[fic] Just like a Woman - Chapter 6
Dean stalked around Bobby's scrapyard, his feet kicking the ground. He was so fucking sick of this. What the hell was the point?
Picking up a piece of discarded lead piping, Dean hit out at one of the long forgotten wrecks that were scattered about the yard, the smashing of glass, and the pure feeling of directed rage, helping him work out his frustrations.
Whoever had done this to him, was a sick bastard. It had just been one thing after another since he got whammied into being a female. It wasn't funny any more.
Sam and Bobby watched from the house as Dean took out his frustrations on the wrecks, Sam itching to go out there and put a stop to it. But Bobby, ever the voice of reason, stopped him every time.
He'd been out there a couple of hours, and darkness had descended by the time the noises of destruction had stopped. He hadn't appeared back in the house though.
Grabbing his phone Sam called Castiel. Hoping that the angel would be able to calm his brother down.
Dean was sat on the hood of the impala when Castiel found him. Heavy boots and socks kicked to the dirt. His bare feet with painted toes, that he'd completely forgotten about, sitting flush against the cool metal of his baby.
“Sam was starting to worry about you.”
“Tell him I'm a big girl and can look after myself.” Dean didn't bother looking at Castiel, instead he necked the beer held loosely in his hand before throwing it in a big arc over one of the wreck mountains that festooned Bobby's yard.
The bottle landed with a smash, startling a couple of stray cats into a fight. Their feral shrieks creating a cacophony in the still night air.
Castiel quirked his head towards the disturbance, the strangled cries dying just as fast as they started, leaving silence to fall over the scrap yard again, broken only by the clink and hiss of another beer being opened.
“You can't keep pushing people away, Dean. There are people who care about you, and you need to let them in.” Castiel let out a sigh and looked skyward, “You shouldn't go through this alone.”
Sitting down next to Dean, Castiel placed a hand on his shoulder.
Dean knew that Castiel was talking about more than just his near rape, their kiss and his destructo-mode. There were bigger things to worry about, bigger than all that shit, bigger than his fucked up angel made sex change. Lucifer was on their tail, heaven and hell were vying to destroy humanity, and this very long, very fucked up week, was a mere footnote in the very real apocalypse now. But he couldn't muster up the energy to care about any of that shit at the moment.
He was going to find whoever did this to him, and he was going to make them pay.
Dean sighed, finally looking at Castiel, “But I am alone, Cas, no matter what. Even with you, Sam and Bobby by my side. I feel completely alone.” Pausing, Dean took a long slug of his beer, “Son of a bitch, I really am turning into a girl.”
“I defied heaven, I got cut off from my family. I turned my back on everything I believed in.” Castiel looked up to the heavens, the unspoken 'and I did it all for you', hanging between them. “Trust me Dean, I know what it feels like to be alone. But I can never truly be alone, not when there's you.”
Dean turned to look at Castiel, his eyes wide. He had a point, as alone as he felt, and as much weight he had on his shoulders, he had no right to say that he was alone with his friends at his side.
Reaching out Dean cupped Castiel's face, turning the angel’s head so that he could look him in the eyes. “What did I ever do to deserve your faith in me?”
Castiel opened his mouth to reply, but before he could Dean captured his lips in a kiss. His tongue tentatively seeking permission to enter Castiel's mouth. Dean got the permission he sought, and he deepened the kiss with a smile. This felt good, and oh so right, and Castiel was reciprocating.
He had no idea why he'd been fretting so much about this. He wanted Castiel, and as it turned out Castiel wanted him. Maybe this was the first good thing to come out of the entire situation.
Pulling away Dean breathed against Castiel, their foreheads resting against each other. “We can stop this at any time, if you don't want this.”
Castiel answered Dean by kissing him again, his tongue sweeping against Dean's, making a definite statement that he wanted this just as much as Dean did.
As the kiss went on it got more and more heated, pent up feelings pouring out of both of them and directly into the kiss. They both needed this.
They also needed to take it further.
