[FIC] Touched For The Very First Time (PG-16) for Blue_Flame88
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: Touched For The Very First Time.
Recipient: blue_flame88
Author: andrea_deer
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, talks about sex, not graphic m/m sex. Also, fluff.
Spoilers: Huge for 5x03 and 5x08. Strongly ignoring 5x10.
Summary: The five times Castiel talked about sex and one time when he would have talked about love if it wasn't too much of a chick-flick moment for Dean.
Beta: andy_mere. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Author notes: Happy holidays, dear blue_flame88! I hope you’ll enjoy this gift :)
~ One : Dean ~
The night didn’t really turn out as I planned it, but since I was making it up as we went along I don’t think I minded too much. After all this morning I didn’t even consider spending the night in the brothel, trying to de-virginize Cas. As it turned out this spontaneous mission I heroically took upon himselfmyself wasn’t overly successful, but at least we both had a good laugh and that counted too, right? I mean, seriously, when has Cas ever actually laughed out loud? So, there. OneSo there, one ‘first’ under his belt after all. Now we’ll just need to keep him alive long enough to sex him up. Should be manageable, the guy isn’t that gross, after all. Weird as all shit, true, but he grew on you with all his quirks involved. Well, you know, most of them, at least.
“Don’t brood, we will find you a girl next time,” I say, slightly uneasy with all the silence in the car.
Cas looked back so intensively I wasn’t exactly sure if he’snot pissed at me. It was hard to tell sometimes, especially since I ignore most of his angry glares and speeches. Seriously, it could’ve been intimidating at first, now it was just slightly more energized invasion of my personal bubble.
“I do not understand fully your obsession with that matter.”
I shrugged, not really sure how to explain it. Sex was awesome, how the hell do you explain that to a virgin? On the other hand, I’m pretty sure I knew this when I was a virgin. …The power of pay per view,pay-per-view, I guess.
“I like sex. It’s great. You shouldn’t die without trying it,it; end of the story.”
Castiel frowned.
“I know about this way of intimacy. It is just an act of procreation that people reenact whenever they strongly cravestronger the human touch. I do not require human touch, since I am not human.”
And that, right there? Wrong on so many levels. And yeah, it kinda drove it home that Cas was not exactly a good hunter friend. More like a friendly alien. Thankfully not all slimy and full of gross tentacles. I shook my head before vision of Cas with tentacles managed to screw up my brain forever.
“You don’t ‘require’ it, ‘cause you don’t know how nice it is. Anna thought it was one of the best things in humanity!” Castiel looked at me sharply, so I definitely started making a point here. “Then obviously angels can enjoy it, too! And hey, it’s not like if you hate it, anybody will bother you again… You won’t hate it, but you know what I mean…”
“Perhaps after we’re done with this particular mission,” interrupted Castiel in his monotone voice and I smirked, signingwriting it up as a success. And making a note to think of some ways to get Cas a girl, when only when we’ll have some free time.
~ Two : Sam ~
I wasn’t exactly sure why I agreed to go to the bar with them. It just seemed weird that Dean would go to the bar with an angel and without me. Not to mention that once you got passed the holly respect towards the angels, those two were far more entertaining than television. I watched as Castiel disappeared from his spot next to Dean by the bar and suddenly appeared in the booth next to me. It was saying a lot about the place we were in, that no one was sober enough to notice. Including Dean for at least few seconds.
“Hey, Cas,” I said lightly, also feeling the alcohol relaxing me finally. It seemed Cas and I never really talked normally and it still felt weird, but I could only feel sorry for him, seeing Dean’s attempts. “Don’t worry, in his sick sort of way, he actually wants what’s best for you.”
“I do not believe this qualifies as best for me at the moment,” said Castiel sternly and I’m not really sure if he meant the whole idea of loosing his virginity or perhaps the sort of women that were in this particular bar.
“Yeah, well. I never said he’s right, but he really wants what he thinks is best,” I shrugged. “And he gets pretty obsessed about that too. He was almost the same, when he decided I’m too old to still be a virgin.”
Castiel looked at me with hope in his eyes and for a moment I was terrified of what weird idea entered his head. I knew he was an angel and all, but seriously sometimes his thinking process was just too complicated.
“Did he finally leftleave you in peace?” he asks, sounding so hopeful, I felt a bit awful,asked, sounding so hopeful I felt a bit awful when I snorted, ruing it for him.
“Only after I got myself laid, sorry buddy.”
Castiel hanghung his head and looked so miserable one may thought someone’smight have thought someone was trying to get him married to most hated girl and not just laid with a beautiful stranger. I smiled at him, but tried to stay serious and somehow supportive.
“Listen, if you really don’t want to, just tell him. After the hundredth time, he should get it.”
“I just don’t really see the point. We have much bigger concerns. And short moment of relief and intimate human contact with a total stranger don’t seem to be worth it, no matter how enjoyable Dean claims it is.”
