[Fic] Like a touch from hell I feel how hot. or Raised you from Perdition (M) for morganoconner
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: Like a touch from hell I feel how hot. or Raised you from Perdition
Recipient: morganoconner
Author: caz2y5
Rating: M for Man on angel goodness
Warnings: there are no swear words
Spoilers: Au from end of season 4 but all aired episodes just to be safe
Summary: Dean has become a demon and Cas takes it personally.
Author notes: first time I have written Cas POV. title from the Metallica song "that was just your life" both titles worked and i couldnt decide
The unthinkable had happened and Cas felt it like a pain in his chest before he even heard the beginnings of the whispers from Zachariah and the other angel’s. He knew even before the whispers asked him to go and confirm it that he would go and see for himself.
As the whispers grew louder it became more than just a pain in his chest and for once he desperately wished he could fall. if not just for the sake to no longer hear his brothers and sisters repeat the words Dean Winchester has fallen.
Of course Dean wasn’t dead. If Dean had been dead Zachariah would have just dragged him kicking and screaming back to life because Dean was important to the machinations of the trumped up leader. No this was much worse than Death. This hurt Cas to his very marrow and he couldn’t even begin to understand why.
Human feelings were still new to him but Cas understood most of the things he felt. What he was struggling to understand was why his mind knew that technically Dean was still alive and yet it also mourned the death of the Dean that had taught him to feel things in the first place.
One whole month Castiel had to wait for the opportunity to present itself where he could confront Dean. Confront him alone and find the answers he so desperately needed to understand. A month to realise that all that he needed to ask was why?
Dean was in an alley way outside a bar in Illinois when Cas finally managed to catch up with him. Managed to find him alone and with out Sam. Dean was far enough from Lucifer’s influence that Cas could confront him so that he could ask his questions with out fear of being interrupted.
Dean had his arm around a petite blond woman who looked just a little more drunk than she was smart. he wore one of his easy smile and that deep green shirt that made his eyes look like emeralds.
“Hello Castiel”
His voice was soft like honey and Castiel tilted his head, his expression blank even though his insides were arguing with his feet about this being a bad idea and he should probably turn and run in the opposite direction before Dean figures out why he is really here.
Castiel straightened his head and turned his gaze to the blond his voice dropping a full octave as he glares at her. Fully aware of what Dean was intending to do to the poor innocent girl and that it would definitely finish with her death.
“You should go.”
It wasn’t a statement. With the deep resonate tone of Castiel’s voice it was practically a threat. The blond didn’t even hesitate as she slid from Dean’s arms and practically ran back into the relative safety of the crowded bar. Dean growled and turned back to Castiel.
“That wasn’t very nice Cas. I had plans for her. Now I am going to have to find someone else to play with.”
The use of the familiar nickname hurt like a physical blow something akin to being kicked in the chest. Castiel wondered if Dean even realised and had done it on purpose but he severely doubted it. Dean seemed far too cocky to even notice. all he seemed to want was to indulge in base pleasures. To have the fun that Cas had obviously denied him by scaring away the girl.
The wind whipped up and Cas' coat billowed out behind him. It was the only movement and sound in the alleyway other than the flickering buzz of the street light above them. They stood there at the edges of the circle of light it cast on the ground around them. Ten paces from each other eyes locked and the rest of the world outside the light seemed to fade away.
It was a Mexican stand off at high noon, well maybe more like high three am. Both of them waiting for the other to make a move. If Cas had watched even half the spaghetti westerns that Dean had he would probably have seen the irony in the two of them standing there like that.
Dean grinned, black ink bleeding across the hazel and into the white of his eyes until there was nothing. They were nothing but black soulless windows that glared at Castiel. It was a deliberate twisting of the knife of his own failure in Castiel’s gut. When Lilith had died at Sam’s hand and Lucifer had been freed Sam had said yes and then Lucifer had done the unthinkable and twisted Dean into something that actually physically hurt Castiel to see.
It was a slap in the face to the all the things that Castiel had given up, the sacrifices he had made. Castiel had to face the fires of hell so he could find the Demon who had once been the hunter Dean Winchester and purify his soul. Cas still remembered the way it burned to touch Dean’s shoulder and the way they had held so close to each other when Cas had raised him from perdition.
