Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: Finding Peace: (NC-17)
Title: Finding Peace
Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my recently created Jedi!verse series of fics - where both Dean and Castiel are Jedi - with a forbidden attraction to each other.
Summary: Jedi Master Castiel pays a late night visit to Dean's home.
Word Count: 2,202
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Dean was curled up in his bed, drifting somewhere between awake and asleep when the soft chime of his door pulled him back into full awareness.
He glanced at his clock, it was late, so late it was actually early.
He grumbled, and climbed out of bed, almost tripping over his covers in his haste.
Dean had spent the last few days recovering from his injuries, debriefing the council, and discussing how in the hell someone had found out about the Chancellor’s top-secret mission. Ellen, and a few Jedi she trusted were looking into a few leads - hoping to track the leak back to the source.
Dean had his doubts; as did Cas.
Whoever was doing this was good, damn good, or they would have been caught by now.
His near death had, narrowed down the list. Only member’s of the council, and a handful of staff the Chancellor trusted implicitly had known of his assignment, or had access to it.
It meant, their traitor was someone in a position of power.
The problem was anyone who could be considered a suspect had earned the complete trust of those around them.
Dean rubbed grit from his eyes, yanked on a pair of pants, and shambled over to the door. “Someone better be dead,” he growled into the intercom.
“It’s Castiel,” was the simple reply.
Dean froze, surprised. He was suddenly completely awake, his heart doing a little jig in his chest.
There hadn’t been any more ‘inappropriate touching’ since they’d been back. Not that they’d had a moment alone. Cas had been spending a lot of his free time trying to dig up everything he could on the Separatist’s. Leaders, members, planets that sympathized with them.
Anything to get them closer to getting to the bottom of the attack that had killed five people. Five people who had done nothing, but give a stranger a ride.
Information on them was sketchy at best, they moved a lot, and none of their leaders had ever been identified. They were smart.
Cas hadn’t been avoiding him; which he took as a positive sign. They’d spent a lot of time together, just never without company. Ellen, Anna, Crowley, and other various Jedi had always been around.
Now Cas was standing outside his door. He swallowed and opened it.
Cas gave him a tired, nervous smile. His fingers were picking at his robe. “Is this okay? I know it’s late, I ju-”
Dean held up his hand. “It’s fine, Cas. Is everything alright?”
Cas nodded. “Yes, there’s no…”, his eyes focused on Dean’s very naked chest, before they shot back up to Dean’s face, “emergency.”
Dean couldn’t stop the smile. “Well, that’s a relief. You want to come in?”
Cas swallowed, and Dean noticed him wringing his hands.
Dean reached out, and took them. Cas seemed to relax.
“Yes. I would like that.”
Dean stepped aside, and Cas entered his living space.
He watched the other Jedi look around, his perceptive blue eyes drifting over everything with open curiosity.
It wasn’t fancy. Pretty much a bed, small closet, a three-foot stretch of counter space along one wall, that served as a kitchen, and a refresher in the right hand corner.
“I know it’s nowhere near as nice as anything in the temple,” Dean admitted, gauging Cas’s reaction.
Cas turned and faced Dean. “I think it’s perfect. You have everything you need - my place is quite similar.”
Dean grinned. “Yeah, but I bet yours is cleaner.”
Dean’s robes were strewn out on the floor, along with a towel that he’d been too lazy to pick up after his shower. A few glasses, and plates cluttered the counters.
Cas nodded. “Perhaps.”
“So.” Dean walked to his kitchen, and opened a cabinet, pulling out two glasses, and filling them with water. “What brings you to my neck of the galaxy?”
He offered the beverage to Cas, who took it with a grateful smile, and sipped at it.
Dean gulped his down, in one long chug, earning him a raised eyebrow from Castiel.
“Honestly,” Cas set his glass aside. “Nothing in particular.”
Dean blinked, and set his down as well. “Nothing,” he repeated, “You just decided to go for a stroll at three in the morning?” He chuckled. “Not that I’m not glad to see you, but you had to have some reason for making the trip.”
Cas sighed. “It will probably sound foolish to you, but things have been so hectic since we returned. I just wanted…” Cas rubbed at his face, then his eyes locked with Deans. “I wanted a moment alone to talk.”
Cas looked as if he wanted to crawl out of his own skin; Dean could feel turmoil swirling around him again.
Dean swallowed. This couldn’t be good. He’d been afraid this would happen. Cas had kissed him and now he was regretting it, and wanted to explain how he’d only done it because he’d been, “highly emotional” or some other bullshit.
Dean crossed his arms across his chest, and braced himself for the rationalizations. “About what?”
