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 |


10. Chapter 9

Open up to Me

Chapter 9


"Oh God," Gabriel moaned, biting down on his lip hard to stop from crying out. His breathing was harsh and heavy in the silence of the room. Sam's chuckle vibrated against his chest as he held his fiancé close. Gabriel was sat in his lap and rutting against him slowly. Both half hard as they fooled around, kissing and groping each other carefree to the fact they were in the same room as their slumbering brothers.

Sam chuckled softly, rolling his eyes. "If I knew you were going to be such a screamer about it I wouldn't have suggested it." Another soft moan escaped him as Gabriel sucked on his neck.

"Hey, it ain't my fault. You're the one that jumped me," Gabriel protested weakly.

"I'm not the one that gets turned on at the thought of being caught," Sam countered with a raised eyebrow.

Gabriel caved, rolling his eyes. "Whatever. It's not my fault you're so damn sexy. I can't take you anywhere without gettin' my hands on you."

Sam chuckled, craning his neck up to kiss Gabriel. Short and sweet. Just like his fiancé.

A surprised yelp brought them out of their love-trance. Both Gabriel and Sam turned their heads in unison to look at Castiel and Dean on the couch. Both of whom had woken up and were very much aware of their surroundings.

Dean was the first to break away from the embrace, blushing deeply and avoiding Castiel's eyes at all costs. Castiel would be insulted if it weren't for the fact he was doing the very same thing. They were fine together. They'd established rules and understands but for someone to catch them in the act. It was all too much.

"Gabriel," Castiel hissed. His face was bright red and he was sure his cheeks were on fire. He could barely look in his brother's direction. He was so angry with him. He'd taken a step forward with Dean. He'd tried something new... and now it was exposed and even more vulnerable than before. Castiel didn't like it. He didn't like feeling this way but he didn't know how to make it go away.

"Relax, kiddo. It's just sex," Gabriel teased, loving the way his brother's eyes widened at the thought of Gabriel defiling his furniture. Either that or at just the thought of sex. It was hard to tell what went through that brain of his.

Sam could see the tips of Dean's ear blush. Never a good sign. Meant he was beyond uncomfortable. He immediately felt guilty. Sometimes he forgot they couldn't mess around like this. Take everything with a pinch of salt... because everything was an uphill struggle for their brothers. They couldn't afford to go back a few steps when it had taken so long to get this far. Sam cleared his throat, carefully peeling Gabriel out of his lap so he could stand up.

"I should probably take Dean home," Sam mumbled to Gabriel, giving him a look that said 'don't over do it.' Dean didn't even look at Castiel as he left. Too embarrassed or scared to say anything. He just kept his head down and followed Sam out to his car and they both left, leaving Castiel to deal with his mortifyingly blunt older brother.

"So," Gabriel drawled, coming to sit by Castiel on the couch. "Have you done anything yet?"

Castiel almost choked on his own spit. "Gabriel." He sounded shocked and disturbed. He'd heard his brother be crude with Sam but to be on the receiving end send chills down his spine. He didn't like it. He swallowed thickly, trying to ignore his brother but he was persistent.

"You banged?"


"You suck him off?"

"No. I-"

"You give him a hand?"

"I don't even know what that means."

Castiel's face was bright red and he seriously did not want to be having this conversation. Especially with his brother. He didn't like discussing sex. It was just one of those things. He hadn't learnt it in school, being home-taught the majority of the time. Even then, it was just a five minute video and a 'don't do it before marriage' talk. He never had sex so the topic never came up. Something he'd always been glad for.

"Brother you need to get an education," Gabriel preached like this was the most important thing in the world. "There's a whole other world out there, just waitin'... and you're sittin' here with a stick up your ass. You really think Dean just wants to cuddle?"

Castiel wanted to protest but when Gabriel mentioned Dean it made him stop and think. "I... I thought. He said he liked cuddling." Yes. No, Dean had most certainly liked cuddling. It was because of that he was having this conversation with Gabriel in the first place.

Gabriel shrugged. "He's a grown man, kiddo. I'm sure that's not all he likes."

Castiel deadpanned, staring blankly at Gabriel. "I don't understand." Did he mean kissing? Dean had kissed him. That had been unexpected but something Castiel wasn't not willing to try again.

"Sex," Gabriel answered, frustrated he actually had to explain this to his brother. He knew Castiel lived under a rock when it came to most things but he didn't realize he was this clueless.

"Oh," Castiel said, his eyes widening as his breathing came in a little faster.

Gabriel gave him a sympathetic look and patted his shoulder before standing up to make for the door. "All I'm sayin' is, be prepared." Gabriel left shortly after that but Castiel didn't notice. He was too busy repeating the last two words Gabriel said over and over in his head.

Be prepared.

"Be prepared. Be prepared," he repeated aloud, under his breath. "I-I can do that." Dean was more outgoing. He could have met people. Had relationships. Maybe one night stands. Dean was attractive. He wouldn't put it past him to be a... a... a non-virgin.

"Oh God," Castiel panicked, scrubbing his hands through his hair. Dean knew about this stuff. He'd tried to kiss Castiel before. It was nice but... was Dean really expecting more out of their relationship? He'd never even considered...

His breathing began to thin out and he had to curl up against the back of the couch, counting to ten until he could get his breath back. Okay. Dean may or may not want to involve sexual activities in their relationship. That was fine... he thought. Just as long as he understood exactly what it was Dean may or may not want from him... and what exactly 'giving him a hand' meant.

As it turned out. Giving him a hand wasn't exactly as crude as he thought it would be. Knowing his brother, he'd expected... well the worst. He'd logged onto his computer and search around a little, establishing what exactly he might expect Dean to ask of him. It took him four attempts to even watch a video. He kept turning off the screen or averting his eyes after a glimpse at the screen. He couldn't stop blushing and imagining the people partaking were him and Dean.

Castiel shook his head, eventually giving up trying to understand how exactly deep-throating worked. If movies had taught him anything. It was that when the right man came along and kissed you and it felt right, everything else would fall into place. So that settled it. Castiel had to kiss Dean. He had to kiss Dean and find out if what they had was true.

He tapped his fingers against his desk thrice before picking up his phone and texted Dean. It took over an hour to compose the message, pressing send hesitantly before standing up from his chair to pace the room nervously as he waited for a reply.

Twenty minutes later and Castiel had his answer. Tomorrow evening. Castiel would kiss Dean and he will not be afraid. A moment later he fell to his knees, trembling violently as he realized just how committed he'd become. God help him.

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