Castiel had turned his back on his brothers so that Dean could save his own brother and they both had failed. Lucifer had twisted Dean back into that thing he had been in the pit black hearted, ruthless and cruel. Even from this distance Cas could see the traces of blood that stained the edges of Dean’s fingernails hinting at the dark things Dean had been doing since Sam had said yes.
Castiel’s mouth went dry and his fingers closed into fists at his sides as he licked at his too dry lips. A habit he had picked up from Dean. The anger at what Dean had allowed himself to become, what Cas had failed to stop him from becoming was threatening to crumble his insides with the heat of it.
All the things he wanted to ask. All the things Cas needed to know, all the things he had done and all the ways that Cas had failed Dean. It seethed inside him mixing the heat of anger with the coldness of loss and failure and all of it dripped from his question.
“Why Dean? Why ?”
Dean’s reply took him by surprise although he really should have expected it. Because it was Dean after all and even before he was a demon Dean had been quick witted, strike first ask questions later. So when the blast of demon power hit him it actually knocked Cas off his feet. Sending him flying back across the pavement and denting the metal of a dumpster with the force of the impact.
“Why? I should be the one asking you that Cas. Where were you? You stood by your angel buddies too long and left it to late to save Sam. And then you deserted me. left me to die at my own brothers hands.What the fuck did you expect me to do Cas?”
Dean railed at him throwing venom and hate asking him why too. Why Cas failed him? why hadn’t Cas saved him from the things that Lucifer did to him? Why seemed to be the question of the moment and Cas could not answer Deans questions anymore than Dean could truly answer Castiel's.
Cas ran his thumb across the trickle of blood that fell from the corner of his lip and moved. Angel fast with a flurry of wings and a glow of light, and he had closed the space between them. Grabbing Dean by the shirt front and slamming him just as hard into the concrete wall behind him. Pinning him with a thought as Dean kicked and hissed to be let go.
His vessels heart was racing and Cas could hear the incessant pounding of Dean's heart too. Warmth flowed through him, adrenaline mixed with something else. Eyes the blue of steel and jaw set, Cas raised his palm, hand hovering over Dean’s brow ready to deal the final blow and smite him to oblivion as black eyes watched.
Cas was uncertain why he hesitated but the look on Deans face in that split second before the demon realised he couldn’t do it and Dean’s face changed into a grin gave him pause. Cas needed to know. He needed to see. His hand moved down to Dean’s shoulder grabbing the shirt collar and yanking at it, ripping the material and revealing the mark on Dean’s arm. His mark.
Cas was standing so close to Dean that he could feel Dean’s heart beating against his chest his body warm and just as importantly alive. Cas couldn’t kill Dean couldn’t kill the human whom he had been charged with keeping safe. Cas had to try and save him. Try and bring back the dean that he had saved from hell. He had done it before and Cas hoped he could do it again.
Dean pressed against him as he struggled to get free and Cas could feel the demons power as he tried again and again to push him away. Dean had grabbed hold of Cas jacket and was pulling on It but it was useless. Cas was not about to let him go and Dean was not going anywhere.
Castiel grabbed hold of Dean’s face with his free hand holding Dean still as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Deans. A chill of sensation running through him as Cas tasted those soft lips. Dean’s dark eyes widened and for a moment Dean kept completely still. All the thrashing and trying to break free ceased and Cas lent closer. As he opened his mouth slightly and moved his mouth against Deans. It felt awkward and Dean made a noise like a moan and closed his eyes which Cas figured meant it was good. Which it was but It was nice to know that dean felt that way too.
Cas fingertips brushed across Deans cheek the stubble rough against his skin. He moved his hand lower down over Dean’s throat, his fingers following the line of his collar bone. Cas trails his tongue across Dean’s lips as he deepens the kiss. He could feel Deans heart beat faster and his skin was warm under his fingers as he slid his hand between the torn material and lined his palm up with the mark on Dean’s upper arm.
Its like being hit by lightening. The connection flowing between them from Cas hand through Dean and back through Cas lips. Dean’s eyes flash open and Cas sees the black bleed out of them, the hazel back wide and questioning. Cas wasn’t sure what it was either but it felt incredible.