Cas’s was staring at his chest again, his lips parted, and his breathing deep. He licked his lips, and took a step closer, his blue eyes timid as he met Dean’s stare. “I’m not sure how to…” Cas sighed, and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. He suddenly looked up, his expression determined, and a little nervous, as he crossed the next few steps that had been separating them, and kissed Dean briefly on the lips, before pulling back and waiting.
Dean uncrossed his arms, as his heart jumped, and a familiar ache in his groin woke back up with a vengeance. It seemed he may have misinterpreted Cas’s words.
Cas’s eyes were insecure as he stared at him; as if he were afraid Dean wouldn’t want this, wouldn’t want him. Dean wondered how Cas could be so confident on the battlefield, and so insecure when it came to them.
It was time to wipe away any doubts.
Dean captured his mouth in a deep kiss, loving the way Cas melted against him as the tension drained from his body.
“Are you sure?” Dean breathed, resisting the urge to tear Cas’s clothes off, and kiss every inch of the warm body that was pressed up against him.
Cas swallowed, any insecurity had vanished, replaced with an open trust that left Dean feeling humbled. “Yes.”
That was all the restraint Dean had, as he locked his mouth over Cas’s, and ran his hands down the Jedi Masters back. He dug his fingers into Cas’s waist, loving the way the man shuddered against him.
Cas’s hands began to run over his chest, mapping out his flesh. Dean moaned at the contact. He could feel the heat building in his groin, as he pulled off Cas’s robes, and dropped them to floor. His fingers slid over Cas flat, stomach, as he gently ran his tongue over Cas’s lips.
Cas inhaled sharply, then moaned as Dean licked into his mouth. Cas caught on fast, sliding his tongue into Dean’s, earning himself a moan as well.
His fingers brushed against Dean’s ass, and Dean kissed a trail along Cas’s jaw bone, then down his neck. Dean sucked on the flesh near his collar bone, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to earn a groan from Cas.
His half-hard cock brushed against Cas’s thigh, and Dean shuddered. Dean made a little space between them as he sucked on Cas’s lip coaxing out another low moan.
He cupped Cas‘s hardening sex, and rubbed against it. Cas gasped into his mouth, and dug his fingers into his waist, nails scratching.
Dean didn’t mind.
He knew no one had touched Cas like this, and the thought had him so hard it almost sent him over the edge as Cas began panting into his mouth.
Cas was kissing him frantically now, their noses bumping, their teeth gnashing, harsh panting sounds echoed in Dean’s ears, as he kissed Cas’s throat. He made his way back to his swollen lips. Cas whimpered, his hips jerking wildly, his fingers clenching and unclenching on Dean’s waist.
Dean continued to rub against Cas’s sex, loving the desperate moans, and the way he’d started thrusting against Dean’s hand.
Cas was shaking now, his moans were almost constant, he was close.
Dean withdrew his hand, not wanting this to be over too soon, as he began gently guiding Cas back towards his bed. His hands cupped Cas’s very firm ass, pulling him more tightly against him.
As they moved, Dean could feel Cas’s cock grinding against his hip. Cas’s pace was erratic, inexperienced.
Dean adored it.
They collapsed onto the bed. Dean straddled the Jedi Master, slowly pulling his shirt off, kissing each piece of exposed skin as he did. He tossed it aside, taking a moment to admire the view. The long, lean muscle, the smooth skin, the way Cas’s chest rose and fell.
He was even hotter than Dean had imagined.
He kept waiting to wake up, afraid this might be a dream.
Cas was watching him, his eyes blown black, his breathing labored, his lips parted.
Dean slid off Cas, slowly, allowing their cocks to grind against each other briefly; they both moaned.
Dean stood at the foot of the bed, unlaced his drawstring, and removed his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he watched Cas’s face.
Cas stared right back, his eyes burning with a need that matched Dean’s throbbing cock.
He bent forward, and undid Cas’s pants; watching his face for any sign of regret, or hesitation. He saw none.
Cas lifted his hips and Dean pulled his lover’s pants down, and was pleased to see he wasn’t the only one that didn’t wear underwear. He dropped them to the side, and kissed the insides of Cas’s thighs, loving the shiver it elicited from Cas.
He climbed back into the bed, and kissed Cas hungrily, then moved down to his nipples, and sucked on them as they hardened under his touch.
Cas’s nimble fingers ran up the inside of his leg, brushing his cock.
Dean moaned, and squeezed Cas’s ass.
“Dean,” Cas whispered, his hands running up and down Dean’s spine. “I’ve never…”
Dean found Cas’s eyes, kissing his nose. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
Cas gave him that adorable shy smile again, and ran his hands through Dean’s hair.
