You Can't Save Everyone, My Friend.

It took them most of the afternoon to clean up the place, Dean having allowed Sam to borrow his apartment for the party so his parents wouldn't say anything to a little drinking. Dean didn't mind allowing it to happen, just wanted them all safe at the end of it all. As every kid walked in Dean took their keys from all their beat up used cars, and insisted the music stay at a respectful volume so the cops didn't show up. Though Dean didn't exactly know why he expected a rowdy party with his brothers nerdy friends who were content in a Super Smash Brother tournament, and five large pizzas. 

He huffed his way into a slight fit while moving into the kitchen to pour himself a drink of whiskey wondering why he had such a boring brother. 

"Can I try that?" a deeper voice than he expected called from the door way, and he turned to see the boy he had spoke to earlier. Wanting to see the blush mark his skin one again. 

"Yeah--" Dean answered pouring him one but placing it next to him on the counter in obvious ploy for the male to have to walk in his space. "Well..." he teased, eyes heated in his exchange that filtered to a roll of blue eyes that Dean unfortunately followed in mild admiration. "Castiel right?" 

The boy nodded, moving slowly into the space to fill his solid form closer to Dean's. It dried his mouth a bit. 

"People close to me, call me Cas," the younger kid said a hair from his face, a sudden lack of shyness he held earlier made Dean wonder if he had spoken to a different kid off the street.

"Cas...yeah ok. I like that," Dean said sliding the glass to reach his fingers, watching the tumbler touch his pink lips and followed the slide of amber past them to force a rise and fall of his adam apple. Dean's dick twitched in interest, and he mildly scolded himself. 

"Much better than the light beer you bought your brother," Cas said, reaching over to pour another glass for them both. Dean watched with his backside pressed along the counter, arms folded over his chest to show off a slight tightening of his shirt and muscles that laid beneath. 

"You are lucky I am in a sharing mood," he answered with more bite than necessary, but that was because it was true. This was his personal favorite drink, and he wouldn't ever normally share it with some shaggy haired kid with bright blue eyes, and smooth skin, and...and...Dean growled. "What do you want huh?" he pushed forward, watching Cas swallow another shot, and left his on the counter to crowd his space. Cas stepped back but let his glare burn hot until the back of his thighs hit the table. Dean slid forward until his chest touched his, fingers sliding on either side of his hips on the table to press his nose into the crux of his neck. Breathing against his skin to hear the heartbeat that pounded behind flesh. 

"You to kiss me," Cas boldly answered, licking his lips in a slide of tongue that Dean heard like a calling to slide his nose up his neck until he hovered a hair from his parting mouth. 

"Is that all?" Dean said in a whisper, pulling back to step away and turned completely to walk back to his original spot against the counter, lifting the class to his mouth to swallow down his drink. Cas was flustered obviously, and Sam chose that moment to walk in. Asking Cas if he was alright, then shooting a bitchy, and angry stare down at Dean in passing. Cas walked out the room, and Dean actually laughed out loud. Sam's fist colliding with his arm making him wince and cry out a hey!

"I told you he liked you! What is your deal, can't be nice for one god damn minute!" Sam hit him again, and huffed his way out of the room. Dean watched the spot his little brother had just occupied feeling maybe a tad bad. He sighed, rolling his eyes and went to take another shot of the whiskey before he noticed the bottle gone. "The hell?" -- Cas

Dean stalked out the kitchen not noticing the pretty boy he happened to irritate, but he had to still be here. He slipped up the stairs to the second floor where two rooms were. One was his own, but the other he used as a studio of sorts with guitars and a keyboard. It wasn't anything serious, but Dean loved a good rock out every once in a while. There touching his things was Cas, and Dean almost snarled before closing the door barely jarring the boy from his head space.

"You aren't allowed in here-- stop touching my shit. And you took my whiskey? Cas what the hell?" Dean moved to take the bottle away but Cas glared something fierce that actually paused his advancement, and lift his hands in minor retreat. "Dude- calm down. It was just a joke." 

"Was it though? You hide behind a lot Dean Winchester. No I see you. Maybe see you clearer than most," the words shook Dean to his core, and than also frustrated him sideways. 

"You don't know me, shut up and get out," -- "No."

"No?" Dean responded, bull rushing Cas to tear the bottle from his hands. Cas just moved to sit on the couch, still touching various things in his room. Dean growled. 

"Get out, or I will make you,"

"Can you really not give me one..kiss?" Cas answered instead, and Dean sighed now, setting the bottle on the desk before leaning against it. His arms covering his chest in mock to his position downstairs. 

"You want one so bad, come over here and give it," Dean challenged, eyes alight in a mild anger at this boy barging into his personal space, and life. Cas looked up from the couch, catching his gaze that sent another small slide of a chill down his spine. He got up slowly, swaying slightly from the drinks but almost nuzzled his way into his front. Their chests a hair apart, and Dean could smell him better now. An odd mixture of cotton and ink. Dean still wore a smug expression, lifting his eyes waiting for the boy to take what he wanted but he wasn't fully prepared for the fingers to wrap so lovingly around his face and coax his lips upward enough to slot them together in a soft, yet earth rocking kiss.

