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Title: Now For A Night, Here For A Song
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Spoilers/Warnings: None/frottage
Genre: College AU, Fluff
Word Count: 2910
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine. Unfortunately.
Summary: Dean and Cas get locked in a library during a snowstorm.
Beta/Notes: my beta was the beautiful, wonderful logicallyerin, who is my sweetest downfall. this fic covers the 'hands' prompt for mfluder42and the 'snowstorm' prompt for PikachuPirate. you can still request stuff here

Now For A Night, Here For A Song

Finals can fuck right off.

It's completely unfair having finals right before Christmas. Finals means long hours in the library subsisting on coffee, cigarettes —yeah, he knows, he really should quit—and day-old take-out. Finals means early days and late nights and teachers who are under the impression that theirs is the only class you're taking. And because Dean picked a college in stupid, snowy New Jersey instead of warm, sunny California —something he'll never forgive himself for— for Dean, finals week means all of that and snow, snow everywhere. Dean has to trudge through snow between the library, the computer lab, commons, and his room. He hates snow and he's really having a hard time remembering that he loves his school as he stomps into the library late Friday—the library on a Friday. Who is he, his brother?—and almost runs smack into the only thing he likes about finals.

The evening/night librarian is seriously hot. Like, blow everyone else out of the water, scorching like a desert sun, hotter-than-a-laptop-charger hot. The guy's name is Castiel and he's so pretty it almost hurts. Cas has big blue eyes and permanent bed head and he wears these old suits all the time and everything about him is quiet sex appeal. Through extensive research—ahem, not stalking—Dean has managed to compile a list of things he knows about Castiel-Call-Me-Cas McAllister. Cas is in grad school, studying English, has two older brothers, one younger sister, he’s a cat person, likes coffee, hates baseball, and rereads the Harry Potter series once a year. Dean especially likes his hands.

See, Cas has these hands; they're like magic, all soft, white skin stretched over delicate bones but still strong and wide enough to make Dean shiver at the thought of them. Dean likes to watch Cas trail his long fingers over the spines of books so he pretends to be completely hopeless when it comes to using card catalogues. Dean likes the way Cas thumbs the top of his pens while helping Dean work the newspaper microfilm archives. Dean loves the way Cas unconsciously tugs on the end of his shabby ties on the rare occasions where Dean gets him talking about things other than books. But what Dean likes most of all is the contrast of pale fingers against Dean's skin; twice Cas has touched his bare forearm in a bid for attention and let his fingers linger just a bit too long. It had Dean imagining all sorts of less-innocent things Cas could do with his hands, all the ways he'd like to be at Castiel's mercy. Right now is unfortunately not the time to think about Cas' long, white fingers against hot, red skin. He has finals to study for.

"Shit, sorry Cas," Dean apologizes as he hikes his bag back up on his shoulder. Cas' low, almost musical laughter fills him up, chasing away a bit of the chill from the snow.

"It's quite alright, Dean. Will you be here long?"

"Probably," Dean glances around for an empty table. "My roommate's a dick"—lie, Andy is awesome, but whatever—"and doesn't understand that some people need to actually pass their classes." Not that Dean is really worried about that either; due to the ridiculous amount of time he spends in the library, Dean's set to pull a 4.0 this semester.

Cas chuckles again and Dean drinks it in. He follows Cas to a table towards the back, cozied up between a window and a shelf of fiction. Dean has to admit that the snow is pretty, even if it's a giant pain in the ass.

"Thanks, Cas," says Dean, tossing his bag on the table. "Will you tell on me?" he asks as he takes out a water bottle full of coffee.

"Do I ever?"

"That's why you're my favorite."

The blush that steals over Cas' cheekbones is both alluring and arousing. God, Dean's got it bad.

"I'll just... leave you to it."

"Awesome. And if I fall asleep...?"

"I'll be back before closing."

"You're the best."

Dean settles in and pulls out his physics stuff and his iPod. He takes a giant swig of coffee before opening his textbook and getting lost in equations and Zeppelin II. Fucking finals.

"Dean, Dean wake up!"

Warm hands shake shoulders and he tries to pull himself into consciousness but it's dark and he has no idea where he is.

"Wha?"

"Dean."

"Time's it?" He blinks, looks around. "And why's it so dark?"

Cas drops down into the seat next to him, rolling a flashlight between his hands. "The snow knocked the power out."

Now that Cas mentions it, Dean can hear a violent storm raging outside. He glances out the window, but everything is white, like there's a sheet of paper up against the window.

