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SPN Fic: In the Still of the Night, Dean/Castiel (NC-17)
In the Still of the Night
Dean/Castiel
NC-17
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General spoilers for season five.
Dean stops for a quick fill-up and gets the full service treatment instead.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginnith and sdrohc_ratiug. Many thanks also to killtheclock7 who sent me the prompt. I hope you like it!
There’s no one at the gas station when Dean pulls up, not a single soul around; just the sharp tickle of gasoline in his nose when he opens the door, the crunch of broken asphalt under his boots as he pulls himself out of the Impala.
He enters the small convenience store after he fills the tank, finds an older man near the back, restocking Hostess Fruit Pies. An insult to the good name of pie. Dean picks up a case of beer, and the guy follows him to the front where he pays for it and the gas.
One step over the threshold back into the cool night air, Dean pauses. There’s a figure in the front passenger seat, one Dean recognizes but hasn’t seen for at least a week. Something does a quick two-step in his chest that might be relief, if Dean was ever actually worried. Ignoring it, he lets the door swing shut behind him and crosses the pavement.
Opening the back passenger side door, Dean sets the beer in the foot well without a word. He shuts the door and walks around the front to the driver’s side, all the time aware of Castiel’s eyes on him through the windshield. Swinging his key ring around his finger, he opens the door and slides behind the wheel, pulling the door shut behind him. He sticks the key in the ignition, but doesn’t turn it; leaves the keychain dangling instead.
“Long time no see,” Dean says, hating the way his voice sounds more rough than usual. He doesn’t look at Castiel, but he knows Cas is looking at him.
“I was detained.”
“You have a cell phone. You couldn’t have called?”
Dean looks at him then, and Cas’ eyes are wide and unblinking in the shadows, sheltered by the roof of the car, hidden from the fluorescent glare of the rest of the world.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” Castiel says, voice almost unnaturally loud in the stillness. “There was…poor reception where I was.”
He knows he should ask Cas where exactly that would be, but he finds that with Cas sitting across from him in the half-dark, he doesn’t really care. Dean tsks instead. “Those phone companies. Charge you an arm and a leg for service and then don’t work anywhere.”
The corner of Cas’ mouth nearest to him quirks. “Perhaps they are in league with Lucifer.”
A laugh escapes Dean and he looks out into the empty night, ignoring the way his chest loosens, like he’s been holding his breath for the last seven days and finally got a hit of oxygen. “Can’t say I’d be surprised.” He looks back at Cas. He’s still watching Dean, head tilted slightly to the side, features softened. Dean swallows hard. “How’s your reception now?”
Cas licks his lips before he answers. “It has improved noticeably.”
They’re in the front seat of his car at a gas station, but it’s the middle of the night and—when Dean glances through the stores windows—there’s no one else in sight. Fuck it, Dean thinks and leans across the seat to press his mouth against Cas’.
Cas’ lips part easily and Dean finds himself falling in, Cas’ mouth warm and wet and inviting as ever, as always. He’s missed this, and not just this, but Cas. Castiel. In all of his weird, slightly off, badass motherfucker glory.
They kiss in the front seat, making out like teenagers. And isn’t that hilarious? Cas is thousands of years old. Dean feels thousands of years old. But they kiss and they touch and Dean groans in frustration every time his knee hits the steering wheel until Cas pulls away, eyes glazed and mouth pink.
“Dean,” he says, hardly breathless at all. “I would like…”
“What?” Dean asks, trying to pull Cas back. “Anything you want. What do you want, Cas?”
Cas’ hand dips between them, finding Dean’s cock hard on the other side of his jeans without hesitation. “This.”
Dean’s head drops to Cas’ shoulder with a thud. “Yeah,” he gets out. “Okay. You can totally have that.”
Pushing Dean back against the seat with his other hand, Cas presses an almost chaste kiss to his mouth before gliding along his jaw, fingers working at the button and fly of his pants until they’re open. Dean shifts his hips and groans at the change in pressure, Cas’ fingers skimming over his cotton-covered erection.
“Cas.”
Lips drag across Dean’s skin before pulling away, Cas catching Dean’s mouth once more—quick and slick and not playing fair at all—before he ducks down, fingers pulling Dean through the opening in his boxers and wrapping around his length. His eyes slam shut as Cas’ tongue flicks against the head, teasing and promising all at once.
