[FIC] Cursed (1 of 2) for therealcaptain
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: Cursed
Author: otp_destiel
Recipient: therealcaptain
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, mild torture
Spoilers: up to and including season 5
Wordcount: 13,600
Excerpt: If he'd said it once, he'd said it a million times, but Dean hated witches. He really, /really/, hated witches.
Author notes: I hope you like this, therealcaptain and sorry about the bad title, but this fic just refused to be titled properly.
If he'd said it once, he'd said it a million times, but Dean hated witches. He really, really, hated witches.
With a passion.
And when there was more than one of them? Well then that was just exponentially worse. Especially when they went in thinking it was just two witches only to discover a whole coven of them. That said, they seemed to have been lucky enough to stumble across a coven not yet too deeply inured in the dark arts, either that or they'd simply never imagined they could find themselves in this kind of situation, confronted by two hunters and an angel. Okay, so he had to give them the latter, that was something they couldn't have foreseen, but the former? What, had they thought that they could simply do whatever they wished, hurt whomever they wanted, without any consequences? If so, then they'd been wrong, oh so very wrong.
Despite that, Dean knew only all too well that sometimes all it took was one worthy opponent to cause catastrophic damage. So, when he noticed one of the witches casting a spell at Sammy, he didn't even hesitate to throw himself at his brother, knocking him safely out of the way. He wasn't so fortunate himself though and screamed at the pain that exploded in his back. The horrified look on Castiel and Sam's faces was the last thing he saw before darkness swallowed him whole.
/
You're my favorite soul, have I told you that before?" Alastair said as he leaned in close, following the path his razor had just taken with his tongue.
"Your favorite?" Dean replied in disbelief, stopping to cough up blood. "Dude, I'd hate to see what you do to those you dislike!"
Alastair roared with laughter. "See, that's what I love about you, Deano, you've been here eleven years now and yet you still have such fire in you, such endearing defiance."
"Endearing, great, that's what I've always dreamed of being."
This only seemed to amuse Alastair even more and while Dean hated that he was voluntarily entertaining the demon, he couldn't argue much with the reality of a happy Alastair that wasn't slicing into him or torturing him in some other way.
"Do you even have any concept of how short of a time it normally takes for a new soul to break here when given my personal attention?"
"Not particularly interested."
"Six years, Dean, a mere six years."
Dean snorted. "Right, like I'm gonna believe that. What, you think if I believe that I've already outlasted almost everyone else, I'll just up and give in?"
"And oh so clever," Alastair said, pleased. "You're a real challenge, I have to rethink everything, and you know what? I like it! I knew you'd be fun from the moment I first laid eyes on you."
"Again, that's what I'd always hoped to achieve when I grew up."
"Such beautiful defiance, but make no mistake, Deano, you too will break. You too will give in and take up my offer."
"Never."
Somewhere along the line, Dean had lost track of Alastair's razor and that proved to be a mistake. He screamed as it was plunged into his chest.
/
The rack crackled with energy, bringing him a new soul, a new victim, and Dean suppressed the shudder of horror that still raced through him at the sound. For decades that sound had heralded the start of another torture session and he found it was a hard association to break. Though, he mused, it still heralded a torture session, just not his. Not anymore.
Dean carefully selected one of his highly polished tools (Dad had drilled the habit into him far too well for it to fade even here and now) and turned to face his new playmate.
/
Pain. Pleasure. Blood. Screams. Sulfur. Fire.
The sensations and stimuli- visual, auditory, tactile- coalesced and blurred together in a steady bombardment and Dean groaned, trying to break away from it all and couldn't. He writhed and convulsed on the bed, twisting the sheets and sending the blankets and pillows tumbling to the floor with the desperate jerking of his limbs. His eyes moved rapidly behind his closed eyelids and sweat soaked his skin.
Dean woke with a scream, shooting into an upright position and nearly tumbling from the bed with the violence of the movement despite it being a queen. His eyes frantically searched the room as his heart raced a mile a minute in his chest and he fought for air.
What the Hell had just happened?
The last thing he remembered was breaking into the witch's house only to discover that instead of two of them, they were up against an entire coven. There had been fighting, he remembered that much, but after that things all started to get a bit hazy. He had a vague recollection of thinking that they were lucky, as most of the witches didn't seem that experienced, yet he'd clearly been wrong on that account. Somehow, one of them must have gotten him as things obviously hadn't gone according to plan. If he had to guess, he'd been hit with a spell of some kind, a nightmare inducing one if he didn't miss his guess. Nothing too fancy or high level, but quite nasty nonetheless, as he could now attest from personal experience.
So, yeah, unpleasant, but not life threatening or anything like that. Still, Dean had to wonder where his brother and the angel were. He was pretty sure that the best thing for a nightmare curse was simply to let it run its course, but he would have expected to at least find Sam watching over him and maybe even Castiel and yet neither were anywhere to be seen.
"Sam? Cas?"
The only response he got was the sound of traffic on the highway that ran alongside the motel. What was going on here? Had they failed to get all of the witches and had Castiel brought him back while he and Sam dealt with them? The thought had him on his feet, fishing his cell phone from his jacket that was slung over the back of one of the chairs in the room.
"Dean."
Sam sounded as relieved as Dean felt to hear his brother's voice and know that he was okay enough to answer his phone. "Dude, what the hell happened?"
"You were cursed."
"Yes, that part I figured out on my own. What I meant was where are you guys? Did some of them get away?"
"What, the witches?" Sam asked, sounding distracted. "No, we got them all. Cas went a little nuts after that one cursed you."
"So then what are you doing?"
Why aren't you here was the question Dean really wanted to ask but didn't dare. They'd gotten a lot better since Lucifer rose, but sometimes he still hesitated.
"The last witch managed to curse Cas before he got her."
"What? Is he alright? Wait, does it affect angels like it does humans? They don't sleep."
"Huh? Oh, the last witch didn't use the same curse on Cas that the other on used on you. She was more powerful and able to cast more than just a low level curse."
"Shit, is he alright?" Dean demanded, his imagination already running wild.
"Well, his not being human has helped as it can't kill him and he's better able to resist it, but I think it could still drive him mad if we don't manage to break it soon."
Dean swore. "What kind of curse? What's it do-"
"No, Cas, wait," Sam's voice sounded further away as if he'd lowered the phone away from his mouth. "You need to take your coat off."
"What?" Dean demanded, alarm growing. "Sam, what's going on?"
"Crap, look Dean, I gotta go."
