For The Love Of God
Title: For the Love of God
Author: angel_kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/God!Castiel
Word Count: ~1900
Warning: Submissive!Dean, Top!Cas, Blasphemy, Graphic Sex, Rimming, POSSIBLE Dub-con (it's up for interpretation)
Spoilers: 6x22
Summary: Dean prays to his Lord in a time of spiritual crisis.
A/N: I blame mfluder42 and squeemonster for talking about rimming on Twitter. Also, yes, I don’t have much time to write anymore (still sorry about the abrupt halt to Vampire Dean), but I just needed to get this out. HNGGGGG.
This is a sequel to Oh God! and Bow Down Before Me.
Dean needed Cas. It was as simple as that. His life had become so stressful that his only thought was the pray to his God for an absolution and peace of mind that he couldn’t get any other way. He was surprised that religion had become such a crucial part of his life considering his rather complicating history with it. Now he considered himself a devout follower of Castiel, even if that commitment came with a complicating mix of conflicting emotions. He’d given in and bowed down to his Lord and all he wanted in return was an answer to his prayers.
“Castiel,” he whispered.
His deity appeared behind him and wrapped his arms around him. Dean’s breath hitched at the contact and he was soon pulled close to his Lord’s chest in a loving embrace that put him immediately at ease. He felt the familiar sensation of spiritual fulfillment in his Lord’s presence. At first he’d fought the feelings that Castiel’s presence stirred within him, but now he welcomed them with open arms. His prayer had been answered. Inside he was at peace.
“Dean,” Castiel growled into his ear. The dark edge to the deity’s voice made Dean grow hard instantly. He was used to that by now. Lust and passion seemed to rise up whenever his Lord exorcized even the slightest trace of dominance over him. Never in Dean’s life was he so willing to submit to someone, but Castiel was different. Dean would do anything he said now.
The hunter’s clothes vanished in an instant and he whimpered at the sudden contact with the cool air. He reached back and buried a hand in Castiel’s hair as the deity gently wrapped his fingers around the hunter’s hardened cock. Dean’s knees buckled from the sudden rush of pleasure that was coursing through his body and he leaned back against his Lord for support. “Castiel…”
“You’ve begun calling me by my full name. Is this a sign that you’ve accepted me as your Lord?” Dean struggled to respond, but he couldn’t do much more than gasp out strangled syllables. “Of course it does. You don’t need to say anything. I know what is in your heart.”
Castiel slowly pumped him a few times, teasing him for what was to come, before he guided him forward towards the bed. The deity maneuvered him so that the hunter was on all fours on the mattress, open and vulnerable in a way that Dean would never be for anyone else. Somewhere along the line Cas’ clothing had vanished as well, but Dean was far too lost in pleasure already to take note of exactly when that happened. All he knew is that he could feel Castiel’s hot flesh against him as Castiel mounted the bed behind him.
The deity leaned down and whispered into his ear. “You have been a loyal disciple, Dean. I love you more than words can say.” Dean wanted to worship Castiel again. He wanted to turn around and bow down before him and profess his love and bring his Lord over the edge of pleasure with every ounce of strength that he could muster. He wanted to love Castiel and show him how loyal he was. He wanted to give him pleasure. “Not tonight.”
“Wha-“
“Tonight you shall be rewarded for your loyalty, for your love for me, your Lord. You, my most faithful follower, deserve my love. You are worthy of my affection, even if you don’t believe it yourself.” When Castiel nibbled his earlobe Dean nearly came right then, but some force beyond his control held it back. Castiel wasn’t ready for him to be finished yet and in a way it turned Dean on even more to think that his Lord had that much control over him.
Dean clutched the pillow tightly with both hands as Castiel planted kissed behind his ear and on the back of his neck. He shut his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his Lord’s warm hands running over his body, along his chest, his hips, his back, feeling and groping every inch of him. For the briefest of moments Castiel made contact with the handprint on his shoulder and Dean was filled with the memories of their time together before Castiel ascended as a God. Despite Castiel’s changes, this was still his Cas. Their bond was still there and it had actually become stronger since the angel ascended, even if their relationship had undergone a radical transformation. Everything was different now. On the surface it didn’t seem like a good thing, but in moments like this it was the most wonderful thing in the universe.
