Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: Downtime
Title: Downtime
Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language, sex
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics.
Summary: After returning from their mission, Cas keeps his promise to Dean.
Word Count: 2,125
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Cas could hear the shower running - he was staring up at the ceiling, still exhausted, but unable to sleep. He had managed to sleep for several hours on the flight back to Devon Four. They’d arrived several hours ago. He had showered already, and was waiting for Dean to emerge.
He knew he had to talk to Dean about Sam - he just didn’t know how to bring it up. He made himself a promise that tomorrow, after a good’s nights sleep he would find a way to tell Dean.
Sam was doing well, he was still weak, and he was out cold, but he should be back on his feet in a few days. Until then, they were going to all recover, regroup, and figure out where to go from here.
They had made a dent in Roman’s plans, but Cas had a terrible feeling it wasn’t enough. There was a prickle along his spine that told him another shoe was about to drop.
He sighed, and rubbed his temples. He had a slight headache.
He buried himself under the covers, pulling the blanket over his head, and curled up on his side. He needed a break from trying to save the galaxy, he pushed all thoughts of doom, and destruction from his mind, and focused on the running water.
He thought about Dean, naked, covered in soap, water streaking down his chest. He licked his lips as he imagined the water following the curve of his back, down to his firm ass.
Cas felt his cock begin to twitch.
He remembered telling Dean about his desire to be inside of him.
He swallowed, his breathing slowing as he became more aroused.
The water shut off.
Cas sighed. Dean was tired, by the force, so was he.
Cas forced himself to stay under the covers as he heard Dean emerge.
He ignored the little insecure voice that still came out to play every now and then. Right now it was whispering that Dean might have changed his mind. That he might not want Cas inside of him.
Cas hated that his recently discovered boldness seemed to have skittered away with this energy. He’d thought he was past this - it seemed this would be a constant battle.
He felt the bed shift, and sink as Dean sat down.
“You sleeping babe?” The words were spoken softly.
Cas pulled the covers from his head, and tucked them under his chin. “No.”
Dean smiled, a drop of water fell from his hair, and trickled down his cheek.
Cas reached up reflexively and swiped it away.
Dean caught his hand, and kissed the inside of his wrist on his pulse point. “You feeling okay?”
Cas nodded once. “Just trying not to think.”
Dean’s green eyes flooded with understanding. “I hear that.”
Cas smiled, his eyes drifting to Dean’s bare chest, and then lower. Dean was completely naked. His eyes shot back to Dean’s, and he saw a hunger there.
Dean’s lips twitched, and he pulled the covers slowly, and gently from Cas, exposing his body to just below his hips.
Castiel almost blushed at the intensity of Dean’s stare as his gaze ran up and down his also naked form.
“You know, I seem to remember you telling me you had some plans for us once we got back to Bobby‘s.” Dean murmured as he laid down next to Cas, his fingertips ghosting over Cas’s flesh.
Cas shivered. “Yes. I did,” he whispered, his blue eyes locked with Deans. His heart jumped, and his headache melted into the background, along with any other thought that wasn’t about Dean touching him.
Dean pulled the covers the rest of the way down, and Cas scooted closer, aligning their bodies. His slid his leg between Deans until, his thigh pressed against the other man’s balls.
He noticed a bead of moisture on Dean’s neck, and he licked it off, his hand tentatively running over Dean’s ass, brushing his entrance, gauging his reaction.
Dean’s eyes closed, and he moaned.
Dean kissed him, his hands running up and down Cas’s back. They laid there, kissing gently, moaning softly into each others lips.
Cas’s own cock was already hard; he kept thinking about how Dean would feel around him.
“Dean,” he murmured, as he brought his leg up more, and began rubbing his thigh against Dean’s cock. “Are you sure you want this?” He hated how timid his voice was.
Dean’s eyes were gentle, he smiled, then rolled over and grabbed the lube placing the tube in Cas’s hands. “I’m sure.”
Cas smiled, and his cock throbbed, as he applied the lube to himself, and his fingers.
Dean laid back, spreading his legs; Cas slid in between them.
Dean was watching him with a mixture of tenderness and something else Cas couldn‘t place. “You’ll need to go slow,” he almost whispered, “You’re my first,” he admitted, his gaze glancing away momentarily.
Cas sat there a moment, surprised, and felt his eyes burn as Dean met his gaze again.
He knew Dean didn’t like Sap, so Cas didn’t tell him how special this made him feel, or how much it meant to him that Dean trusted him with something he’d never given to anyone else - he only nodded.