"It sounds fine," Dean said with a wicked grin, using his rag to wipe the sweat glistening on his brow. "But I’d suggest keeping it overnight."

Castiel scuffed at that, leather jacket sliding off his shoulders to toss the article on a spare chair. “I want to talk to Bobbie then,” he answer in response with that voice sending Dean’s bottom lip to fall into his mouth in mild shutter. 

"Well you could…if he was here. Why don’t you trust my advice Cas," he was obviously flirting right? Dean’s bright eyes, flickered over the smallest sight of flesh along the smooth skin of Cas’ lower back when the man tossed himself down next to the bike to look at the problem himself. Dean sighed. Knowing the man couldn’t be this socially unaware. 

"Cas—" he said wrapping his fingers around the tight black jeans on his calf and pulled the man away from the bike causing a small moan in protest, and even better a frustrated huff. Dean just shook his head, depositing his entire body into the man’s lap and tugged him upward in a deep crunch to seal their mouths together. Cas pulled away a hair before Dean could deepen it, breaths coming in haggard that sent Dean’s mouth to his pulse point to worry a mark into his skin.

"Just don’t think," Dean coaxed, sliding his hands under the grayed t-shirt until Cas hissed from his fingers along his ribs, hips moving upward a fraction that fueled Dean’s want further. "I want you Cas…come on. No one is here. And I did lie about the bike. It’s fine…just let me make it up to you." He sounded horribly needy, but it spurred the still stunned gorgeous eyed man into more action. Hands gripped his chin harshly molding his mouth to his, their lips parting open until all Dean could taste was Cas. Hands tugged at their shirts, the movement forcing Dean to grind downward to keep his balance making Cas release his tongue to moan deliciously against his exposed chest. Dean liked this too much. The dirty act on the machine shop floor, balanced on a cart that kept sending them into controllable motions. But Cas had better ideas. 

"Up now," he tugged his arm around Dean’s waist, urging him upward that Dean complied with willingly letting the man slam his back into the Impala parked next to the bike to shamelessly rut their hardened bulges caught in their pants together in a long, drawn out pull of fabric and friction. "Ah fuck Cas," Dean panted in his mouth, Cas unrelenting now with his attack to his lips. Drawing them open, only to swallow him completely leaving him breathless and jaw aching from the depth of their one connection. It made him want Cas inside him now. 

Dean unbuckled his belt, fingers skillfully shredding the article all while pulling Cas closer with his free hand to slide his palm down the front of his pants. Cas groaned in his mouth, and Dean urged the article down until the silky smooth texture of his erection filled his entire hand. Cas rutted against his calloused palm, mouth bruising his collarbone, and letting Dean handle him for a few good pulls before he spun the man around and pressed his entirely exposed form against the swell of Dean’s ass. - Dean almost came there. 

"Cas.." he panted, the blue eyed man pushing down his pants in one strong tug. Forcing Dean’s dick to press into the chilled metal of the Impala, quickly jutting his body backwards in a motion Cas took advantage of by sliding his dick just between his cheeks. "Lube back pocket…"

Now impatient fingers dug into the clothing, Cas’ precome allowing a taunting slide of flesh to catch the head along his ring. He groaned, pushing needy back enough to feel the pressure he wanted which only caused Cas to use his forearm to pin his shoulders over the hood. 

"Let me touch you," the command came out in a deep gravely voice that sent a shiver down his spine, and just then a slide of two fingers moved easily inside him. The invasion was wanted too terribly, Cas groaned into his shoulder blade from the ease of entry. "You are insufferable," Cas said opening him more than Dean cared for but was distracted regardless when those digits grazed a spot that sent his legs shaking. 

"Just fuck me Cas please, I’ve wanted you all day," he gritted his teeth around a grin, that fell as a wiry smile on Cas’ round face that warmed Dean’s cheeks at the tenderness of the moment no matter the harsh language he had just used. Cas brought his mouth forward, swallowing up Dean’s words, and released his working fingers to instead wrap around his aching dick. Sliding his leg up to hook it into the opened window Dean took one breath to relax his body before Cas slid forward. Slowly filling him in a way that forced a pained, heated noise only few ever heard. His heartbeat hammered his chest, Cas wrapping his long arms around his center to slide him further back, until he was seating fully. Words and bodies stilled for multiple breaths before Cas pulled back and slammed forward. Over and over, curving Dean’s back just right to cause the man to scream out in the shop. Dean’s hand wrapped to cup his own erection, tugging and rolling his sack until Cas pulled him back to bring their mouths together again. Dean couldn’t handle so much stimulation, lost for movement less the intrusions he desperately swallowed as Cas groaned into a bite to his bottom lip and came hard. Noise cut off from the punched reaction to Cas gripping his hips in his own lost desperate pleasure. Dean tugged himself twice more and lost it with him, knees buckling until his leg crashed to the floor, and the pair nearly toppled to the ground.