Then Castiel began to trace his tongue down Dean’s spine, causing the hunter to shiver and moan. He buried his face in the pillow to prevent himself from screaming, but he knew his cries were still louder than he’d anticipated. He only had the vaguest idea of what was coming, but he knew that it was going to be hard to control himself for much longer. He was already lost and on the verge of tears and he hadn’t even been penetrated yet. Castiel, however, was in complete control and teasing him with the slowly forming trail of saliva that he was leaving on his back. If it weren’t for Castiel’s supernatural hold on him, Dean would have come again right then.
Then the incredible happened. Castiel let his tongue slide between Dean’s cheeks and slowly guided it into his tight opening. Dean jerked forward so quickly he slammed his head into the headboard, but the pain was gone in an instant thanks to his Lord’s healing touch. Castiel gripped Dean’s hips and pulled him closer as continued to lick him open. Dean cried out when he felt the warm tongue lapping at his insides, making him feel vulnerable and exposed and completely submissive.
Then suddenly it pulled away. “Is this too much for you Dean?”
“No, God, please!” Dean could feel Cas laugh against him at his use of the word ‘God,’ but he was too caught up in the pleasure to appreciate how oddly appropriate his wording was. He was speaking entirely from the heart and it just happened to work out in his favor. “Cas, please, more… you know… you know what I’m feeling, Cas, and-“ Then Castiel resumed his activity and Dean quickly buried his face into the pillow again to stifle the resulting scream.
Dean bit the pillow and clenched his eyes shut, but tears began to stream down his face anyway. He was pretty sure he’d ripped a hole in the pillowcase with his teeth, but he didn’t really give a damn anymore. How the hell was Castiel so damn good at this? The once virgin angel was now a highly skilled sexual God and Dean was reaping the benefits as his most faithful disciple. It seemed appropriate that Dean’s most fulfilling spiritual encounter was intrinsically tied to sex. Dean couldn’t imagine a chaste life and it made him love Castiel even more that not only was this type of pleasure allowed in their new religion, but actively encouraged.
A few minutes later the tongue was replaced by a pair of fingers that continued to work him open with fervor. The deity was leaning over him and whispering Enochian into his ear and Dean could almost understand what he was saying. He didn’t speak much Enochian himself, but the passion behind the words conveyed their meaning clear enough. Dean tried his best to respond between gasps. “I love you… Cas… Oh God, please… I love you…”
Castiel removed his fingers and immediately replaced them with his own hard cock. He pushed into him in one smooth motion which caused Dean to cry out again. He would have fallen flat onto the bed if Castiel wasn’t holding him up. When he bottomed out he paused and let the hunter adjust around him. The deity ran a soothing hand up Dean’s back until it rested on the handprint again. Then he gripped it and began to speak in Enochian again as he slowly pulled out. Dean could recognize his own name peppered between the phrases.
Then Castiel was pushing into him again at a slightly faster rate. “God, Cas!”
Castiel bottomed out again and paused for only a second before he was pulling back out. Then he began to set a steady rhythm. Castiel reached around and began to pump him at the same pace that he was thrusting into him. “Dean, my faithful. My love.”
“Cas… don’t… don’t leave me…”
The hunter’s words took the deity by surprise and he momentarily broke his rhythm as he tried to decipher what had inspired it. “I wouldn’t, Dean.” The hunter reached up and awkwardly placed his hand over Cas’ on the handprint. Then Castiel realized what he meant. He felt what Dean meant by his words. “I haven’t gone anywhere, Dean. I’m still me. I’m still the one who pulled you from Perdition.”
Dean’s grip tightened over the deities hand as the thrusts began to intensify. Dean was bent at an awkward angle, but it gave the deity better access to his prostate and Dean could hardly contain himself. He knew this was his Cas, still, but sometimes it felt like he’d lost him somewhere along the line. His angel was buried under a million damaged souls and sometimes it obscured the being he’d fallen in love with. But this was him. He just had to remember that. Under all of those souls, this was still the being he loved. “Cas! Castiel!”
