#professor!cas

September 22nd 2018 Sioux Falls Regional airport, 13.45.

Apparently I fucked up. I got a little too liberal with the Purple Nurples one night, and I told Sammy I was bored. That I wanted adventure. He texted me this morning that he had found me a journey. A quest, as it were. He even got Charlie in on it. How can I have said such a thing? I’m not bored. I mean… look at Starla… she definitely was an adventure in the sack. And Carmelita… Si señor! Too bad she has found the Lord and is now counseling a chastity group. Oh, the irony… Or Lydia… although she might have been trying to baby-trap me. Anyway… I’m always having fun with the ladies! But no… My baby brother went and actually got me a quest. Him and Charlie. And Bobby apparently. They managed to get me interested too. Sammy found an old map to the legendary city of Eldorado. It’s supposed to be deep in the Brazilian rainforest. Thank the Gods of Pie that I took that course at Schofield Barracks before leaving Service. So, I took up the vacation time that I have been accumulating, and decided to exchange the concrete jungle for the real one. Jody and Donna will have to catch the crooks by themselves for a bit. Sammy even got this cute anthropology professor, Cat…. Catee.. Casta… Casteel? Cas. Cas Novak, to join me. I saw him on campus a few times. Sam likes him a lot. Says he’s a great friend, and an amazing archaeologist. Not sure if he’s going to be any good in the green hell, but we’ll see. First I have to brave this plane. Still not a fan of flying. September 22nd 2018 Sioux Falls Regional airport, 15.00. About to take off, so I’m writing in my new journal to keep my hands and mind busy. Maybe I can ignore flying. This Castiel (yes I learned his name. Cas still sounds better in my mind.) showed up looking every bit the scatterbrained professor. His hair looked like he’d rolled out of bed after a wild round of bed-activities (if so… lucky you, mysterious partner), his tie was adorably backwards and he was wearing a slightly rumpled, slightly too large tan trenchcoat. Nothing could have prepared me for those STUNNING eyes, though. As blue as the deep ocean surrounding Hawaii. Not to mention when he opened his mouth. Dear sweet apple-pie… When he said “Hello, you must be Dean. Sam told me you would be in the bar, wear an old leather jacket and have green eyes,” I nearly didn’t  hear him. Too distracted by the silk-over-gravel quality of his deep voice.

“God bless him,” Mildred prays with a revered head shake. “Well, I won’t keep you from your beau any longer. You go give him a kiss for me, okay? Have a good night, dear.”

With a kind goodbye, Cas waves and crosses the yard toward home with the remainder of his groceries. Dean is supposed to have tomorrow off - his first free day in too many weeks. And it just happens to be a Saturday which means Cas has no online classes or work to prepare for his college students. Cas plans to stuff his husband full of pasta and wine tonight and then tomorrow they’re going to stay in bed until noon and won’t think of any future plans. Just enjoy the moment they have with each other while they can.

Just thinking of having Dean all to himself for more than a few hours is enough to make him grin and walk just that must faster.

Dean is nowhere to be found when he gets inside and for a moment Cas worries he may be sleeping. Then he hears footsteps upstairs. Smiling, Cas drops the groceries in the kitchen and hurries up the stairs to their room.

“Are you ready for the best shrimp alfredo you’ve ever-” Cas swings into the room only to freeze, smile dropping just like his heart falls to his stomach when he sees the half-full suitcase on the bed.

Dean looks close to death, big purple bags under his eyes and he’s certainly thinner than he had been even just a month ago. His hair is long and greasy and ruffled and there’s hardly a spark in his eye aside from what Cas recognizes as guilt.

“Dean?” Cas whispers, not daring to walk closer. He looks at the suitcase again, then back at Dean. “No,” he says and again, but louder. “No.”

“It’s for the best, Cas,” Dean sighs.

“No!” Cas says again. “I thought we talked about this. It’s safer for you to come home.”

“But more dangerous for you ,” Dean argues. He drops the shirt in his hands and turns fully. He’s still in his scrubs and usually the sight lights a fire in Cas but now he wants to strip his husband down for entirely different reasons.

“We’re not having this conversation,” Cas says with every ounce of confidence he has.

