Before you start reading this chapter let me say that no, Cas is not THAT stupid and he indeed has those kind of instincts, but you will see what's going on at the end, so just please keep reading.(You will realize what I'm talking about at some point, I just don't want anyone to think that I made a stupid teen from Cas. I did NOT. In the contrary actually...)

And one more thing, my 20. birthday will be tomorrow (03.05.) so I'd like to ask you to surprise me with lovely comments, pretty please :) You can have a slice from my mom-made birthday cake. It's gonna be kinda like as delicious as Cas AND Dean with whipped-cream and chocolate sauce on them... *.*

NO BETA READING - PLEAS READ MY A/N AT THE END, I'm sure you can't concentrate on me now, so I let you all read... :)

Get that frazzled teddy and sit into that confy chair, because this chapter my dears, will leave you wet and shaking.

Go on, have some fun!

Liz

3. Apprentice

Dean had to read every line at least four times when finally he understood that this text was completely useless for him. He turned a few pages then started reading again. His fingers moved to his neck, searching unconsciously for the spot, he was touching the whole morning. He could read the first half of the sentence before his thumb find the hickey on the base of his neck then his mind shut down again and he couldn't concentrate on the book anymore.

He was back at the motel, right under the shower with Cas, kissing, biting, hands caressing and in his fantasies he went to those places where he never were before, touching hard, silk covered member, not just with his hands, but also with his tongue…

"Shit…" He groaned, as he noticed he almost ripped out a few pages from the book, because he was holding it so strong.

He rubbed his forehead and leaned back on the comfortable library chair. He spent the whole morning here, reading all he could find about unusual death in the local history and supernatural creatures which may cause the unnatural events he read on the papers this morning. Sam was doing the same thing, only he was at a Net Café or something, where he could use WiFi, searching through the internet about the same topic, trying to find out who was killing the local women. Unfortunately this little library didn't have computer access so they had to split up.

Dean looked around searching for someone. He found his man a few meters away, at the back of a line, reading something, concentrating hard.

When he was young, he did have sometimes sex in libraries. He liked the feeling that someone might walk on them and also, the peace and quite here. If he had sex in a library he had to be very careful, he had to hold himself back, he couldn't be so vocal, so loud as he usually was during sex, he had to shut up and be as silent as possible. And it was hard for him. Maybe that was why he liked it so much.

He looked around again but this time he didn't just watched the few people walking around or reading but actually considered how far away they were, what might be the chances that they'd walk on them if he just went to Castiel and have some hot, fierce enthusiastic but silent sex with him under the last shelf of, let's say, 'XIX. Century Romantic Literature; Byron, Coleridge, Wordsworth, etc'.

Even thought the environment suggested that he and Cas could easily do the mentioned action, he didn't moved. He still wasn't sure how the angel would handle a conversation starting with, "Hey Cas, I have an erection every time I see you because I can't think of anything else when you're around just to how much I wanna thrust into you're hard ass. You don't mind, do you?" Yes, they did kiss last night, and it was one hell of a kiss, but Castiel was drunk. Dean could remember at least fifty things he wished he hadn't done in his life while being drunk so there was a chance that Castiel, while being drunk second time in his whole existence, did something he didn't really want to do, or only want to do it because of curiosity. So maybe this wasn't really the conversation either of them wanted right now. As far as Dean knew, Cas was still a virgin, and most probably just got his first kiss last night.

This thought again, made his mind wander far away from monsters and killed women, because he just had to wonder how incredibly talented Cas could be in sex if that kiss yesterday was really his first one. Because that was indeed one hell of a kiss. Just perfect.

When Dean realized that Castiel just got his most probably first kiss and he didn't even remember he became a bit sad. First kisses, even if this sounded a bit soppy, were things people should remember. Half of him wanted to make Cas remember of what had happened under the shower, tell him how ardent he was, how eager he was to make Dean stay. But the other half of him, that half who still felt awkward and, yes, even guilty of the situation, wanted to burry the memory deep under the surface.

Interesting, he never felt guilty over kissing someone before. Maybe it was because this really meant something to him. He couldn't deny it anymore, no matter how much he wanted. He knew if he ever in his life could touch Castiel in the ways he wanted right now, he would never let him go again. Even after this one kiss, when he looked at other women, really pretty women in fact, he didn't feel that tingling in his stomach anymore. He looked at them, noted their beauty and that was all. But when he looked at Castiel, at his so well-known face, he felt the tingling, not just in his stomach but also lower, and he could almost see the Beast living inside him, pacing like an imprisoned tiger in his cage. All that, just by looking at Cas's face. He didn't dare to think about what could happen if Cas was lying under him… naked.

