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A Promise Given

Chapter Five

Dean whipped his head upwards as he felt the panic expand in his chest. It was too soon for anything intimate. He still haven't been able to come to terms with it yet. But then again what did he expect? Cas was going to want payment at some point.

"It's just a kiss Dean. I'm not asking you to strip."

Dean breathed in deep and exhaled slowly. Castiel was right. It was just a kiss. A pair of lips touching briefly. He could even pretend that he was kissing a girl. He could do this.
Dean nodded and stood up from the bed. Slowly walking towards Castiel he clenched his fists together to keep them from shaking. He wouldn't show Castiel that he was nervous. He was not a weakling.

He stopped in front of the other man, slightly looking down towards him. Blue eyes stared back at him showing no sign of impatience that Dean expected. He swore Castiel had the patience of a saint. But then again a saint wouldn't of made this kind of offer to another man.

Dean cleared his throat. "So, umm, how do you wanna do this?"

The corner of Castiel's lips turned upwards. "It was to my understanding that a person leans forwards and places their lips onto that of another's."

Dean couldn't help but smile at him. "Smartass." He replied back. "But seriously, how do you want it? Should I put my hands on your waist or you face? Keep them to my side? Don't get me wrong, I've kissed plenty of girls but-"

Hands grabbed his face and pulled him forward cutting off his nervous rambling. His eyes opened wide, his lips colliding with Castiel's. Castiel stared back at him. Dean could see the amusement in his eyes. He planned on catching Dean off guard.
Dean was used to soft lips against his own, but from women he's kissed not from this man. He hated to say it but they seem to fit perfectly against his own. Did that mean anything?

"Relax." Castiel whispered against his lips.

Dean gave a short nod and shut his eyes. Within a second he felt the other man's lips against his. I'm kissing a woman. I'm kissing a woman. Dean kept chanting that within his head.

The lips slanted wanting to intensify the kiss. Taking a deep breath, Dean moved his lips against Castiel's. It actually wasn't so bad. He felt like a newbie again not really knowing what he should be doing. Should he put his hands on Castiel? A tongue rubbed against Dean's bottom lip. Not expecting the caress, he gasped opening his lips. Sensing the opening, Castiel pushed his tongue within the warm cavern. Dean placed his hands on Castiel's hips wanting to push him away, but then Castiel rubbed his tongue against his own. Dean would have been stupid not to admit that it felt good. It felt very good.

A hand went behind Dean's head holding him in place. Lips pressed harder against his, the tongue exploring the inside of Dean's mouth. Dean groaned from the sensations. He could feel his body responding, his hands grabbing at Castiel's waist pulling him closer. Dean was used to being the aggressor when it came to kissing, leaving the women to be submissive within his arms. He felt weird being the submissive in this instant, but it didn't feel horrible. Abruptly, Castiel stopped placing his forehead against Dean's. All Dean could feel was disappointment as Castiel's lips left his which only confused him more.

"That wasn't so bad now was it?" Castiel asked as he stepped away.
Dean didn't understand how he could still talk normal. Dean felt out of breath and just nodded in response to him. He didn't even know if his legs would support him anymore. He shakily walked backwards until he felt the bed against the back of his legs and plopped down.

"I could make it very enjoyable for you Dean. There's nothing to fear."

"I don't scare easily." Dean replied back.

Castiel smirked, "I know." He turned around and started walking towards the door. "I'll go have a talk with Crowley. I'll inform you afterwards. Try to get some rest till then." With that he shut the door behind him.

Dean leaned back until his back hit the bed. Was it wrong to have actually enjoyed the kiss? Did that make him gay or just a really good actor that he could even fool himself? Throwing his arm over his eyes he allowed the thoughts to go through his mind.

What did he get himself into?

Castiel stared out into the city lights that his apartment overlooked. His conversation with Crowley went as he expected it to go. Full of mockery, sarcasm, threats, and ending with the phone slamming down on Castiel's ear. Either way he got what he wanted. Sam's debt disappearing and Dean within his grasp.

Not in a million years did he think Dean Winchester would ever come to him for help of any kind. He really was desperate to save his brother. If Castiel could remember correctly, the Winchester siblings protected each other no matter the circumstances. He could remember countless times Dean would go after someone for threatening his brother, even people twice his size.

Castiel remember the older Winchester in high school. Leather jacket, a smirk constantly on face, mischief in those green eyes. He could even feel those green eyes watching him sometimes. It would take everything in him to not walk over to him, throw him against the wall and devour those lips. He used to fantasize about it in his classes. Dragging Dean into an empty classroom and bending him over the teacher's desk. Other times he would make Dean go down on his knees and pleasure him with that smartass mouth of his.

Thinking about those lips now made him think back to that kiss. Heat coursed trough his body. He didn't expect Dean to react so soon into their arrangement. Having him kiss Castiel back was definitely a wonderful surprise. He could feel himself becoming hard just thinking about it. As time will go on he had a feeling Dean will enjoy his experiences with Castiel in the bedroom. If that kiss was anything to go by.

