#chevy-dean

“Cas, I’m just gonna-“ Dean starts to say.

“No,” Cas repeats, plonking his head onto Dean’s chest, “Stay in bed.”

Dean sighs, running a hand through Cas’ unruly hair, “You’re so demanding in the morning.”

Cas doesn’t say anything and instead, throws his body more onto Dean, making Dean realise that Cas is sporting some glorious morning wood, it sticking into Dean’s thigh.

“Oh,” Dean smiles knowingly, “So that’s why you want me to stay in bed.”

Cas burrows his face into Dean’s neck and nips at the skin, whining, “Stay in bed with me.”

“Okay, okay,” Dean sighs, like it’s the worst thing he could possibly be forced to do. Cas mumbles something incomprehensible into Dean’s neck as he starts to sleepily grind against Dean’s thigh, one of his hand’s coming up to grip onto Dean’s hair.

Smiling, Dean hooks an arm around Cas’ hips and grabs at Cas’ thigh with the other, pulling him so he’s fully on top of him, their cocks now pressed together, only the fabric of their boxers in between them. Cas makes a pleased sound and continues to grind, slowly moving his hips to cause friction between the two of them. Dean slides his hand down to squeeze Cas’ ass, forcing the movement of Cas’ hips to be a little faster.

“Mm, feels good,” Cas slurs, still half asleep as he lets Dean control the pace, body falling slack on top of Dean.

Dean kisses behind Cas’ ear because he can’t quite reach his pink lips, face still hidden in Dean’s neck, “Fuck yes it does,” Dean grins, forcing the movement to go quicker, groaning into Cas’ hair.

Cas makes a similar noise back, tugging at Dean’s hair impatiently, “More Dean,” he pleads, voice muffled.

Dean takes his hand from Cas’ ass, frowning when Cas stops grinding, “Keep moving for me baby,” Dean tells him, smiling when Cas starts to move, though it’s slower now that Cas is controlling the speed of it. Dean nibbles at Cas’ ear as he slips his hand down the back of Cas’ boxers, giving his ass a quick squeeze before he lets his fingers graze over Cas’ hole. It’s still a little wet and open from last night’s shenanigans (where Cas had won the game of who got to bottom that night, even though Dean’s pretty sure the little shit cheated) but Dean doesn’t slip in straight away, he simply teases the hole with a fingertip. Automatically, Cas’ movements get drastically quicker, quick enough for Dean to tip his head back and groan at the sudden change of speed.

Cas leaves open mouthed kisses along Dean’s neck, nipping and licking as he grinds hard and fast onto Dean. Dean can sense that both of their boxers are wet now, both of them dripping precome at the sensation. Desperately wanting more, Dean slips his finger into Cas’ hole, it entering with ease, Cas bucking up to the touch and then grinding down to Dean’s dick, like he can’t decide on which he wants more.

“Easy now,” Dean tells him, wiggling his finger a little inside Cas, crooking it to try and find the sweet spot. He must find it because Cas comes out of hiding and blindly presses a kiss to Dean, groaning as he alternates between lifting his ass up to Dean’s finger and pushing it down to grind against Dean’s cock. Cas wastes no time in licking his way into Dean’s mouth, feverishly kissing Dean with all he’s fucking got.

Cas’ grinding becomes more fevered and Dean feels himself close to the edge and with the way Cas is acting, he knows Cas is close to. The only thing that’s missing is that he still hasn’t seen Cas’ eyes yet and eye contact is always key between the two of them, especially during sex.

“Cas,” Dean manages to say when Cas breaks free of the kiss to breath, “Open your eyes.”

“No,” Cas grumbles because apparently having sleepy morning sex still doesn’t cure Cas of his morning grumpiness.

“Baby,” it’s Dean’s turn to whine, “Open your eyes”,” he lifts his head from the pillow to kiss Cas on the lips, then turning his attention to Cas’ jaw, giving him open mouthed kisses that let him taste the sweat on Cas’ skin, “Let me see those baby blues,” they both gasp when Cas grinds down particularly hard, “Come on.”

