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"Alright, Castiel. Thank you for coming in at such short notice. We'll need you for the next two weeks covering service and bussing til Andy's back, then after that til the end of term just covering service because I'll have my hands full raising money for camp, and, if you do okay, we might even have something for you over the summer." Missouri, held out an apron, a pair of latex gloves and a hair net which he took and put on. "I'll put you on desserts today."
She directed him to the end of a long line of covered metal trays, pointed out the array of utensils for dishing out the food and left him to it. He peered under one of the lids to find a large sponge cake then checked the other two trays which contained fruit salad and individual chocolate pudding cups. With nothing to do but wait, he prepared the cake slice and ladle ready for the cafeteria doors to open.
It wasn't long before there was a long queue of shuffling highschoolers and Cas had to restock the cake once and the pudding cups twice. It was nearing the end of the lunch period when He appeared.
He was tall with sandy brown hair and wearing a dark gray Henley—the sleeves pushed up to his elbows—and a full messenger bag slung across his broad chest. He was perusing the side dishes when Cas spotted him and thankfully he didn't have a spoonful of fruit salad in his hand because he certainly would have dropped it.
Suddenly, he raised his head and the shadows of his lashes across his perfectly smooth cheekbones highlighted the vivid green of his eyes. Cas stood, breathless, as their eyes met and a boyish grin broke over the young man's face.
"Hey, man, you're new." He said in a pleasant, vaguely Southern accent.
"I am." Cas just about managed to answer while horribly distracted by how plump his lips were. This kid had won the genetic lottery and Cas was ashamed to say it was really doing it for him.
"You'll probably be seeing a lot of me." He patted his flat stomach, nodding.
"So, what've you got under there?"
"Excuse me?" Cas breathed.
"Under the lids?" He laughed and Cas felt his face get hot.
"Oh, sponge cake, fruit salad and chocolate pudding cups."
"Aw, no pie?" The kid pouted. His lower lip slid out slightly and his eyes got round. He looked fucking adorable and Cas found himself feeling personally culpable for the lack of pie.
"My apologies. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Nah, don't worry, I'm just yanking your chain. Pie is on Thursdays." he grinned, helped himself to two pudding cups and with a wink, he moved along.
Cas watched him go and noticed that under his ratty jeans he was bow legged. Cas was royally screwed. First day and he's found himself very interested in someone. A very young someone. Fuck. "
~
Hey, buddy, can I get a few extra tots?" Dean asked with a wink. The server cocked his head and squinted.
"Do I know you?" he asked, his deep voice like high-grit sandpaper up the back of Dean's neck and he snorted at his' 'serious face' but the guy just raised a single eyebrow and stared him down. Dean was about to slink away with his tail between his legs when he noticed the tiniest of movement on one side of his plush lips and Dean grinned.
"See ya tomorrow!"
Husky McGrowlerson wasn't in the cafeteria today and Dean was a bit pissed about it.
Blue eyes was behind the serving trays again today and Dean thought about what he was gonna say. Yeah, it was skeevy to hit on someone while they were working but it's not like Dean was some old married guy harassing a teenage waitress, right? The guy was at least a decade older than him, for fucks sake. Just how he liked them, a bit jaded but generally fantastic in bed.
Before he knew it, Dean was eye to eye with the server.
"Hey, gorgeous. What we got today?" Dean flashed him a smile but the guy just rolled his eyes and pointed to the whiteboard with his tongs. "Dude, I know. It's always the same on a Tuesday. It's like a figure of speech or something…nevermind. Thanks."
Dean hung his head and shuffled to the next station to pick up a soda but when he chanced a look back, the guy was hungrily watching him go. Grinning to himself, Dean looked forward to tomorrow.
Dean spotted Him getting out of a beat up old pick-up that morning wearing an equally beat up old overcoat that made him look like a sexy Columbo.
Dean hummed to himself as he leant against his own car, thanking Serendipity herself that he'd left a text book in the trunk. On a whim, he wolf-whistled and the guy glanced over his shoulder once, then twice, in an amusing double take.
Dean dragged his gaze down, sweeping over those soft looking waves, broad shoulders, and down to thighs to die for. He bit his lip thinking about all the naughty things he would do for this man for just one raise of that emperious brow and a whispered command.
Dean took a few slow steps towards him and when he didn't walk off, he sped up, moving to his side and gesturing to suggest they go in together. The man nodded slowly, once, and began to walk.
"So, Thursday. Burger day." Dean started then cursed himself. Smooth, Dean.
"Yes."
"So, what's your name?" Dean asked. "Can't keep calling you Blue Eyes in my head, huh?"
"Castiel."
"Yeah? Wow, nice. Suits you…I'm Dean. If you wanted to know."
Castiel stopped and turned to face him. "What do you want, Dean?"
"To get to know you." Dean winked and Castiel huffed. "No, really. Yeah, you're hot as fuck but you seem pretty cool too."
"It's inappropriate." Castiel declared coldly and Dean bristled.
"Why?"
"You know why." Cas shot back.
"Uh…because you work here?"
Cas stopped and turned to look at Dean. With the scrutiny making him nervous, he licked his lips and was pleased to see Castiel's eyes dip down to watch. Dean stepped closer, right into his personal space, and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"I don't think there's anything to worry about if we keep things on the downlow…?" Dean practically purred and he felt Cas' full body shudder betraying his desire. "Think about it." he leaned away and winked before heading towards his next class and calling out.
"Catch you later, Cas."
~
Castiel shoved his coat into a locker and hid himself in the kitchen's staff bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, and groaned. God damn fucking jailbait. Okay, so not actually illegal but Dean was in highschool, for fuck sake. That distinction could easily get him fired.