I wanted to answer and explain the sick way my brother’s mind works, but then I realized neither Dean nor me really got laid recently. Castiel was right on that point. In the middle of Apocalypse, barely making it out alive every damn day, a few moments of brainless passion weren’t really enough. Most of the times, they weren’t even worth the bother.
“Perhaps, random sex with strangers isn’t enough… And as I said, if you really don’t want to, try talking some sense into him… On the other hand, these days the chances of you meeting someone who you’d actually really care about and who would feel the same are pretty slim, so…”
Castiel stared at the table between us, obviously thinking about it. I was pretty sure there was something on his mind, but when he opened his mouth to speak, Dean finally made his way to our table.
“Caaaaaas,” he said and grabbed the angel’s hand, dragging him to his feet. Castiel obviously allowed him that and stood stiffly by his side, while Dean pointed his finger at him. “Dude, we're getting you laid. End of the story,” said Dean firmly and looked around the bar again as if trying to find a perfect candidate.
Cas looked back at me, looking for some sort of support. I smiled and mouthed ‘say no’. He sighed and looked at Dean and his eager expression, before meeting my eyes again with defeated expression. Yeah, I got that one too. Dean just had this charm that made people (and apparently angels) really hate taking away his small entertainment.
“Dean, you'reyour obsession with it is unexplainable,” tried Castiel and refused to look at the woman Dean was trying to subtly show him.
The girl looked at them uneasily and quickly left the bar. Dean was never good with subtlety, sometimes I was under impression that perhaps Castiel was the only that couldn't notice that. Probably because he was even worse.
"It's not obsession," said Dean seriously, turning back to stare into Castiel's eyes. "It's a mission."
The angel sighed in suffering way and I smiled at both of them. They sure were more amusing than TV, even if apparently Dean wastoday picking up girls with his sitcom lines today.
“We're gonna play a game, Cas. It's called: Haaaaaaaaaaave you met Cas?” said Dean turning towards the bar and freshly chosen girl.
“Dean,” I tried, but he ignored me.
Castiel frowned at me, looking even more unsure. Upon seeing me shrug, he turned back to Dean and tried to talk some sense into him. Apparently he didn’t know my stubborn brother as much as one could think.
“Dean, this is ridiculous and I cannot phantomfathom wheredo you believe you're going with this. I don't think that...” Castiel stopped abruptly, since Dean was ignoring him anyway and he just tapped the chosen woman on the arm, causing her to turn around and look at them.
She seemed to stare at Castiel with much more attention than necessary and the angel gulped nervously as Dean smiled.
"Hi," he said quickly. "Have you met Cas?"
He pushed Castiel closer to her and walked away disappearing among other patrons of the bar. Castiel looked after him and then glanced at me, looking pretty much panicked. I could sense his fear from the table even if nowNow that the music was back on, I couldn’t anymorecould no longer hear what they were talking.talking about anymore, but Or more appropriately what the woman was saying, while Cas looked for the way to escape this situation. He turned to her, when she obviously asked him about something. He gulped terrified and between one of my blinks, suddenly disappeared. I swore under my breath, hoping the woman was drunk enough to not notice.
I observed her shocked face, but then she just giggled and turned back to her drink. As if I could even suspect Dean to choose someone sober.
~ Three : Margaret ~
I admit at first I thought he was some crazy guy I’d better avoid. Especially since he was totally not my type. Smug, smirking bad boy… could work for me in college or even more likely high school, but not now. Then he started talking about his friend and it only got worse… I really should leave the coffee shop, he cornered me in and never ever think of him again. Too bad his eager, hopeful face made me stand still and listen about his poor, great friend, who just left the seminary and who’s family was very strict and practically cast him out. It sounded more like a bad novel than the real guy’s life, but then said friend appeared and came by to sit with us, and frankly? I didn’t really care if he run out of the seminary or was a leader of some freakish cult. With those blue eyes? I wouldn’t even blame his followers.
Dean at some point slid out of his chair and went out, putting a hand on Castiel’s shoulder just before leaving, as if trying to make him stay. The older man sighed slightly, but he smiled, when he looked back at me, so I hoped he doesn’t have such a bad time. It wasn’t easy to talk with him, but somehow with his short answers, said in this deep voice, he still managed to be charming. Too bad he was obviously not charmed.
“Somehow I think you’re not so glad your friend set you up with me,” I said bluntly, smiling to let him know I’m not really that much hurt. A bit, sure. Who wouldn’t be? But I’m not so set on getting every man I found attractive, to be terribly hurt by one of them not finding me as interesting as I might’ve hoped for.
“My apologies,” he said quickly. “I truly believe he means well… But I don’t find it so easy to create a bond, he apparently wants me to, with a stranger.”
“It’s hard to create a bond with someone who’s not a stranger if you don’t let strangers become something more,” I smiled at him and he nodded thoughtfully.
“You may be very right, Margaret. But I believe perhapscurrent timeis not best to be concerned about such things as learning more about the strangers… There are… There is a bigger picture here.”