"Now just wait a min-"
"We're at that bar we saw on the way into town. The Calbar, get a taxi and join us."
"A taxi?!" Dean exclaimed but it was already too late, his little brother had hung up on him.
What on Earth was going on here? And Sam had better not have hurt his baby!
A quick glance out of the window confirmed Dean's suspicion that his brother had taken the Impala to the bar as she was missing from the motel parking lot.
"Great."
Not only had he just been cursed to relive some of his worst memories ever, but now Cas was cursed as well and Sam had made off with the Impala. Could this day get any worse? Knowing their luck lately, the answer was almost definitely yes and he absently wondered if he'd run into Lucifer on the way to the bar. That would just figure, or perhaps it would be Michael. Or both.
And what the hell were Sam and Cas doing in a bar that was, unless he very much missed his guess, a mixed scene? He definitely thought he'd caught a glimpse of the telltale signs out of the corner of his eyes while driving past. Had Sam even realized it? His anxiety was growing by the minute as he desperately tried to figure out what curses could be lethal to humans but cause an angel to go insane. Quickly he grabbed his stuff and dashed to the reception to request a taxi. He was too worried about what was going on to even think about trying to disguise his destination from the driver as he normally might have and he received a second look from the man when he gave the bar name. He ignored it and tried to resist the temptation to try calling his brother back and demanding some answers. Some things were better explained in person and he was starting to think that this might well be one of them.
Besides, a part of Dean was afraid that he wouldn't like the answers he received. What could drive an angel insane? And what if they couldn't break the curse in time? Then Castiel would have lost everything because of him. For he was the one who'd asked him to rebel against Heaven and he was thus the reason Cas wasn't at full strength. He was sure that if the angel were still in contact with the Host that he'd have shrugged the curse right off. Not to mention that all of that was on top of the fact that he'd been the one to ask Castiel along, thinking that taking part in such an easy hunt where the angel could clearly and immediately see the good he was doing would help cheer him up from the funk he'd fallen into recently.
Once at the bar, Dean quickly paid the driver before hurrying inside. The moment his eyes adjusted to the light, he started scanning the place, looking for either his brother or Castiel. He found the angel first and froze in shock at the sight he beheld. Cas was sitting at the bar, a barely touched drink in hand, facing a guy who was standing far too close to him. The first thing that registered with Dean is that, somewhere along the line, Castiel had taken off his trench coat and suit jacket so he was now dressed in just the dress shirt, the sleeves of which had been rolled up. The first few buttons had also been undone and the tie was missing.
The sight made Dean swallow hard as it threatened to conjure up all kinds of images that he knew he shouldn't be thinking of, not with an Angel of the Lord. Who knew how much trouble he could get in just for dreaming about it, let alone thinking about it during the daytime? He was sure there was a special place reserved in Hell for those who lusted after angels. What the hell was Castiel doing dressed like that anyway?
The thought vanished when the expression on the angel's face registered with Dean. Castiel looked almost terrified. It was something that he'd seen only once before and that had been in that brothel all those months ago, when he'd tried to get the angel laid. The thought had barely even occurred to him and he was already moving, suddenly realizing exactly what was going on here. The guy was hitting on Cas, he was hitting on his angel, his virgin angel who'd shown absolutely no interest in really doing anything about changing that fact. If anything, Castiel had seemed to want to avoid having sex if the incident in the brothel was any indication.
So why on Earth was he letting this guy chat him up now? Normally Dean would be tempted to say that the angel had no clue what was going on, but that expression said otherwise. And now that he was looking, he felt all of his protective instincts kick into overdrive. That guy was a predator, he could see it in the way he moved and was looking at Cas, as if he was his next meal. Although he hadn't indulged his desire for his own gender often, he'd been with guys enough to be able to tell which ones to watch out for. It was all in the details and this one was definitely one of those he'd only go after if he was in the mood for a little pain with his pleasure.
No way that creep was getting his paws on Castiel. Not so long as Dean had anything to say about it. And where the hell was Sam anyway?
"I've got a place not too far from here, what do you say, pretty?" the man was asking.
"I don't think so," Dean said smoothly as he stepped right up to the angel.
"Dean."
Just like that, Castiel's fear seemed to wash away and the angel turned his attention away from the guy and towards him. "Cas."
The guy's eyes narrowed as they flicked between the two of them and Dean casually reached out for the glass Castiel held and the angel gave it to him easily. The simple action seemed to anger Mr. Predator, just as he'd intended and it was all he could do not to smile. Castiel may have no idea what he was doing, but he'd played his part just fine.
"And you are?" Dean asked, finally meeting the guy's eyes.
"With him for the evening," Mr. Predator responded, indicating Castiel.
"Oh, I don't think so."
"That's not up to you to decide. Besides, what you gonna do about it?"
The implied threat had Dean tensing, ready to kick the guy's ass if he so much as looked at the angel wrong. "Cas, you wanna go back to this guy's room?"
"No."
"See? Now be a good boy and run along now."
Dean knew the words would infuriate Mr. Predator and he was almost hoping the guy would give him a chance to deck him. He really, really wanted to punch something right now but knew he'd only get kicked out if he didn't have a damn good reason for doing so and while he normally wouldn't care too much about it, now it would mean leaving Castiel alone with this guy.
As expected, the guy tensed and looked like he was ready to try and jump Dean when suddenly Sam appeared at his side. Finally, where the hell had he been?
"Problem, Dean?" Sam's voice was carefully balanced between inquiry and boredom, as if his older brother got into this kind of situation all of the time.
Dean resisted the urge to smirk, not taking his eyes off Mr. Predator for an instant. "No, Sammy, this guy was just leaving."
Mr. Predator looked like he might protest for a moment, but then his eyes glanced up at Sam and back at Dean before moving to Castiel. He did a double take when he looked at the angel and Dean could only assume that Cas had lost the frightened and easy target look and gone into soldier mood given the way the situation had changed and he knew from experience how intimidating that look could be. With one last glare at him, Mr. Predator turned and stalked away, rage clear in every line of his body and he made a mental note to be careful when they left the bar that evening, just in case he decided to try and jump them.
"Dude, what the hell?" Sam demanded, turning on him. "What were you thinking?
"Excuse me?" Dean replied, stunned. "What was I thinking? What were you thinking, letting that creep near Cas?"
"We were trying to break the-" Sam suddenly cut off, looking around them and all of the attention their little altercation had attracted. "Let's go sit down."