"Shit. Fuck, I can't walk back to my dorm in that!" Dean turns a slightly wild eye on Cas. "I have a final tomorrow, man! What... fuck..."

"I understand that this is not ideal, but there's a couch and food in the break room." Cas stands and extends his hand to Dean, clicking on the flashlight. Weak golden light illuminates the floor. "Perhaps we should go there instead?"

Dean stares at the proffered hand for a few blank moments. "Is anyone else here?"

"No, just us, and I'm afraid the fault is mine; I got distracted at the reference desk and didn't notice that everyone had left until the power went out. At first I thought I was alone, but I heard your iPod. I'm sorry, Dean, I—"

"No, hey, it's cool. Better than being alone right?"

Dean almost misses the way Castiel's eyes drop to his mouth for a brief second. Almost.

"Quite."

"So lead the way!" Dean shoves his notes and textbook back in his bag. "A couch sounds amazing right about now." He grabs Cas' hand and heaves himself to his feet, cursing himself for falling asleep in the chair. Cas looks down at their joined hands. Dean tugs a little. "Let's go," he says softly.

"Right." Cas doesn't drop his hand as they wind their way through the darkened stacks. Dean's reminded of the one time his dad accidentally left him and his brother, Sam, in a Wal Mart. They were six and ten at the time and managed to evade security and get incredibly lost in the warehouse. It stopped being fun when Sammy got hungry and started crying. This has much more potential.

It has not escaped Dean's notice that they're completely alone for the foreseeable future. This is the perfect time to act on this crush of his and he's pretty sure, like ninety percent sure, it's not a one-sided thing either. Cas finally lets go of his hand when they get to the break room. There's a wide sofa, a couple of tables, a fridge, a microwave, and a coffee pot in the room. Dean watches Castiel pull several blankets out of a cupboard, reinforcing Dean's theory that Cas lives in the library. Cas tosses the blankets on the couch and turns to the fridge, rummaging around and emerging with two apples and a loaf of French bread.

"Again, I apologize, but there's not much here that doesn't require a microwave."

"Cas, stop apologizing. This is the coolest thing to happen to me all semester." Dean grabs an apple, toes off his boots, and settles down on the couch, sliding a blanket over his lap. "Come, sit," he says, patting the space next to him. Cas hesitates and Dean rolls his eyes, lunges forward, and grabbing two of Cas's—long, perfect, God—fingers, pulls the other man down next to him, a little closer than intended but not quite close enough. He bites into his apple and Cas makes a weird sound halfway between a whimper and a chuckle. "Eat," commands Dean, mouth full of half-chewed apple. Cas breaks off a chunk of bread and they eat quietly in the dark, listening to the sounds of a storm on its way out.

"So I was wondering," Dean starts some time later. Cas has sort of curled up next to him; they're almost cuddling really, even if they are still under separate blankets. "About where we're sleeping." Cas, who had been tracing absentminded patterns over the back of Dean's hand, freezes.

"I'll take the fl—"

"See, I figured you'd say that, but my thoughts are this couch is big enough for two, if you don't mind a tight fit."

Cas' voice is a little choked when he answers, "I don't mind."

Dean grins even though he knows Cas can't see him and stands up. He shrugs out of his over shirt and slides his belt out of the loops.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Can't sleep in jeans, Cas," Dean says like it's the most obvious thing. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and sets an alarm. He really is enjoying this a little too much. "Are you gonna sleep in you suit and tie?" He laughs as he shimmies his jeans off his hips, steps out of them, and turns back to Cas. "Normally, I sleep naked,"—Cas squeaks—"but that's a little inappropriate here." He nudges Cas' knee with his and Cas moves without thinking, pressing back instead of pulling away. "Come on, I ain't got all night." Dean tosses his phone on his pile of clothes and faces Cas, hands on his hips in a classic no-nonsense pose.

Cas jerks into motion, shrugging out of his suit jacket and tugging off his tie. Dean tosses the pillows around, arranges the blankets, and stretches out, watching the fluid movements of Castiel's silhouette. Cas pauses, fingers on his waistband. Dean sighs.

"It's freezing. Would you just get over here?"

Cas doesn't say anything, but he kicks off his shoes and lets his pants pool around his ankles. Dean really wishes the lights were on at this point because Cas is half-naked in front of him and Dean wants to see. Cas lies down on the very edge of the couch, leaving a couple inches between his bare back and Dean's cotton-covered chest. This is not to Dean's liking at all so he reaches out, wraps an arm around Castiel's waist, and draws their bodies together. Cas makes a small sound—of surprise? of protest? Dean doesn't really know—but doesn't fight the pull and soon they're pressed together, Dean's front to Cas' back, warm and safe.

