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Improper use of angel blade
improper use of angel grace
Dean is in hell. Well not real hell anyways, not yet; but a personal hell. Sam has just left him for some stupid school, his father is breathing down his neck about things that Dean couldn' t care less about’ and himself? He just ran out of beer. “Gone… to… pick uppppp… beer.” Dean says out loud as he jots down a note for his dad. He grabs his wallet from the pocket on yesterday's jacket, throws on his boots, and bolts out of that dingy motel room. Grabbing his keys from his jeans, Dean hops in Baby and starts the ignition. That sweet hum of her engine is all Dean needs to relax. He pops in a tape, shifts her into drive, and whips his way out of the parking lot, humming the intro to “Play With Fire” as he barrels down I-80.
After around 4 songs, he pulls into a seedy liquor store right off the highway, its flickering red sign and deal poster in the window saying “All Budweiser 20% off” being the main attractors. Dean walks in, goes straight to the back wall, picks up two 6 packs of Budweiser, (because who can say no to a deal?), puts them down on the counter, pulls out his wallet to pay, and… “shit” Dean mutters under his breath.
“Is everything all right?” the cashier asks.
“Yea man, yea, just… just give me a minute.”
He leaves his beer on the counter and runs out to his car, searching the glove compartment, under the seat, and every pocket he has for a $20, and… “shit.. SHIT!” Dean slams his hands on the hood of Baby. “where the hell is my cash?” he mutters to himself while racking his brain. He goes back through yesterday, the diner, the Djinn hunt with John, the bar, that hot, hot chick– shit the bar. Suddenly a drunk pool game resurfaced in his memories. The snobby prick who thought he was the king of 8-ball, one-too-many shots, Dean betting said “snobby prick” $50 he could beat him, those shots catching up to him, all resulting in him losing $50 and his allowance inside that bar after Dean hit the guy with the cue ball after losing. So now Dean has no money, no beer, and very soon, no dignity, now that he has to go back inside and tell the underpaid cashier he can't even afford the beer that's on sale.
So, Dean trudges back in the door, back to the cash counter, and explains. “Hey yea sorry man, I gotta put the beer back. I went to a bar last night, started betting, and, well, you know how that goes huh?” Dean flashed a smirk and light laugh, hopefully saving some of his dignity. An awkward beat passes before the cashier sighs and says,
“Dont worry about it. You seem trustworthy enough, how about I give this beer to you now, and you come back here tomorrow and pay.” Dean looks up at him, confused. His confusion is quickly dulled by the mere sight appearance of the man he was looking at. This was the first time dean had really looked up at the guy and not at his hands, and it occurred to him how truly beautiful this podunk small-town cashier was. His dishevelled but somehow neat brown hair, his stormy blue eyes, his straight nose, and those slightly chapped lips, the way they turn down at the corners, how right they fit his face.
“I– uh– yea man, thanks. Hey, what's your name? Just so I don't come here looking for you and not know” Dean says
“Castiel. And yours?”
“Uh– Dean.”
“Great Dean, well, happy drinking, and ill look forward to being paid tomorrow" Castiel says to Dean as he pushes the two packs of beer towards him. “Yea, thanks” Dean murmurs while taking the drinks and walking out the door.
After a drive back to the motel that had Dean thinking about Castiel so much he almost missed the turn-off, Dean was back in the parking lot. He picked up the beer from the back seat, got his motel key out, turned the lock, and when he opened the door he noticed it opened much easier than it should. That's because the door was pulled open, and Dean was now face-to-face with John.
“Oh, uh– hey dad,” Dean said. “Where the hell were you? I come back to my car gone, some bullshit note about beer, and your shit thrown all over the place.” “Woah dad what? What's the problem? We were out of beer. And I always take the car, you gave it to me. Also, what are you talking about with my stuff everywhere?” John says nothing and just grabs Dean's arm so harshly he can tell there will be bruises left where John's fingertips were. John drags him in the door, Dean almost dropping the beer, and pushes him over to Dean's bed.
