Fic: Hidden in Lies (4/6)
Warnings for in the Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Chapter 4
“Big… sister?”
Dean was sprawled out on his bed, his eyes finding every crack on the ceiling and observing it as if it were a new species. He could not believe he was actually going to… Sighing he swung his eyes at his little brother, “I might scream, it’s been a long time since I’ve done this on purpose.”
“You mean it happens on accident?”
Dean nodded, and turned his eyes back up to the ceiling while he felt a distantly familiar sensation in his stomach. It felt like fluttering at first, as if his body wanted to change, but he held it back a little longer, “If I’m around guys a lot and haven’t fed much, my body tries and has changed without my wanting it to. Why do you think you’re the only hunter I’ll actually travel with all the time? You’re off the ‘to do’ list regardless of what this thing wants.”
“How can you just, change, by accident?”
Dean felt the first ripple, he wasn’t lying when he said it hurt, but it didn’t exactly start out as pain. “Just, happens,” his voice sounded breathy as he felt some sort of spark shoot through his body, gasping and arching up before the moment of twisted pleasure turning into bone crushing pain. He had to have screamed, his mouth opened and the word ‘fuck’ crossed his mind but the way his middle suddenly compressed had knocked all the air from his lungs so maybe he hadn’t done anything except gasp. His waist was always first, no matter how much or little he fought it. It felt like someone had looped a rope around it and pulled until his spine nearly snapped. Crunching was next, the noise never pleasant as his ribs and hips shifted, pelvis widening while his shoulders seemed pulled into a more feminine shape. His voice had shifted, his pitch went from deep growls and groans to high whines and whimpers. Eyes closed, there was still one more thing, and it always hurt the worse. Once twin weights settled on his heaving chest he did scream, tight, high, agony as his body pulled in organs that should never have been inside him and tore them apart to reform them into a completely different set of organs.
“Dean?” was asked quietly from across the room, Dean was still sprawled boneless across the bed trying to catch a breath that wasn’t shallow and pain filled. “Yeah?” God he hated how his voice sounded, it was too high, tight, like a wounded woman, which was exactly what he was at the moment.
“You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, give me, a minute to catch my breath,” Dean was still panting, a hand found its way to drape across his stomach in hopes of calming his body but all that did was remind him that every single muscle and bone he had were going to scream the moment he moved. “Uuuugh, Sam, can you go get the Tylenol out of the car?”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, just go get the damn bottle please?” Sam was nodding, Dean angled his head so he could see it and groaned at the loud cracking his neck and shoulders did before falling back to the bed. “Thanks,” Dean waited for Sam to leave before forcing himself to his feet and stumbled his way into the bathroom, feeling like he’d just had a blender shoved between his legs and turned on puree. Somehow he made it into the bathroom and even had the water running in the tub, thank God for tubs, and was even throwing clothes off and climbing in before he heard Sam’s worried voice calling his name. “In here Sammy,” that did not just sound like a girl calling to her boyfriend! “I’m in the tub,” he warned when the door started opening, a huge hand connected to a long arm reached in and swung before hurling a bottle toward the tub, Dean fumbled and successfully caught it and sighed. “Thanks Sammy.”
“No problem, just… no topless towels when you get done, okay?”
Dean laughed, because regardless of which sex he was Dean Winchester did not giggle, at Sam before groaning at his aching ribs, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”
“Dean… thanks. If I had known how much- I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Sam, if I hadn’t shown you it would have driven you mad not knowing if it were true or not. If you can’t see if or touch it, you’ll keep asking the question until you get a proof of concept answer. And yer hands are never getting near my body so don’t even ask,” he added for good measure, just to get the chuckle from the other side of the door. Dean sighed, relaxing within the hot bath. He could feel his tail slide out from under him while his wings spread and seemed to float in the water beside him. Green eyes shot open and looked around, the pain was gone. Panic was beginning to set in, the pain hadn’t dulled it was just gone! As if he hadn’t just physically fucked around with his gender a few minutes before.
