Title: Meaningless Kiss (but… there are no meaningless kisses) [Title inspired by Hugh Grant song from Music and Lyrics]
Disclaimer: Kripke’s players. I make ‘em dance. It’s all a bit wonky. Wanna Cookie?
Rating: PG 13 (I guess)… Mentions a few Iniquities
Genre and/or Pairing: Domestic Dean/Cas, Awesome!Sam, Kid!Fic
Spoilers: Completely AU. None.
Warnings: Well… My hate for certain characters is visible… but it’s not enough to take offence.
Word Count: ????
Summary: Dean Winchester works hard to provide for his kid brother Sammy, working as a mechanic by day and a bouncer by night. He thinks that’s all there is to his life, until he sees the well-known slut Micheal with his new arm candy.
A/N [Edited]: I am not sure if this is the end… Or just the beginning. It can go either way :)
Part 1: Way Back into Love [Title inspired by Hugh Grant, Haley Bannett ballad from Music and Lyrics]
Part 2: Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore [Title inspired by REO Speedwagon song]
Part 3: You put your arms around me and I’m home [Title inspired by Christina Perri song: Arms]
Part 4: Save the Best for Last [Title inspired by Vanessa Williams song]
It’s been my favorite song since forever. Only today did I realize this is THE DESTIAL SONG!!
When I saw you standing there
I about fell off my chair
And when you moved your mouth to speak
I felt the blood go to my feet
Know it took time for me to know
What you tried so not to show
Something in my soul just cries
I see the want in your blue eyes
Oh baby, I’d love you to want me
The way that I want you
The way that it should be
Oh baby, you’d love me to want you
The way that I want to
If you’d only let it be
You told yourself years ago
You’d never let your feelings show
The obligation that you made
For the title that they gave…
“One may tolerate a world full of demons for the sake of an angel” -Reinette Poisson, Doctor Who; The Girl in the Fireplace
"I guess the hardest is having so much love for you and it somehow not being returned. I develop crushes all the time… but that is just a misdirected need for you. You are the hole in my life - a black hole. Anything I place there cannot be returned. I miss you terribly."
- Tim Cosgrave, Holding The Man
Dean slowed down his car and desperately looked out the window. His kid brother had run away and their father blamed him.
It wasn’t his fault. Sam and dad had been on outs ever since he’d learned what dad did for a living – hunt things that go bump in the night. And every time dad returned from his weeklong hunting trip, he and dad argued about it. This time too they had fought and Sam had, as always, threatened to run away if he didn’t stop it. And finally tired of his constant tantrums and empty threats, dad had yelled, “You don’t have the balls, boy!” Dad had left that very night, and Dean had realized Sam was missing the next morning. That was four days ago.
Dad was gonna come back tomorrow and if he didn’t find Sam before that, dad would kill him.
But that wasn’t all he was worried about. The world was not safe place for a 13-year old kid, out by himself. Sure, Sammy was smart… and good at hustling… and trained in basic martial arts, but he still was no match for a grown-up with a knife or a gun. And four days is a really long time.
What if… what if Sammy was hurt? Or dead? Or worse!
The thought filled Dean with sudden dread. He stopped the car by the side of the road and stumbled out. He collapsed onto the grassy patch, joined his hands below his chin and uttered one word, “Cas”.
That’s all he said. “Cas… Please… Cas…” He was sobbing softly, pleadingly… only two words on his lips…”Cas… please…” He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to. Cas knew. Cas always knew.
One based on HIMYM!, Ted and Yellow Umbrella:
Dean goes to a bar on New Year’s Eve searching for his “one true love” with his brother Sam - a prelaw/law grad at Stanford. He passes out in the bar, and when he wakes up it’s raining so he takes the raincoat someone forgot from the night before…
A few weeks/months later, he pays a visit to his brother’s dorm and barely runs into his new roommate - a freaky nerd with a weird name… Cas. He forgets “his" raincoat at Sam’s.
