A / N: Ok, I present the time purely without words ... no idea habs just read again and ... I do not know ... Ne is eternity since I wrote the ... So if something is too cheesy excuse me yes? * Hides *
Chapter 11 - Say it!
Later in the evening
Dean entered the club with a big grin. His eyes sparkled mischievously and he rubbed his hands excitedly.
"You see? .." Dean looked over his shoulder, but there was no one.
'Always the same with him. "
an irritated groan followed and Dean went back. He found Castiel just to the right of the entrance to the club, leaning against the wall. His eyes darted frantically back and forth easily. As if he should not be here, could not be here.
"What's wrong with you? If you come at last? "
Castiel eyes flashed briefly, he saw Dean in a moment. As long as he endured could without melt with desire.
"I can not in there Dean! I've changed my mind, we, no, I should go ... "
Dean closed her eyes and counted to three. Castiel put his patience to a real test.
"We had that all, or not, Cas?"
Dean looked at him now with his mischievous smile, which he knew it was crazy the women made.
"You were an angel, are fallen, and now come finally to the good side in the matter. Come on, do not leave me hanging, two by two, the whole is much more fun. You let me down yet, do you? "
Castiel still looked not to Dean. Looking to enter the site. Dean tilted his head, caught sight Castiel and his eyes. Caught him with it one. Hypnotized him with the indescribable green. It seemed to radiate Deans whole phenomenon formally. But since nobody else responded Castiel assumed that it was returned to him and his pipe dreams.
'He is so beautiful, so damn irresistible. At this sight ... who because he can knock off something? "
began in Castiel chest press it again to flutter to storm. It was the feeling that what took all the burden from his shoulders and at the same time it threatened to suffocate from the inside.
'Oh, what's intended. My feelings for Dean are not just legitimate, so what makes it even then, when I go into this den of iniquity ...
As long as he's happy. "
But Dean was waiting for an answer, but Castiel just moved to the Arm in the club. They entered the club and the music roared toward them. Castiel pulled Dean to the front, just where he could see him put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him further from behind. The music was loud, why Dean spoke from behind Castiel ear, that he understood him.
"So what is it with dancing, Cas?"
"Dance?"
Castiel watched the twitching bodies on the dance floor.
"No, I can not Dean. I'm for something not ... "
"Okay, Plan B."
Dean now headed to the bar where a lot of singles to spend their evening. But for Dean it was just a buffet, where he could help himself.
"So, Cas, do not ask around long, get on it one, I say, let them talk most of the time. Tell her nothing supernatural understood. First, women love to talk to them and if this someone is listening. Secondly, you remain mysterious, and I also think that you're not a big flirt. "Dean looked Cas, and this emphatically nodded slowly.
'Okay, I have to remember that now. wanted to
No questions, nothing supernatural, and the woman told '
Dean just go when he remembered something. He raised his hand and grinning dug out a key and a condom and gave both Cas.
"Here, if everything goes smoothly goes into her motel across the street, I have two rooms booked by phone by tomorrow. And remember, always nice to hold you the basics, yes. "
A thief grin was now continued on Dean's face as he:
"The best do what Sammy has done in the books whenever he was with women, yes."
Castiel Dean looked puzzled.
"I thought you did not read the books?"
"I Did not, but I know that my little brother."
'Why should I as blank even before Cas are ' thought Dean gleefully.
Dean headed for the blonde. Castiel was now diagonally behind him. He tapped the woman gently on the shoulder. She turned to him for having a beautiful smile on her lips.
"Hi."
Dean put his arm around the shoulder and turned it slightly over to Castiel.
"Have you heard my friend Cas?"
The woman, visibly surprised, then looked at Castiel. And she liked what she saw. Although the guy in the leather jacket looked like she had incredibly good taste rather timid and quiet types, and the black-haired man opposite her was not only to bite good. No, he radiated something. On the one hand, uncertainty and innocence, on the other hand, something mysterious, not tangible.
"No, I do not know, but I hope that changes soon."
She held out her hand, but Castiel did not respond. Just stared at the outstretched hand as if you threaten him with a gun.
"Hi, I'm Helena."
Cas still not responded.
, Why did Dean do that? I know this woman not. What should I do? "
Cas cast a desperate glance at Dean. But Helena was not idle. They approached him, took down her hand and embraced instead Castiel wrist. Was close to him and pulled him to one of the bar stool.
Dean watched the development with pleasure. Since he had probably made a stroke of luck. The woman was not only hot, no, they also seemed to go really into guys who had little experience and where you could teach something else.
, is called a naughty teacher syndrome '
Dean and Castiel put his arms around Helen's shoulders and shouted to the bartender.