Dean sat up and got out of the tub, not a single muscle even tried to cramp or protest, and went to the mirror. The first thing -other than the woman staring back at him- was the massive horns on both sides of ‘her’ head, and the wings that seem to be double ‘her’ size. The woman’s head tilted the same time his did while he thought about it. That ripple suddenly started through his body, fluttering in what was currently a womb caused the hunter’s breath to catch, but not in a painful way. That odd twisted pleasure made his hands grip the sink. This time, when the first twinge of the change happened pain was never a part of the process. Green eyes fluttered up, hands gripping tighter as his legs shook, all in pleasure. It didn’t stop, felt like it wouldn’t. If his eyes hadn’t somehow found their way open he never would have known he was so far along in the change. His waist and hips were still a woman’s but was quickly thickening and thinning in just the right areas, making him moan and close his eyes when the pleasure suddenly peaked. Not that he wanted to see his body turn itself right side out anyway. Though the intense pleasure of his organs sliding back out of himself made his legs give completely as he cried out in ecstasy.
Bracing his head against the cool sink to calm down, it took a few seconds for the ringing in his ears to clear enough to hear Sam banging on the door. “Dean, DEAN, are you alright?”
“Yeah, Sam, I’m okay,” the gruff voice of a man recently satisfied.
“What the hell happened?”
“I changed back,” Dean grumbled as he tried to get to his feet, he succeeded though a bit shaky. He had to calm himself down, his wings were a twitching mess and his tail was swaying like a happy dog’s would.
“There’s a no shit for you, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m… great. God Sam, if I’d known it could be like that,” he knew his little brother didn’t want to know he’d just gotten his rocks off switching genders but he had to tell someone about it, even if he kept out the brain bleach worthy details. “No wonder they’re always switching.”
“Why do I have a feeling I just got a free pass…”
“Cuz you kinda did.” Dean honestly didn’t want to go through that in front of his baby brother, but he didn’t think he could go without ever changing again, especially when it caused that much pleasure. Dean reached for a towel once his tail finally stopped fucking wagging and wrapped it around his waist, leaving the bathroom.
Sam blinked at him, “Dude… you really need to do something about those horns they’re taking over your head.”
“Haven’t been able to, damn dick angels keep showing up. This is the first time I’ve even relaxed since, all this.” Sam nodded in understanding. “Do you think you could give me a hand? That grinder is difficult to control on my own…”
Sam smirked once he got over the shock of his brother asking for his help, “Sure, I’ll go get it out of the car.”
Dean pulled on a set of pants while his brother left the room, heading into the bathroom with the chair so he would have something to sit on while he shaped his horns. Footsteps sounded in the other room. “Did you find it Sam?”
“Find what?”
Dean jolted out of the chair, spinning to face the familiar voice with wide eyes. “Cas.”
Searching blue eyes blinked at him before slowly trailing over the rest of his body, “Dean. You are…”
“An Incubus, yeah, this is why I can’t possibly be Michael’s vessel.” Dean was being watched, the angel kept looking over him again and again as if his eyes were playing tricks on him and would soon stop. “Oh I see how you angels are. Back from Hell, no problem… See that I’m actually a demon and you’re thinking of throwing me back in,” though Dean’s stance and voice screamed of sarcasm, his wings and tail were shaking like leaves in gale force winds.
Castiel remained silent, not even commenting on the sarcasm or correcting him on the fact that he wasn’t actually a demon, instead he couldn’t seem to keep himself from reaching out toward one of the two massive pitch colored ram-like horns. Dean couldn’t help the unconscious step back or the ever growing look of fear as the angel stepped forward to press fingers softly against the bow of his left horn. “How did I not see this when I pulled you from Perdition…”
Dean’s eyes shot open, not realizing he’d shut them for fear of being returned to Hell. The angel was talking to himself? Or was he asking Dean the question? “They-the first thing they did when I got there. Strip me of my wings, cut the joints from my back, break my horns and tear out my tail. They said I hadn’t earned the right to look like a demon yet.”