Like light and heat and want and need and Dean was writhing against him. Pulling on Cas coat pulling him closer and moaning against his lips. Cas let his hold on Dean loose a little and he felt dean’s hands slide around his waist and pull his hips closer to him. The action making Dean’s hardness rub against his own and the lightening inside him filled the air around them with the crackle of static electricity.
The light above them showered sparks as Cas had difficulty raining in the raw energy that seemed to burn between them. He wanted to save Dean but it probably was not a good idea to do it here. He needed to make sure that he could save him. If Cas wanted him back he had to save him.
Keeping his palm pressed tightly and in line with the imprint on Dean’s arm Cas lets go of Deans shirt, raising his other hand and making two fingers. Hazel eyes watch him as he presses them to Deans forehead and the world falls away from them. Not just the world but their physical forms. Just Cas and Dean floating in a dark expanse of nothingness.
Cas let out a sigh, he had forgotten how beautiful Dean’s soul was, even when it is corrupted with the blackness of the demon that was and always would be a part of him. Dean still had the same beautiful hazel eyes and with Dean held close in his arms Cas could still make out the soft pattern of freckles that spread across his nose and cheeks.
Cas eyes travelled slowly across Dean's face and then down pausing a moment as he realises that Dean has wings. He didn’t have them the last time Cas had confronted the demon in this place. As Cas looked, Dean spread them out behind him. Large leathery wings black with a tinge of red through them.
“You like them? Their my reward for being loyal to my brother.”
Cas gasped as a leathery wing tip trails across his thigh and up along his spine. If Dean had not wanted this then Cas could be leaving himself vulnerable and he wasn’t entirely sure which of them was the stronger in this place where physical laws no longer applied. But then Dean leans in and kisses him his tongue sliding into Cas mouth and Cas is no longer doubtful if this is what Dean wants.
Cas spreads his own wings soft black feathers trailing over Dean’s supple form as Cas keeps his arms around him and holds him flush against the glow of his own self. His hand still pressed to the mark that seemed to ground Dean and keep him Dean. Not the vile black eyed thing that had writhed in his grip before.
Slowly but surely they entwined in each other, limbs tangling and wings moving, loving caresses and soft touch of feathers and leathery skin. Dean arched against him as Cas mouth explored his body and the golden glow that was Castiel glowed more brightly as Dean did the same, his mouth warm against the angel's skin.
Dean's wing tips trail up his sides sending shivers up his spine when one moves between them brushing softly across Cas arousal and it makes him struggle for air. the sensations of it like musical notes rattling in the most delicious way inside his brain.
“Oh Dean”
“Mmm Cas.”
Cas copies the movement, the tip of a feathered wing encircling Deans length and stroking it making Dean whimper and moan against his lips. He sees the colour begin to change in Dean the darkness change from black to the colour of earth and wood as Dean arches his back and begs him for more.
Their hips grind against each other. A sweet rub of friction and flesh over and over as wings move between them and around them. Cas finds Dean’s nipple and sucks it between his teeth as Dean whimpers in his arms. It was so beautiful being wrapped in Deans embrace in such an intimate way that it made his heart race. The beat of Dean’s heart like music against Castiel’s chest.
Heat pooled in Cas groin and was reflected in the hazel of Dean’s eyes. They moved heatedly against each other hearts racing to a staccato rhythm. Cas watched as Dean lost himself in the heat of what they were doing little veins of gold growing across the surface of his skin and the red fading from the wings. It was beautiful.
Cas licked across Dean’s throat primal need and heat making him growl as his lips made their way to Dean’s ear. Cas exhaled breathing across his ear as they both rubbed desperately against each other.
“I love you Dean.”
The gold glowed at the edges and it was like cracks in Dean's skin, light burning inside him trying to escape and Cas still kept his hand pressed to the mark on Dean’s shoulder. The heat grew in intensity between them as Dean writhed and shivered as Cas and Dean pushes his hips rocking back and forth as they ground their hips against each other.
Cas felt the coil of heat that was pooled in his groin stretch beyond the point of comfort and when Dean’s lips found his ear and whispered in his hot breathy voice like honey…
“I love you Cas.”
