Unexpected Destinies Chapter 32
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,281
Summary: It's not how Dean planned it, but he's never been big on romantic gestures anyway.
PAST
Dean groaned as Castiel licked his cock from base to tip even as he tried to figure out how they had ended up here. He'd been trying to plan this evening for some time now, completely unable to make up his mind on how to go about it, discarding each idea as either too chick flick like or as something his angel just wouldn't get. His lover, however, had clearly had other plans, ambushing him as he came out of the shower after a successful if disgusting hunt. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed his angel's fascination with water on his skin. He really should pull him into the shower once.
"You're thinking too much," Castiel complained, somehow managing to look put out.
"Only about you," Dean told him.
That was something else he'd discovered about his lover, he liked it when Dean mentioned having thought about him in a sexual sense. He pulled Castiel up his body so he could get at his mouth, rolling them as they kissed. The feel and sound of his angel beneath him made him come to a decision. Screw the larger romantic gestures, they weren't really him anyway and Cas had never given any indication that he desired any of that either. Instead the angel seemed to prefer ambushing him at odd times and not always when they were entirely in private, though he strongly suspected Castiel now kept a careful angelic eye out for anyone who could interrupt them.
He always figured it was the way it was done rather than any superficial events surrounding it that really counted anyway. Dean moved down Castiel's neck and sucked a hickey at the base of his throat, causing his lover to moan and bring a hand up to the back of his head. He soothed the spot with his tongue before pulling back. He noted that the bruise didn't immediately fade which meant his lover was purposefully preventing it from healing. The realization made him groan and buck against Castiel.
"Cas."
"Yes, Dean?"
"Would you like to try something new?"
"Yes, anything."
"No, this is different, more."
Castiel stopped trying to pull him back into a kiss to properly look at him. "You mean penetration."
What did it say about him that his lover's way of phrasing things no longer even phased him, even in a sexual setting? "Yeah, I'm talking about penetration."
"Yes."
"Are you sure? This is different from anything we've done before."
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I want you to fuck me."
Dean bucked against his lover involuntarily and a strangled moan escaped him. The angel had discovered his like of dirty talk recently and had been making full use of it ever since. He didn't know what it was, but there was something so dirty and wrong about those types of words coming from Castiel's mouth that he couldn't get enough of. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand for the tube of lube he'd put there upon arrival at the motel.
"Okay, but you need to tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop."
"I will."
"Lube," Dean explained as he squeezed some onto his hand to warm it, very aware of his lover watching his every move. "Normally I'd use condoms as well, but that's not necessary now."
"Condoms?"
"Protection."
"Against what?"
"Pregnancy with women and STDs with both genders," Dean explained, using the topic to push himself back from the brink a bit so this wouldn't be over too fast. "Sexually transmitted diseases, but I'm clean and for you it probably doesn't matter."
"No."
Clearly impatient, his lover pulled him down and Dean went willingly, plundering that wonderful mouth. As expected, Castiel's tongue came up to challenge his and he slowly reached down, stroking his lover's balls. Then he reached behind them, stroking the sensitive skin there and making his angel buck up and writhe beneath him. He almost had to stop as the wonderful sensations were threatening to make him come far too soon, but managed to persevere. His finger then moved further back and into new territory for his lover, but if it bothered Castiel at all, he didn't let it show, spreading his legs instead for easier access.
Dean slid down his angel's body a little so he could focus his attention on his nipples and make it easier to reach Castiel's opening, circling his finger around it before he pushed the tip inside, breaching the ring of muscles. Cas gasped, hands coming up to clutch at him and he waited, continue to lave attention on his nipples until he felt the angel relax beneath him once more. Slowly, gently, he worked his finger inside until it was sliding easily in and out and his lover was completely relaxed, head thrown back and making wonderful little noises. He used the opportunity to introduce a second finger, at first just sliding them both in and out before he started scissoring them to begin working Castiel open for him in earnest.
The first time Dean brushed his angel's prostrate, the resulting bucking movement of Cas' hips was so strong he was nearly dislodged from atop him. Though it surprised him, he laughed.
"Like that, huh?"
"Dean! More, please, again!"
