Because You're His

There was a short, warm breath blowing on the nape of Sam Winchester’s neck and unhesitating, he turned. There was emptiness behind him and turning back, Sam sucked his breath when Castiel appeared before him dripping wet from head to toe. Sam eased himself further into the seat, his knee barely grazing against the soaked areas on Castiel’s slacks.

“Why…are you wet?” Sam Winchester asked closing the book between his fingers.

The thunder rumbled lowly up above in the thick black smoke of night. The pitter patter of raindrops had lessened from this afternoon’s shower; no longer as hard and rough as before. Only moments ago, Sam had checked his watch. 9:12. Twelve minutes ago that Dean had left in the Impala to parade himself around in one of the local bars. Sam had checked his watch again. 9:14. Time blinked across the digital screen and it was fourteen minutes exactly when Castiel proclaimed he would.

Sam sat up slightly when Castiel clamped his hand on Sam’s left shoulder, his hand squeezing lightly. The lingering touch of the angel didn’t go unnoticed by the brunette. Sam’s eyes chased Castiel’s forearm starting from the bottom of Sam’s earlobe, Castiel’s wrist appeared while moving down Sam’s neck, Castiel’s palm gliding over Sam’s triceps and Castiel’s fingers running down Sam’s forearms. The angel motioned Sam to come closer with one finger, leaning downward. As the brunette arched upward, the angel whispered gruffly in his ear.

“Because it’s raining.”

“If you’re looking for him, Dean’s not here,” Sam sat back, tossing the book across the table.

Sam’s eyes drifted over to Castiel, who had turned his back. Castiel’s broad back glistened through his damp white collared shirt peeling off the soaked tan trench coat as it fell to the floor as thunderous as the clouds outside.

Castiel loosened his tie, turning his head back to the younger Winchester. “You and I are both well aware of why I’m here.”

Sam got up, offering his seat to the angel whom gracefully slid down. Castiel held the nape of the brunette’s neck, guiding him between his parting legs while Sam’s fingers worked their magic with the buttons beneath the belt that held Castiel’s slacks around his waist.

“Dean will be gone for a while.”

“This has nothing to do with him,” Castiel inhaled and Sam’s lips wrapped around him tightly.

Castiel’s hand slid down the brunette’s back, gripping the brunette’s shirt collar as Sam swallowed more of his swollen prick. The angel’s thumb stroked Sam’s puffed cheeks, licking his own parched lips, feeling Sam’s tongue flicking against his flesh. Their eyes met briefly and garbling breathlessly, the angel rolled his hips tantalizingly into the crevices of Sam’s willing mouth.

“Kept you waiting?”

Sam’s eager hand spoke for him, smacking his palm on Castiel’s outer thigh and kneading the cover area intensely. The angel’s subdued his moan, positioning his passive fingers that curled around the neckline of the younger Winchester while his free hand curled around his belt. He pulled it through the loops slowly, letting the leathery material slither over Sam’s throat, before casting it to the floor.

“Don’t…move.”

Nails dug deeply between the tender muscles and ligaments until the angel’s crowning head tickled Sam’s uvula. Castiel threw his head back with balls buried deep and marveling at its effectiveness, his gaze looked downward, petting Sam’s hair. Castiel eased out gently, giving Sam enough room to rake his teeth gently against the indention between the head, flicking his tongue rapidly in and around the angel’s opening slit. Sam’s hands moved under the hems of Castiel’s slacks, rubbing the expose skin on the angel’s calves. Castiel leaned forward.

Sam engulfed him once more completely while Castiel’s fingers dug once more into the younger Winchester’s shirt. With his other hand, Castiel held onto Sam long locks. Separating Sam’s mouth from his flesh, Castiel grunted and felt Sam’s warm breath blow cool air directly onto the exposed shaft. Castiel pulled the younger Winchester’s shirt over his head. Sam arched back slightly, pulling the long sleeves constricting his arms while at the same time, moaning as his lips imprinted butterfly kisses around the angel’s shaft. Sam’s fingers brushed beneath Castiel’s sac, rubbing the sensitive piece of skin between Castiel’s balls and anus, as his other hand moved to caress the angel’s swelling flesh affectionately.

“No hands,” Castiel growled, prying Sam’s needy hand from around his shaft, “Behind your back.”