Cas makes a noise of complaint before he snaps his eyes open, pushing their foreheads together.

“There you go,” Dean grins, looking up at Cas and within seconds of seeing Cas’ beautiful bright eyes and hearing the heavenly fucking groans and whimpers coming from Cas’ throat, Dean comes hard and fast, reaching up off the bed to bury his face in Cas’ neck. While he tries to come down from his high, Cas carries on grinding down and with one more graze to his prostrate by Dean, Cas is coming too, Dean’s name on his lips.

Cas keeps his eyes open long enough to find Dean’s mouth and give him a slow, lingering kiss before he snaps his eyes shut again, burrowing himself back into Dean, his warm breath tickling Dean’s neck.

“I like morning sex,” Castiel yawns.

Dean huffs, “Yeah, me too,” he kisses the top of Cas’ head, listening as Cas’ breath starts to even out, “You going back to sleep?”

“Mmm,” is all the reply he gets back. Dean rolls his eyes but he’s not surprised. Every time they engage in morning sex, Cas will be back asleep in minutes, holding onto Dean for dear life. Sometimes, Dean swears Cas uses sex against him, anything to keep Dean in bed for longer so Cas has a cuddle buddy. Dean doesn’t care; he gets to have sex with his gorgeous boyfriend so why the fuck should he care? And as well as that, morning sex always makes Cas sleepy, pushing him far enough into a sex coma that Dean can leave the bed after a while to go eat breakfast without being snatched back into bed.

“Okay, go back to sleep baby,” Dean murmurs softly, running his hand up and down Cas’ back, waiting patiently for Cas to fall asleep. It doesn’t take long for Cas to start snoring, a habit that again would annoy the fuck out of Dean if he didn’t love the guy so much. Dean waits another few minutes before he slips from under Cas, having to pause every now and then when Cas looks like he’s about to wake up. Once he’s finally free, he pulls the covers up to Cas’ chin, leaning down to kiss Cas’ sweaty forehead.

Trying not to make too much noise, Dean throws off his spoiled boxers and grabs another pair. He’s pretty sure they’re Cas’ but it doesn’t fucking matter anyway and Cas won’t care, especially seeing as Cas is always stealing Dean’s clothes. In fact, nearly every day Cas is wearing at least one item of Dean’s clothing, but Dean doesn’t mind, he kinda likes it when Cas is wearing one of Dean’s shirts even though it’s slightly too big for him and Dean definitely likes it when Cas mutters that he’s only wearing it because it smells like Dean… Yep, Dean is a total sap, so fucking what?

Dean pulls on a pair of sweatpants and then heads out of the room, catching one more glance at Cas’ sleeping frame before he shuts the door quietly behind him. Once he’s finished doing his morning business in the bathroom, he makes his way to the kitchen, his stomach begging for food. He’s a little surprised to find that Sam isn’t awake yet seeing as he’s normally the first but Dean shrugs it off, figuring that Sam’ll have been up until early morning doing something geeky like he always does.

Dean’s buried in his own thoughts, halfway into frying an egg when arms wrap around his middle from behind. He smiles, grin widening when Cas noses at his jaw, rubbing their stubble together.

“Mm,” Dean twists his head to peck a kiss at Cas’ mouth before he turns his attention back to the potential fire hazard, “Morning.”

“You left me in bed,” Castiel complains, arms around Dean’s waist tightening.

Dean shrugs, “I was hungry.”

“I woke up and you wasn’t there,” Cas whines, ever the one to throw a tantrum at just about anything at this time in the morning. The amount of things Cas has gotten into a grump about in the mornings is endless, things from the coffee machine ‘taking too long’ and the time when he walked into the door because he’d been too busy complaining about how early it was instead of looking where he was fucking going.

“Sorry baby,” Dean says, skimming his fingers over Cas’ hands, knowing the best way to deal with Cas’ morning complaints is to cuddle him and make him some coffee as soon as possible.