Castiel was still watching him; his hand had drawn back once he’d realized he was making Dean uncomfortable, but remained silent. “Hey, I got the, oh… Cas,” a soft ‘shit’ was spat out under Sam’s breath when he saw his brother standing there in full Incubus form. “Uh…”
“Don’t bother Sammy, he knows. Can we get this over with? These damn things weigh a ton and I’m sick of lugging them around,” sarcasm ever present while he sat in the chair Castiel was standing close by and just stared ahead while Sam plugged in the small hand held grinder and turned it on a moment to make sure the power would hold and let Dean get use to the noise.
Dean already had the nearly pulverized piece of leather between his teeth. He wasn’t wearing his damn teeth down from the vibrations even if they were currently fanged. Sam had switched on the grinder a few times, making him flinch and Castiel blink at him as if in annoyance after the third time. “Ya ready?” Dean rolled his eyes, this time not flinching when the grinder went off closer to his head as Sam moved in into place.
“What are you doing?” Sam jerked back at the angel’s demanding question, making Dean wince and lean away from the power tool just before it went quiet. “DUDE, are you trying to make me cut the top of his head off?!”
“Damnit Cas, we’re cutting my horns, what did you think we were doing?”
“You are cutting them… you’re going to dispose of them properly?” Sam and Dean both blinked, the angel looked concerned almost scared.
“There’s a ‘proper’ way of getting rid of my horns?”
Castiel closed his eyes for a moment, looking like he wanted to sigh. “Incubi and Succubi horns… have been prized as a very powerful aphrodisiac. You have to be careful of how you dispose of them or there could be incidents.” Castiel lowered his eyes and exhaled just hard enough to not be a sigh. “There have been problems in the past because of this. One you may well know. Sodom.”
Sam blinked while Dean’s jaw dropped, “As in Gomorra?”
Castiel nodded, “An Incubus got bored and decided to entertain himself by grinding down his horns and throwing the powder into the water supply… Needless to say, he did not go wanting until Sodom was destroyed.”
“Dude, you’re telling me I have orgy inducing demon strength Viagra growing out of my skull?” Sam was trying, honestly trying, not to laugh. Castiel tilted his head, as if unsure of the question. “Don’t ask, I’m not explaining to an angel about the little blue pill…”
Sam had reached his limit, the power tool was set well out of Dean’s reach while he held his stomach laughing hysterically. “Dude, you didn’t know?”
“I didn’t have a fucking clue! Of all the weirdo genetics I have, I never thought my horns had a purpose other than maybe headbutt some dick that tried to start shit.”
“Always knew you were hard headed Dean,” Sam patted Dean’s shoulder, resulting in a glare.
“Bitch. Are you gonna help me cut the damn things or not?”
Sam was nodding and reaching for the grinder while he calmed down. Castiel’s eyes shot around at both Winchesters then winced at the sound of the grinder turning on. “I suggest you cover your mouth and nose!” he said just loud enough to be heard above the noise. The grinder went silent. “It would not do well for any of us to aerosolize an Incubi’s horns.”
Dean blinked as Castiel reached to cover his face while Sam still had the grinder lifted toward his horns. He caught Sam’s hand to tell him to shut it off. “It’s that strong? I’ve never had any problems with it.”
“An Incubus is immune to it. Aside from Succubi they’re the only ones immune to it.”
That was all Dean needed, he grabbed the silenced power tool from Sam’s confused grip. “Sam, go for a walk.”
“But Dean-“
“I said get lost Sam. I’m not having my baby brother trying to jump me. Go take a walk.”
Sam pulled a bitch face that promised a hell of a bitch fit when he got back and he practically stomped out of the room. “Thanks Sammy.” Dean thought he’d heard ‘jerk’ but he wasn’t sure, the room door had already shut behind the pouting little brother. “You gonna get lost too or risk wanting to fuck yourself to death?”