“Dean!” The hunter could feel Cas release his psychic hold on his orgasm and a few seconds later Dean came onto the sheets beneath him. Castiel thrust a few more times and soon came himself. He shuddered and tightened his grip on Dean’s hip and shoulder. Dean tightened his own hand on Cas’ and moaned into the pillow as he felt Castiel coming deep inside of him. His spiritual and physical pleasure reached a crescendo and he felt satisfied in a way that he only ever experienced when in the throes of passion with his Lord.
When their orgasms had subsided Castiel slowly pulled out and turned Dean over so that they were face to face. They made eye contact for the first time that night and he could see just how wrecked Dean was from the experience. The hunter could hardly keep his eyes open, but when Castiel cupped his cheek he forced himself to hold his Lord’s gaze. “Castiel…”
“Dean,” he crooned. “You should sleep now.”
“Don’t leave me. Please.”
Cas tilted his head, feeling the intense amount of separation anxiety rolling off his disciple. Despite the amount of confusion the souls inside of him stirred up, he could understand what Dean was feeling through it all. He knew just how difficult his transformation was for Dean and just how lonely and abandoned he must have felt when it first began. Dean was more accepting of it now, but there was still nagging doubts inside of him. He had to prove to him that he still cared for him, despite his changed. He still loved him. “I’ll stay with you until morning. Please, sleep.”
When Castiel kissed Dean on the forehead the hunter lost consciousness and slipped away into a deep sleep that only ever came to him with supernatural assistance. When Castiel pulled back he took a moment to admire Dean’s expression when he was at absolute peace. He was beautiful.
Castiel lay down next to his disciple and kept him warm through the night. He helped keep the nightmares at bay and made sure that Dean felt the peace that he deserved.
Post Fic A/N: For those of you who also find God!Cas incredibly hot, I've found this wonderful gif. I did not make it, but it seems appropriate.
Author: angel_kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/God!Castiel
Word Count: ~1900
Warning: Submissive!Dean, Top!Cas, Blasphemy, Graphic Sex, Rimming, POSSIBLE Dub-con (it's up for interpretation)
Spoilers: 6x22
Summary: Dean prays to his Lord in a time of spiritual crisis.
A/N: I blame mfluder42 and squeemonster for talking about rimming on Twitter. Also, yes, I don’t have much time to write anymore (still sorry about the abrupt halt to Vampire Dean), but I just needed to get this out. HNGGGGG.
This is a sequel to Oh God! and Bow Down Before Me.
Dean needed Cas. It was as simple as that. His life had become so stressful that his only thought was the pray to his God for an absolution and peace of mind that he couldn’t get any other way. He was surprised that religion had become such a crucial part of his life considering his rather complicating history with it. Now he considered himself a devout follower of Castiel, even if that commitment came with a complicating mix of conflicting emotions. He’d given in and bowed down to his Lord and all he wanted in return was an answer to his prayers.
“Castiel,” he whispered.
His deity appeared behind him and wrapped his arms around him. Dean’s breath hitched at the contact and he was soon pulled close to his Lord’s chest in a loving embrace that put him immediately at ease. He felt the familiar sensation of spiritual fulfillment in his Lord’s presence. At first he’d fought the feelings that Castiel’s presence stirred within him, but now he welcomed them with open arms. His prayer had been answered. Inside he was at peace.
“Dean,” Castiel growled into his ear. The dark edge to the deity’s voice made Dean grow hard instantly. He was used to that by now. Lust and passion seemed to rise up whenever his Lord exorcized even the slightest trace of dominance over him. Never in Dean’s life was he so willing to submit to someone, but Castiel was different. Dean would do anything he said now.
