"Make a wish, Cas."
"Why are you whispering?"
"Brothers and relatives everywhere."
"So, you can't make a sound through out the orgasm I'm about to give you?"
"Jesus, you already sound so wrecked."
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"I'm not, I just want to give you an orgasm you deserve."
"But why in front of my family?"
"I like the danger. Do you like the danger, Cas?"
"Dean, it's not the right time."
"Where are you?"
"Living room. Lots of relatives around."
"Are you alone?"
"Kind of. Everyone's busy with eachother. I'm on a couch."
"Okay then. Perfect. What are you wearing?"
"Dean, please, don't start."
"I just want to imagine how your feeling in your darkest moments!"
"Are you making fun of my brothers' death?"
"No! Who do you think I am? I'm just asking what you've got on your sexy ass."
"White shirt. Black vest. Black tie. Black pants. What did you expect?"
"It was a joke."
"Right. What are you wearing, Dean?"
"My work uniform. I'm at work actua- What… Cas, oh my God, did I just hear a gasp?"
"Okay, suit yourself! Imagine I'm unbuttoning my work jacket. It's only this and my bare chest."
"Dean, my family. Is. Right. Here."
"So? I only described you my clothes. It's nothing dirty. It would be dirty if I was kneeling before that couch you're sitting on and unzipping your pants with my teeth."
"Oh, I would shut up. My tongue would be busy trailing along your thighs. Now I took off your underwear. I'm kissing you. Licking you. Biting even. Everywhere. How are you feeling, Cas?"
"Okay, you got what you wanted, just stop asking me questions and finish what you started!"
"My hand joined my mouth and now I'm jerking you off. Slow at first, then faster, then slow again. I'm torturing you, Cas. Are you touching yourself?"
"I can't, my family-"
"Right, family. You know what? Screw them, I want you to touch yourself, I want to feel it. Come on."
"I can't just sit there with a hand in my boxers."
"So don't. Touch through the clothes. I'm sure you'll so turned on you'll feel it."
"Dean, I'll- fuck you, I'll come undone, I swear to God-"
"That's what I want you to do, come on Cas, imagine me there with you, forget your family, forget you're fully clothed, it's just you and me, I'm on my knees in my fucking uniform, come on-"
"Caaaas? You alive?"
"Cas, seriously, if you won't answer-"
"Sorry. Had to run to the bathroom."
"And stop laughing."
"Oh, you're adorable."
"I know you want to."
"I thought that was a one time thing?"
"Yes, well. You were way too quiet."
"Dean, I'm in a house full of mourners."
"It made you feel better."
"…Yeah, it did."
"Fuck you very much."
"I know, I know."
"Why are we silent?"
"I, uh, don't know what to say?"
"What did you say the last time?"
"You passed out."
"Which was rude of me."
"Shut up, Dean."
"Stop saying that so… fondly."
"I have to go to my family now."
"My return flight is at 03:45 A.M."
"I don't have my car."
"Do you- Cas, I mean-"
"If you don't mind?"
"No, no, it's fine! Really, I'll pick you up."
"Shhh, go mingle. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye. And I hate you."
"Bye. And no, you don't."
I NEED SUGAR.
PLEASE, CAS. PLEEASE. I'M GETTING SUGAR WITHDRAWL HERE.
It's really your own fault. Go to the kitchen and get it.
Luke's down there. He just came from the hospital.
None that I've heard of.
Honestly, I didn't think he'd show for the funeral.
He always did care about Michael more. But Raphael was his brother too. He wouldn't miss a brother's funeral, no matter how much they hated each other.
Luke's staying back, apparently. When's our flight back?
Already told you, Cassy. Won't tell you again, because sugar withdrawal.
Dean's coming to pick me up.
Oh, fuck you very much, I WANT SOMEONE TO PICK ME UP FROM THE AIRPORT AT 4 IN THE MORNING, WHY CAN I HAVE THAT, WHY CAS, WHHHYYY?
Maybe I over reacted.
WAS THAT YOU WHO JUST LEFT?
ARE YOU GOING TO TALK TO YOUR SWEET HAAARRT
/Incoming call; 09:28 A.M./
"Are you still at the funeral?"
"Finished off early."
"We buried him at dawn."
"That is… depressing. You know, I remember burying my mom at dawn. My dad later told me it was because when he proposed to her, he'd woken her up right before dawn, taken her to this place in the Impala and listed everything he loved about her. When the sun finally came up, he kissed her and asked her to marry him."
"That sounds amazing. More like something the mother would tell."
"Yeah, well, he was drunk and he had just accidently hit me and he was apologizing, so I didn't really question it."
"Why are you talking to me? Why telling me personal things? Why are you sending me pictures over the phone? Why are you coming to pick me up at 4 in the morning?"
"What's the meaning of all this?"
"Seriously, Cas. Look, I know you're a professor so you have this awful habit of over thinking things. Don't over think this, okay? I have no ulterior motive, I talk to you because I like talking to you, I tell you things because you're easy to talk to. I sent you a picture over the phone because I was drunk and I'm picking you up at 4 in the morning because I want to meet you because you're amazing and you've been through a lot, so I don't want you to take some depressing cab home."