Dean was shocked to hear himself whisper, “We don’t have to do this right now; we can wait.” He’d been trying to get Cas into his bed for over a year - now he was worried about moving too fast?
Sithspit. Cas really had gotten under his skin.
Cas kissed him gently, his expression a mixture of tenderness and desire. “I want this.”
Dean felt his lips stretch into a wide grin, and he kissed him back.
Dean wanted to keep things simple; this was all very new to Cas.
He reached into the draw on the night stand near his bed, and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Cas watched with intrigued, blue eyes as Dean lubed himself up. Cas’s intense orbs followed as he moved his hand to Cas’s member, teasing the tip of his penis. Cas’s eyes closed briefly, and he practically purred.
Dean smiled, as he set the bottle aside, and climbed on top of Cas, aligning their bodies so their cocks pressed against each other.
Cas gasped, and Dean groaned, staying still a moment, just savoring this moment, as he listened to Cas breathe. He kissed him tenderly, and Cas’s hands traveled slowly down his waist, squeezing off and on.
He began to move, rubbing against the other man, loving the feel of their cocks sliding together.
Cas thrust his hips upward, and Dean moaned, as he moved with him. The heat building to an inferno between them. Dean could hear himself panting, while Cas writhed beneath him. Cas’s expression was wrecked as he moaned and dug his fingers into Dean‘s hips, urging him to move faster.
Dean obliged, using his hands to brace himself, he thrust against Cas.
Cas had started whispering his name, his words coming out in harsh pants, as he threw his head back. His eyes were closed, his hands moving up and down Dean’s flesh erratically.
Dean’s rhythm faltered as he felt his climax approaching - he felt Cas’s name fall from his lips as the explosion of pleasure swept over him. He heard Cas cry out his name again, as they shuddered, and Dean felt Cas cum onto his stomach.
He released moments later, collapsing onto Cas‘s chest, breathing him in, as they both laid there, basking in the afterglow.
Dean felt Cas stroking his back; he lifted his head.
Cas touched his face, his fingers running over his forehead, his nose, his chin, as if he were trying to memorize him.
Dean kissed his fingers, then shifted a bit, draping his leg across Cas’s waist, and laying his head on the pillow.
He smiled at Cas.
The other man smiled back; his expression peaceful, content.
Dean could relate, he hadn’t felt this relaxed, and at peace in a long time.
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Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my recently created Jedi!verse series of fics - where both Dean and Castiel are Jedi - with a forbidden attraction to each other.
Summary: Jedi Master Castiel pays a late night visit to Dean's home.
Word Count: 2,202
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Dean was curled up in his bed, drifting somewhere between awake and asleep when the soft chime of his door pulled him back into full awareness.
He glanced at his clock, it was late, so late it was actually early.
He grumbled, and climbed out of bed, almost tripping over his covers in his haste.
Dean had spent the last few days recovering from his injuries, debriefing the council, and discussing how in the hell someone had found out about the Chancellor’s top-secret mission. Ellen, and a few Jedi she trusted were looking into a few leads - hoping to track the leak back to the source.
Dean had his doubts; as did Cas.
Whoever was doing this was good, damn good, or they would have been caught by now.
His near death had, narrowed down the list. Only member’s of the council, and a handful of staff the Chancellor trusted implicitly had known of his assignment, or had access to it.
It meant, their traitor was someone in a position of power.
The problem was anyone who could be considered a suspect had earned the complete trust of those around them.
Dean rubbed grit from his eyes, yanked on a pair of pants, and shambled over to the door. “Someone better be dead,” he growled into the intercom.
“It’s Castiel,” was the simple reply.
Dean froze, surprised. He was suddenly completely awake, his heart doing a little jig in his chest.
There hadn’t been any more ‘inappropriate touching’ since they’d been back. Not that they’d had a moment alone. Cas had been spending a lot of his free time trying to dig up everything he could on the Separatist’s. Leaders, members, planets that sympathized with them.
Anything to get them closer to getting to the bottom of the attack that had killed five people. Five people who had done nothing, but give a stranger a ride.
Information on them was sketchy at best, they moved a lot, and none of their leaders had ever been identified. They were smart.
Cas hadn’t been avoiding him; which he took as a positive sign. They’d spent a lot of time together, just never without company. Ellen, Anna, Crowley, and other various Jedi had always been around.
Now Cas was standing outside his door. He swallowed and opened it.
Cas gave him a tired, nervous smile. His fingers were picking at his robe. “Is this okay? I know it’s late, I ju-”
Dean held up his hand. “It’s fine, Cas. Is everything alright?”