The lack of control turned Dean on in a way he'd never imagined it could. He was the one that was the one that was doing this to his lover! He was the one to give him so much pleasure that he forgot to be careful and was losing control. Gladly, he brushed the angel's prostate again and again and again until he'd worked three fingers inside and was easily sliding them in and out.
"Dean," Castiel gasped. "Dean!"
"You ready for more?"
"Yes, now!"
The command sent a thrill through him and shit, Dean was discovering kinks he never knew he had. But he was damned if he could resist an order issued to him in such a pleasure soaked and gravelly voice. Especially from someone he cared about so deeply. Quickly he lubed himself up, briefly squeezing the base of his cock to pull him further from the edge before he lifted one of Cas' legs onto his shoulder and brushed the head of his cock against his lover's entrance. The move had both of them groaning even before he slowly started pushing his way inside. The heat and tightness was incredible and it was all he could do not to bury himself in it to the hilt in a single quick thrust, but somehow he managed.
Finally fully sheathed, Dean rested his head on Castiel's shoulder, fighting off the urge to just come right then and there or to start thrusting immediately. His lover was breathing hard, emitting tiny little gasps that were a mix of pleasure and wonder at the new sensations. Then the muscles around his cock were clamping down on him and he bit the skin he'd started sucking on and moaned.
"Cas!"
"Move."
Dean didn't need to be told twice and started to pull back before gently thrusting forward once more. He set a slow, steady rhythm until Castiel started meeting him, thrust for thrust and they picked up the pace, his lover pulling him down into a heated and dirty kiss while telling him to move harder and faster. He responded immediately and soon he was thrusting hard enough to make a human feel it for a week, but Cas wasn't human. The thought caused his breath to catch and he pulled up far enough to his lover's face. Their eyes met and held until he reached down between them to fist Castiel's cock and then his lover was coming, his expression an amazing mixture of sheer bliss, wonder and something he couldn't quite identify.
Then the clenching muscles around him pulled his own orgasm from him and Dean followed Castiel over the edge.
/
Castiel came back to himself in time to see his mate orgasm and he found himself completely unable to look away. Dean was always beautiful, but when he was like this, so completely uninhibited, his face showing all that he felt, he was even more breathtaking. Despite that, he found himself distracted by the pulsing of his mate's cock deep within him and the feeling of Dean's seed spilling inside of him. He groaned at the new sensations and his eyes fell shut as the pleasure washed over him.
It all felt so incredible that Castiel was content to just bask in the wonderful afterglow. He was less pleased when Dean shifted and slipped out of him, the loss of contact coming far too soon. Instead, he cleaned his own seed from himself with a twist of his Grace and pulled his mate down onto him. Dean came willingly and hummed in satisfaction when he wrapped his arms and wings around him, though he knew his mate couldn't feel the latter. He loved how pliant his hunter was after sex, muscles loose and mind at peace for once, basking in the pleasure they'd shared and the continued connection between them where warm skin melded with warm skin.
As Dean normally drifted off into a contented sleep, Castiel had often wished that he could keep his mate like that, so relaxed and happy without a single worry marring his peace. It also hadn't escaped his notice that whenever he held Dean in his arms while the hunter slept, that Dean didn't have any nightmares. He knew it wasn't that the nightmares had gone away, as he still arrived to find his mate in the middle of them when he came at night, and was pleased at what that meant. In addition to feeling safe with him, Dean found his presence soothing on a very deep level.
Not only was that good in its own right, but it meant that Castiel was free to just observe and enjoy having his mate so close instead of needing to actively soothe Dean's mind from whatever horrors it like to conjure or relive at night. Just the feel of his mate's sleep warm skin against his own was still a miracle he thanked his Father for every time he was able to simply enjoy it. Then there was the peaceful expression on his face and the way Dean liked to press as close to him as possible, snuggling he believed humans called it though his hunter had vehemently denied it the one time he'd mentioned it. The nature of his mate's protestations, however, and the slight color that had tinged Dean's cheeks had told him all he needed to know about the accuracy of his thoughts.
