#badboy!dean

Sent to the goddamn Bronx. An intelligence assignment on a cop-killer, they said. Bureau suspected notorious street car gang, The Demons—and Los Angeles Agent Novak had been placed deep undercover to find if there was any truth to the notion.

Civilian clothing and an eight o'clock shadow later, it was time.

He drove up 79th in the pound acquired '57 Chevy, slowing and pulling in near the greased up boys loitering outside Singers Mechanics. 

Then, Novak saw him.

He'd known this gig would be trouble. And it was, he found soon after. Big trouble, spelled:

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1950s FBI Agent Castiel Novak and Teddy Badboy without a cause Dean Winchester AU, anyone? Written and arted for @helianthus21 @bend-me-shape-me and @pray4jensen's SPNSTAYATHOME challenge; Monday 9: UNDERCOVER

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Sometimes, he’s defending someone from bullies. Other times, he just wants to punch someone. He’s got enough enemies that are always willing to try to bloody up his pretty face.

Except at the beginning of senior year, one of the transfer students sees him going at it with three guys in the parking lot and jumps in to help. They fight off the bigger guys, and when it’s just them, Cas shoves the new guy.

“What the hell? I had that,” he complains, shouldering past the other guy.

“Sure you did. That’s why you’re lip piercing’s on the pavement and your face is bleeding. Don’t thank me or anything,” the guy says, readjusting his over-sized leather jacket.

“I can watch my own back,” Cas tells him, turning to face him again. He’s got an inch or two on Cas, and while he’s not covered in piercings and tattoos, he doesn’t exactly look clean cut either.

/look ive finally written the thing. i hope its semi decent but i dont know because i havent written in forever and i dont know how to anymore so i just??? sorry/

Castielfound Dean waiting for him a couple blocks from the church, as per theiragreement, leaning on the frame of the Impala with a barely lit cigarettedangling between his easy lips. With a smile on his face that he could barelycontain, Castiel walked faster, fingers clutched tighter around the box in hishands.

Deanspotted him a couple feet away, pulled the cigarette from between his teeth,and grinned at Cas, rushing down the street towards him.

“IfI don’t know better, I’d say you’re happy to see me,” he joked as Cas camewithin a foot of him. The boy didn’t stop until he was close in Dean’s space;he breathed out Dean’s name and quickly pressed their lips together, pantingand smiling into Dean’s mouth as the older boy nipped at his bottom lip.

“HappyBirthday, Dean,” Cas muttered softly, freeing one hand and placing it on Dean’scheek, cupping his jaw and stroking his thumb over the sharp jut of hischeekbone. Dean grinned and leaned back down to kiss him again.

Hekissed him once more when, in a few moments, he found out the box in Cas’ handswas labeled Benny’s Pies.

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Deanliked the way Cas’ lips looked when he kissed them until they were red andswollen. He liked nipping at Cas’ bottom lip, biting and tugging as Cas groanedat the pressure, little breathy sighs that Dean swallowed up with his own mouth.

Heliked Cas’ lips, and he liked them even better when they wrapped themselvesaround Dean’s cock for the first time.

“Fuck,Cas,” Dean stuttered. The slick pull of Cas’ mouth was almost too much forDean. He bucked his hips up, forward into the wet heat that Cas’ provided, thencalmed himself before he could scare Cas off.

Theboy tried to breathe through his nose as he experimentally bobbed his head,sliding his mouth up Dean’s cock until his lips caught on the head, then backdown again, taking him just a little further in. Dean groaned low in his throatand patted Cas’ dark hair.

Caswasn’t the most experienced when it had to do with blow jobs; in fact he wasthe next virgin Mary minus the pregnancy, but his enthusiasm made up for it.

Hisenthusiasm had everything to do with Dean: what Dean’s hands felt like on hisbody when he held Cas close, what Dean’s breathy laugh sounded like in his earwhen Dean stood in his personal space. He wanted to hear Dean’s breathy moansthis time around, feel Dean’s hands in his hair. He wanted to make Dean feelgood.

Thiswas the second half of Dean’s birthday present, he supposed.

PullingCas off his cock, Dean was met with a confused stare.

“Iseverything okay?” Cas asked, voice low. Dean took a moment to respond, watchedCas’ eyes lock with his own, mesmerized. “Did I do something wrong?”

Deanchuckled.

“Youkeep sucking at me like that, and this is gonna be over a lot quicker than wewant it to be,” Dean told him, carding his fingers through Cas’ hair as the boyrose up from his knees. “C’mere,” he muttered, letting Cas slip his hipsbetween his open thighs as they tumbled back onto the bed together. Burying hisface in Cas’ chest, Dean let out a groan. “Wanna feel you, Cas,” he moaned, athrill of arousal coursing through him. “Wanna feel you…lemme…I want…” he panted,grinding his hips up. He remembered how fucking good Cas looked, sinking downto his knees as he told Dean ‘I wantthis, I want to make you feel good’ and he groaned low in his throat again,feeling Cas rock himself against the bulge in Dean’s pants, whimpering out apretty little ‘yes’.

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Deanwas going to remember this for a very, very long time, this feeling of Castight around him like a vice as he bottomed out inside of the boy. Cas’ roomspun around him, the bed overhead and the ceiling beneath him, Christian paraphernaliaall around him: crosses on the walls and rosaries on the nightstand table.  He let out a chuckle at the irony, though itcame out more like a huff of breath; for the hundredth time in the past twominutes he let himself wonder how Cas, of all people, had decided that fallinginto bed with a mechanic in a leather jacket and a cigarette in his mouth hadbeen a religiously sound idea. He stifled a moan and looked up to catch Cas’eyes.

Theywere dark and unfocused, blinking down at Dean as Cas adjusted to the feelingof Dean inside him. He looked lost and Dean reached up to run a hand throughhis hair, choking on a breath as he tried to speak.

“Easy,Cas,” he muttered, carding his fingers through the boy’s ruffled hair. Caswhimpered and experimentally rocked his hips, drawing a groan from both Dean andhimself.

“Isit…is it supposed to feel like this?” he muttered, moving his hips again andarching his back. Dean watched his movements, watched him shut his eyes andmoan, and smiled.

“Yeah,”he whispered, “it is.”

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Caswas insatiable, frantic, as he ran his palms up and down Dean’s chest, trailingsloppy kisses up the other’s chest. He paused to lick at a nipple, drinking upthe sounds Dean made as Cas nipped at it softly, then continued on his way tosuck at the skin stretched over Dean’s clavicle.

“Somuch…for staying pure…til marriage,” Dean panted out, gripping Cas’ hipstighter to keep him steady as the boy ground down on Dean’s cock.

Casfixed him with a fiery glare, rushed in to kiss him harshly.

“Thisis pure,” he said, scraping his teeth over Dean’s stomach. “This feels pure.”

Sommary: Dean è 'quello nuovo' misterioso e cool del Kansas e Castiel solo l'impacciato sfigato del suo stesso corso di letteratura con problemi a relazionarsi.

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