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Dean never expected he would get into a gay hockey romance tv show of all things.
Since retiring from hunting, he found he and a recently rescued former angel were spending more and more time in the bunker; organizing the archive, helping Sam and Eileen set up a hunter network to share the piles and piles of lore they had.
Currently, Sam was off on a hunt with Eileen which meant Dean and Cas had the bunker to themselves and Dean took it as sort of vacation; taking a break from archiving. With the extra down time, he splurged with one of the many credit cards Charlie had bestowed them with and now he had streaming services.
And with that came a plethora of shows and movies Dean never knew existed.
One night, when he was alone in the dean cave, he was mindlessly scrolling trying to find something different to watch. He wasn’t in the mood for horror, having just binged 9 of the 10 Saw movies, and honestly, he was more in a mood for a tv show than a movie, something new that he couldn't binge right away.
And that is how he stumbled across gay hockey players.
He’d blame it on his sleep deprived brain, but he actually been getting 6-8 hours of sleep for once, so he didn’t have a solid excuse as to why he thought the show would simply be about two hockey teams, not when the tv show’s poster literally showed two men in an embrace.
Dean watched it anyway, and was sucked in immediately at the tension and chemistry between the two leads, the sex scenes reawakening something inside him, something he hadn’t thought about in while.
After finishing the first episode, he had laughed it off, said it was cheesy, but he understood why it was on the 'most popular this week’ section, and went to bed, only to dream of himself on his knees, an angel instead of a russian hockey player looming before him, eyes heated as Dean swallowed—
Dean shook his head stiffly, trying to erase the dream from his memory as none other than said angel—well former angel—came shuffling into the kitchen, eyes blearily closed as he grumbled for some coffee.
Cas wasn’t a morning person, much to Dean’s surprise, and now he was fully human meant he needed coffee just as much as Dean did.
“What were you watching last night, Dean?” Cas’s voice was rough, his eyes blinking open as he took the first sip of coffee.
Dean, having just taken a sip himself, choked, hot coffee spurting out of his mouth and into his cereal. Coughing roughly, his face flushed red, and he avoided Cas’s curious (and bemused?) gaze as he mopped up the coffee with a paper towel.
“Don’t—don’t know what you’re talking about—“ Dean muttered.
Cas hummed, amusement very clearly written on his face.
They finished their breakfast in silence and it was when Cas was heading towards the library, fulling awake now, his eyes bright as he spoke.
“Just wait till episode 2, when Shane crawls on the bed—“ He whispered as he walked behind Dean and out of the kitchen.
Dean sputtered, gaping as he watched Cas disappear.
It had been…weird between them since Cas was rescued from the empty; his confession hanging in the air as Dean pulled him into a tight hug, crying hard as he held his friend. His best friend. His…something more than a friend.
Dean had spend the weeks leading up to the rescue, thinking long and hard on how he was going to say he loved the angel back. Because of course he did. He just had to say it and they can…
They can what? Be a couple? Have…sex?
Dean felt a rush of embarrassment, the kind he hadn’t felt since he was 15 and a virgin. He never had sex with a man…he had no idea what to do…did he want to give? Or receive? The thought of bottoming…well it made Dean feel things he thought he wasn’t allowed to feel.
But Cas gave him grace and time. Dean worried Cas had believed that it was unrequited; that he loved Cas only as a brother and not the same way that Cas did. But one night, when Dean thought he was brave enough, he stumbled over his words, stuttering and trying to get Cas to know and he did. He had looked at Dean softly and said though exact words. “I know Dean.” He let Dean sit with that, the ex hunter panicking as his words stuck in his thoart. When he finally was able to speak, all came out was “now what?” and Cas simply smiled, gently saying, “Whatever you want.”
And Dean wanted it all.
That was well over a week ago and now Dean was entranced by a gay hockey romance and Cas had seen him watch it, and told him to look out for ep 2.
Dean couldn’t wait, and with episode 2 already available, he haphazardly threw on his comfy sweatpants and a henley and got comfortable on his bed. He wanted a little more privacy this time and shut his door closed, knowing Cas most definitely knew what Dean was up to.
Dean sucked in a breath and hit play.
* * *
When the episode finished, Dean was a mess. Turned on but also a mess.
We didn’t even kiss.
