#stepdad!dean

Dean’s mouth is open, gasping and red, and his eyes are hooded and dark, watching Castiel move and writhe on his lap. Castiel sighs, leaning back, and makes a loud, choked sound as Dean’s cockhead rubs up against his prostate.

“Jesus, kid,” Dean gasps, hands tightening until that damned ring starts to hurt, rubbing against the jut of Castiel’s hipbone. “You gotta be quiet.”

Dean is pleading - proud, strong Dean is pleading with him. Castiel doesn’t understand what could possibly be keeping him here - he turned eighteen last month and Dean hasn’t done anything about this. He still kisses Castiel’s father when he comes home. He still fucks him if the rhythmic bumps against Castiel’s bathroom wall are any indication. He stills acts smitten and goes to work functions and lives under their roof and eats their food.

Castiel doesn’t bring it up. Not yet. Maybe he will, one day, but for now he’s greedy and selfish and wants to live without bills until he goes to college and fuck Dean every single night and maybe, when he leaves, Dean will follow him.

Castiel moans again, louder this time when Dean fucks up into him and throws his head back, gasping and clawing at Dean’s chest.

“Gently,” Dean warns, hissing, but he’s hot and hard inside Castiel and he likes it, he likes it when Castiel leaves his marks and it’ll be so awesome when Castiel can leave them for real and not give a fuck about who sees. “Christ, Cas, look so good ridin’ me like this.”

Does he do it for you? Does he feel this good? Castiel wants to ask, but forces himself to remain quiet, to not ruin it.

He leans in and stifles his next groan against Dean’s bitten-red mouth, feeling the familiar pool and dip of his orgasm growing, bubbling up, festering inside of him. His nails dig into Dean’s nape.

“Come in me,” he orders, his words a growl. “Come in me, and then go to bed knowing I’ll be leaking you all over the place for you to clean up later.”

Dean makes a soft, helpless sound, his hands tight on Castiel’s hips, and he fucks up one final time before his eyelids flutter and his mouth goes slack and he shudders.

Castiel hums, dropping a hand to his own cock and stroking fast and dirty until he comes with a moan over Dean’s t-shirt. Yet another thing for Dean to hide later.

Dean is blushing and ashamed when Castiel climbs off his lap, uncaring for the come and lube he’s smearing across Dean’s thighs or the mess he left on Dean’s stomach. There’s a bruise forming in the dent of where Dean’s wedding ring was.

Castiel looks up at them, tugging with a self-satisfied smile. “And where did you get these?” he taunts, his gaze snapping back to Dean when the older man climbs into bed next to him. Dean’s large, warm hands smooth over his exposed chest, dragging nails down the outline of his ribs.

Dean smirks back at him, like Castiel is the butt of a joke he’s never heard. “Your dad’s a lot kinkier than you give him credit for, kid,” he says, before he shifts down the bed to pull Castiel’s jeans and underwear off the rest of the way, exposing the rest of his body to the chilly air.

Castiel shivers, his retort caught as his hair rises and his skin pebbles with goosebumps. “Dean,” he murmurs, complaining against the cold and just a little breathless at the way Dean is looking at him, like he’d eat Castiel alive if he could.

Dean’s eyes rake up him, following his hands as he gently rubs at Castiel’s shivery sides, around his arms, cupping his shoulders and raking his nails back down until his hands spread out under Castiel’s ass and lift him up. Dean lays down, mouthing at the inside of Castiel’s thighs when the teen bites his lip and spreads them wider.

The first time Dean licks at his cock, thick and wide and startlingly warm, Castiel arches up with a loud gasp, and the bed protests where he pulls at the handcuffs.

Dean gives a warning hum, mouthing at the head of Castiel’s reddening and thickening cock. “Careful, kid,” he says. “Can’t have that breakin’.”

“Wouldn’t wanna - fuck,” Castiel groans as Castiel takes his cock into his mouth, down to the root in one go and drawing a strangled sound of the younger man’s mouth. He laughs. “Wouldn’t want to have to explain that, hmm?” The teasing tone is back, Castiel’s mouth loosening with every suck. “Ever broken a bed in your time, Dean?”

Dean chuckles, pulling off of Castiel’s cock with an obscene sound. Two of his fingers are already teasing at Castiel’s hole, ready and open from where Castiel fingered himself open, had known he’d wanted this as soon as he’d seen his dad’s car pull away. They had the whole weekend.

“My fair share,” Dean replies, mouthing his way up Castiel’s body as his fingers sink inside until he finds Castiel’s mouth, his free hand jerking into the boy’s thick hair and pulling him into a kiss. 

Castiel hums. “What if we break this one?”

Balthazar cursed, lifting his drink with a playful glare. “Bastards. But you all know the story!”

"Inias doesn’t," Castiel said, shit-eating grin on his face.

Balthazar stuck his tongue out at him. “Fine. I happened to violate a few public indecency laws in my car.” At Castiel’s unimpressed glance, he rolled his eyes. “Rachel and I were doing the do in the backseat.”