Dean’s shaking before Cas’ lips even get close to meeting his fingers at the base of Dean’s cock. He’s shaking and groaning and it’s pathetic, it really is, how badly he wants this, how badly he needs this. Except then he opens his eyes, sees Cas’ dark head bent before him, sees his own fingers sliding through Cas’ hair, getting caught and tangled there, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care at all because there are only so many good things in the world, only so many great things, and this is one of them and this is his.
Cas licks and sucks at him, lips and tongue in perfect harmony, a hint of teeth when Dean’s hips can’t stay quite still enough, a warning for Dean to let him do this. And then the fingers of Cas’ other hand are at his balls, pulling fabric tight against his thighs, and Cas is swallowing him down, fingers pressing back and that’s all it takes before Dean loses it completely.
The blood rushing in his ears is loud enough to drown out everything.
Cas doesn’t let him go immediately, sucks gently as Dean softens against his tongue until Dean tugs at his hair. He takes his time even then, tucking Dean back with care, side of his face pressed against Dean’s stomach. Dean has a moment of inane curiosity, wondering if Castiel can tell what he had for dinner just by the sounds he must surely hear pressed that close against him. He chuckles a little, one hand slipping through Cas’ hair to settle at the back of his neck, the other landing limp against his own thigh.
Dean can taste himself when Cas kisses him, slow and sweet. His own tongue feels lazy in his mouth, and he lets Cas take the lead.
Cas pulls away much sooner than he’s expecting, slipping back completely to his side of the car with flushed cheeks.
Dean looks pointedly at Cas’ dick, obviously hard. “I think my reception is still better than yours.” He reaches for Cas, frowning when Cas stops him with a hand.
“I’m fine, Dean.”
“What, you’re not going to let me reciprocate?” He doesn’t mean to sound pissy, he really doesn’t. But, damn it, that’s not fair.
“Not here,” Cas says, nodding at the windows around them, effectively reminding Dean exactly where they aren’t and what exactly he can’t do.
Dean licks his lips and swallows, pulling his hands back and wrapping his fingers around the steering wheel. “Right,” Dean says, reaching forward and turning the key. “Back to the motel.”
Dean/Castiel
NC-17
1228
General spoilers for season five.
Dean stops for a quick fill-up and gets the full service treatment instead.
Thanks to
ginnith and sdrohc_ratiug. Many thanks also to killtheclock7 who sent me the prompt. I hope you like it!There’s no one at the gas station when Dean pulls up, not a single soul around; just the sharp tickle of gasoline in his nose when he opens the door, the crunch of broken asphalt under his boots as he pulls himself out of the Impala.
He enters the small convenience store after he fills the tank, finds an older man near the back, restocking Hostess Fruit Pies. An insult to the good name of pie. Dean picks up a case of beer, and the guy follows him to the front where he pays for it and the gas.
One step over the threshold back into the cool night air, Dean pauses. There’s a figure in the front passenger seat, one Dean recognizes but hasn’t seen for at least a week. Something does a quick two-step in his chest that might be relief, if Dean was ever actually worried. Ignoring it, he lets the door swing shut behind him and crosses the pavement.
Opening the back passenger side door, Dean sets the beer in the foot well without a word. He shuts the door and walks around the front to the driver’s side, all the time aware of Castiel’s eyes on him through the windshield. Swinging his key ring around his finger, he opens the door and slides behind the wheel, pulling the door shut behind him. He sticks the key in the ignition, but doesn’t turn it; leaves the keychain dangling instead.
“Long time no see,” Dean says, hating the way his voice sounds more rough than usual. He doesn’t look at Castiel, but he knows Cas is looking at him.
“I was detained.”
“You have a cell phone. You couldn’t have called?”
Dean looks at him then, and Cas’ eyes are wide and unblinking in the shadows, sheltered by the roof of the car, hidden from the fluorescent glare of the rest of the world.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” Castiel says, voice almost unnaturally loud in the stillness. “There was…poor reception where I was.”
He knows he should ask Cas where exactly that would be, but he finds that with Cas sitting across from him in the half-dark, he doesn’t really care. Dean tsks instead. “Those phone companies. Charge you an arm and a leg for service and then don’t work anywhere.”