Castiel’s head tilted and eyes narrowed at him. “I would like to stay and observe. I can also take care of the… trimmings if you’d like.”
“Suit yourself,” Dean mumbled and stood up to lean toward the mirror so he could see where he wanted to cut. “Ya gonna cover up?” Castiel already had his coat sleeve drug up to cover his face, the fact that the angel was thinking to take such human measures was worrying him. “Here we go,” Dean stuffed the leather between his teeth and got started on cutting through the thick bit of horn jutting out of his forehead.
One large spiral horn then two were set on the counter. Dean’s cuts weren’t anywhere near ‘pretty’ but they served their purpose while he turned the grinder on again to wear down the worst of the sharp edges before calling it a day. His ears were ringing and his jaw ached from the vibrations forcing him to grind his teeth into the nearly useless leather bit. “There, all done,” Castiel pulled his sleeve away once the bit of dust settled to the floor. Dean automatically reached to brush the remaining dust from his shoulders and froze when he heard the oddest thing from the man beside him. “Did you just sneeze?”
Castiel’s eyes were wide, darting around as if searching for the answer to the question. “Yes?” Dean raised a brow at the angel swallowing hard before that quizzical blue gaze stared off, “I am going to the other room to keep it from happening again.”
“You do that. Don’t leave the room,” Castiel actually nodded and that worried Dean as he pulled the door closed behind him without being told.
Dean blinked at Castiel the instant he saw the angel sitting on the nearest bed. The angel was breathing hard, his eyes half closed and his face flushed red. The moment those eyes lazily swung up to look at him with complete confusion and even fear Dean couldn’t stop the word, “Fuck,” from leaving his mouth. “You did get a snoot full.”
“Is this what happens when one is effected by an aphrodisiac?” Castiel’s drugged eyes swung back over Dean a second time to see the hunter nod. “Why do humans enjoy this? It’s… uncomfortable.”
Dean couldn’t help but give a short chuckle, “It’s what they usually do while they’re being affected by it, not just being affected.” Castiel tilted his head and Dean had to shake his head at how different that questioning look was while the angel’s cheeks were flushed and breathing heavy. He did not just think of an angel as hot. “They usually just screw until they can’t anymore.” Was it his imagination or did Cas just flinch?
“Oh, and how long do the affects usually last?”
“Dude, yer the one that told me my horns were a sex enhancer, how the hell should I know?” Dean couldn’t stop himself from inhaling the suddenly sweet scent filling the room before shaking his head when he realized what it was. “No, no, no, no,” he shook his head and tried to get the unwanted, damn him for thinking this, scent of the sweetest dessert he’d ever smelled out of his nose.
Dean found himself standing closer to the suffering angel, sniffing over him, inhaling deep breaths worth of that rich sweet smell of perfectly ripened fruit and sugar. God it was making his mouth water, he wanted a taste, just one bite, that’s all he needed. “Dean,” Castiel was shifting away from the hunter leaning over him looking like a starving man whose prayers for food had been answered.
“Just one bite, that’s all, just one taste,” Castiel’s eyes went wide, his breathing hitched when Dean suddenly pressed their lips together. The drugged affect flared even more before Dean’s kiss seemed to help ease the fever burning within his vessel. Castiel wrapped a hand around the back of the hunter’s neck when he started pulling away, forcing them together again before opening for him.
Oh God, Dean had thought he’d tasted some of the best things on Earth, they came nowhere near as rich or sweet as the lust of an angel. When he felt the angel’s lips open beneath his he couldn’t help himself, he delve in and fed on every bit of drug induced lust he could reach from the minimal contact.
Castiel had left right after the second kiss, the Incubi mojo completely gone from his system, and Dean was left sprawled out on his bed with the biggest smile on his face and contently full feeling in his very being. Sam came back shortly after, carrying food with him, “Sammy…”
Sam blinked at the giggle his big brother did, “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not,” Dean sighed and just stared up at the ceiling as if it was the most and least interesting thing in the world.
“Okay, hungry?”
“Nope! I’m full, thanks.”
