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Day One: Doctor
Synopsis: Dean has a check up at the doctor's and by god is his doctor hot as hell
Word Count: 2.8K
Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel
Warnings: Dream sex. Prostate exam ;). Doctor au. Fingering. Anal Sex. Coming in pants. Top Castiel. Bottom Dean.
Notes: It's that time of the year again! I won't be posting every single day but expect a good few fics this month. It can range between 8 to 11. I'm still working on a few and life has been a real pain lately. So we'll see. Anyways, happy reading :)
The wait had felt like forever. The blinding light were starting to strain the hunter’s eyes and bring upon a harsh headache. The waiting room for the nurse’s office wasn’t full at all. It was only Dean and another older lady. No one has come out of the nurse’s office nor has anyone gone in. It’s testing Dean’s patience a little too much. It has his leg bouncing non-stop.
Finally, the nurse’s door opens and out steps a dark-haired man that catches Dean’s eye immediately. His broad shoulders hug the white nurse’s coat a little too well and his hooded eyes look downwards at the clipboard in hand.
He licks his full lips before calling out, “Dean Winchester?”
His gravelly voice stirs something in Dean that he immediately ushers away. Dean stands up a tad eagerly, raising a shy hand.
 “Yes. I’m-“ he clears his throat. “Here.”
The nurse looks to him with the bluest of blues. Dean swallows thickly. If he’s getting a check up from him, then he won’t complain here. The nurse gestures into the room for Dean and the hunter complies without a word. He looks down at the name tag on the nurse’s chest as he passes, needing to know the name of this man.
Mr. Novak. Not anything like Doctor Sexy but where is Dean to judge. He’s just here for a check up and then he’s out of here. Back to the bunker he goes. Sam had forced him here even though they don’t do check-ups. Never do. They just go about their merry way.
Dean sits himself up on the bed as Mr. Novak locks the door behind him. Doesn’t need anyone coming in here unexpectedly.
“So, we’re here just for a check up today?” Mr. Novak asks, Dean’s gut flipping again at how deep his voice is.
“Yeah, pretty much. Nothing too out of the ordinary,” Dean admits with a shrug trying to act casual.
“Good, good,” Mr. Novak comments as he looks the hunter up and down, painfully slow.
Dean swallows thickly. He’ a nurse. It’s his job to do this type of thing. Maybe he can do it without having the bedroom eyes but that may be something Dean is looking into too much.
Mr. Novak grabs a tongue depressor and moves over to Dean. “Let’s begin with opening your mouth as wide as you can,” he states lowly.
And Dean does as he’s told. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and the depressor is placed on his tongue, pushing it down. It goes a bit further back into his throat than Dean expects and he almost gags. But he holds still, staring up at the ceiling as Mr. Novak inspects his mouth.
Once satisfied, the nurse pulls away with a hum. Dean clears his throat automatically, shmacking his tongue a few times as well. He stifles a cough, blinking away the tears that formed at the corner of his eyes.
“Your oral health is good. You’re gage reflex even better,” Mr. Novak comments with his back turned to Dean.
“Excuse me?” Dean asks.
Mr. Novak flashes a small torch his way. “And now for a general check over your eyes.”
The next few check overs go smoothly and nothing out of the ordinary. But the entire time, Dean can’t seem to keep his eyes off the nurse.
“With this next check-up,” Mr. Novak turns as he’s putting on a pair of blue gloves, “this may be a bit more personal. You don’t have to do it today, but it’s better to check everything than nothing at all.”
“Wait a minute,” Dean stutters out. “You don’t mean?”
“Every man should be checked at this once,” Mr Novak says as he leans back against his desk. “Even a man at your age, you never know.”
The hunter suddenly feels very enclosed in the room. He doesn’t know if he wants to go through the humility of having a hot doctor’s fingers up his ass.
“If you’re uncomfortable, we can skip this.” Mr. Novak says, bringing Dean from his thoughts.
Dean can feel his ears burning. And all the nurse does is stare at him with hooded eyes. Dean swallows thickly. May as well go through with the check-up. The last thing he needs the other hunters- or Sam for starters is that he was killed by prostate cancer.
“No, no,” Dean stutters out, feeling his face go all the redder. “You’re right. I should get checked up.”
Mr. Novak nods with a smile that shouldn’t be as charming as it is. “I just need you to turn around with your pants around your knees and bent over the table. This will feel, foreign,” he drawls out on the last word with something in his tone.
Something that has Dean hopping off the bed and turning around quickly so that he doesn’t have to look at the damn nurse any longer. He just really hopes that he doesn’t notice that he’s semi-hard.
Quickly unbuckling his belt and slipping them halfway down his thighs, Dean tries to ignore the eyes on the back of his neck. He can feel Mr. Novak watching him and it makes him fumble a few times. This isn’t like that. It’s for medical purposes. He places his hands on the bed in front of him and tries his best not to think about it.