Castiel found Dean's need to deny the truth at times both perplexing and endearing. Abstractly, he understood humans didn't feel comfortable sharing everything about themselves with others, but the idea of having to feel ashamed about what they felt or liked was entirely alien to him and he found that he couldn't understand it on more logical level. The notion that there was anything about his mate that he wouldn't like and for which Dean needed to feel bad for would be funny if the hunter didn't believe it so deeply. Instead it saddened him that his mate thought that he needed to pretend that he didn't want more physical contact and comfort.
It had taken him a while, but Castiel had noticed how much a simple touch could soothe and comfort his mate and had taken to touching Dean more often. Not only did the hunter seem to enjoy it, but it also served to help satisfy his own desire to be as close to his mate as possible. It had been a long time since Dean had said anything about personal space, though he had made sure to keep what humans seemed to consider a normal distance between them when in public.
The rumbling of Dean's stomach had Castiel glancing at his mate with a smile only to find his mate watching him. His eyes were half-lidded and he seemed to be more asleep then awake, but Dean was definitely watching him.
"That was amazing," Castiel said, having heard the word used in this context during an episode of Dr. Sexy he'd found Dean watching last week.
The fact that none of the characters had used 'good' or 'liked very much' or even anything like those words and had instead said things like 'amazing,' 'awesome,' and 'wonderful' had made Castiel worry that he might have unintentionally insulted his mate before, but Dean had never seemed offended. The smile he got now, though, proved to him that Dean had noticed and appreciated the difference. It was a beautiful smile, wide and open without any of that edge Dean's smile had contained when he'd heard a woman tell his mate something to this same effect. He wasn't sure what it was, but it had grown when Dean had glanced at his brother and Sam had seemed disgusted, rolling his eyes. It wasn't that he disliked that smile, but he preferred this one. It seemed more honest.
"I'm glad you think so," Dean replied.
Since his mate seemed in no hurry to move, Castiel was unable to resist reaching out and running the back of his hand along Dean's cheek. The hunter's eyes dropped closed and he hummed his appreciation, leaning into the touch.
"Look at me, Dean," Castiel requested, wanting to see his mate's eyes.
Dean obeyed and their gazes locked and held. Castiel could easily spend all day like this if there weren't an Apocalypse, simply looking at his mate, whether it be at his body or his soul.
Chapter 33
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,281
Summary: It's not how Dean planned it, but he's never been big on romantic gestures anyway.
PAST
Dean groaned as Castiel licked his cock from base to tip even as he tried to figure out how they had ended up here. He'd been trying to plan this evening for some time now, completely unable to make up his mind on how to go about it, discarding each idea as either too chick flick like or as something his angel just wouldn't get. His lover, however, had clearly had other plans, ambushing him as he came out of the shower after a successful if disgusting hunt. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed his angel's fascination with water on his skin. He really should pull him into the shower once.
"You're thinking too much," Castiel complained, somehow managing to look put out.
"Only about you," Dean told him.
That was something else he'd discovered about his lover, he liked it when Dean mentioned having thought about him in a sexual sense. He pulled Castiel up his body so he could get at his mouth, rolling them as they kissed. The feel and sound of his angel beneath him made him come to a decision. Screw the larger romantic gestures, they weren't really him anyway and Cas had never given any indication that he desired any of that either. Instead the angel seemed to prefer ambushing him at odd times and not always when they were entirely in private, though he strongly suspected Castiel now kept a careful angelic eye out for anyone who could interrupt them.
He always figured it was the way it was done rather than any superficial events surrounding it that really counted anyway. Dean moved down Castiel's neck and sucked a hickey at the base of his throat, causing his lover to moan and bring a hand up to the back of his head. He soothed the spot with his tongue before pulling back. He noted that the bruise didn't immediately fade which meant his lover was purposefully preventing it from healing. The realization made him groan and buck against Castiel.
"Cas."
"Yes, Dean?"
"Would you like to try something new?"
"Yes, anything."
"No, this is different, more."
Castiel stopped trying to pull him back into a kiss to properly look at him. "You mean penetration."
What did it say about him that his lover's way of phrasing things no longer even phased him, even in a sexual setting? "Yeah, I'm talking about penetration."
"Yes."
"Are you sure? This is different from anything we've done before."
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I want you to fuck me."