“That shit, Dean. You are a slob. You don't even have the decency to clean up for yourself.” Dean looked where he was pointing, it was the single pair of jeans from yesterday that he left on his bed. “Dad… that's my jeans from yeste–” “I don't give a damn Dean. Clean it now!” “Yes sir” Dean said as he sighed and set down the beer. “Im going out to the bar; if I come back and this place isn't spotless, you better hope I'm too drunk to care.” John said as he picked up the keys to his truck and walked towards the door. “And Dean” “Yes sir?” "Don't buy shitty beer next time.” John snapped as he slammed the door. And so Dean was alone again, cleaning things that didn't matter, even making his fathers bed, before passing out.
“Hey Dean, welcome back!” Castiel said to him. “Hey Cas, here's your money” Dean says as he hands the cashier $20. “Sorry man, I would've given you $50 just for being so cool about yesterday, but $20 is all I could get. “Dont worry about it. 20 dollars is the price you owe. Anyways, 20 dollars is 20 dollars.” Castiel said with a wink. “I'm sorry” Dean said, slightly speechless. “You heard me. What would you do for 20 dollars?” “I– uh– I don't know man. Are you suggesting I can get that $20 back?” “Sure. It's up to you how you do that though” Suddenly Dean is behind the counter on his knees, Castiel bucking into him, Dean holding the hips of the man before him, and then–
“Dean!” John shouts. Dean bolts upright out of his bed, his hand reaching for the gun under his pillow. “Its just me, don't go shooting,” John says. “Oh, dad, hey. Is the place clean enough?” “Yea, yea, it's whatever; Dean. I'm going to Minnesota. I've got some uh– business I've got to take care of. Don't take any cases. I'll be gone for a week or so. I dont really care what you do, just dont fuck anything up.” John says to Dean. “Okay, uh yea okay Dad. What's in Minnesota? Why can't I come? If it's a case I want to be in on it” Dean protests, still half asleep “It's not a case. Just listen to me for once without question, Dean. I'm headed out now, so I'll see you in a week. Meet me in Ames, Iowa.” John says flatly as he walks out the door.
Now Dean is alone again, and the first thing that comes to mind after his father leaves is; “what the hell was that dream?” Dean isn't gay. He can't be gay. His father would despise him, and Sam? What would Sam think? Would he be accepting? Would he cuss him out and call him a freak? Why is he even thinking about how his coming out would go. He is not gay. But then what was that dream? It was just some cashier who was nice to him, and now Dean can't stop thinking about him? Whatever. He was just gonna pack his stuff up, turn in his motel key, hit some bars, and make some bets on pool to hopefully show up with more than just a $20 to hand Castiel.
After he made $40 on his first game, Dean was feeling fairly confident, and by the time it was 7pm, he had made $270 and scored a watch off some kid who was feeling cocky. He decided to leave with his winnings, and drove all the way back out to that liquor store. On his way there, he couldn't tell if it were the 2 whiskey sours he had downed, or if he was genuinely excited at the prospect of seeing the cashier again. But as he pulled into the parking lot and saw Castiel through the window, he realized that he was, in fact, excited at seeing a random man again, even if briefly. He pulled the key out of ignition, got out, and walked in the door to the liquor store.
“Hi! Dean, right?”
Hearing that cashier say Dean's name was electrocuting to him for some reason. His hair maintaining its permanent “sex hair” look, and those damn eyes. Dean didn't want to look away from them.
“Yea man. Castiel huh?”
“Right”
“Great, hey man I know I only owe $20, but you were so cool about things last night that I'm gonna give you $50 and you can pocket the other $30 for yourself, huh?”
The cashier looks at him, confused
“Why?”
“What do you mean why, because you were chill about me not having the money yesterday, so I want to pay it back, that's why”
“But you already paid it back, with the 20 dollar bill”
Dean sighed
“No like, the metaphor, “pay it back”. Like, you were nice to me, now I will be nice to you.”
