Shipwrecked Part 3
Title: Shipwrecked
Author: earth_heart
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Castiel/Dean
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. It belongs to Kripke and the CW/WB.
Summary: Gift!fic for Gedry. The prompt given was ‘shipwrecked’.
AN: No porn yet, guys, but it’ll come soon!
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Castiel didn’t come back for three days. That left Dean to go find their clothes, find food, and suffer through feeling like a dumped prom date; he couldn’t even figure out why. All he knew was that Castiel had dropped a bomb on him, and then just up and vanished- which was totally not cool in any way, shape, or form.
Finding food wasn’t exactly easy, either. Dean had no idea what might poison him, so he stuck to eating the fruit that hung heavy off of the trees. At least Cas had thought enough to bring him to an island that actually offered fruit.
Dean was about twenty feet off the ground on day four of Castiel’s absence; clinging to a branch with his thighs and one arm while he reached out towards a large, plump piece of who-knew-what (it was fruit, that’s all that mattered right now). All his focus was on getting that fruit and swearing to himself that when he got home, he was eating so many burgers-
“Hello, Dean.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Dean screamed, twisting around without thinking about it and losing his balance. Before he could take the plunge, however, strong fingers caught him and hauled him back. Then, because life was so not fair even when it was, they were on the ground.
Spinning around, Dean shoved Castiel back against the tree; or at least he would have, if Castiel wasn’t as unmovable as a fucking mountain. The vhorztah stood exactly where he was, his eyes slightly narrowed as he slowly looked down at Dean’s hands on his chest. His bare chest. Oh god he was naked still.
“Dude! Clothes!” Dean yelped, scrambling away. Before he even got far those fingers were closing around his wrist, dragging him back and shoving him against the tree.
“You did not have a problem with my nudity when we were in the pond.” Castiel growled into his ear; his lips cool but his breath too hot. “So why would you have a problem with it now?”
That wasn’t fair. Dean squirmed against the tree, trying to get away- or just sink into the tree. Either one would work. “We’re not swimming, man. Clothes are meant to be worn at all times unless there’s water involved. Or sex.”
“Well, there is no water.” the vhorztah pointed out, and Dean froze.
“Dude. Dude. No! Just... no. That would be a monumentally stupid idea-“
“Why?” Castiel snarled, pushing up against him until they were touching from chest to thigh, and every painful inch of skin in between those two points. “Because you’re leaving to go home, and its bad judgment? Because we’re both male? Or is it because I’m not even human?”
“All of them, Cas.” Dean grit out, trying to control his slight trembling. Castiel wasn’t human except in shape. Hell, he didn’t even emit body heat like a human. Everywhere they touched he was cool, except for the hot breath that was ghosting over Dean’s ear. “But especially because I’m leaving, and I don’t want to ruin anything between us. We’re good friends, and I need you to get home. If I fuck that up, then where does that leave us? And I will. Fuck it up, I mean. I kind of ruin everything I touch.”
Castiel wasn’t backing off. If anything, he pressed closer, and Dean could feel the vhorztah’s flaccid cock even through the layer of his pants. “You underestimate yourself, Dean.” he murmured, nudging his nose along Dean’s jawline and sniffing as if he were a curious cat. “You are a good man, and you have a good soul. It’s so bright, and beautiful, even despite the dark spots. They are only there because you’ve been hurt, and abandoned. People you love dearly have left you, or cast you aside.”
“Cas.” Dean whispered, hating how shaky his voice sounded. “Cas, don’t-“
“I will not abandon you, Dean.” Castiel’s voice was soft and deep, sinking into his collarbone and vibrating through his chest. “I will never leave you.”
“But you will.” Once he was back home, Castiel would return to his family and Dean would never see him again. “You will, Cas.”
The vhorztah pulled Dean’s shirt collar enough to press a tender kiss to his skin. It made something in Dean ache with longing, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. When Castiel stood up fully, Dean was afraid that he was going to kiss him- afraid, but hopeful too. Instead, Castiel cupped his face and pulled Dean’s head down gently, bestowing a kiss to his forehead.
“Just because you do not see me, it doesn’t mean I’m not there.” Castiel whispered into his skin. He moved to kiss each of Dean’s eyebrows, and then his eyelids when Dean closed his eyes. When the creature pulled away, Dean was almost horrified at the whine that slipped from him. “Do you think I could leave you, after taking the time to save you and bring you here; to heal you and care for you?”
“You wouldn’t be the first.” Dean said hoarsely. He hadn’t even realized he’d moved until his fingers were digging into the skin on Castiel’s arms. The vhorztah didn’t seem to mind, though; too busy peppering Dean’s face with gentle, chaste kisses.
