Have a Little Faith (Part 13)
Title: Have A Little Faith (13/13)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Case!fic, Porn, Fluff
Word Count: ~2270
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Explicit Sex, Possible Blasphemy, Moderate Pain
Summary: Dean wakes up at Bobby’s six days later.
A/N: This story is over, but the ‘verse will continue. Also, hopefully the length and resolution in this chapter make up for the two previous short cliffhanger chapters. :] I didn’t proofread it as many times as I usually do because people are so eager for an update, so apologies if I missed any grammar/spelling issues.
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
Dean woke up and automatically opened his eyes. He saw the first rays of sun shining on the wallpaper of Bobby’s upstairs guest room and for a moment it seemed like a normal morning. Then the memories of what happened in the factory came rushing back to him and he realized he shouldn’t be seeing anything at all. His eyes should be burned clean out of his skull. Is this Heaven? Where’s Castiel?
“I’m here, Dean.”
He rolled over to see the angel sitting on the side of his bed. The fact that he could see again was overwhelming and he was glad one of the first things he laid his functioning eyes on was the beautiful angel he was fortunate enough to be in love with. Cas wasn’t wearing his trademark trench coat and suit jacket, but he still looked absolutely beautiful perched there on the side of his bed basking in the early morning light.
“Am I dead?”
“No, not this time. But you did come close.” Dean sat up and touched his fingers to his cheeks. There wasn’t any blood and his eyes felt completely normal. He was alive and he could see. He was so relieved, but Dean’s celebration was cut short when Castiel narrowed his eyes at him. “That was a very reckless thing you did, Dean.”
“You’re welcome,” Dean said, pulling the covers off and looking around the room for some clothing. “Where’s Sam?”
“Downstairs. He’s fine. He didn’t even try to open his eyes like you did.”
They just looked at each other for a moment, but Dean had a nagging question he just had to get out. “Did you heal my eyes?”
“Yes,” Castiel said, tilting his head again. He thought that was rather obvious.
“Why didn’t you ever heal Pamela’s?”
Then Cas understood where he was coming from and he looked unbelievably regretful. “I… didn’t think like that back then. At the time I felt that if one looked upon my true form they should live with the damage it caused. But I have since apologized to her and she seems happy now.”
“Yeah, she seemed to like the whole Heaven thing despite thinking you all are a bunch of jerks.” Dean smiled, hoping the angel would feel a little less depressed about the whole ordeal. Castiel was a very different being now then he was back then. And Dean knew the concept of regret all too well. You can’t start the apocalypse and not carry around some excess baggage.
Dean noticed that Castiel looked completely healed from the battle and he realized that meant they must have won. “So, what happened? Did you kick his ass?”
“Paimon has been destroyed. I would have not been able to do it had he not been distracted. And for that I thank you.”
“Told you that you needed us.” They both smiled at each other and Dean finally felt at ease. “How long was I out?”
“Six days.”
“Six days?!”
“I sustained most of your body’s needs with my grace while you were unconscious, but you won’t be completely free of consequences.” Dean didn’t feel dehydrated or any aches and pains, but his stomach was growling. He certainly felt like he hadn’t eaten in six days and he needed to get the hell out of that bed.
He put on some jeans and made his way downstairs with Castiel following close behind. When he entered the room Sam stood and gripped him like one of them had just been resurrected (Dean was close enough to death, he figured). Bobby threw a few ‘idjit’s’ in his direction and nearly hugged the life out of him. Then Bobby immediately set to work on making a giant celebratory breakfast.
Castiel felt more comfortable with his second family meal in the Singer household. He managed to keep up with the conversation while shuffling the plates around. This time there were pancakes, which were instantly Cas’ favorite breakfast food. Maybe there was something about angels and sweets, because the strawberry syrup was absolutely incredible and his pancakes were drowning in them.
Sam explained to Dean how the girl with the black hair who summoned the demon, Julie, was probably in way over her head. The girls who helped her were most likely even more ignorant of what they’d done than she was. As far as they could tell the girls were all part of a coven in Flagstaff that ranged from girls interested in fairy magic to Goddess worshippers, but Julie seemed to be the only one who was really interested in all the demon stuff. There weren’t many witches in Flagstaff and the group came together despite their varied interest.
Julie was charismatic enough to have the other girls participate in some seriously dangerous magic and the demons used their susceptibility to their advantage. The other girls may not have even known their friend was possessed. According to Castiel Julia had died in the building collapse in San Francisco. The demon within her was still unaccounted for, but Castiel didn’t feel it was enough of a threat without its master to warrant their immediate attention.