Chapter 5
Chapter 4
“Big… sister?”
Dean was sprawled out on his bed, his eyes finding every crack on the ceiling and observing it as if it were a new species. He could not believe he was actually going to… Sighing he swung his eyes at his little brother, “I might scream, it’s been a long time since I’ve done this on purpose.”
“You mean it happens on accident?”
Dean nodded, and turned his eyes back up to the ceiling while he felt a distantly familiar sensation in his stomach. It felt like fluttering at first, as if his body wanted to change, but he held it back a little longer, “If I’m around guys a lot and haven’t fed much, my body tries and has changed without my wanting it to. Why do you think you’re the only hunter I’ll actually travel with all the time? You’re off the ‘to do’ list regardless of what this thing wants.”
“How can you just, change, by accident?”
Dean felt the first ripple, he wasn’t lying when he said it hurt, but it didn’t exactly start out as pain. “Just, happens,” his voice sounded breathy as he felt some sort of spark shoot through his body, gasping and arching up before the moment of twisted pleasure turning into bone crushing pain. He had to have screamed, his mouth opened and the word ‘fuck’ crossed his mind but the way his middle suddenly compressed had knocked all the air from his lungs so maybe he hadn’t done anything except gasp. His waist was always first, no matter how much or little he fought it. It felt like someone had looped a rope around it and pulled until his spine nearly snapped. Crunching was next, the noise never pleasant as his ribs and hips shifted, pelvis widening while his shoulders seemed pulled into a more feminine shape. His voice had shifted, his pitch went from deep growls and groans to high whines and whimpers. Eyes closed, there was still one more thing, and it always hurt the worse. Once twin weights settled on his heaving chest he did scream, tight, high, agony as his body pulled in organs that should never have been inside him and tore them apart to reform them into a completely different set of organs.
“Dean?” was asked quietly from across the room, Dean was still sprawled boneless across the bed trying to catch a breath that wasn’t shallow and pain filled. “Yeah?” God he hated how his voice sounded, it was too high, tight, like a wounded woman, which was exactly what he was at the moment.
“You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, give me, a minute to catch my breath,” Dean was still panting, a hand found its way to drape across his stomach in hopes of calming his body but all that did was remind him that every single muscle and bone he had were going to scream the moment he moved. “Uuuugh, Sam, can you go get the Tylenol out of the car?”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, just go get the damn bottle please?” Sam was nodding, Dean angled his head so he could see it and groaned at the loud cracking his neck and shoulders did before falling back to the bed. “Thanks,” Dean waited for Sam to leave before forcing himself to his feet and stumbled his way into the bathroom, feeling like he’d just had a blender shoved between his legs and turned on puree. Somehow he made it into the bathroom and even had the water running in the tub, thank God for tubs, and was even throwing clothes off and climbing in before he heard Sam’s worried voice calling his name. “In here Sammy,” that did not just sound like a girl calling to her boyfriend! “I’m in the tub,” he warned when the door started opening, a huge hand connected to a long arm reached in and swung before hurling a bottle toward the tub, Dean fumbled and successfully caught it and sighed. “Thanks Sammy.”
“No problem, just… no topless towels when you get done, okay?”
Dean laughed, because regardless of which sex he was Dean Winchester did not giggle, at Sam before groaning at his aching ribs, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”
“Dean… thanks. If I had known how much- I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Sam, if I hadn’t shown you it would have driven you mad not knowing if it were true or not. If you can’t see if or touch it, you’ll keep asking the question until you get a proof of concept answer. And yer hands are never getting near my body so don’t even ask,” he added for good measure, just to get the chuckle from the other side of the door. Dean sighed, relaxing within the hot bath. He could feel his tail slide out from under him while his wings spread and seemed to float in the water beside him. Green eyes shot open and looked around, the pain was gone. Panic was beginning to set in, the pain hadn’t dulled it was just gone! As if he hadn’t just physically fucked around with his gender a few minutes before.