He had to shift in the seat to adjust his tight jeans. They started getting way too thigh again. Dean started to wonder how many times he could have an erection before simply coming to his pants just by looking at Cas's ass.

And it wasn't just the handsome face or the great body, not even the firm ass and long limbs. The whole guy was like a magnet to him and he really couldn't resist for much more. Now, as he was over the denial-part of his… crush, he could easily remember when this whole thing started. It wasn't actually in the bar with that asshole guy, but about a month before. When he was badly injured and Castiel, grabbing him before falling to the ground, held him in his arms, strongly but still gently. He still didn't understood how was that possible, but he knew at that moment that even though he had been at the edge of loosing his consciousness Castiel easily handled his weight however Dean couldn't feel any pain while being between the strong arms.

It felt like home, he remembered back. Any maybe it was. It should have been. Anyway, what he felt around Cas surely wasn't just lust but something deeper. Not simply friendship because you didn't really want to go to bed with your best friend, asking him to hold you tight, whisper gentle, quiet words to you until you can get the sleep your body craved for so long. No, you ask your friend to get drunk with you, or help you get sleeping pills if you don't have to cash for it, but you don't do cuddling. At least he didn't.

So what was Cas to him? The Love Of His Life? His Happily Ever After? Sounded sloppy and a bit ironic with an apocalypse happening right around them.

He looked at the man who occupied his mind recently.

Castiel looked like he was lost in the book he was reading but then he raised his gaze, his eyes turned right at Dean like he'd feel that he was watched. He closed the book he was holding and put it back to the shelf, already taking out another one. Curiously he opened it up somewhere and started reading.

Dean stood up. He knew that recently his mind was way too filled with Cas, so he couldn't concentrate on the book he had to read. Maybe after talking a bit to Cas, it'd be better. After passing denial, he really should stop lying to himself as well…

Castiel turned away from him, so he didn't noticed as he stepped behind him. Peeping over his shoulders, Dean looked at the book Castiel was so interested in. His jaw fell open. It wasn't a book about supernatural creatures or local history or anything related to their work for that matter.

"What the hell are you reading, Cas?"

"Dean!" Cas cried out closing the book right away. "I didn't hear you coming."

"Obviously you didn't. Because if you do, I'm sure you won't let me read into that book. Give it to me."

Castiel held the book like a child holds his most important treasure when someone wants to take it away: pressed firmly to his chest with two hands, close to his heart.

"No." Came a juvenile reaction.

"Castiel. Give it me." Dean reached his hand and he knew he was going to get the book, because Cas didn't really have anything to lose. Dean saw the title and he could find another copy easily in the library. That was a different question if he would ever dare to go to the librarian and ask her help to find the book.

Castiel, slowly and carefully as possible, placed the simple white volume into his hand and stepped a bit back. Dean expected him to run away but as they stood at the back of the line, there where no place for Cas to go.

Dean opened the book where it was opened before. He looked at the pages then back at Castiel. Then back at the pages.

It was an old, how to have sex book. Not like a Kama Sutra or something, more like the version read by seven years old kids, who doesn't even understand what they see but still find it extremely funny because of the ridiculous illustrations and "filthy" descriptions which were actually not even filthy at all.

The main title of the chapter Castiel was reading was 'Self pleasuring'. Just like that, Dean's body heat started rising.

"Why would you read something like this?" He asked suspiciously. He really didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear.

When he didn't hear any kind of answer, he looked up. The look on Castiel's face said something like 'You really cannot be that stupid Dean. What do you think why did I read it.' Or maybe just 'Piss off.' He couldn't decide.

"You can't be serious. What on earth do you want to learn from a book like this?" He asked waving with the mentioned book.

"Information." Castiel said simply.

"From a book? Specially from a book like this?" Dean raised the book up one more time before shoving it to the bottom shelf, murmuring something about 'fire' and 'burn'.

"Look Dean," Castiel lowered his voice, he was almost whispering. He sounded desperate. "I feel this urge in me and I need information about how to… ease it…"

"But… from a book?"