“Uh-uh, sure.” I nodded, mocking him a bit and he looked up at me surprised. Perhaps I let my good girl mask slide a bit, but I’m intelligent enough to let it be. “Or perhaps you don’t feel the need to meet strangers, whenall you need you have in people close to you?”
I swear to God, he looked at me like a deer caught in the car lights. Obviously I hit the nerve here and actually after thinking about this whole meeting, it was pretty obvious. I reassuringly patted his hand that was laying on the table next to his cup of coffee he didn’t even try. If the story of his life was true, that man sure had lots of to think about.
“Sometimes it’s worthy to redefine your friendship,” I said, standing up to walk out of the place, wondering when was the last time I had a day so weird.
I’m not sure if I managed to make more than three steps, when his voice stopped me.
“Margaret,” he said unsure. “I believe the social convention doesn’t allow this, but I wanted to say that you shouldn’t feel guilty. Adrianne Peelts tried her best to hide the sickness from everyone and she was glad you didn’t see her at her worse. Don’t feel guilty about it, Margaret. Your mother died happier, because of the pain she managed to save you from.”
I stared at him shocked with tears in my eyes. How the hell he knew?! He nodded at me shortly and disappeared as I tried to blink the tears away to keep some dignity. Come to think of it I don’t believe the seminary school story was true at all.
~ Four : Gabriel ~
The surprise on Castiel’s face was hilarious. He looked down at the women at his feet, touching him, pressing against him as if reaching enormous pleasure just from being able to touch him. Finally he looked up at me frowning and I met his gaze with the mocking innocence.
“Gabriel, I thought you wished to eliminate me,” he said calmly as if the women weren’t affecting him in any way. It actually seemed as if they weren’t, he stood between them unmoved like some fricking statue.
“Please, Castiel! Those kittens can keep you eliminated from the main game for awhile, I’m sure! And if that would be necessary to drop you in some, let’s say less pleasurable place… Well, I would hate to see you dying a virgin, brother.”
He frowned at me, before shaking his head as if something was totally beyond his understanding. I raised my eyebrows in question, but he failed to explain. How shocking. Not.
“This is not real,” he stated as if it made it all stop, but I only shrugged with a happy smile.
One of the girls tagged at his coat, making it slide of one of his arms. He looked down at her and her proud smile as if he couldn’t understand her motives even if she was only a fake creation of a bored archangel.
“If you let it be real, it’ll be even more real, Castiel. They can be… quite pleasurable.”
He shook his head at me as if disappointed or some other ridiculousness.
“I do not wish for this. This is not what I want.”
I sighed disappointed. Of course it wasn’t! What was with everyone these days? If they just played their roles it would all go smoothly! But no, they all had to be a bunch of stubborn morons, refusing to learn.
“I’m sorry, Castiel. I hoped there would be a lesson for you as well, but quite frankly I don’t care enough to bother with more examples. Winchester boys are more important and way more amusing!”
I raised my hand to snap my fingers and send my little brother to less pleasurable worlds created at my whim, so I’d have at least this one stubborn problem of my head.
“What lesson?” he asked quietly and I stopped. Perhaps there was still a chance?
“He’s not yours, Cas!” I said loudly and he flinched. “Michael will wear him sooner or later and you’re only creating more and more troubles for yourself! Wanting something you will never own and even if you will, then not for long.”
He glared at me angrily then. All his righteous anger back in place and it was pretty obvious, this one was a lost case. Another victim of Winchesters’ charm.
“Michael won’t take Dean Winchester. I won’t let him.”
I snorted at the ridiculousness of this promise.
“Possessive little bitch, aren’t you?” I said and sent him away before he had a chance to respond.
~ Five : Jo ~
“Hey there, mistletoe,” I singsong next him and when he looked back at me with that adorable not understanding angel face I raised on my feet and kissed him lightly on the lips.
He stood there staring at me and frowning and I barely could holdmy giggles, which were only partly an effect of the eggnog. Castiel was just too adorable, while perplexed. He sucked his lip in, as if trying to taste it or maybe hide it from any more of potential kisses.
“I do not think it is a highly important custom.”
“Probably not, but it’s one of the funniest ones,” I smiled at him. “And don’t worry, one silly kiss doesn’t mean I’m gonna take your virginity away.”
His gaze hardened and I smiled brightly at him. Perhaps it was Christmas in the middle of Apocalypse, but so far it was pretty fun. Actually, probably one of my best Christmas in a long while. Last ones spend on the road, the ones before spend on the road and alone… At least now we had pretty decent home-cooked meal, eggnog and a Christmas tree. Sam and Dean worked like good little elves, while Bobby barked the orders at them. It was probably the most amusing part of the preparations.
“I see Dean talked with you.”
“Yes, I think he tries to raise his expectations for the perfect girl for you. First a hooker, then a stranger at the bar, then some intelligent woman and apparently now he decided it’ll be best if it was someone you know. So he picked me for the lucky one.”
“But you refused,” he stated shortly, not even sounding surprised.