There was absolutely no way that Cas could contain it inside himself anymore. His wings shook, back arched, light glowed and Cas screamed. Dean’s name on his lips as lightening arced around them. Every nerve ending in Castiel’s body joining in the scream of ecstasy as his climax pulses from him like an electric current.
A few more desperate grinds of his hips and Dean followed suit his back arching and he screamed as the light glowed so brightly inside him that the grey and dark colours fell from him like cracked and peeling paint. The light growing so bright that even Castiel’s angel eyes closed against its brightness. The sereneness of it making his heart rejoice as he closed his wings around them both and he felt dean do the same.
“Cas?”
He isn’t sure how much time passes that he floats there in Dean’s arms before he heard his name. a whisper that made his heart leap. Not in the fact that it pulled him down trapping him in the confines of an awkward body where everything was confusing and he found it stifling to have the body press in and weigh him down. No, Cas re orients himself to the confines of the flesh and he remembered that it is because he is still entwined in the arms of the beautiful man he had just made love too.
Cas opened his eyes and all though everything around him was in darkness he could still see the hazel eyes as they watched him awkwardly. They were no longer floating in nothingness but back on earth standing fully clothed in the alley way. Cas was inside the confines of his vessel and Dean … Dean did not seem to be a demon any more.
“Cas…What…what did you just do to me?”
Dean’s voice was weighted with uncertainty and his arms slipped from around Castiel’s waist. Other than that he did not struggle or complain about Castiel invading his personal space or the fact that Cas had ruined the shirt that Cas personally considered his favourite to see dean wear. Dean’s brow creased with concern.
“You saved me Cas…how…how did you save me? I was a demon and now I'm.... I’m not anymore am i?”
Cas smiled at him the confusion in Dean’s eyes making his brow furrow in the cutest of ways. Cas let go of him and stepped back repairing the shirt with a little angel mojo so that Dean will wear it again and Cas can reminisce the fact it is the same shirt Dean wore when they first met.
Cas meets his gaze and smiles just slightly. not the same type of beautiful smile that Dean has where the corners of his eyes crinkle because if Cas smiled like that now it might make Dean concerned about just why he was smiling like that. But it is still a smile none the less and he nods.
“Do not worry yourself Dean. I simply raised you from perdition in the same manner that I did last time.”
FIN
Title: Like a touch from hell I feel how hot. or Raised you from Perdition
Recipient: morganoconner
Author: caz2y5
Rating: M for Man on angel goodness
Warnings: there are no swear words
Spoilers: Au from end of season 4 but all aired episodes just to be safe
Summary: Dean has become a demon and Cas takes it personally.
Author notes: first time I have written Cas POV. title from the Metallica song "that was just your life" both titles worked and i couldnt decide
The unthinkable had happened and Cas felt it like a pain in his chest before he even heard the beginnings of the whispers from Zachariah and the other angel’s. He knew even before the whispers asked him to go and confirm it that he would go and see for himself.
As the whispers grew louder it became more than just a pain in his chest and for once he desperately wished he could fall. if not just for the sake to no longer hear his brothers and sisters repeat the words Dean Winchester has fallen.
Of course Dean wasn’t dead. If Dean had been dead Zachariah would have just dragged him kicking and screaming back to life because Dean was important to the machinations of the trumped up leader. No this was much worse than Death. This hurt Cas to his very marrow and he couldn’t even begin to understand why.
Human feelings were still new to him but Cas understood most of the things he felt. What he was struggling to understand was why his mind knew that technically Dean was still alive and yet it also mourned the death of the Dean that had taught him to feel things in the first place.
One whole month Castiel had to wait for the opportunity to present itself where he could confront Dean. Confront him alone and find the answers he so desperately needed to understand. A month to realise that all that he needed to ask was why?
Dean was in an alley way outside a bar in Illinois when Cas finally managed to catch up with him. Managed to find him alone and with out Sam. Dean was far enough from Lucifer’s influence that Cas could confront him so that he could ask his questions with out fear of being interrupted.
Dean had his arm around a petite blond woman who looked just a little more drunk than she was smart. he wore one of his easy smile and that deep green shirt that made his eyes look like emeralds.
“Hello Castiel”
His voice was soft like honey and Castiel tilted his head, his expression blank even though his insides were arguing with his feet about this being a bad idea and he should probably turn and run in the opposite direction before Dean figures out why he is really here.
