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He was surprised he even made it. He’d pulled over twice, once to vomit by the side of the highway and again to take great gulping breaths of air, doubled over and fighting the need to empty out his stomach again, knowing all he’d bring up would be sickly yellow bile that would leave him gagging and dry-heaving for hours.
He’d nearly turned around that second time. Nearly.
But Sam said it would be good for him to go, to see things to an end. Closure, he had called it. Finally stitching up an old wound, excising the infection and letting it heal.
Dean hoped his little brother was right.
Approaching the old barn, he smiled ruefully, seeing that little spark of Castiel’s style written all over the old weatherworn red paint and the polished plywood flooring. Twinkling lights were strung all around, even though it was only late afternoon and the sun had only begun its descent from the sky. Fresh sprays of cornflowers and honeysuckle where everywhere, sweetly scenting the air and turning his stomach.
It took everything for him to keep going, not to bolt right then and there.
He had come this far, he reasoned, parked his Baby in a vacant field lined with traffic cones to create a makeshift lot, and went out and bought a new suit for the occasion. He had to see it through.
His heart dropped when Cas spotted him, their eyes meeting from where Castiel stood chatting with a few other guests, some faces that Dean recognized and others he did not. He found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move forward even as Castiel smile and excused himself from the others, headed his way.
He looked amazing. Of course he did – why wouldn’t he? Plain black slacks and dress shoes, a white button-down dress shirt beneath a grey waistcoat, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a bright blue tie that made his eyes practically shine. He grinned as he approached Dean, extending a hand for a shake that turned into a tight embrace.
“You came!” Castiel breathed softly. “I didn’t think you’d
Come for me Dean, c’mon, baby, just like this, just like this, you’re gonna come for me,” Castiel breathed into the sweat-slick surface of Dean’s throat, biting and sucking at the skin even as he gruffly chanted out the words.
“Can’t, Cas, please!” Dean whined back, hands pinned down to the mattress by the other man, body straining, back bowed and arched from the beautiful tension coursing through him. “Fuck, Cas, can’t, can’t, touch me, need you to touch me…”
“No, you’re gonna come for me, Dean, just like this,” Cas replied, rocking his body into Dean’s again and again at a maddening pace that was driving them both wild. “You’re gonna come on my cock, Dean, do it, do it, come for me…”
He snapped his hips forward again, just a little rougher, just a little harder, catching Dean against the place inside that made him cry out and grind back against the other man as though his body had a mind of his own.
“C’mon Dean, for me, do it for me,” Cas practically growled, and that was it, Dean couldn’t stop himself, pleasure ricocheting off every nerve in his body, toes curling in the messy sheets, the fluid warmth of his release spilling between them, Cas chuckling low and deep all the while.
“Fuck, Dean, that was so fucking hot, baby, I’m so close, I’m gonna
“-come,” Cas admitted, almost shyly. “I was hoping you would, though. It means a lot to me that you’re here.”
Dean put on his best smile. “‘Course I’m here, Cas,” he replied mildly. “Sorry I missed the ceremony and all, you’re way out where Jesus lost his sandals here, buddy. GPS not workin’ for shit.”
Cas smiled and nodded, acknowledging the lie they both knew Dean was telling; in the many long years of their friendship, Cas had never known Dean to get lost. The other man had an oddly innate sense of direction that had served them well on long summer roadtrips and weekend getaways.
“Don’t worry about it. I
-know! They’ll all know, Cas, and what the fuck am I supposed to do then?” Dean spat back angrily. It was an old argument, one they’d had dozens of times before. Christmas had rolled around and once again Dean had planned to take the long trip home to Kansas alone; Cas would be left to spend the holidays in Chicago with only their cat for company.
Cas crossed his arms over his chest. “You could always just say I didn’t have anywhere else to be for the holiday, Dean. It’s not like it wouldn’t be true.”
Dean deflated and sunk into a seat at their kitchen table. “Please, Cas, I can’t. I can’t do it, not yet. One look at us and Sam’ll know, and once he knows, everybody else will. The old man… I can’t deal with it Cas, not yet. I’m not ready for it.”
Cas sat down in the chair across from him, sitting quietly for a long moment. He knew it was hard for Dean, that he never expected having to one day explain to his parents that the college roommate he was still living with was sharing more than the apartment – sharing his bed, his life, and everything that came with it. But still it hurt; he couldn’t help the way it made him feel.
“When do you think you will be ready, Dean?” he spoke up softly, trying to keep the pain out of his voice.
Dean sighed heavily, reaching across the table to cover Cas’ hands with his own. “Soon… soon, baby, I promise. Just not yet. Please. I’ll find a way to let them
“-know you would have been here on time if you could have,” Cas told him with a tight smile. “C’mon, though, there’s someone I want you to meet.”