A large hand splays out on his lower back and Dean can’t help but flinch at the sudden touch. He stares at the poster in front of him about how the air ways work. What a lovely diagram.
“This will be cold,” Mr. Novak states, “Just relax.”
Dean steels himself, grinding his teeth down so that no ungodly noise slips through his lips. The finger is cold and well lubricated. Dean grunts, but doesn’t move an inch. Mr. Novak’s hand slips in deeper, searching for his prostate. His fingers curls inside of him, prodding in and out and you’d think a nurse would know where the damn thing is!
Then Mr. Novak finds it. And he starts kneading at it, checking to see if it’s healthy. Dean can’t help but groan through grinded teeth, his heart beating loudly in his chest. It feels too good.
“It’s a natural reaction, don’t worry,” Mr. Novak all but purrs out.
That doesn’t help Dean’s growing erection that he tries to hide in the bed. He breathes slowly in and out of his nose, letting his head dip down slightly between his shoulders.
Then a second finger slips in next to the first. Dean’s head shoots up and he’s back to staring wide eyed at the throat diagram. Two fingers now curl inside of him at his prostate, the cold lubricate now warm inside of him. He grips the sheets on the bed, drying to hold in the noises that want to make themselves known from within his throat. But it doesn’t help. He exhales shakily, a quiet whine escaping his mouth as Mr. Novak strokes his prostate.
“Are you uncomfortable with the check-up, Mr. Winchester?” The nurse asks, his gravel-like voice honey to Dean.
The hunter can only shake his head as he lets it dip between his shoulders again. He’s fine. He’s-
A gloved hand comes around the front of him and grabs at the base of his cock. Dean chokes back a gasp, biting his tongue for letting himself go.
“Like I said,” Mr. Novak begins. “It’s only natural. Let yourself go; you can crack a tooth with how hard you’re grinding your teeth.”
Dean exhales shakily as Mr. Novak begins a slow, painful pace on his cock. All while he continues to prod at his prostate. It feels like electricity is being struck down Dean’s legs and he knows he won’t be able to keep his knees from buckling if Mr. Novak keeps this up. He tries to keep his jaw relaxed but it’s very hard when he knows that there’s people outside of this room. No wonder why he locked the door.
But it all ends so suddenly when both hands retreat from Dean’s body. He dares himself to look over his shoulder at the nurse.
“We’re not done yet,” Mr. Novak says as writes down something on the clipboard on his desk. “One more check-up and we’re done for today.” He looks to Dean with a raised brow, those blue eyes lingering far too long on his exposed ass. “Do you want to continue?”
Dean swallows before breathing out a shaky, “Yes.”
“Good,” Mr. Novak smiles. “For this, I need you to keep your hands on the bed. I need a proper examination on your prostate.”
The hunter can only nod as he looks back down at the bed. A large hand places itself in between his shoulder blades and pushes him down until he’s face down in the blue hospital sheets.
Mr. Novak’s two slicked fingers slip into Dean again, stroking and scissoring him open that has the hunter groaning and grunting. It doesn’t last long though to Dean’s dismay. But he’s quick to feel the head of Mr. Novak’s cock against the rim of his ass. By God he just wants the nurse to fuck him already. His mind is a fuzzy mess and be damned if he isn’t thinking right at the moment. His desire is plain and clear between his legs and all he wants is that sweet release by Mr. Novak’s skilled hands.
He tenses as Mr. Novak pushes in slowly. The hunter can’t help the moan that comes from his mouth, like some woman in those pornos he watches. The nurse massages the back of his head with his thumb as he bottoms out immediately. He’s big, bigger than Dean would have imagined. But the painful stretch is too good to let up.
“Relax,” Mr. Novak says again. “You’re being so good for me.”
Dean shivers at the gravelly words. The hunter tries his best to relax, but it’s very hard when he can feel every inch of the nurse inside of him. Mr. Novak pulls back ever so slightly before pushing in again, earning himself another groan from the man beneath him. He sets a slow, even pace that has Dean making breathy, eager noises with each thrust.
With each movement, Dean’s painfully hard dick is pushed into the bed beneath him. It’s just the right amount of friction, he can feel a wet spot forming from how much he’s leaking. He grinds his teeth again, supressing the noises weaving their ways through his pants.
“Now, now,” Mr. Novak tsk’s as the hand on the back of his head moves to hook two fingers into his mouth. They part his jaw open, fitting two fingers between his molars to keep his mouth open. He pulls up so that Dean is now standing with his back arched. He doesn’t let his hands leave the bed, holding himself up. “What did I say about grinding your teeth. You’ll crack a tooth and I’m not some dentist that can fix that for you,” he speaks lowly in Dean’s ear.