Pulling at Castiel's lapels Dean dragged him towards the back door of the impala. Their mouths locked together in a frantic kiss. Castiel's erection pressed up against Dean, making him wet with uncontrollable desire.
It was awkward work trying to get from the hood of the impala to the back doors, when locked in a knee trembling kiss, and if Dean's mind hadn't been so clouded with lust, he really would have regretted taking his shoes off, but finally they reached the door and Dean fumbled with the handle, blindly grabbing at it with impatience, not wanting to break contact with Castiel.
As soon as he managed to wrench the door open, Dean laid down on the leather seat, pulling Castiel in on top of him. Both their hands grabbing at each others clothes, desperate for the feel of skin on skin.
Dean thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't put a bra on that morning, he was barely getting to grips with the mechanics of taking one off that he was wearing, and he was pretty sure that Castiel had never had to undo a bra in any circumstance.
Just as Dean reached down to unbutton Castiel's pants, Castiel captured his hands stopping him from continuing.
“Dean I've never...” Castiel stopped mid sentence, his breathing heavy with desire.
Dean smiled up at his Castiel, capturing his lips in a brief kiss, “I don't want this to turn into some chick flick moment, which seeing as I'm currently a chick, it could probably veer in that direction, but the thing is,” Dean stopped mid sentence, unable to verbalise what he wanted to say whilst Castiel was looking at him with such intensity, and fuck it, this was turning into a chick flick moment.
“I'm a virgin.” there he said it.
Castiel looked at Dean quizzically, “Dean you don't need to lie to me.”
“Well yeah that's not strictly the truth. What I'm trying to say is that, in this body I'm a virgin. This'll be my first time too.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, yep no denying it he really was turning into a girl.
Bringing his hand up from where it lay clasped in Castiel's hands, Dean cupped Castiel's face, “technically we're both virgins, this can be as messy, uncomfortable and awkward as ever, and it won't matter. Trust me.” Dean paused to kiss Castiel again. “There's nothing to worry about.”
Castiel seemed to be appeased by Dean's reassurances, as he freed Dean's other hand and kissed him with renewed vigour. With his hands now free Dean was able to finally get Castiel out of his damn pants.
Having freed Castiel's throbbing erection from its confines, Dean found himself desperate to have it inside him, as soon as humanly possible.
He ached with uncontrollable need; it was a feeling unlike anything he'd experienced before. He needed to be filled, needed Castiel buried deep inside him, his whole body shuddered and he could feel himself getting wetter by the second.
“Cas,” Dean moaned, “I need you.” As soon as the words escaped his lips Dean knew that it wasn't just in the physical sense, though that was perhaps the most pressing need.
Castiel seemed to understand the underlying feeling behind Dean's lust filled declaration. Locking eyes with him, he made his own silent declaration that he'd be there for Dean, no matter what.
That was it for Dean, he needed them both to be completely naked right that second.
Getting naked in the back of a car wasn't an easy feat, especially when both participants were far too eager to be naked. Clothing got tangled up, heads butted a couple of times and Dean turned the air blue a few times.
But finally without too much injury to either of them, Dean could revel in the feel of Castiel's naked flesh against his.
Castiel's ran his hand up Dean's body, brushing up his side before coming to rest on one of Dean's breasts, his hand gently palming it. Dean squirmed at the contact, his body arching to meet Castiel's. He pressed himself up against Castiel, the angel’s erection rubbing against his wet cunt. The friction of it against his clit driving him mad.
Castiel grabbed Dean's hip with his other hand, pushing him back down flat on the seat, a whimper escaping Dean's lips as he lost the contact he craved. Castiel wasn't going to leave him wanting for long though. His hand moved from Dean's hip to cup his vagina, his palm rubbing against Dean's clit, as he slid a finger inside Dean.
“Oh fuck, Cas.” Dean moaned, before capturing his mouth in a kiss, his own hand moving down to hold Castiel's rock hard cock. His thumb gently smearing the pre-cum over the head of his cock, before he slid his hand down further and started to gently pump Castiel's cock.