"Where else could I get information about this particular topic?" Cas snapped angry.

"I don't know, use your instincts as every other man does!"

"Let me remind you Dean, that in the past few thousands years I was an angel. I do not have these kinds of instincts." Cas explained as if talking to a child.

"Oh… well… But still, com'on Cas…" Dean groaned with a painful face, pointing down at the ominous book. "That's just so…"

"Oh yeah, I should have just asked you."

Dean's eyes snapped back at Cas. They get a bit too close to that welcoming topic he was thinking about a few minutes earlier. Maybe Cas could actually handle that kind of topic quite well… At least much better than Dean ever thought…

He remained in silence for a few seconds then his mouth opened by itself.

"Maybe you should have."

He could clearly see as Castiel blushed. He thought it was because of his answer. However it turned out that Cas had something more blushing to say.

"Then show it to me."

"Cas, did you just ask me to…"

"Yes, I did." Cas cut in, not even letting Dean finish. Dean had to admit, that was good, because he really didn't know how he wanted to finish that sentence. "These books worth nothing, I need to see it."

"You want me to… to… and you want to watch me while…?" Dean knew his cheeks were way redder than Cas's and also knew that some other changes happened in his body during this short conversation. His jeans became extremely tight.

"Yes." Came a simple, determined answer, which made the hunter's cock jerk in his pants.

"Fuck Cas, you cannot just ask me to…" Dean lowered his voice even more and he was surprised that he still hared it. "…touch myself while you're watching me. You just can't ask that."

The piercing blue eyes drove into his green ones as Castiel spoke up quietly.

"Then touch me."

Now, that was rather something he could do for a friend, wasn't it?

o.O.o

He stood at the motel door, Castiel was already inside. It was still early afternoon, only 3 pm which meant they had three more hours before they had to meet with Sam at the local bar at sixish.

Dean closed the door behind him and turned the key.

This wasn't happening.

He walked to the windows and darkened the room. Next moment he found himself face to face with Cas, a bit too close. But considering where they were heading, there wasn't any 'too close' anymore. But he had to be careful. On the way here, Cas talked him about the 'urge' he felt, Dean knew the feeling very well. Recently he and Sexual Frustration became very good friends.

Anyway, they made an unsaid promise about this wouldn't change their relationship and although Dean promised to himself that he was going to stick to The Plan (it's original title was 'Helping Cas Learn How To Masturbate Without Making It Too Obvious For Him How Much I Want To Make Him Scream Loudly While I Am Thrusting Into His Ass v.1.1 ' but it was too long even in his mind so he made it shorter and called it simply as 'The Plan'), he already knew it was going to be really hard.

"How do you… what shall I do?" Castiel asked anxiously.

Get naked. Lie down. Scream loud.

"You should get off your clothes, if you don't want to mess them up." Dean suggested, but then he realized that that would mean a very naked Castiel next to him. And that was something he definitely wouldn't be able to resist. But then again, he was just about to teach the guy how to jerk off. How would he be able to resist any situation here? "Leave your pants on." He turned after Cass, who nodded and started removing the several layer of upper clothing.

Dean walked to the bathroom and came out with a towel. For Cas's questioning look he only answered, "You gonna need it after you're done."

He sat at the edge of the bed and watched his friend from there as he unbuttoned his shirt. Dean let out a little gasp. That was the first time when The Plan failed. Then Cas kicked down his shoes and socks as well. So did Dean, and when he looked up he could catch the moment when the snow-white shirt slid down from Cas's shoulders, falling silently to the ground. This time, it was a louder groan and The Plan failed the second time.

Castiel sat down next to Dean and gave him a meaningful look.

"You know, you can back off anytime." Dean said gently. "It's okay if you'd rather do this alone."

"This is as well true of you. Just say if you have problems with this, I do understand that what I am asking you to do is quite embarrassing for you."

"Nah, I'm okay with it. I was in much more worse situations, even more times than necessary."

"I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"Cas, you can't take advantage of someone, who volunteered…" Dean smiled.

His smile must convince Cas as well, because he took a deep breath and asked, "Alright then, what comes next?''

"Well… I assume you lie down."

Castiel sat back at the other side of the king sized bed and lied down. His hands crossed on his chest, legs crossed at his ankle, head tilted towards Dean, waiting patiently.