Dean can feel Cas relaxing incrementally and it feels good, damn good to have someone next to him, especially someone like Cas. Cas is kind of everything Dean's been looking for and then some and Dean's definitely going to make the best of this disaster. He ghosts his fingers over the smooth skin of Cas' belly, breathing slow and soft and quiet. Cas fits in with him perfectly, fills up all the spaces between his bones with light, fills in all his empty places with laughter and the words of dead men. It's probably a bad idea, but Dean's warm for the first time in a long time so he doesn't stop himself from pressing a kiss into Cas' hair.

Cas doesn't go stiff or move away or say anything; he does the opposite of everything Dean expected and sort of melts a little further into Dean's embrace, sighs a happy sort of sigh, and slides his arm down to wind their fingers together. Dean kind of wants to ask if this is okay, wants to make sure he's not reading anything wrong, but there's something charging the air and he doesn't want to ruin it, doesn't want to snap whatever fragile atmosphere the dark and the snow have created. He squeezes Cas' fingers and Cas squeezes back and Dean smiles a real smile against Cas' soft, dark locks. He rolls his hips forward, slides a leg between Cas', and splays his hand out on Cas' stomach. Cas shivers, head tipping down, and Dean's nothing if not an opportunist; Cas has a lot of skin Dean wants to explore and there's no better place to start than the back of Cas' neck, than the shell of his ear. Dean's lips ghost over both places and Cas arches into him and it's everything.

Cas is ridiculously responsive; the little gasps and hitches of breath and tiny moans and the way his body can't stop moving turn Dean on more than he cares to admit. Cas is grinding into him, hips moving something criminal, as he tilts his head and offers Dean more skin to play with. Dean growls low in his throat and attacks the side of Cas' neck, sucking a mark just above where a shirt collar would sit; Dean wants Cas to remember this. As he bites down, hard, Cas cries out, twists around in Dean's embrace so that he's lying on his side with his face bare centimeters from Dean's. Cas must find whatever he's searching for there in Dean's face in the dark because he surges forward, locking the mouths together. The kiss is hot and wet and urgent, like maybe Cas has wanted this as long as Dean has. Cas' fingers twist in his hair, pulling deliciously as Cas rolls their hips together. Dean moans into Cas' mouth and suddenly really regrets leaving his shirt on.

The friction doesn't let up, Cas doesn't let up; he continues to ravage Dean's mouth with fierce, biting kisses as he sets a fast, pounding rhythm with his hips. Dean's got one hand on the back of Cas' neck, the other draped over his hips, and he wonders why he's not using that free hand for something better. He reaches between their bodies to shove their boxers away, Cas keening around his tongue at the first thrust of skin-on-skin. Dean feels like a teenager again, rutting shamelessly on a couch. He pulls Cas closer, hand spread possessively across Cas' lower back. Cas slides his leg up and hooks it over Dean's hip. Dean drags his nails up and down Cas' back, over the swell of his ass. Cas moans into Dean's mouth and comes, soaking the hem of Dean's t-shirt. Dean slides his hand between them and wraps it around his cock, now slightly slick with come. He gets in two quick pulls before Castiel's hand knocks his out of the way and covers him, wide and warm. He barely makes it a second before he's coming, breathing Cas' name against his lips and arching forward.

Long minutes of lazy kisses pass before Cas is tugging Dean's soiled shirt over his head and using it to clean the mess off their stomachs. Dean pulls his boxers back up, then snaps Cas' back into place. The t-shirt makes it to the floor and Dean thinks maybe now is a good time to say something.

"Don't make this weird," Cas whispers before he can even open his mouth. Their bodies are twined together face-to-face this time, and Cas is doing his damnedest to crawl inside Dean's clavicle and stay there. "I like you, okay? Don't make this bad."

"'Kay."

"G'night, Dean," Cas murmurs, lips catching on the hill of Dean's collarbone.

"Night, Cas."

Dean's asleep between one breath and the next and is jolted into wakefulness the next morning by his alarm. The sun is streaming in through the windows and the fridge whirs into life behind him, letting him know that the power's back. His arms are empty though, which isn't generally unusual, but he'd kind of hoped that after last night... Well anyway, he has a final to take. He rolls off the couch and into his clothes (minus the undershirt, which gets unceremoniously shoved to the bottom of his bag). He doesn't clean up; Cas can explain why the break room blankets smell like come. He feels stupid, like a stupid kid with a stupid crush. He goes to his final and back to his room, which is blissfully empty. At noon his alarm goes off again, which is weird because he never sets it so late. He unlocks the screen and the alarm name is 'Call Cas.' Dean stars at it for a good two minutes. Call Cas? He doesn't...

