?" asked Candy, or Mandy, perhaps it was Sandy. Dean couldn't remember the stripper's name.
Dean just nodded in response, before picking his beer up and holding it as if to toast Sam. "Happy birthday Sammy," smirked Dean, as she grabbed Sam and dragged him off behind a curtain for a private show.
It took a couple of minutes before the chuckling finally subsided and his gaze fell back onto the girl on stage closest to him. A brunette who by the lack of clothing seemed to be near the end of her routine. She was skilful but Dean just couldn't seem to get interested enough to pay much attention. He soon found his mind beginning to wander. It didn't take long for his thoughts to change to Lilith and the Seals before finally settling on Castiel. Dean wondered what the Angel was doing, what he would think of a place like this, then he began to wonder what it would be like if it were Cas up there on stage; gracefully sliding up and down the pole. Another minute or so passed before his chuckle returned.
The more time that went by, the more bored Dean became. He use to love coming to places like this and spending the money that he'd hustled out of someone else the previous day. He grunted silently to himself, blaming his disinterest in the dancers on the apocalypse. But then he reminded himself why he was there, and slumped against the table after ordering another beer.
"Some might say what you're doing is a sin," whispered a voice into Dean's ear. When the hunter turned he saw Castiel sitting in Sam's stool a couple of feet away. Dean's heart rate increased, he hoped that the Angel didn't know what he was thinking only moments before.
"Cas," gasped Dean. "You almost scared the shit out of me," he continued, rubbing his hand over his ear where he had felt the Angel's breath just a moment ago. Dean was not one to ever admit being scared. "That's a neat trick." He watched as Castiel's eyes began to soak in the atmosphere of the club. "You probably should have called first," mocked Dean. "I don't think this is a place for one of God's innocents."
Before Castiel could speak he was cut off by the same redhead Dean had seen at the start of the evening. "Can I get you anything sugar?" she asked, eyes locked on the Angel. "Or maybe I can do something for you," she added with a wink.
"He's not interested," cut in Dean, like Hell he was going to let some slut hit on Castiel. "In fact we're just leaving." Without hesitation he grabbed Castiel by the shoulder and dragged the other man outside. Finally reaching the fresh air, Dean released his grip on Castiel. "Sorry," he said quickly, noticing the bewilderment in the Angel's eyes.
Puzzled, Castiel stood silent for a moment, contemplating his thoughts about what had just happened. "Why did you just do that?" he asked voice calm and nonjudgmental.
"I..." began Dean, knowing any lie would be useless against Castiel. "You're too good for a place like that," he answered, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Castiel laughed, or huffed, Dean wasn't sure which. "I went into the depths of Hell for you Dean Winchester; such a place does not bother me."
"Well it bothers me," barked Dean. ‘Okay,' he thought, enough with the honesty thing. The Angel didn't reply as he noticed Dean shift his gaze to the road beneath them. "I'm gonna head back to the motel," muttered Dean, rolling his eyes when he noticed that Castiel wasn't making any effort to leave. He quickly sent Sam an apologetic text for leaving him behind, he was sure his brother would understand. "Get in," added Dean, using his head to gesture the other man into towards the car.
The ride back to the motel started off silent, something Dean didn't mind. If they were quiet, then he wouldn't say anything that he'd regret. The lost look on Castiel's face however, was starting to annoy the hunter. "What is it?" asked Dean, somewhat hating himself for breaking the silence.
"Why were you at that place tonight?" asked Castiel, slowly turning his gaze towards Dean.
Shrugging, Dean flashed him a quick grin. "Sam's birthday, thought I'd try and cheer him up; a night off from worrying about the fate of the world."
Nodding slowly, Castiel opened and closed his mouth a few times. A quick glance every now and then told Dean that there was something still weighing on his companions mind. Dean shifted his focus onto the road and the endless line of small town shops that whisked by to fast to really take any notice of. He knew Castiel would speak when he was ready.
"How does it work?" cut in the Angel.
"What-" started Dean, pausing when his eyes met Castiel's. "Oh," he groaned with understanding. "Well...you see...they..." he tried to explain but found it extremely hard. "Guys pay the girls to take off their clothes," blurted Dean, thinking that if he spoke really fast that Cas might get the idea to drop the subject.
"Why?" asked the Angel, raising a brow towards Dean.
A deep sigh escaped Dean's lips, so much for dropping the subject. "Cause it's entertaining."
"I think I understand," replied Castiel. "So if I took of my clothing for you, you would be entertained?"
The Impala swerved as Dean choked on the shock. As usual his mind went straight into the gutter, and he said the first stupid joke that came to mind. "Depends on how good you are."
