Unexpected Destinies Chapter 39
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, attempted non-con, mild het
Word Count: 2,489
Summary: Did Dean manage to summon Michael or not?
PAST
"Who's Michael, Gorgeous?" she demanded, nibbling on his ear. "He someone who you think can protect you? No one can save you now, you're mine."
She ground down on him again and Dean was lost in the fog of desire and arousal clouding his mind. He keened and mewled pitifully, desperate for release. Then there was a screech above him, a new voice that sounded familiar and suddenly the weight atop him was just gone. He whined pathetically, wanting it back, needing it back, but then the part of him that had broken through before was back.
Cas!
No, wrong, bad. Castiel, he needed his angel. The next pair of hands that touched his were larger than the creature's but they were still wrong and he rocked back with a cry. No! Bad, wrong. Cas. Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas! No one else, just Castiel. His. His angel, his lover, his Cas. But the need, arousal, lust was building and he was afraid that he'd lose himself again and take anyone. He whined in distress and tried to roll himself into a ball for protection and to keep others- bad!- away. He thought he heard his name called but the voice was wrong, bad.
"Cas," Dean managed to moan.
/
'Brother, Dean needs you. Now.'
That had been all Michael needed to say for Castiel to abandon his task and fly towards his brother at once. It took him only a few seconds to assess the motel room he'd landed in, but what he found caused fury to explode to life within him. His mate was curled into a protective ball, whimpering and keening in distress at the foot of the bed. His brother was crouched on the ground about a yard away, looking more hesitant then he'd ever seen him before, which could only mean that his own attempts to help had been solidly rebuffed. On the floor across the room, about as far away from Dean was it was possible to get in the small space, was the burned out husk of what to any human would appear to be a regular woman. To him, however, she was so much more, a copniry succubus and an incredibly powerful one based on the pheromones weighing down the air. Also in evidence were a broken salt line at the door and Dean's favored pearl handled Colt, the latter of which was carelessly discarded on the floor.
It hardly took a genius to figure out what had transpired here, especially with his mate topless and it was all that Castiel could do not to completely incinerate the creature's corpse. Instead, he cleaned the air with a thought to prevent Dean from breathing in anymore of the pheromones.
"Castiel, he won't let me touch him," Michael stated, rising to his feet.
With three strides, Castiel was at Dean's side and reaching out to touch him. At first his mate froze and he was just starting to wonder if he'd made a mistake before Dean launched himself at him and he had an armful of only partially aware, but heavily aroused human who was also shaking with adrenaline and fear.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas," Dean muttered, barely audibly.
His mate then proceeded to bury his face into his clothing, trembling a few times before seeming to settle somewhat. Castiel looked down at him with a frown, very able to sense how heavily drugged and doused Dean was with venom and not liking it in the slightest. As it was, it was a miracle that the hunter had been able to surface from the creature's thrall long enough to realize that something was wrong, much less to formulate a plan to call for help and let alone follow it through. Well, if that was what had happened.
"He called you?" Castiel questioned, pained that his mate hadn't been able to summon him when he so desperately needed help, but glad that there had been at least one option available to him.
"If you can call it that, yes," Michael replied. "It was more a wave of chaotic emotions, half of which I couldn't even understand, but the desperation and fear were enough for me to realize exactly how serious the situation was."
Not that a call from Dean wouldn't have had his brother rushing to his side anyway, Castiel knew. The bond between a vessel and their angel was strong for many angels, but for archangels who only had a very limited number of true vessels over the course of the millennia, it was that much stronger. On top of which was the fact that Michael had been trying to gain their trust and the fact that Dean had never summoned him before. So, all together, it had been pretty much guaranteed that a call to Michael would summon help for his mate. He was just amazed that the hunter had managed to do so given how heavily poisoned he was.
Castiel felt another surge of love and admiration for his mate as he gently stroked the back of his head, trying to calm the remaining fear. That Dean was aware of who he was- or wasn't as evidenced by Michael's rejection- was even more amazing and it warmed him greatly. Those more positive emotions helped him to control the sheer rage that still swirled within him at the creature and what had so nearly happened. As if his mate hadn't already gone through enough in the past and didn't have enough to deal with now, he still got something like this added to his burdens.