“Mmph,” is all Castiel says to reply, nuzzling Dean’s neck as he oh so blatantly runs his palm down Dean’s stomach until he gets to the hem of his sweatpants. Cas doesn’t stop there and he pushes his hand underneath Dean’s boxers, wrapping an idle hand around Dean’s cock.

“Cas,” Dean stills, trying to keep his voice steady, “I’m making food.”

Castiel doesn’t have any time to reply as Sam arrives, mumbling a hello as he dives straight towards the coffee machine. Dean gives him a strained hello back, Cas grunting a good morning, hand still casually wrapped around Dean’s dick.

“Cas,” Dean mutters, “Get your hand out of my pants.”

He whines but Cas does release Dean and put his hand back to resting on Dean’s waist, nipping at Dean’s jaw as a way of saying that he isn’t happy about it though.

“Make Cas a cup too will you?” Dean asks Sam, turning the cooker off before he picks up the pan and moves to his breakfast plate, Cas being dragged along with him.

“Sure,” Sam yawns, blissfully oblivious to the fact that he’d walked in on Cas having his hand down his big brother’s boxers.

“Thanks,” Dean says, grabbing his toast from the toaster and buttering it, plonking it on his now filled plate.

“Come on,” Dean unravels Cas’ arms from his waist, biting back a smile when Cas mutters profanities under his breath, “Hey, stop complaining,” Dean tells him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He grabs his plate with one hand, wrapping his other arm around Cas’ shoulders, guiding them both to the dining table.

Sam is only a step behind them and sits opposite, sliding Cas’ coffee across the table. Dean gives Cas a quick kiss on the lips before he lets go of him so he can sit down on his chair. Cas has other ideas and plonks himself sideways on Dean’s lap, going back to nuzzling Dean’s neck.

Dean can’t help but laugh, mussing up Cas’ already messy hair. He catches Sam’s stare, who looks a mixture between being happy for his brother and friend being an adorable couple and annoyed at the fact he has to see it at the breakfast table.

“Yeah, Cas is extra clingy today,” Dean explains, offering Cas a slice of his toast. He always does extra for his breakfast nowadays; Cas says that he’s never hungry enough in the mornings to have breakfast himself but he always manages to nab something off Dean’s plate to keep him going until lunch. As soon as Dean had realised what Cas was doing, he’d started adding a few more extra pieces to his breakfast, anything to make the mornings go easier.

Sam rolls his eyes, part put out, part affectionately.

“Hmmph,” Castiel says around a mouthful of toast, mouth down turning in what must be in complaint of Dean calling him clingy.

“And grumpy as always,” Dean adds with a teasing grin.

Cas swallows down the massive bite of toast to say, glaring at Dean, “I’m not grumpy.”

“Sure you’re not,” Dean nods, leaning in to kiss Cas on the lips to try and ease the teasing. Cas kisses him back sloppily before he goes back to finishing off his toast and drinking a few sips of his coffee to help wake him up.

“We were up earlier than you,” Dean says, narrowing his eyes at Sam, “Cas was up earlier than you. You feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam shrugs, his cup of coffee near to his lips, “I just couldn’t sleep that’s all.”

“Oh, okay,” Dean nods, choosing not to pry. There are many a reason as to why a hunter can’t get to sleep and he and his little brother have saw even more shit compared to a usual hunter out on the street. There are nights when Dean can’t get to sleep even with Cas wrapped tightly around him and snoring into his neck.

“So,” Sam runs a hand through his hair, “We’re looking through some of the-“ he trails off and glares at Cas, who has chosen to abandon his coffee and instead suck at Dean’s neck.

“Are you giving Dean a hickey?” Sam asks, his tone showing that he’s already had enough of their shit and its only morning.

“Yes,” Castiel mumbles, latching his mouth back to Dean’s neck.

“At breakfast,” Sam adds.

“Yes,” Castiel grunts, nipping at Dean’s neck as he wraps an arm lazily around Dean’s waist.