He did lean over Dean, and kiss him deeply, trying to communicate everything through the gesture. Dean nuzzled him as they broke apart, both breathing hard.
Cas leaned back, his eyes never leaving Dean’s as he returned to his position between Dean’s legs.
He wasn’t nervous - which surprised him. He had never done this, but Dean had taught him most of what he needed to know by showing.
Dean had been so gentle and tender with him, during his first time. Working him open, and entering him slowly, and carefully. He would do the same, he only wanted Dean to feel the same pleasure he’d given him.
Cas stroked Dean’s entrance, lubing the area.
Dean shuddered, and licked his lips.
Cas smiled, and worked the tip of his finger inside the other man. Dean was tight; he went slowly feeling him part for him as he slid in deeper.
Dean breathed, and Cas felt his muscles relax around his finger.
“You okay?” Cas breathed.
Dean’s pupil’s were blown back. “I’m good, Cas.”
Cas nodded, and crooked his finger searching for the spot Dean was so good at finding. It took him a few minutes, he kissed Dean’s thighs as he gently probed, exploring Dean.
Dean didn’t seem to mind.
Cas knew when he’d found the prostate. Dean shook, and his toes curled, and he almost whimpered.
Cas smiled, and inserted a second finger.
Dean was panting, his hands digging into the bedding.
Cas worked him open, sliding his fingers in and out, pushing deeper.
He found the prostate more easily this time, and he stroked it several times watching Dean’s eyes widen, and his chest rise and fall. Dean was moaning, and he surprised Cas by thrusting down onto his fingers.
“More,” he growled. Cas obliged, pushing his fingers in as far as he could, and teasing the bundle of nerves inside his lover.
“Fuck, force,” he babbled. “Cas, more.”
Cas’s dick was throbbing; Dean was glorious like this. So open, and trusting - and he knew this was only for him. He loved that he could give Dean pleasure in a way that no one else had .
Cas pulled his fingers out gently.
Dean scooted back a bit, and put his legs up on Cas’s shoulders. “Fuck me now,” he part pleaded, part demanded, his eyes wild.
Cas groaned, savoring the feeling of seeing Dean so…wrecked. It was intoxicating to realize that someone wanted you this much.
Cas pressed his cock to Dean’s entrance, but hesitated, rubbing his tip against Dean, just staring down at his lover.
Dean glared at him; Cas just smiled back.
“Fucking tease,” Dean hissed affectionately.
Cas laughed. “I learned from the best,” he breathed, then began to slide slowly, and gently inside of Dean.
Dean threw his head back, breathing deeply, he saw flickers of discomfort pass over his face. Cas paused, rubbing Dean’s thighs soothingly, just as Dean had done for him.
“I’m okay,” Dean said, his voice hoarse and needy.
Cas shuddered, drawing on his calming techniques as the heat, tightness, and bliss that was Dean enveloped his sex. He refused to spill inside of his lover so soon.
He almost smiled as he realized this was probably the last thing the Jedi Order had intended meditation to be used for - if they only knew.
He pressed in deeper, groaning.
This was a new sensation for him as well - and he basked in it.
Dean was panting, his hands clenched into fists. “More baby,” he murmured, sweat on his upper lip, his skin was flushed, making his freckles stand out more.
Cas nodded, and felt himself pushing deeper, his cock was screaming. Cas felt himself bottom out inside of Dean, his balls flush with the other man’s skin.
He shuddered, watching Dean’s face, seeing the need there.
He stayed still, wanting Dean’s body to adjust to him. He ran his hands over Dean’s warm, smooth skin, and savored this - Dean’s hips shifted slightly, and Cas moaned.
“Okay?” Cas managed.
Dean nodded, his expression all the encouragement Cas needed.
He moved his hips slowly, a gentle, languid pace, even that had sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.
Dean’s head was thrown back, his tongue ran over his bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture in their wake. Cas shuddered, and found himself thrusting harder.
Dean moaned encouragingly, his legs bore down on Cas shoulders, and Cas watched as his cock leaked onto his stomach.
He was so beautiful.
Cas shifted a bit, searching for the right angle.
Dean helped him, lifting his hips as Cas shifted, and Dean cried out, his entire body quivered, his muscles bunched. Cas knew they weren’t alone in this house, but he was too consumed with pleasure to care if anyone heard. Dean didn’t seem to be too concerned either.
His moans got louder as Cas thrust into him over and over, hitting his prostate, watching Dean come undone underneath him.
He kept babbling, and his moans got louder. Cas was panting, and moaning right along with him as he fought to hold off his own orgasm that was so close to erupting.