“No offence, Castiel, but I think you should have sex, when you want to and with whom you want to and not just a girl he’ll pick that’d be willing.”
He nodded seriously and I thought he’s not really supporting Dean’s plan on this.
“I believe he treats it too seriously,” he said slowly. “I understand his willingness to escape from the thoughts of war, but I was hoping celebrating the holidays would be enough for today.”
I snorted and patted him on the arm reassuringly.
“Obviously not, sorry Cas.”
He nodded, accepting the gesture.
“It is fine. Thank you for refusing him, Joanna.”
“The pleasure of saying no to him was all mine,” I smiled proudly and was almost sure I saw the corners of his mouth lift as well.
~ Six : Castiel ~
“Did you wish to speak with me?” I asked, standing in the doorway.
Dean stood by the window, the Christmas lights in which it’s been decorated were coloring his face. Green at one moment, red at another. Making the shadows swallow the lines on his face.
“Yeah, listen Cas. I bet you know I tried to get you laid tonight…”
“Joanna indicated as much, yes.”
There was a sudden thought in my head that it was in fact important to him. Perhaps Sam has been indeed right, perhaps in his weird way Dean really was trying to show that he cares and worries. I felt somehow discontent that I refused to participate more eagerly in this plan of his. If it was only a human act, not bearing any meaning to me, I shouldn’t care that much about granting Dean’s wish.
“Yeah, thought so. Sorry, it didn’t work…” he moved towards the doors and me, obviously wishing to walk out the room as soon as he was done with the apologizing. “I mean… Seriously, I pretty much run out of options and… well, perhaps I shouldn’t bother you with this anyway. I just wanted you to have some fun, you know?”
I raised my hand to stop him as he exited the room. He looked up at me in question and I could only meet his gaze unsure of what I wanted to do. I licked my lips nervously, which only made him frown more. I leaned in and touched my lips to his for a short moment before leaning away. He blinked at me.
I looked up at the mistletoe hanged above our heads.
“I was told it’s the funniest human custom,” I explained in case he didn’t understand my actions.
“Yeah, I mean… It sure is,” he said and grasped my neck, bringing me closer and kissing harder.
It felt much different and I didn’t anticipate this. I groaned surprised as a pleasurable jolt run through my body, when he pressed against me and run a tongue on my lips. The feelings were suddenly much stronger as I felt hot and feverish. Unfitting, as if my vessel could not contain me anymore. I pushed away in fear of slipping out of the human body and hurting Dean, but nothing was off. I noticed with a surprise my hands curled in Dean’s clothing and Dean’s hands on me, bringing me closer. I noticed how both of us were seriously validating the personal space rules he taught me about, but apparently it was unimportant right now. I was glad, it seemed like forever since I sensed his warmth so close to me.
He let out a shaky breath and tagged me lightly closer. I went willingly, meeting his mouth with hunger and thinking perhaps he was right. Perhaps I would miss out if I’ve never felt this. Then, as I felt the burning presence oh his hands sliding under my coat, I suddenly realized, it was only a kiss that felt so electrifying. The thought made me moan, strange noise coming from deep inside me and causing Dean to smile against my lips. I missed his smile, so I kissed this one. I licked on his full lips, tasting him as he let me deepen the kiss, opening his mouth slightly. He tasted likepie he ate after dinner and it was strangely accurate. I felt already overwhelmed as I fought to stay in power of the body that was containing me, but I seemed to loose contact with parts of it constantly. Concentrating on the places Dean just touched. The warmth, the hunger, the want, overpowering me as Dean I believewas getting ride of our clothes. I never realized how much of them we both wore. Most certainly too much. Dean in his human body obviously needed them for warmth and protection, but I’m sure I could manage without most.
It wasn’t hesitant for any longer scratches of times. Sometimes Dean stopped and looked at me as if to make sure it was alright, but I could find no reason why it shouldn’t be. It was alright, it was perfect. It was clumsy, which came as a surprise. I watched the humanity loose its senses in the acts of passion for millennia. I should know how that worked perfectly. And I did, I knew and I thought I even understood, but it felt so different when it happened to me. Every touch was so distracting, every press of the body setting an electric jolt down my spine. I was not fully aware of what was going on, I lost myself in those feelings and let Dean guide me. After all it was his goal to make me loose this last bits of innocence and then I knew he was the one supposed to help me with that.
When I later laid beside him I felt more like human then ever before and yet I was under impression I was closer to heaven that I’ve been in a long time. Sweaty and messy, and surrounded by love. I held onto him tightly, trying to remember the perfection of this moment.
“I believe it was meant to happen with you. The previous attempts weren’t nearly that absorbing.”
He smirked lazily.
“I rocked your world, huh?”
I considered it, deciding finally he doesn’t mean it literally. It was his attempt at humor that was supposed to lighten the atmosphere. I did not believed the moment needed any more lightening, but perhaps that was the point and I let myself be distracted from everything I wanted to tell him.