Ilya and Shane’s story wasn’t over but the tension, the yearning! Shane whispering “I need you” brought back memories of Dean whispering those same words to Cas all those years ago…
And then he crawled…
Dean squeezed his legs, feeling arousal pool as he remembered what Shane did…and how much he wanted to do that with Cas.
Inhaling sharply, Dean jumped out of bed, intending to find Cas and do something for once.
But when Dean opened his door, he nearly toppled into the former angel, a huff of surprise and embarrassment washing over the shorter man’s face.
“Oh—sorry Dean I was—“
“Cas—“ Dean stuttered. “I—what are you doing?”
Cas blushed. “I didn’t know you…I was just going to ask if you wanted to grab lunch, but I heard…the tv was kinda loud—“
Dean flushed red, biting his lip.
Cas’s expression turned pained. “I don’t mean to embarrass you Dean, I’m sorry—“
“I’m not embarrassed.” Dean said fast, his jaw tightening.
“You’re…you’re not?”
“No, I—listen Cas…” Dean sucked in a breath. “When you said, ‘whatever I want”, did you mean…like…sex?”
Cas relaxed, his expression soft. “I meant whatever you want, Dean. I want…whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Dean nodded. “Okay…but do you…want to?”
“Are you asking me if I want to have sex with you?”
Dean blushed, letting out a nervous laugh.
“Because yes, very much so.”
Dean’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. His throat turned dry, his mouth agape. “You do?” he whispered.
Cas nodded.
The space between them seemed to erase immediately, their lips meeting in a timid and slow kiss, Cas’s hand coming up to gently cup Dean’s cheek.
Dean felt his stomach twist, the tension in his shoulders disappearing as Cas deepened the kiss. The former angel pulled Dean closer, pressing their chests against each other as his arms drifted around Dean’s back, falling lower to his waist.
Dean stiffened when Cas’s hand grazed his ass, breaking the kiss as he sucked in a breath.
Cas looked at him worried. “Sorry, was that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, Cas I…I just—“ Dean breathed in waverly, biting his lip as his eyes met Cas’s. “I’ve never done…this before…with a guy…”
“Oh, that’s okay…we don’t have to—”
“No—but I want to Cas…I want you to…I want you to fuck me.” Dean’s voice was a whisper, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
Cas tilted his head, an amused expression on his face. “I’m not going to fuck you, Dean.”
Dean’s jaw tensed as he swallowed, disappointment written on his face so clearly Cas shook his head fast.
“I will make love to you, Dean.”
Dean let out a relieved sigh, smiling softly as Cas thumbed his chin, tilting his face up to capture his lips once again in a kiss.
They kissed slowly, exploring each other as Cas walked them back towards Dean’s bed.
* * *
Dean’s heart had barely settled as he sat against the headboard, his cock throbing as he watched Cas undress.
When the former angel was entirely naked, Dean’s eyes wandered down his body as he felt his own arousal deepen, his mouth going dry as his eyes land on Cas’s rather large cock.
“What do you want me to do next, Dean?”
“I…” Dean licked his lips, noting the positions they were in mirrored almost Shane and Ilya’s exactly, with Cas standing at the foot of the bed, and Dean against the headboard.
“I want you to stay there.” He said, slowly getting onto his hands.
Cas’s eyes widened as he recognized what Dean was doing, watching enthralled as the former hunter crawled across the bed, his back arching as he brought his head up to Cas’s waist.
“I want to taste you.” Dean whispered, his breath hot against Cas’s aching cock.
Cas nodded, his breath wavering as he threaded his hand through Dean’s hair.
“Have you done this before?”
Dean shook his head “But I’ve watched…porn…” He whispered, shame etched in his tone.
“That okay, just take it slow, my love.”
Dean let out a breath at the last two words, feeling his heart thump rapidly as he peered up at Cas.
With Cas’s hand cupping his face, guiding him, Dean leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the head of Cas’s cock slowly.
Cas tried to bite back a moan, his eyes fluttering as he watched Dean lick and suck his cock. Dean moaned, the taste not as bad or alien as he expected; more so, he was turned on by the position he was in, at Cas’s mercy, his grip in his hair tight and strong but also grounding. Dean experimented, taking in more of Cas’s cock, flexing his tongue as he bobbed his head, Cas’s moans undeterred now, muttering praise after praise for Dean and Dean’s mouth.