It had been weeks and everyday they shared a few words, everyday Dean would flirt mercilessly and every day Cas would curse the universe for creating such a beautiful man so many years after himself.
"Hey, Cas!" Dean's cheerful greeting made him smile and he automatically added extra tater tots to the plate he held. "What's cookin'?"
"Burgers." Castiel replied dryly. He enjoyed fucking with Dean because he was adorable when he pouted and he wasn't disappointed when that plush lower lip stuck out.
Before he could do something unwise like grin stupidly at a highschooler, Cas handed Dean his plate loaded with a burger and the extra tots. He was rewarded with a smile that far surpassed the pout.
"Thanks, man. Say, what are—" He was interrupted by another kid jostling him from behind, causing half his food to scatter on the floor.
"Shit! Sorry, sorry, I'll get it." He fell to his knees and scooped up the fallen food. His face and neck was bright red and he muttered his goodbyes and tossed it in the trash.
Cas grabbed a to-go container, shovelled it full of the coveted potato goodness, murmured to his coworker that he'd be right back and scurried after Dean. He spotted his beat up messenger bag and caught up with him in the corridor outside the gym.
Cas tapped him on the arm with the styrene box and Dean spun round, surprised, but grinned when he saw who it was.
"Hey, Cas. What ya doin'?"
Cas, completely taken aback by the mega watt smile, simply shook the container at him and Dean took it. Upon opening it, he looked down at the chunks of potato so fondly that, for an insane moment, Cas was jealous of them. He needn't have been because when Dean looked back up at him he was treated to the same soft smile and crinkled eyes.
"Hey, Cas, uh—"
"Dean!" a shout from a petite redhead echoed down the now empty hallway. "Is practice on?"
"Yeah." Dean called over his shoulder. "See ya, Cas!"
Dean saluted and sauntered off to his next class, either having forgotten what he was going to say or deciding against it.
Dean didn't come to the cafeteria on Friday and Cas was a bit pissed about it.
He worked at college and in the highschool kitchen all week then on the weekends he did his assignments so every other Friday night was the one bit of fun he allowed himself.
The banners behind the bar declared half price cocktails in rainbow font so Cas took them up on the offer with a Purple Nurple…or two.
He sat at the bar sucking noisy air through the ice at the bottom of his third glass when he heard a deep voice beside him.
"Whiskey, neat, and a beer…make that a double and two beers."
Cas waited for the bartender to nod and go for the drinks before he spoke.
"Rough day?"
Dean turned to him, surprise briefly on that perfect face, then smirked.
"Not particularly. Just needed to blow off some steam." Dean said as he nodded his thanks for the drinks and slid into the stool next to Cas, eyeing the large empty cocktail glasses that lay on the bar. He slid his spare beer over to Cas. "Rough day?"
Castiel huffed and raised a brow at Dean. "Not particularly. Just needed to 'blow off some steam.'" He parroted back with finger quotes and a sardonic smile.
Dean pulled his plump bottom lip between his teeth before leaning close and Cas breathed in his oddly mature scent of engine oil and leather.
"You wanna release some of that pressure together?" Dean growled in his ear and Cas shivered.
Against his better instincts, he nodded and rose from his stool. Standing over Dean now, he looked down at his gorgeous face, his green eyes wide and dilated.
"You coming?" Cas asked and Dean nodded before throwing back his drinks.
"Lead the way."
Castiel rented a studio apartment not far from the bar and Dean apparently lived at home in the suburbs. Cas tried not to think about that as Dean grabbed him by the shirt the second they left the bar and dragged him into an alleyway.
"Damn, Cas." Dean's hands were on Cas' chest, his fingers spread wide over his muscled pecs and he squeezed appreciatively, dragging his thumbs roughly over his nipples. Cas grunted and dove into a sloppy, desperate kiss which Dean returned with interest.
"Dean, fuck, as much as…mmm…I'm enjoying this…" Cas tried to speak between nibbles to his neck, "...I really need to get you in a bed. Laid out so I can take my time." Cas finished, deciding there and then that if he was going to lose his job, he would make the most of it. Dean made a noise that suggested he was fully on board with the idea so with spine tingling kisses they dragged each other between store fronts and alleyways, finally making it back to the old, low, brick building that housed Castiel on its top floor.
Roles reversed, Dean was now pinned to the front door by Cas as he humped a knee between those bow legs and ground against the hard line of Dean's denim covered cock, eliciting a deep, dirty, moan.
"Bed. Now." Dean panted as he worked on the small buttons running down Cas' broad chest. They shed their clothes as they negotiated blindly across the small space until the backs of Dean's knees hit the side of the bed and he went down, closely followed by Cas mouthing at his neck, before yanking his tee shirt over his head.
"Fuck, yes, Cas…" Dean murmured at the attention his nipples were receiving from Cas' talented tongue. He kissed and licked his way over Dean's smooth stomach, roughly yanking his jeans down over his narrow hips, taking his boxer shorts with them, and releasing Dean's cock to slap obscenely against his navel.
"Christ, Dean. Gorgeous." Cas murmured as he nuzzled along the shaft, inhaling his musky scent from the base before rising quickly to take Dean's entire, frankly massive, length to the root, dragging a deep, satisfied moan out of him. Cas breathed deeply through his nose as he swallowed around the head before pulling off with a hard suck.
"Fuuuuck, Caaaaas…" Dean sighed, his hips thrust into empty air as Cas stroked creamy, freckled thighs considering what to do next. Just because Dean was a twinky little brat, didn't mean he would automatically bottom and Cas was happy either way. Dean made the decision for him by unashamedly spreading his legs and canting his hips up, lewdly baring his hole with a, somewhat dazed, smirk.