Dean changed his position as well. He was lying on his side, leaning on his hand, his right hand free this way, so he could easily reach out for Castiel. He was only inches away from the other man.

"We have two options," the hunter said. "Either I only tell you what to do or I also show it to you. Which one do you want me to…do?"

"The second option, I think." Castiel said hesitantly.

"Alright then… khm… Let's… Let's start, then." When Dean saw Castiel nodding slightly, he went on. "You don't get right to the point, you go slowly. First just get in the right mood, if you're anxious or I dunno, sad, it won't be the same. Close your eyes, try to calm yourself, take some deep breathes, things like this. Okay good," His voice automatically lower after hearing Castiel taking deep breathes just as he told him. "now I'm going to touch you, just barely, lightly and you're going to do the same thing."

His right went over Castiel's peaceful arm, and he brushed his fingers gently over the warm skin. He draw circles, triangles, stripes and every other motives over the white flesh and he saw Cas's left rise over his own chest doing almost the same motions as his fingers. Lightly as their fingers were only feathers, they both caressed Cas's warm body.

"Good, now explore your body, just like this, you have to learn what you like; somewhere you will like it like this, softly, somewhere maybe you would like it a bit harder." Dean watched him as his right hand went up to his neck and with the same pressure they started he stroked his neck. Dean saw the goose bumps rise and fall on Cas's arm every time his fingers brushed the side of his hairline or the sensitive spot behind his ear.

Just by that, Cas breathing fastened a bit, he left his neck and went a bit down to his collarbone, running his fingers over his projecting bones, then suddenly Dean heard a sharp inhale and he saw Cas's fingers found his nipple, the right one at first, two fingers circling around it already.

"Ah, yes your nipples might be pretty sensitive…" He took his pointing finger and thumb into his mouth and wetted them one after the other, then he slid he thumb over Cas's nipple. 'You might like this too…" He said as his wet fingers brushed the pink skin.

He smirked when he heard Cas groan. "Let's see, what you say about a little pain…" He said right before he took the nipple between his two fingers and started rubbing a bit harder after every moan that left Cas's mouth.

"Ahh, this is good…" Cas said between moans.

"It's going to be much better…" Dean smiled as he put Cas's hand over the hard nipple. He let go of Cas and grabbed the sheets instead. He wasn't sure if he would be able to control himself during this afternoon this much. He kept repeating The Plan in his head but it wasn't really useful as he looked at Castiel.

The man was a good learner. Extremely talented one might say. He was already writhing on the bed, moaning, as one hand was over his nipples, rubbing, caressing, the other explored his body, fingers touching like soft feathers, sliding over hard muscles, soft skin, circling around his belly. Dean really wanted to join, add one more hand to the play or rather a mouth, a hungry one, which could leave wet trails all over the smooth skin.

He reached out his hand but at the last minute he change the direction and instead of Cas's chest he clasped Cas's right and drove it over his pants. "Just gently at first." He whisper as he lowered the hand and shifted it over the clearly visible erection.

Castiel's left still caressing his chest, while his right sliding up and down on his cock was something Dean would never forget. The guy was really hot as he tugged his left leg, already pushing up his hips, pressing it more to his hands. His movements became impatient and before Dean could tell him, his fingers were already undoing the button and the zipper of his pants. But before his hand could go under the fabric, he stopped and looked at Dean. The hunter nodded, "It's okay Cas, do it, touch yourself." Like I'd touch you, he added in his mind.

Dean couldn't take his eyes off of Cas's hand going under his black pants and dark gray boxers until Cas took his hard erection out from the boxers and Dean saw the pink flesh, surrounded by hesitant fingers because then he closed his eyes tightly and bit into his fist, preventing himself from letting out a very load groan. He could almost hear the Beast groaning and roaring under the surface.

He opened his eyes but left his fist between his teeth, he still needed to repress his harsh moans, because he didn't want The Plan to fail miserably. Because what he saw took away his breath.

Castiel' fingers weren't hesitant anymore; they were ardent and fast as they slid over the rigid cock. Castiel was already wriggling on the bed, he must have been overwhelmed from the intense and new sensations but Dean didn't want him to finish up too early. He touched his chest and warned him, "Cas, slow down a bit. Take it easy…"

Castiel jerked under his touch, but he did slow down as Dean's words found they way through the sick fog in his mind.

