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Castiel sighed as the Professor’s voice went on and on about thoraxes and their significance. There was only one chest he could focus on right now, and he doubted the way he wanted to study it would get him anywhere in academics. His eyes closed, remembering the sight he'd had a hard time walking away from this morning.
He probably shouldn’t be feeling this way. Sam was his best friend, not to mention being in a heterosexual, committed relationship. But something in the way Sam looked at him sometimes, the little twinkle when their eyes met, had Cas thinking maybe the feelings weren’t one-sided.
“Castiel?”
Jody’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Yes, professor?"
“Mind telling me the major organs you could find in the thorax?”
“Sure… You have the lungs, heart, and thymus glands.” She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when Cas continued. “Also, the trachea, esophagus, and some major blood vessels, not major organs, but they are essential.”
She shook her head while she gave him a half smile. “Thank you.”
The second half of the lecture seemed to drag on slower than the first, though he didn’t know how that was even possible.
“All right, kiddos, that’s the hour,” Jody finally announced. “Castiel, could I see you for a quick sec?” she added, raising her voice.
Castiel huffed, trying not to roll his eyes. ‘Another lecture coming your way, Cas.’
“You seemed… distracted today,” Jody voiced, fixing a stack of papers on her desk as Castiel approached.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Her brows raised, her eyes meeting his. “You do know that you have to pass this course for your medical degree, right?”
“Yes, I am aware.”
“Well, if you think I am going to give you special treatment just because you-”
“Jody,” Castiel interrupted her. “Nobody asked you to, don’t worry, one distracted day doesn’t mean I am going to flunk your class.”
“Just don’t let one distracted day turn into weeks and months, okay?”
Castiel nodded, “Yes, Mom.” Technically adopted, but she had been the only mother he had ever known. He was taken from his biological mother when he was only three months old. Jody’s wife had been working the case, and they went through all the adoption processes and took him in.
“Are you going to the bonfire tonight?” she asked, her attention back on straightening her desk.
“You know about the bonfire?” Castiel questioned with arched brows.
“Of course. Who do you think started that tradition?”
“Liar,” he teased.
“I am not. Donna and I started it; you can even ask her.”
“Like she wouldn’t lie for you.”
Jody chuckled. “Just be safe, okay?”
“Will do.”
“You know I love you, right?”
He smiled. “Love you too,” he told her before making his way to the door.
Stepping out into the hallway was easier; the crowded hallways were now emptied… well, except for one person.
“Finally!” Hannah exclaimed, pushing off the wall opposite the door.
“Hey, Han,” he greeted with a smile.
“So, how bad was it?” she asked, walking beside him to the side door of the building.
“Actually, not bad.”
“Really? No ass ripping?”
Castiel chuckled. Hannah was his oldest friend; he had known her since elementary school days, so she knew how hard his moms were on him most days. They tried dating in junior high, but it lasted two weeks before they realized there were no romantic feelings and they were better off as friends.
“Not today,” he told her, squinting his eyes when he opened the door leading outside. The California sun was high and bright, warm enough to make the late October breeze feel perfect.
“You know they just want the best for you…”
“I know, Hannah.”
“Cas! Hannah!”
They turned in the direction of the yell of their names. Castiel already knew who it was, though he wasn't happy about it.
“Hey, Jess,” Hannah said as the bubbly blonde practical skipped up to them. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, on my way to Constitutional Politics.”
“Well, that sounds fun,” Castiel said.
“Oh, tons,” she matched his sarcastic tone. “You’re both still coming to the bonfire tonight?”
“Something came up, so I can not,” Hannah admitted. “But Cas will be there.”
“I don’t know…” he said, when the girls turned to him.
“Please, Cas, I got someone I want you to meet.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Who?”
“A transfer student, today was her first day. She is perfect for you.”
“Jessica…”
“What would it hurt, Cas?” Hannah spoke up, earning a dirty look from him.
“She’s a brunette…”
“Oh, just the way you like them,” Hannah said with a knowing grin.
“Please,” Jessica pleaded, pushing her bottom lip out.
“Yeah… I’ll go.”
“Awesome! I’ll see you guys tonight,” Jess said, bouncing away.
“Oooo, Castiel is getting set up.”
Castiel rolled his eyes and continued down the path to the dorms.
“You know, it could be a good thing,” Hannah voiced, on his heels. “Give someone a chance.”
Hannah ran right into him when he stopped and spun around.
“Han, it’s not like-”
“I know Castiel, but this could be a good thing.”
“Yeah…”
“At the very least, you get to have a night of fun with the new girl. And who knows, maybe this will make him jealous enough to actually make a move.” Hannah explained, stepping beside him as she quickened her pace.
“Doubt it.”
“You won’t know until you give it a try,” she protested, fishing the ringing cell phone out of her front pocket. “Shit,” she sighed, looking at the screen,
“Is he the something that came up?”
“Of course. I gotta go, but promise me you will go tonight and actually try to have fun.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Hey, Dad.”
Her voice faded the further apart they got. Why she even wasted her time on him was beyond Castiel; her father was worth as much as the crackhead that abandoned Cas when he was a baby. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. The memory of what he saw while hurrying out for class this morning trickled back into his mind.
Sam smiled when Cas looked him up and down, standing at the bar of their dorm suite. Of course, he was fucking shirtless, his eyes traced over the lines of his muscles, lowering to the line of hair stretching from his belly button to the elastic of his gray sweats, just tight enough to give Cas a peek.