Cas groaned as he watched the tight muscle flex in anticipation then ran a dry finger over it, enjoying it clench. He quickly leaned over Dean, giving him a lingering kiss on the way, to reach into his nightstand. After a brief rummage, he found lube and a condom and moved back to kneel between Dean's legs.
Castiel lubed up his fingers, letting it warm in his hand for a moment as he dove over Dean's cock, sucking him down fully again and breaching him at the same time. Dean keened, threw his head back and thrust up desperately.
"Come on, Cas. Don't need much." Dean panted, "Prepped earlier…"
Damn, this kid was gonna kill him but it might just be worth it.
Cas pulled off and withdrew his finger. Dean groaned and reached out to grab Cas by the back of the neck and haul him up for a sloppy kiss.
Showing a hell of an aptitude for multitasking, Dean opened the condom and rolled it on without breaking the kiss. Once in place, he immediately reached down and wrapped his big hand around Cas' cock and directed him to his hole.
As their tongues entwined, and they moaned into each other's mouths, Cas' paused with the head of his cock resting against Dean's entrance, he didn't have to wait long before Dean hooked his ankles behind Cas' lower back and pulled him in hard. His cock sank balls deep into Dean's body like it was made for it.
Dean broke their kiss with a gasp and looked up into Cas' eyes. He scrutinised him briefly and must have found what he was looking for because he smiled, drew his bottom lip between his teeth, and tightening the grip he had around Cas' ass, he rolled his hips in a dirty grind, squeezing the life out of Castiel's dick.
"Fuck, Dean, fuck." Cas dropped his head down to whisper a litany of curses and praise into Dean's ear.
"So good for me, Dean, you're so tight, so goddamn perfect." Cas grunted as he pulled out slowly, and taking a shuddering breath, snapped his hips forward, driving Dean up the bed with the force of it.
"H-uh! Fuck, Cas. Just like that!" Dean clenched his teeth and braced himself on the headboard. "Go for it, I can take it. Fuck me like you mean it."
Cas drew out again, just to thrust back in hard and fast. Once he'd achieved the pace that Dean wanted, those bow legs unwrapped themselves and hung in the air aimlessly so Cas grabbed an ankle in each hand, shifting mid thrust for leverage and folded Dean in half.
"Ahhhh…ah…fu…fu…" Dean babbled, unable to complete words as Cas pounded him into the mattress. Every single uphill jog was worth it to see Dean, red faced, mouth open in ecstasy as Cas nailed his prostate over and over. His cock jumped madly against his belly, and precome dripped relentlessly out of the slit on its red, swollen, head.
"Shit, Dean…goddamn!" Cas was vaguely aware he wasn't making much sense but the words just kept coming. "Such a tight hole. Taking it like you were born for it. Fuck! Such a slut for my cock."
Dean moaned lowly and reached for his dick but Cas was quicker, knocking his hand away then sliding into the hilt just to stay there and growl in Dean's ear.
"Think you can come on my cock, Dean? You've been wanting this for weeks, you little cocktease." Cas rolled his hips and Dean nodded desperately.
Cas sped up, and put his weight behind it, fucking into that gloriously tight heat.
"Fuuuuuuu…" Dean wailed, holding on for dear life as his dick jerked through his orgasm, untouched. The familiar feeling of an impending climax tangled in Cas' belly, growing taut as Dean writhed below him.
Cas fucked him through it, waiting for him to relax before pulling out and jerking himself quickly.
"Come on me, Cas. Fuck, so hot…" Dean begged and pulled his knees up to his chest. The tangle snapped pleasurably into place and Cas groaned, coming hard, over Dean's balls and asshole while his dick jumped, valiantly interested.
Cas collapsed, managing to fall to the side, and panted. Jesus christ. He was exhausted.
Once his breathing had levelled out he looked over at Dean to find him watching him, a pleased smirk on his face.
"That was fucking mind blowing." Dean lazily mimed his head exploding and grinned.
"Agreed." Cas huffed out. Yeah, that was a workout he'd be feeling for days but, fuck, Dean was damn near glowing. His freckles were more obvious with a blush on his cheeks, his hair was a disaster and laying with one arm stretched above his head and the other under it, he was the epitome of satisfaction.
As soon as Cas made to get up, Dean stopped him and got up instead. He left the room briefly to wash up, stooping to pick up the discarded condom on the way, and returned with a glass of water that Cas accepted gratefully.
"Least I could do." Dean winked.
He stood and watched Cas for a moment then looked around the room to where various items of clothing lay but without making a move to retrieve them. He eyed the door, the bed, his pants, the door again before lingering on the bed.
Cas sighed internally, fuck it.
"Dean?" Cas asked softly, raising his hand to Dean, "Stay?"
Dean cast a final look at the door, stepped forward to take Cas' hand then allowed himself to be pulled into his arms.
~
When Dean woke up, Cas' strong arms encircled his torso, his nose was buried in Dean's neck and his thick thigh was thrown over his hip. Dean could feel the long hard length of Cas' morning wood between his naked ass cheeks and he pressed back a little, just to feel it against his hole, then wiggling for good measure.
Cas groaned in his sleep and rolled his hips, then snuffled adorably into Dean's shoulder.
"'Morning, Dean." He rumbled and squeezed him tighter. His large hand lay across Dean's breast bone and he gasped when Cas ran a thumb over his nipple.