“I believe you did, Dean Winchester.”
~ The End ~
Title: Touched For The Very First Time.
Recipient: blue_flame88
Author: andrea_deer
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, talks about sex, not graphic m/m sex. Also, fluff.
Spoilers: Huge for 5x03 and 5x08. Strongly ignoring 5x10.
Summary: The five times Castiel talked about sex and one time when he would have talked about love if it wasn't too much of a chick-flick moment for Dean.
Beta: andy_mere. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Author notes: Happy holidays, dear blue_flame88! I hope you’ll enjoy this gift :)
~ One : Dean ~
The night didn’t really turn out as I planned it, but since I was making it up as we went along I don’t think I minded too much. After all this morning I didn’t even consider spending the night in the brothel, trying to de-virginize Cas. As it turned out this spontaneous mission I heroically took upon himselfmyself wasn’t overly successful, but at least we both had a good laugh and that counted too, right? I mean, seriously, when has Cas ever actually laughed out loud? So, there. OneSo there, one ‘first’ under his belt after all. Now we’ll just need to keep him alive long enough to sex him up. Should be manageable, the guy isn’t that gross, after all. Weird as all shit, true, but he grew on you with all his quirks involved. Well, you know, most of them, at least.
“Don’t brood, we will find you a girl next time,” I say, slightly uneasy with all the silence in the car.
Cas looked back so intensively I wasn’t exactly sure if he’snot pissed at me. It was hard to tell sometimes, especially since I ignore most of his angry glares and speeches. Seriously, it could’ve been intimidating at first, now it was just slightly more energized invasion of my personal bubble.
“I do not understand fully your obsession with that matter.”
I shrugged, not really sure how to explain it. Sex was awesome, how the hell do you explain that to a virgin? On the other hand, I’m pretty sure I knew this when I was a virgin. …The power of pay per view,pay-per-view, I guess.
“I like sex. It’s great. You shouldn’t die without trying it,it; end of the story.”
Castiel frowned.
“I know about this way of intimacy. It is just an act of procreation that people reenact whenever they strongly cravestronger the human touch. I do not require human touch, since I am not human.”
And that, right there? Wrong on so many levels. And yeah, it kinda drove it home that Cas was not exactly a good hunter friend. More like a friendly alien. Thankfully not all slimy and full of gross tentacles. I shook my head before vision of Cas with tentacles managed to screw up my brain forever.
“You don’t ‘require’ it, ‘cause you don’t know how nice it is. Anna thought it was one of the best things in humanity!” Castiel looked at me sharply, so I definitely started making a point here. “Then obviously angels can enjoy it, too! And hey, it’s not like if you hate it, anybody will bother you again… You won’t hate it, but you know what I mean…”
“Perhaps after we’re done with this particular mission,” interrupted Castiel in his monotone voice and I smirked, signingwriting it up as a success. And making a note to think of some ways to get Cas a girl, when only when we’ll have some free time.
~ Two : Sam ~
I wasn’t exactly sure why I agreed to go to the bar with them. It just seemed weird that Dean would go to the bar with an angel and without me. Not to mention that once you got passed the holly respect towards the angels, those two were far more entertaining than television. I watched as Castiel disappeared from his spot next to Dean by the bar and suddenly appeared in the booth next to me. It was saying a lot about the place we were in, that no one was sober enough to notice. Including Dean for at least few seconds.
“Hey, Cas,” I said lightly, also feeling the alcohol relaxing me finally. It seemed Cas and I never really talked normally and it still felt weird, but I could only feel sorry for him, seeing Dean’s attempts. “Don’t worry, in his sick sort of way, he actually wants what’s best for you.”
“I do not believe this qualifies as best for me at the moment,” said Castiel sternly and I’m not really sure if he meant the whole idea of loosing his virginity or perhaps the sort of women that were in this particular bar.
“Yeah, well. I never said he’s right, but he really wants what he thinks is best,” I shrugged. “And he gets pretty obsessed about that too. He was almost the same, when he decided I’m too old to still be a virgin.”
Castiel looked at me with hope in his eyes and for a moment I was terrified of what weird idea entered his head. I knew he was an angel and all, but seriously sometimes his thinking process was just too complicated.
“Did he finally leftleave you in peace?” he asks, sounding so hopeful, I felt a bit awful,asked, sounding so hopeful I felt a bit awful when I snorted, ruing it for him.
“Only after I got myself laid, sorry buddy.”
Castiel hanghung his head and looked so miserable one may thought someone’smight have thought someone was trying to get him married to most hated girl and not just laid with a beautiful stranger. I smiled at him, but tried to stay serious and somehow supportive.
“Listen, if you really don’t want to, just tell him. After the hundredth time, he should get it.”
“I just don’t really see the point. We have much bigger concerns. And short moment of relief and intimate human contact with a total stranger don’t seem to be worth it, no matter how enjoyable Dean claims it is.”