He heard the booming speakers as soon as he opened the door to Toyon Hall. And he knew exactly which room it was coming from.
“Cas!” Balthazar yelled over the rock music that was playing, then returned his attention to Sam as they clinked their shot glasses, gulping down the clear liquid as they tilted their heads back.
“So, we are pre-gaming?”
“Hell yeah!” Sam exclaimed, slamming the now-empty glass on the bar. “You want one?” he asked, turning to open the cupboard where they kept the cups.
Castiel’s eyes roamed over his back, down the outlines of his lat muscles, biting his lip when he got the curve of the small of Sam’s back. His eyes snapped back to Balthazar when he shifted in the barstool, making it creak under his weight.
“Yeah, pour me one, I’ll be right back.”
He heard Sam laugh as he turned the knob to his shared room with Gabriel, hoping they didn’t notice his lingering gaze.
“Fuck baby… That’s it, bounce on my dick!” Gabriel told the blonde who was riding him. “Castiel, ah fuck yeah, Shae. How goes it, brother?”
“Jesus, Gabriel. Y’know, you could put a sock on the door,” Castiel said, throwing his backpack on his bed.
“Now where’s the… fun in that?” Shae continued moving her hips up and down. “God damn, baby. You really gonna make me come while I’m talking?!”
“It’s okay, I am leaving now,” Cas told her.
“You know… Cas,” she said through her breathy moans. “You could just join in.”
Gabriel raised his eyebrows, giving the blonde a smack on the ass. “That’s my dirty girl!”
Castiel’s cheeks got beet-red. “Maybe next time, darlin’,” he said and then walked back out the door.
“Well, you fuckers could've given me a heads up.”
“Uh, hey, Cas, Gabriel has a girl in your room,” Sam said, giving him a cheeky smile.
“Thanks, I appreciate that… Asshole,” Castiel smarted, gabbing the shooter Sam held out to him.
“No problem, pal,” Sam chuckled.
Castiel tapped his glass against the other two and then raised it to his lips. Of course, they were drinking tequila. The liquor burned all the way down his throat.
“So, were her tits as perky as they looked through her shirt?” Balthazar asked, setting his glass back on the bar.
“Eh,” Castiel shrugged. “Last week’s was better.”
Sam bumped into Cas as the four of them staggered down to the beach, Balthazar and Gabriel in front of them. After the third time, Castiel had to ask himself if he was doing it on purpose.
The fire was already going, three beer pong tables set up, games going on two of them, the flip cup table had two lines formed, the teams hollering at the person chugging their what Castiel assumed was beer.
After Sam’s shoulder nudged into his for the fourth time, Castiel couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer. “You all right?”
“If I said I had too many shots, would you let me lean on you?” Sam whispered.
“I might not be able to hold you up, but sure.”
“I doubt that, but if you want to get me on the ground, all you have to do is ask, Cas.”
Castiel’s breath hitched when he felt the light brush of Sam’s fingers on his own. “Well, in that case-”
“Finally!”
Castiel rolled his eyes when Jessica’s shout cut him off.
Sam chuckled, swaggering over to her, glancing over his shoulder before he got there. “Hey, babe.”
She stretched on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his. “I was about to send search and rescue,” she quipped.
“Calm down, we weren’t that late.”
Castiel looked over to his adopted brother; was that… jealousy he saw in Gabriel’s eyes?
“Welp, come on, Bart. Let’s go see what’s on the menu tonight,” Gabe said with a jump of his brows, still looking at Jess.
“Huh, imagine that. Gabe is going to go slut around,” Jessica sneered, wrapping Sam’s arm around her as she stepped in front of him.
"Watch it, sweetheart, your boyfriend might think you're jealous," he quipped back before spinning on his heels and walking away.
Sam looked to Castiel, his forehead creased, like he was asking him if he knew what that was all about. Cas shrugged with a shake of his head.
“Dick!” Jessica called after him. “Anyway… Castiel, are you ready to meet her?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“More enthusiasm, Cas, she is perfect. Frisky but respectable, a bookworm just like you, takes her classes very seriously. She is going to be a criminal defense attorney.”
Sam scoffed, “And where is this perfect girl?”
“Right over there,” Jess told him. “Hey Meg!” she shouted, waving her over.
She was hot. Castiel couldn’t help but stare as she made her way over — long brown curls cascading over the shoulders of her leather jacket, red see-through halter top underneath, distressed jeans with the knees out of them, and bare feet.
“Castiel, this Meg.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said, holding his hand out to her.
“Likewise,” she replied, shaking his hand.
Sam cleared his throat.
“Oh Meg, this is my boyfriend Sam.”
“Pleasure,” Sam said with a nod.
“Yeah… Same.”
“Well, now that everyone is acquainted, let’s play some beer bong.”
“Sure,” Meg said.
Sam put his arm around Jessica's shoulders, leading her to the empty table with the cups already set up. "Meg? Really?" he whispered.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, I just don't think it's a good match."
Jessica scoffed as her eyes rolled. "Who would you have set him up with?"
Sam knew his answer to that question, but he wouldn’t dare say it out loud.
“I don’t know,” he told her, approaching the white foldable table.
“Sam’s on my team!” Jess exclaimed, walking to the side of the table Sam was on.
"Subtle," Sam remarked as he started filling the red solo cups to the halfway mark.
"What's your problem tonight?"
"I don't have a problem, Jess. I just think you might be pushing this a little harder than necessary."
"Trust me, he'll be thanking me tomorrow."