"Mmm, morning, Cas." Dean hummed as Cas peppered kisses along his neck and dragged his large hand down his side, over his hip and back round to his crack. He gingerly dipped his thumb into Dean's fucked out hole, pressing in deep as he sucked a mark into his neck. Dean shivered at the possessiveness of it and reached round to aim the head of Cas' dick at his entrance.
"Mmm, no, Dean…fuck. Condom." Cas groaned sadly.
Dean cursed. He knew he was STD free but he would be an idiot to trust a near stranger even more than he had already.
"Uh, Dean..? I have my negative panel on my phone…" Cas told him earnestly, even as he reached towards his nightstand for a condom.
"Me too." Dean replied, slowly. "It's in my jeans."
Cas diverted his reach to his own jeans on the floor to grab his phone and Dean did the same. They only seperated for a couple of seconds but soon drew back together like magnets, Cas' cock nestled neatly between Dean's cheeks and his chest as flush to his back as negotiating his phone would allow.
Results shared, they spared a brief moment to study the other's face, smiling stupidly before kissing sloppily. They assumed the position they woke up in, with Dean being held tightly making him feel safe and wanted.
Cas kissed him tenderly on the shoulder then rolled his hips back to line up his cock. Dean assisted by canting up at the same time and the gloriously wet head slicked its own way into Dean's hole. Both men groaned deeply, the vibrations of Cas' low voice shook through Dean's back and lit up in his chest.
Cas' hand drifted lower and wrapped around Dean's shaft, pumping once from root to tip then squeezing the base to pull Dean further on to his cock. He held him in place as he rocked relentlessly into Dean, rubbing slow strokes against his prostate.
With the, vaguely kinky, intimacy and the direct, constant, pressure on his g-spot, Dean was close already. He could feel the warmth in his groin grow, tumbling over itself as it got bigger, swirling around the base of his spine and balancing on a precipice.
"Shit, Cas, so close. So good." Dean moaned, then cried out when Cas gently bit his neck and lathed his tongue over it. "Don'tstopdon'tstoprightthere."
Cas aimed perfectly and sped up, humping against Dean's ass, still holding him in place by his dick. The squeeze of his hand around the base held Dean's orgasm in check, helping it build slower while still grinding dirtily.
"Fuck, Dean…so damn good, fucking into your loose hole…ngh.. feeling the hot walls around my fat cock." Cas murmured into Dean's ear, sending the hair on the back of his neck upright and goose flesh across his whole body. "Yeah, baby, gorgeous all flushed and desperate for me."
"Caaaas!" Dean cried out and turned his head for a kiss. Cas obliged with his whole tongue spearing into Dean's mouth, simultaneously rutting upwards.
"Close Dean, can I come in you?" Cas panted and Dean nodded fervently.
"Yeah, come in my ass, then fuck it out of me. God damn Cas, so hot, do it. Come."
Cas immediately groaned deeply and let go of Dean's cock, fucking into him rapidly before going in deep and rubbing against Dean's prostate where he stilled and came with a grunt. Dean could feel the hot mess of come pumped into him, the roiling heat in his belly crested, and he climaxed hard. Cas slowly thrust in and out, clearly savouring the sensitivity and the feel of his sloppy spend dripping out of Dean's puffy hole.
Instead of pulling out, he held Dean close to his chest and nosed at the damp hair on the back of his head.
Their soft little bubble popped when Cas' alarm went off and he rolled over to silence it.
"Why do you have an alarm set for the ass crack of dawn on a Saturday?" Dean groaned into the pillow.
"Apologies. I forgot I'm going out of town."
Dean's head shot up then sheepishly dipped down, as he tried to adopt a more casual, less desperate, expression.
"So…uh…how long for?"
"Just the weekend. I have an assignment about colonisation and its modern effects. I've arranged to visit and interview someone on the Shawnee reservation east of here." Cas yawned through his explanation but 'assignment' came through loud and clear.
"Assignment?"
"Yeah. I go to KU for my PhD." Cas clarified then looked away. Afterwards, once they'd dressed and parted ways, Dean realised that was the last time Cas had met his eyes.
~
On Monday, Cas was running late, having gotten back past midnight the night before, and skidded into the kitchen just as it opened.
"I'm sorry, let me just…" he pointed to the hand-wash station and his supervisor, Missouri, waved him on with an eyeroll.
Cas didn't have time for butterflies as he spotted Dean approaching, he'd actually missed him over the weekend but their conversation on Saturday morning reminded him why he had to forget about him and everything that had happened. Cas was in college and Dean was in highschool. There was more than a decade between them and he couldn't believe how stupid he'd been, potentially throwing away his education and career for broad shoulders, green eyes and freckles. He stole a glance at Dean to find him looking right back but, like a coward, he dropped his gaze to the food in front of him and didn't look up again until the line was empty.
With a heavy feeling in his chest, he finished up his shift and escaped to the relative quiet of the staffroom that was more of a cupboard with two lockers and a bench. He sat with his head in his hands until all the kitchen staff had gone and a knock made him raise his head.
Dean stood in the doorway, his arms crossed and a face of thunder.
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean practically spat. "If you're gonna ghost, you probably shouldn't fuck someone from where you work, dumbass."
"Dean! Shhhhhh! Keep your voice down!" Cas hissed back, dragging Dean into the small space and closing the door behind him. "I can't do this."
Dean laughed mirthlessly. "Wow. Ashamed of me now, huh? I was pretty enough for a fuck but the genius with prospects doesn't want a broke dumbass? Is that it? Story of my fucking life."
"What? No, I—" Cas tried but Dean wasn't finished.
"You know what? I think I've done okay. It's not exactly my fault that mom died and dad was too wasted to notice I was still around." Dean whisper yelled, gesticulating wildly. "That we moved around so much that school wasn't exactly a priority. That when dad died I had to take care of a twelve year old full time instead of most of the time up til then!" Dean was pacing now, ranting to himself and dumping a lot of context in one go.
