Big Bang 2013: Leaving Footprints behind Chapter 3
Castiel appeared in the motel room where the two brothers were currently staying while they were working a job. He had been looking for them, and finally found them through Dean’s dreams. He cloaked himself so in the event that they woke he wouldn’t be visible to them because he wanted to observe them without the knowledge that they were being watched, to see them behave naturally. He knew that he was going to follow them around for a while, just a few days to make sure that they were going to be okay.
Over the years, he has watched as these two men, Dean more than Sam fought the growing feelings between them. He knew from his dreams that were becoming more and more frequent, what Dean wanted with Sam. Now that everyone that they knew and loved was gone, he wanted the roots that Sam had whined about incessantly over the years. He wanted children and monotony of civilian life, but he wanted that with Sam and both men knew that they could never have that, well not all of it.
Looking down at the two men sleeping together Castiel marveled how Dean showed Sam love in his sleep in a way that he could never show him when they were awake. Cas also knew that no matter how much he loved Sam, Dean would always feel guilt for loving his brother in this manner. He had given his entire life, family and friends saving a world that didn’t know how close it had come to ending and he also carried the burden of the loss of the ones he couldn’t save, even if it wasn’t his fault.
Sam would be waking soon, and both men would be tired and sore, so Cas gave them each a healing touch meant to help the recovery along, but not wholly restore them. He didn’t completely heal them, because he didn’t want them to know, or at the very least suspect that he’d been there, but they would move just a little easier tomorrow morning. After the healing touch, he made to leave, but then he touched Sam once more to let him sleep a little longer in the morning. After the life Sam’s had, he deserved it.
When he woke the next morning Dean could tell by the way the sun was peeping through the space where the curtains didn’t quite meet that it was late. He rolled onto his back to look at Sam and was honestly surprised that he was still there, because most days he was usually up before the sun.
He looked at the sleeping man and it still amazed him that he got to have this with him, this love that he sometimes, well most of the time he was too scared to admit aloud. He didn’t admit it because he’s expecting it to be taken away from him at any minute and if he was the only one to know how he feels, then he will be the only one hurt when it was taken away from him.
Still amused at the fact that Sam was still sleeping so heavily, he eased out of the bed in an attempt to both be careful not to wake his sleeping brother and to be mindful of the aches and pains from being thrown around yesterday, but to his surprise he wasn’t that sore. He walked to the bathroom to look at his body, he didn’t see the perfection that was Dean Winchester, the washboard abs or the sculpted arms, all he saw was the yellow and purple bruising all over his body where Pissy Prissy had thrown him around, and the handprints around his neck where she’d choked him.
Amazed at the ease of which he could move this morning, Dean took a piss and went back to join Sam in the warm bed, but as soon as he lay down, Sam woke up.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, Sam,” Dean apologized because if Sam slept this late it meant that the younger man must be tired.
Yawning, Sam said, “’S okay Dean, I can’t remember the last time I slept this late. It feels as though it’s past time to wake up.”
Dean propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at Sam and couldn’t resist kissing him. He wasn’t sure if it was the wrongness of him being intimate with his brother, or the fact that he could love someone as much as he loved Sam, but each time they kissed it felt new and exciting to Dean.
Dean was so lost in his musings that he actually yelped in surprise when Sam flipped him on his back, crawled between his legs and took over the kiss. He smiled to himself because he doesn’t even remember climbing on top of Sam.
“Dean,” Sam moaned as his mouth left his brothers to find that sensitive spot behind Dean’s ear.
Lost in the sensations that Sam caused as he continued to work that spot, Dean could only grunt a response to Sam who was marking that spot. Dean knew that he should be pissed because there was no way that he could cover the spot, even in his Fed suit because it was too high up on his neck. He should be pissed, but right now he was much too turned on to care.
“Wanna fuck you again Dean, can I?” Sam half begged and half moaned into his brother’s ear.
Dean felt his dick grow impossibly harder at the request, as he remembered how good it felt when Sam had pounded into his ass the day before. He recalled the pleasure of having his ass full of Sam’s large dick as it split him open and hitting his prostate repeatedly, and yeah he wanted that again, so he just spread his legs open wider in answer.