He checks his contacts and sure enough, Cas' name, phone number, email address, and picture are all there. The picture makes Dean snort; it's Cas making a weird face, lips all pushed out, and Dean recognizes it as one of the faces he himself makes when he's concentrating. His thumb hovers over Castiel's number. Just as he's about to make the call, he gets a text message. He opens that instead; it's from Cas, of course, and it just says, Call me, asshole. Dean snorts. Cas never swears. He presses the call button and after two rings, Cas picks up.

"Hello, Dean."

"Hi, Cas."

"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Will we be repeating last night's activities?" Something about talking to Cas always makes Dean feel like talking like an Austen novel or something.

"I was planning on several repeat performances."

Dean shivers. Cas' voice is low and demanding.

"Pick me up at seven."

"I'll be there."

Somehow Dean gets the feeling that Cas doesn't just mean tonight, but also tomorrow and the next day and the day after that, too. And somehow Dean is okay with this.

Comments

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crystaltear
Jul. 19th, 2011 02:53 am (UTC)
Loved this! And since I went to college in New Jersey, I had very good visuals to use, haha.
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 03:13 am (UTC)
awesome!
i've never been to new jersey, so i tried to be as vague as possible while still staying as true to reality as possible
glad to hear i managed!
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winchesterphan
Jan. 19th, 2014 09:29 pm (UTC)
i hate new jersey (i live there) but now i can think of dean and cas doing the naughty in the library and my hatred will be appeased. so thank you :)
nicole_sill
Jul. 19th, 2011 03:34 am (UTC)
The call me, asshole comment pwns me. It just finished off this whole story so nicely.
Great Job.
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 04:18 am (UTC)
aha thank you!
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despistadaohno
Jul. 19th, 2011 04:25 am (UTC)
Oh man, this was so totally awesome :D

I loved it! <3

My favorite part is when the alarm goes off and Dean realizes Cas left his number on his phone xD

You are amazing dude, much love to you :)
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 04:49 am (UTC)
aha thank you, thank you!

:D
omegalover
Jul. 19th, 2011 05:07 am (UTC)
*sighs in releif* thank you so much..i have my fill of cute fluff stuff for the time being...and i have the perfect song tune going through my head for it as well. all is right with the world..
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 05:34 am (UTC)
you're welcome
and thank you for the lovely words

what's the song, may i ask?
omegalover
Jul. 19th, 2011 12:32 pm (UTC)
the song I have no idea honestly. I was watching the new "Warehouse 13" last night and they were playing something at the ending and it was slow and it was cute and it played right along with how I was feeling and with the story lol
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 06:59 pm (UTC)
well that's still really cool
i tend to write fic while listening to music so songs are really important to me
cousinmary
Jul. 19th, 2011 05:28 am (UTC)
All my librarians were old and not at all sexy *pouts* Though, my grades were probably higher for it. I can't imagine getting anything done with the chance Cas would wander into my line of sight at any minute
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 05:38 am (UTC)
i don't know that i ever interacted with any male librarians at any of my places of higher education
ever
actually
ahem

thanks for reading!
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cousinmary
Jul. 19th, 2011 04:20 pm (UTC)
Oh, I didn't mention that I really enjoyed the story. It was hot, sweet, and the pacing was done really well. I guess I was just overwhelmed by the picture of librarian!Cas that appeared in my head. Who could blame me though? ;-)
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 06:57 pm (UTC)
aha well, thank you.
i think i overwhelmed myself with images of librarian!cas so it is totally okay
joyyjpg
Jul. 19th, 2011 02:34 pm (UTC)
Squeeeeeeee. This is wonderful. ♥

Sequel? I feel like this totally warrants one. 8D
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 07:02 pm (UTC)
i am not a hundred percent sure about sequels, ever, but you can mosey on over to this post and leave me up to three one-word prompts and i might be able to work one in.
thank you, though.
i'm glad you liked it.
:)
wickedvirtue
Jul. 19th, 2011 02:47 pm (UTC)
I loved this! More people should surprise others with quiet demeanors and surprise!vulgarity.
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 07:03 pm (UTC)
amen padaleski!
there're few things hotter than quiet guys, indeed quiet people, who swear
jem_018
Jul. 19th, 2011 05:41 pm (UTC)
I loved this. ♥

The image of librarian Cas. Mmmmm. :D

Hahaha. Loved the alarm bit and the text message. So awesome. *cackles*


lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)
thank you!
i already have a hard enough time leaving libraries as it is.
if cas was my librarian... i would never leave.
:)
discreetmath
Jul. 19th, 2011 07:01 pm (UTC)
Librarian Cas, why do I love you so?