Dean sat up and got out of the tub, not a single muscle even tried to cramp or protest, and went to the mirror. The first thing -other than the woman staring back at him- was the massive horns on both sides of ‘her’ head, and the wings that seem to be double ‘her’ size. The woman’s head tilted the same time his did while he thought about it. That ripple suddenly started through his body, fluttering in what was currently a womb caused the hunter’s breath to catch, but not in a painful way. That odd twisted pleasure made his hands grip the sink. This time, when the first twinge of the change happened pain was never a part of the process. Green eyes fluttered up, hands gripping tighter as his legs shook, all in pleasure. It didn’t stop, felt like it wouldn’t. If his eyes hadn’t somehow found their way open he never would have known he was so far along in the change. His waist and hips were still a woman’s but was quickly thickening and thinning in just the right areas, making him moan and close his eyes when the pleasure suddenly peaked. Not that he wanted to see his body turn itself right side out anyway. Though the intense pleasure of his organs sliding back out of himself made his legs give completely as he cried out in ecstasy.
Bracing his head against the cool sink to calm down, it took a few seconds for the ringing in his ears to clear enough to hear Sam banging on the door. “Dean, DEAN, are you alright?”
“Yeah, Sam, I’m okay,” the gruff voice of a man recently satisfied.
“What the hell happened?”
“I changed back,” Dean grumbled as he tried to get to his feet, he succeeded though a bit shaky. He had to calm himself down, his wings were a twitching mess and his tail was swaying like a happy dog’s would.
“There’s a no shit for you, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m… great. God Sam, if I’d known it could be like that,” he knew his little brother didn’t want to know he’d just gotten his rocks off switching genders but he had to tell someone about it, even if he kept out the brain bleach worthy details. “No wonder they’re always switching.”
“Why do I have a feeling I just got a free pass…”
“Cuz you kinda did.” Dean honestly didn’t want to go through that in front of his baby brother, but he didn’t think he could go without ever changing again, especially when it caused that much pleasure. Dean reached for a towel once his tail finally stopped fucking wagging and wrapped it around his waist, leaving the bathroom.
Sam blinked at him, “Dude… you really need to do something about those horns they’re taking over your head.”
“Haven’t been able to, damn dick angels keep showing up. This is the first time I’ve even relaxed since, all this.” Sam nodded in understanding. “Do you think you could give me a hand? That grinder is difficult to control on my own…”
Sam smirked once he got over the shock of his brother asking for his help, “Sure, I’ll go get it out of the car.”
Dean pulled on a set of pants while his brother left the room, heading into the bathroom with the chair so he would have something to sit on while he shaped his horns. Footsteps sounded in the other room. “Did you find it Sam?”
“Find what?”
Dean jolted out of the chair, spinning to face the familiar voice with wide eyes. “Cas.”
Searching blue eyes blinked at him before slowly trailing over the rest of his body, “Dean. You are…”
“An Incubus, yeah, this is why I can’t possibly be Michael’s vessel.” Dean was being watched, the angel kept looking over him again and again as if his eyes were playing tricks on him and would soon stop. “Oh I see how you angels are. Back from Hell, no problem… See that I’m actually a demon and you’re thinking of throwing me back in,” though Dean’s stance and voice screamed of sarcasm, his wings and tail were shaking like leaves in gale force winds.
Castiel remained silent, not even commenting on the sarcasm or correcting him on the fact that he wasn’t actually a demon, instead he couldn’t seem to keep himself from reaching out toward one of the two massive pitch colored ram-like horns. Dean couldn’t help the unconscious step back or the ever growing look of fear as the angel stepped forward to press fingers softly against the bow of his left horn. “How did I not see this when I pulled you from Perdition…”
Dean’s eyes shot open, not realizing he’d shut them for fear of being returned to Hell. The angel was talking to himself? Or was he asking Dean the question? “They-the first thing they did when I got there. Strip me of my wings, cut the joints from my back, break my horns and tear out my tail. They said I hadn’t earned the right to look like a demon yet.”