“You liked it didn’t you Dean?” Sam grinned down at his brother as he ground down rubbing both of their cocks together, causing Dean to moan.
“You liked my cock filling you up, splitting you open,” Sam taunted his brother. “You liked my come dripping out of you, the sweet ache my cock caused that you still felt as you talked to Monica.”
“Yes, oh god yes,” Dean choked out, “Please Sam…I need,” Dean’s begging was cut off as Sam ground down again sending waves of pleasure through Dean’s body.
Dean reached down to still Sam’s hips because if Sam kept up with that delicious friction, he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last, and he wanted Sam’s mouth or hands on him before he blew his load.
Sam seemed to get the message and crawled down Dean’s body until his face was at Dean’s beautiful cock. As he blew his warm breath on it, it twitched and spurt precome as though it was telling Sam what it wanted.
Taking Dean’s cock in his hand, Sam took his thumb, rubbed it over the large mushroom head, and collected the liquid that was leaking out and bought it to his mouth and tasted Dean. The motion caused them both to moan, but when Sam replaced his thumb with his mouth, the only moaning that could be heard was from Dean.
Torture. That’s what Sam was doing to him as he slowly drug his mouth up and down the length of Dean’s cock, but when he reached one of his hands up to play with Dean’s nipple, he no longer cared. His brother had turned his body into one large erogenous zone, where every touch caused the fire that licked through his veins to burn hotter before it made Dean throw his head back mewling his pleasure as he came down Sam’s throat.
His sensitive cock slipped from his brother’s mouth as Dean fought his way back from the haze of pleasure, but Sam was not going to let him recover before he began his assault again. Lifting Dean’s legs and placing them over his shoulders, Sam placed a few kitten licks on Dean’s cock, before he kissed and licked his way past Dean’s balls until his mouth found what it was seeking, that tightly furled pink muscle that was still twitching from Dean’s orgasm.
He found that there really was no rest for the wicked as Sam’s tongue circled his hole before plunging in causing him to cry out in pleasure so loudly that he knew that if someone was in the rooms on either side of them, they could hear him. Later he would probably be embarrassed that Sam could pull these noises from him, but right now he couldn’t make himself care.
As that wicked tongue worked its magic on him, Dean felt his cock begin to twitch and stir as it began to harden again.
“So good Sam,” he sobbed as he began to move his hips to meet his brother’s mouth, “so fucking good, but I need you in me.”
He felt Sam smile against his ass before saying, “gotta make sure you’re ready for me, besides you taste so good Dean.”
“Please Sammy, taste all you want later, but right now I need you in me.”
Moving from the bed, Sam went to his duffle to get the bottle of lube he had there, but Dean was so caught up in the pleasure that he was confused and all he knew was that Sam was leaving him and he cried out at the loss.
“Hold on Dean, not going anywhere,” he promised, “I just need to get the lube.”
Dean was sure that the sight of Sam coating his large fingers was not supposed to be as erotic as it was, but his dick thought differently as it jerked at the sight. By the time he placed the third one inside him, Dean had to reach down and circle his fingers around the base just to keep from coming.
Pushing himself up on shaky elbows, Dean watched as much as he could as Sam slowly slid his cock inside him, but once the head breached him rim the burn that quickly turned into pleasure had him closing his eyes and falling flat on his back fighting to breathe.
“So goddamned good Dean, feeling you like this,” Sam murmured once he was buried balls deep in his older brother.
“Oh god Sam, move,” Dean encouraged him, “please, Jesus fucking Christ please move.”
That was all Sam needed, because for all the teasing he did earlier, he began to thrust his hips like a piston in and out in and out and they both relished the drag of Sam’s cock in Dean’s tight channel.
Sam grabbed Dean’s hands and held them above his head as he leaned in and plundered the plush lips that were slightly opened as Dean whined at the sensations that were surging through his body. He wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips and just rode it out until he came so hard that Dean passed out for a few minutes and missed when Sam came and coated his insides with his seed.