Castiel growled deeply against Dean's mouth, there was no mistaking how much he was enjoying this, and he showed Dean his appreciation by adding another finger inside Dean.
Dean bucked against Castiel's hand, his actions driving him wild. He could feel he was on the edge, just a little bit more and....Dean cried out against Castiel's mouth as the orgasm ripped through him, pulling Castiel down flush against him as he rode it out, his body contracting around Castiel's fingers.
“I thought you said you were a virgin.” Dean said breathlessly against Castiel's neck.
“If I'm very much mistaken, that wasn't intercourse. But yes Dean, I am a virgin, but that doesn't make me totally naïve in the ways of sex.” Castiel drew his hand up to his mouth, taking his fingers inside and licking Dean's juices off them.
Dean was transfixed. “Like how I taste?”
Castiel dragged his fingers out and smiled, before kissing Dean deeply, letting him taste himself.
“I like how you taste very much.” He breathed against Dean, before Dean captured his lips again. It was a sloppy frantic kiss, and Dean took advantage of it to rub himself against Castiel's cock. His clit still extremely sensitive.
Sliding his hand between their bodies, Dean took hold of Castiel's erection again, arching himself so that its head rubbed against his entrance. Lining it up, he let Castiel ease it in.
It felt so good to have Castiel inside him. He was tight, and Castiel had a pretty decently sized cock, it filled him up and made his entire body tingle. This was definitely a feeling he could get used to, if he had to endure being a female for an extended period of time.
Castiel moved slowly, pulling out until his cock was almost out, before easing back in. It felt amazing, and also ridiculously frustrating. If he didn't know any better he'd say Castiel was teasing him, actually Castiel probably was teasing him.
Breaking away from the kiss Dean moaned for Castiel to fuck him harder. Moaning in pure ecstasy as Castiel did what he asked. The smack of flesh on flesh reverberating through the car as Castiel drove in deep and hard.
“I'm not going to last long, Dean.” Castiel managed to ground out as he fucked Dean into oblivion.
“I'm pretty close myself.” Dean breathed as he bucked his hips in time to meet Castiel's, his toes curled as Castiel brought him to orgasm a second time, and his walls contracted against Castiel's cock.
That was it for Castiel, with a gruff moan he emptied himself inside Dean, his hips slowing down as he rode out his own orgasm, before they came to a stop, and he collapsed against Dean.
Both of them out of breath and clinging to each other.
Dean drew lazy circles on Castiel's back, as they both came down from the high together, their breathing evening out and their hearts slowing to a normal beat.
“Please tell me we can do that again.” Dean asked Castiel as he lazily kissed his collar bone.
“I'm not sure my body is designed to go again so soon”
Dean smiled, “as much as I would love a round two so soon, that's not what I was asking.”
Castiel propped himself up on his elbow so that he could look Dean in the eyes, “then I would very much like to do this again Dean.”
“Even if the next time we get a chance to do it, I'm back to my normal self?”
“It doesn't matter what you look like Dean, whether you're female or male. It is your soul that I am drawn to, and that isn't going to change.” Castiel kissed Dean again.
Dean drifted off to sleep not long after, wrapped in Castiel's arms, the angel’s trench coat thrown over them haphazardly. He slept for a couple of hours before movement from Castiel woke him up.
“You leaving?” Dean asked sleepily, his mind and body pretty much still in a post coital haze.
“I should get back to finding out who changed you. I have a feeling that I'm very close.”
Dean sat up, giving Castiel a long drawn out kiss. Which immediately perked Castiel up. “Think you have enough time for round two?” Dean asked with a grin.
“I think that it would make it very hard to leave you, if we indulged ourselves again.”
“Then how about,” Dean began with a smirk, “I give you a parting treat.”
Pushing Castiel against the door, Dean licked a trail down his chest, smiling as he made his way down to Castiel's growing erection.