After the meal the hunters decided they desperately needed a day off. Sam lounged in Bobby’s large recliner with his computer in his lap while Dean and Cas took up the couch in front of the TV. Bobby sat at the desk nearby reading, occasionally looking up from his book the watch the TV.
Dean let his arm rest on the back of the couch behind Castiel while the angel let his hand rest on his thigh. Neither of them really cared what was on TV, since all they craved was being near each other. Then Dean became aware of another need his body had. When the first wave of arousal shot through his body Castiel looked away from the TV screen and watched as Dean’s face flushed.
Then the angel looked over at Sam. “I’m going to borrow your brother,” he said, flying them away before Sam could respond.
They were sitting on the bed of a one room wooden cabin with large trees outside. “Where are we?”
“An unoccupied hunting lodge in the Catskills. Bobby said that ‘next time,’ we should ‘go somewhere else.’”
“Don’t think you can control your voice?”
“I’d rather not take the chance.” And for some reason that turned him on even more. The idea of Castiel as an archangel was actually a turn now on instead of something to be intimidated by. He loved the idea that he could make such a powerful creature lose control of himself in such a way.
Dean pressed their lips together and began pushing Castiel back onto the bed. However, the angel held his ground. Instead he flipped Dean onto his back and pushed him into the mattress. Dean’s eyes went wide as the angel pulled back from the kiss and straddled him. “Cas?”
“It’s your turn to shush, Dean,” he said, barely above a whisper.
Castiel pulled Dean’s t-shirt off and delicately traced the mark. It seemed to be an instinct deep within him to touch it whenever he had the chance. Whenever they made contact in such a way Dean was overwhelmed with a sense of joy that was completely unique to being with Cas. It was comforting and erotic and blissful beyond words. They both craved it and neither of them needed to say a word to understand it.
But Castiel’s hand soon left the mark and made their way down to his jeans, which he carefully opened and slid down. When he pulled them completely off he slid his hands over Dean’s feet, up his legs, over his boxers, and up his torso. He was straddling him again the angel’s eyes sparkled with a confidence that wasn’t there the last time he tried this. It was intense and beautiful and Dean shivered with arousal.
Only the angel still didn’t understand that it was unfair to undress your partner while you remain fully clothed. Dean reached up to undo the buttons, but Castiel took him by the wrists and pinned his hands on the pillow on either side of his head. The action was surprisingly gentle for a display of dominance and Dean twitched with excitement. His scared little angel wanted to take control of this encounter and he was going to let him. What surprised him even more was that he wanted it. He wanted it bad.
Castiel trailed kisses down his chest, his tie tickling along Dean’s skin as he moved his way down and slipped his fingers into the rim of his boxers. As he slid them down he left kisses every few inches along the inside of his right leg all the way to the hunter’s ankle.
When the last layer of clothing hit the floor Castiel pulled the tube of lube from his pocket and slicked his fingers up. Dean writhed with anticipation. This was a first and he really had no idea what to expect. He'd always been the one doing the penetration, not the other way around.
Castiel pushed the first digit in and Dean eyes rolled back into his head. His eyelids slid shut involuntarily and he knocked his head back. It was painful, but he pushed back against Cas’ hand until he was lost in a flood pleasure so intense he nearly lost control of himself. He had no idea he’d enjoy it so much and now he wondered why it took him so long to try it.
When he came back to his senses he realized Castiel was back on top of him, the tie laying haphazardly across Dean's chest and the angel’s warm breath ghosting across his lips. Then they were kissing again and Dean felt a second finger push in as he held on tightly to Castiel’s shirt. You’re a fast learner.
Castiel’s laughed into the kiss. Then Dean felt the tie disappear off his skin and his hands were suddenly digging into nothing but air. He pulled back from the kiss and looked down. “Did you just mojo away your clothes?”
“Yes, now shush,” he said, taking Dean’s mouth with his own again.
Can’t stop me from thinking. Shoulda told me you could do that. I was serious about an Angel Handb- Dean lost it again with the addition of a third finger. He simply couldn’t think anymore. He moaned loudly into the kiss and pressed up against him until their hips were grinding together.
“Maybe I can stop you from thinking,” Cas said as he pulled away. Castiel continued with his fingers for a moment before removing them entirely. Dean whimpered, but was too far gone to formulate coherent words or thoughts. Want, was the only word running through his head and embarrassing sounds escaped from his lips as he gripped the mattress tightly.