“Welcome back,” Sam teased when Dean opened his eyes five minutes later, but Dean felt so good, that he didn’t even bother to try and pretend that that wasn’t the best sex he’d ever had in his life, so instead he just reached up and kissed Sam.
An hour later found them at a local diner enjoying a late breakfast or an early lunch, brunch. Dean found himself staring at Sam as they ate, not even caring that he looked goofy and lovesick. Carefully, after checking to make sure no one was watching, he leaned across the table and kissed Sam.
“Dean?” Sam said as he questioned the public display of affection that was so unlike his brother, but smiled as Dean blushed and ducked his head in embarrassment.
After that, brunch was filled with so many coy smiles and lingering touches that the food was cold before they were even half way through it. Dean was not sure what, but something happened this morning when he and Sam fucked…no made love. What happened between them this morning was definitely loving and he couldn’t, wouldn’t hide the way it made him feel. It was like for the first time since their mom burned on that ceiling that he felt like he was living and not merely surviving, and he liked it.
They lingered over their food as long as possible and even found another case to work in Louisiana when the walkthrough of Monica’s house was completed. Once they finished their meal, Dean called Monica and told her to meet them at her house.
On the drive to Monica’s, Dean was glad that they didn’t have to wear the Fed suits because the way Sam was running his hand along Dean’s inseam caused his dick to harden and made his jeans tight and there was no way that suit would have hidden his hard on.
Monica was waiting for them on the sidewalk in front of her house because she was too terrified to wait even in the yard in the event that the ghost had not been banished.
“Sam, Dean,” she greeted as they got out of the Impala and walked towards her.
“Monica,” Sam greeted with a nod of his head.
Dean responded only with a nod because he was too busy worrying whether or not his layered clothing was hiding his hard on as well as he thought that it would, and besides it was very uncomfortable to walk with it, but fucking Sam didn’t seem to have the same problem.
“We burned the bones and it should be safe to go back into your home, but let us go in first just to be sure,” Dean advised once he was able to get his head back into the game.
Monica gave them the key and they carefully entered the house and made their way up to the room that Priscilla had favored. They were sure that they’d destroyed her, but sometimes the unexpected happened, like a second body in a grave.
Dean placed his hand on the door, turned the knob and entered the room with Sam following closely behind him. Once inside they noticed the damage from yesterday where they’d been thrown around the room, but that was it. This time the only coldness they felt in the room was really from the open window, which Sam quickly closed.
Satisfied that Priscilla was gone, they headed back downstairs and advised Monica that it was safe for her to return home.
“Thanks guys,” she gushed her appreciation “look Dean I know that you’re not fond of witches, but that’s who and what I am, so I’d like to give you a parting gift in appreciation of your ridding my home of the ghost.”
“When you say parting gift, you actually mean some kind of witch hoodoo thing, right?” Dean barked at her not bothering to hide his dislike of what she was asking.
“Well, yes,” she confirmed, “despite what you think Dean, not all witches are evil, I most certainly am not. I just want to bless you for saving my life and giving me back my home, please just let me do this for you.”
When Sam and Dean looked at each other, she noticed what most people had over the years, the silent communication, almost a conversation judging from the expressions on their faces, and with the shrug of his shoulders, it looked as though Sam was winning this argument.
“If you put some ridiculous spell on us, I swear I will end you,” Dean promised as he gave into Sam and allowed Monica to do whatever it was she was going to do.
Cas watched as the witch lit candles and sage as she prepared to bless the two men. The look on their faces, Sam’s was warm and indulgent and Dean was scowling, would have made a mortal man worry, but Cas was not mortal.
It seemed that everything was falling into place to cast the spell. Cas could hear the voices of the Winchester’s loved ones as they whispered in his ear. It took them a long time to get the boys here in this home, in this room, with the right civilian to give the boys what they wanted. What they needed.
Soon her preparation was finished and Monica gathered the three of them around the table in a circle and asked them to hold hands.
“Are we gonna start singing Kumbaya,” Dean snarked.
“Dean,” Sam warned giving him a bitch face.