"Gabriel's going to take some depressing cab home."
"Gabriel's going to take some depressing cab to the nearest 24 hour store and buy load of sweets."
"So, any more profound questions?"
"How can this be so simple?"
"Cas, do you like me?"
"… What do you mean, like?"
"I mean, do you want to rip my clothes off and have your wicked way with me. Also, do you like me, like, 'hey, I wouldn't mind dating this guy.'?"
"Yes! Yes, I mean, yeah, uh, not that, you know-"
"Me too, okay? So, if you're cool with it and I'm cool with it, so we don't need to have some huge love story with profound moments and life lessons, okay? I'm great with whatever we have."
"Wow. Okay, I was not expecting this. Did Sam tell you to say all that?"
"I'm offended, Cas. You think I can't talk about my feelings without someone telling me to?"
"He did, didn't he?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure, you don't, sweetheart. I'm going to the hospital to visit Michael."
"Yeah, ok- wait, what? Wasn't the funeral this morning?"
"So, um, why are you going to the hospital?"
"It was Raphael's funeral, Dean. Michael is still alive. He's in a coma."
"I… did not know that. Wow, really?"
"Yeah. Luke never leaves his side. He just talks non stop to him about God only knows what."
"Is it hard for you? What am I saying of course it is. I- Are you okay?"
"I've been better. But, you know, I'm better then Luke. He and Michael were particularly close before his fall out. It's like, I don't know, Luke would rather have Mike angry with him then in that hospital bed."
"Michael would have a hard time hating Luke when he wakes up to find Luke there."
"It's sad. They never hated each other. They really loved each other. It was like they needed each other, you know? Michael helped Luke with his more sinister side and Luke taught Mike how to have fun."
"They sound great."
"Urgh, I'm sorry. I just started talking an-"
"No, no, it's okay. You never talk about your family much and I know how it feels, losing someone close to you. Voicing your thoughts helps. Talk to me."
"Okay. So, there was actually this one time-"
"DID YOU GET ME SUGAR?"
"Go away, Gabe."
"HOLY- OW-LUKE! BALTHAZAR! HELP!"
"What is going on here?"
"Luke, Gabriel's gone insane!"
"Gabriel, get off of Cas."
"I like him, he's squishy."
"Gabriel, my back, hurts, get off."
"Gabriel, come on. There's ice cream in the fridge."
"Thank God. Wow, Luke, look at you, all older brotherly."
"There's no ice cream in the fridge."
"Yeah, okay, good luck with that. I'm going to go and avoid Gabriel."
Someone needed to.
You owe me, jerk.
Whatever, bitch. You were the one with the "I understand you," attitude and the Cosmo advice.
/Incoming call; 3:50 A.M./
"Hey, I was just checking, to, you know,"
"Make sure I wasn't asleep?"
"I'm not asleep. I'm waiting for you outside."
"Dean, I believe I am nervous."
"Me too? Come on, Cas. Is Gabriel with you?"
"No, he ran off somewhere, crying out for sugar."
"Adorable. Come out or I'm coming in to get you."
"I am out."
"You're not all that threatening. I can see the expression on your face. You look nervous too."
"You can see- where are you."
"Your other left."
"Please tell me you're not that old man with the beard."
"A little to the right."
"You should get in my arms. Like, right now. This instant. Sooner if possible."
YOU DIDN'T COME HOME LAST NIGHT.
Did you break into my apartment last night?
Not exactly. It's not breaking in if I have the keys.
I'm at Dean's.
HAD FUN? I BET YOU JUST SAT AROUND EATING SCONES AND TEXTING.
AS A MATTER OF FACT, I FUCKED HIM AND NOW HE DOESN'T WANT TO GET OFF THE BED. And, scones?
Doctor Who reference, Winchester. Cas would have gotten it. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BROTHER?
He needs some sleep before his class at 9.
Okay, I'll give you the threatening older brother speech later, okay? It's kinda early for me.
Message: MIKE IS UP.
Message: YAY. THEY FUCKED. HAPPINESS ALL AROUND.
Message: PARTAY. COME OUT NEXT WEEK. I HAVE TO GO, MIKE'S STARTED BITCHING ABOUT WORK AND SHIT LIKE THAT.
Message: GREAT. WE CAN GIVE WINCHESTER THE THREAT TOGETHER.
Message: THE ONE WHERE WE THREATEN TO DISEMBOWEL HIM, CUT OFF HIS BALLS AND FEED IT TO HIM AND LEAVE THE REST OF HIM BLOODY AND FOR DOGS TO CHEW ON?
Message: That's the reason you're my favorite.
Message: Fuck off, my favorite's demanding my attention.
So, this is it for this fic! I know that it's not completely finished and that it leaves room for more. Orginally, this was going to be way longer and much more angsty and complicated but there's only so much I can do in this format. I have an important exam coming up, so I might write a sequel in a month or so.
A gigantic thanks to Zuza, who basically saved this fic from rotting in my computer half finished, for helping me through this and staying awake late with me to write porn, which is of course, the quality of an awesome person.
Thank you for reading!
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