“In front of me,” Sam says, irritated.

“Yes,” Castiel replies.

“Cas,” Dean cups Cas’ cheek, gently pulling him away from Dean’s neck (that’s already covered in hickeys already because Cas loves to do it, the fucker), “I think what my little brother is trying to say is that you’re mentally scarring him.”

Castiel looks from Dean to Sam and then back again, “Oh.”

Dean and Cas are in the library, Sam having chosen to read elsewhere because apparently he hasn’t quite gotten over the fact that Cas was giving Dean a hickey at breakfast. It had been both Sam and Cas’ idea to try and categorise the books from low importance to high. While the men of letter’s had created a way to organise the books which may have been helpful to them, times have changed and other books are more important to the three boys, especially now that they have other easier means of killing some monsters than they had back when the men of letters were thriving.

While the idea of organising the vast amount of books was initially a great idea, Dean can’t help but think it’s a terribly fucking boring one. Whenever they have time off from a hunt and are actually at home rather than in a shitty motel, they all went straight to the library to sort shit out. Yeah, not exactly what Dean wants to do in his spare time.

“I’m bored,” Dean complains aloud, frowning over at Cas who’s curled up in the armchair opposite to him.

Cas, who now has to wear glasses whenever he reads (which is hot as hell), looks over his frames and smiles at him, “You’re bored?”

“Yeah,” Dean sighs.

Cas’ smiles turns more devious and Dean prepares himself for whatever is going to come out of the guy’s mouth, “I know a way to get you out of your bored slump.”

Before Dean can ask what that may be, Cas is casting his book aside and jumping from his chair and crawling- yes, crawling- towards Dean. With his glasses still precariously perching on his nose, he presses a kiss to Dean’s denim clad knee as he deftly undoes the button on Dean’s jeans, popping the zipper down just as quickly.

“Cas,” Dean settles a hand in Cas’ hair, arguing weakly, “Sammy could walk in any second.”

Cas ignores him and pulls Dean’s rapidly hardening cock out of the boxer’s constrictions. He looks up at Dean through his eyelashes, wrapping a hand around the base of Dean’s cock, smirking up at Dean as he does it. Whenever people know that Dean and Cas are together, they always assume that it’s Dean who’s the bad influence but jesus, everyone has it fucking wrong, Cas is the worst one out of the two of them, he just hides it well with his stupid fucking sweater vests.

“Cas, we shouldn’t-“ Dean attempts to argue, though it’s an even weaker argument now and it finishes off with a groan when Cas’ warm mouth fucking devours his cock.

Cas is, and will always be, the master of giving head. Even the first time he’d done it to Dean, what he’d lacked in experience, he sure as hell had made up for in enthusiasm. Even now, when Cas knows the right ways to go about doing it, he’s still just as enthusiastic about it as ever. It doesn’t exactly hurt that Cas has no fucking gag reflex and can deep throat Dean like there’s no tomorrow either.

“Cas,” Dean groans his name, running his fingers through Cas’ hair as Cas lets his tongue focus on the slit of Dean’s cock, Cas’ fingers lowering to lightly play with Dean’s balls, “Fuck,” Dean tips his head back, eyes slamming shut when Cas takes all of Dean in his mouth with one quick swoop of his head.

Dean enjoys the warm heat, rocking his hips a little to it, half because it makes everything feel even fucking better, half because he knows if he doesn’t, Cas will take Dean’s cock out of his mouth to demand him to do it anyway. And yeah, Dean isn’t taking any chances for Cas to take his heavenly fucking tongue and lips away from Dean’s cock.

Dean tries to hold on for a little while longer but his attempts go out of the window when he looks down at Cas, who looks like a freaking porn star with his glasses and sweater vest, and who also sounds like a porn star, groaning and moaning around Dean’s cock. And Dean knows none of the sounds are just for his benefit, Cas is loud in bed, incredibly loud, and he takes as much enjoyment from giving Dean a blow job than when he’s balls deep in the guy.