I wanted to answer and explain the sick way my brother’s mind works, but then I realized neither Dean nor me really got laid recently. Castiel was right on that point. In the middle of Apocalypse, barely making it out alive every damn day, a few moments of brainless passion weren’t really enough. Most of the times, they weren’t even worth the bother.
“Perhaps, random sex with strangers isn’t enough… And as I said, if you really don’t want to, try talking some sense into him… On the other hand, these days the chances of you meeting someone who you’d actually really care about and who would feel the same are pretty slim, so…”
Castiel stared at the table between us, obviously thinking about it. I was pretty sure there was something on his mind, but when he opened his mouth to speak, Dean finally made his way to our table.
“Caaaaaas,” he said and grabbed the angel’s hand, dragging him to his feet. Castiel obviously allowed him that and stood stiffly by his side, while Dean pointed his finger at him. “Dude, we're getting you laid. End of the story,” said Dean firmly and looked around the bar again as if trying to find a perfect candidate.
Cas looked back at me, looking for some sort of support. I smiled and mouthed ‘say no’. He sighed and looked at Dean and his eager expression, before meeting my eyes again with defeated expression. Yeah, I got that one too. Dean just had this charm that made people (and apparently angels) really hate taking away his small entertainment.
“Dean, you'reyour obsession with it is unexplainable,” tried Castiel and refused to look at the woman Dean was trying to subtly show him.
The girl looked at them uneasily and quickly left the bar. Dean was never good with subtlety, sometimes I was under impression that perhaps Castiel was the only that couldn't notice that. Probably because he was even worse.
"It's not obsession," said Dean seriously, turning back to stare into Castiel's eyes. "It's a mission."
The angel sighed in suffering way and I smiled at both of them. They sure were more amusing than TV, even if apparently Dean wastoday picking up girls with his sitcom lines today.
“We're gonna play a game, Cas. It's called: Haaaaaaaaaaave you met Cas?” said Dean turning towards the bar and freshly chosen girl.
“Dean,” I tried, but he ignored me.
Castiel frowned at me, looking even more unsure. Upon seeing me shrug, he turned back to Dean and tried to talk some sense into him. Apparently he didn’t know my stubborn brother as much as one could think.
“Dean, this is ridiculous and I cannot phantomfathom wheredo you believe you're going with this. I don't think that...” Castiel stopped abruptly, since Dean was ignoring him anyway and he just tapped the chosen woman on the arm, causing her to turn around and look at them.
She seemed to stare at Castiel with much more attention than necessary and the angel gulped nervously as Dean smiled.
"Hi," he said quickly. "Have you met Cas?"
He pushed Castiel closer to her and walked away disappearing among other patrons of the bar. Castiel looked after him and then glanced at me, looking pretty much panicked. I could sense his fear from the table even if nowNow that the music was back on, I couldn’t anymorecould no longer hear what they were talking.talking about anymore, but Or more appropriately what the woman was saying, while Cas looked for the way to escape this situation. He turned to her, when she obviously asked him about something. He gulped terrified and between one of my blinks, suddenly disappeared. I swore under my breath, hoping the woman was drunk enough to not notice.
I observed her shocked face, but then she just giggled and turned back to her drink. As if I could even suspect Dean to choose someone sober.
~ Three : Margaret ~
I admit at first I thought he was some crazy guy I’d better avoid. Especially since he was totally not my type. Smug, smirking bad boy… could work for me in college or even more likely high school, but not now. Then he started talking about his friend and it only got worse… I really should leave the coffee shop, he cornered me in and never ever think of him again. Too bad his eager, hopeful face made me stand still and listen about his poor, great friend, who just left the seminary and who’s family was very strict and practically cast him out. It sounded more like a bad novel than the real guy’s life, but then said friend appeared and came by to sit with us, and frankly? I didn’t really care if he run out of the seminary or was a leader of some freakish cult. With those blue eyes? I wouldn’t even blame his followers.
Dean at some point slid out of his chair and went out, putting a hand on Castiel’s shoulder just before leaving, as if trying to make him stay. The older man sighed slightly, but he smiled, when he looked back at me, so I hoped he doesn’t have such a bad time. It wasn’t easy to talk with him, but somehow with his short answers, said in this deep voice, he still managed to be charming. Too bad he was obviously not charmed.
“Somehow I think you’re not so glad your friend set you up with me,” I said bluntly, smiling to let him know I’m not really that much hurt. A bit, sure. Who wouldn’t be? But I’m not so set on getting every man I found attractive, to be terribly hurt by one of them not finding me as interesting as I might’ve hoped for.
“My apologies,” he said quickly. “I truly believe he means well… But I don’t find it so easy to create a bond, he apparently wants me to, with a stranger.”
“It’s hard to create a bond with someone who’s not a stranger if you don’t let strangers become something more,” I smiled at him and he nodded thoughtfully.
“You may be very right, Margaret. But I believe perhapscurrent timeis not best to be concerned about such things as learning more about the strangers… There are… There is a bigger picture here.”