His body was on fire, Dean was everywhere, his smell, his warmth, his body. Cas loved filling Dean, he loved the way his balls kept slapping into Dean’s ass, he loved the way Dean said his name, his voice strangled with wave after wave of pleasure.
Dean’s hips bucked upward with each thrust, allowing Cas deeper penetration. Cas closed his eyes, knowing if he kept staring at Dean like this, he would cum.
Dean shook, gasped, and made a sound of pure need, before his body spasmed. Cas opened his eyes in time to see white, cum spurt outward, painting both of their bodies.
Cas saw white as his orgasm exploded out of him. It came in waves, and he shuddered as he rode it out, shaking and panting.
He sat there a few moments, listening to Dean breath, not wanting to move.
Cas slowly pulled out of Dean, and laid down next to him.
Dean was watching him, his gaze hooded, relaxed, and full of love.
Cas kissed him, carding his hands through his hair. Dean purred into his mouth.
Cas smiled against his lips, then slid out of bed, and got a towel.
He crawled back in bed, and returned the gesture Dean had shown him, lovingly cleaning Dean’s body, taking time to kiss him during, and after.
He tossed the towel aside, Dean opened his arms, and Cas buried himself in his embrace, studying Dean’s expression, wishing he could know his thoughts.
Dean ran his nose over Cas’s forehead, then stroked his cheeks. “That was amazing, baby,” he breathed.
Cas smiled, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.
Dean laughed. “Now you blush.”
Cas chuckled, and nuzzled into his lover. “It was for me as well,” he whispered, feeling his eyelids start to droop. He yawned, and inhaled Dean’s comforting scent.
Dean pulled him closer, and his lips brushing against his forehead.
He could feel Dean starting to drift away as well.
Cas felt relaxed, and loved - he knew tomorrow he and Dean needed to talk, but he no longer feared the discussion. They would get through it - and he would support Dean in however he decided to handle the information.
But that was tomorrow - for now he just savored the feel of Dean surrounding him.
A/N: I know this took forever. I feel terrible about the long waits on this fic, but things have been rough. My grandma died on my mom's side, and right after that a co-worker passed away that i've know for over a year. She was a such a sweet lady, and i'm getting ready to start my externship for my career, so i've been interviewing for that. I really am sorry, but life gets in the way of fandom life at times. Love you guys.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always loved and adored :) and somedays they keep me sane :)
Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language, sex
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics.
Summary: After returning from their mission, Cas keeps his promise to Dean.
Word Count: 2,125
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Cas could hear the shower running - he was staring up at the ceiling, still exhausted, but unable to sleep. He had managed to sleep for several hours on the flight back to Devon Four. They’d arrived several hours ago. He had showered already, and was waiting for Dean to emerge.
He knew he had to talk to Dean about Sam - he just didn’t know how to bring it up. He made himself a promise that tomorrow, after a good’s nights sleep he would find a way to tell Dean.
Sam was doing well, he was still weak, and he was out cold, but he should be back on his feet in a few days. Until then, they were going to all recover, regroup, and figure out where to go from here.
They had made a dent in Roman’s plans, but Cas had a terrible feeling it wasn’t enough. There was a prickle along his spine that told him another shoe was about to drop.
He sighed, and rubbed his temples. He had a slight headache.
He buried himself under the covers, pulling the blanket over his head, and curled up on his side. He needed a break from trying to save the galaxy, he pushed all thoughts of doom, and destruction from his mind, and focused on the running water.
He thought about Dean, naked, covered in soap, water streaking down his chest. He licked his lips as he imagined the water following the curve of his back, down to his firm ass.
Cas felt his cock begin to twitch.
He remembered telling Dean about his desire to be inside of him.
He swallowed, his breathing slowing as he became more aroused.
The water shut off.
Cas sighed. Dean was tired, by the force, so was he.
Cas forced himself to stay under the covers as he heard Dean emerge.
He ignored the little insecure voice that still came out to play every now and then. Right now it was whispering that Dean might have changed his mind. That he might not want Cas inside of him.
Cas hated that his recently discovered boldness seemed to have skittered away with this energy. He’d thought he was past this - it seemed this would be a constant battle.
He felt the bed shift, and sink as Dean sat down.
“You sleeping babe?” The words were spoken softly.
Cas pulled the covers from his head, and tucked them under his chin. “No.”
Dean smiled, a drop of water fell from his hair, and trickled down his cheek.
Cas reached up reflexively and swiped it away.
Dean caught his hand, and kissed the inside of his wrist on his pulse point. “You feeling okay?”
Cas nodded once. “Just trying not to think.”
Dean’s green eyes flooded with understanding. “I hear that.”