Cas hates his existence. He lost his raincoat on New Year’s Eve and had to go home drenched and cold. Then he had to move out of his frat house and into a shitty co-ed dorm. His new roommate had to be a typical “perfect allrounder” - Genius nerd who was also an amazing QB, and and did not drink too much or do drugs and was blessed with temper of a saint and a smoking hot body and an equally smoking hot girlfriend. And then he ran into his roommate’s weird brother, Dean - an anal retentive guy who brushed past him without as much as “hey” or “sorry”.
And then he found his raincoat…
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Dean parked the car and got out in a hurry. He opened the backseat door and got in. Cas joined him a moment later.
“Now… where were we?” Cas asked cheekily.
In reply, Dean leaned forward and kissed him flush on the mouth, pulling him closer. Within seconds, they were making out like horny teenagers – snogging loudly and pawning each other all over. Ten minutes later, Cas was flat on his back, Dean pressed on top of him, his hand in Cas’ pants rubbing fervently against the hard cock, while his mouth traced Cas’ upper body.
Cas moaned loudly against Dean’s neck and Dean pressed a kiss into his hair. He loved this Cas, all hot and bothered. And Cas pressed under him, humping back, was doing wonders for him as well. They were desperately grinding and moaning – Cas taking little nibbles of his throat, his ear lobes, his lips when his own lips weren’t sealed in pleasure – each one aching for long repressed release.
They were pretty forgone when Dean heard another car pull up beside them. At first, Dean ignored the loud sloppy teenage make-out session in the next car, they were no better, but after a particularly loud moan courtesy of Cas, he heard the girl squee in surprise, followed by a semi-whispered, “Do you think people in that car are having sex?”
Dean bit down on his lip to suppress the sudden grin that threatened to break out, hoping Cas hadn’t noticed it or heard the girl.
But… “Turn on the damn radio, will you?” Cas muttered in his ear. “We are not putting on a fucking show.” To this day, Dean claimed that it was the best decision Cas had ever made.
Dean nodded obediently and twisted around, hating to leave that warm body even for a second. He stretched his free hand, switched to a Rock Station, turned up the volume and returned to continue where he had left off.
“…And now, by popular demand…” Dean vaguely heard the RJ speak after the last guitar strains had faded away, “…we bring to you ‘Hard Day’s Night’ by The Beatles. Enjoy!”
“Hmmm…” Cas murmured in his ear, “I love The Beatles. They’re fucking amazing.”
“Yeah?” Dean smiled and before his tongue found Cas’ again.
“Dean… I can’t… I need…” Cas pleaded, when they finally broke for air, his bright blue eyes wide with lust. “Can… you… uhmm… Dean…” he groaned as Dean started nibbling his nipples.
Dean understood what he was trying to say. Dean too had been waiting for this for a long time. He pushed himself up, fumbling with Cas’ buttons before pushing his pants down. The bulge in his boxers was now prominent… and Dean couldn’t wait to have that thick flush cock in his mouth. He reached to push the boxers down, and that’s when he heard it.
“… But when I get home to you, I find the things that you do/ Will make me feel alright… So why on earth should I moan, cos when I get you alone/ You know I feel OK…”
And something clicked. He wasn’t sure if it was the high was of finally having his Cas so close to him, or it was the song that resonated so close to their situation or something else… But in the cramped, uncomfortable backseat of his Impala, straddling Cas awkwardly while he shook and whimpered under him waiting for release, Dean started laughing.
It wasn’t a simple laugh either! He laughed and laughed, like he hadn’t laughed in years. Rolling his head, tears forming in eyes, clutching his stomach he kept laughing, until a positively pissed Cas raised himself on his elbow and very irritatedly looked at him, his mood and boner officially killed. “What’s wrong?” he hissed loudly, barely able to contain his anger.
But Dean shushed him and motioned him to listen. A few seconds later Cas was openly gaping at him, then he too joined in. They both kept laughing like crazy until the song got over. Later, Dean would also claim that they had managed to scare off the kids in the next car from doing anything foolish, but in that moment, none of that mattered.
By the time the RJ came back to announce the next song, Dean and Cas were already sitting up, with Cas tucked in Dean’s side, his arm wrapped around Dean, his head on Dean’s chest, while Dean’s hand played casually with his sweat-sleeked hair. They didn’t know how long they sat like that, or what songs they heard afterwards… all they knew was that it was perfect.
The Beatles were really fucking amazing!
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