"It's good, isn't?" Dean asked huskily. "The way your fingers brush the sensitive surface, you like it don't you?"

"Mmm, yess…" Came a fervent answer as Castiel didn't stop only slowed his movements, so it was like he'd been slowly tortured. "It's like… ahh… I never felt like this before… I want more, although I don't know… ahh… what more is… Dean… please… Tell me what to do…" Castiel begged, his eyes closed from pleasure.

Caressing gently Cas's nipples, he leaned closer to his ear.

"Touch your balls, Cas."

Cas' eyes shot open and unhurriedly his hand slid down to his balls. He hissed when they became in touch. With his left he grasped Dean's hand on his chest, while his right massaged his balls.

Afraid of where his hand might be driven, Dean took it away and placed it at the back of Cas's thigh. Lightly, he slithered his fingers over the soft fabric of the pants, and he heard Cas taking sharp breathes through his gritted teeth. Looked like, he was a good teacher.

He caressed the inner half of Castiel thigh when he saw him sliding his hand back over his cock.

"Wait a sec…" He whispered and turned around to get the lube out from the bottom of the drawer.

"What's that?" Castiel asked him, as he watched Dean's every motion.

"Lube…it helps you to… ehm… you will see."

Dean took Cas's right into his hand and poured some of the transparent liquid to his hand. With two of his fingers he spread it all over Cas's palm. After he was done, he let go of the hand, and watched as Cas studied the fluid.

"It's wet… and warm…" Cas stated before placing his hand back to where it was. He moaned wildly when his hand slid easily up and down on his erection. "Ahh, Dean! This is… much better…ahh…" He sped up again, tucking up both his legs, his hips trying to find a matching rhythm with his hand.

Dean was lost, he couldn't take off his hand from Castiel, and that meant The Plan will fail soon. But he was strong, he could hold on, as he watched Cas he knew it wouldn't take took long anymore…

He leant to Castiel' ear again and started whispering.

"Don't just move your hands up and down, but twist it, and change your speed, don't be too monotone…"

"Show it!" Castiel groaned urging and next moment he grabbed Dean's hand and placed it around his cock. Dean moaned wildly, close to Cas's ear and he was sure this time the guy heard it. That was when The Plan failed the third time.

Without hesitation, he moved his hand, slid over Castiel's hard erection and he wasn't just feeling it, he was watching his hand as he enclosed the rigid member, sliding his fingers up and down and twisting around it too, pressing harder when he reached to top, circling his thumb around the wet tip and he knew it wasn't wet because of the lube, it was precum and he moaned again.

Soon, Castiel' hand left his and instead of his cock, it was on Dean's handprint, his fingers dashing into the scar as he whimpered wildly. Dean looked at the wide open blue eyes for a long moment then shifted a bit closer to Cas on the bed.

Leaning over Cas' chest, he lowered his head. Still looking into the blue eyes, he opened his mouth and slowly took a nipple between his lips. Sliding his tongue over and over the soft spot, his eyes closed down. Castiel was breathing sharp and fast, his hips continuously bucking up at the perfect rhythm of Dean's hand.

Dean sucked on the nipple forcefully; his teeth sunk into the soft flesh around it, his tongue teased the tip of the pink skin, circling wildly around it. His hand on Cas's arousal, moving wildly, gripping hard, while Castiel was writhing under him; a hand grasping his shoulder the other the sheets.

Uncontrolled, he crept upwards with his mouth, leaving wet, red hickeys behind, until he reached Cas' neck and ear, where he, panting heavily, didn't stop kissing and sucking, although he knew it was wrong because there was some kind of plan, The Plan, but he didn't know what was it about.

"Castiel…" He moaned huskily into his ear and Cas's whole body jerked, his back arch so his whole body weight was on his shoulders and legs.

"Ahh! Dean!" was only Castile could press out from his gritted teeth and Dean realized this wasn't about teaching something anymore; this was pure and simple foreplay, a handjob not masturbating. Maybe it never was about teaching. Maybe it was always about the simple fact that he wanted to make Cas come by his hand and he had the chance so he used it. Maybe he knew he will do this even from the beginning.

Biting wildly into the soft skin over his neck, Dean kneeled over Castiel. The control over his actions was completely lost as he was leaning over his friend, sucking his skin and stroking his hard as rock erection.