“Oh…” Castiel says “well how can I pay you back, Dean?”
“What? No man you don't have to. We're even now”
“Well I don't want to accept your money without doing something in return for you. So tell me how I can help you out. Anything”
Dean is really confused now. Why is this cashier so dead set on doing something for him? It's just some cash, why is he acting like it's a business transaction? So Dean sighs again.
“Okay man, um, why don't you tell me what you would do in return for me”
“I can take you to a bar, perhaps? They know me well and it's a cozy place. Nobody will bother us”
Woah. Dean had had some freaky dreams, but he never imagined one would come to life. He felt like he was walking into a situation straight from a porno.
“You know what, sure man. When do you get off?”
“9. There is a bar not far from here that I'm friendly with. I can take you there. Be ready.”
“Yea um… okay. We're taking my car though.”
“Fair. See you soon, Dean.” Castiel says with a wink
“What the hell just happened” Dean thinks to himself as he gets in his car. Did he just score a date? Did Castiel even mean it as a date? Did Dean want it to be a date? He pulled out of the parking lot, drove around for a while to pass the time, and somewhere around 8:45 he pulled into a gas station, filled up his car, and went inside. He grabbed some mints, popped one in his mouth, shoved them in his pocket, (because who is paying 2 dollars for mints?) and went out to his car. He was walking across the parking lot towards Baby when he noticed a shady figure standing near her. Dean slowed down his walk and put his arm behind his jacket, hand resting on his gun. He got about a car length before the figure came into light.
“Castiel???”
“Hello Dean”
Dean took his hand off of his gun and took a step back.
“Castiel? How the hell are you here?”
“Oh my coworker came in 10 minutes early so I got off and came over here”
“Dude, that doesn't even slightly explain how you got here”
“Taxi” Castiel flatly states. “Come on, are we gonna go out or not?”
Dean gets in the driver's seat and leans over to open the passenger door but Castiel is already in the seat.
“Jesu– what the FUCK!” Dean yelled “How did you get in here??”
“You shouldn't use that name in vain Dean. I opened the door of course”
“No dude, you weren't in here a second ago”
“Perhaps you didn't notice me. It's time we get going, yes?” Castiel asks, blowing off Dean's shock
“Yeah… alright give me the directions”
Cas tells Dean where to go and they get there within 10 minutes…
Dean pulls up to a small roadhouse off the road called “Harvelle’s Roadhouse”, Dean gets out and notices Cas still sitting in the passenger seat. He opens the door for him and he climbs out.
“What, you can get in cars at the speed of light but don't know how to get out of one?” Dean jokes
“Well, after your discomfort before, I thought you'd want to personally see me get out”
Dean just stares at him before sighing and shutting the door to the impala
“Come on, lets go in and see if this bar is all you say it is”
Dean walks in the door with Castiel trailing behind him and all conversations dim immediately, with tens of heads turning to see who it is. A blonde woman walks out from behind the bar and up to Castiel. “Heyyy Cas! It's great to see you.” The woman says cheerfully “Who's this?” that one, not so cheerful. Dean could tell he didn't belong here, and the fact was only solidified when the woman said through gritted teeth, “We need to talk”, before dragging Cas to a corner while Dean stood awkwardly in the doorway, heads slowly turning away from him and conversations returning to a normal level.
Dean strained to hear the conversation between the lady and Castiel, but he only caught bits of sentences, such as “you know (inaudible) civies (civillians?) here” and “he (inaudible) us, he needs to leave”, He saw Castiel begging and pleading with the lady to (presumably) get her to let them stay, and after a few minutes, the pair walk over, and the woman begrudgingly holds out her hand to shake his. “Whats your name, kid?” The woman asks. “Im Ellen Harvelle, owner of this fine establishment”. Dean shook her hand. “Dean.” He says. “Dean Winchester.”