“Cas-”

“No,” Cas snaps. It’s quiet but fierce. Severe. “No. You are going to go get in the shower and I am going to go start dinner. I don’t want to hear another word of this.”

“Dammit, Cas, be reasonable here,” Dean says, voice raising above a whisper for the first time. “I don’t want this either. But I… things are getting bad. Hell, they’ve been bad. Benny left Andrea two weeks ago. Jesse has been staying with his brother. Donna hasn’t seen her kids in I don’t know how long. And it sucks.” Dean’s voice breaks and Cas can’t breathe. “They’re hurting and I see it every day. But the only thing keeping them going as more and more beds fill and the masks keep disappearing is knowing that at least their families are safe. I have to keep you safe, Cas.”

“That’s not your decision to make!” Cas says.

Dean shakes his head. “Actually, it is. And I won’t risk you.” He picks up his discarded shirt and puts it in the bag.

Cas feels like he’s being pulled in a million directions. He wants to continue screaming. He wants to snatch Dean’s bag away and dump everything out. He wants to tackle Dean to the floor and hold him down until he comes to his senses. But as Dean continues to move calmly around their room, packing his back, Cas realizes that Dean has come to his senses. Cas can’t stop him.

Dean is the one who notices that he’s crying. “Oh, sweetheart…” Dean stops and pulls Cas’s body against his. Cas’s hands knot in the soft blue fabric of his shirt and cling. “I’m so sorry,” Dean whispers in his ear, lips brushing so gently and lovingly against his neck. “I’m so sorry.”

Cas shakes his head and buries his face in Dean’s neck, breathing his husband in as deeply as he can. “Not your fault,” he whispers.

Dean’s hands rub his back, comforting and soothing. “I can still be sorry. If I had known something like this was going to happen, I never would have-”

“Don’t.” Cas pulls away far enough to look into Dean’s eyes. They’re so sad and tired, a dull green instead of the bright summer fields he loves to compare them to. “This is our life. Maybe we didn’t anticipate a global pandemic, but the risks were still high and we knew that.” Cas releases Dean’s shirt so he can slide his hands up Dean’s chest, feel his heartbeat. “I’m going to miss you.”

Something close to a choking sound comes from Dean and Cas is being squeezed impossibly closer. “I’m going to miss you, too.”

They finish packing together, Cas sorting through the toiletries to make sure Dean will have everything he needs. He packs some snacks for Dean too, puts the ingredients for dinner away to save for whenever they’re together again.

Their hug at the front door is long and silent, neither really capable of verbally expressing goodbye. All too soon, Dean is gone and Cas is left staring at the door he disappeared behind.

This is important to him , he reminds himself for the thousandth time. People need him.

Cas heads for the stairs, appetite long gone. He’s about halfway up when he hears a strange knocking. Not on the door… but the window?

Cas follows the sound to the living room and frowns when he recognizes his husband on the other side of the glass. Dean spots him and smiles.

“Did you forget something?” Cas calls as he walks closer.

Instead of answering, Dean raises his hand and flattens his palm against the window. He still doesn’t speak, just watches Cas until it clicks.

Cas can’t help but snort even as he feels the little burning sensation of tears build behind his eyes. He finally stops just inches from the window and arches a brow at his ridiculous husband. “Star Trek? Really?”

Dean shrugs, smile so gentle and easy and just for Cas.

Cas flattens his palm over Dean’s, loves the way Dean’s eyes brighten as Cas returns the gesture.

“You know why I saved you?”

It’s all too on-the-nose, but Cas says his line like the dutiful husband he is. “Because you love me.”

You honestly felt like the luckiest girl in the world. How could you not? Not only had you gotten to sleep with Sam and Dean Winchester, but tonight you were going to be with Castiel. It was a college student’s dream come true. Sleeping with your hot professor. Only you were hitting the trifecta. You were a little sad that it would soon be over, but you weren’t going to focus on that.

Tonight you were focusing on getting ready to go to Cas’ place and then being with Cas’. Sleeping with Sam and Dean had managed to help you focus in their classes. Your grades were already improving. And you hoped that being with Cas would have the same result as the first two had.

You messed with your hair until it was perfect and slipped into your outfit. Unlike Sam and Dean, Cas was softer. He wasn’t the type to take charge and be in control. However he did seem to know what he wanted. Even if he wasn’t completely sure on what to do he at least had the confidence to ask.