Cas smiled, his eyes drifting to Dean’s bare chest, and then lower. Dean was completely naked. His eyes shot back to Dean’s, and he saw a hunger there.
Dean’s lips twitched, and he pulled the covers slowly, and gently from Cas, exposing his body to just below his hips.
Castiel almost blushed at the intensity of Dean’s stare as his gaze ran up and down his also naked form.
“You know, I seem to remember you telling me you had some plans for us once we got back to Bobby‘s.” Dean murmured as he laid down next to Cas, his fingertips ghosting over Cas’s flesh.
Cas shivered. “Yes. I did,” he whispered, his blue eyes locked with Deans. His heart jumped, and his headache melted into the background, along with any other thought that wasn’t about Dean touching him.
Dean pulled the covers the rest of the way down, and Cas scooted closer, aligning their bodies. His slid his leg between Deans until, his thigh pressed against the other man’s balls.
He noticed a bead of moisture on Dean’s neck, and he licked it off, his hand tentatively running over Dean’s ass, brushing his entrance, gauging his reaction.
Dean’s eyes closed, and he moaned.
Dean kissed him, his hands running up and down Cas’s back. They laid there, kissing gently, moaning softly into each others lips.
Cas’s own cock was already hard; he kept thinking about how Dean would feel around him.
“Dean,” he murmured, as he brought his leg up more, and began rubbing his thigh against Dean’s cock. “Are you sure you want this?” He hated how timid his voice was.
Dean’s eyes were gentle, he smiled, then rolled over and grabbed the lube placing the tube in Cas’s hands. “I’m sure.”
Cas smiled, and his cock throbbed, as he applied the lube to himself, and his fingers.
Dean laid back, spreading his legs; Cas slid in between them.
Dean was watching him with a mixture of tenderness and something else Cas couldn‘t place. “You’ll need to go slow,” he almost whispered, “You’re my first,” he admitted, his gaze glancing away momentarily.
Cas sat there a moment, surprised, and felt his eyes burn as Dean met his gaze again.
He knew Dean didn’t like Sap, so Cas didn’t tell him how special this made him feel, or how much it meant to him that Dean trusted him with something he’d never given to anyone else - he only nodded.
He did lean over Dean, and kiss him deeply, trying to communicate everything through the gesture. Dean nuzzled him as they broke apart, both breathing hard.
Cas leaned back, his eyes never leaving Dean’s as he returned to his position between Dean’s legs.
He wasn’t nervous - which surprised him. He had never done this, but Dean had taught him most of what he needed to know by showing.
Dean had been so gentle and tender with him, during his first time. Working him open, and entering him slowly, and carefully. He would do the same, he only wanted Dean to feel the same pleasure he’d given him.
Cas stroked Dean’s entrance, lubing the area.
Dean shuddered, and licked his lips.
Cas smiled, and worked the tip of his finger inside the other man. Dean was tight; he went slowly feeling him part for him as he slid in deeper.
Dean breathed, and Cas felt his muscles relax around his finger.
“You okay?” Cas breathed.
Dean’s pupil’s were blown back. “I’m good, Cas.”
Cas nodded, and crooked his finger searching for the spot Dean was so good at finding. It took him a few minutes, he kissed Dean’s thighs as he gently probed, exploring Dean.
Dean didn’t seem to mind.
Cas knew when he’d found the prostate. Dean shook, and his toes curled, and he almost whimpered.
Cas smiled, and inserted a second finger.
Dean was panting, his hands digging into the bedding.
Cas worked him open, sliding his fingers in and out, pushing deeper.
He found the prostate more easily this time, and he stroked it several times watching Dean’s eyes widen, and his chest rise and fall. Dean was moaning, and he surprised Cas by thrusting down onto his fingers.
“More,” he growled. Cas obliged, pushing his fingers in as far as he could, and teasing the bundle of nerves inside his lover.
“Fuck, force,” he babbled. “Cas, more.”
Cas’s dick was throbbing; Dean was glorious like this. So open, and trusting - and he knew this was only for him. He loved that he could give Dean pleasure in a way that no one else had .
Cas pulled his fingers out gently.
Dean scooted back a bit, and put his legs up on Cas’s shoulders. “Fuck me now,” he part pleaded, part demanded, his eyes wild.
Cas groaned, savoring the feeling of seeing Dean so…wrecked. It was intoxicating to realize that someone wanted you this much.
Cas pressed his cock to Dean’s entrance, but hesitated, rubbing his tip against Dean, just staring down at his lover.
Dean glared at him; Cas just smiled back.
