So, this is basically just a story for male on male smut and I don't know where it's going but, hopefully, you can enjoy the ride. Sorry if it's sloppy but I'm trying to fit this around assignments so lack of time is a contributing factor.

Enjoy.

The campus seems deserted as Cas walks the path from his late night class back to his dorm. He adjusts his square, black rimmed glasses as he explores his smartphone. He attempts to download the PDF of one the required readings in his economics class. His laptop bag bumps him on the backside as he walks.

He doesn't even realise the group of guys sitting on one of the picnic benches until it's too late. He concentrates on his phone. Hoping, naively, that they'll leave him alone for once. Cas knows that this particular gang of guys like to give him a hard time. Led by the infamous Dean Winchester, this band of derelicts often have nothing better to do than get drunk and pick on intellectuals like Cas.

Most of the other nerds avoid them, ran away or, at least, try to give them what they want out of desire to avoid any trouble. Cas, however, knows that he probably causes more trouble for himself by trying to stand his ground.

If Cas was smart, he'd avoid the places that he knows they dwell but, as stupid as he knows he is, he isn't a coward.

As he passes the guys, Dean purposely coughs, "Faggot." The rest of the group laugh.

Cas keeps walking with his eyes on his phone but he's unable to keep his mouth shut, "Go and fuck yourself," Cas sings, ensuring that his words are loud enough that they hear him.

"What'd you say?" Dean calls out, outrage evident in his voice.

Cas turns to face him but continues to walk backwards. No one is following him, thankfully. Dean is, however, standing in the middle of the path, watching him.

"I said: have a pleasant evening, gentlemen!" He calls back. He turns again so that he's walking forwards once more, "Try not to hurt yourselves – as difficult as that may be for you when you aren't wearing helmets."

"You mother fucker!" Dean yells out. Still, no one follows. Clearly they are too drunk, high or lazy to chase Cas at this point.

Dean's the ring leader of the group and the only one Cas knows, really. Only because everyone at his college knows Dean Winchester – he's somewhat of a God. He's a well-known womanizer, kind of a rebel and tough enough to take on the entire football team. He sparks fear in the heart of anyone around him. Cas likes to put up a front but, really, if Dean had him alone, he'd be terrified.

No one really understands why he comes to college. Dean isn't really the 'intellectual' type. Cas thinks it's got something to do with watching over his little brother. No one dares mess with Sam Winchester or they shall feel the wrath of Dean.

Cas unlocks his room and enters. He drops his keys in the bowl on top of his bedside table and heads to his desk. He takes out his laptop and lays it on the surface. He starts it up and instantly emails a copy of his class notes to his friend, Gabriel. Cas told their professor that Gabe was sick but it had been a lie. Unless, sick is slang for finally getting to nail that chick who works at the coffee shop and doesn't wear a bra under her white uniform, after two weeks of stalking and ordering twice as much coffee as usual. Cas was pretty sure Gabe was developing a twitch over it.

When Cas is finished, he crawls into bed and falls asleep almost instantly. He doesn't even undress himself.

Cas sees Gabe sitting on one of the outside tables. He hasn't chosen to sit on the seat but on the table, with his feet on the seat instead. Cas joins him.

"Hey, Cassie," Gabe beams, "thanks for the notes."

Gabe sinks his teeth into the burger in his hands. Cas pulls out his pre-made ham and cheese sandwich and starts to eat.

"How was your date?" He asks.

Gabe smiles gleeful, "Great," he enthuses, "chick was all hands."

Cas rolls his eyes, "And your coffee addiction?" He asks.

"I've come to terms with my addiction," he begins, "and I solemnly swear to not return to my dealer for another fix."

"So you're not going to see her again?" Cas asks, instantly translating 'Gabe talk'.

Gabe shakes his head, "I've seen her naked," he shrugs, "I have no reason to see her again."

Cas chuckles, "I'm sure she'll be relieved."

Gabe shoves him playfully.

People often think that they're a couple – Gabe and Cas. Cas is used to it but he feels bad for Gabriel. The funny thing is, Gabriel never goes out of his way to deny the rumours. Hell, sometimes he spurs them on just for fun. Cas often tells him that he doesn't need to do that, that it won't hurt Cas if he wants people to know the truth but Gabe's response is always the same: he doesn't need to defend something that isn't insulting. It makes Cas platonically love him even more.

"Wanna do something this weekend?" Gabe asks hopefully.

Cas shakes his head, "Can't – economics essay due on Tuesday."

Gabe laughs, "Sucks to be you," he comments.

Cas frowns, "We're in the same class," he reminds him.

Gabe's face falls, "Aw, crap!"

Cas laughs.

Just like he promised, Cas donates his Saturday to study. He works well into the night.