Starting at the base, Dean licked the length of it, before taking it in his mouth, one hand gripping Castiel's hip tightly, the other holding his cock in a loose grip.
As soon as Dean's mouth closed around his cock, Castiel buried a hand in Dean's hair, a desire filled moan escaping his lips.
Dean took his time, his hand lazily pumping Castiel's cock, as his mouth and his tongue worked it. He took Castiel's cock as deep as he could, his lips forming an airtight seal as he worked Castiel's shaft.
Castiel writhed under his ministrations, his breathing heavy and deep as Dean took him to the edge. He got no warning before Castiel came, spilling his hot come in Dean's mouth, coating his tongue with the salty seed. Dean swallowed all of it down, licking his lips as he released Castiel's cock.
“I thought you'd taste like rainbows or some shit.” Dean spoke as he wrapped his arms around Castiel's neck.
Castiel raised an eyebrow, “and what do I taste like?”
Dean kissed him deeply, letting him taste for himself before pulling away, “you taste so much better than that.”
Dean took his time getting back to the house after Castiel had left, he may have felt calm and relaxed and thoroughly fucked into oblivion. But he hadn't exactly left Sam and Bobby in good terms last night.
He'd acted like a jerk, when all they'd been trying to do was help.
They were both in the kitchen when he walked in, apprehensive looks on their faces.
“Don't worry I don't want a fight. I wanted to apologise.”
“Your angel made you see sense then.” Bobby asked in his usual gruff tone.
“Castiel and I talked, yes. He made me see what an ass I was being. We're facing the apocalypse. Team Free Will has got to stick together.”
“You going to talk about what happened?” Sam asked which caused Bobby to glare in his direction.
Dean sat down and looked at Sam apologetically, “That's going to stay off topic for the moment. But I'm good and it's not going to affect anything. So don't waste time worrying about it Sam.”
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The next day the boys set out to talk to a friend of Bobby's who had a couple of old books that might be able to help them in the fight against Lucifer.
They were only a few hours drive away from his place, so they booked themselves into a motel for the night, arriving there just before lunchtime, which meant inevitably they found themselves in a diner.
They'd barely sat down before Dean's phone rang and with a smile he told Castiel their location, barely having time to close his phone before Castiel was sat in front of him.
“Gabriel.”
“Excuse me?” Dean blinked at Castiel's strange conversation starter.
Castiel sighed, “The situation you're in is courtesy of Gabriel.”
“That son of a bitch!” Dean slammed his hand down on the table, causing the condiments to clatter, and the entire patronage of the diner, as well as the staff, to look at them.
Castiel reached a hand out, covering Dean's to try and placate him, whilst Sam coughed, at both Castiel's action and to try and distract from Dean's outburst.
It seemed to do the trick, the general diner chatter started up again, and the waitress was quickly over to deliver their drinks, and to take their orders. She didn't seem at all surprised by the appearance of Castiel, in fact she seemed quite interested in him, if the way her eyes lit up when she saw him was any indication, and she down right flirted with him when she asked if he wanted anything.
Something in the pit of Dean's stomach squirmed. It wasn't jealousy. Nope. Dean did not do jealousy, and if he did there was nothing to be jealous of because Castiel wasn't flirting back, and really he didn't do jealousy.
Dean noticed the girls eyes flit down to where Castiel's hand still rested on top of his, and with a smile he threaded their fingers together. It was the best 'back off bitch! He's mine' that Dean could come up with, without actually saying it, or making too much of an unnecessary show of PDA. Because he wasn't jealous, and that would just be petty. And besides, he and Castiel weren't exactly a couple. So they'd had sex, that didn't mean anything. Okay so it was intense, 'I give you my everything' sex. But that was beside the point. He and Castiel weren't like that, and this was not jealousy.
Whatever it was, it seemed to do the trick and the waitress moved on to take Dean's order.
The fact that the simple action made Sam swallow his water the wrong way, well that was just an added bonus.
Castiel looked thoroughly confused, but he didn't untangle their hands.