Anna’s eyes went wide and Castiel doubled over in laughter. “Oh, fuck, I forgot it was with Rachel!” Anna’s big sister. That was going to be a fun meeting for them next time around.

"You’re gross," Anna said, wrinkling her nose.

Balthazar winked at her.

"Okay! Hael, you’re next," Castiel prompted, nudging the brunette to Samandriel’s left.

Hael grinned, sly. “Never have I ever…given a blowjob,” she said.

Castiel rolled his eyes. “Fucker,” he said, but obliged and drank. Luckily, so did Anna and Balthazar, so at least he was safe from telling whose cock, exactly, he’d had his mouth wrapped around for the past week or so while his dad had been out. “Balthazar?”

Balthazar’s eyes were twinkling with mirth. He and Castiel knew each other longest, knew the most dirt about each other, but Castiel knew that anything Bal said, Cas would get right back at him. He wasn’t above making this personal.

"Never have I ever…fucked a man," Balthazar said after a moment, causing Anna to sigh and drink. Castiel drank with her.

Now it was Castiel’s turn. “Hmm…Never have I ever…” This was tough. Just then, he caught sight of Dean through the kitchen doorway. He leaned in through, braced on the frame, and carefully looked over the gathered teens.

"You guys alright in here?" he asked, to a collective headshake. "Alright. Don’t get too rowdy in here. Three drink limit to everyone spending the night, and only one to people goin’ home, you got that? I’m not getting arrested for giving you guys alcohol."

"You got it, Dad,” Castiel said, saluting with his bottle and throwing Dean a wink. Dean froze, his eyes wide as Castiel wrapped his lips around the bottle of beer, tipping it back. He’d figured out Dean had a thing about Castiel’s mouth, and the way his throat moved when he swallowed.

The older man swallowed, lips parting like he was going to say something, before he growled and beat a hasty retreat. Castiel grinned at his back.

There was silence for a moment, before; “Dude, your step-dad is hot,” Anna breathed, watching the spot where Dean had stood.

Castiel nodded, swallowing down the brief, sudden flare of possessiveness and jealousy he felt at the thought of Dean and Anna, wrapped tight around each other, in Dean’s car, or on his bed. Dean was his, damnit. The fact he had to share him with his fucking father was bad enough.

Castiel swallowed. “Never have I ever…fucked someone in this house,” he said quickly. Anna and Hael shared a look, then drank. “No, way, seriously?”

Haul shrugged one shoulder. “Anna’s…really good,” Hael said with a suggestive grin. 

Castiel hummed, pondering that. “Well then.” Then, he turned his head. “Inias, your turn.”

Inias was looking at Castiel carefully, his head cocked to one side. Inias was the quiet one of their group, not as shy as Samandriel by a longshot, and he had this way of just sensing things about people. It was unnerving to people outside of their circle usually.

"Never have I ever fucked someone more than five years older than me," he said, eyes narrowed on Castiel. Castiel smirked, and drank.

He was the only one who did.

Balthazar let out a low whistle and Castiel blushed. Freakin’ blushed. “Holy shit, Cassie, you dog! Tell us!”

Well, fuck. Those were the rules, weren’t they?

"Um…"

"Was it a girl or guy?" Anna asked, eyes wide.

Castiel licked his lips. “Guy,” he replied, his heart rabbiting when Samandriel made a quiet gasping sound. “He, ah, he and I met…here. He’s a friend of my dad’s.” Which wasn’t technically untrue.

"He is? Are you still seeing him?” Hael pressed, leaning forward, game forgotten.

Castiel couldn’t stop his lips twitching into a smirk. “Oh, yeah,” he said, tipping the bottle back again as he leaned against the couch. “He and I meet up all the time.”

"At his place?"

"Yep."

Technically true. 

Balthazar let out a little groan. “This is killing me, Cassie - who is it?” he demanded. “I swear to God, I’ll change the game to truth or dare and dare you to tell us. Come on.”

Castiel’s eyes roamed around the circle of friends. Suddenly bragging hadn’t seemed like that good of an idea. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he said, shoving himself to his feet and all but running up the stairs. Balthazar yelled after him that they would all still be here when Cas came back down.

"Shit," Castiel growled, rubbing his hands through his hair. This was going to go badly, just could just tell. Then again, his friends were kinda cool…they might get it?

Of course they wouldn’t. Fuck, even Dean still ate himself up about this all the damn time. Castiel was a homewrecker - nevermind that Dean had smiled more with him than any time he’d seen with his dad, nevermind that Castiel was willing to do things for Dean that his dad wouldn’t even do, and never mind that he was just better for Dean and with Dean than his dad could ever be.

He jumped at the little knock the door. “If you’re throwing up in there, kid, lemme know so I can get air freshener or something.”

Oh, Dean. He threw the door open and hauled Dean into a kiss, into the bathroom, slamming the door behind them and pinning him back against it.

"Cas," Dean hissed, hands landing on his hips, but not shoving back. "What the fuck’re you doin’, kid? Your friends are downstairs."