Castiel straightened his head and turned his gaze to the blond his voice dropping a full octave as he glares at her. Fully aware of what Dean was intending to do to the poor innocent girl and that it would definitely finish with her death.
“You should go.”
It wasn’t a statement. With the deep resonate tone of Castiel’s voice it was practically a threat. The blond didn’t even hesitate as she slid from Dean’s arms and practically ran back into the relative safety of the crowded bar. Dean growled and turned back to Castiel.
“That wasn’t very nice Cas. I had plans for her. Now I am going to have to find someone else to play with.”
The use of the familiar nickname hurt like a physical blow something akin to being kicked in the chest. Castiel wondered if Dean even realised and had done it on purpose but he severely doubted it. Dean seemed far too cocky to even notice. all he seemed to want was to indulge in base pleasures. To have the fun that Cas had obviously denied him by scaring away the girl.
The wind whipped up and Cas' coat billowed out behind him. It was the only movement and sound in the alleyway other than the flickering buzz of the street light above them. They stood there at the edges of the circle of light it cast on the ground around them. Ten paces from each other eyes locked and the rest of the world outside the light seemed to fade away.
It was a Mexican stand off at high noon, well maybe more like high three am. Both of them waiting for the other to make a move. If Cas had watched even half the spaghetti westerns that Dean had he would probably have seen the irony in the two of them standing there like that.
Dean grinned, black ink bleeding across the hazel and into the white of his eyes until there was nothing. They were nothing but black soulless windows that glared at Castiel. It was a deliberate twisting of the knife of his own failure in Castiel’s gut. When Lilith had died at Sam’s hand and Lucifer had been freed Sam had said yes and then Lucifer had done the unthinkable and twisted Dean into something that actually physically hurt Castiel to see.
It was a slap in the face to the all the things that Castiel had given up, the sacrifices he had made. Castiel had to face the fires of hell so he could find the Demon who had once been the hunter Dean Winchester and purify his soul. Cas still remembered the way it burned to touch Dean’s shoulder and the way they had held so close to each other when Cas had raised him from perdition.
Castiel had turned his back on his brothers so that Dean could save his own brother and they both had failed. Lucifer had twisted Dean back into that thing he had been in the pit black hearted, ruthless and cruel. Even from this distance Cas could see the traces of blood that stained the edges of Dean’s fingernails hinting at the dark things Dean had been doing since Sam had said yes.
Castiel’s mouth went dry and his fingers closed into fists at his sides as he licked at his too dry lips. A habit he had picked up from Dean. The anger at what Dean had allowed himself to become, what Cas had failed to stop him from becoming was threatening to crumble his insides with the heat of it.
All the things he wanted to ask. All the things Cas needed to know, all the things he had done and all the ways that Cas had failed Dean. It seethed inside him mixing the heat of anger with the coldness of loss and failure and all of it dripped from his question.
“Why Dean? Why ?”
Dean’s reply took him by surprise although he really should have expected it. Because it was Dean after all and even before he was a demon Dean had been quick witted, strike first ask questions later. So when the blast of demon power hit him it actually knocked Cas off his feet. Sending him flying back across the pavement and denting the metal of a dumpster with the force of the impact.
“Why? I should be the one asking you that Cas. Where were you? You stood by your angel buddies too long and left it to late to save Sam. And then you deserted me. left me to die at my own brothers hands.What the fuck did you expect me to do Cas?”
Dean railed at him throwing venom and hate asking him why too. Why Cas failed him? why hadn’t Cas saved him from the things that Lucifer did to him? Why seemed to be the question of the moment and Cas could not answer Deans questions anymore than Dean could truly answer Castiel's.
Cas ran his thumb across the trickle of blood that fell from the corner of his lip and moved. Angel fast with a flurry of wings and a glow of light, and he had closed the space between them. Grabbing Dean by the shirt front and slamming him just as hard into the concrete wall behind him. Pinning him with a thought as Dean kicked and hissed to be let go.
His vessels heart was racing and Cas could hear the incessant pounding of Dean's heart too. Warmth flowed through him, adrenaline mixed with something else. Eyes the blue of steel and jaw set, Cas raised his palm, hand hovering over Dean’s brow ready to deal the final blow and smite him to oblivion as black eyes watched.