The only reason that Dean allowed Sam to lead him away was because Castiel was already moving and he didn't want to let the angel out of his sight just yet, not after what had so nearly happened. What the hell was his brother thinking? Could he really not leave the two of them alone? Sam was supposed to be the smart one of their group! Once they reached the booth his brother had claimed, Dean slid in beside the angel, ensuring that no one could get at him.
"How the hell does letting some creep at Cas help you break the curse?"
"Because he needs to have sex!" Sam hissed, though he did so quietly.
Dean could only sputter in response, eyes growing impossible wide as he stared at his brother in shock. He would have been sure that Sam was pulling his leg, but his brother's face was far too serious for that. He knew what Sam looked like when trying to pull a con and this wasn't it. Besides, Castiel wasn't protesting in the slightest.
"Sex?" Dean managed to question, voice far higher then he'd like.
"Yes."
He blinked a few times before the puzzle pieces started to come together. "Wait, are you saying the witch cast a fuck-or-die curse on Cas?"
"Yeah."
Dean goggled for a moment, but he could see how that could drive an angel insane if it wasn't strong enough to kill him. Those things were nasty, designed to drive the victim wild with lust to the point of death if they didn't get any. He shivered as he recalled some of the corpses from a case he'd worked with Dad years ago, where the witch had locked up her victims before cursing them so they had no way of breaking her spell. But none of that explained the most pressing question he had.
"So why'd you bring him here? Why not just take him to the nearest bar so he can pick up an easy girl?"
"I was going to, but, well, see... Cas, he..."
"Cas, what, Sam?"
"I would prefer to have sex with a man rather than a woman," Castiel stated simply.
Dean's head swiveled to look at the angel, not believing his ears. "You what?"
"I would pre-"
"He's gay," Sam interrupted, suddenly seeming to have found his voice again now that the truth was out there.
Dean frowned, wondering why his brother had been so hesitant, he didn't think Sammy was prejudiced, though they'd never really discussed it before. From the way Sam was watching him, however, he suddenly realized that his little brother hadn't quite been sure where he stood on the issue. Wasn't that ironic? Oh, well, it was his own fault for never telling his family that he swung both ways, but he'd never quite known how to bring it up. They'd never been big on sharing or talking about their feelings.
"Gay, okay, that still doesn't explain why you thought it was a good idea to let a creep like that guy near him," Dean said. "What were you thinking?"
"Why do you keep calling him a creep?"
"Because he was thinking of hurting Cas for fun."
"What?!" Sam exclaimed.
Castiel stiffened beside him and Dean turned to really look at him. He'd purposefully kept his earlier glance after Cas' little declaration short, afraid his glee at the knowledge that not only was the angel interested in sex, but he was interested enough to a preference. A male preference. Perhaps things weren't as hopeless as they'd seemed? But, no, surely if Castiel liked him like that he'd know, the angel wasn't exactly known to be subtle.
"He's someone who gets off on pain," Dean explained. "And why couldn't you tell that, Cas?"
"I did not think it a good idea to pry, not after what happened the last time."
"And speaking of the last time," Sam began. "What was that, Dean? I mean, a brothel, really?"
Dean stiffened at the criticism. "He thought he was going to die."
"So you, of course, thought a prostitute was exactly what he needed."
"I figured it was better than letting him stumble his way through trying to pick up some chick who wouldn't even try and make it good for him. Besides, with a brothel you don't run the risk of picking up a creep."
"That's not what I meant. Cas thought he was going to die and you try and corrupt him with sex."
"It was better than letting him sit around and mope, though I'm sure that would have been your first choice."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
The sudden, uncomfortable jerking motion from the angel beside him returned Dean's focus to Castiel.
Now that he knew what was going on, he could see that the angel's posture was stiffer then it had been in a long time and that there was a coiled tension about him. It was almost as if he was in pain and trying to control it.
Shit.
"Look, if you have any bright ideas, then we'd love to hear them," Sam said. "But, if not, then Cas needs to go back to the bar and look available. This is only going to get worse until it drives him mad if we don't break the curse soon."
Dean sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to decide whether he would be taking advantage of the situation and his best friend if he were to use the opportunity to fulfill a fantasy. He'd been intending to keep his desire to himself and not risk losing the angel who'd come to mean more to him then almost anyone else, but the thought of someone else touching Castiel...
It set him on edge and made him want to hit something. Add to that the fact that whoever Castiel went off with wouldn't be looking for more than a quickie and it was nearly unbearable. Cas deserved so much more then that and at least he'd be able to ensure that the angel was treated right if nothing else. Even if it made their friendship awkward or made him want Castiel even more, that alone would be worth it. Well, if Cas was okay with that.
"Okay, what kind of guys do you like, Cas?"
"Oh for-, Dean!" Sam exclaimed.
Dean ignored him, focusing his attention solely on the angel who seemed to be looking anywhere but at him. Okay, so he got that this made Castiel uncomfortable, but they didn't exactly have the luxury of indulging those types of feelings right now. "You gotta have a preference. Blonds, brunette, red heads?"
"I-" Castiel began, glancing towards Sam for help.
"Dean," Sam said faithfully.
What? It wasn't like he was the bad guy here, he'd just wanted to make sure that he wasn't repulsive to Castiel in that way. Though it pained him to think of that, Dean had wanted to check if he could before he offered. But, as he'd thought earlier, they didn't exactly have the time for this, not if waiting was hurting Castiel. They'd do this and then he'd deal with whatever the fall out was for himself later. He'd survived Cassie's rejection, he could deal with Cas' disinterest. After all, it wasn't the same thing, now was it? He'd never had Castiel to begin with so he should see this as an opportunity to indulge a fantasy before he locked it up tight.
"I'll do it."
There, Dean had said the words and now he just had to deal with whatever came next. Surprisingly, Sam didn't respond with a loud, "What?!" as expected and a glance at his brother showed him to be shocked speechless, mouth hanging up. Castiel, meanwhile, had frozen in place, eyes wide and locked on him now. It was all he could do not to squirm in his seat, he'd never liked being the center of attention like this.
"Dean," Sam finally seemed to find his voice though he clearly didn't know what else to say.
"Well, if Cas doesn't mind, that is," Dean added, figuring he should give the angel an out if he wanted it.
"Dean, this is madness," Sam stated. "Sex with men isn't like sex with women."
"Yeah, I know."
Something about his tone must have conveyed what he'd intended it to as Sam sputtered gracelessly. "You're bi?"
Well, who knew, Sammy's college education was good for something. "Yeah."
