Sam wanted to be alone for a while, so he dropped Dean back at the motel and drove off, disappearing round the first corner. Dean knew his younger brother wouldn't be back till the early hours of morning. Dean couldn't say he blamed him, it'd been a shitty week and he was just glad that they could put this case behind them and move on.
"Dean," said a voice from out of the corner of his eye.
Strangely enough the elder Winchester wasn't even startled by Castiel's unexpected appearance in his motel room. "Cas," grunted Dean as he walked, towards his bed, dropping his bag onto it. "Long time no see."
"I've been busy," replied Castiel, eyes dropping to the floor momentarily before he made his way towards Dean. "I missed you."
The kiss was initiated by Dean, just like the first one they'd shared several weeks ago when the pair had finally managed to get through the awkward stage of their relationship. Sleeping together had been another hurdle, seeing as how Dean had to think of elaborate stories as to why he and Sam required two rooms.
Dragging Castiel onto the bed with him, Dean threw his duffle bag onto the floor, unintentionally spilling its contents. "What is that?" asked Castiel as they parted, so Dean could catch his breath.
The hunter turned his head, eyes falling onto the object in question. "It's a headband," answered Dean, between pants.
"What does it do?" asked Castiel, picking up the red band.
"Basically, people wear them on their heads when they play sport to keep the sweat off their face," replied Dean, slipping the trench coat off Castiel's shoulders. He paused, noticing the perplexed look on the Angel's face. "Here," groaned Dean, grabbing the band from Castiel, and placing it on his head. "See." He left it there for a few seconds till he thought Cas had got the basic meaning of it. A hand stopped him however as Dean went to remove it.
"Leave it," said Castiel, hand running through Dean's hair and over the headband.
A smile crept onto Dean's lips, as he removed Castiel's tie. "Cas," he smirked. "I didn't figure you for the type to have a uniform kink."
"Kink," repeated the Angel, with a look of confusion in his eyes.
"Never mind," said Dean as he captured Castiel's mouth with his again.
They didn't speak for some time as the pair re-explored each other's body after what had felt like forever.
When Dean finally came, he whispered Castiel's name, and held his position for a few seconds before collapsing as gently as possible into the Angel's arms. A minute or so went by before the pair rolled onto their sides, facing each other. Castiel's hand stretched out and wiped across Dean's brow. "It worked," said the Angel.
"What?" mumbled Dean.
"The band," replied Castiel. "There is no sweat on your face."
Dean grinned, resisting the urge to mock Castiel's innocence. "And to think I was going to throw it out tomorrow, along with the rest of the uniform."
"There's more?" asked Castiel, a look of excitement washing over him.
"Yeah," said Dean. "Then there's the whistle."
Castiel furrowed his brow. "What is a whistle?"
"Dude, are you kidding me?" laughed Dean, stopping only when he noticed the look on Castiel's face hadn't changed. "Stay here," ordered the hunter as he picked up the duffle bag and headed into the bathroom.
Command
Castiel learned quickly with each time he made Dean wear the uniform. Truman high school probably didn't even notice its absence. Everyday Castiel found himself anticipating each new encounter with Dean. The whistle soon became the favourite instrument in their time together. Dean didn't mind wearing the uniform or in most cases part of the uniform: usually the headband, whistle and socks. As long as he was getting some, Dean didn't care.
A whistle was something new to Castiel; the first time he heard its sound he frowned, till Dean explained its purpose. If Sam was gone, or if they had two rooms, and if Castiel wasn't busy defending a seal he would appear. These days Dean stuck to wearing the whistle around his neck, even whilst on hunts. It was well hidden under the layers of clothing and Sam never once caught onto its presence.
Dean soon realized Castiel's kink went beyond the uniform itself, he learned that the Angel enjoyed following Dean's orders. One night he even went as far as to explain it to Dean but the hunter had long forgotten only remembering that it had something to do with the vessel and the guy's memories.
They soon had a routine, when Castiel appeared, intent in his eyes, Dean would grab the whistle. One short blow would silence the Angel, after all Dean was never one for small talk. Two short blows and they would strip. Three short and Castiel would get on his knees. One short followed by one long was missionary, something which soon became the Angel's favourite. The process became a little more complicated when Dean had to try and explain other positions to Castiel such as; cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and the lotus, which was given up after one failed attempt. With each position came a unique series of whistles. Every sound vibrated throughout the Angel's ears, symbolizing a new command.
Their time together was always limited due to either the apocalypse or if they only had one motel room; the fact that Sam would be back any minute. Some nights though, Castiel would stay, his head on his charges chest, listening to the beat of Dean's heart, until new orders forced him to leave.
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