Cas nodded. “Yes, there’s no…”, his eyes focused on Dean’s very naked chest, before they shot back up to Dean’s face, “emergency.”
Dean couldn’t stop the smile. “Well, that’s a relief. You want to come in?”
Cas swallowed, and Dean noticed him wringing his hands.
Dean reached out, and took them. Cas seemed to relax.
“Yes. I would like that.”
Dean stepped aside, and Cas entered his living space.
He watched the other Jedi look around, his perceptive blue eyes drifting over everything with open curiosity.
It wasn’t fancy. Pretty much a bed, small closet, a three-foot stretch of counter space along one wall, that served as a kitchen, and a refresher in the right hand corner.
“I know it’s nowhere near as nice as anything in the temple,” Dean admitted, gauging Cas’s reaction.
Cas turned and faced Dean. “I think it’s perfect. You have everything you need - my place is quite similar.”
Dean grinned. “Yeah, but I bet yours is cleaner.”
Dean’s robes were strewn out on the floor, along with a towel that he’d been too lazy to pick up after his shower. A few glasses, and plates cluttered the counters.
Cas nodded. “Perhaps.”
“So.” Dean walked to his kitchen, and opened a cabinet, pulling out two glasses, and filling them with water. “What brings you to my neck of the galaxy?”
He offered the beverage to Cas, who took it with a grateful smile, and sipped at it.
Dean gulped his down, in one long chug, earning him a raised eyebrow from Castiel.
“Honestly,” Cas set his glass aside. “Nothing in particular.”
Dean blinked, and set his down as well. “Nothing,” he repeated, “You just decided to go for a stroll at three in the morning?” He chuckled. “Not that I’m not glad to see you, but you had to have some reason for making the trip.”
Cas sighed. “It will probably sound foolish to you, but things have been so hectic since we returned. I just wanted…” Cas rubbed at his face, then his eyes locked with Deans. “I wanted a moment alone to talk.”
Cas looked as if he wanted to crawl out of his own skin; Dean could feel turmoil swirling around him again.
Dean swallowed. This couldn’t be good. He’d been afraid this would happen. Cas had kissed him and now he was regretting it, and wanted to explain how he’d only done it because he’d been, “highly emotional” or some other bullshit.
Dean crossed his arms across his chest, and braced himself for the rationalizations. “About what?”
Cas’s was staring at his chest again, his lips parted, and his breathing deep. He licked his lips, and took a step closer, his blue eyes timid as he met Dean’s stare. “I’m not sure how to…” Cas sighed, and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. He suddenly looked up, his expression determined, and a little nervous, as he crossed the next few steps that had been separating them, and kissed Dean briefly on the lips, before pulling back and waiting.
Dean uncrossed his arms, as his heart jumped, and a familiar ache in his groin woke back up with a vengeance. It seemed he may have misinterpreted Cas’s words.
Cas’s eyes were insecure as he stared at him; as if he were afraid Dean wouldn’t want this, wouldn’t want him. Dean wondered how Cas could be so confident on the battlefield, and so insecure when it came to them.
It was time to wipe away any doubts.
Dean captured his mouth in a deep kiss, loving the way Cas melted against him as the tension drained from his body.
“Are you sure?” Dean breathed, resisting the urge to tear Cas’s clothes off, and kiss every inch of the warm body that was pressed up against him.
Cas swallowed, any insecurity had vanished, replaced with an open trust that left Dean feeling humbled. “Yes.”
That was all the restraint Dean had, as he locked his mouth over Cas’s, and ran his hands down the Jedi Masters back. He dug his fingers into Cas’s waist, loving the way the man shuddered against him.
Cas’s hands began to run over his chest, mapping out his flesh. Dean moaned at the contact. He could feel the heat building in his groin, as he pulled off Cas’s robes, and dropped them to floor. His fingers slid over Cas flat, stomach, as he gently ran his tongue over Cas’s lips.
Cas inhaled sharply, then moaned as Dean licked into his mouth. Cas caught on fast, sliding his tongue into Dean’s, earning himself a moan as well.
His fingers brushed against Dean’s ass, and Dean kissed a trail along Cas’s jaw bone, then down his neck. Dean sucked on the flesh near his collar bone, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to earn a groan from Cas.
His half-hard cock brushed against Cas’s thigh, and Dean shuddered. Dean made a little space between them as he sucked on Cas’s lip coaxing out another low moan.
He cupped Cas‘s hardening sex, and rubbed against it. Cas gasped into his mouth, and dug his fingers into his waist, nails scratching.
Dean didn’t mind.
He knew no one had touched Cas like this, and the thought had him so hard it almost sent him over the edge as Cas began panting into his mouth.