"De—" Cas tried again, unheard, wide eyes following Dean from one side of the tiny room to the other.
"Christ, then CPS found out about Sammy and took him into 'care'", he made violent air quotes around that, "It was all I could do to get up in the morning but I got him back damn it! I—" Dean swiped at his face, wiping the single tear that had escaped and took a shuddering breath. "Shit, I thought you might be different but—I'm—, I didn't mean…you don't ca—" He stopped abruptly, his sentences going unfinished. His demeanour shifted to something guarded, a lot less angry, a lot colder and he scoffed. "Whatever."
Dean yanked open the door and, in a heartbeat, was gone.
Cas wasn't sure how long he stared at the empty doorway, with his mouth still hanging open, waiting for his brain to reengage but the phone alarm for his lecture sounded so he had to go.
Graduation came and went but Dean didn't get lunch from the cafeteria again.
Besides the dusty treadmill standing in the corner, Cas' childhood bedroom hadn't changed much since he moved out over ten years ago. He supposed it was the result of his parents having too many rooms in their ridiculous house.
Some of his more risqué posters had been taken down but his old matching furniture was still there complete with the stickers and doodles they'd accumulated over the eighteen years he'd lived there full time.
Through his open door he could see Anna's closed one, still adorned with a personalised vanity plate from the Grand Canyon, various pictures of celebrities and a few sketches. He was admiring one of a weird aztec horned head thing when the door opened and Anna herself appeared.
She took one look at him and sighed.
"Castiel. You've been here three days and mom says you've said as many words. What's going on?" Anna asked as she perched on the end of his bed. "Is it the job Missouri lined up for you for the break?"
Cas ignored her at first so she pinched his big toe and twisted it painfully.
"I'll let go when you start talking." Anna warned, twisting harder.
"Anna! Fucksake. Fine!" Cas relented. "Nothing to do with my job, I could do it in my sleep but… I met someone and I fucked it up."
Anna rolled a hand inviting him to continue.
"I wasn't amenable at first, despite him being the most beautiful person I've ever seen, but we hit it off, we hooked up and, fuck, Anna, I'm an idiot." Cas covered his face with his hands and she rubbed his back until he slumped against her in an awkward hug.
"Hey, I'm sure it's not that bad." Anna soothed him but he shook his head.
"I met him at work."
"Okay, it's not ideal dating a coworker but it happens." She shrugged.
"Not a coworker." Cas mumbled, as if it wasn't real if Anna didn't hear him say it.
"A student!?" Anna nearly shrieked and Cas shushed her. "Damn it, Cas! What is wrong with you? Which grade?" She looked him in the eye. "I mean, how young are we talking here, Cas?"
"Jesus, Anna, he must be a senior. He kept flirting with me and we ran into each other outside of school. I'd had a drink or two, okay, four and one thing led to another."
"Okay, so he's legal in Kansas at least." Anna told him and Cas rolled his eyes.
"I know that but he's still too young for me." Cas lamented and Anna frowned. "I'm nearly forty, for fucks sake!"
"Come on, Cassie, don't catastrophize. Thirty two is not 'nearly forty'." And she did a frankly terrible impression of Castiel's 'full body eye roll'.
"Cas, there must have been something that you like so much that you're acting like a kicked dog. It has to be more than just his tight butt or whatever."
That startled a laugh out of Cas and he hugged her properly.
"Well, at first it was his looks, I can't deny that but he's tall and broad. He's got a pretty face but his jaw is so defined and just, so masculine when he gets annoyed and clenches his teeth.
"He's confident, well, cocky anyway. He's obviously stressed but doesn't lash out. He's seen more movies than Gabe and read more books than dad.
"He's got a little brother that he dotes on. I thought they were just close like us but he's been like a father to that kid when he's still a kid himself.
"His parents are long gone and despite that he has an optimism and…and…" Cas cast about for the appropriate word, "...a righteousness that glows. He's funny too, one time he did this thing with…" he trailed off when he noticed Anna staring at him with giant doe eyes, a soft smile, and her hands clasped to her chest.
"Caaaass, are you kidding me?! You're in lurrrve!" Anna teased but her eyes betrayed her genuine happiness. "You think you fucked up but we can fix this. What's his number?"
"I don't have it." Cas said meekly and Anna huffed. "We kept meeting by accident and I thought I'd always see him at school but then I freaked out about age differences and legalities and morality and all that dumb shit and now I don't know how to talk to him. He could have left for college! He could be anywhere!" Cas threw himself to his bed like a Disney princess.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Anna said, poking him in the ribs, before she disappeared into her room for a moment and reappeared carrying her laptop.
"What's his name?" Anna asked.
"Dean."
"Okay, Dean what?" Anna prodded.
"I'm not actually sure." Cas admitted and Anna whacked him in the arm. "Ow! I'm a weird pervert, okay!?"
"Jesus, Cas. Besides all that poetic crap, what else do you know? Specifics?"
Castiel thought back to their limited interactions in the cafeteria queue, brief chats when Dean was somehow at his car at the same time Cas was arriving for his shift…
"Cas? Hellooo?" Anna snapped her fingers at him. "You zoned out with a dopey look on your face."
"His brother's name is Sam, who has two foster sisters, Charlie and Jo—it's complicated—and he was born in Kansas but doesn't consider himself from there." Cas told her, ignoring the call out completely.
She tapped for a while, frowning deeply, before she smacked herself in the forehead.