"What kind of beer would you like?" Castiel asked, opening the full cooler next to their end of the table. "Bud Light, Busch, or Bud?" he dug through the ice a little more. "Oh, and they have Smirnoff.”
"Uh, no thanks. Budweiser is just fine, cowboy," she told him, taking the can he held up to her.
"So, criminal defense attorney, huh?" he asked, pouring the beer into the blue cups.
"Yeah... What else did she tell you?"
"Well, apparently you are the perfect woman for me..."
"Oh, is that right?" Meg quipped back. "I have heard Jess is almost never wrong..."
“Hmm…” Castiel thought. “You know, I’ve heard that a lot too,” he teased with a wink, earning a chuckle from her.
Sam's eyes snapped to them when he heard the giggle, rolling his eyes as it continued. Cas was a real charmer; everyone knew that. He could probably get anyone he wanted, without trying that hard. "Um, are we ready?" he asked, interrupting their flirting.
"Yeah," Cas told him.
"Why don't you go first, Mr. Impatient?" Jessica smarted, holding the ping pong balls to him.
"Watch and learn, baby," Sam joked with a wink.
Jess rolled her eyes. "Just throw the damn ball, Winchester."
Sam let go of the small ball, just missing the cup placed in the back right corner.
Jessica’s hand covered her mouth when a loud belly laugh escaped her throat. “Yep, I sure learned a hell of a lot.”
Sam chuckled, “Oh shut up, mouth,” he quipped back, bumping her elbow when she tossed the next ping pong ball.
“Sam, I am on your team, you big bully,” she said, playfully slapping his chest.
Castiel rolled his eyes when Jessica giggled, spinning around in Sam’s arms as he hugged her from behind.
“Are they always this nauseating?” Meg asked with a smile.
“Sometimes, you get used to it… I suppose.”
“Hey, love birds,” Meg yelled across the table. “I’m thirsty.”
The conversation with Meg got easier the more Cas had to drink. He was actually enjoying himself after Sam and Jess stopped their shit and got their heads in the game.
“It all comes down to this,” Sam said loudly in a dramatic tone. “Red team has one cup left. The question is, can Castiel make this shot?” he smiled, giving Cas a wink.
Cas stepped up to the table and, raising his hand, he got his aim just right. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he let go of the ball, sinking it right into the blue solo cup on the other end of the table.
“Wooo!!” Meg yelled, holding his hand up in victory.
“If we play again, I wanna switch partners, Sam sucks,” Jess teased.
“Aw, it’s okay, Sammy. A lot of guys have a hard time putting it in the hole.” Meg joined Jessica’s hazing.
“One, don’t call me that. Two, I have no problems getting it in, just ask your girl.”
A blush broke across Jessica’s cheeks. “Shut up, Sam.”
“But if you think you could do any better with her on your team, be my guest,” Sam said, sidling over to the red team’s side.
“Don’t worry, Jess,” Meg yelled, “I’ll put ‘em in the hole for you.
Jessica giggled. “Ah, finally.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam said, playfully flipping her off. “I’ll remember this when you’re begging for it tonight.”
Castiel sighed. “Are y’all gonna talk shit all night or drink?”
“Jealous?” Sam taunted with a cheeky smile.
“Maybe…” Castiel whispered, rummaging through the cooler again. He didn’t even have to ask; he knew which beer Sam would prefer.
“You wanna say that again?” Sam challenged, taking the Bud Light from his hand.
“Nope,” Cas said, starting to fill the blue solo cups that Sam had arranged.
Sam leaned close, so close that Castiel could feel his hot breath tickling the flesh of his neck, pouring his can of beer into another cup. “Do you want to be the one begging for it?”
His hand flinched at Sam’s words, knocking over the cup he had just filled, “Shit!” Cas bellowed, trying to save the contents before it emptied onto the table.
Sam chuckled, “I’ll take that as a yes…”
With a deep breath, Castiel tried to calm his aggravation, but it didn’t help. “Why don’t you get rid of Barbie and find out?” he blurted out, almost regretting it. Almost.
Sam just stared at him, his jaw slightly slack.
“What?” Cas demanded, his concentration didn’t leave the beer he was pouring.
“Uh, Cas, Is that-”
“Hey!” Sam’s eyes snapped to Meg when she shouted across the table. “You girls about ready to get beat? Or do you wanna stand around and talk?”
“Calm down,” Cas called back. “We are ready,” he told her, stepping back from the table. He kept his face forward as he stood beside his best friend.
“Cas…” Sam murmured. “I-”
“Just play the game, Sam,” Castiel huffed, holding the ping pong balls out to him, flashing Meg a reassuring smile when her brows furrowed.
A scoff pushed passed Sam’s lips, snatching the balls out of Castiel’s hand. How could Cas expect him to focus on anything right now? Sam rolled his eyes and stepped up to the table when Cas still refused to look at him. The ball fell right into a cup after Sam flicked his wrist and let go.
“Nice shot.”
Sam took a breath, closing his eyes, “Thanks…” he retorted.
Castiel could feel his eyes on him again. Stepping up to the table, he raised his arm, aiming for one of the middle cups.
“Damn it,” Jess said with a snicker when Castiel’s ball landed in the cup.
“What’s up with Mopey and Angry over there?” Meg asked.
“Who knows. They bicker like an old married couple all the freaking time,” Jess said, after chugging the Apple Smirnoff she put in half of the blue solo cups.
