But, in the coming months, you will have more decisions to make. I don't envy the weight that's on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don't.

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As far as Castiel’s parents know, their son is basically a saint. He volunteers at church, he keeps his grades up, he prays every night. The last thing their Castiel would ever do is sin.

If you asked the preacher, he’d disagree. The things he’s heard in confession would possibly send Mr. and Mrs. Novak to their graves. Castiel Novak was not the good boy his parents thought him to be. He smoke, he drank, he cussed, he snuck out, he lied. He spent his Saturday nights fucking Dean Winchester into the mattress, only to get cleaned up for church Sunday morning.

It was after midnight on a Saturday when Castiel snuck out of the house and ran down the street to meet Dean Winchester.  Dean had his Impala parked on the corner of Castiel’s street, leaning on the side.  Castiel didn’t waste time with a “hello,” he grabbed Dean around the waste and pushed their lips together as if he hadn’t seen Dean in months, not just hours. 

“Well hello to you too Cas,” Dean smirked when they realize they should probably remember to breathe. 

“Hello Dean.” Castiel suggestively smiled as he pressed Dean further against the car, feeling his growing hard-on between layers of clothing. “We should get out of here.” Dean complied. The drive from Castiel’s to Dean’s was about fifteen minutes, and a lot can happen in fifteen minutes. Such as Castiel distracting the driver with a hand on his knee, then his thigh, then oh shit.

“Cas,” Dean attempted not to moan, but it didn’t really work. “Cas, don’t you think…maybe…wait…until…" 

"Come on Dean, just don’t crash,” Castiel whispered in his ear as his hands worked to undo Dean’s belt, and when that was done, they gripped Dean’s hard cock through his boxers. 

When Bobby taught Dean to drive, he told him to watch out for pedestrians, and noisy backseat passengers (“like you and Sammy”), he told him how to adjust to weather. Bobby never taught Dean how to stay focused on the road when your boyfriend’s hand is wrapped around your dick and, 

“Fuck!” Dean half-yelled, half-moaned when Castiel’s mouth replaced his hands. “Dammit Cas! Can you stop distracting the driver?!" 

"Do you really want be to stop?” Castiel’s looked up at Dean with lust filled eyes. 

“No” Dean practically whimpered. They were two minutes from his house. He can hold out for two more minutes, right? He did, barely.  Castiel thinks Dean must’ve sent a record with the amount of time it took him to cut the engine, unlock the door, run of the stairs and strip his pants off. Castiel was right behind. 

Dean was really glad that Sammy was at a friends and John was MIA, because dammit Castiel can be loud, and the loader Castiel gets, the more Dean moans and it’s a never ending cycle of beautiful noises coming out of each other’s mouths as Castiel fucked Dean into the mattress. 

“Staying the night?” Dean asked after they finished. Castiel was known to sometimes crash, as long as Dean could have him back at his house by  6AM, and his parents would never know he was gone. Castiel made sure of that, expect part of him didn’t want to any more. 

“Sure,” he muttered from the other side of the bed. “Hey Dean." 

"Hey what?” Dean turned to face his boyfriend, pressing a light kiss to his forehead.

“What if I tell them? My parents. Can you image the looks on their faces when the find out half the shit I do? It’d be great." 

"Ya sure it’d be so great? I mean, yeah they’d be shocked. Their prefect little angel smokes and drinks and sneaks out to suck cock." 

"And gets a tattoo,” Castiel added to Dean’s list. 

“What?” Confusion came over Dean. He had seen every inch of Castiel’s body, no tattoos. 

“I’m going to get angel wings on my back,” Cas told him, “except instead of a halo in between, they’ll be devil’s horns. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” Cas smiled, and then added with a smirk, “and then my boyfriend can trace them with his tongue before he goes to suck me off." 

"Is that a request?” Dean smiled as he rolled over on top of Castiel and began working his way down.