All heads turn towards him for the second time this evening, conversations falling silent
“Winchester?” Ellen says, shocked. “Is your daddy's name John by any chance?”
“What is going on?” Dean thinks to himself. “Yes it is” Dean says, not knowing if his dad came here as a kid and fucked some things up, and he was about to be blacklisted from what looked like a pretty nice bar
“Well damn son, welcome in! Sorry for the hush-hush, this is a hunter-only bar, but obviously you're welcome here anytime! John was a good friend of mine, you tell him Ellen says hello”
“I will, but um, what do you mean hunter-only bar? You mean everyone here hunts just like me and Dad?”
“You got it. I can't believe your father never mentioned me or this roadhouse before. God knows he spent a lot of time here back in the day” Ellen said while shaking her head and walking away.
Dean was still a little in awe, but as he and Cas sat down he realized…
“Hey wait a minute. This is a hunters-only bar, and you said you were tight with them. Are you a hunter??” Dean asked, wondering what kind of insane coincidence this was
“Um… not exactly,” Castiel said, avoiding eye contact. “If I tell you what I am, you have to promise not to get freaked out, or try to kill me, or anything like that” Cas said nervously
“What you are?” Dean said accusatory. “What do you mean ‘what I am’? Are you a demon?”
“No, Dean. Let me finish. I… I am an angel. I once served Heaven, but I was cast down for not being a “perfect soldier”.” Cas finished, looking to Dean for his reaction.
“I need a drink before I can deal with this” He muttered as he signaled Ellen over for a whiskey
“Okay, so you're an angel.” Dean said as he took a sip of his drink. “Can you prove it?”
Castiel stared at Dean's glass, as Dean watched his ice melt and refreeze and melt and refreeze within 10 seconds. Dean slammed the glass down on the bartop as if it were hot as lava.
“Holy shit” Dean muttered. “Holyyyy shit!” “So wait, is that why I find you so attractive? Are you using your magic powers on me to make me see you through, I dunno, rose-coloured glasses or some cupid shit?”
“You find me ‘so attractive?’” Castiel asked, smirking
“Just answer the question!”
“No, Dean. You find me attractive all on your own.” Cas said, grinning now.
“Wow. Just, this is insane. You shouldn't exist! Every book, hunter, demon, they all say you don't exist. How!”
Dean and Cas spend the rest of the night getting tipsy, (or in Dean's case, wasted, trying to keep up with Cas), talking about Angels, Heaven, Hell, all of it. Since Dean turned in his motel key earlier that day, Castiel brought him back to his place, putting Dean in his own bed, while staying on the couch. Not that Castiel slept anyways. He just watched over Dean for the rest of the night, seeing him toss and turn and snore, so human-like. Castiel found it beautiful; Found him beautiful.
“Morning sunshine” Cas joked as Dean walked out of the bedroom
“Morning” Dean grumbled. “Hey have you got any tylenol or do angels not get headaches”
“Well, I don't have any tylenol, but I can help your headache, if you're okay with me using my grace on you”
“Your grace?”
“The fuel behind my ‘magic powers’ as you put it”
“Oh… okay, uh– sure. This won't explode me by accident or anything right?” Dean said, half joking half asking
Castiel sighed and walked up to Dean, cupping his hands around his face. Dean felt a rush of clarity hit him, (but he couldn't tell whether it was from Cas’ grace, or from Cas touching him), and when Castiel stepped back, his headache, the lingering taste of alcohol from the day before, and his tiredness, were all gone.
“Wow. That shit is freaky, but thanks.”
“Any time Dean. You just have to ask.”
Eventually, Castiel had to go into work, so before he left, he and Dean made a plan.