Dean bucked against his lover involuntarily and a strangled moan escaped him. The angel had discovered his like of dirty talk recently and had been making full use of it ever since. He didn't know what it was, but there was something so dirty and wrong about those types of words coming from Castiel's mouth that he couldn't get enough of. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand for the tube of lube he'd put there upon arrival at the motel.
"Okay, but you need to tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop."
"I will."
"Lube," Dean explained as he squeezed some onto his hand to warm it, very aware of his lover watching his every move. "Normally I'd use condoms as well, but that's not necessary now."
"Condoms?"
"Protection."
"Against what?"
"Pregnancy with women and STDs with both genders," Dean explained, using the topic to push himself back from the brink a bit so this wouldn't be over too fast. "Sexually transmitted diseases, but I'm clean and for you it probably doesn't matter."
"No."
Clearly impatient, his lover pulled him down and Dean went willingly, plundering that wonderful mouth. As expected, Castiel's tongue came up to challenge his and he slowly reached down, stroking his lover's balls. Then he reached behind them, stroking the sensitive skin there and making his angel buck up and writhe beneath him. He almost had to stop as the wonderful sensations were threatening to make him come far too soon, but managed to persevere. His finger then moved further back and into new territory for his lover, but if it bothered Castiel at all, he didn't let it show, spreading his legs instead for easier access.
Dean slid down his angel's body a little so he could focus his attention on his nipples and make it easier to reach Castiel's opening, circling his finger around it before he pushed the tip inside, breaching the ring of muscles. Cas gasped, hands coming up to clutch at him and he waited, continue to lave attention on his nipples until he felt the angel relax beneath him once more. Slowly, gently, he worked his finger inside until it was sliding easily in and out and his lover was completely relaxed, head thrown back and making wonderful little noises. He used the opportunity to introduce a second finger, at first just sliding them both in and out before he started scissoring them to begin working Castiel open for him in earnest.
The first time Dean brushed his angel's prostrate, the resulting bucking movement of Cas' hips was so strong he was nearly dislodged from atop him. Though it surprised him, he laughed.
"Like that, huh?"
"Dean! More, please, again!"
The lack of control turned Dean on in a way he'd never imagined it could. He was the one that was the one that was doing this to his lover! He was the one to give him so much pleasure that he forgot to be careful and was losing control. Gladly, he brushed the angel's prostate again and again and again until he'd worked three fingers inside and was easily sliding them in and out.
"Dean," Castiel gasped. "Dean!"
"You ready for more?"
"Yes, now!"
The command sent a thrill through him and shit, Dean was discovering kinks he never knew he had. But he was damned if he could resist an order issued to him in such a pleasure soaked and gravelly voice. Especially from someone he cared about so deeply. Quickly he lubed himself up, briefly squeezing the base of his cock to pull him further from the edge before he lifted one of Cas' legs onto his shoulder and brushed the head of his cock against his lover's entrance. The move had both of them groaning even before he slowly started pushing his way inside. The heat and tightness was incredible and it was all he could do not to bury himself in it to the hilt in a single quick thrust, but somehow he managed.
Finally fully sheathed, Dean rested his head on Castiel's shoulder, fighting off the urge to just come right then and there or to start thrusting immediately. His lover was breathing hard, emitting tiny little gasps that were a mix of pleasure and wonder at the new sensations. Then the muscles around his cock were clamping down on him and he bit the skin he'd started sucking on and moaned.
"Cas!"
"Move."
Dean didn't need to be told twice and started to pull back before gently thrusting forward once more. He set a slow, steady rhythm until Castiel started meeting him, thrust for thrust and they picked up the pace, his lover pulling him down into a heated and dirty kiss while telling him to move harder and faster. He responded immediately and soon he was thrusting hard enough to make a human feel it for a week, but Cas wasn't human. The thought caused his breath to catch and he pulled up far enough to his lover's face. Their eyes met and held until he reached down between them to fist Castiel's cock and then his lover was coming, his expression an amazing mixture of sheer bliss, wonder and something he couldn't quite identify.
Then the clenching muscles around him pulled his own orgasm from him and Dean followed Castiel over the edge.