Castiel always knew about his sexuality. He remembered telling his older brothers that he was gay. Michael's look of digust. Gabriel's knowing smirk. Lucifer's look of disinterest.

He shook his head trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. There was no point thinking about the past or his family. Nothing good would come from it.

Stepping away from the windows, Castiel made his way down the hallway to the spare bedroom. Dean's bedroom. He should probably tell Dean the details of his conversation with Crowley.

Coming to the door, he stood before it wondering if he should walk right in or knock. It was his apartment after all. However, if he ever wanted this arrangement to go smoothly it was better not to anger Dean. He quickly knocked on the door and waited for the response to proceed forward.

Nothing came.

Castiel furrowed his brow and knocked again, more forcefully this time. Did Dean really think that he wouldn't go in if he didn't answer? Childish. Silence was his only answer. Loosing patience he turned the knob and walked into the room. Darkness enveloped the room.

"Dean?" Castiel asked, narrowing his eyes trying to see better in the darkened room.

No reply.

Castiel slowly walked forward towards the bed. He knew the layout of the bedroom. He knew Dean couldn't have changed it around after a few short hours. Standing beside the bed he looked down to the figure laying across it a small smile appearing across his lips. His anger got the better of him sometimes and created scenarios with his mind. He should of known that Dean would have fallen asleep. It has been a stressful couple of days. Having your little brother in deep with the wrong man. Bargaining your life and body away to a man with a reputation like his. The uncertainty of where life goes from here.

Castiel sat down on the edge of the bed slowly trying not to disturb Dean. Dean moaned when he felt the shift in the mattress and rolled on his side towards Castiel but he didn't wake up. He tilted his head to the side studying Dean's face. He looked peaceful. Castiel shifted his arm, grazing his fingers across Dean's face. The sleeping man furrowed his brow and wiggled his nose back and forth. Castiel held back a laugh watching the cute gesture. His fingers moved across his jawline feeling his stubble and moved upwards feeling those lips that haunted his dreams. His rubbed his fingertip across the bottom lip watching as the mouth parted for him. Not able to help himself, he pushed his finger passed those lips and rubbed across those perfect teeth. Castiel found himself breathing more quickly. Who knew rubbing this man's teeth would turn him on so much? He felt a tongue run across his fingertip, the rough texture creating a strike of lightning that traveled up his arm and down to his groin. He looked more closely to the other man's face to determine if he was actually sleeping. Seeing that his eyes were closed, Castiel removed his hand from Dean's mouth. To get Dean to become more comfortable with him molesting him in his sleep is not the way to go.

Castiel placed his hand on Dean's shoulder and lightly shook him. "Dean. Wake up."

A groan answered back. "Sammy, I swear to God I will kill you. I was having a nice dream with a hottie that had a spreadout in 'Busty Asian Beauties'."

Castiel narrowed his eyes. "I don't believe I like the fact that you're dreaming about busty Asian beauties."

Dean jerked upwards, his eyes wide in surprise. "Cas! Jesus Christ." He ran his hand through his blonde hair.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I just came in to tell you that I talked to Crowley."

Dean turned his gaze to Castiel. "And?" Dean asked softly, hope clearly present in his voice.

"I got Crowley to forget about the debt. He didn't much appreciate it and I will owe him in the future but your brother is safe."

Dean hoorayed pumping his fist in the air. Without thinking he wrapped one arm around Castiel, giving him a quick hug. Castiel was expecting him to be excited but he didn't think he would voluntarily touch him.

"Thanks so much Cas. Sammy will be excited to hear about this."

"There is no need to thank me. I was only upholding my end of our bargain."

He felt Dean stiffen against his body. Castiel tilted his head to be able see his face. Dean was staring intently at his face. Castiel lifted his eyebrow in question. "Dean?"

Before Castiel knew what was coming, Dean leaned forward and pressed his lips against Castiel's. The action surprised him. The younger man was certainly full of surprises. Not one to squander a good opportunity, Castiel wrapped his arms around the lean muscular waist and pulled him forward. He quickly took control, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Dean groaned his hand gripping Castiel's hair. Castiel pushed Dean backwards, laying on top of his body moving his hands to the other man's face.

He could feel Dean open his legs wider and lift them upwards to wrap around Castiel's body. Castiel couldn't stop the groan working its way up his throat. He thrusted his hips forward, rubbing his hardened cock against Dean. If he wasn't mistaken, he could feel an erection from Dean rubbing back.

Dean ripped his mouth away from Castiel, breathing heavily into his ear. "I only meant to give you a thank you kiss. I didn't expect it to go this far."

Castiel could feel his frustration worming its way through his body. He breathed deeply through his nose trying to control the rage that was building. Now wouldn't be the time to show your temper, Castiel thought to himself.

"My apologizes," Castiel replied back, slipping off of Dean to lay next to him. "I usually have better control of my impulses."

Dean laughed. "Well it's good to know that I'm still irresistible." He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"You never had to worry about that." Castiel stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. "I'll leave you be so you can call your brother. Good night."

The door closed before he could hear the softened reply, "Good night."