“So like” Dean said nervously, “are we going to meet at the bar again tonight? Or was this like a one-off, or do you just want me to go on, because you don't have to be polite man I can take it, just tell me to get out of here–”
“Dean,” Cas interrupted, “I like you. I'd like to see you again. We can meet at the roadhouse tonight after my shift. 9:30. I would greatly enjoy seeing you again, Dean.” and then he walked out the front door, leaving Dean with only his own thoughts. Shortly after Cas left, he did as well, driving aimlessly around Nebraska, fighting the urge to start drinking early. He wanted to be clear and coherent for Cas tonight, but that itch was begging to be scratched. Instead, he went to an old racing track and started driving Baby in loops, losing track after around 23 loops around. After that, he drove to the roadhouse and sat outside it for about 3 hours. He popped in some tapes, played all of “Physical Graffiti”, all of “Wheels Are Turnin’”, and then called it and got out of his car.
It was around 9:20 at this point, and he knew Cas would be here any minute so he went in and sat at the bar. He expected to see Ellen, but instead, behind the counter was a beautiful blonde girl, maybe in her young 20s.
“Hi. I haven't seen you here before! What're you having?” She said
“Uh, just a beer right now. Where's Ellen?” Dean asked, confused
“Oh, you're looking for mom. She's on a hunt, im her daughter, Jo” Jo said, holding out her hand
“Well hello Jo, I'm Dean. Friend of Castiels.” Dean said while shaking her hand
“Friend of Castiel’s? Any friend of Cas’ is a friend of mine. I'll get you that beer.” She said, dipping below the counter to grab it, when she popped back up she said,
“Oh hi Castiel!”
Dean looked where she was talking and jumped
“Shit! Cas! How do you keep doing that”
Castiel was right next to him, chuckling
“My wings, they allow me to ‘teleport’. I see you met Jo?”
“Yea, apparently you're well liked around here” Dean said while grabbing the beer from Jo
“Told you im friendly with the people in this place”
Deann took the first sip of that beer and sighed, feeling that cool rush that alcohol leaves on his tongue. He and Cas spent the night in the bar until 12, laughing, getting to know the other hunters, and having Cas perform “magic tricks”. Dean actually stayed fairly sober, not feeling the need to drink so much around Cas for some odd reason. When midnight hit, and Dean had beat everybody in the roadhouse at pool, He and Cas stumbled out of the bar, not tripping from alcohol, but from laughter. Dean's sides hurt from laughing so much, and he couldn't remember a time when he had ever been so happy.
“So… wanna come back to my place?” Cas whispered into Dean's ear, Cas’ mouth so close to Dean's ear he half expected him to bite his earlobe. Dean looked at Castiel, surprised.
“Well look who's Mr. Eager now” Dean whispered back, smirking. “Come on”
Dean gets in the car, Cas already in the passenger seat before he can even turn the key. He backs out of the parking lot, racing down the interstate towards Cas’ house.
They don't even make it to the front door before Cas slams Dean against the wall, hands around his wrists, pinning them near his head. Castiel's tongue dances with Dean’s in ways that make “Devils Tango” seem like a polka. Cas’ lips lock into place with Dean’s so perfectly, it was like all of time and space had only existed for this moment. For the mere idea of the pair meeting was so fateful, so predestined beyond the cosmos, that even God must have hitched his breath the moment their lips slammed into the others. Cas bites Dean’s lower lip, pulling on it as he runs his tongue over Dean’s lip. They stumble backwards, Cas slamming the door open with his grace, not daring to let go of Dean’s wrist. They slam up against another wall, bodies so flush against each other that if they were any closer their skin would fuse.
“Wait” Dean said. Pushing Cas away and sitting on the couch. “I can't do this.”
“What” Castiel asked, furrowing his brow and biting his lip.
“I can't do this Castiel. WE can't do this. I mean, you're an angel, I'm a human. It doesn't make a lick of sense. And isn't this literally a sin in the bible? Also, I can't be gay. My father…” Dean trailed off
“Firstly Dean, my being an angel and you being a human truly does not matter. And for the sin part, that is outdated text that was poorly translated by your ancestors hundreds of years before this moment. It's not a sin. My lord, God, he wouldn't think any form of love is a sin.” Castiel gently reassured. “And Dean. What about your father?” He asked, softly.