/
Castiel came back to himself in time to see his mate orgasm and he found himself completely unable to look away. Dean was always beautiful, but when he was like this, so completely uninhibited, his face showing all that he felt, he was even more breathtaking. Despite that, he found himself distracted by the pulsing of his mate's cock deep within him and the feeling of Dean's seed spilling inside of him. He groaned at the new sensations and his eyes fell shut as the pleasure washed over him.
It all felt so incredible that Castiel was content to just bask in the wonderful afterglow. He was less pleased when Dean shifted and slipped out of him, the loss of contact coming far too soon. Instead, he cleaned his own seed from himself with a twist of his Grace and pulled his mate down onto him. Dean came willingly and hummed in satisfaction when he wrapped his arms and wings around him, though he knew his mate couldn't feel the latter. He loved how pliant his hunter was after sex, muscles loose and mind at peace for once, basking in the pleasure they'd shared and the continued connection between them where warm skin melded with warm skin.
As Dean normally drifted off into a contented sleep, Castiel had often wished that he could keep his mate like that, so relaxed and happy without a single worry marring his peace. It also hadn't escaped his notice that whenever he held Dean in his arms while the hunter slept, that Dean didn't have any nightmares. He knew it wasn't that the nightmares had gone away, as he still arrived to find his mate in the middle of them when he came at night, and was pleased at what that meant. In addition to feeling safe with him, Dean found his presence soothing on a very deep level.
Not only was that good in its own right, but it meant that Castiel was free to just observe and enjoy having his mate so close instead of needing to actively soothe Dean's mind from whatever horrors it like to conjure or relive at night. Just the feel of his mate's sleep warm skin against his own was still a miracle he thanked his Father for every time he was able to simply enjoy it. Then there was the peaceful expression on his face and the way Dean liked to press as close to him as possible, snuggling he believed humans called it though his hunter had vehemently denied it the one time he'd mentioned it. The nature of his mate's protestations, however, and the slight color that had tinged Dean's cheeks had told him all he needed to know about the accuracy of his thoughts.
Castiel found Dean's need to deny the truth at times both perplexing and endearing. Abstractly, he understood humans didn't feel comfortable sharing everything about themselves with others, but the idea of having to feel ashamed about what they felt or liked was entirely alien to him and he found that he couldn't understand it on more logical level. The notion that there was anything about his mate that he wouldn't like and for which Dean needed to feel bad for would be funny if the hunter didn't believe it so deeply. Instead it saddened him that his mate thought that he needed to pretend that he didn't want more physical contact and comfort.
It had taken him a while, but Castiel had noticed how much a simple touch could soothe and comfort his mate and had taken to touching Dean more often. Not only did the hunter seem to enjoy it, but it also served to help satisfy his own desire to be as close to his mate as possible. It had been a long time since Dean had said anything about personal space, though he had made sure to keep what humans seemed to consider a normal distance between them when in public.
The rumbling of Dean's stomach had Castiel glancing at his mate with a smile only to find his mate watching him. His eyes were half-lidded and he seemed to be more asleep then awake, but Dean was definitely watching him.
"That was amazing," Castiel said, having heard the word used in this context during an episode of Dr. Sexy he'd found Dean watching last week.
The fact that none of the characters had used 'good' or 'liked very much' or even anything like those words and had instead said things like 'amazing,' 'awesome,' and 'wonderful' had made Castiel worry that he might have unintentionally insulted his mate before, but Dean had never seemed offended. The smile he got now, though, proved to him that Dean had noticed and appreciated the difference. It was a beautiful smile, wide and open without any of that edge Dean's smile had contained when he'd heard a woman tell his mate something to this same effect. He wasn't sure what it was, but it had grown when Dean had glanced at his brother and Sam had seemed disgusted, rolling his eyes. It wasn't that he disliked that smile, but he preferred this one. It seemed more honest.
"I'm glad you think so," Dean replied.
Since his mate seemed in no hurry to move, Castiel was unable to resist reaching out and running the back of his hand along Dean's cheek. The hunter's eyes dropped closed and he hummed his appreciation, leaning into the touch.
"Look at me, Dean," Castiel requested, wanting to see his mate's eyes.
Dean obeyed and their gazes locked and held. Castiel could easily spend all day like this if there weren't an Apocalypse, simply looking at his mate, whether it be at his body or his soul.
Chapter 33