Cas stands from his desk when he hears a loud rapping at the door. He double checks the time but his initial thought was right: it's already past midnight, who could be visiting him at this hour? Cas removes his glasses and heads for the door.

Before he can answer, another knock comes. This one is more urgent and Cas suddenly contemplates an element of danger. He's careful as he opens the door and peers through the small crack. He frowns at the sight. A man is leaning against his doorframe with his head bowed. The man raises his head upon the arrival of Cas. It takes Cas a moment to recognise him, mainly because it's extremely confusing.

"Dean?" Cas asks. Now that it's registered, he can only think of one reason that he would be here. He's come to torment Cas more, "What are you doing here?" He inquires.

Dean's half smile is messy and Cas senses that he may be drunk, "I, uhh," Dean slurs, "I…" he looks to Cas' stern expression and he can't quite articulate what he wants to say. Dean leans off the door frame and slightly sways, "Can't find my room." Dean looks to the left and right of him.

Cas scrutinizes Dean with interest, "Um…" he begins, "you don't live in this dorm."

"Oh," Dean says before forcibly chortling. "That explains it."

Cas just frowns as Dean continues to stand there, "Is there something else I can help you with?" Cas asks briskly.

Dean peers around the door into Cas' room, "Did I wake you?"

"No," Cas says quickly, "I was studying."

Dean grins, "One in the morning on a Saturday and you're studying?"

Cas purses his lips, "Well… unlike some people, I don't go to college to scam on naïve chicks and drink my weight in beer every night."

Dean chortles, "I can see how scamming on chicks wouldn't be your cup of tea."

Cas rolls his eyes and attempts to slam the door but Dean's hand flashes up to stop it. For how drunk he is, his reflexes are incredible.

Dean pushes the door open with gentle force and steps into Cas' room with a smile on his face, "C'mon, Cas," he soothes, "It's just a joke."

Dean stands in the middle of Cas' room and invades his privacy with his curious eyes. Cas lets the door fall closed. Dean shrugs out of his jacket and throws it on Cas' couch. Cas frowns at the action. Why is Dean making himself comfortable?

"So… you calling me names and publically humiliating me… that was a joke?" Cas snipes savagely.

Dean looks back, "You live alone?"

Cas frowns and shrugs, "My parents donated to the school."

Dean makes an approving face, "That must be pretty awesome."

"Yeah… it's great," Cas says dismissively, trying to get back to the subject that Dean is clearly trying to avoid. "Dean?" He addresses and raises his eyebrows, "Was that your idea of a joke?" He asks more forcefully.

Dean turns and his remorseless eyes are lit with a smile, "You're still upset about that?"

Cas looks utterly outraged, "It happened two days ago."

Dean practically scoffs, "You really are a girl."

Cas opens the door, "Get out," he says with calmness that's remarkable for how much anger is boiling through him.

Dean covers the distance between him and Cas in two easy steps. He doesn't leave but presses the door closed with his left hand to lean over Cas. Cas backs into the door, suddenly fearful of what Dean might do.

"Make me," Dean dares.

Cas glares, "Just leave me alone," he pleads.

Cas attempts to push past Dean but he's blocked as Dean's other hand touches the door and he's boxed in by two intimidating arms. Cas starts to think that he's about to get punished of rhis smart mouth yesterday.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean taunts.

"Away," Cas spits.

"Why?" Dean grins and eyeballs Cas up and down, "Is my presence bothering you on?"

"Yes."

Dean beams like that was the answer he was hoping for, "Are you finding it hard to control yourself?"

Cas makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat, "You're not really my type,"

Dean smiles smugly and shakes his head, completely undiscouraged, "I'm everybody's type."

Cas grinds his teeth, "Why are you doing this?" He demands.

A long moment of silence passes as Dean and Cas stare at each other, "You have the bluest eyes I've ever seen."

Before Cas can react to the strange comment, something stranger happens. Cas freezes as he feels Dean's lips crush against his. In an instant, Dean's hand is at the nape of his neck, pulling him in closer. A million things run through Cas' mind. Is this a joke? Cas wonders, Is Dean trying to humiliate me again? Dean's other hand finds Cas' hips and, before Cas understands what's happening, it slides down to firmly grasp his behind. Dean clutches to Cas, pressing their hips together. Cas would gasp if his mouth wasn't occupied. Dean is hard. He can feel Dean pressing his hardness into his hip. This isn't a joke… Dean's actually turned on!

It only makes the situation stranger. Dean's growing more persistent with his mouth, willing Cas to respond. Cas attempts to fight his temptation to open his mouth and let him in. He doesn't pull away because he can't but he knows he shouldn't allow this to happen. What is happening? He thinks. Dean Winchester has shown up in his dorm room, drunk and looking for a booty call? Dean Winchester… the womanizer.