"Wha... Why didn't I know? Why didn't you tell me?"
"You're the one who's always complaining about my over sharing."
"Dude, that's about the details, not about something like this!"
Dean shrugged. "It just never came up."
"It just never came up," Sam repeated dumbly.
"Yeah."
What more did Sam want? Surely his bother must realize he didn't talk about these kinds of things.
"You would do that?" Castiel asked.
"Of course I would," Dean replied, eyes softening as he looked at the angel.
The expression on Castiel's face was one he'd never seen before and Dean couldn't immediately figure it out. Not entirely, though he thought he could detect hope and relief in his eyes. Well, that was good, it was definitely better than the distain or disgust he'd been afraid of even if it wasn't what he might of dreamed of seeing. Interested in men or not, Castiel was still an angel who'd never voluntarily sought out sex and was only pressed into this by some goddamn witch's spell.
"Why?"
"You're my friend and you my need help. Besides, no one you pick up here will take things slow enough like a first time deserves."
"I need another drink," Sam declared getting up. "Or ten."
Dean couldn't really blame his brother for that sentiment. Though he was always pestering Sam to get laid more often, he in no way, shape or form needed to know the details of those encounters, no matter how much he reveled in providing those same details from his own encounters to his brother. Big brother privileges and all.
That same expression was still on Castiel's face as the angel regarded him with that intense gaze of his. For once Dean didn't fight his natural reaction to the angel's attention as he waited for a response. Although he intended to ensure that this was done right for Cas, he was going to enjoy it far more than he should, so resisting it was useless.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Dean?"
"Cas, I already said yes," Dean replied. "You were there helping us when you got cursed, protecting me, so it's only fair that I help you get out of this." The angel looked perturbed by this and Dean rushed on to continue. "Besides, you know I really like sex anyway and I like guys as well as girls, so it's not exactly something I don't like doing. Not to mention the fact that I've tried to introduce you to sex before, so it's almost fitting that I do this now."
Dean couldn't read the expression on Castiel's face again and he didn't like it. He got that the angel didn't want him to have to do something he didn't want to, but that was so far from being an issue here that it wasn't even funny. He just didn't know how to make that clear to Castiel without coming right out and saying it and he'd really rather not have to do that. Not only did he hate talking about his feelings, but he just wasn't sure how the angel would react to that particular revelation and he was loath to make things more complicated then they already were. Especially since it was most likely that Castiel didn't feel that same way about him and that would just make things awkward.
"Very well."
Okay, not the world's most enthusiastic response ever, but Dean could deal with that. Especially when Castiel's posture was getting more rigid and uncomfortable by the minute. First they had to deal with this goddamn curse, then he could worry about whatever the consequences to both himself and Cas would be.
"Good."
He was just about to slide out of his seat when something else occurred to Dean. If this curse could only be broken by having sex, then it made sense that touch was important. Acting on instinct, he turned back to face the angel who was still watching him closely and reached out for his hand. Castiel merely watched him until his hand actually made contact with the angel's, at that point Castiel drew in a sharp breath and his eyes opened wide.
Dean felt fury rise within him at the witch at the reaction. Castiel hardly ever showed any emotion, so for him to do so now, at such a simple touch that wasn't even remotely sexual in nature... well it proved how much the curse was affecting him. Of how much pain he was in already. They had to take care of this now.
"Shit, Cas, why didn't you say something before?"
"There was no point, Sam already knew it was affecting me and we were attempting to find a solution."
"Yeah, but still, it's not good to hide how bad it is," Dean persisted. "He would have done more if he'd known how urgent it was."
"I did not think that would be fair to him, he was already doing all that he could to help."
Dean bit back the urge to say more, knowing that time was not something they had a lot of right now. Not if it was this bad already.
"Besides, I was not aware that something as simple as such a touch could provide so much relief."
Neither had Dean to be honest. Yeah, he'd expected it to provide some relief, hence the reason he'd reached out in the first place, but he'd assumed it would just be something small that the angel could focus on until they got back to the motel room and could really get down to business, but not this. Not that he was complaining or anything, but it was strange. Oh, well, he could figure it out later, right now he had to focus on breaking the damn curse so Castiel stopped hurting.
"Come on," Dean said, drawing the angel's eyes from their hands back to his face. "Let's go."
This time, Dean actually managed to get up, though he took care not to lose contact with the angel. As soon as Castiel had gotten to his feet, he laced their fingers together, briefly thankful that this was a gay pride bar so he didn't have to worry about attracting any unwanted or hateful attention. He did feel eyes on him but it felt like it would in any normal bar, so he just ignored them rather then seeing if any of them interested him enough to respond.
Instead, Dean glanced about for his brother and caught sight of Sam at the bar, a large glass of something in his hand. He couldn't immediately make out what it was, but he was just thankful it wasn't one of those girly frou-frou drinks Sammy pretended he didn't like but which he knew his brother quite enjoyed. It was ironic, really, as he was the one was who at least partially gay.
Sam's eyes widened as he caught sight of them and Dean figured that his brother hadn't thought he'd been serious in his offer. That or he still couldn't believe what was happening, not that he could blame him, it was all happening rather quickly. Sam's eyes drifted down to their intertwined hands and widened before they darted back up to look at him. He didn't need more then a single glance to tell that his brother had figured out how bad things were. The look he received after that was one he recognized from hunts and it made something relax inside of him. If Sammy was wishing them luck, then things were okay between them even if it was clear his little brother didn't want to know any more then he absolutely needed to.
The thought made Dean smile as all the ways in which he could tease his brother rose to the top of his mind. Now that his true sexual orientation was out in the open, he could comment on guys as well as girls just to see how much he could make Sam squirm. Speaking of squirming, though, he could feel Castiel start to shift uncomfortably beside him and he returned his attention to the angel.
"You alright?" Dean inquired, squeezing his hand as he lead them towards the exit.
"The curse is intensifying."
"You wanna zap us back to the motel?"
"You do not like that very much."
"Not, but if you need this now, then we can do it."
"That is okay, I can wait a little longer."
Dean glanced at the angel, trying to judge whether or not Castiel was humoring him. It didn't look like it, but just because they were driving back didn't mean that he couldn't do anything for his soon to be lover. And if that didn't send a jolt of arousal through him, he didn't know what would. At least the urgency of the curse would give him a reason to dive into things as quickly as possible. It would hopefully also take any of the possible awkwardness out of the situation. Not to mention that if Castiel had any possible issues with him as a sexual partner, they would be swept away by the sheer need he felt to fuck or be fucked.
