Fanfic: Ties and Things Dean/Castiel
Title: Of Ties and Things
Author: Heavenreturned
Rating: MA
Warnings: Tie!Kink, some angst
Notes: This came about from a chatroom on deviant art which had the prompt of ’Ties’
Summary: Dean does some self love with a tie he snitched from his angel.
Word Count: 731
Thank you to sakasama_no_cho for beta'ing
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The problem actually hit him at a very inopportune moment in time, just like everything that happened in his life. He was sitting in a police station in the middle of podunk Indiana when he’d glanced up to notice the Sheriff was wearing a dark blue tie.
He’d flinched, his mind flashing back to the dream from the night before. Fortunately, Sammy had been able to drag him away from his thoughts quickly enough. But now, he was in their run down shitty motel room alone. He grinned a quicksilver grin before digging into his bag.
A few weeks earlier he’d managed to snitch Castiel’s tie while the angel was relaxing with him and Sam. Of course the next time they’d seen the angel he’d seemed to have conjured up an identical one.
Lying back on the bed, Dean shimmied out of his pants and boxers. He’d dreamed about doing this for weeks but hadn’t had a chance yet. He glanced around once before shucking his shirt and closing his eyes and reclining back once more.
With a soft smile he brought Cas to mind and imagined the angel on his knees over him, tie gently caressing his skin as he slowly moved down his body. He held the tie clenched in his hand above his body just enough so the soft tip barely dragged against the skin of his stomach.
He groaned hoarsely the sensations going straight to his already hard leaking prick. God how much he wanted Castiel there, over him, staring down at him with those intense blue eyes. What kind of pervert was he, lusting after an angel, not just an angel but one who was his friend. It wasn’t Jimmy’s body that attracted him to Castiel and he knew it, because while Jimmy was good looking and Dean was used to Castiel behind those eyes. He remembered.
A groan was wrenched from his body as he trailed the tie over his leaking cock. He wished the angel was over him, warm and comforting. He wished that his angel was there because he always felt safe and…. Loved in his presence.
He remembered the being that yanked him from hell, he shuddered, he remembered the warmth and the love his body was remade in. He remembered the feel of feathers. Cracking open his eyes he took the thick part of the tie and wrapped it around his hard prick. He was not going to last long.
With a hoarse moan his eyes slammed shut as he dragged the coarse material down his cock.
Oh God
With thoughts of soulful blue eyes and warmth and love in his mind he began stroking himself roughly. He needed this, he needed to come with his angel’s name on his lips.
“Castiel!” the name was ripped from his lips loudly as the world went white. He came, pulse after pulse over his hand and the fabric wrapped around his cock. He was shaking when he finally came down from his post-orgasmic high. All the warmth he had felt fled leaving him feeling cold and alone.
It wasn’t fair, what right did he have to be lusting after his angel; the only one who’d ever believed in him. When he loved people they were ruined. What right did he have to ruin an angel?
He glanced up in shock at the soft sound of rustling. His angel was there, to see him in all his pathetic glory. His eyes burned as he hurriedly pulled a blanket over his lap shoving the come covered tie out of sight. Pulling his eyes toward the angel again he was met with all knowing eyes and he wanted to hide.
“Dean, it is alright.” Castiel’s voice was like honey on his raw nerves and his sobbing soul. He tried to shake his head, just to find his chin gripped tightly and his face forced up so that he couldn’t not look into those eyes.
“Cas….” God was that him, so choked and pathetic sounding?
“Dean, it is alright.” Castiel’s voice was so calm and confident that Dean didn’t even have time to formulate a reply before soft, slightly chapped lips pressed against his in a chaste kiss.
As they pulled away, Dean felt the warmth he remembered seep into his bones and he pressed his lips to his angel’s again, this time harder.
He’d trust in his angel when he said that everything would be alright.
Author: Heavenreturned
Rating: MA
Warnings: Tie!Kink, some angst
Notes: This came about from a chatroom on deviant art which had the prompt of ’Ties’
Summary: Dean does some self love with a tie he snitched from his angel.
Word Count: 731
Thank you to sakasama_no_cho for beta'ing
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The problem actually hit him at a very inopportune moment in time, just like everything that happened in his life. He was sitting in a police station in the middle of podunk Indiana when he’d glanced up to notice the Sheriff was wearing a dark blue tie.
He’d flinched, his mind flashing back to the dream from the night before. Fortunately, Sammy had been able to drag him away from his thoughts quickly enough. But now, he was in their run down shitty motel room alone. He grinned a quicksilver grin before digging into his bag.
A few weeks earlier he’d managed to snitch Castiel’s tie while the angel was relaxing with him and Sam. Of course the next time they’d seen the angel he’d seemed to have conjured up an identical one.
Lying back on the bed, Dean shimmied out of his pants and boxers. He’d dreamed about doing this for weeks but hadn’t had a chance yet. He glanced around once before shucking his shirt and closing his eyes and reclining back once more.
With a soft smile he brought Cas to mind and imagined the angel on his knees over him, tie gently caressing his skin as he slowly moved down his body. He held the tie clenched in his hand above his body just enough so the soft tip barely dragged against the skin of his stomach.
He groaned hoarsely the sensations going straight to his already hard leaking prick. God how much he wanted Castiel there, over him, staring down at him with those intense blue eyes. What kind of pervert was he, lusting after an angel, not just an angel but one who was his friend. It wasn’t Jimmy’s body that attracted him to Castiel and he knew it, because while Jimmy was good looking and Dean was used to Castiel behind those eyes. He remembered.
A groan was wrenched from his body as he trailed the tie over his leaking cock. He wished the angel was over him, warm and comforting. He wished that his angel was there because he always felt safe and…. Loved in his presence.
He remembered the being that yanked him from hell, he shuddered, he remembered the warmth and the love his body was remade in. He remembered the feel of feathers. Cracking open his eyes he took the thick part of the tie and wrapped it around his hard prick. He was not going to last long.
With a hoarse moan his eyes slammed shut as he dragged the coarse material down his cock.
Oh God
With thoughts of soulful blue eyes and warmth and love in his mind he began stroking himself roughly. He needed this, he needed to come with his angel’s name on his lips.
“Castiel!” the name was ripped from his lips loudly as the world went white. He came, pulse after pulse over his hand and the fabric wrapped around his cock. He was shaking when he finally came down from his post-orgasmic high. All the warmth he had felt fled leaving him feeling cold and alone.
It wasn’t fair, what right did he have to be lusting after his angel; the only one who’d ever believed in him. When he loved people they were ruined. What right did he have to ruin an angel?
He glanced up in shock at the soft sound of rustling. His angel was there, to see him in all his pathetic glory. His eyes burned as he hurriedly pulled a blanket over his lap shoving the come covered tie out of sight. Pulling his eyes toward the angel again he was met with all knowing eyes and he wanted to hide.
“Dean, it is alright.” Castiel’s voice was like honey on his raw nerves and his sobbing soul. He tried to shake his head, just to find his chin gripped tightly and his face forced up so that he couldn’t not look into those eyes.
“Cas….” God was that him, so choked and pathetic sounding?
“Dean, it is alright.” Castiel’s voice was so calm and confident that Dean didn’t even have time to formulate a reply before soft, slightly chapped lips pressed against his in a chaste kiss.
As they pulled away, Dean felt the warmth he remembered seep into his bones and he pressed his lips to his angel’s again, this time harder.
He’d trust in his angel when he said that everything would be alright.