"The first round of the two goes to me! "
A grin to two and then he was gone. Castiel looked behind Dean still saw this was moving in the dancing crowd. Joined in the dance. Is so moving that Castiel was warm again and also the thing between his legs twitched briefly but violently. Then came a red-haired woman approached Dean and took him in fitting and pushed him further on the dance floor Castiel out of sight. Inwardly groaned Castiel, but he would give anything to be in that moment in the body of his red-haired. Castiel turned around. The bartender had placed him a beer and Helena looked at him curiously over their long Iceland.
"You do that often, right?"
Castiel hesitated.
Shall I answer her ... or can they continue to talk? But, they probably expected an answer. "
" N-ne-.. no, I'm for the first time in such a club. "
Castiel grabbed the beer and Helen look fixed on his hand, her expression was cool.
"I am not an adulteress, you know. You guys make me sick from something. Go back to your wife was not touched, you lousy dog. "
Castiel and drank his beer, but when Helena became louder still, he felt obliged to clarify what he wrongly had made.
"Helena, I do not know what you mean, but I'm not a woman."
Helena's view was changing. From cool to angry.
understood "And then what is the ring on your finger?"
Castiel and looked at the wedding ring on his left hand.
, Oh she thinks Jimmy's wedding ring ... as seen ... I should clarify it better. "
Castiel was just wondering how he could begin to explain to him again as Dean words invaded.
Nothing supernatural .... Remain mysterious ....
, I should make it as short as possible '
"Oh, the ring ... I have not taken it ... is probably a habit I wear it still. "
Castiel turned briefly to the ring and took it off. Among them came forth a bright strip of skin. Helena's features were soft and she laid her hand on Castiel shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I did not know that your wife is deceased. I'm such a bumpkin. I'm really sorry and now I still talk all the time about it. "
Castiel listened to her and she just wanted to again correct that his wife was not dead, but he never had one, that this is only a vascular ; ß was. A Leihkörper.
Dean's words came back again in his head.
Let the woman speak calmly, they love this
, Well maybe it is better not to stop now. Best to just nod and speak only when I'm asked. "
Thus spake Helena continue on a Castiel. Shifted from one foot in the next, and so was red in the face like it was a long time. But Castiel was hanging on their words, remained silent and looked at her with undisguised curiosity. As was refilled her drink, she took it and sucked it to her mouth at last to give any other job, as a widower to tear the heart.
, somehow ... it seems to me to be angry. God, this guy is simply fantastic. His hair ... I would love to bury my hands in it. "
So slowly did the alcohol is effective, and it was all for a moment in Helen's head.
, Well, for today is that my last drink. "
" So Cas ... is your real name? "
Castiel surprised by the PLÖ ; tzliche question of his seemingly endless speech on one and the same subject but with hundreds of excuses for a missing wife, hesitated with the answer.
"Nei- No it is not. My real name is Castiel. Dean has given me one day, these three letters ... and he stuck to it somehow. Why I do not know. "
, So is the guy in the leather jacket designed Dean."
Helena Castiel looked over his shoulder and caught sight of Dean, now without leather jacket dressed, danced with a red-haired woman.
"Castiel? The name I have never heard of. Where did he come from? "
" He is Enoch. "
Helena hesitated briefly at the response.
"Henock? What is this? "
Castiel only just noticed that he had an exceed Deans rules.
"He's from the Bible. Enoch is an ancient language. "
" Oh, so your parents were probably very religious, what. "
" My father valued beliefs about everything. "
"Oh, oh God, of which wanted to I can also sing a song. "
Castiel hesitated as he reach for his beer.
, How does she know for now, who is my father? "
But Helen did not seem to remember Castiel hesitation and told more lively.
"How were you trained for. Catholic or Protestant? "
Castiel looked at her as she was coming from another planet.
, What is now back with ? Him go '
Helena blushed and went on hastily: "Or are you not a Christian. I have nothing against other religions, do not think that you want me ... I mean. Are you Jewish, right? "
Castiel, now clearly a bit overwhelmed, looking for a way to bring them finally to silence.
, you is far too many questions. I do not even know how I respond to the first. "
Can" we about something other than religion speak? "
Castiel eyes sparkled when asked nervously played his hand with the beer glass and he looked up from below, so here is Helena. Helena believed in his sad eyes to melt there.
"I wanted to connect to you really is not too close, Castiel. And I want to screw up, not again, because I've never really good luck with men. "Helena looked at Castiel hopeful, but this was serious, did not blink, looked on with his blue eyes directly and honestly to .
"You messing nothing. I'm the beginner. "
But Castiel looked Helena nervousness. Their tension.