Part Two
Title: Cursed
Author: otp_destiel
Recipient: therealcaptain
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, mild torture
Spoilers: up to and including season 5
Wordcount: 13,600
Excerpt: If he'd said it once, he'd said it a million times, but Dean hated witches. He really, /really/, hated witches.
Author notes: I hope you like this, therealcaptain and sorry about the bad title, but this fic just refused to be titled properly.
If he'd said it once, he'd said it a million times, but Dean hated witches. He really, really, hated witches.
With a passion.
And when there was more than one of them? Well then that was just exponentially worse. Especially when they went in thinking it was just two witches only to discover a whole coven of them. That said, they seemed to have been lucky enough to stumble across a coven not yet too deeply inured in the dark arts, either that or they'd simply never imagined they could find themselves in this kind of situation, confronted by two hunters and an angel. Okay, so he had to give them the latter, that was something they couldn't have foreseen, but the former? What, had they thought that they could simply do whatever they wished, hurt whomever they wanted, without any consequences? If so, then they'd been wrong, oh so very wrong.
Despite that, Dean knew only all too well that sometimes all it took was one worthy opponent to cause catastrophic damage. So, when he noticed one of the witches casting a spell at Sammy, he didn't even hesitate to throw himself at his brother, knocking him safely out of the way. He wasn't so fortunate himself though and screamed at the pain that exploded in his back. The horrified look on Castiel and Sam's faces was the last thing he saw before darkness swallowed him whole.
/
You're my favorite soul, have I told you that before?" Alastair said as he leaned in close, following the path his razor had just taken with his tongue.
"Your favorite?" Dean replied in disbelief, stopping to cough up blood. "Dude, I'd hate to see what you do to those you dislike!"
Alastair roared with laughter. "See, that's what I love about you, Deano, you've been here eleven years now and yet you still have such fire in you, such endearing defiance."
"Endearing, great, that's what I've always dreamed of being."
This only seemed to amuse Alastair even more and while Dean hated that he was voluntarily entertaining the demon, he couldn't argue much with the reality of a happy Alastair that wasn't slicing into him or torturing him in some other way.
"Do you even have any concept of how short of a time it normally takes for a new soul to break here when given my personal attention?"
"Not particularly interested."
"Six years, Dean, a mere six years."
Dean snorted. "Right, like I'm gonna believe that. What, you think if I believe that I've already outlasted almost everyone else, I'll just up and give in?"
"And oh so clever," Alastair said, pleased. "You're a real challenge, I have to rethink everything, and you know what? I like it! I knew you'd be fun from the moment I first laid eyes on you."
"Again, that's what I'd always hoped to achieve when I grew up."
"Such beautiful defiance, but make no mistake, Deano, you too will break. You too will give in and take up my offer."
"Never."
Somewhere along the line, Dean had lost track of Alastair's razor and that proved to be a mistake. He screamed as it was plunged into his chest.
/
The rack crackled with energy, bringing him a new soul, a new victim, and Dean suppressed the shudder of horror that still raced through him at the sound. For decades that sound had heralded the start of another torture session and he found it was a hard association to break. Though, he mused, it still heralded a torture session, just not his. Not anymore.
Dean carefully selected one of his highly polished tools (Dad had drilled the habit into him far too well for it to fade even here and now) and turned to face his new playmate.
/
Pain. Pleasure. Blood. Screams. Sulfur. Fire.
The sensations and stimuli- visual, auditory, tactile- coalesced and blurred together in a steady bombardment and Dean groaned, trying to break away from it all and couldn't. He writhed and convulsed on the bed, twisting the sheets and sending the blankets and pillows tumbling to the floor with the desperate jerking of his limbs. His eyes moved rapidly behind his closed eyelids and sweat soaked his skin.
Dean woke with a scream, shooting into an upright position and nearly tumbling from the bed with the violence of the movement despite it being a queen. His eyes frantically searched the room as his heart raced a mile a minute in his chest and he fought for air.
What the Hell had just happened?
The last thing he remembered was breaking into the witch's house only to discover that instead of two of them, they were up against an entire coven. There had been fighting, he remembered that much, but after that things all started to get a bit hazy. He had a vague recollection of thinking that they were lucky, as most of the witches didn't seem that experienced, yet he'd clearly been wrong on that account. Somehow, one of them must have gotten him as things obviously hadn't gone according to plan. If he had to guess, he'd been hit with a spell of some kind, a nightmare inducing one if he didn't miss his guess. Nothing too fancy or high level, but quite nasty nonetheless, as he could now attest from personal experience.
So, yeah, unpleasant, but not life threatening or anything like that. Still, Dean had to wonder where his brother and the angel were. He was pretty sure that the best thing for a nightmare curse was simply to let it run its course, but he would have expected to at least find Sam watching over him and maybe even Castiel and yet neither were anywhere to be seen.
"Sam? Cas?"
The only response he got was the sound of traffic on the highway that ran alongside the motel. What was going on here? Had they failed to get all of the witches and had Castiel brought him back while he and Sam dealt with them? The thought had him on his feet, fishing his cell phone from his jacket that was slung over the back of one of the chairs in the room.
"Dean."
Sam sounded as relieved as Dean felt to hear his brother's voice and know that he was okay enough to answer his phone. "Dude, what the hell happened?"
"You were cursed."
"Yes, that part I figured out on my own. What I meant was where are you guys? Did some of them get away?"
"What, the witches?" Sam asked, sounding distracted. "No, we got them all. Cas went a little nuts after that one cursed you."
"So then what are you doing?"
Why aren't you here was the question Dean really wanted to ask but didn't dare. They'd gotten a lot better since Lucifer rose, but sometimes he still hesitated.
"The last witch managed to curse Cas before he got her."
"What? Is he alright? Wait, does it affect angels like it does humans? They don't sleep."
"Huh? Oh, the last witch didn't use the same curse on Cas that the other on used on you. She was more powerful and able to cast more than just a low level curse."
"Shit, is he alright?" Dean demanded, his imagination already running wild.
"Well, his not being human has helped as it can't kill him and he's better able to resist it, but I think it could still drive him mad if we don't manage to break it soon."
Dean swore. "What kind of curse? What's it do-"
"No, Cas, wait," Sam's voice sounded further away as if he'd lowered the phone away from his mouth. "You need to take your coat off."
"What?" Dean demanded, alarm growing. "Sam, what's going on?"
"Crap, look Dean, I gotta go."