“I will not be part of the majority.” Castiel rumbled against Dean’s right temple. “I will not be a statistic. You do not know my culture, Dean, but I have read much about yours. Such barbarism and hatred is astounding. The vhorztah never fight, even though our fathers must because they are angels. Mermaids rarely even battle, although when they do it is bloody and violent.” By now Castiel had kissed a trail down to Dean’s cheek, just below his eye. “I refuse to abandon those I care about. It is painful, and I will not do it. That is why I cannot just leave you alone. I could not leave you to die, and so help me god, I cannot leave you alone even now.”
If Castiel had been a human, Dean’s grip on him would have gone far past painful by now. His own fingers were starting to hurt, and they were white from holding onto the vhorztah so tightly. In an incredible replication of a fish out of water, Dean opened and closed his mouth several times. There was so much he wanted to say, but nothing he could say.
“Dean.” Castiel whispered, his hot breath trickling into Dean’s mouth as he tilted his head closer; almost touching, but not quite. “Dean, stop thinking so hard.”
He almost had something to say, and then Castiel was kissing him with a determination that just wrecked Dean. There was no excess of saliva, no pornographic noises; just Castiel sliding his tongue into Dean’s mouth and stroking it over his own in a way that was more arousing than it had any right to be.
Dean gasped, using his grip on Castiel’s arms to haul the vhorztah closer. He kissed back, but whenever he tried to make it desperate Castiel hummed gently, soothing him back down to a slower pace. The halfbreed’s mouth was hot, far hotter than Dean thought it should be. It was really, really good, though, and Dean didn’t want to let him go.
Finally, when Dean’s lungs were burning, needing more air than his nose could draw in, Castiel pulled back. Dean panted against his blue-green lips, sucking in air as if he was starving for it.
“You need to eat. I believe I disturbed your quest for the gzaboh.”
“The what?” Wow, was that really his voice? He sounded like he hadn’t spoken in years.
“The gzaboh. That’s what the fruit you were reaching for is called. It’s kind of like a plum, but it’s been crossed with too many different fruits to tell. It’s sweet, though, and slightly tart. I believe you would have enjoyed it.”
“Freaky fruit mating. Okay, I don’t think I want to eat it.” Dean’s words drew a chuckle from Castiel, and the vhorztah led Dean back towards the shore.
“I brought you food, but when you were not on the beach I had to come and find you. Don’t worry, though; gulls will not have eaten it.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I asked them not to.”
Oh, well. “Oh, well. Okay then. Cool.”
The food turned out to be something Dean had never seen before, but then again that had been happening a lot lately. Whatever it was, it was wrapped in black seaweed.
“What’s this called?”
“Zbortak.”
“I cannot even hope to pronounce that. What is it?”
“It’s a mixture of shark and crab meat, wrapped in black seaweed and cooked in whale oil.”
“That sounds like it’s going to kill me.” Despite that, Dean nervously picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth. Okay, wow, that was actually really, really, really good. Sammy would be proud- his big brother was trying new things. “Jeez, it’s actually pretty good.”
Castiel beamed, his face practically glowing with pleasure. “I’m glad you like it. I made it myself.”
“Damn, you can cook?” Dean was impressed. “You cook well. Although how you do any cooking under the ocean, I have no idea.”
The vhorztah snorted. “We don’t. We get our pots and pans from wrecked ships, but we cook on the beaches of deserted islands. Small things, mind you, so that we don’t attract attention of the planes flying overhead.”
Now Dean just felt like a moron for not realizing that sooner. “Oh, well... that’s cool too. I guess it would be kind of hard to make stuff under the water.”
“Raw things can be prepared quite easily, actually.” Castiel replied, daintily picking up a piece of the food and eating it. “If it needs to be cooked, though, then we make it above water.”
They fell into an easy silence while they ate. Dean noticed that Castiel didn’t eat as much as he did, but when he asked about it the vhorztah replied that he had already eaten, and he’d made the meal for Dean. That just made him feel warm and affectionate, and he thanked Castiel.
“It’s no trouble, Dean. I like to cook, and you need to eat. Therefore, if it makes you happy, it’s a good thing.”
Chuckling, Dean admitted that he couldn’t argue with that logic, and he ate several more pieces. However, he made Castiel eat the last piece.
Once the food was gone, Dean settled down on the sun-warmed sand, laying on his stomach and letting out a pleased sigh. When Castiel began to stroke down his spine, Dean was almost mortified to realize he was purring. Almost. He was too comfortable to be too freaked out about it.
“I feel like taking a nap.” he mumbled, yawning so widely his jaw cracked. The sun was blocked out when Castiel leaned over him, though Dean hummed in delight when the vhorztah kissed his forehead.
“Sleep then, Dean. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You’d better be.” Dean retorted, curling his fingers around Castiel’s ankle just in case before falling asleep.