Cas can't take it anymore. Just as he's about to give in, Dean pulls away. Surely, he's grown bored of getting no response and has given up. Cas doesn't have time to consider it. Dean pulls him off the wall and turns him roughly.

The sudden change reawakens Cas' good sense. Dean wraps his arms around him so that his hands are on Cas' stomach, pulling his backside into his groin.

Cas pulls away, "What're you doing?" He stutters out nervously.

"Giving you what you want," Dean practically groans into the nape of Cas' neck before adding a sloppy kiss.

"Dean, I don't want you," Cas says with immense willpower.

"Really?" Dean chuckles into Cas' neck as he slides his hand down the other boys' body to palm and grasp his hard member over his jeans, "Your body says otherwise."

Cas gasps at the sudden pleasure, he hadn't even realised he'd grown so hard. Now that it has his attention, it's almost painful how turned on he is.

Dean pulls at the back of Cas' collar to reveal more skin that Dean vandalizes with fiery kisses, nibbling as he goes. Dean continues to rub Cas, sending unusually strong sensations throughout his entire body.

Dean's hand runs through the hair on the back of Cas' head and tugs lightly, pulling his head back to gain better access to his neck. Cas lets out an embarrassing, breathless moan as Dean nibbles at his neck and ear.

Dean chuckles darkly and presses himself harder into Cas, "You like that, don't you? You dirty queer."

Cas acts instinctively as he jabs Dean with his elbow, "Fuck you," he spits but Dean doesn't move.

As Cas tries to break away, Dean manages to grab a hold of his wrists. Dean quickly pins Cas' hands to the door and holds them there. Dean just chuckles, his breath hot on Cas' neck. Cas struggles angrily but Dean is too strong.

"You're kind of feisty, Cas," Dean comments, clearly amused.

"Does that get you off Dean?" Cas spits back. As angry as he is, he can still feel Dean's hardness pressed into his backside and it makes his groin twitch.

Dean chuckles again before leaning in close to brush his lips against Cas' ear, "Wouldn't you like to know what gets me off," he whispers.

Cas stews angrily – unable to move, unable to get away. Not due to his physical restraints but because he doesn't want to.

Cas almost gathers the willpower to pull away but then Dean starts to move. The first thing he does is close his hands over Cas', entwining their fingers and tightening his hold on him. The next thing he does has Cas almost melting into butter. Dean starts rolling his hips, rubbing himself against Cas. Enticing him, teasing him. Cas almost groans but controls himself. He's thankful that Dean can't see his face, for it's contorted in obvious arousal.

"You like that, Cas?" Dean hums. Cas doesn't answer and that frustrates Dean, "I know you do," he breathes, "I can hear that filthy moan you're trying to bite back."

Cas exhales unsteadily and bites his lip.

After a few minutes without any response from Cas, Dean stops.

Cas stiffens at the sudden change. Suddenly, Dean's uneven breath is in his ear, "Do you…" he begins, "do you want me to stop?"

Cas closes his eyes. He wishes that hadn't been asked. Now it's up to him and he doesn't want to admit how much he wants Dean to continue. Dean – his tormenter. He never thought he'd want him, not in a million years. Even less likely that Dean would want him.

Cas hates himself. He hates himself so much, "No," he whispers.

He feels Dean's smile as he presses his lips against his neck once more, only this time, it's more passionate. Dean devours Cas' neck like he can't get enough of his skin against his tongue. Dean unleashes Cas and both their hands slip down to Cas' stomach. Dean pulls Cas in as close as he can get. He then tugs at Cas' shirt until he yields and allows Dean to pull it off completely. Dean revels in the beauty of Cas' pale, alabaster skin and instantly places his hands back onto his stomach to feel him. He runs his hands over the smooth, hard abdomen as he trails fervent kisses from Cas' left shoulder, to his right, spending extra time on his neck.

This time, Cas voluntarily places his hands back on the door and pushes back against Dean. The act sends Dean over the edge and he can't control himself any longer. With nervous hands, he latches onto Cas' belt buckle. When it's open, he unzips his pants and they practically fall to Cas' ankles.

Cas hears Dean undo his own pants and he feels his stomach flutter nervously.

Dean's hand grips the side of Cas' as he liberates his own, painfully hard member.

Cas feels Dean press himself against his entrance and he instantly tenses.

"Dean," Cas cries, startled.

Dean halts, "What?" He asks self-consciously.

Cas frowns and suddenly realises that this must not be something Dean does often, if ever, "I can't just… I need to… warm up."

"Oh," Dean says and there's a strange innocence in his tone that fills Cas up with an odd, longing emotion, "like… stretching before a race?"

Cas almost smiles, "Yes, Dean…" he admits, "like stretching."

"Do you have…?"

"Beside the bed… second drawer."