Castiel's harsh, lustful gasping filled the room as his hands roamed over Dean's body, from his back down to his ass, then up again, under the black shirt, his fingernails screeching the warm, soft skin. Then a hand stopped in the hunter's mane, gripping, caressing wildly.

"Ahhh… I… can't…ahh take… this... anymore!" He screamed, his back arched against Dean's chest. Dean felt as his hands gripped into Dean's hair and skin, as Cas came into the hunter's hand, his semen streaming all around his fingers, dripping onto Cas's stomach.

"It's okay…" He whispered in a husky, soothing voice as he kept twisting and moving his hand up, down and around, making Cas scream more and louder. He felt Castiel's whole body jerk again as he writhed under him, his hips still thrusting up uncontrollably.

Dean didn't let go of Cas until he fall back to the bed, motionless. Then he cleaned them both with the towel he placed next to the nightstand before. He was thinking of taking a quick tour to the bathroom, and he was sure, soon he had to go, but right now, he couldn't go away, he wanted to watch Castiel in his afterglow, as he returned from where Dean sent him and took control over his body again.

After a couple of silent minutes, Cas spoke up. His voice was harsh; his mouth must have been dry. Dean could understand it pretty well as his was in the same condition.

"I still… can't breathe… properly…" Cas panted, turning his head towards Dean. He blinked leisurely a few times before closing his eyes again.

Dean only smiled at him, while he took his previous position again. Lying on his side he could easily watch the man beside him. The gentle voice didn't disappear from his lips. This was good. Although his cock was still hard as steel, waiting for someone to ease the cravings, he felt satisfaction.

No matter what people say, it is much better if someone else touches you even if they touch at the same way you would, it's just better. And he was glad now, that he was the one who could help Cas reach his first orgasm. It felt good to introduce his friend to this world, it even felt right that he was the first one for Cas, although he felt a bit sad that most probably he wouldn't be the first one who could sleep with him.

He turned to his back, put his hand under his head and closed his eyes. If he would now just go out to the bathroom, maybe The Plan would still be good and not a failure. He heard Castiel move, then he heard the sound of the zipper and the clinging of a belt buckle.

Maybe Cas would just walk out, he wouldn't even mind it, this way he could take his time and finally feed his desires. Or maybe-

His eyes shot open as he felt fingers over the buttons of his jeans.

"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled, grabbing into the sheets, looking at the deep blue eyes.

"I'll show you what I've learned." Came an honest answer as Cas pulled down the zipper.

"Cas you-" Dean resisted but Cas cut in his sentence.

"It's okay Dean, try to calm down, take deep breathes, things like this…" It sounded somewhat familiar but Dean didn't have time to think of it, as Cas's hands slit to his hips with the obvious intension of pulling his jeans and boxers down.

Calm down? How could he calm down now? It was like saying 'calm down' to someone who had just been kicked out of an airplane without parachutes.

"Cas, stop… no…"

"Yes." Castiel whispered determined, placing his pointing finger, the one which was sliding on his cock a few minutes ago, on Dean's lips.

Dean watched Cas, with his eyes wide open, as he removed his boxers. That 'yes', like a magic world, left him speechless, without any resistance. He looked at Cas with panic in his eyes as the man kneeled over his legs, both his hands at Dean' hips, sliding the jeans down quickly.

Dean couldn't help it, he screamed as he felt strong fingers gripping his erection, and he knew that was the exact moment when The Plan sunk into oblivion.

He could just jump out from the bed, he could just go away, he wasn't forced into anything, but God help him, he didn't want to, he wanted to stay where he was. Between Cas's strong hands. Still, maybe Cas was afraid that he would resist because he wasn't teasing Dean, he wasn't playing with him like Dean did. Or maybe he just knew how close Dean already was to his orgasm.

A moment later he saw Castiel shift on the bed, he slid a bit down then, without hesitation, looking into Dean' eyes he lowered his head over Dean's erection.

"Cas, NO! You can't…" Dean shouted, but Cas cut in his sentence again.

"Apparently, I can." He groaned as his lips enclosed the tip of the hunter's cock.

"AHH! GEEZ!" Dean cried up. His back arched painfully back and he panted hard as he felt the hot mouth surrounding his weeping cock. Castiel slid his tongue over the tip several times, and he almost came from this. It was unbearable as the raspy flesh slid over and over his hypersensitive cock.