, Hm, maybe I should help her. "
Castiel covered her wrist tighter. Drew her to him. His expression remained the same, serious and honest.
Helen, surprised gasped briefly slipped as Castiel his hands over her body.
solved in a few hits, their eyelashes tension in this magical Hands. And it happened even more. Castiel hands, warm and strong, sends more than just relaxation through her body. They lit a fire in her work. Let their passion flares up high and bright. Helena blushed and gave a suppressed sigh.
, Oh my God, Castiel is anything but innocent. With these hands .... "
Castiel hands moved along her back. The nerve endings unerringly apt and now he cupped her hips. Her hands Next slide, over her stomach and slightly down to her abdomen.
Helena came out a hoarse cry of ecstasy when a wave broke out in her loins. She leaned her back against Castiel chest. Pressed against him, nor did he feel more and inhale its fragrance.
, it smells as pure as a summer night. "
Castiel was satisfied.
, She seems to like it. Well, best I go on. "
But Helena had enough. She turned in his arms and pulled the surprised Castiel, clinging to his neck, to be down in a passionate kiss.
Castiel was confused with the new situation.
, Oh. I've now done something wrong or something ... right? "
Helena Castiel hung on his lips. Suction to it and tasted its purity. It was exhilarating to kiss this guy.
Castiel tried to return the kiss. Timid, he pressed his lips against her, but something in him rebelled against it. He felt that this was not the right place was. Something told him that he cheated on Dean.
, Dean and I, there is nothing! He has dragged me but here. "
Cas closed his eyes and was about to break off the kiss, as a picture flashed.
Dean.
Castiel told him just to feel instead of Helena. The memory of Dean's soft lips. Suddenly it was easy. He kissed back Helena. Drew her even closer to her, opened his mouth. Licked her lips and penetrated into it. Helen's right hand was already in Castiel Hair disappeared. The left was pressed to his voluptuous ass and pressed her pelvis together.
, OH GOD, he is an incredibly good kisser! "
But Castiel did not see Helena. For him it was not there.
it was for Dean in his arms.
Dean on his lips.
Dean on his body.
Castiel, Dean and Helen had left alone, he headed straight to the dance floor.
On the way he gave his Leather jacket at the door and then threw himself into the dancing crowd. The music was good and soon he had caught a small red-haired devil. She had made great effort not to flirt killed, but he simply packed up and ready to snogs wild. Dean, the first surprise was a fact and let his hands slip to her hips. After a few seconds, she broke away from him.
"Hi, I'm Liz." She whispered.
Dean smiled and replied,
Dean Her eyes went lusting over Dean's body as she danced more closely. Then she stood on tiptoe and whispered in Dean's ear, which promised him another very eventful night.
Dean saw Castiel back. He was still sitting at the bar Helena was still with him.
, so good, everything seems to go well '
Liz's hands moved over Dean's chest. Hooked up to his face and into his neck. Dean looked down at her, in their eyes transfigured.
, Hm, somehow it transmits not today. Not like in billion '
But Deans thought to be overcome doubts came out again.
, or as with Cas. "
Dean stopped abruptly at the thought. He breathed slowly and deeply.
, No, No, NO! Not again! "
Liz remarked Deans change, his sudden tension.
"Hey is all right? "she asked, and covered his biceps. Stroked him. Her left arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him towards him. Liz tried it, Dean can be seen in the eyes, but he avoided her gaze. Would he miss but only his already familiar blue of Castiel it.
, Damn, I dance here with NEM hot brush and all I can think is, is ... '
Then it happened. As a flood of thoughts and feelings Deans rolled his head and killed him with his request, confronted him normal.
, of everything I can think is, that their hands too small, you smell too sweet and penetrating, her lips too brittle, not demanding enough, her body too weak and fragile! '
, Everything not Cas' reminded him to be doubt in his mind.
"Shit," Dean swore and broke roughly from the grip of Liz. She was now no longer pleased with this and came him against his chest slightly.
"What's your fucking problem?" Nagged at him. Dean wanted to apologize just watched from his corner of the eye as Castiel moved. Helena in his arms as he held ...
, Like me, when we were kissing on the street. "
She touched ...
& sbquo , So like me, when I was hurt ... '
you ... kissed
, so like me in the motel room '
Each of these ideas Deans jealousy rose higher and higher. Liz was forgotten. In his eyes flashed to envy and his attitude was so determined and dangerous as in hunting. He let Liz back without a response to the dance floor. Stamped on the bar to. People pushed to the side, who were in his way.
He seemed to explode almost inside when Helena her hand deep into Castiel hair buried him so tightly hugged her.