“Uh-uh, sure.” I nodded, mocking him a bit and he looked up at me surprised. Perhaps I let my good girl mask slide a bit, but I’m intelligent enough to let it be. “Or perhaps you don’t feel the need to meet strangers, whenall you need you have in people close to you?”
I swear to God, he looked at me like a deer caught in the car lights. Obviously I hit the nerve here and actually after thinking about this whole meeting, it was pretty obvious. I reassuringly patted his hand that was laying on the table next to his cup of coffee he didn’t even try. If the story of his life was true, that man sure had lots of to think about.
“Sometimes it’s worthy to redefine your friendship,” I said, standing up to walk out of the place, wondering when was the last time I had a day so weird.
I’m not sure if I managed to make more than three steps, when his voice stopped me.
“Margaret,” he said unsure. “I believe the social convention doesn’t allow this, but I wanted to say that you shouldn’t feel guilty. Adrianne Peelts tried her best to hide the sickness from everyone and she was glad you didn’t see her at her worse. Don’t feel guilty about it, Margaret. Your mother died happier, because of the pain she managed to save you from.”
I stared at him shocked with tears in my eyes. How the hell he knew?! He nodded at me shortly and disappeared as I tried to blink the tears away to keep some dignity. Come to think of it I don’t believe the seminary school story was true at all.
~ Four : Gabriel ~
The surprise on Castiel’s face was hilarious. He looked down at the women at his feet, touching him, pressing against him as if reaching enormous pleasure just from being able to touch him. Finally he looked up at me frowning and I met his gaze with the mocking innocence.
“Gabriel, I thought you wished to eliminate me,” he said calmly as if the women weren’t affecting him in any way. It actually seemed as if they weren’t, he stood between them unmoved like some fricking statue.
“Please, Castiel! Those kittens can keep you eliminated from the main game for awhile, I’m sure! And if that would be necessary to drop you in some, let’s say less pleasurable place… Well, I would hate to see you dying a virgin, brother.”
He frowned at me, before shaking his head as if something was totally beyond his understanding. I raised my eyebrows in question, but he failed to explain. How shocking. Not.
“This is not real,” he stated as if it made it all stop, but I only shrugged with a happy smile.
One of the girls tagged at his coat, making it slide of one of his arms. He looked down at her and her proud smile as if he couldn’t understand her motives even if she was only a fake creation of a bored archangel.
“If you let it be real, it’ll be even more real, Castiel. They can be… quite pleasurable.”
He shook his head at me as if disappointed or some other ridiculousness.
“I do not wish for this. This is not what I want.”
I sighed disappointed. Of course it wasn’t! What was with everyone these days? If they just played their roles it would all go smoothly! But no, they all had to be a bunch of stubborn morons, refusing to learn.
“I’m sorry, Castiel. I hoped there would be a lesson for you as well, but quite frankly I don’t care enough to bother with more examples. Winchester boys are more important and way more amusing!”
I raised my hand to snap my fingers and send my little brother to less pleasurable worlds created at my whim, so I’d have at least this one stubborn problem of my head.
“What lesson?” he asked quietly and I stopped. Perhaps there was still a chance?
“He’s not yours, Cas!” I said loudly and he flinched. “Michael will wear him sooner or later and you’re only creating more and more troubles for yourself! Wanting something you will never own and even if you will, then not for long.”
He glared at me angrily then. All his righteous anger back in place and it was pretty obvious, this one was a lost case. Another victim of Winchesters’ charm.
“Michael won’t take Dean Winchester. I won’t let him.”
I snorted at the ridiculousness of this promise.
“Possessive little bitch, aren’t you?” I said and sent him away before he had a chance to respond.
~ Five : Jo ~
“Hey there, mistletoe,” I singsong next him and when he looked back at me with that adorable not understanding angel face I raised on my feet and kissed him lightly on the lips.
He stood there staring at me and frowning and I barely could holdmy giggles, which were only partly an effect of the eggnog. Castiel was just too adorable, while perplexed. He sucked his lip in, as if trying to taste it or maybe hide it from any more of potential kisses.
“I do not think it is a highly important custom.”
“Probably not, but it’s one of the funniest ones,” I smiled at him. “And don’t worry, one silly kiss doesn’t mean I’m gonna take your virginity away.”
His gaze hardened and I smiled brightly at him. Perhaps it was Christmas in the middle of Apocalypse, but so far it was pretty fun. Actually, probably one of my best Christmas in a long while. Last ones spend on the road, the ones before spend on the road and alone… At least now we had pretty decent home-cooked meal, eggnog and a Christmas tree. Sam and Dean worked like good little elves, while Bobby barked the orders at them. It was probably the most amusing part of the preparations.
“I see Dean talked with you.”
“Yes, I think he tries to raise his expectations for the perfect girl for you. First a hooker, then a stranger at the bar, then some intelligent woman and apparently now he decided it’ll be best if it was someone you know. So he picked me for the lucky one.”
“But you refused,” he stated shortly, not even sounding surprised.