The hunter’s clothes vanished in an instant and he whimpered at the sudden contact with the cool air. He reached back and buried a hand in Castiel’s hair as the deity gently wrapped his fingers around the hunter’s hardened cock. Dean’s knees buckled from the sudden rush of pleasure that was coursing through his body and he leaned back against his Lord for support. “Castiel…”
“You’ve begun calling me by my full name. Is this a sign that you’ve accepted me as your Lord?” Dean struggled to respond, but he couldn’t do much more than gasp out strangled syllables. “Of course it does. You don’t need to say anything. I know what is in your heart.”
Castiel slowly pumped him a few times, teasing him for what was to come, before he guided him forward towards the bed. The deity maneuvered him so that the hunter was on all fours on the mattress, open and vulnerable in a way that Dean would never be for anyone else. Somewhere along the line Cas’ clothing had vanished as well, but Dean was far too lost in pleasure already to take note of exactly when that happened. All he knew is that he could feel Castiel’s hot flesh against him as Castiel mounted the bed behind him.
The deity leaned down and whispered into his ear. “You have been a loyal disciple, Dean. I love you more than words can say.” Dean wanted to worship Castiel again. He wanted to turn around and bow down before him and profess his love and bring his Lord over the edge of pleasure with every ounce of strength that he could muster. He wanted to love Castiel and show him how loyal he was. He wanted to give him pleasure. “Not tonight.”
“Wha-“
“Tonight you shall be rewarded for your loyalty, for your love for me, your Lord. You, my most faithful follower, deserve my love. You are worthy of my affection, even if you don’t believe it yourself.” When Castiel nibbled his earlobe Dean nearly came right then, but some force beyond his control held it back. Castiel wasn’t ready for him to be finished yet and in a way it turned Dean on even more to think that his Lord had that much control over him.
Dean clutched the pillow tightly with both hands as Castiel planted kissed behind his ear and on the back of his neck. He shut his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his Lord’s warm hands running over his body, along his chest, his hips, his back, feeling and groping every inch of him. For the briefest of moments Castiel made contact with the handprint on his shoulder and Dean was filled with the memories of their time together before Castiel ascended as a God. Despite Castiel’s changes, this was still his Cas. Their bond was still there and it had actually become stronger since the angel ascended, even if their relationship had undergone a radical transformation. Everything was different now. On the surface it didn’t seem like a good thing, but in moments like this it was the most wonderful thing in the universe.
Then Castiel began to trace his tongue down Dean’s spine, causing the hunter to shiver and moan. He buried his face in the pillow to prevent himself from screaming, but he knew his cries were still louder than he’d anticipated. He only had the vaguest idea of what was coming, but he knew that it was going to be hard to control himself for much longer. He was already lost and on the verge of tears and he hadn’t even been penetrated yet. Castiel, however, was in complete control and teasing him with the slowly forming trail of saliva that he was leaving on his back. If it weren’t for Castiel’s supernatural hold on him, Dean would have come again right then.
Then the incredible happened. Castiel let his tongue slide between Dean’s cheeks and slowly guided it into his tight opening. Dean jerked forward so quickly he slammed his head into the headboard, but the pain was gone in an instant thanks to his Lord’s healing touch. Castiel gripped Dean’s hips and pulled him closer as continued to lick him open. Dean cried out when he felt the warm tongue lapping at his insides, making him feel vulnerable and exposed and completely submissive.
Then suddenly it pulled away. “Is this too much for you Dean?”
“No, God, please!” Dean could feel Cas laugh against him at his use of the word ‘God,’ but he was too caught up in the pleasure to appreciate how oddly appropriate his wording was. He was speaking entirely from the heart and it just happened to work out in his favor. “Cas, please, more… you know… you know what I’m feeling, Cas, and-“ Then Castiel resumed his activity and Dean quickly buried his face into the pillow again to stifle the resulting scream.
Dean bit the pillow and clenched his eyes shut, but tears began to stream down his face anyway. He was pretty sure he’d ripped a hole in the pillowcase with his teeth, but he didn’t really give a damn anymore. How the hell was Castiel so damn good at this? The once virgin angel was now a highly skilled sexual God and Dean was reaping the benefits as his most faithful disciple. It seemed appropriate that Dean’s most fulfilling spiritual encounter was intrinsically tied to sex. Dean couldn’t imagine a chaste life and it made him love Castiel even more that not only was this type of pleasure allowed in their new religion, but actively encouraged.