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
“I’ve learned how to tune it out. Something you need to know: if you plan on having any type of relationship with Cas, you have to deal with Sam. They are kind of a packaged deal,” Jessica explained, aiming a ball at the red cups on the other side of the table, wooing again once she made it in.
“Good shot, Jess,” Sam said, removing the ball and tossing it into the water cup on his side of the table. “So, are we really not going to talk about it?”
“Chug bitch!” Jessica joked with a big grin on her face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam replied, raising the cup to his lips, his eyes met Castiel’s gaze. “Well…” he sighed when his beer was gone.
“You seem to have something on your mind. What don’t you go first?”
Sam scoffed a chuckle, shaking his head. “Is that what you want? For me to ditch Barbie?”
Castiel shrugged, ‘fuck it,’ he thought, heart pounding against his rib cage. “Would you, if I said yes?”
“Yes!”
Castiel’s head turned when he heard the plop of her ball and the cheer coming from Meg’s lips, wishing she wasn’t the one who said it.
The boys were losing; they had two cups to Jess and Meg’s four. Not that Sam cared about the game at all. He needed answers, and Castiel wasn’t giving him anything. Maybe he didn’t feel the same.
“So, if you did say yes and I did leave Jess, then what?”
Castiel glanced back over his shoulder, ball still in hand. “What would you want to happen next?”
Sam smiled. “Just tell me what you want, Castiel.”
“What do you think I want?” he quipped with a chuckle.
Sam joined in his laughter. “You are fucking impossible, you know that?”
“Come on, Cas! Shoot already!”
Castiel turned back to the girls, putting the ball in another cup.
“Honestly, Sam,” Castiel muttered, eyes staying on the table. “Whatever you would want to happen.”
“Come on, Baby,” Jess cheered.
Sam sighed, stepping back up to the table, trying to focus as the battle raged in his head.
“You okay, Sam?”
“Peachy,” he told her, tossing the ball into the air, bouncing off the table, nowhere near a cup.
“Wah wah wah,” Meg mocked, stepping up and taking out the last cup the boys had on the board. “How does it feel to be on the winning team, Jess?”
Jessica’s head lifted as she let out a belly laugh, “Feels pretty good,”
“Just so you know, this conversation isn’t over.”
Castiel gave Sam a sideways glance after he finished his drink. “Ah, I think it is, Sammy.”
Sam's eyes followed Castiel's nod, finding his girlfriend swaggering over to him, hips swaying to the best of the music.
“Come on, Sam.” She grabbed his hands and started pulling him, “Dance with me.”
“You know I don’t dance, Jess,” he protested, but followed her to the crowd that gathered around once Luis drove his truck onto the sand.
“Are you going to tell me what you and Cas were fighting about this time?”
Sam huffed, “We weren’t fighting.”
“Sure looked like fighting from where I was sitting.”
Castiel watched as Jessica forced Sam over to the dancing swarm of people, her ass grinding all over his groin.
“So, pre-med, huh?” Meg questioned, holding out a bottle of beer when she approached him.
“Yep. Thanks.”
“Why a doctor?”
“Why a criminal defense attorney?” he countered with a grin.
“A lot of people are wrongfully accused, and sometimes those people feel like they don’t have a voice. I am going to give them that voice,” she explained before taking a drink from the bottle still in her hand.
“Hm, that's a different insight on the matter.” Meg nodded with raised brows, like she was still waiting for his answer. “When I was younger, I witnessed a bombing not too far from where I was, bodies lying everywhere, people screaming for help with very few who could actually step in and do so. I decided right then I was going to save lives, one at a time. Be able to help the wounded, heal them if I can.”
“So you're like a saint.”
“Ha, far from that.” His eyes never shifted from his best friend; he felt the rage bubble when Sam shot him his flirty smile with a wink. “You wanna get outta here?”
“Shhh!” Balthazar hissed, leaning against the bedroom door. “Castiel has a girl in there.”
“No way!” Sam sneered, marching over to shove his ear against the wood to listen for himself.
“Fuck…“ Castiel moaned.
“You like that?” Meg whispered, leaning into his ear, continuing the rocking motion with her hips as she straddled him.
“Yes…”
She giggled, taking his earlobe into her mouth, making him inhale sharply when her teeth raked against the sensitive flesh. “Aw, what’s the matter, baby? You don’t like it rough?”
“Did I say that?” he taunted, feeling her plump lips moving down his neck.
"Fuck," he hissed when her teeth raked over the sensitive skin of his nipple, quickly calming the sting with her tongue right after. His dick twitched with anticipation; he could tell she would be very good with that mouth.
Meg let out a soft gasp when she felt his fingers grip her hair, guiding her down faster.
"Well, someone is rather impatient," she teased, pulling down his jeans after getting them undone. "You wanna feel my mouth that bad?"
"Yes…" Castiel half groaned, half begged as Meg started stroking his shaft.
"You wanna make me gag with this big fucking cock of yours?" she continued to taunt, flicking the tip with her tongue.
"Fuck Meg… Quit… Teasing."
He reared his head back into the pillow, closing his eyes when he felt the hot wetness.
Sam’s lips wrapped around his dick, enveloping every inch of him. Castiel’s breathy pants became more unstable as his head started to bob. God, his mouth felt so fucking good. Castiel squirmed, trying to calm the tension that was already building inside him.
Castiel tried to think of something else; he wanted to make this last as long as possible. But he knew with the lack of action and the image of Sam swallowing him whole, it would be damn near fucking impossible not to come.