Cas understood Dean’s frustration and wariness, because things don’t usually turn out well for the Winchesters, especially Dean. After all of the time he’s spent in Dean’s dreams he knew what the man wanted, how at this point in his life he’s desperate for as a life with Sam. Cas was going to make sure that for once in his life that Dean got the happiness that he longed for without it costing him anything.
A family for him and Sam with children that were the best of them both, but until someone or something stepped in; Dean would never have the life of which he often dreamed, the perfect life where he and Sam could express their love in public without having to hide it or face the ridicule of others.
When Castiel was god he’d had extraordinary powers, powers beyond what any angel could ever dream of. After he’d stripped himself of those souls and became a mere angel again and not a god, he still had some residual mojo that angels did not. Powers that allowed him to do what he was about to do to Monica and the Winchester boys. Walking up to the witch Cas merged their bodies and took control of her mind and neither Monica nor the Winchesters were any the wiser.
Once he had control of her body, Cas began to speak, “I know that you and your brother are close Dean, closer than most siblings.”
“What are you playing at bitch?” Dean growled, “Finish your little hocus pocus and get this over with!”
“I wasn’t trying to offend you Dean,” Cas told him, “just letting you know that what you want is okay. As long as your heart desires it, you will get your wish; it will grow from the essence of your brother that is inside of you. The important thing to remember is that once this ritual is complete, words will not end this Dean. You can beg and plead all you want, but if the words aren’t heartfelt, then you will not stop this. You and your brother will see your deepest desire come to fruition, but only a true change of heart will end this gift that I am bestowing on you and your brother.”
“Are we done here?” Sam asked.
“Almost,” Cas said before he began to chant in Latin, he didn’t use the enochian version because the boys would have caught on, but he changed the spell a little to advance it. He completed the chant and gave Monica back the control of her body. Let the transformation begin.
“Thank you for all you’ve done,” Monica said once again as Sam and Dean made their way out to their car. She was confused as watched the two men hurry to drive away, she did not understand why they were suddenly so hostile towards her.
Dean was so angry that he did not even pretend to bother with the niceties and did not contemplate saying goodbye. As he settled behind to the wheel of his baby, wishing that Sam would hurry so that they could get away from this bitch, he ignored the odd feeling that began gnawing away at his stomach.
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Over the years, he has watched as these two men, Dean more than Sam fought the growing feelings between them. He knew from his dreams that were becoming more and more frequent, what Dean wanted with Sam. Now that everyone that they knew and loved was gone, he wanted the roots that Sam had whined about incessantly over the years. He wanted children and monotony of civilian life, but he wanted that with Sam and both men knew that they could never have that, well not all of it.
Looking down at the two men sleeping together Castiel marveled how Dean showed Sam love in his sleep in a way that he could never show him when they were awake. Cas also knew that no matter how much he loved Sam, Dean would always feel guilt for loving his brother in this manner. He had given his entire life, family and friends saving a world that didn’t know how close it had come to ending and he also carried the burden of the loss of the ones he couldn’t save, even if it wasn’t his fault.
Sam would be waking soon, and both men would be tired and sore, so Cas gave them each a healing touch meant to help the recovery along, but not wholly restore them. He didn’t completely heal them, because he didn’t want them to know, or at the very least suspect that he’d been there, but they would move just a little easier tomorrow morning. After the healing touch, he made to leave, but then he touched Sam once more to let him sleep a little longer in the morning. After the life Sam’s had, he deserved it.
When he woke the next morning Dean could tell by the way the sun was peeping through the space where the curtains didn’t quite meet that it was late. He rolled onto his back to look at Sam and was honestly surprised that he was still there, because most days he was usually up before the sun.
He looked at the sleeping man and it still amazed him that he got to have this with him, this love that he sometimes, well most of the time he was too scared to admit aloud. He didn’t admit it because he’s expecting it to be taken away from him at any minute and if he was the only one to know how he feels, then he will be the only one hurt when it was taken away from him.