“Fucking tease,” Dean hissed affectionately.
Cas laughed. “I learned from the best,” he breathed, then began to slide slowly, and gently inside of Dean.
Dean threw his head back, breathing deeply, he saw flickers of discomfort pass over his face. Cas paused, rubbing Dean’s thighs soothingly, just as Dean had done for him.
“I’m okay,” Dean said, his voice hoarse and needy.
Cas shuddered, drawing on his calming techniques as the heat, tightness, and bliss that was Dean enveloped his sex. He refused to spill inside of his lover so soon.
He almost smiled as he realized this was probably the last thing the Jedi Order had intended meditation to be used for - if they only knew.
He pressed in deeper, groaning.
This was a new sensation for him as well - and he basked in it.
Dean was panting, his hands clenched into fists. “More baby,” he murmured, sweat on his upper lip, his skin was flushed, making his freckles stand out more.
Cas nodded, and felt himself pushing deeper, his cock was screaming. Cas felt himself bottom out inside of Dean, his balls flush with the other man’s skin.
He shuddered, watching Dean’s face, seeing the need there.
He stayed still, wanting Dean’s body to adjust to him. He ran his hands over Dean’s warm, smooth skin, and savored this - Dean’s hips shifted slightly, and Cas moaned.
“Okay?” Cas managed.
Dean nodded, his expression all the encouragement Cas needed.
He moved his hips slowly, a gentle, languid pace, even that had sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.
Dean’s head was thrown back, his tongue ran over his bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture in their wake. Cas shuddered, and found himself thrusting harder.
Dean moaned encouragingly, his legs bore down on Cas shoulders, and Cas watched as his cock leaked onto his stomach.
He was so beautiful.
Cas shifted a bit, searching for the right angle.
Dean helped him, lifting his hips as Cas shifted, and Dean cried out, his entire body quivered, his muscles bunched. Cas knew they weren’t alone in this house, but he was too consumed with pleasure to care if anyone heard. Dean didn’t seem to be too concerned either.
His moans got louder as Cas thrust into him over and over, hitting his prostate, watching Dean come undone underneath him.
He kept babbling, and his moans got louder. Cas was panting, and moaning right along with him as he fought to hold off his own orgasm that was so close to erupting.
His body was on fire, Dean was everywhere, his smell, his warmth, his body. Cas loved filling Dean, he loved the way his balls kept slapping into Dean’s ass, he loved the way Dean said his name, his voice strangled with wave after wave of pleasure.
Dean’s hips bucked upward with each thrust, allowing Cas deeper penetration. Cas closed his eyes, knowing if he kept staring at Dean like this, he would cum.
Dean shook, gasped, and made a sound of pure need, before his body spasmed. Cas opened his eyes in time to see white, cum spurt outward, painting both of their bodies.
Cas saw white as his orgasm exploded out of him. It came in waves, and he shuddered as he rode it out, shaking and panting.
He sat there a few moments, listening to Dean breath, not wanting to move.
Cas slowly pulled out of Dean, and laid down next to him.
Dean was watching him, his gaze hooded, relaxed, and full of love.
Cas kissed him, carding his hands through his hair. Dean purred into his mouth.
Cas smiled against his lips, then slid out of bed, and got a towel.
He crawled back in bed, and returned the gesture Dean had shown him, lovingly cleaning Dean’s body, taking time to kiss him during, and after.
He tossed the towel aside, Dean opened his arms, and Cas buried himself in his embrace, studying Dean’s expression, wishing he could know his thoughts.
Dean ran his nose over Cas’s forehead, then stroked his cheeks. “That was amazing, baby,” he breathed.
Cas smiled, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.
Dean laughed. “Now you blush.”
Cas chuckled, and nuzzled into his lover. “It was for me as well,” he whispered, feeling his eyelids start to droop. He yawned, and inhaled Dean’s comforting scent.
Dean pulled him closer, and his lips brushing against his forehead.
He could feel Dean starting to drift away as well.
Cas felt relaxed, and loved - he knew tomorrow he and Dean needed to talk, but he no longer feared the discussion. They would get through it - and he would support Dean in however he decided to handle the information.
But that was tomorrow - for now he just savored the feel of Dean surrounding him.
A/N: I know this took forever. I feel terrible about the long waits on this fic, but things have been rough. My grandma died on my mom's side, and right after that a co-worker passed away that i've know for over a year. She was a such a sweet lady, and i'm getting ready to start my externship for my career, so i've been interviewing for that. I really am sorry, but life gets in the way of fandom life at times. Love you guys.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always loved and adored :) and somedays they keep me sane :)