Dean leans over to dig into the drawer. He quickly finds what he's looking for. He instantly coats his fingers. He slips one into Cas.

Dean smirks at Cas' gasp. He eagerly moves in and out of his lover, enjoying the muffled moans he hears. Dean adds a second finger and starts moving more quickly. Cas stumbles and a surprised moan escapes his lips. Dean smiles to himself, he hadn't meant to do that. He Brushes against Cas' sweet spot again and Cas groans loudly.

Dean moves harder and faster.

"Dean," Cas pleads breathlessly, "Please… I need you."

Dean involuntarily groans, "I like it when you beg," he whispers.

Dean quickly slicks himself and hastily slides into Cas. It's the warmest, tightest, greatest feeling he's ever experienced. Dean and Cas simultaneously groan as Dean sinks in.

"Don't move," Cas warns, afraid that Dean might move prematurely.

Dean stops dead, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Cas says tightly, "I just need a second."

Dean breathes down Cas' neck, "Am I too big?" He chuckles. Dean senses an eye roll from Cas.

"Shut up, Dean," Cas retorts. Dean laughs again and places a kiss on Cas' back.

"C'mon Cas," he encourages, "I'm going crazy here." Dean's hands slip down Cas' body and grasp his hard member. Dean starts to move his hand.

Cas moans, "Move Dean," he pleads.

Dean pulls out slowly before slamming back into Cas. "Oh, God," Cas cries. Dean smiles and lets go of Cas' manhood. He digs his nails into Cas' hips and starts to move faster. He slams his hips against Cas. Cas clenches his hands into fists. The sight of the action drives Dean insane.

"Oh, God," Cas cries again, "Oh, fuck, Dean!"

Dean groans, "Say it again," he pleads.

"Oh, Dean," Cas repeats, causing Dean's pleasure to practically double. Dean feels himself start to build impossibly quickly. If he doesn't stop, he's going to go over the edge. Dean feels the impending orgasm and pulls out of Cas. Even if he just stopped, the sensation of Cas around him would've caused it anyway.

Cas looks back, devastation written on his face, "Why'd you stop?" He asks.

Dean doesn't want to reveal the embarrassment that he'd almost lost it. He's never had this problem before, especially not while drinking. Then again, he's only ever been with women. He expels the inevitable truth from his mind instantly.

Dean's eyes flash to Cas' bed, "Bed," he gestures.

Cas nods eagerly and moves to take his position on the mattress. Dean lets his pants drop and steps out of them. He pulls his shirt up over his head. Dean stands behind Cas and rubs himself against Cas' backside. Cas whimpers softly. Dean had hoped to calm himself and tease Cas but he'd only made himself more crazy. He can't help it, he pushes himself into Cas once more.

He picks up the pace. Dean tries to keep his orgasm under control but the noises coming from Cas are so desperate and lustful that trying is pointless. He tries to block it out but he can't. Dean feels himself build again and he doesn't think he can stop himself this time.

"Oh, fuck Dean, I'm gonna'…" Cas cries.

Dean fills with relief, "Me too, Cas," Dean responds eagerly.

Dean realises that Cas is touching himself and any of Dean's willpower disappears.

"Oh, God!" Cas cries as he erupts. Dean's only a second behind him as he feels himself explode inside of Cas. The two collapse onto the bed. Dean tries to catch his breath and, as he does, the reality of the situation hits. Now that he's sobered and satisfied, the idea of fucking Cas' brains out doesn't seem so great.

Dean just had sex with a guy. Fuck! He thinks, Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Dean pulls himself off and out of Cas quicker than he thought he'd be able to. Cas rolls onto his back, his breathing shallow and quick. He watches Dean as he furiously pulls on his pants, stands and buckles them. Cas frowns, did he miss something? When did a satisfying sexual experience fuel anger? Cas was under the impression it was the other way around. He stares at Dean, pleading for an explanation. Dean pulls on his t-shirt and his eyes finally fall on Cas. They're hard and his jaw is clenched tight.

"You tell anyone about this and I'll kill you," Dean threatens savagely. He snatches his jacket off the couch and doesn't spare Cas another glance before storming out the door and slamming it behind him.

Cas lies there, feeling confused and, admittedly, a little hurt. He feels used and, suddenly, quite dirty. He never usually does things like what he did with Dean but he'd been swept up in the moment. He disregarded any willpower he had and allowed his carnal urges to rule him for a moment of bliss. He never does that. Call him old-fashioned but he's not one to consider sex as a simple, meaningless act. He's only slept with people who meant something to him. He's never slept with someone he didn't know for a single night of fiery, satisfying love making. Well, he can't say that now.

Cas feels awful about himself.

He spread his legs like a common whore. Even worse, he spread them for Dean Winchester.

Cas buries his head behind his blanket in shame and forces himself to sleep.