Still amused at the fact that Sam was still sleeping so heavily, he eased out of the bed in an attempt to both be careful not to wake his sleeping brother and to be mindful of the aches and pains from being thrown around yesterday, but to his surprise he wasn’t that sore. He walked to the bathroom to look at his body, he didn’t see the perfection that was Dean Winchester, the washboard abs or the sculpted arms, all he saw was the yellow and purple bruising all over his body where Pissy Prissy had thrown him around, and the handprints around his neck where she’d choked him.
Amazed at the ease of which he could move this morning, Dean took a piss and went back to join Sam in the warm bed, but as soon as he lay down, Sam woke up.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, Sam,” Dean apologized because if Sam slept this late it meant that the younger man must be tired.
Yawning, Sam said, “’S okay Dean, I can’t remember the last time I slept this late. It feels as though it’s past time to wake up.”
Dean propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at Sam and couldn’t resist kissing him. He wasn’t sure if it was the wrongness of him being intimate with his brother, or the fact that he could love someone as much as he loved Sam, but each time they kissed it felt new and exciting to Dean.
Dean was so lost in his musings that he actually yelped in surprise when Sam flipped him on his back, crawled between his legs and took over the kiss. He smiled to himself because he doesn’t even remember climbing on top of Sam.
“Dean,” Sam moaned as his mouth left his brothers to find that sensitive spot behind Dean’s ear.
Lost in the sensations that Sam caused as he continued to work that spot, Dean could only grunt a response to Sam who was marking that spot. Dean knew that he should be pissed because there was no way that he could cover the spot, even in his Fed suit because it was too high up on his neck. He should be pissed, but right now he was much too turned on to care.
“Wanna fuck you again Dean, can I?” Sam half begged and half moaned into his brother’s ear.
Dean felt his dick grow impossibly harder at the request, as he remembered how good it felt when Sam had pounded into his ass the day before. He recalled the pleasure of having his ass full of Sam’s large dick as it split him open and hitting his prostate repeatedly, and yeah he wanted that again, so he just spread his legs open wider in answer.
“You liked it didn’t you Dean?” Sam grinned down at his brother as he ground down rubbing both of their cocks together, causing Dean to moan.
“You liked my cock filling you up, splitting you open,” Sam taunted his brother. “You liked my come dripping out of you, the sweet ache my cock caused that you still felt as you talked to Monica.”
“Yes, oh god yes,” Dean choked out, “Please Sam…I need,” Dean’s begging was cut off as Sam ground down again sending waves of pleasure through Dean’s body.
Dean reached down to still Sam’s hips because if Sam kept up with that delicious friction, he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last, and he wanted Sam’s mouth or hands on him before he blew his load.
Sam seemed to get the message and crawled down Dean’s body until his face was at Dean’s beautiful cock. As he blew his warm breath on it, it twitched and spurt precome as though it was telling Sam what it wanted.
Taking Dean’s cock in his hand, Sam took his thumb, rubbed it over the large mushroom head, and collected the liquid that was leaking out and bought it to his mouth and tasted Dean. The motion caused them both to moan, but when Sam replaced his thumb with his mouth, the only moaning that could be heard was from Dean.
Torture. That’s what Sam was doing to him as he slowly drug his mouth up and down the length of Dean’s cock, but when he reached one of his hands up to play with Dean’s nipple, he no longer cared. His brother had turned his body into one large erogenous zone, where every touch caused the fire that licked through his veins to burn hotter before it made Dean throw his head back mewling his pleasure as he came down Sam’s throat.
His sensitive cock slipped from his brother’s mouth as Dean fought his way back from the haze of pleasure, but Sam was not going to let him recover before he began his assault again. Lifting Dean’s legs and placing them over his shoulders, Sam placed a few kitten licks on Dean’s cock, before he kissed and licked his way past Dean’s balls until his mouth found what it was seeking, that tightly furled pink muscle that was still twitching from Dean’s orgasm.
He found that there really was no rest for the wicked as Sam’s tongue circled his hole before plunging in causing him to cry out in pleasure so loudly that he knew that if someone was in the rooms on either side of them, they could hear him. Later he would probably be embarrassed that Sam could pull these noises from him, but right now he couldn’t make himself care.