“Never mind about my father. It just, this, it wont work out. I travel too much, I have too many responsibilities, I'm careless, I have demons, Cas. Not-, not real, actual demons. I mean I exorcise those too, but mental demons. I have done things that would corrupt even the purest soul. And you're an angel, Cas. An ANGEL. I refuse to pour my sickness into your life.” Dean rambled on, trying to convince Cas, or himself, that this was a bad idea.
“Dean. I don't care that you travel. In case you haven't noticed, I can go anywhere in less than a second. Also, I never said this had to be a relationship. We can have sexual intercourse and go our separate ways. But Dean, no torment on your mind, nothing you have ever done, could deter me from you. I know that it was all with a bigger, better, end goal in mind, so I could never blame you for anything concerning that.”
Castiel took a step closer to Dean, towering over him, and Dean looked up at him from the couch. “I want this. If you don't want it, I'll accept that. You can leave and I won't stop you. But if it's your father who doesn't want it–”
Dean jumps up, leaving only a foot of space between them. “Dont say a word about my father. This isn't because of him, this is me! Just me! And if you think you can stand there and diagnose me, then you don't know a thing about me man!” Dean took a step closer. “And if I'm just an easy lay to you, I'll show you just how wrong you are!” Dean pushed Cas, expecting him to stumble back, but he just stood there, in the same spot.
“Dean–” Cas started
“Shut the hell up! Kiss me” Dean said
He grabbed the back of Cas’ head, Dean crashing his lips into the angels before him. After a split-second of shock, Castiel pushed Dean off, and onto the sofa behind him, and Dean crashed into it, the sofa sliding back a little bit. Castiel climbed onto Dean, knees on either side of Dean's legs, and used his palms to push him further into the couch. “Dont tell me what to do” Castiel whispered gravelly into his ear, before pulling him up by the shirt and harshly kissing him, lips interlocking as Castiel pulled Dean's shirt off. Cas went down Dean's jaw, leaving wet trails of kisses all the way down to his neck, which Castiel sucked hard on, even biting his neck. Dean grabbed Cas’ hair, fingers intertwining with the brunette waves he had been dreaming about only a few nights ago.
Cas’ fingers travelled down Dean’s torso, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touched. They met the waistband of his jeans and tugged at them, his hand reaching down even further and cupping the ever growing bulge in his pants. Dean's breath hitched as Cas stopped sucking on his neck and started trailing his way down his chest, then his stomach, and finally to his waistband.
“Is this okay?” Castiel said, looking up at Dean while tugging at the button on his jeans. Dean nodded and started undoing the button and zipper himself while Cas pulled down the jeans. Dean was just in his boxer briefs now, his dick begging to jump out, and Cas started slowly pulling them down, all the while looking to Dean for consent.
Once they too were on the floor Cas grabbed the base, starting with slow, deliberate strokes. He went from the base to the head, pausing only to spit on his hand, then going back to it, slow strokes at first, then gradually speeding up as precum dripped from the head. Cas then licked his cock, from his balls up his shaft to the head, licking the precum from the tip. Without wasting another second, Cas wrapped his lips around Dean's cock, sucking him off from the head about half way down, and stroking the bottom half with his hand. Dean's head tipped back and he grabbed Cas’ hair again, guiding his mouth down.
Dean used his free hand to cover his mouth, because he'd be damned if he moaned so early on, but god, Cas was making it extremely difficult. Dean had been sucked off for hours and not cum, but it had only been around 2 minutes and Dean was bouncing his leg and covering his mouth, using all of his willpower to last. Just as he thought he was going to bust, Castiel pulled away, making a slight “pop” noise as his lips unsealed from the suction he had created around Dean's cock.