“Right… there,” Castiel whined, one hand gripping the sheets, his other fingers clenching Sam’s hair. “Fuck!” he cried out when the vibrations from his chuckle sent shivers up his spine, the tension soaring to its peak.
Slurping noises filled the air as Meg quickened the pace. She knew Cas was close when the salty taste of precome glided over her taste buds. Castiel let out another whimper when she cupped his balls and started massaging.
“Sam… I’m gonna-”
A shudder rippled through his body as Castiel felt his warm, sticky seed fill the mouth that was still sucking his cock.
Meg wiped the corners of he mouth as she brought her head up, and he rubbed his eyes with a guilty sigh. Cas knew the last thought had blurted out of his mouth. “Meg… I-”
“It’s okay,” Meg said, getting to her feet... “I kinda had a feeling you were into him.” She searched for her shirt and bra that had been thrown somewhere on the floor.
Castiel stayed silent, but she could see the guilt written all over his face. “Seriously, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, Castiel,” Meg said, pulling her shirt down over her torso. “For what it’s worth, I think he likes you, too.”
“Right…” Castiel scoffed. “Even if he does, Jess will never be out of the picture.”
“Never say never.”
Sam fell backwards, letting his weight crash down on his bed. He couldn't believe it — what the hell was so special about Meg? That should have been him in there, him making Castiel’s voice say his name, him making Cas feel better than anyone else could.
“I told you,” Jessica snickered, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Told me what, Jessica?”
“I told you she was perfect for him,” she told him, lying on her side next to him, sweeping his long bangs from his forehead. “That is the first time I have even seen Cas with a girl.”
“That doesn’t mean they are perfect for each other,” he countered.
“No, but it’s a pretty fucking obvious they like each other.”
“I guess.”
“You should be happy for him.”
“I am, he’s just been through a lot of shit. Doesn’t need to be hurt again.”
“I get it,” she huffed, “but maybe you should give Meg a chance, if Castiel is willing to.”
Sam couldn’t deny that she had a point. If Castiel was willing to act like nothing had happened, that Sam hadn’t basically asked him if he wanted to be with him, well then Sam could too. He had managed to stifle his feelings for Cas this long; he was a fucking pro at it.
Sam grinned as he rolled onto his side, facing his girlfriend.
“What?” she giggled.
“Has anyone told you how pretty you are today?” he asked, sliding his finger along her jawline.
“No, I don’t think so… Not even my damn boyfriend," she teased.
“Ah, what a dick,” he quipped, and dipping his head, he captured her lips with his own.
Jessica deepened his kiss and pulled him on top of her, moaning when his groin brushed against her core.
“Is there any way you could forgive him?” he whispered, thrusting his hips, making another groan escape her lips.
“Mmm… Maybe.”
“Maybe?!” he parroted. His lips continued down after he scrunched the fabric of her shirt up to her collarbone. “What if he filled that pretty little pussy of yours… Just the way you like it.”
She inhaled sharply when his teeth scraped the delicate skin just above her bra. “I think that might just do the trick, Sammy…”
His teeth sank further into the flesh, making her cry out. “You know I hate that.”
“And…” she challenged with a jump of her brows.
“Oh, are we feeling bratty tonight?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, licking her lips when his mouth reached her stomach. “Maybe.”
“You know what happens when you're bratty…”
“What are you gonna do…” she continued, provoking him with a grin. “Sammy?”
He scoffed as he raised his upper body and grabbed behind one of her knees, crashing his weight on her back once he rolled Jess onto her stomach.
“You asked for it, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, before he lifted off of her.
A gasp caught in her throat when his fingers gripped her hips and pulled, bringing her up on all fours.
His fingers traced up her thigh, grabbing the denim hem of her flared mini skirt and flipping it onto her back. She bucked her hips forward, purring praises of his name as she relished in the sting his hand left on her ass.
“Is that what you want?” Sam taunted, circling his fingers against her clit through he silky white panties. “You want that sass fucked right out of you?”
“If you think-” A loud whine cut off her words when Sam slapped her ass again.
“Try again, princess,” Sam remarked, dragging his finger through her glistening folds after pushing the silk aside. “Judging by how fucking wet you are right now, I would say that’s exactly what you want…”
“It’s all for you, baby.”
“Tell me you want me,” Sam demanded, pushing two fingers deep inside her.
"I want... you," Castiel told him, looking over his shoulder. A growl rippled through Sam's chest when Cas bucked his hips backward.
“How bad?”
“So fucking. bad… Please… Sam,” Castiel moaned as Sam’s fingers pumped in and out, stretching his walls.
“I told you, you would be begging for it,” Sam snickered, pulling the zipper of his jeans down after unbuttoning them.
Jessica whimpered when Sam withdrew his fingers. “Do you need help?” she asked when she heard him fumbling with the foil condom wrapper.
“I got it.”
“Come on, Sam, give it to me.”
Sam felt his breath hitch when he lined the tip of his dick with his hole, letting out a loud groan as he slowly pushed his way inside, burying himself deep inside of Castiel.
“Mmmm… So fucking tight, baby,” Sam moaned.
Thrusting slowly at first, allowing Cas to adjust to his size. When he reared his hips back, Sam knew he was ready, fingers tightening around his hips. Sam quickened his pace, making sweet noises come out of Castiel’s mouth.
“Harder!”
Sam heard Jessica's voice as he watched Castiel's lips move. He groaned loudly, pounding his hips as hard as he could. Castiel clenched around him, making the tension in his spine begin to build.
