SPN: Shibboleth 1/1
Title: Shibboleth
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Dean/Castiel
Author's note: This is pretty much crack!fic. It is in response to a post on the spn kink meme to the following challenge: Castiel is tormented by reCAPTCHA - You know, "Please confirm you are human below"...? I want existential angst complemented by assfucking.
I was somehow unable to resist.
Castiel really did admire Chuck's work. The writer's portrayal of Dean and Sam was accurate and would live on through the centuries as a living gospel of their life and works. And if he kept thumbing back to the parts where Dean cried, that was between him and his God.
His mission was to tell the boys that a demon was about the break open another seal in the middle of Ohio. After the boys had gunned out of the parking lot in the Impala like the hounds of hell themselves were on their tail (never an impossibility) he had found himself alone in the dingy motel room with nothing but some dirty laundry and a laptop for company. So it was certainly his appreciation of the religious merits of the work that led him to click the web browsing icon on the desktop of Sam's laptop. A quick Google search of 'Dean+Supernatural' brought up numerous links for his search and with very little trepidation, he clicked on the 'Supernatural Main Hall' link, bringing up a message board filled with discussions about the books. His host's eyebrow arched as he clicked on the top link entitled 'Sam vs. Dean" wherein the members of the board were discussing who was the toppier in bed. His host's eyebrows furrowed as he read, the corners of the body's mouth turning down. Scrolling with the mouse, he found a small button marked 'reply.'
In the text box that appeared, he quickly began to pick out a message with two fingers. He was about to click the submit button when he saw the small box of mangled text. He quirked an eyebrow at the instructions to prove he was human. He was able to type the text, after squinting with his host's left eye, and promptly clicked submit. The website reloaded
Anonymous: I respectfully disagree with you SUPERDEANSGIRL8 that Sam would be toppier in bed. Dean is clearly the more forceful of the two, and having survived Hell would clearly make him unlikely to want to appear submissive. Sam, on the other hand, having intimate relations with a demon in a much less traumatic way, would clearly be influenced by this and would be willing to have a being more powerful than him take control.
He returned to the Google search page and out of curiosity clicked on a link to a site entitled Fanftiction.net. Five minutes and ten Hail Mary's later, heart racing, he managed to return to the computer and was pleased top see that SUPERDEANSGIRL8 had replied to his comment.
SUPERDEANSGIRL8: Dude, what books were u reading? Dean is totally sweet and cries all the time. He would love Sam to take control and make everything better. And plus, Sam is like a giant, everyone knows the taller guy is on top. So stfu and stop posting anonymously. At least take responsibility for ur stupidity.
Castiel frowned. He had read the books, many times. And being an Angel of the Lord did give him a certain authority when it came to Dean and Sam. He found the 'register' link and carefully filled out a user name -DeansAngel3 because 3 was a holy number, certainly not because 1 and 2 were taken-- and password. He clicked the submit button and again was asked to prove he was human. A line appeared between his host's eyebrows as he again read the text box, this time turning his head at a forty five degree angle and closing his right eye. It took him four times before the website accepted his claim of humanity. He blamed the close appearance of the letters L and I, and the Q and G were rather tricky as well.
Once satisfied he was human, the website granted him access to a member page, where he ignored most of the material and went straight back to the lounge area to respond to SUPERDEANSGIRL8's clearly misguided post. It was his duty, after all, to make sure that any misconceptions about Dean and Sam were corrected. For posterity. After all, once something was posted to the Internet, it was never truly gone.
DeansAngel3: I have taken your advice and have registered so that you might know who I am. And I will again say that Dean is toppier. I have read the books and the body I am inhabiting at the moment has taken a number of classes in Literature. Furthermore, I know the author personally, and am sure that my interpretation of the text is superior to those without such knowledge.
He frowned as the box still insisted on proving he was human. But he persevered over the odd looking letters. Five minutes later.