Somewhere along the line Cas had applied lube to himself, but Dean had stopped paying attention to anything except the pleasure for the past minute or so. All he knew is that Castiel placed himself at his entrance and began pushing himself slowly inside. It was smooth and slow and intense and when the angel had fully buried himself inside he paused.
Dean’s eyes snapped open and he stared in awe at the features on his angel’s face. Cas’ eyes were half-lidded and his mouth was hanging open in an uncontrolled expression of pleasure. The angel was actually panting heavily as though he actually needed to breathe.
For a moment they just looked at each other as they let their bodies adjust, but Cas slowly began to pull back and mimic what Dean had done to him the week before. Only his movements were much slower than Dean's were as the sensations of penetrating someone were entirely new to him. This was another first for the both of them and the slower pace was welcomed. When Cas pushed in again he moaned along with Dean. The hunter dug his nails in Castiel’s arms so hard he bled, but the angel continued until he was fully buried deep within him.
“Castiel,” Dean whispered, eyes still closed. When Castiel heard the prayer echo in his mind he inhaled sharply and his eyes rolled back. Dean was fully connected to him physically, spiritually, and mentally and the angel was consumed by all the sensations. He pulled out and pushed in again, attempting to set some sort of rhythm. When Dean prayed his name again he started pulling out and sped up the pace.
At this point they were both too far gone to think. Instead they just felt, and they quickly found a pace that satisfied the both of them. Castiel reached between them and began stroking Dean at the same pace he was thrusting into him. Dean opened his eyes and got trapped in an the angel’s intense gaze.
Then lightening flashed and Dean could see the shadows angel’s wings on the wall behind him. That was enough to push Dean over the edge and he let his hand fall to Castiel’s shoulder. He dug his nails into Castiel’s flesh and two quick thrusts later the angel followed him over with an orgasm of his own. Lightening flashed again and the wings flared out wide with the final thrust. The angel called out his named and shut his eyes.
They both froze as the pleasure washed over them and the lightening slowed to a low roll of thunder in the distance. Castiel collapsed on top of Dean and, though the hunter couldn’t see them, the wings followed suit, draping over the sides of the bed onto the floor. He let himself slide out of his hunter and they fell asleep cradled in each other’s arm.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Case!fic, Porn, Fluff
Word Count: ~2270
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Explicit Sex, Possible Blasphemy, Moderate Pain
Summary: Dean wakes up at Bobby’s six days later.
A/N: This story is over, but the ‘verse will continue. Also, hopefully the length and resolution in this chapter make up for the two previous short cliffhanger chapters. :] I didn’t proofread it as many times as I usually do because people are so eager for an update, so apologies if I missed any grammar/spelling issues.
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
Dean woke up and automatically opened his eyes. He saw the first rays of sun shining on the wallpaper of Bobby’s upstairs guest room and for a moment it seemed like a normal morning. Then the memories of what happened in the factory came rushing back to him and he realized he shouldn’t be seeing anything at all. His eyes should be burned clean out of his skull. Is this Heaven? Where’s Castiel?
“I’m here, Dean.”
He rolled over to see the angel sitting on the side of his bed. The fact that he could see again was overwhelming and he was glad one of the first things he laid his functioning eyes on was the beautiful angel he was fortunate enough to be in love with. Cas wasn’t wearing his trademark trench coat and suit jacket, but he still looked absolutely beautiful perched there on the side of his bed basking in the early morning light.
“Am I dead?”
“No, not this time. But you did come close.” Dean sat up and touched his fingers to his cheeks. There wasn’t any blood and his eyes felt completely normal. He was alive and he could see. He was so relieved, but Dean’s celebration was cut short when Castiel narrowed his eyes at him. “That was a very reckless thing you did, Dean.”
“You’re welcome,” Dean said, pulling the covers off and looking around the room for some clothing. “Where’s Sam?”
“Downstairs. He’s fine. He didn’t even try to open his eyes like you did.”
They just looked at each other for a moment, but Dean had a nagging question he just had to get out. “Did you heal my eyes?”
“Yes,” Castiel said, tilting his head again. He thought that was rather obvious.
“Why didn’t you ever heal Pamela’s?”
Then Cas understood where he was coming from and he looked unbelievably regretful. “I… didn’t think like that back then. At the time I felt that if one looked upon my true form they should live with the damage it caused. But I have since apologized to her and she seems happy now.”