Oh, that is right, it is because you are sextastic.

THIS WAS SO GOOD. Also Cas took charge so well afterward that I'm beginning to suspect that he only let Dean think he was making all the moves. :D
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 07:07 pm (UTC)
aha thank you!
and sneaky cas is sneaky.
;)
mulder200
Jul. 19th, 2011 08:12 pm (UTC)
LOL! I wish my library had hot guys like Cas.

And why do I get the sneaky feeling that Cas was only letting Dean think he was in control? Hm.
lizzstomania
Jul. 19th, 2011 08:20 pm (UTC)
because cas is a sneaky bastard, lol

:)
saihchan
Jul. 19th, 2011 10:08 pm (UTC)
This was really perfect!!!! I loved the being-snowed-in setting♥
And fav moment? The second alarm - Cas, you sexy sneaky bastard ;)
Perfection!
lizzstomania
Jul. 20th, 2011 05:25 pm (UTC)
thank you!
:)
i just love this concept of cas being sneaky.
i wish more people would write him like that.
amy_writes
Jul. 20th, 2011 03:53 pm (UTC)
This was wonderful! I loved the list of things that Dean knew and liked about Cas at the beginning - there was a nice contrast between the vulnerability implied by the way Dean noticed the little things ("He's a cat person") and the way Dean actually acted around Cas, being tough and slightly overconfident. It was so realistic. :)
lizzstomania
Jul. 20th, 2011 05:27 pm (UTC)
thank you!
it's been a while since i had a legitimate crush on anyone, but i felt like that was how dean would be.
so thankssss
:)
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lizzstomania
Jul. 24th, 2011 06:30 pm (UTC)
aha thank you!
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(Anonymous)
Dec. 5th, 2011 08:47 pm (UTC)
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This fanfiction is simply brilliant, adorable, funny and hot. Mumford and sons rock, destiel rock, librarysex and snowstorms rock. You got it all good, thank you for making this!
lizzstomania
Dec. 5th, 2011 10:06 pm (UTC)
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thank you!
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lizzstomania
Jan. 9th, 2012 05:50 am (UTC)
this is such a lovely comment and i feel like my 'thank you' isn't enough
so thank you very much. this made me smile
:)
orbitaldiamonds
Mar. 13th, 2012 04:50 am (UTC)
Awww! This is so sweet. It reminded me of one of my favorite Jimmy Buffett songs, "Love in the Library." Okay, so the weather and the amount of sex are totally different between the fic and the song, but still, lovely.

Love in the library
Quiet and cool
Love in the library
There are no rules
Surrounded by stories
Surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library
Once upon a time
lizzstomania
Mar. 20th, 2012 08:35 am (UTC)
oh that's friggen sweet as fuck
and thanksss :]
wormstaches
Mar. 18th, 2012 07:37 am (UTC)
this is one of the cutest au's i've ever read! all of their exchanges are so perfect. thank you for sharing!
lizzstomania
Mar. 20th, 2012 08:36 am (UTC)
thanks!
:D
xsnappapplex
Jul. 22nd, 2012 04:25 am (UTC)
... Oh. My. God. I loved this, awkward AU!Cas and well, all the other romanticism and awkward but sexy goodness. <3 Love!!
lizzstomania
Aug. 21st, 2012 01:39 am (UTC)
i just really love au fics okay?
thank you :D
cottoncory
Aug. 31st, 2012 06:17 pm (UTC)
Hehe. I love the scenario, and college AUs that have librarian!Cas are the best kind really. Cas's behaviour the morning after makes him also a total BAMF.
lizzstomania
Sep. 2nd, 2012 09:16 pm (UTC)
thank youuuuu
librarian!cas might actually be the best cas
darkxneo
Oct. 13th, 2012 02:01 am (UTC)
NGH SO MUCH DAMN FLUFF!!

God, these two are so in love it hurts my soul~

Great fic! You did a lovely job :3
jrmstoughchick
Oct. 17th, 2012 07:29 am (UTC)
I have only recently begun to delve into the world of AUs....but this one is PERFECT! Ohhhh my goodness. Love, love, love.
mangasockattack
Jun. 27th, 2013 03:08 am (UTC)
Really great story~ The "call me, asshole" part is the best :)
orange_8_hands
Sep. 12th, 2013 08:00 pm (UTC)
I love this story.

(Plus hot library sex, how can that be anything but amazing?)
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