“Cas…” Sam sighed shamelessly.

“I’m getting cold.” Castiel exhale with bated breath, his thumb gliding over Sam’s moistened lips.

Castiel lifted his foot between Sam’s already parted thighs, the toe of his shoe lightly touching the swelled area in the brunette’s jeans. Castiel places both hands on Sam’s shoulders, extending his foot outward, allowing the brunette to lean against him. Sam nestled his head on Castiel’s inner thigh, burying his nose in the rich smell of his saliva coated on the angel’s cock. Sam’s hands first moved between his thighs, untying the shoestring, removing that which bounded Castiel’s foot. Taking the other into his hand, Sam quickly disposed of the other shoe.

The young Winchester urged his crotch further against the angel’s shin crossing his wrists behind him. Castiel cocked his head sideways, rasping lowly and unevenly, prodding his leg further beneath the aching area. Sam eagerly accepted the comforting relief, thrusting vertically against the angel all the while his mouth resumed to diligently working Castiel’s cock. The angel moaned from the muffed vibrations coming from the brunette’s eager hot mouth, humming around his prick.

“Look at me, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes were held in Castiel’s dominating gaze and Sam halted his head rotation, only briefly. Castiel leaned forward, his index finger running along Sam’s throat, beneath the slight stubble on the younger Winchester’s chin. Castiel’s fingers rubbed the small hairs on the nap of Sam’s neck, twirling his fingers in their short locks. Castiel rose, slowly.

“Don’t move.”

Holding the brunette’s still Castiel gradually shifted until he was now leaning against the wooden table. Sam’s shorted breaths from his nose tickled the small hairs around Castiel’s prick; the angel’s sweetness dripping down the brunette’s throat like honey and molasses. Sam moaned, eyes partial closed, meeting the angel’s thrusts. Castiel’s thumb stroked the brunette’s earlobe, building his momentum and Sam’s mouth and hallowed cheeks tightly wrapped his base.

They were forceful, tender thrusts and the younger Winchester’s tongue ran along the base of Castiel’s cock. The dark angel’s crown brushed against the back of Sam’s throat and brunette felt his saliva racing down the corners of his mouth. Castiel’s lips tighten, his teeth raking across his bottom lip. Castiel withdrew himself and the brunette rubbed his lips on the weeping tip. Like a flash, a pair of pale yellow lights had passed, their pale yellow beams passing through the lens of the motel’s window, reflecting on the wall; the thunder crashed and the rain poured harder.

“Sam,” Castiel moaned gruffly.

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The rain was beating against the glass of the Impala. Castiel could sense how close the other was; the angel’s hands gripped the elder Winchester’s outer thighs absorbing his rapid thrusts. Castiel grunted as Dean’s limp cock slipped from his lips, the white stains dripping off his chin and onto his trench coat. Castiel swallowed and the elder Winchester pushed his jeans off his hips.

Dean watched as Castiel removed his right hand from against the windshield.

“Do you ever think about it?” Castiel asked him.

“Did he ask you to fuck him?”

“You saw.” Castiel wiped the remains on the back of his left hand. “He wants me to.”

Dean’s face hardened, his head tilted back slightly, his hand working his length once more making it hard once again. The elder Winchester’s brilliant eyes were directly fixated on Castiel’s piercing ones. Dean pushed Castiel onto his back, roughly unbuckling and pulling down Castiel’s pants. Dean held Castiel’s calves in his palm and Castiel’s eyes traced the outline of Dean’s jaw. He knew the elder Winchester was gritting his teeth. The angel drew his knees into his chest and his heels rested on the dashboard. Dean was unhesitant and impaled his cock inside the tightness.

“No,” Castiel choked as Dean fucked him roughly. “I didn’t.”

“Good.” Dean withdrew, kissing the angel’s temples as he reentered gently.

“Why not go to him.”

Castiel receive no reply because he already knew the answer. He bit his lip and Dean was thrusting faster, holding him closer. Dean wanted him, but he wanted Sam more, because Sam was Dean’s. Sam was Dean’s and because of that, Castiel could not give in to his own desires. The Winchesters belonged to no one but themselves. Yet in the darkness of the Impala, Sam played no part in the equation. In that moment, Sam wasn’t Dean’s, Castiel was.