As soon as the waitress left their booth, Sam turned to Castiel, having recovered from his coughing fit and trying his hardest not to look at his brother and the hand he held entwined with Castiel’s on the table top. Had he missed something? Because last he saw, Dean and Castiel weren't exactly the hand holding types. Well Castiel had never really had a grasp on acceptable human social interactions, but Dean? Dean definitely wasn't the hand holding type. Especially not with other dudes.
“Gabriel's behind this?”
“Almost certainly.” Castiel replied his eyes still fixed on Dean.
Dean's entire body thrummed as Castiel looked into his eyes, the angel's warm fingers intertwined with his sending a giddy jolt of electricity through his body. He could get used to this. Not the hand holding, because that was an incredibly girlish thing to do and get giddy about, and he wasn't going to be stuck like a girl forever, not that it wasn't nice holding hands with Castiel, he had nice large smooth hands, with fingers that were so much fun and....
“So you're not one hundred percent sure about it?”
Sam's voice jolted Dean out of his ode to Castiel's hands. The older Winchester immediately breaking the contact.
Castiel looked at Dean quizzically before answering Sam. “He is the most likely culprit.”
“Well let’s grab your holy oil, summon the bastard and make him change me back.” Dean punctuated his point by placing his coffee cup down on the table with a hard thunk.
“It is not that simple, Dean. I have tried everything within my powers to locate him, but Gabriel has himself very well hidden. If he doesn't want to be found, he won't be.”
“So we're pretty much back to square one then? There's nothing we can do to fix this on our own, and the sick fuck who did it is MIA.”
The waitress returned with their food, and Castiel's coffee, before making a hasty retreat, the tension hovering in the air around the table palpable.
“He won't be far, I have reason to believe that Gabriel has been keeping a close eye on his handy work.”
“You mean he's been watching us, Dean, this whole time?”
“Whilst it is not an absolute certainty, it is a definite possibility.”
“I'm going to kill him!” Dean spoke through gritted teeth, throwing his half eaten burger back down onto the plate. “He's been watching the entire time, and he just let it happen.”
“Let what happen?” Sam asked curiously, his voice steady and slow, trying not to incite any more rage in his brother.
“I believe he is the one who alerted me to your whereabouts, Dean. He wasn't going to let anything happen to you.” Castiel reached out a hand for Dean's again.
Dean snatched his hand away, “You know what? I'm through with this. It isn't funny, it never was, and wherever that weasel is hiding, I'm going to find him and I'm going to wipe that smug grin off his face.” Snatching up his jacket, Dean stormed out of the diner.
“We should...” Sam made to get up, but Castiel stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“I will talk to Dean.”
Dean hadn't gone far, Castiel found him back in the motel room, the crashing and the swearing coming from the room being a good indicator that he was in there before Castiel even entered.
Considering how short a time Dean had been in there, he'd made quick work of working out his frustrations on the fixtures and fittings. There was a broken lamp laying forlorn on the carpet, its impact point with the wall fairly evident. Broken chair bits littered the room, and there was an indent in the wall that had unmistakably been made by a fist. Castiel didn't need the red smears tarnishing the dirty green paint, or the fact that Dean was holding his hand close to his chest to tell him that.
“I thought we agreed that waging battles against inanimate objects wasn't the best course of action to follow.”
“Joke's not funny any more, Cas.”
Castiel stepped towards Dean, taking his injured hand carefully, in spite of Dean's protests. “It wasn't a joke.”
Guiding Dean over to the bed, Castiel made him sit down so he could examine his hand better.
Dean smiled at the intimacy Castiel was displaying. “This is becoming a regular thing.”
“Well if you would stop punching walls.”
Dean let out a hiss of pain as Castiel ran a finger over one of the abrasions.
“Yeah well walls are all I've got till I can lay my hands on Gabriel.”
“I don't really think a broken hand will help your cause.”
Dean shrugged, “It'll make me feel better though.”