The corner of Cas’ mouth nearest to him quirks. “Perhaps they are in league with Lucifer.”
A laugh escapes Dean and he looks out into the empty night, ignoring the way his chest loosens, like he’s been holding his breath for the last seven days and finally got a hit of oxygen. “Can’t say I’d be surprised.” He looks back at Cas. He’s still watching Dean, head tilted slightly to the side, features softened. Dean swallows hard. “How’s your reception now?”
Cas licks his lips before he answers. “It has improved noticeably.”
They’re in the front seat of his car at a gas station, but it’s the middle of the night and—when Dean glances through the stores windows—there’s no one else in sight. Fuck it, Dean thinks and leans across the seat to press his mouth against Cas’.
Cas’ lips part easily and Dean finds himself falling in, Cas’ mouth warm and wet and inviting as ever, as always. He’s missed this, and not just this, but Cas. Castiel. In all of his weird, slightly off, badass motherfucker glory.
They kiss in the front seat, making out like teenagers. And isn’t that hilarious? Cas is thousands of years old. Dean feels thousands of years old. But they kiss and they touch and Dean groans in frustration every time his knee hits the steering wheel until Cas pulls away, eyes glazed and mouth pink.
“Dean,” he says, hardly breathless at all. “I would like…”
“What?” Dean asks, trying to pull Cas back. “Anything you want. What do you want, Cas?”
Cas’ hand dips between them, finding Dean’s cock hard on the other side of his jeans without hesitation. “This.”
Dean’s head drops to Cas’ shoulder with a thud. “Yeah,” he gets out. “Okay. You can totally have that.”
Pushing Dean back against the seat with his other hand, Cas presses an almost chaste kiss to his mouth before gliding along his jaw, fingers working at the button and fly of his pants until they’re open. Dean shifts his hips and groans at the change in pressure, Cas’ fingers skimming over his cotton-covered erection.
“Cas.”
Lips drag across Dean’s skin before pulling away, Cas catching Dean’s mouth once more—quick and slick and not playing fair at all—before he ducks down, fingers pulling Dean through the opening in his boxers and wrapping around his length. His eyes slam shut as Cas’ tongue flicks against the head, teasing and promising all at once.
Dean’s shaking before Cas’ lips even get close to meeting his fingers at the base of Dean’s cock. He’s shaking and groaning and it’s pathetic, it really is, how badly he wants this, how badly he needs this. Except then he opens his eyes, sees Cas’ dark head bent before him, sees his own fingers sliding through Cas’ hair, getting caught and tangled there, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care at all because there are only so many good things in the world, only so many great things, and this is one of them and this is his.
Cas licks and sucks at him, lips and tongue in perfect harmony, a hint of teeth when Dean’s hips can’t stay quite still enough, a warning for Dean to let him do this. And then the fingers of Cas’ other hand are at his balls, pulling fabric tight against his thighs, and Cas is swallowing him down, fingers pressing back and that’s all it takes before Dean loses it completely.
The blood rushing in his ears is loud enough to drown out everything.
Cas doesn’t let him go immediately, sucks gently as Dean softens against his tongue until Dean tugs at his hair. He takes his time even then, tucking Dean back with care, side of his face pressed against Dean’s stomach. Dean has a moment of inane curiosity, wondering if Castiel can tell what he had for dinner just by the sounds he must surely hear pressed that close against him. He chuckles a little, one hand slipping through Cas’ hair to settle at the back of his neck, the other landing limp against his own thigh.
Dean can taste himself when Cas kisses him, slow and sweet. His own tongue feels lazy in his mouth, and he lets Cas take the lead.
Cas pulls away much sooner than he’s expecting, slipping back completely to his side of the car with flushed cheeks.
Dean looks pointedly at Cas’ dick, obviously hard. “I think my reception is still better than yours.” He reaches for Cas, frowning when Cas stops him with a hand.
“I’m fine, Dean.”
“What, you’re not going to let me reciprocate?” He doesn’t mean to sound pissy, he really doesn’t. But, damn it, that’s not fair.
“Not here,” Cas says, nodding at the windows around them, effectively reminding Dean exactly where they aren’t and what exactly he can’t do.
Dean licks his lips and swallows, pulling his hands back and wrapping his fingers around the steering wheel. “Right,” Dean says, reaching forward and turning the key. “Back to the motel.”