SUPERDEANSGIRL8: The fuck? You know the author? Pics or it didn't happen. Like I'm going to believe someone who just shows up CLAIMING to be BFF with the author. Yeah right. And making an appeal to some literature classes you took? Right up there with being an internet lawyer. Dean is totally a submissive. He lets Sam get away with anything. All Sam has to do is do the puppy dog eye thing (see page 25 of Bloody Mary when Sam's talking to the little girl)
samGrl50: Welcome to the board DeansAngel! I take it you’re a bit of a Dean!girl, unlike myself :D. I can see where you're coming from though. Dean's always taken care of Sammy, and Sam is primed to be submissive to Dean given Dean's willingness to do anything for him. And if that means being submissive, he'd do it.
Dean4ever: eat shit, DeansAngel3, it's Sam's whose toppier!
Castiel frowned. He wasn't a girl. And he was quite confident Dean4ever's suggestion was quite unhygienic.
DeansAngel3: Thank you for your welcome, samGrl50. I am, however, not a girl. I do agree Dean is very protective. Can anyone tell me why I must continue to verify my humanity after I have created an account?
His host's eye twitched as he once again painstakingly typed out the textbox. He had to try three times, because the CAPS button on the laptop was sticky. God damn capital R's. He winced and apologized with an upward glance toward the mirrored ceiling.
He went to the bathroom to release the pressure on his body's bladder and when he returned there were a number of replies.
samGrl50: Cool! We don't get too many guys around here. So double welcome, even if you're not a Sam!guy (?). LOL. As for the reCAPTCHA, the mods set it up so you have to verify each time because of the sheer number of trolls we were getting. It’s a pain, but it’s better than spam! I, for one, was getting sick of the porn links. We get enough hot sexin' in our fanfiction!
SUPERDEANSGIRL8: u still didn't address my points. And for the record, being a guy isn't helping your street cred here. Just because you're a guy, doesn't make you an expert. Unpack ur privilege dude.
sympatico: you guys got it all wrong. It’s John whose toppiest! Whew, talk about a man who can make people fall to their knees.
SUPERDEANSGIRL8: sympatico, please read the subject line. This is about Dean and Sam, not all of the Characters.
Evilsammychick: Oh, you know it’s Sam who's the toppiest. In BUABS, when he's all up in Jo's face? Please, he was so hot. Jo probably creamed her pants right then and there. Demon!Sam is so hot.
Castiel looked in horror as the conversation on the board moved to discussing Sam's possession and various scenarios involving non-consensual sex with Dean. He began to type, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When the reCAPTCHA box appeared for the twentieth time, the tic in his eye was no longer bothering him. He was typing the letters with ease and managed to submit the text on the first try most of the time. When he finished posting his latest epistle on Dean's lessening faith in his father being the opening for his faith in a higher power, he smoothly typed 'Dalburg Malabo' as prompted without blinking and hit submit. He stretched his shoulders and waited for the page to reload.
DeansAngel3: SweetSammie, I totally agree with you. Dean can finally realize how much he loves Sam now that he no longer bound by that obsession to please his father. The fact that he made the deal to save Sam just shows how boundless his love is and how he will do anything to protect the love of his life. BTW, did you see the new blog entry on TMZ about the possibillity that Joss Whedon is thinking of doing a web series based on the books? And talking with Nathan Fillion playing John? OMG!
He paused as he reread the entry, noting the slight typos and then paused. There was something wrong. He thought about the post, looked at the replies as they began to appear. And then it hit him. ReCAPTCHA was accepting he was human. He didn't have to struggle. His fingers paused on the keyboard. Did that mean he was human? He was an angel though. An angel with powers and grace, and a desire to post about how Sam was a lying liar who lied and who was going to get his comeuppance, yes sir! Castiel drew his hands back from the keyboard as if it was possessed and had burned him.
What were these emotions that burned so deeply? Was it normal to feel this way? To want to defend a man against all attacks, to make sure that the person being wrong on the internet was corrected and brought to the light?
Castiel backed away from the computer. What was this madness?
He jumped as the door opened and Dean walked in, sooty and smelling of brimstone. Sam was nowhere to be found.
"Hey, Cas. You still here?" Dean walked by, dropping his jacket over the back of a chair and pulled up the hem of his stained shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso.
"I… yes…." Castiel stammered as Dean continued further into the motel room, heading for the bathroom.