“Oh—Dean—oh—so beautiful—” He gasped as Dean licked around the tip. “Oh—Dean—yes, that’s good—oh, you look so beautiful—so good—such a good boy, Dean!”
Dean felt his cock throb as the praises washed over him, Cas’s cock hot and heavy on his tongue as he lapped at the precome leaking from the tip. He relaxed his jaw, taking even more of his cock, his hands gripping Cas’s hips as he bobbed his head.
Cas hissed, his own hands on Dean’s shoulders for support, his hips stiff from holding back. “Dean—I—I’m close—I think i’m gonna—”
Dean pulled off, gripping his cock in one hand, stroking firmly. “Come on my face, Cas—” His voice was rough as he opened his mouth wide, his eyes dazed as he peered up at the former angel.
Cas let out a breathless sigh, his hips shaking as Dean stroked him to completion. Letting out a guttural moan, Cas’s head fell back as he spilled over Dean’s hands, his cum landing along Dean’s lips and chin.
The sight took Cas’s breath away; Dean, his face pink and glistening, his hair disheveled, his bright eyes dazed, his lips twitched up into a satiated smile as he flicked his tongue out to lick up the come.
Cas inhaled sharply as he pulled Dean into a messy kiss, Dean moaning in surprise as he fell back, bringing Cas with him in a tangle of limbs.
They kissed hungrily, hands all over each other. Dean was breathless, gasping as Cas trailed his lips further down his body.
When he got to Dean’s cock, throbbing and wet with precome he looked up, his blue eyes catching green ones. Dean was looking at him in awe, propped up on his elbows as he watched Cas take his entire cock into his mouth.
Dean gasped, his back arching as he fell back, his legs opening wider as he treaded a hand through Cas’s hair. Cas moaned against him, pulling off just enough to reach over, his fingers hovering over Dean’s lips.
“Suck my fingers, Dean.” Cas ordered.
Dean immediately pulled them in, gripping Cas’s hand with his free one as he sucked around the digits, moaning as Cas mirrored his actions on his cock.
When Cas’s fingers were slick, he pulled them back, trailing them down to circle around Dean’s entrance. He gasped breathlessly, his hips bucking as Cas continued to suck his cock, moving his tongue up and down his length.
“Cas—” Dean moaned, his voice a whine as he bucked his hips “Please—wanna feel your fingers—“
Cas hummed around his cock, pulling off just enough to push Dean’s legs further apart. He circled a finger and slowly pushed in, watching in awe as Dean moaned as he thrusted his finger in and out. He easily added a second one, holding Dean down as he worked his fingers in.
Dean’s moaned turned higher and breathier, his back arching every time Cas grazed his prostate, his cock leaking fervently along his stomach.
“Cas—please—” Dean whined again, reaching up to pull Cas forward.
Cas went easily, his lips meeting Dean’s in a deep kiss, his three fingers thrusting in and out.
“Imma come, Cas—” Dean gasped into the kiss, his back arching as Cas rolled his hips, rubbing his cock hard against Dean’s.
Dean’s mouth fell open in silent gasp as he came, spilling against their bodies as his orgasm washed over him.
Cas held him, removing his fingers gently as he kissed along Dean’s neck and chest, before moving back up to kiss along his jaw and cheek and before finally kissing his lips.
Dean moaned happily underneath him, dazed and humming softly as his hands trailed along Cas’s arms as the former angel kissed him.
“Fuck, Cas—” Dean mumbled, his voice hoarse. “Where’d you learn to do all that?”
Cas smirked against him. “For the blow job, I mainly copied you…I’m a fast learner, Dean.” he said with a laugh as Dean blushed furiously. “As for the fingering…I’ve…practiced.”
“You…you have?”
“Yes.”
“With who?”
Cas’s eyes glinted. “With myself.”
Dean blushed. “Oh…right.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Pfft, what no—“
“Really? You seem jealous.”
“I’m not jealous of your fingers, Cas, if that’s what you’re implying.”
Cas let out a knowing laugh, cupping Dean’s face as he pulled him into a kiss.
“You can, next time…if you want?”
Dean sucked in a breath. “Yeah…I want to…I want it all with you, sunshine.”
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