"Umpf… ahh… Cas…" Moaning he fell down to the bed, his waist in the air, all the muscles in his legs and stomach and arms tensed as he kept his hips lifted up, thrusting slightly into the hot wetness of Cas' mouth.

Looking down he saw piercing blue eyes examining him and he could swear it was a smirk in Cas's lips. He knew he saw this look on the angel's face sometimes before but he didn't know where to put it.

But then, Castiel slid his cock deeper into his mouth, taking it fully in and the thought was gone, so was Dean's mind. He could only groan into the silence of the room.

"Fuck… ahh yeah!" His right hand went to Castiel's hair, gripping the black mane wildly as his left was on the bed, gripping into the sheets, almost tearing it apart, while supporting his legs at holding his body weight.

Panting for air, he writhed on the bed as Cas sucked his hard cock fervently into his mouth. "Mmm, shit… yeah!" He felt a hand massaging his balls and he thought he would fall into unconsciousness because this was almost more he could bear.

Castiel's right, which was gripping his waist, suddenly reached out to him and he took it. Cas stretched out his pointing finger and when Dean took it into his mouth he groaned satisfied. The vibration run along Cas' throat, through Dean's cock and the hunter almost lost his mind.

Dean didn't know what he tasted, himself, the lube or simply Cas but it was good. He sucked the finger wild and ardent, like it'd be Cas' cock, because hell, he wanted to do it. More than anything, he wanted to know how his friend tasted in his mouth, he wanted to savour him as he came into his mouth.

A second finger was added to the first one and he almost bit them down as Cas tucked up his leg and started caressing the inner side of his thigh. He caught the glimpse of a definitely very evil grin on Cas's lip before the fingers slid out from his mouth.

It took him precisely one seconds to realize what Cas wanted to do.

It took precisely one second for Cas to push one of those fingers up in his ass.

"HOLY SHIT!" He screamed, and he was sure for a moment he actually lost his consciousness because at that time he felt the finger sliding up in him, he felt teeth lightly screeching his cock and the feeling together was devastating.

"Geez Cas… ahh… fuck… yeah!" He was groaning fiercely as now two fingers were slashing into his ass. His toes curled as he was thrusting between hot mouth and teasing fingers.

"Oh shit… wait… slow ahhh… slow down… please…" Begging, he also tried to slow his thrusting. He felt the fingers matching his slower rhythm while Castiel slid his cock out from his mouth.

"Am I doing alright so far?" Cas asked, smirking, licking the whole length of Dean. "Or should I stop?"

"Do I look like I want you to… oooh fuck!" Dean couldn't finish as Cas's lips went over his balls, sucking wildly.

"You were saying?" Cas' lips curled into a teasing smile again, as he gave tiny kisses over the inner side of Dean's thigh. He bended his fingers which were still sliding inside Dean, so the hunter was left speechless again.

He gripped Castiel's head by his hair before his lips could return around his cock, making it impossible for Dean to say something coherent. "You're doing quite alright so far." He groaned, letting Cas go where he wanted. "And… ahh… don't stop…" He whispered as the tip of Cas's tongue tormented his cock.

"Mmm… more!" Dean begged after a few minutes. Castiel dictated a torturing, slow rhythm and Dean was way over the edge to handle that overwhelming pleasure. He wanted to make this last forever but as the fingers were ardently moving inside his ass and he was shoving into a mouth, his cock encaged with soft lips, while a playful tongue was sliding on his sensitive skin, he knew he couldn't hold on anymore.

Suddenly, Cas removed his fingers. "Let's see, what you say about a little pain…" He said in a low, husky voice and before even a little complaining noise could leave Dean's mouth he forcefully drove three fingers up into Dean, while sucking the hunter passionately.

"Ahh, yes… ahh… fuck yes…" Dean pushed up his hips vehemently, his hand gripping into Cas's soft, black mane and the iron rim of the bed over his head.

The fingers slashed into the soft skin of his waist, fingers pumped the sensitive, tight skin of his ass, luscious lips enclosed the base of his cock, hot air tickled his skin, wet tongue teased him and ocean blue eyes met with his gaze when he came wildly into Cas's mouth, crying loudly, almost screaming into the dimness of the room.

Blinding whiteness filled his mind, his body writhing uncontrollably, shaking and jerking from every move Cas made. He felt as the waves of pleasure rushed over and over his body, leaving behind only satisfaction, and contentment. With the last drop of his strength, he moaned Castiel's name before letting the whiteness suck his mind completely in.