"Just let me get cleaned up and I'll tell you what we found out," Dean called from inside the bathroom, the sound of the shower filling Castiel's head with visions of moist skin. He scrubbed at the stubble on his chin and frowned. He needed some air. He relocated to an airy meadow in the back of beyond in New Zealand. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to slow the racing of his heart and the swelling of…. Well, that was interesting. That had never happened before. He looked down, puzzled. Angels weren't supposed to be sexual beings. Uriel often lambasted humans as being sexual beings, driven by lust. Did these feelings mean he was becoming more human? ReCAPTCHA seemed to indicate it was so. Could it be mistaken?
Castiel blinked and realized he had been standing in the meadow for far too long, lost in thought. In the blink of an eye he returned to the motel room. Only to freeze at the sight of Dean, hunched over the laptop, the light of the screen illuminating his face.
He didn't know what gave his presence away, perhaps the displaced air fanning against the smooth cheek, but Dean turned and captured him with a piercing gaze.
"DeansAngel3? Seriously?" Then the sensuous lips quirked and a full bellied laugh erupted from Dean's throat. "Man, you are seriously fucked up for an angel."
"I simply wanted to make sure that the Gospel was not misinterpret-" His words cut off as Dean rose from the chair and - there was no other word for it - stalked towards him.
"So they disagree about who's toppier, huh?" Dean pushed the shoulders of the trenchcoat down, divesting Castiel of his armour. He cupped Castiel's face and swooped in for a kiss. "How about we find out how toppy I can be?"
Not a verbose angel by nature, Castiel's tongue was frozen, words a jumbled mess in his head as Dean led him to the bed, stripped them efficiently of their clothes and pushed Castiel lightly facedown onto the bedspread, pinning his wrists just about his head and licking a broad stripe up the knobs of his spine.
Castiel whimpered as goose bumps raised on his arms. He hadn't known human bodies could be so responsive to touch, so needy with desire. So… a squeaking sound escaped his lips as Dean ran his tongue along the curved edge of his ear.
Dean whispered in his ear, "You were writing about me and Sam. Together." Castiel felt his wrists being released after a tight squeeze warned him to keep them there. "You said I would be dominant. Taking him, just like this." His body surged against the bedspread as Dean ran a hand over his ass with slick and probing fingers. "Could you imagine me holding him down, spreading him open? He'd beg me for it, wouldn't he? But not you. Not an angel." Castiel's eyes fluttered shut as he felt Dean enter him fully. "Did you imagine me rutting him like a dog, or taking him slow and sweet, opening him like a rare flower?" The first thrust took his breath away and Dean's breath ghosted, Dean's hands urging him to his knees, spreading them wide. "Do you imagine him open and begging, filled with need, slick and tight? Or would you rather be doing that to me?"
Castiel moaned as his body insisted on responding to the urges, torn between pressing his cock against the bed or rocking back onto the hardness pressing into him. Dean was generous to resolve the conflict, thrusting so hard as to collapse Castiel flat on the bed. Who cared about whether or not he was human when these feelings were so incredibly good?
He could feel pressure building in his chest, a growing burn that ached to release itself. His eyelids fluttered uncontrollably and he could feel the pulsating increase.
"Dean! Close your eyes!" he managed to scream, praying that Dean would have the wherewithal to obey. And then he was coming, physically and metaphysically. Semen sprayed the bedspread as the room was filled with a holy light, engulfing them in pure radiance.
When the light faded, his groin was damp, his ass was slick and dripping and Dean was pressed heavily on his back, panting with his head pressed against his shoulder.
"Can I open my eyes now?" Dean managed to ask through his gasping breaths.
"Yes. It is over," Castiel said and winced slightly as Dean began to withdraw from him.
"What the hell was that about?" Dean asked as Castiel rolled over, taking in Dean's flushed face and messy hair.
"That's never happened before," Castiel said, eyes down in apology. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, hell. I'm not complaining, I think I just shot my brains out my dick. Just a little warning would be nice." Dean huffed, stroking a hand from Castiel's shoulder to elbow. "Just a little warning."
Castiel smiled. "We could always try a blindfold."