But when it is closer came and saw how much Castiel pressed against them, how much he was engrossed in the kiss, how much he enjoyed it, something broke in him.
Was there any hope? Or to be only the illusion of something special? Dean did not know.
, so I was nothing special for Castiel. I was just there, when his request broke out. Just insert any person in which he has spared himself. What was I thinking at all here. I am nothing, have nothing on me, for which one would change his life. I come, bring a few laughs and I'm in the next second forget it ... so it's always been and will never change '
When Dean was about to leave the two alone, Castiel Helena pushed on the counter. You could do that with him, went even further and moaned even louder. The other club-goers threw already irritated glances at her.
Although Dean had decided to do nothing, he could not help it that the urge in him to end this here, so much stronger and it was literally forced. Before he knew it there, he had already Castiel gripped by the shoulders and pulled him down from Helena. He grabbed his elbow and pulled him away from the bar through the crowd. Shortly after they had crossed the dance floor, tore Castiel going on.
"Dean! What's the matter with you, "Castiel Dean stared directly. His eyes drilled formally in Deans.
, Oh God, those eyes. Why does it make me like to gaze into those eyes? " While Dean thought that it was close to him in his jeans and hotter.
Dean looked away, could Castiel fool as long as he looked at him.
"You, you, it was not right, what did you do that was to ..."
"NOT TRUE!" Castiel interrupted him at once into a deep roar. Dean was startled and jumped back slightly.
, that he reacted so hard, I had not expected. She had seemed well but to be very important. Damn it. "
" Dean, what's this doing here? "Continued Castiel and made a step toward Dean.
Deans views soared, prized Castiel. Paid attention to every movement, which he did.
"You wanted that we enjoy ourselves here to have fun and meet with women!"
Castiel went a step toward Dean. Dean more instinctively to the rear.
"You wanted me to come with you, that it would be a couple so much fun!"
more step. Dean went back again, but now he could already feel the wall behind him. Castiel look was still addressed to him like the barrel of a shotgun. Cannulated him. Tied him formally.
"You wanted to get me a woman, because I have yet so necessary, but that I should look good in this life!"
Castiel took a final step of Dean. Dean pressed still closer to the wall as he could, if he only tried hard enough to escape through.
Castiel stood before him, only millimeters separated their bodies from each other. Although Dean was larger than Castiel, he felt just the opposite. Castiel exuded something. His deep rumbling voice chased him a shiver down the spine, which excited him with every syllable of Castiel mouth more. His aura was dominant, almost threatening.
Dean's eyes darted about Castiel body, his face, his arms, his chest. Partly out of fear, but to a much larger part of desire, which came from within. What was so foreign to him.
Castiel groaned. And hung his head briefly. Then he jumped in front of a second to the next he was Dean's wrists with his hands against the wall pinned. Held him captive.
"Dean," he whispered, now only with a rough voice.
"I have enough of it, first you want me to sleep with this woman, then if it works you tug me away! Why?
Dean shrugged arms, on impulse, he wanted to kiss Castiel, but this only pushed him even stronger against the wall and thus prevented it.
Dean was on the one hand, glad that he had not already been so made a silly mistake, but on the other hand, scared and Castiel as he degree of anger and despair in his eyes read.
"Enough of Dean," Castiel he whispered in his ear now. The warm breath of his words had a significant effect on Dean. He was previously uncertain whether he was excited, so there was now no longer in doubt. Because the effect immediately jumped in Deans step and his tail is now pressed painfully against the fabric of the jeans.
"I've had enough of your gestures. I can not read your actions, they do not understand. So listen to me finally point to do what you want, but say it! Tell me what you want and stick to it. "
Dean was caught by surprise, did not know what he should do.
"Cas ... I, you, let me ..."
"NO!" Castiel expressed himself and now his whole body against Dean.
"You shall tell me only what you want,"
Dean breath away it's breath. He felt Castiel everywhere. And this had to feel it.
all from him.
Dean's pulse was fired at one hundred and eighty, and his heart was racing so fast already that he counted every second with a heart attack.
Castiel his face was so close. Their noses almost touched. Dean would stretch out his tongue, he knew, so he could lick lips over Castiel. So close they are.
The smell of Castiel could not be otherwise described as exhilarating. Everything was unimportant. Dean's head was deserted and returned only remained his deepest wish. What he wanted most.
He echoed over and over again in his empty head. With every second that he looked into the face of the angel, he echoed louder. With every moment that he saw pass in this sky-blue eyes, resonated more clearly. Until he could no longer suppress it. Until Deans last barricade fell and he cried out just what he felt what he wanted so desperately.
"I WANT YOU, CAS! Damn, I want you so much "
TB ...
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