Castiel was still watching him; his hand had drawn back once he’d realized he was making Dean uncomfortable, but remained silent. “Hey, I got the, oh… Cas,” a soft ‘shit’ was spat out under Sam’s breath when he saw his brother standing there in full Incubus form. “Uh…”
“Don’t bother Sammy, he knows. Can we get this over with? These damn things weigh a ton and I’m sick of lugging them around,” sarcasm ever present while he sat in the chair Castiel was standing close by and just stared ahead while Sam plugged in the small hand held grinder and turned it on a moment to make sure the power would hold and let Dean get use to the noise.
Dean already had the nearly pulverized piece of leather between his teeth. He wasn’t wearing his damn teeth down from the vibrations even if they were currently fanged. Sam had switched on the grinder a few times, making him flinch and Castiel blink at him as if in annoyance after the third time. “Ya ready?” Dean rolled his eyes, this time not flinching when the grinder went off closer to his head as Sam moved in into place.
“What are you doing?” Sam jerked back at the angel’s demanding question, making Dean wince and lean away from the power tool just before it went quiet. “DUDE, are you trying to make me cut the top of his head off?!”
“Damnit Cas, we’re cutting my horns, what did you think we were doing?”
“You are cutting them… you’re going to dispose of them properly?” Sam and Dean both blinked, the angel looked concerned almost scared.
“There’s a ‘proper’ way of getting rid of my horns?”
Castiel closed his eyes for a moment, looking like he wanted to sigh. “Incubi and Succubi horns… have been prized as a very powerful aphrodisiac. You have to be careful of how you dispose of them or there could be incidents.” Castiel lowered his eyes and exhaled just hard enough to not be a sigh. “There have been problems in the past because of this. One you may well know. Sodom.”
Sam blinked while Dean’s jaw dropped, “As in Gomorra?”
Castiel nodded, “An Incubus got bored and decided to entertain himself by grinding down his horns and throwing the powder into the water supply… Needless to say, he did not go wanting until Sodom was destroyed.”
“Dude, you’re telling me I have orgy inducing demon strength Viagra growing out of my skull?” Sam was trying, honestly trying, not to laugh. Castiel tilted his head, as if unsure of the question. “Don’t ask, I’m not explaining to an angel about the little blue pill…”
Sam had reached his limit, the power tool was set well out of Dean’s reach while he held his stomach laughing hysterically. “Dude, you didn’t know?”
“I didn’t have a fucking clue! Of all the weirdo genetics I have, I never thought my horns had a purpose other than maybe headbutt some dick that tried to start shit.”
“Always knew you were hard headed Dean,” Sam patted Dean’s shoulder, resulting in a glare.
“Bitch. Are you gonna help me cut the damn things or not?”
Sam was nodding and reaching for the grinder while he calmed down. Castiel’s eyes shot around at both Winchesters then winced at the sound of the grinder turning on. “I suggest you cover your mouth and nose!” he said just loud enough to be heard above the noise. The grinder went silent. “It would not do well for any of us to aerosolize an Incubi’s horns.”
Dean blinked as Castiel reached to cover his face while Sam still had the grinder lifted toward his horns. He caught Sam’s hand to tell him to shut it off. “It’s that strong? I’ve never had any problems with it.”
“An Incubus is immune to it. Aside from Succubi they’re the only ones immune to it.”
That was all Dean needed, he grabbed the silenced power tool from Sam’s confused grip. “Sam, go for a walk.”
“But Dean-“
“I said get lost Sam. I’m not having my baby brother trying to jump me. Go take a walk.”
Sam pulled a bitch face that promised a hell of a bitch fit when he got back and he practically stomped out of the room. “Thanks Sammy.” Dean thought he’d heard ‘jerk’ but he wasn’t sure, the room door had already shut behind the pouting little brother. “You gonna get lost too or risk wanting to fuck yourself to death?”
Castiel’s head tilted and eyes narrowed at him. “I would like to stay and observe. I can also take care of the… trimmings if you’d like.”