"Now just wait a min-"
"We're at that bar we saw on the way into town. The Calbar, get a taxi and join us."
"A taxi?!" Dean exclaimed but it was already too late, his little brother had hung up on him.
What on Earth was going on here? And Sam had better not have hurt his baby!
A quick glance out of the window confirmed Dean's suspicion that his brother had taken the Impala to the bar as she was missing from the motel parking lot.
"Great."
Not only had he just been cursed to relive some of his worst memories ever, but now Cas was cursed as well and Sam had made off with the Impala. Could this day get any worse? Knowing their luck lately, the answer was almost definitely yes and he absently wondered if he'd run into Lucifer on the way to the bar. That would just figure, or perhaps it would be Michael. Or both.
And what the hell were Sam and Cas doing in a bar that was, unless he very much missed his guess, a mixed scene? He definitely thought he'd caught a glimpse of the telltale signs out of the corner of his eyes while driving past. Had Sam even realized it? His anxiety was growing by the minute as he desperately tried to figure out what curses could be lethal to humans but cause an angel to go insane. Quickly he grabbed his stuff and dashed to the reception to request a taxi. He was too worried about what was going on to even think about trying to disguise his destination from the driver as he normally might have and he received a second look from the man when he gave the bar name. He ignored it and tried to resist the temptation to try calling his brother back and demanding some answers. Some things were better explained in person and he was starting to think that this might well be one of them.
Besides, a part of Dean was afraid that he wouldn't like the answers he received. What could drive an angel insane? And what if they couldn't break the curse in time? Then Castiel would have lost everything because of him. For he was the one who'd asked him to rebel against Heaven and he was thus the reason Cas wasn't at full strength. He was sure that if the angel were still in contact with the Host that he'd have shrugged the curse right off. Not to mention that all of that was on top of the fact that he'd been the one to ask Castiel along, thinking that taking part in such an easy hunt where the angel could clearly and immediately see the good he was doing would help cheer him up from the funk he'd fallen into recently.
Once at the bar, Dean quickly paid the driver before hurrying inside. The moment his eyes adjusted to the light, he started scanning the place, looking for either his brother or Castiel. He found the angel first and froze in shock at the sight he beheld. Cas was sitting at the bar, a barely touched drink in hand, facing a guy who was standing far too close to him. The first thing that registered with Dean is that, somewhere along the line, Castiel had taken off his trench coat and suit jacket so he was now dressed in just the dress shirt, the sleeves of which had been rolled up. The first few buttons had also been undone and the tie was missing.
The sight made Dean swallow hard as it threatened to conjure up all kinds of images that he knew he shouldn't be thinking of, not with an Angel of the Lord. Who knew how much trouble he could get in just for dreaming about it, let alone thinking about it during the daytime? He was sure there was a special place reserved in Hell for those who lusted after angels. What the hell was Castiel doing dressed like that anyway?
The thought vanished when the expression on the angel's face registered with Dean. Castiel looked almost terrified. It was something that he'd seen only once before and that had been in that brothel all those months ago, when he'd tried to get the angel laid. The thought had barely even occurred to him and he was already moving, suddenly realizing exactly what was going on here. The guy was hitting on Cas, he was hitting on his angel, his virgin angel who'd shown absolutely no interest in really doing anything about changing that fact. If anything, Castiel had seemed to want to avoid having sex if the incident in the brothel was any indication.
So why on Earth was he letting this guy chat him up now? Normally Dean would be tempted to say that the angel had no clue what was going on, but that expression said otherwise. And now that he was looking, he felt all of his protective instincts kick into overdrive. That guy was a predator, he could see it in the way he moved and was looking at Cas, as if he was his next meal. Although he hadn't indulged his desire for his own gender often, he'd been with guys enough to be able to tell which ones to watch out for. It was all in the details and this one was definitely one of those he'd only go after if he was in the mood for a little pain with his pleasure.
No way that creep was getting his paws on Castiel. Not so long as Dean had anything to say about it. And where the hell was Sam anyway?
"I've got a place not too far from here, what do you say, pretty?" the man was asking.
"I don't think so," Dean said smoothly as he stepped right up to the angel.
"Dean."
Just like that, Castiel's fear seemed to wash away and the angel turned his attention away from the guy and towards him. "Cas."
The guy's eyes narrowed as they flicked between the two of them and Dean casually reached out for the glass Castiel held and the angel gave it to him easily. The simple action seemed to anger Mr. Predator, just as he'd intended and it was all he could do not to smile. Castiel may have no idea what he was doing, but he'd played his part just fine.
"And you are?" Dean asked, finally meeting the guy's eyes.
"With him for the evening," Mr. Predator responded, indicating Castiel.
"Oh, I don't think so."
"That's not up to you to decide. Besides, what you gonna do about it?"
The implied threat had Dean tensing, ready to kick the guy's ass if he so much as looked at the angel wrong. "Cas, you wanna go back to this guy's room?"
"No."
"See? Now be a good boy and run along now."
Dean knew the words would infuriate Mr. Predator and he was almost hoping the guy would give him a chance to deck him. He really, really wanted to punch something right now but knew he'd only get kicked out if he didn't have a damn good reason for doing so and while he normally wouldn't care too much about it, now it would mean leaving Castiel alone with this guy.
As expected, the guy tensed and looked like he was ready to try and jump Dean when suddenly Sam appeared at his side. Finally, where the hell had he been?
"Problem, Dean?" Sam's voice was carefully balanced between inquiry and boredom, as if his older brother got into this kind of situation all of the time.
Dean resisted the urge to smirk, not taking his eyes off Mr. Predator for an instant. "No, Sammy, this guy was just leaving."
Mr. Predator looked like he might protest for a moment, but then his eyes glanced up at Sam and back at Dean before moving to Castiel. He did a double take when he looked at the angel and Dean could only assume that Cas had lost the frightened and easy target look and gone into soldier mood given the way the situation had changed and he knew from experience how intimidating that look could be. With one last glare at him, Mr. Predator turned and stalked away, rage clear in every line of his body and he made a mental note to be careful when they left the bar that evening, just in case he decided to try and jump them.
"Dude, what the hell?" Sam demanded, turning on him. "What were you thinking?
"Excuse me?" Dean replied, stunned. "What was I thinking? What were you thinking, letting that creep near Cas?"
"We were trying to break the-" Sam suddenly cut off, looking around them and all of the attention their little altercation had attracted. "Let's go sit down."