Glancing up at his brother to ask for advice, he found Michael frowning down at Dean and something about his expression set him on edge.
"What?" Castiel demanded.
"That was a copniry succubus."
"Yes, and?"
"Copniry succubi need an opening in order to get a human to the point he is now."
Ah, of course. Michael was right, naturally, and since he didn't known Dean as well as Castiel did, he was drawing the wrong conclusions from the evidence he had available to him. He didn't begrudge his brother the mistake, though, as he knew well how difficult his mate could be to understand. If he'd never held Dean's soul in his own hands, he didn't think he'd know him nearly as well as he did. Even as it was, there were still times when he felt like he hardly knew the hunter at all. In some ways it was part of the attraction, the complex and multifaceted soul that could always surprise and amuse him, but at other times it was frustrating. He could easily understand why Michael found it so hard to understand the man who'd been destined to be his vessel.
"Yes, they do."
"Yet he is supposed to be with you," Michael stated. "Does it not bother you, this sign that he has doubts?"
"No, because I do not think that it was his feelings for me that let her in."
"I do not understand. You care for him deeply, have done things for him that defy logical thought and explanation, how could it possibly be your feelings for him that let her gain a foothold in his mind?"
"Because Dean has very little sense of self-worth." Michael merely continued to look at him without understanding, so Castiel elaborated. "He does not think that he deserves anything good that happens to him. He thinks that what he did in Hell has tainted him forever and looks at anything good with suspicion."
"He believes himself unworthy of you?"
"Yes. Though Dean does not think highly of angels overall, he still seems to class those of us he does like as far outside of his reach."
"That does not make any sense."
"It is one of the many complexities of Dean Winchester. I fear that he may think that I cannot like him as much as I do as he does not see himself as deserving of that kind of emotion."
"Even after all that you have done for him?" Michael questioned.
"He would say that I did it for humanity as a whole and because it was right."
"But you did not."
"Not all of the time, no." The considering look on his brother's face was a major step forwards and Castiel was glad for it, even as he turned his thoughts towards his mate. "I have seen you looking at his soul."
"It is unbelievably bright. I do not think I have seen another that matches it."
"Famine told him he was immune to him because there was nothing inside of him, that he was empty and broken."
Michael's face darkened as Castiel had expected it would.
"He believes this?"
"That and worse. He used to think he only had tattered remnants of it left, sullied and more demonized than anything else. I have done my best to remedy this situation, but it is difficult as he truly believes this."
"I see. Thank you for telling me this, Brother."
"You saved him and I believe you can help me make him come to view himself as he truly is."
"I shall try."
Dean's fists tightened in his clothing and Castiel could feel a change overcoming his mate. As his fear had faded, so had his ability to cling to whatever it was that had allowed him to fight off the creature's thrall for as long as he had. Now his control was crumbling and the venom was reasserting itself over his mate. He took it as a compliment, that Dean felt safe enough in his arms for his control to slip so far from his grasp. That reminded him of his initial question for his brother.
"Can you banish the venom? I have never tried to remove something that has wound itself so tightly around a human mind before."
"It is possible," Michael stated, stepping closer. "But it would be a very difficult and painful procedure and there are risks, especially given how aware he is of angelic powers. He might sense the intrusion and misconstrue it as something harmful, which would cause him to resist it."
Castiel's hands tightened protectively on Dean's body. "What is the alternative?"
"To let it runs its course. You are his mate and I doubt he would mind."
"Would that not harm him?"
"Not without the succubus there to drain his life energy from him or to draw out the effects of the poison. The venom itself is merely a tool to render the succubi irresistible to their victims, the rest is all the succubi themselves."
"Very well."
With a final nod, Michael vanished, taking the corpse of the creature with him. Castiel shifted his hold on his mate, the whine of protest Dean made making him wish once more that he'd been able to be the one that had saved his hunter and killed the succubus.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas."
The continued chanting of his name, steadily getting more desperate caused the fury to rise within Castiel once more. His mate was all but totally gone under the venom, his eyes glazed and unseeing and his body reacting widely to every small touch. While it was true that Dean's trust touched him deeply, he didn't like the fact that his hunter was so out of it as to hardly even be aware of his surroundings and what was going on. If there had been a safe way to remove the venom from his system, he'd have chosen that way in a heartbeat, but there was no way he was risking Dean for his own comfort with the situation.