“Suit yourself,” Dean mumbled and stood up to lean toward the mirror so he could see where he wanted to cut. “Ya gonna cover up?” Castiel already had his coat sleeve drug up to cover his face, the fact that the angel was thinking to take such human measures was worrying him. “Here we go,” Dean stuffed the leather between his teeth and got started on cutting through the thick bit of horn jutting out of his forehead.
One large spiral horn then two were set on the counter. Dean’s cuts weren’t anywhere near ‘pretty’ but they served their purpose while he turned the grinder on again to wear down the worst of the sharp edges before calling it a day. His ears were ringing and his jaw ached from the vibrations forcing him to grind his teeth into the nearly useless leather bit. “There, all done,” Castiel pulled his sleeve away once the bit of dust settled to the floor. Dean automatically reached to brush the remaining dust from his shoulders and froze when he heard the oddest thing from the man beside him. “Did you just sneeze?”
Castiel’s eyes were wide, darting around as if searching for the answer to the question. “Yes?” Dean raised a brow at the angel swallowing hard before that quizzical blue gaze stared off, “I am going to the other room to keep it from happening again.”
“You do that. Don’t leave the room,” Castiel actually nodded and that worried Dean as he pulled the door closed behind him without being told.
Dean blinked at Castiel the instant he saw the angel sitting on the nearest bed. The angel was breathing hard, his eyes half closed and his face flushed red. The moment those eyes lazily swung up to look at him with complete confusion and even fear Dean couldn’t stop the word, “Fuck,” from leaving his mouth. “You did get a snoot full.”
“Is this what happens when one is effected by an aphrodisiac?” Castiel’s drugged eyes swung back over Dean a second time to see the hunter nod. “Why do humans enjoy this? It’s… uncomfortable.”
Dean couldn’t help but give a short chuckle, “It’s what they usually do while they’re being affected by it, not just being affected.” Castiel tilted his head and Dean had to shake his head at how different that questioning look was while the angel’s cheeks were flushed and breathing heavy. He did not just think of an angel as hot. “They usually just screw until they can’t anymore.” Was it his imagination or did Cas just flinch?
“Oh, and how long do the affects usually last?”
“Dude, yer the one that told me my horns were a sex enhancer, how the hell should I know?” Dean couldn’t stop himself from inhaling the suddenly sweet scent filling the room before shaking his head when he realized what it was. “No, no, no, no,” he shook his head and tried to get the unwanted, damn him for thinking this, scent of the sweetest dessert he’d ever smelled out of his nose.
Dean found himself standing closer to the suffering angel, sniffing over him, inhaling deep breaths worth of that rich sweet smell of perfectly ripened fruit and sugar. God it was making his mouth water, he wanted a taste, just one bite, that’s all he needed. “Dean,” Castiel was shifting away from the hunter leaning over him looking like a starving man whose prayers for food had been answered.
“Just one bite, that’s all, just one taste,” Castiel’s eyes went wide, his breathing hitched when Dean suddenly pressed their lips together. The drugged affect flared even more before Dean’s kiss seemed to help ease the fever burning within his vessel. Castiel wrapped a hand around the back of the hunter’s neck when he started pulling away, forcing them together again before opening for him.
Oh God, Dean had thought he’d tasted some of the best things on Earth, they came nowhere near as rich or sweet as the lust of an angel. When he felt the angel’s lips open beneath his he couldn’t help himself, he delve in and fed on every bit of drug induced lust he could reach from the minimal contact.
Castiel had left right after the second kiss, the Incubi mojo completely gone from his system, and Dean was left sprawled out on his bed with the biggest smile on his face and contently full feeling in his very being. Sam came back shortly after, carrying food with him, “Sammy…”
Sam blinked at the giggle his big brother did, “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not,” Dean sighed and just stared up at the ceiling as if it was the most and least interesting thing in the world.
“Okay, hungry?”
“Nope! I’m full, thanks.”
Chapter 5