Finis
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Dean/Castiel
Author's note: This is pretty much crack!fic. It is in response to a post on the spn kink meme to the following challenge: Castiel is tormented by reCAPTCHA - You know, "Please confirm you are human below"...? I want existential angst complemented by assfucking.
I was somehow unable to resist.
Castiel really did admire Chuck's work. The writer's portrayal of Dean and Sam was accurate and would live on through the centuries as a living gospel of their life and works. And if he kept thumbing back to the parts where Dean cried, that was between him and his God.
His mission was to tell the boys that a demon was about the break open another seal in the middle of Ohio. After the boys had gunned out of the parking lot in the Impala like the hounds of hell themselves were on their tail (never an impossibility) he had found himself alone in the dingy motel room with nothing but some dirty laundry and a laptop for company. So it was certainly his appreciation of the religious merits of the work that led him to click the web browsing icon on the desktop of Sam's laptop. A quick Google search of 'Dean+Supernatural' brought up numerous links for his search and with very little trepidation, he clicked on the 'Supernatural Main Hall' link, bringing up a message board filled with discussions about the books. His host's eyebrow arched as he clicked on the top link entitled 'Sam vs. Dean" wherein the members of the board were discussing who was the toppier in bed. His host's eyebrows furrowed as he read, the corners of the body's mouth turning down. Scrolling with the mouse, he found a small button marked 'reply.'
In the text box that appeared, he quickly began to pick out a message with two fingers. He was about to click the submit button when he saw the small box of mangled text. He quirked an eyebrow at the instructions to prove he was human. He was able to type the text, after squinting with his host's left eye, and promptly clicked submit. The website reloaded
Anonymous: I respectfully disagree with you SUPERDEANSGIRL8 that Sam would be toppier in bed. Dean is clearly the more forceful of the two, and having survived Hell would clearly make him unlikely to want to appear submissive. Sam, on the other hand, having intimate relations with a demon in a much less traumatic way, would clearly be influenced by this and would be willing to have a being more powerful than him take control.
He returned to the Google search page and out of curiosity clicked on a link to a site entitled Fanftiction.net. Five minutes and ten Hail Mary's later, heart racing, he managed to return to the computer and was pleased top see that SUPERDEANSGIRL8 had replied to his comment.
SUPERDEANSGIRL8: Dude, what books were u reading? Dean is totally sweet and cries all the time. He would love Sam to take control and make everything better. And plus, Sam is like a giant, everyone knows the taller guy is on top. So stfu and stop posting anonymously. At least take responsibility for ur stupidity.
Castiel frowned. He had read the books, many times. And being an Angel of the Lord did give him a certain authority when it came to Dean and Sam. He found the 'register' link and carefully filled out a user name -DeansAngel3 because 3 was a holy number, certainly not because 1 and 2 were taken-- and password. He clicked the submit button and again was asked to prove he was human. A line appeared between his host's eyebrows as he again read the text box, this time turning his head at a forty five degree angle and closing his right eye. It took him four times before the website accepted his claim of humanity. He blamed the close appearance of the letters L and I, and the Q and G were rather tricky as well.
Once satisfied he was human, the website granted him access to a member page, where he ignored most of the material and went straight back to the lounge area to respond to SUPERDEANSGIRL8's clearly misguided post. It was his duty, after all, to make sure that any misconceptions about Dean and Sam were corrected. For posterity. After all, once something was posted to the Internet, it was never truly gone.
DeansAngel3: I have taken your advice and have registered so that you might know who I am. And I will again say that Dean is toppier. I have read the books and the body I am inhabiting at the moment has taken a number of classes in Literature. Furthermore, I know the author personally, and am sure that my interpretation of the text is superior to those without such knowledge.
He frowned as the box still insisted on proving he was human. But he persevered over the odd looking letters. Five minutes later.