The next thing he realized was Castiel still lying over him, although now he was at his neck, lips sliding over his skin, giving tiny kisses, while a hand was caressing his chest, soothing him.

"You're a fucking fast learner." He mumbled; his voice harsh like he'd been sucking ice-cubes or drinking whisky for days. Or probably doing both…

He felt the lips on his neck curl into a smile, before Castiel shifted to his ear and speak up in the same husky tone he did. Dean had to wonder how wild he was while driving into Cas's mouth…

"I had a good teacher."

"I believe, in this case we can say that the apprentice overgrow his master. That was fucking good, Cas. I'm still shaking."

Castiel looked at him, his blue eyes shining in the dim light. The gentle, grateful smile slowly disappeared from his lips as they slightly parted. Dean's left hand slid to Cas's waist, the other cupped Cas's face. Hesitantly, Cas lowered his head until it was floating only inches over Dean's lips.

"You're vibrating…" Cas whispered and it took a couple of seconds to Dean to understand the words.

"Can you blame me?" He asked cockily, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I mean… you're vibrating. Your phone?" Castiel asked, leaning back.

Dean leaned over his elbows. He could also feel the slight vibrating in his jeans now, which were, to his surprise, on him again.

He fished the phone from his pocket while watching Cas climbing out from the bed, walking toward the bathroom.

He looked at the called ID then back at Cas, who just stepped out from his jeans.

He was about to kill his little brother.

TBC

A/N: Please read :)

A chapter for those who wanted smut or longer chapter or simply just "moar", suggested a chapter containing library, or liked the previous chapters, or let me brainstorming to them, while not even making any sense, so basically for EVERYONE who keeps reading this story no matter how slowly I update :) But still, let me highlight some names: SparklyLalala, 67impala and Fallen4Cas. They all helped me out when my muse left me to suffer in a dark corner without any idea. Love you all for this :)

Sometime I do feel that this story has its own will... xD I planned actuall smutness only at the last chapter but I don't want you to think that I'm teasing you til the end and then give you a final line like 'Oh Cas I love you." "I love you too Dean." And then they kissed. And then they even fucked. FIN. So now, this little smutness proves that you wont be left without some hot staff. BTW, can I say I told you so? Did I left you...what was it, wet and shaking? LOL Just kidding, this chapter probably wasn't even THAT hm... delicious to you as it was to me.

You know, inspiration is a bitch sometimes. I WANTED to write this chapter since… LONG. Even before I posted the previous chapter I already know I'm going to make this chapter into this story somehow, I'm gonna make Dean help out Cas this way. So after the last chapter I got a few very good ideas and the whole concept of the last three chapter started forming in my head. Then nothing. Literally nothing. I was sitting in front of my laptop for hours and wrote two lines… I also had a few conversations ready in my notebook, but nothing else. And the day I was finally able to write it I was totally freaked out. I failed at my driving licence exam (or what you call it) and then I had to listen to my dad's 'you're a failure' speech and that kinda ruined my week. It's not good to hear that you only cause disappointment in everyone… Anyway. I started writing and I believe it turned out quite well. My English style starts looking like my Hungarian writing style and that makes me proud, even though now you could see how my stories looks without beta-reading.

Oh and few more thanks to Eric Prydz and the Instrumental version of Niton and also to Babilon (or to Ricky L and MCK) for their Born Again song. They kept me writing. And a few more songs, if anyone interested I can give a list ;) Also, love for Def Leppard. For keeping me…alive. (Yes I listen to Eric Prydz and Def Leppard and even to ACDC and Coldplay and Tiesto and Armin Van Buuren and Owl City and Jemiroquai and Pendulum and I could go on… xD) And I'm oversharing again…

Oh and finally, my fave joke:

"Edward, I know what you are. Your skin is white and ice cold, you don't eat, you don't go to the sunshine…"

"Say it! Say it aloud! Say it!"

"Snowman" *.*

PS: Do you realize that only two more chapters to go and we're finished? o_O And that this one chapter is almost as long as all the previous ones together? xD

PPS:I uploaded other Destiel chapters with some smut, if you're interested (or simply want more) please look around :)

Every word openes a new gate. So yeah, reviews are love. Specially on my birthday *.* Yes, I'm that shameless ;)