“Yeah, she seemed to like the whole Heaven thing despite thinking you all are a bunch of jerks.” Dean smiled, hoping the angel would feel a little less depressed about the whole ordeal. Castiel was a very different being now then he was back then. And Dean knew the concept of regret all too well. You can’t start the apocalypse and not carry around some excess baggage.
Dean noticed that Castiel looked completely healed from the battle and he realized that meant they must have won. “So, what happened? Did you kick his ass?”
“Paimon has been destroyed. I would have not been able to do it had he not been distracted. And for that I thank you.”
“Told you that you needed us.” They both smiled at each other and Dean finally felt at ease. “How long was I out?”
“Six days.”
“Six days?!”
“I sustained most of your body’s needs with my grace while you were unconscious, but you won’t be completely free of consequences.” Dean didn’t feel dehydrated or any aches and pains, but his stomach was growling. He certainly felt like he hadn’t eaten in six days and he needed to get the hell out of that bed.
He put on some jeans and made his way downstairs with Castiel following close behind. When he entered the room Sam stood and gripped him like one of them had just been resurrected (Dean was close enough to death, he figured). Bobby threw a few ‘idjit’s’ in his direction and nearly hugged the life out of him. Then Bobby immediately set to work on making a giant celebratory breakfast.
Castiel felt more comfortable with his second family meal in the Singer household. He managed to keep up with the conversation while shuffling the plates around. This time there were pancakes, which were instantly Cas’ favorite breakfast food. Maybe there was something about angels and sweets, because the strawberry syrup was absolutely incredible and his pancakes were drowning in them.
Sam explained to Dean how the girl with the black hair who summoned the demon, Julie, was probably in way over her head. The girls who helped her were most likely even more ignorant of what they’d done than she was. As far as they could tell the girls were all part of a coven in Flagstaff that ranged from girls interested in fairy magic to Goddess worshippers, but Julie seemed to be the only one who was really interested in all the demon stuff. There weren’t many witches in Flagstaff and the group came together despite their varied interest.
Julie was charismatic enough to have the other girls participate in some seriously dangerous magic and the demons used their susceptibility to their advantage. The other girls may not have even known their friend was possessed. According to Castiel Julia had died in the building collapse in San Francisco. The demon within her was still unaccounted for, but Castiel didn’t feel it was enough of a threat without its master to warrant their immediate attention.
After the meal the hunters decided they desperately needed a day off. Sam lounged in Bobby’s large recliner with his computer in his lap while Dean and Cas took up the couch in front of the TV. Bobby sat at the desk nearby reading, occasionally looking up from his book the watch the TV.
Dean let his arm rest on the back of the couch behind Castiel while the angel let his hand rest on his thigh. Neither of them really cared what was on TV, since all they craved was being near each other. Then Dean became aware of another need his body had. When the first wave of arousal shot through his body Castiel looked away from the TV screen and watched as Dean’s face flushed.
Then the angel looked over at Sam. “I’m going to borrow your brother,” he said, flying them away before Sam could respond.
They were sitting on the bed of a one room wooden cabin with large trees outside. “Where are we?”
“An unoccupied hunting lodge in the Catskills. Bobby said that ‘next time,’ we should ‘go somewhere else.’”
“Don’t think you can control your voice?”
“I’d rather not take the chance.” And for some reason that turned him on even more. The idea of Castiel as an archangel was actually a turn now on instead of something to be intimidated by. He loved the idea that he could make such a powerful creature lose control of himself in such a way.
Dean pressed their lips together and began pushing Castiel back onto the bed. However, the angel held his ground. Instead he flipped Dean onto his back and pushed him into the mattress. Dean’s eyes went wide as the angel pulled back from the kiss and straddled him. “Cas?”
“It’s your turn to shush, Dean,” he said, barely above a whisper.
Castiel pulled Dean’s t-shirt off and delicately traced the mark. It seemed to be an instinct deep within him to touch it whenever he had the chance. Whenever they made contact in such a way Dean was overwhelmed with a sense of joy that was completely unique to being with Cas. It was comforting and erotic and blissful beyond words. They both craved it and neither of them needed to say a word to understand it.
But Castiel’s hand soon left the mark and made their way down to his jeans, which he carefully opened and slid down. When he pulled them completely off he slid his hands over Dean’s feet, up his legs, over his boxers, and up his torso. He was straddling him again the angel’s eyes sparkled with a confidence that wasn’t there the last time he tried this. It was intense and beautiful and Dean shivered with arousal.