"What? What did you find? Is it bad? A powerful lady with a great rack or a bear with crystal blue eyes and a sexy accent swept him off his feet and now he's married?" Cas guessed and Anna levelled a Look at him. The look of a little sister tired of her big brother's shit.
"No. Have you even considered checking his yearbook?"
"No! It never occured to me. Isn't that stalking or something?"
"Nah, light research is normal. When dating these days, it's definitely a good idea to do a basic background check, old man." Anna explained and, sadly, Castiel understood the necessity.
Anna scanned the website briefly then whistled.
"Dayum, Principle Braeden is hot as fuck!"
"I guess? I wouldn't know." Cas replied archly. "Could you focus please?"
"Yeah, yeah, sorry." She tapped around some more then huffed. "Class of this year?" She asked and Cas nodded. "You're sure?"
"Yes?"
"Cas. He was definitely a senior, right?" She looked at him worriedly and Cas began to panic. He grabbed the computer off her lap and began to flick through the pages, looking for a photo. Maybe his name was Daniel but he went by Dean or something.
Click click click cl—then he spotted him. It wasn't a classic yearbook picture but three rows of students gathered behind a large trophy. A banner above them read 'Kansas Youth Dodgeball Championships' and there was Dean, wearing red shorts, a white shirt and sweatbands like the others.
"That's him!" Cas passed the laptop back and Anna gave the picture a once or twice over, appreciatively.
"Ooft, good work, bro."
"Shut up."
Cas watched Anna's face as she scanned the page, pausing here and there to reread. Suddenly, she froze, her face went carefully blank then she closed her eyes and pulled her lips between her teeth.
"Anna? Are you…" Cas was interrupted by a loud snort and Anna's hand flew to cover her mouth. Her whole body shook as she laughed and Cas grabbed the laptop again.
"What!?" Cas asked again but Anna, in the throws of humour, could only point and Cas read aloud.
"Pictured overleaf: Another championship win for Lawrence High's dodgeball team, The Hunters, and their coach, our very own gym teacher, Dean Winchester.
"Teacher." Cas said flatly and Anna nodded.
"Teacher?" Cas said shrilly and Anna nodded again. "But he queued up for cafeteria food! And dresses like a lumberjack! Anna, this isn't funny! Look at him!"
She stopped laughing long enough to take a looong look at Dean again.
"Okay, I can understand the confusion. He's very…smooth and pretty. Sort of perfect to be honest, like he has a golden ratio of a hundred…" Anna murmured to herself as she examined the photo and Cas closed the laptop firmly.
"Thank you, I'm only half an idiot, then."
"No, no, Cas. You're definitely a full idiot." Anna declared lightly and Cas flopped over, burying his head in his pillows, and groaning incoherently.
Anna patted him on the back half heartedly and occasionally huffed out a giggle.
Shit! No, she wouldn't?
He shot upright.
"Don't tell Gabriel!" Cas yelled and Anna looked guiltily at her phone in her free hand, pressed one button quickly then put it face down on the bed where it almost immediately beeped. "Anna!"
"Sorry, not sorry!"
~
"Dean! Where's my-" Sam shouted from somewhere in their tiny apartment and Dean paused to listen for half a second. "Nevermind, found it!" He shook his head and went back to chopping.
Footsteps that got heavier by the day sounded outside the kitchen closely followed by his 'baby' brother appearing to fill the doorway.
"Hey, Dean. Good to see you out of bed." Sam snarked and Dean resisted the urge to throw the knife at him.
"Yeah, well, someone's gotta earn the money around here." Dean shot back but instantly regretted it. Without looking he knew that Sam's eyebrows were contorting and his eyes were getting really big and shiny. He didn't have to be psychic to know Sam had his guilty face on and was about to do something stupid like apologise.
"Shit, Sammy. You know I didn't mean it like that. I'm just tired." Dean rolled the top on the brown paper bag and held it out as he turned round. "Here. Now hurry up or you'll be late. Unpaid interns are easy to fire, y'know."
Sam smiled gratefully and grabbed his bag before running out the door with a quick 'see ya'.
The moment the door closed, Dean—leaving everything on the counter—dragged himself back to bed. He didn't start his summer job until tomorrow so he was gonna indulge himself by pathetically jerking off to spaghetti westerns and trying not to think about…stuff.
~
Driving under the rustic wooden sign, Cas rolled his eyes for the hundredth time.
'Camp Chitaqua'
Not only a meaningless bastardisation of an Iroquois word but using it in Shawnee territory was just typical of the waspy suburbianites that opened the place. Cas shook himself. Not the point, Cas. You're here for the paycheck. With a final glare at the sign in his wing mirror, Castiel coaxed his old truck into the camp and pulled around the back of the kitchen building as instructed.
Missouri greeted Cas as warmly as she always did but soon frowned.
"What's wrong, Castiel?"
"Nothing, I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm actually fine. Unlike you, now spill." Missouri scolded him and crossed her arms.
"Please, Missouri, I don't want to talk about it. Can you just point me to the food and I'll dole it out to the campers."
"Well, technically they aren't campers, seeing as they go home every night…but, anyway, you can go on desserts first. Apple pie and pudding cups."
"Apple pie. Perfect." Cas muttered to himself, washing his hands and donning his food safety paraphernalia. He took a deep breath and stood behind his trays.
~
Dean got up early enough to cook a proper breakfast for himself and Sam, and make them both packed lunches. It was his first day at his summer side hustle, or whatever Sam called it, and he didn't know what the food situation might be.
Getting dressed in his usual plaid and denim combo, he thanked his lucky stars that he didn't have to pack those damn shorts and stuffed a pair of sweatpants in his bag. Whoever decided that tailored polyester was a good idea for gym wear needed to be on the receiving end of his entire team's dodge balls.