Cas was uncertain why he hesitated but the look on Deans face in that split second before the demon realised he couldn’t do it and Dean’s face changed into a grin gave him pause. Cas needed to know. He needed to see. His hand moved down to Dean’s shoulder grabbing the shirt collar and yanking at it, ripping the material and revealing the mark on Dean’s arm. His mark.
Cas was standing so close to Dean that he could feel Dean’s heart beating against his chest his body warm and just as importantly alive. Cas couldn’t kill Dean couldn’t kill the human whom he had been charged with keeping safe. Cas had to try and save him. Try and bring back the dean that he had saved from hell. He had done it before and Cas hoped he could do it again.
Dean pressed against him as he struggled to get free and Cas could feel the demons power as he tried again and again to push him away. Dean had grabbed hold of Cas jacket and was pulling on It but it was useless. Cas was not about to let him go and Dean was not going anywhere.
Castiel grabbed hold of Dean’s face with his free hand holding Dean still as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Deans. A chill of sensation running through him as Cas tasted those soft lips. Dean’s dark eyes widened and for a moment Dean kept completely still. All the thrashing and trying to break free ceased and Cas lent closer. As he opened his mouth slightly and moved his mouth against Deans. It felt awkward and Dean made a noise like a moan and closed his eyes which Cas figured meant it was good. Which it was but It was nice to know that dean felt that way too.
Cas fingertips brushed across Deans cheek the stubble rough against his skin. He moved his hand lower down over Dean’s throat, his fingers following the line of his collar bone. Cas trails his tongue across Dean’s lips as he deepens the kiss. He could feel Deans heart beat faster and his skin was warm under his fingers as he slid his hand between the torn material and lined his palm up with the mark on Dean’s upper arm.
Its like being hit by lightening. The connection flowing between them from Cas hand through Dean and back through Cas lips. Dean’s eyes flash open and Cas sees the black bleed out of them, the hazel back wide and questioning. Cas wasn’t sure what it was either but it felt incredible.
Like light and heat and want and need and Dean was writhing against him. Pulling on Cas coat pulling him closer and moaning against his lips. Cas let his hold on Dean loose a little and he felt dean’s hands slide around his waist and pull his hips closer to him. The action making Dean’s hardness rub against his own and the lightening inside him filled the air around them with the crackle of static electricity.
The light above them showered sparks as Cas had difficulty raining in the raw energy that seemed to burn between them. He wanted to save Dean but it probably was not a good idea to do it here. He needed to make sure that he could save him. If Cas wanted him back he had to save him.
Keeping his palm pressed tightly and in line with the imprint on Dean’s arm Cas lets go of Deans shirt, raising his other hand and making two fingers. Hazel eyes watch him as he presses them to Deans forehead and the world falls away from them. Not just the world but their physical forms. Just Cas and Dean floating in a dark expanse of nothingness.
Cas let out a sigh, he had forgotten how beautiful Dean’s soul was, even when it is corrupted with the blackness of the demon that was and always would be a part of him. Dean still had the same beautiful hazel eyes and with Dean held close in his arms Cas could still make out the soft pattern of freckles that spread across his nose and cheeks.
Cas eyes travelled slowly across Dean's face and then down pausing a moment as he realises that Dean has wings. He didn’t have them the last time Cas had confronted the demon in this place. As Cas looked, Dean spread them out behind him. Large leathery wings black with a tinge of red through them.
“You like them? Their my reward for being loyal to my brother.”
Cas gasped as a leathery wing tip trails across his thigh and up along his spine. If Dean had not wanted this then Cas could be leaving himself vulnerable and he wasn’t entirely sure which of them was the stronger in this place where physical laws no longer applied. But then Dean leans in and kisses him his tongue sliding into Cas mouth and Cas is no longer doubtful if this is what Dean wants.
Cas spreads his own wings soft black feathers trailing over Dean’s supple form as Cas keeps his arms around him and holds him flush against the glow of his own self. His hand still pressed to the mark that seemed to ground Dean and keep him Dean. Not the vile black eyed thing that had writhed in his grip before.