His attention snapped back to reality when he reached his hand around her hips, wishing he had found Castiel's hard, thick cock instead. His finger traced circles as he chased her climax. "Come on, come for me, baby.”
Pleasure seared through Jessica's veins as Sam buried himself deep inside, stretching her walls just right, the tip hitting that sweet spot when he started pumping in and out of her. "Fuck... Sam… I'm gonna," she managed through loud moans. The tension in her stomach threatened to burst at any second.
Another growl roared through the air when Castiel's walls pulsated on his cock, Sam couldn't stop, couldn't hold back anymore; he needed to come, needed to fill Castiel's hole to the fucking brim.
With one more deep plunge, he felt the rubber around him expand, trapping his warm, pearly seed inside.
Castiel was jolted awake by the loud growling of the blender and looked over to the digital clock on his nightstand. There was only one person he could think of that would be blending what he would guess to be a smoothie at 7 am on a Saturday.
“Fucking Winchester!” Gabriel wailed, bringing the pillow that had been under his head to the top, trying to block the noise of the blender, earning a chuckle from Cas.
“Must you blend so loudly?” Balthazar yelled his question, walking into the common room of the suite.
“Every morning I make a protein smoothie, and every morning you come out here asking the same damn question,” Sam quipped back once he turned the appliance off, filling one of his gym shakers.
“Yes, but do you have to do it every morning?” Balthazar asked, making his way to the already brewed pot of coffee.
“Oh, please, Bart,” Castiel said. Sam’s eyes looked him up and down as he walked into the kitchen wearing only his tight-as-sin boxer briefs. “You know the world would implode if Sam didn’t have his morning protein fix,” he teased, winking at Sam as he walked past him to the fridge.
“You guys wanna keep talkin’ shit, you can make your own damn coffee.”
“We wouldn’t need coffee if you would let us sleep in for once,” Cas continued his hazing, grabbing the carton of creamer and shutting the fridge behind him.
Every hair on Sam’s body rose when Castiel stepped beside him, basically fucking naked. His fingers gripped the handle of the blender’s pitcher, fighting every urge he had right now.
Balthazar slid a mug in Castiel’s direction, “Don’t worry, I left enough room for your creamer.”
“Thanks,” Castiel smirked, leaning over the bar, sticking out his ass more than necessary to retrieve it. “Are you still going to the Sigma mixer today, B?”
“You are joining a fraternity?!” Sam interjected, stealing a glance at that tight ass bent over the countertop.
“Dear god, no,” Balthazar snubbed, taking a sip of his coffee. “My interest was the free booze and hot babes.”
Sam scoffed a laugh, “Always about the hot babes with you, man whores.”
“Okay then, Mr. Too Whipped to have some fun,” he quipped back, setting his still too hot brew down. “What about you, Cas?” Sam’s ears perked. “You going to invite the lovely young lady that had you up all night?”
“One, it was not all night,” Castiel countered, stirring the cream into his coffee.
“Just most of it,” Sam muttered, so soft that Castiel barely caught it.
“And probably not.”
“Aw, what, you and Meg aren’t the perfect match after all?” Sam challenged with raised eyebrows, taking a gulp of his smoothie.
“Not exactly.”
“Well, Castiel, you know what they say…” Balthazar said, lifting off the barstool and grabbing his cup of coffee. “More bitches in the sea.”
Castiel’s head lifted as a belly laugh boomed from his throat, not missing the roll of Sam’s eyes. “I don’t think that’s the actual wording, but I guess close enough.”
“So what happened?” Sam asked, turning to Cas when Balthazar closed his bedroom door behind him. “From the noises I heard you making last night, it seemed like you guys were really hitting it off.”
Castiel sat his mug on the bar and faced him. “Aw, Sammy, you sound jealous.”
“And what if I am?”
“We’re not playing the what-if game again,” Castiel rebuked and started to turn, planning on walking out of the kitchen. He stopped when he felt Sam’s hand grab his wrist. He looked back at his friend.
Sam's heart fluttered when their eyes met. “Good,” he murmured, pulling Castiel's body against his own, “because I don’t want to.”
His heart thumped against his rib cage, on the verge of exploding when Sam’s lips captured his, one hand resting on the small of his back, the other cupping Castiel’s cheek.
A soft growl rumbled in Sam’s chest when Cas gripped his hair, deepening the already fiery kiss. When his lips parted, Sam took the invitation. A sweet moan hummed into his mouth once he rolled his tongue against Castiel’s.
Their foreheads rested against each other, both of them trying to catch their breath. Sam’s hand moved down to join the other, the corners of Castiel’s mouth quirked up when his arms tightened around him, bringing his lips back for a quick peck.
"Okay," Sam whispered, stealing another kiss. "I'll do it."
The sound of feet hitting the floor made Cas flinch back, already missing the feeling of Sam’s embrace.
Sam leaned back on the counter behind him, grinning from ear to ear as he looked Castiel up and down.
“Do what?” Castiel questioned with furrowed brows.
“Get rid of-”
“Hey, guys!” Jessica’s bubbly shouts stole Sam’s attention, cutting off his words.
“Good morning, Jess,” Castiel said.
“I see someone has already made coffee,” she chirped, making her way to the pot. “Thanks, baby.”
“Yep,” Sam said, raising his smoothie back to his lips.
Castiel pushed the cream in her direction when Jess swaggered over to the bar, filled mug in hand. “Thank you, Cas.”