Dean magnanimously dropped Sam off at work before making his way to his own fresh hell.
He pulled into the vaguely run down parking lot through the delivery entrance and chose a spot as far away from any trees as possible. All this nature could really do a number on Baby's paint job.
Dean rummaged around blindly behind the seat to grab his bag then pulled out his lunch bag. There was bacon in there that he'd been thinking about since Sam had left it on his plate that morning.
Which wasn't there. What was in there was a salad. Shit. He looked under the seats, in the trunk, even up-ended his bag but no brown paper bag containing a decent lunch was to be found. His phone pinged and he unlocked it to find, from Sam, a photo of a delicious looking subway sandwich. Goddamn it! He hoped there was, at least, a vending machine in this ass end of nowhere.
With his mood soured even more, Dean stomped into the reception to meet his boss for the summer. At least he was apparently an old friend of his dad, although, knowing John, that might not be a stellar endorsement.
By eleven, Dean was in hell leading a group of thirty elementary school kids in a game of tee-ball. After the third near miss of a junk level bat, Dean herded them inside for a few cool down rounds of Duck, duck, goose.
The grounds they were on had one of those cool old gongs. The circle kind from westerns where you slammed a hammer around the inside to make a noise and Dean was inordinately pleased to find out it was actually used to call the kids into the lunch that was provided for them. Which meant catering of some kind. Dean was very fond of catering.
Dean considered himself the king of repression (hell, he'd stuffed himself in the closet until he was twenty three) so it was easy to sit on the Cas shaped box in his head to keep it closed as he thought about what leftovers they might have in the cafeteria.
~
Castiel stared at the slices of pie on the tray in front of him until the first of the kids arrived in line and shuffled through. He doled out the pudding and pie until the queue started to dry up and Missouri's voice suddenly rang out louder than the lunch bell, startling him out of his pie thoughts.
"Dean! Good to see ya!" She declared fondly.
"Hey, Missouri, long time no see, didn't know you got this gig too!" Dean replied cheerfully and Castiel watched him with his mouth open. "Mind if I scrounge some leftovers? Sam got my lunch." Dean rolled his eyes, swinging his head to the side dramatically, then froze when he made eye contact with Cas. His whole demeanor changed in a heartbeat, as he straightened up and his face closed off.
"Actually, Missouri. Nevermind, I'm not hungry."
Missouri started to laugh, presumably because she thought he was joking, but stopped abruptly when he actually abandoned his tray and left the cafeteria.
"Well, I never. I've never seen that boy turn down a meal." She shook her head and the pit in Castiel's stomach that had reopened upon hearing Dean's wonderful voice, grew bigger and deeper.
~
Dean felt like an idiot. He was completely blindsided and forgot every single scathing remark he'd thought of during the arguments he'd had with Castiel in his head since he last saw him. Some of them were really fucking clever too!
He grumped his way between chattering kids sat at long folding tables, bitched through the corridor, snarled at the vending machine when he emptied it of all it's crap, and sought refuge in the weird cubby slash closet that pretended to be a staff room.
Bobby had assured him that it was always empty as most people who worked there weren't 'miserable assholes that actively disliked the outdoors' as much as Dean did.
Slamming the door behind him, he slumped down on the dusty sofa and tore into his candy haul. Littered with wrappers, he set his phone alarm for his next session and put his feet up on the rickety coffee table. Barely sleeping, rising early, and more sugar than a kid in the suburbs on Halloween, had Dean crashing hard and he nodded off.
~
The last of the kids filed through and Cas loaded up their plates with pudding and pie. He kept a couple of slices aside—along with two portions of the main meal with extra tots—as Missouri had told him he was welcome to help himself as long as all the children had been fed.
"Missouri? Is there a staff room or something?" Cas asked with three styrene containers tucked under his arm.
"Sure, honey. Most folks use the benches out front, or you can use the seat in the office or there's a dusty old rec room in building four, the door at the back looks like a broom closet but actually has a little kitchen and a sofa, that kind of thing."
"Thanks. I'll see you after I've eaten to clear up, okay?"
"Of course. I'll be having a working lunch back there so you just take your time." she gestured over her shoulder to the tiny office space at the back of the kitchen, and winked.
Cas figured that despite Dean's profession, he was definitely more of an indoor cat so he followed Missouri's directions to find the staff room with no problems.
Cas took a deep breath and slipped into the cozy room. There was a pile of junk food wrappers next to the dozing form on the sofa and Cas assumed Dean had raided the vending machine for a pitiful lunch of candy before crashing. He resisted the urge to run his fingers through Dean's hair and placed the food containers down on the coffee table in front of him. Cas opened the pie, waving it under Dean's nose like smelling salts and he sniffed adorably in his sleep.
"Dean?"
"Mmm…Caaass…" Dean murmured back and Cas leaned closer. "Yeah…right there…" Dean continued and Cas' moved back, realising that Dean was still asleep and, apparently, dreaming…about him.
"Dean?" Cas said again, louder.
"Yeah, babe?" Dean smiled, eyes still closed, his hips now moving subtly.
Babe?
Hope bloomed in Cas' chest that he hadn't fucked up irreparably, that maybe after he'd apologised and explained, maybe, they could have something. Before that could happen, though, he had to nip this accidental voyeurism in the bud.
"Dean!" Cas said sharply and Dean awoke, his arms uncrossing, feet automatically finding the floor and unreasonably poised for someone who was rudely awakened in the middle of a wet dream. (If Cas wasn't so distracted by Dean's tousled hair, a tight gym shirt and burgeoning 'morning wood', he might have considered how tragic that reaction was.)