His softness was one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place. That and his startling blue eyes. They were bright and beautiful and you could get lost in them. As you finished dressing you imagined his eyes and how beautiful they were; what it would be like to stare into them as he released.

Of course you would be finding out shortly if things went the way they were supposed to. You looked over your outfit once more and smiled. It was cute and flirty without being overly sexual. You smoothed out the skirt of your dress and slipped into your chucks. Heels weren’t really your thing and the shoes went well with the dress.

The walk to Cas’ wasn’t overly long, but it wasn’t exactly a short one either. The air was getting cooler and you cursed yourself for not grabbing a jacket when you were half way to his place. By the time you actually made it you were cold enough your teeth were close to chattering. You knocked on the door and rubbed your arms.

Cas opened the door and ushered you in quickly. “You silly girl. It’s getting cooler out. You should have worn a jacket.” He took you to his study, a nice fire was burning low in the hearth.

“I realized when I was halfway here. By then though it was pointless to go all the way back. I would have had to make the whole walk when it was even chiller. I would have had a jacket, but continuing seemed the better option.”

“You’re probably right, but let’s get you warmed up.” Cas poured you a cup of coffee and added a little bourbon to it. “That should do the trick.” He sat down at his desk and it was then that you noticed the stack of papers sitting in front of him.

You sipped the coffee and looked around the study. There were lots of books, some papers, a few photos of him with Sam and Dean, and his degree. “Did I come at a bad time?” You asked curiously.

He looked up and shook his head. “No we agreed on this time. I just wasn’t expecting to have this many papers left to grade. But it shouldn’t take me long. Why don’t you come here.” He patted his lap.

You smiled softly and made your way toward him. However before you could sit in his lap he stopped you. “Hold on.”

Cas unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. You raised a brow. “I figure that while I grade papers you could keep me warm,” he said, smiling sheepishly.

With a soft laugh you pulled your panties off and sat down in his lap. His cock easily slid inside and you both moaned softly. Resting your head against his shoulder you clenched around him.

A shudder went through him and he twitched. He scooted closer to the desk and returned to grading the papers. His cock jumping every once in a while inside you. But he gave no other sign that his hard cock was currently inside your warm channel. He simply went back to looking over the stack of papers sitting in front of him.

You liked the feel of him being in you. He stretched you just a bit and this was a lovely way to not only warm up from the cold, but prepare yourself for what was to come once he graded the last paper.

The coffee you had been drinking was long finished and the fire burned lower by the time he finished. As the time had passed you clenched around him or wiggled anytime he had started to go soft. But now you didn’t have to. The papers were graded and he had nothing else to do.

“I’m going to take you right here. I can’t wait any longer. Being in you like this, not taking you has been torture,” Cas almost growled out. It was strange to hear the soft spoken man take such a tone. And yet it sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded and kissed his neck. “Okay,” you mumbled.

He picked you up, holding you close, and shoved all the graded papers onto the floor. They could be picked up later. He laid you on the desk and began to thrust slow, but deep. “Mmm...you feel so good. Perfectly warm and wet.”

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in deeper, allowing him to hit all the spots you needed him to. His cock was rubbing against your g-spot and his pubic bone was grinding against your clit as he bent over you.

His lips captured yours and his tongue rubbed against your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, opening yours for him. His tongue rubbed against yours as you kissed him just as deep and passionately as he was kissing you. He was much softer than Sam and Dean, yet you quite enjoyed it. He tasted good and felt even better.

The coil deep in your stomach started to tighten. You moaned and keened, arching toward him. Cas pulled your dress out of the way just enough to cup one of your breast. His thumb circled your nipple pulling a gasp from you.

Small shudders began to rack your body and you fluttered around him. Your edge was right there. You were so close you could taste it. “Please Cas,” you begged.

Cas picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster. “Cum for me. Go ahead and let go.”

Your head thunked against his desk as you tumbled over the edge into bliss. You moaned his name over and over.

Moments later Cas found his own release and rested his head against your shoulder. He panted softly and smiled. “Let’s get you to the bed so you can rest a bit. It’s too cold for you to go back out dressed like you are.”