"I don't know," replied Castiel. "I've never tried it before, but when we get back to your room I could-"
"Cas!" cut in Dean. "You can't say things like that, you're an Angel."
"And?" mused Castiel.
"And," repeated Dean. "Dude, you're a friggin' Angel."
"You already said that," stated Castiel.
Dean's grip on the steering wheel tensed a couple of times as tried to keep his downstairs brain from taking over. "Look Cas, I don't think you understand what would happen if you did that for me."
"It would most likely lead to some form of intercourse would it not?" asked Castiel.
The car swerved again, as Dean absorbed the Angel's words. "And would you'd be okay with that?" said the hunter, thinking that he must have heard wrong or that Cas didn't understand what he was saying.
Castiel nodded his head steadily. "I may be ‘innocent' as you say, Dean, but I still know about the mechanisms of copulation."
A laugh escaped Dean's lips, causing Castiel to frown. "Sorry," he apologized, noticing the look on the Angel's face. "It's just when you say it like that sounds like robot sex or something." Another quick glance and Dean saw no hint of humour in the Angel's eyes. "You're serious about this?"
"Yes," replied Castiel. "That is unless you don't want to."
"Of course I...I mean I would..." stuttered Dean, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. When he regained some of his composure he quickly fell back onto a failsafe. "Won't you get into trouble for this?"
"What I do or don't do with my vessel is my choice Dean; I cannot be punished for this," retorted Castiel.
"Right," said Dean, pulling into the driveway of their motel. "Just one thing," asked Dean. "Why do you want to do this?"
"Because you, and only you, are the one I wish to experience humanity with Dean," replied Castiel capturing the eldest Winchester's gaze as they walked towards the building.
"Great," smirked Dean, unlocking the door to his motel room. "I've just been propositioned by an Angel."
"So what do I do?" asked Castiel, a minute later, entering the room as Dean held the door open for him.
Dean paused, his jacket hanging halfway off his shoulders. "You mean you've never done this before? Of course you haven't. All the theory none of the practical?" teased Dean. "Dude I can't believe I'm going to deflower an Angel."
Confused, Castiel turned back to face Dean. "There's going to be flowers?"
"You're an idiot," grinned Dean closing the gap between them. "Last chance, this really what you want?"
"Yes," answered Castiel, as he let Dean slide the trench coat off of his body. The tie went next as Dean removed it less than gracefully, chucking it to the ground. A kiss soon followed, it was their first, and something Dean had dreamt about on more than one occasion but would never admit it to the other man.
The Angel's body stiffened in Dean's embrace as a series of muffled noises escaped his lips. His grip on the hunter's s arms tightened as Dean used his tongue to part Castiel's lips. The sensations were all so new to him as he felt his legs begin to buckle under the intensity of the kiss. When Dean felt Castiel being to stagger, he simply held on tighter, wrapping his arms round the smalls of the Angel's back.
"Again," breathed Castiel, when Dean parted for air. Dean chose not to make fun of Castiel's plea as he leant forward pressing their lips together once more. Castiel could still taste the faint traces of beer in Dean's mouth as their teeth brushed together. His confidence began to grow as he began to push into Dean, not even flinching when the hunter began to untuck his shirt.
Dean's hands fumbled with the buttons on Castiel's shirt, as one by one he undid them. The look in his eyes was perfect as Castiel couldn't help but smile at his charge. "You're nervous."
"What?" hissed Dean, sounding somewhat offended. "I'm not the virgin here."
Castiel just continued to smile. "But you're hands, they're shaking and you're heart rate is increasing, not to mention the fact that-"
"Okay, well maybe you're just a little intimidating," replied Dean. "It's not everyday that I sleep with an Angel." Castiel didn't reply as his shirt slipped off of his body and onto the floor beneath him. He knew that too much talking in such intimate encounters could be distracting.
With his shirt now gone, Dean finally got his first look at the Angel's skin. It was evenly tanned, smooth and, well, the only word that came to mind for Dean was perfect. Castiel was perfect. Not wanting to get caught staring, Dean leaned in once more pressing his forehead against Castiel's. Seconds later they kissed again, as Dean began running his hand down the length of the other man's spine, revelling when it caused Castiel to shudder.
Dean took a step back, slipping off his shirt and pulling off his tee. He moved back, smiling when Castiel's eyes went wide. "Beautiful," whispered the Angel in a tone that made Dean feel unworthy as his hand wiped across the Winchester's bare chest.
The hunter was taking things slow, he knew Castiel wasn't fragile but still a part of him couldn't help but be gentle with the other man. The Angel, no his Angel just looked so innocent as he stood there inches away; lips swollen, hair ruffled and eyes wanting more.