The only reason that Dean allowed Sam to lead him away was because Castiel was already moving and he didn't want to let the angel out of his sight just yet, not after what had so nearly happened. What the hell was his brother thinking? Could he really not leave the two of them alone? Sam was supposed to be the smart one of their group! Once they reached the booth his brother had claimed, Dean slid in beside the angel, ensuring that no one could get at him.
"How the hell does letting some creep at Cas help you break the curse?"
"Because he needs to have sex!" Sam hissed, though he did so quietly.
Dean could only sputter in response, eyes growing impossible wide as he stared at his brother in shock. He would have been sure that Sam was pulling his leg, but his brother's face was far too serious for that. He knew what Sam looked like when trying to pull a con and this wasn't it. Besides, Castiel wasn't protesting in the slightest.
"Sex?" Dean managed to question, voice far higher then he'd like.
"Yes."
He blinked a few times before the puzzle pieces started to come together. "Wait, are you saying the witch cast a fuck-or-die curse on Cas?"
"Yeah."
Dean goggled for a moment, but he could see how that could drive an angel insane if it wasn't strong enough to kill him. Those things were nasty, designed to drive the victim wild with lust to the point of death if they didn't get any. He shivered as he recalled some of the corpses from a case he'd worked with Dad years ago, where the witch had locked up her victims before cursing them so they had no way of breaking her spell. But none of that explained the most pressing question he had.
"So why'd you bring him here? Why not just take him to the nearest bar so he can pick up an easy girl?"
"I was going to, but, well, see... Cas, he..."
"Cas, what, Sam?"
"I would prefer to have sex with a man rather than a woman," Castiel stated simply.
Dean's head swiveled to look at the angel, not believing his ears. "You what?"
"I would pre-"
"He's gay," Sam interrupted, suddenly seeming to have found his voice again now that the truth was out there.
Dean frowned, wondering why his brother had been so hesitant, he didn't think Sammy was prejudiced, though they'd never really discussed it before. From the way Sam was watching him, however, he suddenly realized that his little brother hadn't quite been sure where he stood on the issue. Wasn't that ironic? Oh, well, it was his own fault for never telling his family that he swung both ways, but he'd never quite known how to bring it up. They'd never been big on sharing or talking about their feelings.
"Gay, okay, that still doesn't explain why you thought it was a good idea to let a creep like that guy near him," Dean said. "What were you thinking?"
"Why do you keep calling him a creep?"
"Because he was thinking of hurting Cas for fun."
"What?!" Sam exclaimed.
Castiel stiffened beside him and Dean turned to really look at him. He'd purposefully kept his earlier glance after Cas' little declaration short, afraid his glee at the knowledge that not only was the angel interested in sex, but he was interested enough to a preference. A male preference. Perhaps things weren't as hopeless as they'd seemed? But, no, surely if Castiel liked him like that he'd know, the angel wasn't exactly known to be subtle.
"He's someone who gets off on pain," Dean explained. "And why couldn't you tell that, Cas?"
"I did not think it a good idea to pry, not after what happened the last time."
"And speaking of the last time," Sam began. "What was that, Dean? I mean, a brothel, really?"
Dean stiffened at the criticism. "He thought he was going to die."
"So you, of course, thought a prostitute was exactly what he needed."
"I figured it was better than letting him stumble his way through trying to pick up some chick who wouldn't even try and make it good for him. Besides, with a brothel you don't run the risk of picking up a creep."
"That's not what I meant. Cas thought he was going to die and you try and corrupt him with sex."
"It was better than letting him sit around and mope, though I'm sure that would have been your first choice."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
The sudden, uncomfortable jerking motion from the angel beside him returned Dean's focus to Castiel.
Now that he knew what was going on, he could see that the angel's posture was stiffer then it had been in a long time and that there was a coiled tension about him. It was almost as if he was in pain and trying to control it.
Shit.
"Look, if you have any bright ideas, then we'd love to hear them," Sam said. "But, if not, then Cas needs to go back to the bar and look available. This is only going to get worse until it drives him mad if we don't break the curse soon."
Dean sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to decide whether he would be taking advantage of the situation and his best friend if he were to use the opportunity to fulfill a fantasy. He'd been intending to keep his desire to himself and not risk losing the angel who'd come to mean more to him then almost anyone else, but the thought of someone else touching Castiel...
It set him on edge and made him want to hit something. Add to that the fact that whoever Castiel went off with wouldn't be looking for more than a quickie and it was nearly unbearable. Cas deserved so much more then that and at least he'd be able to ensure that the angel was treated right if nothing else. Even if it made their friendship awkward or made him want Castiel even more, that alone would be worth it. Well, if Cas was okay with that.
"Okay, what kind of guys do you like, Cas?"
"Oh for-, Dean!" Sam exclaimed.
Dean ignored him, focusing his attention solely on the angel who seemed to be looking anywhere but at him. Okay, so he got that this made Castiel uncomfortable, but they didn't exactly have the luxury of indulging those types of feelings right now. "You gotta have a preference. Blonds, brunette, red heads?"
"I-" Castiel began, glancing towards Sam for help.
"Dean," Sam said faithfully.
What? It wasn't like he was the bad guy here, he'd just wanted to make sure that he wasn't repulsive to Castiel in that way. Though it pained him to think of that, Dean had wanted to check if he could before he offered. But, as he'd thought earlier, they didn't exactly have the time for this, not if waiting was hurting Castiel. They'd do this and then he'd deal with whatever the fall out was for himself later. He'd survived Cassie's rejection, he could deal with Cas' disinterest. After all, it wasn't the same thing, now was it? He'd never had Castiel to begin with so he should see this as an opportunity to indulge a fantasy before he locked it up tight.
"I'll do it."
There, Dean had said the words and now he just had to deal with whatever came next. Surprisingly, Sam didn't respond with a loud, "What?!" as expected and a glance at his brother showed him to be shocked speechless, mouth hanging up. Castiel, meanwhile, had frozen in place, eyes wide and locked on him now. It was all he could do not to squirm in his seat, he'd never liked being the center of attention like this.
"Dean," Sam finally seemed to find his voice though he clearly didn't know what else to say.
"Well, if Cas doesn't mind, that is," Dean added, figuring he should give the angel an out if he wanted it.
"Dean, this is madness," Sam stated. "Sex with men isn't like sex with women."
"Yeah, I know."
Something about his tone must have conveyed what he'd intended it to as Sam sputtered gracelessly. "You're bi?"
Well, who knew, Sammy's college education was good for something. "Yeah."
"Wha... Why didn't I know? Why didn't you tell me?"