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*tries to compose self*
Yes. So very much yes. Also, SEQUEL! SEQUELLLLLLL.
By the way, I wanted to say that I love and appreciate the way you set the scene. They don't just start groping each other in the first sentence, they aren't just two bodies in some nondescript nowhere place. There's the smell of gas and the crunch of asphalt and the cool air and Dean's having a chick-flick moment... you're talking to my senses and it really helps me to fully envision, even feel the moment.
Also... SEQUELLLLLLLLLL! ;)
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Oh, thank you! This comment totally made my day. I am thrilled that you feel that way and that you like my set up. When I first got the prompt, the very first notes I made had to do with setting: what it would smell like, where it would be, how the air would feel. And I'm so glad that they worked for you.
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I knew you'd take this and do it justice. I loved every minute, and I loved the build up. That's exactly how I wanted it. And the fact that they haven't been in contact in two weeks and Dean's acting like the pissy housewife who wants to know where his 'boyfriend' went. (: LoveloveLOVE. Thank you so much for doing this prompt. Once again, you are amazing. And maybe I'll suggest something else (something different) in the future.
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Y'know, it's funny, but you sent me the prompt a couple of weeks ago and I made notes about what I could see in it, had a couple of different ideas for how it would go, and then last night the first sentence was just there and the rest of it followed.
I am so, so happy that you loved it. :D
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Seexy plz... XDDDD
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I'm glad you liked it! :D
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I just love how Dean worries about Cas but tries to play it off. Yeah right.
And the whole having public sex in the car? Awesome!
I imagine that if the cashier had shown up they would have been in for one hell of a shock! LOL!
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I imagine that if the cashier had shown up they would have been in for one hell of a shock! LOL!
Most exciting thing to happen at that gas station EVER. The guy would probably go home to his wife and be all, "Oh my god, Pauline, you will never guess what I saw tonight..."
"Another UFO? You've been watching too many of those X Files reruns."
And so on. ;)
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I'm so happy you liked this. Thanks!
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Can't say I'm planning a sequel, but you never know. :)
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Although I don't feel the hate for the Hostess fruit pies :( They're a guilty pleasure. Along with raspberry zingers.
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Oh! Dean introduces Castiel to the world of Hostess snakes. Sam cries for Cas' nutrition.
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I bet it's like zingers. He used to eat them all the time when he was a kid and a little chubby but then Dean made fun of him for eating stubby, white cakes that leave white cream all over his face.
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Dean will find Sam's weakness and then exploit it. "Will you quit moaning about Cas' junk food education if I get you something, too?" And then he comes back and shakes a box of Nerds in Sam's face. "Look! Your perfect candy!"
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I'm jealous of the Impala now.
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I like it, as far as a PWP, but I still prefer Corresponding Shapes. Though you're fics still leave me with a happy feeling rather than what happened while I was reading OZ, have you read it yet?
Anyway, next time I want Cas using Dean, don't forget the root beer float... >.>
As for Austin (I know I'm being so random right now) I thought for sure he was going to be in class. I mean I understand why he wasn't but...nooo Austin!!!!
SUPERNATURAL TMR!!! *fangirl squee*
AND!! I know you're watching a ton of other shows but if you feel like having a good chuckle, I suggest The Big Bang Theory. It's another show my friends have been harassing me about and it kills me.
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I'm so glad they leave you with a happy feeling! :D I haven't read OZ yet, but it's on my list of things to read. I'm kind of at an SPN fic-reading stand-still at the moment. (Distracted by other fandoms.)
Anyway, next time I want Cas using Dean
It actually almost happened that way, until I remembered the prompt was specific about who went down on who.
I am already a big fan of The Big Bang Theory! Monday nights you can find me in front of the TV for that and How I Met Your Mother without fail. I looove it.
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YES.
Also, I love that Dean gets pissy when he thinks he's being denied pleasuring Cas. Awesome.
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Can you blame Dean for getting pissy? Hasn't seen Cas for a week and now Cas won't let him do anything. Until later, that is. ;)
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If I wanna be Dean for having Cas all to myself like that.
Or, you know, just the Impala. She's a porn guest star, isn't she?
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I'm so glad it worked for you! :)