SPN: Here With You
Title: Here With You
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: Start of a romance
Characters, Pairing(s): Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13 (WHAT? I wrote... huh.)
Word Count: 653
Kinks/Warnings: Um... references to D/s? That's about it.
Fill for this prompt from the spnkink_meme: Hi, um, could I just get some collaring!fic? Like, seriously I don't even need the porn, just a scene with Castiel getting collared by Dean. I'd seriously take anything at this point, though sub!Cas only please.
~*~
Castiel paused on the edge of the entrance. He knew that this would be difficult, that there were great risks. But it was for Dean, and anyway, Sam didn't deserve to spend eternity trapped with Michael and Lucifer. He took an unneeded breath and prepared to fly down to the cage.
Then his phone rang in his pocket. Castiel blinked, surprised, but fished it out. After all, Dean was the only one who had his number. Dean might need him.
“Cas? Can... can you swing by for a minute?”
“Of course,” Castiel answered. He didn't like the sound of Dean's voice, how it was almost desperate. Dean shouldn't sound like that, Dean should be in control. Dean should be giving orders.
Dean should be giving him orders.
As soon as he was given the location, Castiel flew to where Dean was. The man looked downright miserable, and nervous as well. He was sitting at the table in another crappy motel, and for once Castiel gave in to a long-time urge and knelt at Dean's side.
“You came,” Dean smiled, but it was a weak mimicry of his old one.
“You called,” Cas replied simply.
“Yeah, I did,” Dean looked down at his hands again. He was turning a small box over and over. Cas remained silent, waiting for Dean to get to the point.
After a few moments, Castiel realised how comfortable it felt to kneel here like this, and wondered if he should have indulged the urge earlier. He was an angel, he needed someone to worship even if God seemed to have abandoned them. Cas knew that, in his mind at least, he'd been worshipping Dean for a long time. He just didn't know how to start showing Dean what he felt.
“Got this for you,” Dean finally broke the silence. “Don't know if you want it, hell I don't know if I can be good enough... but I think we both need it. And I promised Sammy... I promised him I'd try.”
Castiel waited, and after a beat Dean opened the box and removed the contents. It was a collar, a brown leather that matched Dean's favourite jacket perfectly. Tilting his head, Cas saw that his name was tooled into the collar, and he took a brief glance into Dean's mind to see what significance this held.
The image he found was of himself splayed across a bed wearing nothing but the collar while Dean made love to him, Cas calling Dean his master. There were other images that he now recognised as part of a Dominant/submissive relationship, and he realised that Dean was offering him that. Dean was offering to step up and take control, give Cas the orders and directions he was used to receiving from Heaven.
Something inside of Cas felt lighter, and he smiled a little as he bent his head back, offering up his throat.
He heard Dean's sudden intake of breath, and the soft brush of skin as Dean reached out to stroke along his neck.
“You... you mean it Cas? You understand what I'm asking for?”
“I understand,” Castiel whispered. “I give myself to you with no regrets.”
“Even though you could go back to Heaven?”
“Yes. I would rather be here with you.”
Dean's face came into his vision then, and there was such relief that Castiel felt almost overwhelmed.
“Thanks Cas,” Dean smiled properly as he slid the collar, warmed from his hands, around Castiel's neck and fastened it. He lowered his head and kissed Cas for the first time then, and Castiel gladly kissed back.
This was what they both needed and wanted. Castiel would never again leave Dean's side unless he was ordered away.
From the way Dean's hand gripped his shoulder, Cas had the feeling that he would be staying for many years to come.
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: Start of a romance
Characters, Pairing(s): Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13 (WHAT? I wrote... huh.)
Word Count: 653
Kinks/Warnings: Um... references to D/s? That's about it.
Fill for this prompt from the spnkink_meme: Hi, um, could I just get some collaring!fic? Like, seriously I don't even need the porn, just a scene with Castiel getting collared by Dean. I'd seriously take anything at this point, though sub!Cas only please.
~*~
Castiel paused on the edge of the entrance. He knew that this would be difficult, that there were great risks. But it was for Dean, and anyway, Sam didn't deserve to spend eternity trapped with Michael and Lucifer. He took an unneeded breath and prepared to fly down to the cage.
Then his phone rang in his pocket. Castiel blinked, surprised, but fished it out. After all, Dean was the only one who had his number. Dean might need him.
“Cas? Can... can you swing by for a minute?”
“Of course,” Castiel answered. He didn't like the sound of Dean's voice, how it was almost desperate. Dean shouldn't sound like that, Dean should be in control. Dean should be giving orders.
Dean should be giving him orders.
As soon as he was given the location, Castiel flew to where Dean was. The man looked downright miserable, and nervous as well. He was sitting at the table in another crappy motel, and for once Castiel gave in to a long-time urge and knelt at Dean's side.
“You came,” Dean smiled, but it was a weak mimicry of his old one.
“You called,” Cas replied simply.
“Yeah, I did,” Dean looked down at his hands again. He was turning a small box over and over. Cas remained silent, waiting for Dean to get to the point.
After a few moments, Castiel realised how comfortable it felt to kneel here like this, and wondered if he should have indulged the urge earlier. He was an angel, he needed someone to worship even if God seemed to have abandoned them. Cas knew that, in his mind at least, he'd been worshipping Dean for a long time. He just didn't know how to start showing Dean what he felt.
“Got this for you,” Dean finally broke the silence. “Don't know if you want it, hell I don't know if I can be good enough... but I think we both need it. And I promised Sammy... I promised him I'd try.”
Castiel waited, and after a beat Dean opened the box and removed the contents. It was a collar, a brown leather that matched Dean's favourite jacket perfectly. Tilting his head, Cas saw that his name was tooled into the collar, and he took a brief glance into Dean's mind to see what significance this held.
The image he found was of himself splayed across a bed wearing nothing but the collar while Dean made love to him, Cas calling Dean his master. There were other images that he now recognised as part of a Dominant/submissive relationship, and he realised that Dean was offering him that. Dean was offering to step up and take control, give Cas the orders and directions he was used to receiving from Heaven.
Something inside of Cas felt lighter, and he smiled a little as he bent his head back, offering up his throat.
He heard Dean's sudden intake of breath, and the soft brush of skin as Dean reached out to stroke along his neck.
“You... you mean it Cas? You understand what I'm asking for?”
“I understand,” Castiel whispered. “I give myself to you with no regrets.”
“Even though you could go back to Heaven?”
“Yes. I would rather be here with you.”
Dean's face came into his vision then, and there was such relief that Castiel felt almost overwhelmed.
“Thanks Cas,” Dean smiled properly as he slid the collar, warmed from his hands, around Castiel's neck and fastened it. He lowered his head and kissed Cas for the first time then, and Castiel gladly kissed back.
This was what they both needed and wanted. Castiel would never again leave Dean's side unless he was ordered away.
From the way Dean's hand gripped his shoulder, Cas had the feeling that he would be staying for many years to come.