A few minutes later the tongue was replaced by a pair of fingers that continued to work him open with fervor. The deity was leaning over him and whispering Enochian into his ear and Dean could almost understand what he was saying. He didn’t speak much Enochian himself, but the passion behind the words conveyed their meaning clear enough. Dean tried his best to respond between gasps. “I love you… Cas… Oh God, please… I love you…”
Castiel removed his fingers and immediately replaced them with his own hard cock. He pushed into him in one smooth motion which caused Dean to cry out again. He would have fallen flat onto the bed if Castiel wasn’t holding him up. When he bottomed out he paused and let the hunter adjust around him. The deity ran a soothing hand up Dean’s back until it rested on the handprint again. Then he gripped it and began to speak in Enochian again as he slowly pulled out. Dean could recognize his own name peppered between the phrases.
Then Castiel was pushing into him again at a slightly faster rate. “God, Cas!”
Castiel bottomed out again and paused for only a second before he was pulling back out. Then he began to set a steady rhythm. Castiel reached around and began to pump him at the same pace that he was thrusting into him. “Dean, my faithful. My love.”
“Cas… don’t… don’t leave me…”
The hunter’s words took the deity by surprise and he momentarily broke his rhythm as he tried to decipher what had inspired it. “I wouldn’t, Dean.” The hunter reached up and awkwardly placed his hand over Cas’ on the handprint. Then Castiel realized what he meant. He felt what Dean meant by his words. “I haven’t gone anywhere, Dean. I’m still me. I’m still the one who pulled you from Perdition.”
Dean’s grip tightened over the deities hand as the thrusts began to intensify. Dean was bent at an awkward angle, but it gave the deity better access to his prostate and Dean could hardly contain himself. He knew this was his Cas, still, but sometimes it felt like he’d lost him somewhere along the line. His angel was buried under a million damaged souls and sometimes it obscured the being he’d fallen in love with. But this was him. He just had to remember that. Under all of those souls, this was still the being he loved. “Cas! Castiel!”
“Dean!” The hunter could feel Cas release his psychic hold on his orgasm and a few seconds later Dean came onto the sheets beneath him. Castiel thrust a few more times and soon came himself. He shuddered and tightened his grip on Dean’s hip and shoulder. Dean tightened his own hand on Cas’ and moaned into the pillow as he felt Castiel coming deep inside of him. His spiritual and physical pleasure reached a crescendo and he felt satisfied in a way that he only ever experienced when in the throes of passion with his Lord.
When their orgasms had subsided Castiel slowly pulled out and turned Dean over so that they were face to face. They made eye contact for the first time that night and he could see just how wrecked Dean was from the experience. The hunter could hardly keep his eyes open, but when Castiel cupped his cheek he forced himself to hold his Lord’s gaze. “Castiel…”
“Dean,” he crooned. “You should sleep now.”
“Don’t leave me. Please.”
Cas tilted his head, feeling the intense amount of separation anxiety rolling off his disciple. Despite the amount of confusion the souls inside of him stirred up, he could understand what Dean was feeling through it all. He knew just how difficult his transformation was for Dean and just how lonely and abandoned he must have felt when it first began. Dean was more accepting of it now, but there was still nagging doubts inside of him. He had to prove to him that he still cared for him, despite his changed. He still loved him. “I’ll stay with you until morning. Please, sleep.”
When Castiel kissed Dean on the forehead the hunter lost consciousness and slipped away into a deep sleep that only ever came to him with supernatural assistance. When Castiel pulled back he took a moment to admire Dean’s expression when he was at absolute peace. He was beautiful.
Castiel lay down next to his disciple and kept him warm through the night. He helped keep the nightmares at bay and made sure that Dean felt the peace that he deserved.
Post Fic A/N: For those of you who also find God!Cas incredibly hot, I've found this wonderful gif. I did not make it, but it seems appropriate.