Cas was kissing him frantically now, their noses bumping, their teeth gnashing, harsh panting sounds echoed in Dean’s ears, as he kissed Cas’s throat. He made his way back to his swollen lips. Cas whimpered, his hips jerking wildly, his fingers clenching and unclenching on Dean’s waist.
Dean continued to rub against Cas’s sex, loving the desperate moans, and the way he’d started thrusting against Dean’s hand.
Cas was shaking now, his moans were almost constant, he was close.
Dean withdrew his hand, not wanting this to be over too soon, as he began gently guiding Cas back towards his bed. His hands cupped Cas’s very firm ass, pulling him more tightly against him.
As they moved, Dean could feel Cas’s cock grinding against his hip. Cas’s pace was erratic, inexperienced.
Dean adored it.
They collapsed onto the bed. Dean straddled the Jedi Master, slowly pulling his shirt off, kissing each piece of exposed skin as he did. He tossed it aside, taking a moment to admire the view. The long, lean muscle, the smooth skin, the way Cas’s chest rose and fell.
He was even hotter than Dean had imagined.
He kept waiting to wake up, afraid this might be a dream.
Cas was watching him, his eyes blown black, his breathing labored, his lips parted.
Dean slid off Cas, slowly, allowing their cocks to grind against each other briefly; they both moaned.
Dean stood at the foot of the bed, unlaced his drawstring, and removed his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he watched Cas’s face.
Cas stared right back, his eyes burning with a need that matched Dean’s throbbing cock.
He bent forward, and undid Cas’s pants; watching his face for any sign of regret, or hesitation. He saw none.
Cas lifted his hips and Dean pulled his lover’s pants down, and was pleased to see he wasn’t the only one that didn’t wear underwear. He dropped them to the side, and kissed the insides of Cas’s thighs, loving the shiver it elicited from Cas.
He climbed back into the bed, and kissed Cas hungrily, then moved down to his nipples, and sucked on them as they hardened under his touch.
Cas’s nimble fingers ran up the inside of his leg, brushing his cock.
Dean moaned, and squeezed Cas’s ass.
“Dean,” Cas whispered, his hands running up and down Dean’s spine. “I’ve never…”
Dean found Cas’s eyes, kissing his nose. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
Cas gave him that adorable shy smile again, and ran his hands through Dean’s hair.
Dean was shocked to hear himself whisper, “We don’t have to do this right now; we can wait.” He’d been trying to get Cas into his bed for over a year - now he was worried about moving too fast?
Sithspit. Cas really had gotten under his skin.
Cas kissed him gently, his expression a mixture of tenderness and desire. “I want this.”
Dean felt his lips stretch into a wide grin, and he kissed him back.
Dean wanted to keep things simple; this was all very new to Cas.
He reached into the draw on the night stand near his bed, and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Cas watched with intrigued, blue eyes as Dean lubed himself up. Cas’s intense orbs followed as he moved his hand to Cas’s member, teasing the tip of his penis. Cas’s eyes closed briefly, and he practically purred.
Dean smiled, as he set the bottle aside, and climbed on top of Cas, aligning their bodies so their cocks pressed against each other.
Cas gasped, and Dean groaned, staying still a moment, just savoring this moment, as he listened to Cas breathe. He kissed him tenderly, and Cas’s hands traveled slowly down his waist, squeezing off and on.
He began to move, rubbing against the other man, loving the feel of their cocks sliding together.
Cas thrust his hips upward, and Dean moaned, as he moved with him. The heat building to an inferno between them. Dean could hear himself panting, while Cas writhed beneath him. Cas’s expression was wrecked as he moaned and dug his fingers into Dean‘s hips, urging him to move faster.
Dean obliged, using his hands to brace himself, he thrust against Cas.
Cas had started whispering his name, his words coming out in harsh pants, as he threw his head back. His eyes were closed, his hands moving up and down Dean’s flesh erratically.
Dean’s rhythm faltered as he felt his climax approaching - he felt Cas’s name fall from his lips as the explosion of pleasure swept over him. He heard Cas cry out his name again, as they shuddered, and Dean felt Cas cum onto his stomach.
He released moments later, collapsing onto Cas‘s chest, breathing him in, as they both laid there, basking in the afterglow.
Dean felt Cas stroking his back; he lifted his head.
Cas touched his face, his fingers running over his forehead, his nose, his chin, as if he were trying to memorize him.
Dean kissed his fingers, then shifted a bit, draping his leg across Cas’s waist, and laying his head on the pillow.
He smiled at Cas.
The other man smiled back; his expression peaceful, content.
Dean could relate, he hadn’t felt this relaxed, and at peace in a long time.
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