Only the angel still didn’t understand that it was unfair to undress your partner while you remain fully clothed. Dean reached up to undo the buttons, but Castiel took him by the wrists and pinned his hands on the pillow on either side of his head. The action was surprisingly gentle for a display of dominance and Dean twitched with excitement. His scared little angel wanted to take control of this encounter and he was going to let him. What surprised him even more was that he wanted it. He wanted it bad.
Castiel trailed kisses down his chest, his tie tickling along Dean’s skin as he moved his way down and slipped his fingers into the rim of his boxers. As he slid them down he left kisses every few inches along the inside of his right leg all the way to the hunter’s ankle.
When the last layer of clothing hit the floor Castiel pulled the tube of lube from his pocket and slicked his fingers up. Dean writhed with anticipation. This was a first and he really had no idea what to expect. He'd always been the one doing the penetration, not the other way around.
Castiel pushed the first digit in and Dean eyes rolled back into his head. His eyelids slid shut involuntarily and he knocked his head back. It was painful, but he pushed back against Cas’ hand until he was lost in a flood pleasure so intense he nearly lost control of himself. He had no idea he’d enjoy it so much and now he wondered why it took him so long to try it.
When he came back to his senses he realized Castiel was back on top of him, the tie laying haphazardly across Dean's chest and the angel’s warm breath ghosting across his lips. Then they were kissing again and Dean felt a second finger push in as he held on tightly to Castiel’s shirt. You’re a fast learner.
Castiel’s laughed into the kiss. Then Dean felt the tie disappear off his skin and his hands were suddenly digging into nothing but air. He pulled back from the kiss and looked down. “Did you just mojo away your clothes?”
“Yes, now shush,” he said, taking Dean’s mouth with his own again.
Can’t stop me from thinking. Shoulda told me you could do that. I was serious about an Angel Handb- Dean lost it again with the addition of a third finger. He simply couldn’t think anymore. He moaned loudly into the kiss and pressed up against him until their hips were grinding together.
“Maybe I can stop you from thinking,” Cas said as he pulled away. Castiel continued with his fingers for a moment before removing them entirely. Dean whimpered, but was too far gone to formulate coherent words or thoughts. Want, was the only word running through his head and embarrassing sounds escaped from his lips as he gripped the mattress tightly.
Somewhere along the line Cas had applied lube to himself, but Dean had stopped paying attention to anything except the pleasure for the past minute or so. All he knew is that Castiel placed himself at his entrance and began pushing himself slowly inside. It was smooth and slow and intense and when the angel had fully buried himself inside he paused.
Dean’s eyes snapped open and he stared in awe at the features on his angel’s face. Cas’ eyes were half-lidded and his mouth was hanging open in an uncontrolled expression of pleasure. The angel was actually panting heavily as though he actually needed to breathe.
For a moment they just looked at each other as they let their bodies adjust, but Cas slowly began to pull back and mimic what Dean had done to him the week before. Only his movements were much slower than Dean's were as the sensations of penetrating someone were entirely new to him. This was another first for the both of them and the slower pace was welcomed. When Cas pushed in again he moaned along with Dean. The hunter dug his nails in Castiel’s arms so hard he bled, but the angel continued until he was fully buried deep within him.
“Castiel,” Dean whispered, eyes still closed. When Castiel heard the prayer echo in his mind he inhaled sharply and his eyes rolled back. Dean was fully connected to him physically, spiritually, and mentally and the angel was consumed by all the sensations. He pulled out and pushed in again, attempting to set some sort of rhythm. When Dean prayed his name again he started pulling out and sped up the pace.
At this point they were both too far gone to think. Instead they just felt, and they quickly found a pace that satisfied the both of them. Castiel reached between them and began stroking Dean at the same pace he was thrusting into him. Dean opened his eyes and got trapped in an the angel’s intense gaze.
Then lightening flashed and Dean could see the shadows angel’s wings on the wall behind him. That was enough to push Dean over the edge and he let his hand fall to Castiel’s shoulder. He dug his nails into Castiel’s flesh and two quick thrusts later the angel followed him over with an orgasm of his own. Lightening flashed again and the wings flared out wide with the final thrust. The angel called out his named and shut his eyes.
They both froze as the pleasure washed over them and the lightening slowed to a low roll of thunder in the distance. Castiel collapsed on top of Dean and, though the hunter couldn’t see them, the wings followed suit, draping over the sides of the bed onto the floor. He let himself slide out of his hunter and they fell asleep cradled in each other’s arm.