Open up to Me

Castiel is afraid to leave the house. His therapist and brother help him to make friends, resulting in meeting Dean, a shy mute, who might just be the only one capable of getting him to come out of his shell. | a Destiel fanfic with some Sabriel on the side | 39694 words |


15. Chapter 14

Open up to Me

Chapter 14




This chapter contains oral sex. If you don't want to read that, I suggest that you skip this chapter.



Dinner was a succes. Dean had kept his respectable distance, giving Castiel the space he needed after the half successful make-out session. Castiel had appreciated Dean's patience and rewarded him with a timid kiss at the door. Both had blushed and promised to see each other again soon.

Exactly four days later, Castiel got a phone call from Gabriel. He'd just finished dining with Dean, and was currently snuggled up to the other man on the couch. He blushed a little, excusing himself from Dean and retired into the other room to answer the call.


"Kiddo, good news. I've managed to arrange for the tailor to come to you. Now. I've got the appointment for myself tomorrow at the store, but she said she can swing by around 4 to get you fitted for your tux. Is that okay?"

Castiel swallowed thickly, contemplating. He didn't exactly want a stranger in his home, touching him and pinning clothing to him. The thought alone made him shudder a bit. Maybe this was a test. Gabriel was seeing how far he was willing to commit. Whether he'd actually go through with his word and attend the wedding. He'd made it to the store, right? Maybe... maybe he could do this too.

"I... I can't," he lied, biting his lip. "I have plans."

Gabriel was silent for a moment. "Oh. Okay, kiddo. No big deal. Not like it's my wedding or anything. I'll... I'll figure something out." And with that, Gabriel hung up the phone. Castiel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Gabriel had sounded stressed. He hadn't exactly seen his brother as often on the account of the wedding being two weeks away. He supposed that was fair. He had other things to attend to.

He felt guilty though. Truly he did. He should be offering to help, being Gabriel's brother and all. But there was only som much he could do, being shut in. So that's why he'd lied about being busy. He wanted to make it up to Gabriel in some small way. He wanted to surprise Gabriel. He wanted to show him he could do these things. Be normal, if only for a little while.

The only problem was, last time Castiel had left the house, Dean had been with him. Eventually, Castiel came to a decision. He nodded slightly to himself and hesitantly walked back into the living room to find Dean sitting on the couch, smiling up at him. Dean's smile faltered a little when he saw the worried look on Castiel's face. Before Dean could ask, Castiel sat back down beside him, reaching for his hand and began to explain.

"Gabriel is getting fitted tomorrow," he said quickly before his brain had a chance to catch up and tell him this was a bad idea. "F-for the wedding and... well, I want to go with him. S-Surprise him, but... I'm afraid and, well... you've been there for me, Dean. I-I was hoping you could..."

Dean interrupted him, pressing the palm of his hand to Castiel's cheek, making him look at him so he could sign.

I'd be honoured.

Dean pressed a small, chaste kiss to Castiel's stunned expression and smirked a little.

Getting to see you in a tux has always been a dream of mine.

Castiel let out a small surprised chuckle, dipping his head away from Dean to try and hide his blush. Dean was getting more and more comfortable around Castiel and yet it still came as a bit of a shock to him when Dean came out with things like that. He really could be cheeky when he wanted to be.

Dean pressed another small kiss to the corner of Castiel's mouth, soft and tender. Castiel couldn't help but tilt his head towards Dean, their noses squishing together lightly as he made the kiss a little more than just a peck. Dean was more than happy to oblige, running a hand into Castiel's hair to bring him closer.

Castiel gasped, pulling back a little breathless. He watched Dean watching him with concerned eyes. It made his heart melt. Dean could drop his own needs just like that to make sure Castiel was okay. It made him feel special. That Dean would do so much for him.

Are you okay? We don't have to do anything.

Castiel shook his head, laughing a little. "I-I'm fine," he assured, brushing a thumb over Dean's cheekbone. "I'm finde," he whispered, pressing his lips back against Dean's. And the thing is, he was telling the truth. He really was fine. This, being here with Dean. A few months ago, this would have scared the hell out of him, but now... Now he felt more confident and comfortable with another human being than he had in his whole life.