SUPERDEANSGIRL8: The fuck? You know the author? Pics or it didn't happen. Like I'm going to believe someone who just shows up CLAIMING to be BFF with the author. Yeah right. And making an appeal to some literature classes you took? Right up there with being an internet lawyer. Dean is totally a submissive. He lets Sam get away with anything. All Sam has to do is do the puppy dog eye thing (see page 25 of Bloody Mary when Sam's talking to the little girl)
samGrl50: Welcome to the board DeansAngel! I take it you’re a bit of a Dean!girl, unlike myself :D. I can see where you're coming from though. Dean's always taken care of Sammy, and Sam is primed to be submissive to Dean given Dean's willingness to do anything for him. And if that means being submissive, he'd do it.
Dean4ever: eat shit, DeansAngel3, it's Sam's whose toppier!
Castiel frowned. He wasn't a girl. And he was quite confident Dean4ever's suggestion was quite unhygienic.
DeansAngel3: Thank you for your welcome, samGrl50. I am, however, not a girl. I do agree Dean is very protective. Can anyone tell me why I must continue to verify my humanity after I have created an account?
His host's eye twitched as he once again painstakingly typed out the textbox. He had to try three times, because the CAPS button on the laptop was sticky. God damn capital R's. He winced and apologized with an upward glance toward the mirrored ceiling.
He went to the bathroom to release the pressure on his body's bladder and when he returned there were a number of replies.
samGrl50: Cool! We don't get too many guys around here. So double welcome, even if you're not a Sam!guy (?). LOL. As for the reCAPTCHA, the mods set it up so you have to verify each time because of the sheer number of trolls we were getting. It’s a pain, but it’s better than spam! I, for one, was getting sick of the porn links. We get enough hot sexin' in our fanfiction!
SUPERDEANSGIRL8: u still didn't address my points. And for the record, being a guy isn't helping your street cred here. Just because you're a guy, doesn't make you an expert. Unpack ur privilege dude.
sympatico: you guys got it all wrong. It’s John whose toppiest! Whew, talk about a man who can make people fall to their knees.
SUPERDEANSGIRL8: sympatico, please read the subject line. This is about Dean and Sam, not all of the Characters.
Evilsammychick: Oh, you know it’s Sam who's the toppiest. In BUABS, when he's all up in Jo's face? Please, he was so hot. Jo probably creamed her pants right then and there. Demon!Sam is so hot.
Castiel looked in horror as the conversation on the board moved to discussing Sam's possession and various scenarios involving non-consensual sex with Dean. He began to type, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When the reCAPTCHA box appeared for the twentieth time, the tic in his eye was no longer bothering him. He was typing the letters with ease and managed to submit the text on the first try most of the time. When he finished posting his latest epistle on Dean's lessening faith in his father being the opening for his faith in a higher power, he smoothly typed 'Dalburg Malabo' as prompted without blinking and hit submit. He stretched his shoulders and waited for the page to reload.
DeansAngel3: SweetSammie, I totally agree with you. Dean can finally realize how much he loves Sam now that he no longer bound by that obsession to please his father. The fact that he made the deal to save Sam just shows how boundless his love is and how he will do anything to protect the love of his life. BTW, did you see the new blog entry on TMZ about the possibillity that Joss Whedon is thinking of doing a web series based on the books? And talking with Nathan Fillion playing John? OMG!
He paused as he reread the entry, noting the slight typos and then paused. There was something wrong. He thought about the post, looked at the replies as they began to appear. And then it hit him. ReCAPTCHA was accepting he was human. He didn't have to struggle. His fingers paused on the keyboard. Did that mean he was human? He was an angel though. An angel with powers and grace, and a desire to post about how Sam was a lying liar who lied and who was going to get his comeuppance, yes sir! Castiel drew his hands back from the keyboard as if it was possessed and had burned him.
What were these emotions that burned so deeply? Was it normal to feel this way? To want to defend a man against all attacks, to make sure that the person being wrong on the internet was corrected and brought to the light?
Castiel backed away from the computer. What was this madness?
He jumped as the door opened and Dean walked in, sooty and smelling of brimstone. Sam was nowhere to be found.
"Hey, Cas. You still here?" Dean walked by, dropping his jacket over the back of a chair and pulled up the hem of his stained shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso.
"I… yes…." Castiel stammered as Dean continued further into the motel room, heading for the bathroom.