As that wicked tongue worked its magic on him, Dean felt his cock begin to twitch and stir as it began to harden again.
“So good Sam,” he sobbed as he began to move his hips to meet his brother’s mouth, “so fucking good, but I need you in me.”
He felt Sam smile against his ass before saying, “gotta make sure you’re ready for me, besides you taste so good Dean.”
“Please Sammy, taste all you want later, but right now I need you in me.”
Moving from the bed, Sam went to his duffle to get the bottle of lube he had there, but Dean was so caught up in the pleasure that he was confused and all he knew was that Sam was leaving him and he cried out at the loss.
“Hold on Dean, not going anywhere,” he promised, “I just need to get the lube.”
Dean was sure that the sight of Sam coating his large fingers was not supposed to be as erotic as it was, but his dick thought differently as it jerked at the sight. By the time he placed the third one inside him, Dean had to reach down and circle his fingers around the base just to keep from coming.
Pushing himself up on shaky elbows, Dean watched as much as he could as Sam slowly slid his cock inside him, but once the head breached him rim the burn that quickly turned into pleasure had him closing his eyes and falling flat on his back fighting to breathe.
“So goddamned good Dean, feeling you like this,” Sam murmured once he was buried balls deep in his older brother.
“Oh god Sam, move,” Dean encouraged him, “please, Jesus fucking Christ please move.”
That was all Sam needed, because for all the teasing he did earlier, he began to thrust his hips like a piston in and out in and out and they both relished the drag of Sam’s cock in Dean’s tight channel.
Sam grabbed Dean’s hands and held them above his head as he leaned in and plundered the plush lips that were slightly opened as Dean whined at the sensations that were surging through his body. He wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips and just rode it out until he came so hard that Dean passed out for a few minutes and missed when Sam came and coated his insides with his seed.
“Welcome back,” Sam teased when Dean opened his eyes five minutes later, but Dean felt so good, that he didn’t even bother to try and pretend that that wasn’t the best sex he’d ever had in his life, so instead he just reached up and kissed Sam.
An hour later found them at a local diner enjoying a late breakfast or an early lunch, brunch. Dean found himself staring at Sam as they ate, not even caring that he looked goofy and lovesick. Carefully, after checking to make sure no one was watching, he leaned across the table and kissed Sam.
“Dean?” Sam said as he questioned the public display of affection that was so unlike his brother, but smiled as Dean blushed and ducked his head in embarrassment.
After that, brunch was filled with so many coy smiles and lingering touches that the food was cold before they were even half way through it. Dean was not sure what, but something happened this morning when he and Sam fucked…no made love. What happened between them this morning was definitely loving and he couldn’t, wouldn’t hide the way it made him feel. It was like for the first time since their mom burned on that ceiling that he felt like he was living and not merely surviving, and he liked it.
They lingered over their food as long as possible and even found another case to work in Louisiana when the walkthrough of Monica’s house was completed. Once they finished their meal, Dean called Monica and told her to meet them at her house.
On the drive to Monica’s, Dean was glad that they didn’t have to wear the Fed suits because the way Sam was running his hand along Dean’s inseam caused his dick to harden and made his jeans tight and there was no way that suit would have hidden his hard on.
Monica was waiting for them on the sidewalk in front of her house because she was too terrified to wait even in the yard in the event that the ghost had not been banished.
“Sam, Dean,” she greeted as they got out of the Impala and walked towards her.
“Monica,” Sam greeted with a nod of his head.
Dean responded only with a nod because he was too busy worrying whether or not his layered clothing was hiding his hard on as well as he thought that it would, and besides it was very uncomfortable to walk with it, but fucking Sam didn’t seem to have the same problem.
“We burned the bones and it should be safe to go back into your home, but let us go in first just to be sure,” Dean advised once he was able to get his head back into the game.
Monica gave them the key and they carefully entered the house and made their way up to the room that Priscilla had favored. They were sure that they’d destroyed her, but sometimes the unexpected happened, like a second body in a grave.