He nodded, sipping from his own cup, coffee hardly warm at this point.
“So… I talked to Meg this morning.”
Cas saw her eyebrows waggle behind the rim of her cup. “Oh yeah?”
“Not this shit already, Jess.”
“Sure did,” she continued, ignoring Sam’s protest. “She told me that she had a lot of fun last night.” She grinned when Castiel gestured for her to continue. “She thinks you're funny, cute, and just the right size.”
Sam’s eyebrows arched almost to his hairline. “Just the right size, huh?!”
Castiel chuckled, a pink hue tinted his cheeks, making Sam grin bigger. “Shut up, Sam,” he said, not taking his attention away from Jess. “What else did she say?”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t think it’s the love connection she is letting on, Jess,” Sam voiced, earning a dirty look from Cas.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s… not the right fit,” Castiel told her.
“I don’t get it, Cas, I find the perfect girl for you and you-” her word trailed off, her eyes going wide. “You like someone.”
“No.”
“Oh, you do,” she bounced in her seat. “Who is is?”
"Jess, leave him alone," Sam said, trying not to smile. "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."
Castiel stared at the ceiling of his bedroom while the headphones connected to his iPod filled his ears with House Of Glass.
He really wanted to finish the conversation from this morning, wanted to see Sam's stupid, handsome face again. Wanted to weave his lips with those stupid, soft, plump lips again, feel Sam's tongue glide across his own, sending those sweet shivers down his spine again.
Castiel took in a deep breath, letting it out through his lips, making a motor sound as they vibrated, really hoping it wasn't just a one-time thing.
The sudden movement of the door swinging open caught his eye, and he could see Gabriel’s lips moving, only catching the words scream and end. “Wait… what?” Cas asked, removing his headphones.
“Have they been like this all day?” Gabriel probed.
Cas's brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?” he asked, planting his feet on the ground, but once he got closer to the door, he could hear it.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Sam?”
Gabriel’s eyebrows rose when Cas turned to him. “Do you know what they're fighting about?”
“It’s not our business, Gabe,” Cas told him, still staring at the SW on Sam's door like it would help him hear better. “But it only sounds like one of them is pissed.”
Both of them jumped when something crashed against the door, causing it to rattle on its hinges.
“Wonder what he did this time…” Gabriel commented, ducking back into their room.
“Hard to tell, she does tend to get pissed over stupid things.”
“I can not believe this!” Castiel heard before sidling back to his bed with an uneasy feeling bubbling in his stomach.
“Jess, I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?! After everything we've been through, you tell me you are in love with someone else, and then you say I’m sorry? Like it’s just supposed to magically make it all okay?” she snapped, cramming clothes into a duffel.
“I wasn’t trying to magically make everything better,” he told her. “I was trying to be honest.”
“Did you know before you fucked me last night?” Sam stayed silent, eyes still on the floor. “Well.. Did you?”
“Yes,” he sighed
“How long?”
Sam’s head snapped up to her, his face riddled with confusion.
She scoffed. “How long did you know you were in love with someone else?”
“A while,” Sam confessed. “Look, it’s not like I planned this.”
She slung the strap of the duffel over her shoulder. “Yeah, well, it’s okay, not like you were honest about it when you realized it either.”
“Hey,” Gabriel called when he saw Jessica walk past. He jumped from his bed and rushed out to the common room. “You all right?”
Her hand stopped mid-turn at the hallway door, “I’m fine, Gabe.”
“Jess, what did he do?”
Jessica knew if she turned around, she would have a bigger problem on her hands. “I said I’m fine, Gabriel. Just fucking let it go,” she insisted, slamming the door behind her when she stepped into the hall.
“Um, you wanna tell me what the fuck that was about?”
Gabriel swallowed hard, trying to push the shame down. “I was her friend too, Sam.”
“Yeah…”
“What happened?”
“Oh, you mean, what did I do?” Sam retorted with a quirked eyebrow.
“I-I didn’t-”
“Save it, Gabe…” Sam said, pulling the door closed behind him. Approaching his bed, he let his body collapse onto it. With a deep sigh, he tried letting go of it all, but he wasn’t sure if the worst of it was over. “Gabriel, I said save it, now go away!” he yelled in reply to the knock on his door.
“Do I still have to go away if I’m not Gabriel?” Castiel quipped through the door. Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.
“If I said yes, would you?”
“Probably not.”
Sam shook his head; he wasn’t surprised. “Well then, it’s unlocked.”
Castiel pushed the door open after turning the knob, “You all right there, champ?” Castiel asked, still leaning on the doorframe.
“Champ?”
“Yes, you see people often refer to others as champ when they have gone through a difficult situation. It’s a term of encouragement or a form of condescension,” Castiel explained, trying to keep a straight face.
Sam rolled his eyes with a smile. “Nerd.”
“Ah, do I need to explain the kettle and the pot idiom, now?”
Sam’s smile faded. “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”
Castiel pushed off the wood with a huffed exhale and sat on the bed next to his friend. “I know.”
“I should have told her sooner.”
Castiel wondered, but didn’t dare ask. “Probably.”
“You really know how to make a difficult situation better, don’t you?”
“Look, Sam, should you have told her sooner? Perhaps, but you are human. At least you told her now and not ten years from now. Yes, the whole thing could have been handled better; it also could have been handled a whole lot worse. You live, you learn, and you try to move on.”
“That’s insightful.”
“I have my moments.”