"I don't deserve you," whispered Dean, almost choking on the words, his forehead once again touching Castiel's. The moment had finally caught up with Dean as all sorts of emotions pulled at his heartstrings.
"I believe that's for me to decide," replied Castiel, breath warm on Dean's face. Dean didn't speak; instead he just continued to kiss the Angel. Before Castiel could register it, they were moving, as Dean edged him towards the bed. They stopped when Castiel's knees bumped into the mattress behind him. He just smirked as he looked down; somehow without him realizing it, Dean had already managed to remove Castiel's shoes and his own.
It was the first time Castiel had lain down on a bed; he ignored the way the low quality sheets felt against his skin. He paused when he noticed Dean still standing. The Angel frowned due to lack of contact and propped himself up on his elbows before reaching out towards Dean. His gesture was met by a hand on his chest.
"Relax," reassured Dean, guiding Castiel back down onto the bed. Seconds later the hand on Castiel's chest started to move south, over the Angel's stomach towards his belt. Joined by the second hand, it started to undo the buckle. Gently he eased the pants down Castiel's legs, smirking as the Angel could do nothing but stare. The smirk grew as Dean noticed the very plan and very ordinary white cotton boxers still covering Castiel. Holy tax accountant indeed. Dean didn't linger though as he reached out again, gripped the elastic and removed what he considered to be ugly underwear.
His own jeans were next, and Dean removed them and his boxers almost effortlessly. Dean moved around the side of the bed, reaching into the drawer beside it, he then slid down beside Castiel. They kissed again, something Dean could tell Castiel enjoyed and even though he hadn't been doing it long he had managed to become very good at it.
Patiently or as patiently as he could be, Dean held the embrace and the kiss for a while, before breaking apart. He then began to trail kisses across Castiel's jaw line and down his neck; stopping to bite and suck at the Angel's flesh. Once again Dean found himself trying not to laugh in the heat of the moment as he really enjoyed the array of sounds that hummed their way out of the Angel's mouth. Dean soon gave up trying to mark the Angel's neck with his teeth, thinking that it would just heal itself when they were finished. Instead he trailed a hand down the thin line of hair that ran from Castiel's chest to his pelvis.
Castiel groaned and rolled his hips into Dean as the other man's hand encircled his half hard erection. Steadily Dean worked his hand up and down Castiel's cock, whilst the Angel tried his best to control the desire to buck forward with every stroke. When Dean thumbed the tip, he was sure it was the closest he'd ever get to hearing Castiel swear. With his other hand, Dean reached over and grabbed the lubricant he'd placed on the pillow earlier. They were beyond words now, a kind of silent understanding. That or Castiel was reading Dean's thoughts as he knew the spread his legs apart for the hunter.
Still stroking Castiel, Dean used his spare hand to awkwardly yet skilfully uncap and squeeze some of the clear liquid onto himself. Castiel's breath hitched and he clenched his eyes as one finger entered him. Dean was relieved that the Angel didn't seem to be in any obvious pain, though he doubted whether anything he did would actually be able to hurt Castiel. A second finger and Castiel gripped the sheets beside him, his eyes still closed though they seemed to be relaxing under his eyelids.
The sound of the bottle cap popping caused Castiel to open his eyes once again as Dean removed his fingers. The Angel just watched, any trace of fear now gone. "Ready?" asked Dean lining himself up against the other man.
Castiel didn't speak; instead he just gave Dean one of his slow, thoughtful nods which let the hunter know how much he was trusted. Gradually, Dean pushed himself into Castiel. The small groan that escaped the Angel's lips caused Dean to pull out, reposition and slowly try again. A couple more thrusts and Dean began to pick up speed as he pushed against Castiel's prostrate. The first time he hit it, Castiel moaned telling Dean he'd found his mark.
Now in a steady rhythm; Dean was able to brush against Castiel's sweet spot with every thrust. As he did so it produced a brand new moan from the Angel's lips. Dean's spare hand, gripped Castiel's cock once more, and he began to pump the Angel in time with his thrusts. As expected Castiel didn't last long, blue eyes fixed on Dean as he came, a multitude of different languages; some familiar, some ancient escaped his lips. Dean's orgasm followed soon after, as he whispered several blasphemies before collapsing onto Castiel.
Both men lay still for a good minute or two, before Dean rolled off onto his side. His breath had returned to normal as he swung one arm underneath Castiel's neck and around his shoulder, pulling him closer.
"Dean?" asked Castiel, breaking the silence as he lay with his head on Dean's chest.
"Yeah?" grunted Dean, half asleep.
"I still not sure where flowers fit in," said Castiel.
"Cas...shut up," replied Dean before letting sleep draw him under.
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