"You're the one who's always complaining about my over sharing."
"Dude, that's about the details, not about something like this!"
Dean shrugged. "It just never came up."
"It just never came up," Sam repeated dumbly.
"Yeah."
What more did Sam want? Surely his bother must realize he didn't talk about these kinds of things.
"You would do that?" Castiel asked.
"Of course I would," Dean replied, eyes softening as he looked at the angel.
The expression on Castiel's face was one he'd never seen before and Dean couldn't immediately figure it out. Not entirely, though he thought he could detect hope and relief in his eyes. Well, that was good, it was definitely better than the distain or disgust he'd been afraid of even if it wasn't what he might of dreamed of seeing. Interested in men or not, Castiel was still an angel who'd never voluntarily sought out sex and was only pressed into this by some goddamn witch's spell.
"Why?"
"You're my friend and you my need help. Besides, no one you pick up here will take things slow enough like a first time deserves."
"I need another drink," Sam declared getting up. "Or ten."
Dean couldn't really blame his brother for that sentiment. Though he was always pestering Sam to get laid more often, he in no way, shape or form needed to know the details of those encounters, no matter how much he reveled in providing those same details from his own encounters to his brother. Big brother privileges and all.
That same expression was still on Castiel's face as the angel regarded him with that intense gaze of his. For once Dean didn't fight his natural reaction to the angel's attention as he waited for a response. Although he intended to ensure that this was done right for Cas, he was going to enjoy it far more than he should, so resisting it was useless.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Dean?"
"Cas, I already said yes," Dean replied. "You were there helping us when you got cursed, protecting me, so it's only fair that I help you get out of this." The angel looked perturbed by this and Dean rushed on to continue. "Besides, you know I really like sex anyway and I like guys as well as girls, so it's not exactly something I don't like doing. Not to mention the fact that I've tried to introduce you to sex before, so it's almost fitting that I do this now."
Dean couldn't read the expression on Castiel's face again and he didn't like it. He got that the angel didn't want him to have to do something he didn't want to, but that was so far from being an issue here that it wasn't even funny. He just didn't know how to make that clear to Castiel without coming right out and saying it and he'd really rather not have to do that. Not only did he hate talking about his feelings, but he just wasn't sure how the angel would react to that particular revelation and he was loath to make things more complicated then they already were. Especially since it was most likely that Castiel didn't feel that same way about him and that would just make things awkward.
"Very well."
Okay, not the world's most enthusiastic response ever, but Dean could deal with that. Especially when Castiel's posture was getting more rigid and uncomfortable by the minute. First they had to deal with this goddamn curse, then he could worry about whatever the consequences to both himself and Cas would be.
"Good."
He was just about to slide out of his seat when something else occurred to Dean. If this curse could only be broken by having sex, then it made sense that touch was important. Acting on instinct, he turned back to face the angel who was still watching him closely and reached out for his hand. Castiel merely watched him until his hand actually made contact with the angel's, at that point Castiel drew in a sharp breath and his eyes opened wide.
Dean felt fury rise within him at the witch at the reaction. Castiel hardly ever showed any emotion, so for him to do so now, at such a simple touch that wasn't even remotely sexual in nature... well it proved how much the curse was affecting him. Of how much pain he was in already. They had to take care of this now.
"Shit, Cas, why didn't you say something before?"
"There was no point, Sam already knew it was affecting me and we were attempting to find a solution."
"Yeah, but still, it's not good to hide how bad it is," Dean persisted. "He would have done more if he'd known how urgent it was."
"I did not think that would be fair to him, he was already doing all that he could to help."
Dean bit back the urge to say more, knowing that time was not something they had a lot of right now. Not if it was this bad already.
"Besides, I was not aware that something as simple as such a touch could provide so much relief."
Neither had Dean to be honest. Yeah, he'd expected it to provide some relief, hence the reason he'd reached out in the first place, but he'd assumed it would just be something small that the angel could focus on until they got back to the motel room and could really get down to business, but not this. Not that he was complaining or anything, but it was strange. Oh, well, he could figure it out later, right now he had to focus on breaking the damn curse so Castiel stopped hurting.
"Come on," Dean said, drawing the angel's eyes from their hands back to his face. "Let's go."
This time, Dean actually managed to get up, though he took care not to lose contact with the angel. As soon as Castiel had gotten to his feet, he laced their fingers together, briefly thankful that this was a gay pride bar so he didn't have to worry about attracting any unwanted or hateful attention. He did feel eyes on him but it felt like it would in any normal bar, so he just ignored them rather then seeing if any of them interested him enough to respond.
Instead, Dean glanced about for his brother and caught sight of Sam at the bar, a large glass of something in his hand. He couldn't immediately make out what it was, but he was just thankful it wasn't one of those girly frou-frou drinks Sammy pretended he didn't like but which he knew his brother quite enjoyed. It was ironic, really, as he was the one was who at least partially gay.
Sam's eyes widened as he caught sight of them and Dean figured that his brother hadn't thought he'd been serious in his offer. That or he still couldn't believe what was happening, not that he could blame him, it was all happening rather quickly. Sam's eyes drifted down to their intertwined hands and widened before they darted back up to look at him. He didn't need more then a single glance to tell that his brother had figured out how bad things were. The look he received after that was one he recognized from hunts and it made something relax inside of him. If Sammy was wishing them luck, then things were okay between them even if it was clear his little brother didn't want to know any more then he absolutely needed to.
The thought made Dean smile as all the ways in which he could tease his brother rose to the top of his mind. Now that his true sexual orientation was out in the open, he could comment on guys as well as girls just to see how much he could make Sam squirm. Speaking of squirming, though, he could feel Castiel start to shift uncomfortably beside him and he returned his attention to the angel.
"You alright?" Dean inquired, squeezing his hand as he lead them towards the exit.
"The curse is intensifying."
"You wanna zap us back to the motel?"
"You do not like that very much."
"Not, but if you need this now, then we can do it."
"That is okay, I can wait a little longer."
Dean glanced at the angel, trying to judge whether or not Castiel was humoring him. It didn't look like it, but just because they were driving back didn't mean that he couldn't do anything for his soon to be lover. And if that didn't send a jolt of arousal through him, he didn't know what would. At least the urgency of the curse would give him a reason to dive into things as quickly as possible. It would hopefully also take any of the possible awkwardness out of the situation. Not to mention that if Castiel had any possible issues with him as a sexual partner, they would be swept away by the sheer need he felt to fuck or be fucked.
Part Two