"Cas!"
"Hello, Dean."
"'Hello, Dean?!' Really?" Dean snapped, "Are you kidding me?"
"Dean, I—" Cas started but Dean cut him off.
"No, Castiel. I don't want to hear it. I can't—" Dean was mortified to hear his voice crack and he cleared his throat, determined to communicate for once in his damn life even if it was dangerously close to chick flick territory. "I've been beating myself up for weeks trying to figure out what's wrong with me but, fuck you, buddy, there's nothing wrong with me. You're the asshole."
With a weight lifted off his chest, but still not bearing to look Cas in his massive blue eyes, Dean grabbed his bag and moved toward the door.
"You're right." A small, sad, sound from Cas stopped him in his tracks.
"What?"
"You're right. There's nothing wrong with you. You're…perfect." Cas stared at him, unwavering devotion in his eyes and Dean had no idea what to do with that. "I made a mistake." Cas continued, and Dean let him go on. "I tried to distance myself from you from the beginning but our talks became the highlight of my day. Of my life to be honest.
"I've spent most of that life obeying the rules mindlessly and you were off limits." Cas shrugged and looked away.
"Off limits?"
"I'm ashamed to say…I…uh, thought you were a student." Cas mumbled, still looking anywhere but at Dean.
"Excuse me?"
"Dammit, Dean, I thought you were a student!"
"Didn't stop you from fucking me though, did it?" Dean snorted incredulously.
"That's unfair, Dean. You pursued me." Cas almost spat, jabbing a finger towards Dean then himself. "Remember?"
"For fucks sake, Cas! I'm twenty six years old! I haven't been carded in years! How could you possibly—"
Cas held up his fist and extended his forefinger (Dean may or may not have admired the long, slender digit for a second or two).
"One; you are the only teacher to eat the shitty cafeteria food." He raised his (goddamn distracting) middle finger, "Two; you dress like a teenager." Another finger went up and, completely missing the dig at his clothes, Dean licked his lips. "Three; you have the complexion and bone structure of a…a deity!"
Dean knew that Cas had finished speaking, but he was much more interested in the fact he had taken a step closer with each point and now stood chest to chest with his fingers hovering somewhere near Dean's mouth. Cas seemed to realise this and only hesitated a moment before lowering his hand.
Dean also knew he'd forgiven Cas the moment he'd come to find him with food. What can he say, he's a sucker for nerdy men with blue eyes and long fingers bearing pie.
"Deity, huh?" Dean smirked, leaning closer and Cas rolled his eyes.
"That's what you got from that?! I'm apologising, you assbutt!"
"I know, babe, you're just kinda insanely hot when you're all smitey." Dean murmured.
"Huh?"
"Eloquent, Cas." Dean huffed softly.
"Babe? You said 'babe'." Cas stuttered. "And hot. You definitely said hot."
"You caught that, did you? Y'know, I thought you ghosted me because you're too smart and now that I know better, how's about we give it another shot, huh?"
"You know better about why I 'ghosted' you or about how smart I am?" Cas asked, his head tilted like the adorable idiot he was.
"Both. Both is good." Dean tilted his head the other way and pressed his lips to Cas'. The enthusiastic response was instantaneous as Cas' hands flew to Dean's shoulder blades, pulling him closer to press their bodies together. He could feel the hard pressure of Cas' cock against his own and he rolled his hips, they let out groans muffled against each other's mouths.
"Fuck, Cas! Missed you. Hated you…" Dean whined and Cas stopped.
"I'm so sorry, Dean, I shouldn't have acted that way. I missed you so much too. I only found out my mistake because I tried to find you."
"I shouldn't have run away. I could have asked Missouri but I thought you didn't want me to."
Cas thunked his forehead against Dean's chest, when he looked up again his eyes shone with determination and his jaw was set.
"I'll spend as long as you'll have me, making it up to you." Cas declared and Dean laughed.
"You don—"
"Starting with this…" Cas pushed him back towards the sofa until he was forced to sit down and stood above him for a moment with a tender hand on his cheek then he dropped to knees and ran his hands up the inside of Dean's spread thighs.
"Alright, I guess you can make it up to me…"
Cas made quick work of untying Dean's sweatpants and yanking them down over his ass with his underwear, exposing his cock. He leaned in and nuzzled the base, pressing wet kisses up the shaft before suckling on the head. Dean watched those gorgeous pink lips close around his cock and his hips twitched upwards. Cas took the hint and swallowed Dean right down to the root eliciting a loud, dirty moan.
Cas raised his hand and shoved two fingers in Dean's mouth, pressing lightly on his tongue to keep him quiet. Dean closed his eyes, savouring the full feeling, and swirled his tongue between the fingers, mapping the whorls and ridges.
Cas sank further, holding the head of Dean's straining dick in his throat and groaning as Dean sucked hard on his fingers.
Dean's hips jerked up and he pulled gently on the soft curls under his hands, warning Cas that he was gonna come. Cas stayed where he was and squeezed Dean's thigh, giving him permission to let go.
Dean came hard down his throat, as Cas sucked him through it.
"Fuuuuuuck, Cassss…"
He pushed him off when he got too sensitive and Cas grinned at him, before resting his head on Dean's thigh, and looking back at him smugly.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get cocky, Cas. If this is how you make it up to me, I'm happy to let you keep trying…"
Dean gazed down at him and ran a hand through Cas' soft hair. He must have been looking at him with naked affection because the brief fear left Cas' eyes and got replaced with a teasing sparkle.
"Hey, Dean…?"
"Mmm?"
"What were you dreaming about?"