Dean moaned softly as the kiss deepened and their tongues met. Castiel was breathing heavily, clutching to Dean's shoulders, almost desperately. Almost clinging to the small chance that they could get further this time. Dean seemed to notice Castiel's eagerness and grinned, sliding his hand down Castiel's side to rest against his thigh, rubbing his hand there encouragingly as their kisses became more heated.

Castiel had never felt more alive and frightened in his life. His hands somehow managed to loosen just enough to trail down from Dean's shoulders, to his waist. His hands stayed there, too scared to move further down, but he could feel arousal building quickly in the pit of his stomach. He squirmed a little under Dean's touch, feeling his erection brush uncomfortably against his jeans. Dean seemed to notice, pulling away with a worried look. His eyes blown out black and his lips were wet and plumb from kissing, and Castiel was blushing so damn hard from how attractive he found that.

We can stop. If you're... getting aroused.

Dean didn't want to stop. If he had his way, he'd have taken Castiel to bed already. Made love to him and hold him through the night. But that wasn't meant to be. Not yet anyway. Castiel was too inexperienced and naive. He couldn't take advantage of that. He liked Castiel too much to do that.

Castiel swallowed thickly and shook his head. "I-I-I want to keep going," he said nervously, biting his lip. He didn't exactly know what that meant, but he hoped Dean would understand and help him out. Dean had more experience than he did. He'd understand... right?

Dean paused for a moment, looking Castiel over to see if he was serious. He didn't want to push Castiel into this. He wanted him to enjoy this. He wanted him to be sure. He pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Castiel's lip, pulling back enough to give Castiel a moment to think this through.

If it's too much... I'll stop. All you've got to do is say, okay?

With a nod of understanding, Dean dipped his head and pressed nervous kisses to Castiel's neck. He hadn't been as worried before, but now his heart was pounding against his chest. He felt anxious to get this right. To show Castiel a good time. If he didn't enjoy it, Castiel may never want to do it again, and Dean would suffer in the long haul if sex could never be a part of the equation. A man has needs. And after meeting Castiel... Dean never wanted anyone else again.

Soft moans escaped Castiel, his hands clutching onto Dean's shoulders and hair as the other moved down his body, kissing any exposed skin he could find. He was breathing heavily, feeling out of control and at Dean's will. It was terrifying, feeling like this. Not knowing what Dean would do. But he trusted him. He knew that much. And he knew Dean would never hurt him.

Dean's mouth had moved down to Castiel's crotch. His lips dragged across the denim, causing Castiel to let out a small nervous yelp, which soon petered out into a moan as fingers brushed against his erection. Oh God. He should tell him to stop. Tell him he's not ready for this. Another soft moan escaped him, and he hadn't even realized when Dean had lowered himself onto the floor to kneel between Castiel's legs, but there he was.

"Dean..." he breathed, tipping his head back against the back of the couch as Dean dipped his hand into his pants, feeling his hard cock. The hand remained still for a moment as Dean just watched Castiel's expression, seeing if he was okay with this. When Castiel didn't protest or seem to be in any discomfort, Dean continued. His hands fumbled with Castiel's boxers, pulling them down enough to wrap his hand around Castiel's cock.

Castiel's mind went blank. He felt like time had stopped. His heart was pounding heavily, trying to keep up with his erratic breathing. His hands clenched into fists by his sides, misshaping the couch cushions. He looked down just in time to see Dean take the head of his cock into his mouth. A ragged gasp escaped his mouth as he looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching them. He felt so dirty for doing this in the middle of his own living room on a weekday afternoon, but that wasn't enough to stop Dean from pleasuring him in ways he'd never felt before.

Dean was surprised by how quickly Castiel came. It was so unexpected and sudden, he almost choked, but he recovered just in time to see Castiel's blissed out face as he swallowed him down. His own arousal building as he stroked himself over the edge, watching Castiel regain his senses.

It took almost ten minutes for Castiel to full regain his senses. Dean was knelt below him, his cheek pressed against his knee with a look of pure pleasure on his face. Castiel wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now, and found himself saying the only thought that came to mind.

"So that's what deep throating is."

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