Slowly but surely they entwined in each other, limbs tangling and wings moving, loving caresses and soft touch of feathers and leathery skin. Dean arched against him as Cas mouth explored his body and the golden glow that was Castiel glowed more brightly as Dean did the same, his mouth warm against the angel's skin.
Dean's wing tips trail up his sides sending shivers up his spine when one moves between them brushing softly across Cas arousal and it makes him struggle for air. the sensations of it like musical notes rattling in the most delicious way inside his brain.
“Oh Dean”
“Mmm Cas.”
Cas copies the movement, the tip of a feathered wing encircling Deans length and stroking it making Dean whimper and moan against his lips. He sees the colour begin to change in Dean the darkness change from black to the colour of earth and wood as Dean arches his back and begs him for more.
Their hips grind against each other. A sweet rub of friction and flesh over and over as wings move between them and around them. Cas finds Dean’s nipple and sucks it between his teeth as Dean whimpers in his arms. It was so beautiful being wrapped in Deans embrace in such an intimate way that it made his heart race. The beat of Dean’s heart like music against Castiel’s chest.
Heat pooled in Cas groin and was reflected in the hazel of Dean’s eyes. They moved heatedly against each other hearts racing to a staccato rhythm. Cas watched as Dean lost himself in the heat of what they were doing little veins of gold growing across the surface of his skin and the red fading from the wings. It was beautiful.
Cas licked across Dean’s throat primal need and heat making him growl as his lips made their way to Dean’s ear. Cas exhaled breathing across his ear as they both rubbed desperately against each other.
“I love you Dean.”
The gold glowed at the edges and it was like cracks in Dean's skin, light burning inside him trying to escape and Cas still kept his hand pressed to the mark on Dean’s shoulder. The heat grew in intensity between them as Dean writhed and shivered as Cas and Dean pushes his hips rocking back and forth as they ground their hips against each other.
Cas felt the coil of heat that was pooled in his groin stretch beyond the point of comfort and when Dean’s lips found his ear and whispered in his hot breathy voice like honey…
“I love you Cas.”
There was absolutely no way that Cas could contain it inside himself anymore. His wings shook, back arched, light glowed and Cas screamed. Dean’s name on his lips as lightening arced around them. Every nerve ending in Castiel’s body joining in the scream of ecstasy as his climax pulses from him like an electric current.
A few more desperate grinds of his hips and Dean followed suit his back arching and he screamed as the light glowed so brightly inside him that the grey and dark colours fell from him like cracked and peeling paint. The light growing so bright that even Castiel’s angel eyes closed against its brightness. The sereneness of it making his heart rejoice as he closed his wings around them both and he felt dean do the same.
“Cas?”
He isn’t sure how much time passes that he floats there in Dean’s arms before he heard his name. a whisper that made his heart leap. Not in the fact that it pulled him down trapping him in the confines of an awkward body where everything was confusing and he found it stifling to have the body press in and weigh him down. No, Cas re orients himself to the confines of the flesh and he remembered that it is because he is still entwined in the arms of the beautiful man he had just made love too.
Cas opened his eyes and all though everything around him was in darkness he could still see the hazel eyes as they watched him awkwardly. They were no longer floating in nothingness but back on earth standing fully clothed in the alley way. Cas was inside the confines of his vessel and Dean … Dean did not seem to be a demon any more.
“Cas…What…what did you just do to me?”
Dean’s voice was weighted with uncertainty and his arms slipped from around Castiel’s waist. Other than that he did not struggle or complain about Castiel invading his personal space or the fact that Cas had ruined the shirt that Cas personally considered his favourite to see dean wear. Dean’s brow creased with concern.
“You saved me Cas…how…how did you save me? I was a demon and now I'm.... I’m not anymore am i?”
Cas smiled at him the confusion in Dean’s eyes making his brow furrow in the cutest of ways. Cas let go of him and stepped back repairing the shirt with a little angel mojo so that Dean will wear it again and Cas can reminisce the fact it is the same shirt Dean wore when they first met.
Cas meets his gaze and smiles just slightly. not the same type of beautiful smile that Dean has where the corners of his eyes crinkle because if Cas smiled like that now it might make Dean concerned about just why he was smiling like that. But it is still a smile none the less and he nods.
“Do not worry yourself Dean. I simply raised you from perdition in the same manner that I did last time.”
FIN