“No offence, Castiel, but I think you should have sex, when you want to and with whom you want to and not just a girl he’ll pick that’d be willing.”
He nodded seriously and I thought he’s not really supporting Dean’s plan on this.
“I believe he treats it too seriously,” he said slowly. “I understand his willingness to escape from the thoughts of war, but I was hoping celebrating the holidays would be enough for today.”
I snorted and patted him on the arm reassuringly.
“Obviously not, sorry Cas.”
He nodded, accepting the gesture.
“It is fine. Thank you for refusing him, Joanna.”
“The pleasure of saying no to him was all mine,” I smiled proudly and was almost sure I saw the corners of his mouth lift as well.
~ Six : Castiel ~
“Did you wish to speak with me?” I asked, standing in the doorway.
Dean stood by the window, the Christmas lights in which it’s been decorated were coloring his face. Green at one moment, red at another. Making the shadows swallow the lines on his face.
“Yeah, listen Cas. I bet you know I tried to get you laid tonight…”
“Joanna indicated as much, yes.”
There was a sudden thought in my head that it was in fact important to him. Perhaps Sam has been indeed right, perhaps in his weird way Dean really was trying to show that he cares and worries. I felt somehow discontent that I refused to participate more eagerly in this plan of his. If it was only a human act, not bearing any meaning to me, I shouldn’t care that much about granting Dean’s wish.
“Yeah, thought so. Sorry, it didn’t work…” he moved towards the doors and me, obviously wishing to walk out the room as soon as he was done with the apologizing. “I mean… Seriously, I pretty much run out of options and… well, perhaps I shouldn’t bother you with this anyway. I just wanted you to have some fun, you know?”
I raised my hand to stop him as he exited the room. He looked up at me in question and I could only meet his gaze unsure of what I wanted to do. I licked my lips nervously, which only made him frown more. I leaned in and touched my lips to his for a short moment before leaning away. He blinked at me.
I looked up at the mistletoe hanged above our heads.
“I was told it’s the funniest human custom,” I explained in case he didn’t understand my actions.
“Yeah, I mean… It sure is,” he said and grasped my neck, bringing me closer and kissing harder.
It felt much different and I didn’t anticipate this. I groaned surprised as a pleasurable jolt run through my body, when he pressed against me and run a tongue on my lips. The feelings were suddenly much stronger as I felt hot and feverish. Unfitting, as if my vessel could not contain me anymore. I pushed away in fear of slipping out of the human body and hurting Dean, but nothing was off. I noticed with a surprise my hands curled in Dean’s clothing and Dean’s hands on me, bringing me closer. I noticed how both of us were seriously validating the personal space rules he taught me about, but apparently it was unimportant right now. I was glad, it seemed like forever since I sensed his warmth so close to me.
He let out a shaky breath and tagged me lightly closer. I went willingly, meeting his mouth with hunger and thinking perhaps he was right. Perhaps I would miss out if I’ve never felt this. Then, as I felt the burning presence oh his hands sliding under my coat, I suddenly realized, it was only a kiss that felt so electrifying. The thought made me moan, strange noise coming from deep inside me and causing Dean to smile against my lips. I missed his smile, so I kissed this one. I licked on his full lips, tasting him as he let me deepen the kiss, opening his mouth slightly. He tasted likepie he ate after dinner and it was strangely accurate. I felt already overwhelmed as I fought to stay in power of the body that was containing me, but I seemed to loose contact with parts of it constantly. Concentrating on the places Dean just touched. The warmth, the hunger, the want, overpowering me as Dean I believewas getting ride of our clothes. I never realized how much of them we both wore. Most certainly too much. Dean in his human body obviously needed them for warmth and protection, but I’m sure I could manage without most.
It wasn’t hesitant for any longer scratches of times. Sometimes Dean stopped and looked at me as if to make sure it was alright, but I could find no reason why it shouldn’t be. It was alright, it was perfect. It was clumsy, which came as a surprise. I watched the humanity loose its senses in the acts of passion for millennia. I should know how that worked perfectly. And I did, I knew and I thought I even understood, but it felt so different when it happened to me. Every touch was so distracting, every press of the body setting an electric jolt down my spine. I was not fully aware of what was going on, I lost myself in those feelings and let Dean guide me. After all it was his goal to make me loose this last bits of innocence and then I knew he was the one supposed to help me with that.
When I later laid beside him I felt more like human then ever before and yet I was under impression I was closer to heaven that I’ve been in a long time. Sweaty and messy, and surrounded by love. I held onto him tightly, trying to remember the perfection of this moment.
“I believe it was meant to happen with you. The previous attempts weren’t nearly that absorbing.”
He smirked lazily.
“I rocked your world, huh?”
I considered it, deciding finally he doesn’t mean it literally. It was his attempt at humor that was supposed to lighten the atmosphere. I did not believed the moment needed any more lightening, but perhaps that was the point and I let myself be distracted from everything I wanted to tell him.
“I believe you did, Dean Winchester.”
~ The End ~