Mr. Novak quickens his pace with this new found angle, thrusting upwards into Dean with determination. Dean tries to form words but they all but turn into panty exhales of, “Ah- hah- ah.”
If it wasn’t for a strong hand on his hip, Dean would have fallen into a gooey puddle on the ground ages ago. He knows for a fact that he’ll have a bruise their tomorrow to remind him of everything. Mr. Novak continues his even, deep thrusts that hit Dean’s prostate every time. Drool dribbles down his chin but he can’t be bothered to care. He stares hazily at the ceiling, trying his best to grind his dick on the bed. But with this new found angle he brushes it faintly every now and again.
He might come untouched at this point. Everything is a bliss and he can feel his balls tightening and his body feels too hot in his clothes right now. A bliss that has him choking and moaning with everything the nurse gives him. He’s surprised if the people in the hall don’t know what’s going on in here with how loud Dean is being.
Mr. Novak shoves his fingers deeper into Dean’s mouth suddenly. The hunter gags slightly, but takes them all the same.
“I do wonder, Mr. Winchester,” the nurse purrs in his ear, “How deep I could truly go? Would you be able to fit me down your throat without gagging? I’d love to test it in our next appointment.”
Dean thinks about it all too well. The imagine of him on his knees in front of Mr. Novak, taking every inch of him down his throat. Letting the nurse see how much of himself he can fit inside of Dean. The thought of him coming down his throat as Dean struggles to breath has the hunter tipping over the edge.
His orgasm hits him like a brick wall, electricity shooting through every nerve. It knocks the air and all his senses out of him and he doesn’t hear how loud he is. His dick twitches as hot, thick ropes of cum splatter onto the bed in front of him, spoiling the sheets.
Mr. Novak’s fingers leave his mouth but he’s quick to push Dean into the bed and the sticky sheets. He thrusts harder and faster into Dean, riding him through the last parts of his orgasm. The nurse shutters a breath as his hips stutter, coming deep within Dean’s ass. The sensation of being fill sends a shiver down the hunter’s spine, feeling the nurse’s dick twitch and unload within him.
Dean doesn’t move from the bed as Mr. Novak pulls out, patting his ass gently. His legs shake and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to walk out of here without being hauled out in a wheelchair. Paralysis by ass fucking. What a way to go.
“Dean?”
The bed suddenly slips out from under him and he hits the cold tiled floor with a loud thud. He groans out in pain, his chin now throbbing.
“Dean.”
The room shakes and everything suddenly turns very, very dark. He strikes out, feeling as if he’s falling through the floor.
He grabs onto the gun under his pillow and points it to the nearest thing that moves.
Castiel stands in front of him with furrowed brows. The angel is standing in his room. Next to his bed. Why is he here? What’s going on? Is there an emergency?
“Wha?” Dean mumbles out, his tongue still filled with sleep.
“It’s only me,” Castiel says as he crosses the space between them. He grabs onto the barrel of the gun and lowers it.
Dean blinks, once, twice and thrice. He then becomes very aware of what is going on in his pants. They feel, awfully damp. He fumbles his blankets around his waist as to not make it all too noticeable.
“What are you doing here, Cas!?” Dean barks out.
The angel frowns at this.
No, fucking way was Dean just having a wet dream. No. No. No. Absolutely not. And especially not with Castiel looking like a hunk in a doctor’s uniform. No. No. No. Absolutely not. Oh dear lord.
“You were having a nightmare. This one was causing more of a reaction from you than the others,” the angel states monotonously.
Dean’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights. “You didn’t see the dream- I mean, nightmare… did you?”
He doesn’t know how red his face is but he feels as if he’s burning up. God, how does he tell the angel to get the fuck out in the nicest way possible.
“No. I haven’t done that since you asked me to stop,” Castiel answers.
Dean’s tense shoulders sag as a breath of air he didn’t realize he as holding is expelled. Thank God or whoever is up there.
“Do you want company or, do you want to talk about it?” The angel asks calmly.
Dean shakes his head viciously. “Nope. Not tonight, bud. Thank you, Cas. Not tonight,” the hunter fumbles out, repeating himself. “I’ll be fine tonight.”
Luckily, the angel doesn’t protest like he normally does. He nods and bids Dean farewell. As soon as the door closes behind Cas, Dean lays back down in his bed with enough anger that he bounces.
What in the fuck was that!? He enjoyed that a little too much and Jesus Christ he actually came in his pants. He just truly hopes that the angel didn’t go snooping around in his dreams. Because he doesn’t think he could face Cas after that. He needs to get out of here for a while. Take a long hot shower and then an even longer drive in Baby to clear his head. He runs a hand down his face with a loud groan.
Maybe it’ll get the image of Castiel in a doctor’s coat out of his head. But damn it will it be hard with how good the angel looked.
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