Castiel tilted his head, giving Dean one of his patented 'I don't quite understand you' looks. Leaning forward Dean captured Castiel's lips in a kiss, he couldn't help himself. There was something so endearing about him when he looked like that.
He didn't even care if that made him sound like a girl. For now at least he had breasts and a vagina and if he wanted to kiss his angel because he looked adorable, then dammit he would.
They'd just pulled apart when the door opened and Sam entered the room. Thank god for small mercy's because Dean was pretty sure he wasn't ready for the, 'hey Sam just so you know, I'm gay for my angel,' talk just yet.
Sam surveyed the damage to the room, making a mental note that Dean shouldn't be allowed anywhere they had to pay for the damages when he was in the sort of mood that left furniture destroyed.
“Castiel are you sure there isn't anything we can do to find him?” Sam asked, casting a worried look at Dean.
“You could always turn around, and I have to say I outdid myself this time. Who knew Dean Winchester would make such an attractive woman.”
All eyes turned to the door where Gabriel had appeared, hands in his pockets and a smug grin plastered on his face.
“Gabriel you son of a bitch!” Dean's nostrils flared as he leapt from the bed, his fist clenched ready for impact.
Gabriel easily sidestepped Dean's advance, not that he really needed to, when Castiel and Sam had already jumped in to hold him back. “Ooh she's a feisty one! Is she always like this?”
Dean struggled against his hold. “Change me back you cock sucking piece of shit.”
“Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl, and besides, last I heard you were the one sucking cock.” Gabriel grinned and winked at Castiel. “Good going there by the way baby bro, took you two...”
Gabriel was cut off mid sentence as he was slammed into the wall, Castiel's hand around his throat making it difficult to speak.
Sam watched on, mouth agape. Seriously had he fallen asleep for a week and missed the memo that Dean and Castiel were doing the nasty?
“Time to stop your meddling now, Gabriel.” Castiel ground out at the archangel, his voice heavy with anger.
Gabriel grabbed Castiel's wrist, wrenching it away from his neck. “Hey I was just having a bit of fun, but my, my, my I never dreamed that the fun would go off on such a pornographic tangent.”
Gabriel winked at Dean, and Sam struggled to hold him back again.
“Why do it Gabriel? What the hell did you think you were playing at?”
“Would, I was bored work with you guys?” Gabriel asked, a questioning look on his face. “Okay I guess not.”
Sitting down on a nearby chair Gabriel clasped his hands together. “I could preach to you endlessly about the lessons I feel you should have learnt from this experience. How it isn't healthy to be so dependent on each other, blah blah blah. No matter how many times I try and teach it, you two,” he pointed at Sam and Dean, “always fuck it up. I had hope there for a minute that you'd both see that, that you'd get it. But no, same old Sam and Dean Winchester, dependent on each other even when you don't want it.”
Gabriel stood up and moved over to Castiel, “I would however like to take the credit for getting you two oblivious idiots together.” he spoke low enough so only Castiel could hear. “You took a big leap for him, I hope he's worth it.”
“He has my undying faith.” Castiel replied to Gabriel, his eyes fixed on Dean.
“You fuck this up Dean.” Gabriel gestured between him and Castiel, “and you really will have me to worry about.”
Turning Gabriel made for the door, “get a good nights sleep Dean, you'll wake up a new man.” And with that he was gone, leaving Dean, Sam and Castiel staring at thin air.
“Please tell me I imagined that, because that made about as much sense as...that made no sense at all.” Dean sat back down on the bed, his eyes feeling incredibly heavy all of a sudden.
“I think the day Gabriel makes sense, there'll be a parade.” Sam said turning to Dean, who was flat on his back fast asleep.
Sam turned to Castiel, “I guess he'll be back to normal soon then.”
“I think he will.” Castiel agreed.
Castiel helped Sam move Dean onto the bed properly, before making his excuses and leaving. Sam sat down on the bed next to Dean's, relief flooding through him. Dean was going to be back to normal in the morning and they hadn't had to shed any blood to get it done.
Chapter 7