"Just let me get cleaned up and I'll tell you what we found out," Dean called from inside the bathroom, the sound of the shower filling Castiel's head with visions of moist skin. He scrubbed at the stubble on his chin and frowned. He needed some air. He relocated to an airy meadow in the back of beyond in New Zealand. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to slow the racing of his heart and the swelling of…. Well, that was interesting. That had never happened before. He looked down, puzzled. Angels weren't supposed to be sexual beings. Uriel often lambasted humans as being sexual beings, driven by lust. Did these feelings mean he was becoming more human? ReCAPTCHA seemed to indicate it was so. Could it be mistaken?
Castiel blinked and realized he had been standing in the meadow for far too long, lost in thought. In the blink of an eye he returned to the motel room. Only to freeze at the sight of Dean, hunched over the laptop, the light of the screen illuminating his face.
He didn't know what gave his presence away, perhaps the displaced air fanning against the smooth cheek, but Dean turned and captured him with a piercing gaze.
"DeansAngel3? Seriously?" Then the sensuous lips quirked and a full bellied laugh erupted from Dean's throat. "Man, you are seriously fucked up for an angel."
"I simply wanted to make sure that the Gospel was not misinterpret-" His words cut off as Dean rose from the chair and - there was no other word for it - stalked towards him.
"So they disagree about who's toppier, huh?" Dean pushed the shoulders of the trenchcoat down, divesting Castiel of his armour. He cupped Castiel's face and swooped in for a kiss. "How about we find out how toppy I can be?"
Not a verbose angel by nature, Castiel's tongue was frozen, words a jumbled mess in his head as Dean led him to the bed, stripped them efficiently of their clothes and pushed Castiel lightly facedown onto the bedspread, pinning his wrists just about his head and licking a broad stripe up the knobs of his spine.
Castiel whimpered as goose bumps raised on his arms. He hadn't known human bodies could be so responsive to touch, so needy with desire. So… a squeaking sound escaped his lips as Dean ran his tongue along the curved edge of his ear.
Dean whispered in his ear, "You were writing about me and Sam. Together." Castiel felt his wrists being released after a tight squeeze warned him to keep them there. "You said I would be dominant. Taking him, just like this." His body surged against the bedspread as Dean ran a hand over his ass with slick and probing fingers. "Could you imagine me holding him down, spreading him open? He'd beg me for it, wouldn't he? But not you. Not an angel." Castiel's eyes fluttered shut as he felt Dean enter him fully. "Did you imagine me rutting him like a dog, or taking him slow and sweet, opening him like a rare flower?" The first thrust took his breath away and Dean's breath ghosted, Dean's hands urging him to his knees, spreading them wide. "Do you imagine him open and begging, filled with need, slick and tight? Or would you rather be doing that to me?"
Castiel moaned as his body insisted on responding to the urges, torn between pressing his cock against the bed or rocking back onto the hardness pressing into him. Dean was generous to resolve the conflict, thrusting so hard as to collapse Castiel flat on the bed. Who cared about whether or not he was human when these feelings were so incredibly good?
He could feel pressure building in his chest, a growing burn that ached to release itself. His eyelids fluttered uncontrollably and he could feel the pulsating increase.
"Dean! Close your eyes!" he managed to scream, praying that Dean would have the wherewithal to obey. And then he was coming, physically and metaphysically. Semen sprayed the bedspread as the room was filled with a holy light, engulfing them in pure radiance.
When the light faded, his groin was damp, his ass was slick and dripping and Dean was pressed heavily on his back, panting with his head pressed against his shoulder.
"Can I open my eyes now?" Dean managed to ask through his gasping breaths.
"Yes. It is over," Castiel said and winced slightly as Dean began to withdraw from him.
"What the hell was that about?" Dean asked as Castiel rolled over, taking in Dean's flushed face and messy hair.
"That's never happened before," Castiel said, eyes down in apology. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, hell. I'm not complaining, I think I just shot my brains out my dick. Just a little warning would be nice." Dean huffed, stroking a hand from Castiel's shoulder to elbow. "Just a little warning."
Castiel smiled. "We could always try a blindfold."
Finis