Day by day, the drama over Sam leaving Jessica for Castiel finally lost its traction. And his guilt trips about how happy he was now with Cas had finally stopped when Gabriel grew a pair. It seemed like Gabe could make her happy in ways that Sam couldn’t. And he was okay with that. When you find you the one, you just know.
“Whatcha thinking about, Sammy?” Castiel asked when Sam’s fingers stopped combing through his hair.
“Nothin’.”
“Now try again with the truth.”
Sam watched Castiel's head bounce with his chest as he chuckled. “All right, what if I said I was thinking about rolling your ass over and going for round two?” he quipped back.
“Well… what the hell are you waitin’ on?” Castiel challenged with a raise of his brows, resting his chin on Sam's chest.
In one quick movement, Castiel’s back was flat on the bed, and his eyes roamed over Sam's body as he loomed above him. Deep chestnut strands tickled his face when Sam closed the distance between their lips, making Cas sigh as his tongue pushed through his lips in needy exploration.
“Hard for me already, baby?” Sam whispered, feeling Castiel’s erection against him through the thin fabric of his boxers.
“Always,” Cas smirked, his fingers tracing along Sam’s hips. “But it looks like I’m not the only one,” he taunted and started stroking Sam's cock, getting him harder by the second.
“Kinda hard… Mmm… Not to be with… You underneath me,” Sam managed through his moans.
“Oh yeah?” Cas challenged.
Sam whined when his hand stopped, leaning back with furrowed brows when Castiel started to sit up, pushing Sam off of him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Castiel said, grabbing Sam’s shoulders. Cas turned them and shoved his back to the mattress, bringing his leg over to straddle Sam. “Just wanted to see how hard you got with me on top of you.”
Sam’s chuckles turned into whiny moans when Cas rolled his hips, rubbing Sam’s dick with his own. “Fuck… Cas.”
Another smirk twisted on Castiel’s face. He loved it, loved the way Sam said his name, loved the way he could make him feel good, loved that after all these years that Sam was finally his.
Sam's eyes followed as Cas stood up, making him laugh when he started dramatically swaying his hips to shimmy out of his underwear. “You’re a dork.”
“Yes, but you love me,” Castiel teased.
“What if I said I do?”
Every fiber in Castiel’s body stiffened, “You love me? Like love me, love me?”
“I thought that was kind of obvious,” Sam smiled. Snatching Castiel’s wrist, he pulled his dork back on him on top of him. “Yes, Castiel, I am completely, utterly, head over heels-”
“All right, Winchester.”
Sam continued, ignoring his words. “In love with you.”
“Yeah?” Castiel murmured, leaning into his ear, with another roll of his hips.
“Mhmm,” Sam groaned, gripping Castiel’s bare hips.
“Show me.”
“My pleasure…” Sam cooed, and with a shift of his weight, Castiel was on his back again. His jaw dropped open from the smug smile when Sam’s hand started gliding up and down his length, and, not missing a beat, Sam leaned and grabbed the bottle of lube that had fallen on the floor during round one. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes… Please, Sam,” Castiel pleaded, the pleasure shuddering through him, intensified when Sam switched hands, his moans mixed with squelches from the warm lube filled the air.
Sam pumped himself a few more times, making sure he would be nice and slippery for Cas. He took in a deep breath as he pushed in slowly, watching Castiel for any sign of pain in his face, but finding nothing but pure ecstasy, with a praise of his name through those pretty lips when he bottomed out inside of Castiel.
Castiel opened his eyes, meeting Sam’s when his hips stopped, letting both of them adjust. Moaning again when Sam bent towards him, crashing their lips together.
“Fuck... Cas. You feel so good,” Sam cried out, slowly moving his hips again. “So tight… So fucking… perfect,” he whispered in Castiel's ear.
Cas sucked in a deep breath. “Sam…” he whined, feeling the tension in his spine start to build. “I-I love you too.”
“I know, baby,” Sam reassured him, staring into those shimmering ocean eyes. “I will always be here.” He wiped the tears from Castiel's cheek as they started to roll. “No matter what, Cas, I'm yours.”
Cas grabbed the back of his neck, bringing Sam's lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss. He knew Sam would never leave him, but hearing it now made another tear spill from his eye.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“I can stop.”
“Don't you fucking dare,” Cas demanded, and with a clenched hand on Sam's hips, pulled him back down, making a growl tear from his throat as his cock plunged deeper.
“Fuck… Cas,” he wailed, rising to his knees.
The tension in Castiel's spine soared to its peak when Sam's hand palmed his shaft in perfect rhythm with his hips.
Sam groaned again when Castiel started to pulsate around him. He could tell he was close. “Come on, Cas,” Sam coaxed. “Let go for me.”
With a loud moan, the tension in Castiel’s spine snapped, shooting the white, thick strands across his stomach.
Sam smiled when Castiel looked up at him,
“Your turn, baby,”
Sam’s thrusts came harder as he chased his own climax now. “Is this what you want, Castiel?” Sam asked as he pounded into him. “You want me to… come for you?”
“Yes.. Fill me… up, Sam!”
Another growl rippled through the air in response, and with a deep thrust, Sam felt his hot, sticky come ooze around him. “Damn… babe,” Sam huffed through breathy pants, collapsing on top of Cas once he had pulled out.
Castiel couldn’t help but smile, raking his fingers through Sam’s hair as they lay there. It was nice, peaceful, even like the outside world didn’t exist. It was him and Sam, the one person he actually believed would never leave him, the boy he had been longing for so many years, was finally his. And nothing else mattered.