His fingers that are wrapped around Cas’ hair get tighter and tug at the strands as he comes into Cas’ mouth, the guy swallowing it all down greedily. Dean realises after a beat, that one of Cas’ hands has come up to grab at one of Dean’s, entwining their hands together and resting it on one of Dean’s thighs. Dean smiles at the sight, squeezing Cas’ hand. Cas gives Dean’s cock one more swipe of his tongue before he closes up Deans jeans and then looks up at Dean, lips glistening with spit and come all rolled into one.

Too spent to move, Dean just lazily tugs at their joint hands, “C’mere.”

Cas doesn’t waste any minute and quickly climbs up onto Dean’s lap, straddling him comfortably. Dean pulls Cas in for a kiss, licking at Cas’ wet lips before pushing his tongue into Cas’ mouth, getting a beautiful groan for his efforts.

“Mmm, you are far too good at that for your own good,” Dean smirks, pulling Cas closer to him by grabbing at his ass.

“I didn’t see you complaining Dean,” Castiel says, trying to sound his usual calm and collected self but it falters when Dean starts to slowly open his jeans. His faux calmness goes totally out of the fucking window when Dean nibbles at his ear and wraps a hand around his achingly hard cock.

“Dean.”

One handjob (and a very loud orgasm) later, they’re back to reading their books. Cas has chosen to stay sitting on Dean’s lap, not that Dean minds as he absent-mindedly plays with the small wispy bits of Cas’ hair at the nape of his neck. Cas’ back is pressed tightly to Dean’s chest, humming slightly as he reads the book in his lap, while Dean rests his book on the arm chair so they can both read without obstructing the other. Occasionally, Cas will turn and kiss him on the lips, cheeks still a little pink and hair a mess from their earlier rendezvous.

There’s loud footsteps coming their way and even if they were somewhere else other than the bunker, Dean would have been able to guess that they belonged to Sam, only a giant like his little brother can have as big a strides as that.

“Hey Sammy,” Dean calls.

A few seconds later, Sam appears, wrinkling his nose at the sight of them, though Dean knows it’s more affectionate than anything (Sam had been quite the advocate at getting ‘the two idiots in love’ together).

“Hey, how are you guys getting along?” Sam asks, leaning against the bookcase behind him.

Dean shrugs, “We’re doing okay I guess, a lot of the books around here are just full of shit we already know though.”

“Oh. Well the books that I’m looking at seem like they could be a little more interesting to us, they’ve got stuff about-“ Sam trails off and both Dean and Cas look up in time to see his face turn horrified, “For fucks sake guys!”

Castiel blinks, “What?”

Sam gestures at them, face turning an interesting shade of red, “I leave you guys here to look through some books and this is what you fucking do?” he crosses his arms and Dean suddenly feels like he’s being scolded by his parent, rather than his younger brother, “This is a library, a place where you read, not fuck each other!”

Dean tries his hardest not to laugh because he’s got a feeling that might worsen the situation and make Sam even more annoyed.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Castiel says, face a picture of innocence.

Sam glares at him, “Your jeans are unzipped Cas!”

“Ah,” Castiel glances at Dean, very much looking like he’s trying to stop himself from smiling as well.

“For fucks sake guys, use your fucking bed, I don’t want you doing this shit anywhere else in the bunker, especially in places that I fucking sit in!” Sam demands, face flushed. It’s too late, the comment makes Dean snort and Sam looks like he very much wants to shoot him before he huffs and storms off.

Castiel turns a little on Dean’s lap so he can look at him properly, amusement in his eyes.

“This is your fault,” Dean tells him, a grin still planted on his face because he can’t help but find the situation amusing, though he should perhaps find it more mortifying than anything.

“Dean,” Cas smiles wryly, “I seem to recall it was you who pulled open my jeans, not me.”

“Shut up you,” Dean pokes him in the ribs, “You started it!”

Castiel’s smile only gets wider as he leans in to kiss Dean smack on the mouth, nuzzling their noses together once he’s done.