Dean placed his hand on the door, turned the knob and entered the room with Sam following closely behind him. Once inside they noticed the damage from yesterday where they’d been thrown around the room, but that was it. This time the only coldness they felt in the room was really from the open window, which Sam quickly closed.
Satisfied that Priscilla was gone, they headed back downstairs and advised Monica that it was safe for her to return home.
“Thanks guys,” she gushed her appreciation “look Dean I know that you’re not fond of witches, but that’s who and what I am, so I’d like to give you a parting gift in appreciation of your ridding my home of the ghost.”
“When you say parting gift, you actually mean some kind of witch hoodoo thing, right?” Dean barked at her not bothering to hide his dislike of what she was asking.
“Well, yes,” she confirmed, “despite what you think Dean, not all witches are evil, I most certainly am not. I just want to bless you for saving my life and giving me back my home, please just let me do this for you.”
When Sam and Dean looked at each other, she noticed what most people had over the years, the silent communication, almost a conversation judging from the expressions on their faces, and with the shrug of his shoulders, it looked as though Sam was winning this argument.
“If you put some ridiculous spell on us, I swear I will end you,” Dean promised as he gave into Sam and allowed Monica to do whatever it was she was going to do.
Cas watched as the witch lit candles and sage as she prepared to bless the two men. The look on their faces, Sam’s was warm and indulgent and Dean was scowling, would have made a mortal man worry, but Cas was not mortal.
It seemed that everything was falling into place to cast the spell. Cas could hear the voices of the Winchester’s loved ones as they whispered in his ear. It took them a long time to get the boys here in this home, in this room, with the right civilian to give the boys what they wanted. What they needed.
Soon her preparation was finished and Monica gathered the three of them around the table in a circle and asked them to hold hands.
“Are we gonna start singing Kumbaya,” Dean snarked.
“Dean,” Sam warned giving him a bitch face.
Cas understood Dean’s frustration and wariness, because things don’t usually turn out well for the Winchesters, especially Dean. After all of the time he’s spent in Dean’s dreams he knew what the man wanted, how at this point in his life he’s desperate for as a life with Sam. Cas was going to make sure that for once in his life that Dean got the happiness that he longed for without it costing him anything.
A family for him and Sam with children that were the best of them both, but until someone or something stepped in; Dean would never have the life of which he often dreamed, the perfect life where he and Sam could express their love in public without having to hide it or face the ridicule of others.
When Castiel was god he’d had extraordinary powers, powers beyond what any angel could ever dream of. After he’d stripped himself of those souls and became a mere angel again and not a god, he still had some residual mojo that angels did not. Powers that allowed him to do what he was about to do to Monica and the Winchester boys. Walking up to the witch Cas merged their bodies and took control of her mind and neither Monica nor the Winchesters were any the wiser.
Once he had control of her body, Cas began to speak, “I know that you and your brother are close Dean, closer than most siblings.”
“What are you playing at bitch?” Dean growled, “Finish your little hocus pocus and get this over with!”
“I wasn’t trying to offend you Dean,” Cas told him, “just letting you know that what you want is okay. As long as your heart desires it, you will get your wish; it will grow from the essence of your brother that is inside of you. The important thing to remember is that once this ritual is complete, words will not end this Dean. You can beg and plead all you want, but if the words aren’t heartfelt, then you will not stop this. You and your brother will see your deepest desire come to fruition, but only a true change of heart will end this gift that I am bestowing on you and your brother.”
“Are we done here?” Sam asked.
“Almost,” Cas said before he began to chant in Latin, he didn’t use the enochian version because the boys would have caught on, but he changed the spell a little to advance it. He completed the chant and gave Monica back the control of her body. Let the transformation begin.
“Thank you for all you’ve done,” Monica said once again as Sam and Dean made their way out to their car. She was confused as watched the two men hurry to drive away, she did not understand why they were suddenly so hostile towards her.
Dean was so angry that he did not even pretend to bother with the niceties and did not contemplate saying goodbye. As he settled behind to the wheel of his baby, wishing that Sam would hurry so that they could get away from this bitch, he ignored the odd feeling that began gnawing away at his stomach.
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