Dean shakes his head, laughing, “I’m just glad you thought to put your cock back in your pants, else Sammy would have gotten an eyeful.”

Dinner is rather an awkward affair. Sam agrees to only have dinner with them if Dean and Cas are sat at least two feet away from each other, much to Cas’ unhappiness. They both agree to it though to try and make it up to Sam for the whole having sex in the library thing.

Cas looks like a little kid who’s been told he can’t have sweets, sitting opposite Dean and not talking, apart from a few grunts here and there. And Sam just keeps looking between the two of them, suspicion in his eyes like any minute now Dean is going to jump over the table and put his dick in Cas’ ass. Dean seems to be the only one who’s enjoying the meal, tucking in greedily.

However, he stutters a breath, his fork nearly flying out of his grasp when a well-known foot is suddenly fondling him under the table, toes massaging his balls.

Sam looks over at him, momentarily forgetting his annoyance with the two of them to ask, concerned, “You okay?”

“Uh,” Dean coughs, “Just nearly choked on my food, that’s all,” his voice rises at the end as Cas carries on fondling him. Dean glares at him over the dinner table but Cas’ focus is on his food, eating it calmly.

“That’s because you inhale it rather than eat it,” Sam replies, looking proud of himself for thinking up such a comment.

Dean points his fork at Sam, “Fuck you.”

As the dinner continues, the fondling gets fucking worse, and by the time Dean has finished his meal, he’s a bumbling, sweaty mess who’s desperately trying not to come in his pants when his little brother is sitting right next to him. Yeah, Dean has had enough.

“Right,” Dean quickly stands up after thinking of the least sexiest things he can think of for the past five minutes, “Cas, come on.”

“What?” Castiel looks up at him, looking oh so innocent, the fucker.

Dean doesn’t waste any time in running round the table and grabbing Cas’ hand, “We’re going to bed,” he growls, basically dragging Cas out of the room, not even bothering to see what kind of horrified expression Sam has this time around.

By the time they arrive at their bedroom, Dean is back to being achingly hard again and he quickly throws off all of his clothes, too desperate to have sex to have foreplay of any kind. He manages to undress before Cas and he throws himself on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he waits for Cas to hurry the fuck up.

Fumbling a little, Cas manages to finally strip himself from all of his clothing. He looks over at Dean, eyes soft, all the fevered rapidness melting away as he looks at him. Dean feels the same way, whenever it’s just him and Cas in a room, everything seems to slow down to let them take their time. At least fifty billion times a day, Dean is struck by the fact he’s with Cas, beautiful, wonderful, Cas and right here, with Cas standing there smiling, Dean is reminded yet again at how lucky he is.

“Come here beautiful,” Dean beckons him and Cas complies, clambering over to straddle Dean’s lap, giving Dean a lingering kiss.

“You’ve been wanting to go back to bed all day haven’t you?” Dean asks, smiling affectionately.

Cas answers by pressing another kiss to Dean’s mouth, his hands finding Dean’s hair and tugging lightly. Dean responds by squeezing Cas’ bare ass, coming to a stop when he realises something, “Are you wearing a plug?” he asks, nosing at Cas’ jaw.

“Yes,” Castiel nods, grinding down onto Dean’s lap.

“You been wearing this all day?” Dean fingers at the base of the plug.

“Mmm,” Cas hums.

“God, no wonder you’ve been a horny little fucker,” Dean grins because Cas’ wandering hands suddenly makes sense. Cas makes no comment, only teases Dean’s bottom lip, clearly eager to get this show on the road.

“Hey,” Dean says softly, suddenly needing to say it aloud, nudging Cas’ nose with his own, “Love you.”

Cas’ eyes soften, crinkling at the corners, “I love you too,” he says and like any other time, he acts like he’s privileged to be able to say it to Dean and know that Dean loves him back. After a rather sweet kiss, the softness disappears and Cas demands, tugging at Dean’s hair insistently, “Now get inside me.”