Now that he had a better grip, Castiel rose to his feet easily, cradling his mate close to him before he lowered him onto the bed. It was in doing so that he noticed Dean's belt had been unbuckled and he felt another wave of fury wash over him, mixed with fear at exactly how close it had been. If his hunter hadn't been able to reach out to Michael... The possibility was too horrific to truly contemplate and he was merely thankful that it was only one of those 'what if' scenarios he'd discussed with Sam once. Then he pulled back a bit, so that with a twist of his Grace their clothes were gone, but the brief lack of contact had resulted in pitiful keening and mewling that had him simultaneously experiencing heart ache and fury.
Without another moment's hesitation, he lowered himself atop his mate.
/
The need, want, lust was almost all that Dean knew, only a tiny fraction of his mind aware of the touch, warmth and scent that enveloped him.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas."
When it suddenly vanished, every part of him cried out for more, his whole world thrown into disarray and panic. Quickly, however, it returned and he moaned in relief and satisfaction at the feel of so much naked skin pressing up against his own. It drove him wild, so good and yet not enough, never enough. He bucked up into Cas, wanting more, needing him, and touching him everywhere he could. He also latched onto the nearest available surface of skin he could find with his mouth and started to lick, suck, bite. It tasted Heavenly and he looked for more, protesting when his head was pulled away from his treat but then mewling when Cas' mouth found his.
Pleasure was sizzling along his nerves from every point where Dean touched his Cas and he loved it but wanted more. "Cas! Cas, Cas, Cas, please!"
"Shh."
The soothing sound reached him, but all the rest was lost to the haze in his mind and he keened when Cas touched his cock, taking it in hand and stroking it from root to tip. The touch was unexpectedly cool and Dean whined in confusion even as his hips continued to thrust through those delicious fingers until they vanished. Before he could protest, though, they were replaced with something else, a heat that threatened to burn him up and then there was tightness and he tried to thrust up, further into it, but couldn't. His hips were pinned to the bed and he cried out in dismay, but it turned to sounds of delight as the rest of his cock was slowly engulfed in the glorious heat until he was completely sheathed in it. More, more, more, move, move, move.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas."
When he was finally allowed to move, Dean nearly cried in relief, keening as he began to thrust, mouth once again taken in a kiss. All thoughts left him but for the need, want, lust and pleasure as it sizzled and sang through his veins as he writhed and thrust beneath the angel atop him. It all build within him until it was just pleasure/pain and then he was coming, awareness shattering and scattering away from him.
Chapter 40
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, attempted non-con, mild het
Word Count: 2,489
Summary: Did Dean manage to summon Michael or not?
PAST
"Who's Michael, Gorgeous?" she demanded, nibbling on his ear. "He someone who you think can protect you? No one can save you now, you're mine."
She ground down on him again and Dean was lost in the fog of desire and arousal clouding his mind. He keened and mewled pitifully, desperate for release. Then there was a screech above him, a new voice that sounded familiar and suddenly the weight atop him was just gone. He whined pathetically, wanting it back, needing it back, but then the part of him that had broken through before was back.
Cas!
No, wrong, bad. Castiel, he needed his angel. The next pair of hands that touched his were larger than the creature's but they were still wrong and he rocked back with a cry. No! Bad, wrong. Cas. Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas! No one else, just Castiel. His. His angel, his lover, his Cas. But the need, arousal, lust was building and he was afraid that he'd lose himself again and take anyone. He whined in distress and tried to roll himself into a ball for protection and to keep others- bad!- away. He thought he heard his name called but the voice was wrong, bad.
"Cas," Dean managed to moan.
/
'Brother, Dean needs you. Now.'
That had been all Michael needed to say for Castiel to abandon his task and fly towards his brother at once. It took him only a few seconds to assess the motel room he'd landed in, but what he found caused fury to explode to life within him. His mate was curled into a protective ball, whimpering and keening in distress at the foot of the bed. His brother was crouched on the ground about a yard away, looking more hesitant then he'd ever seen him before, which could only mean that his own attempts to help had been solidly rebuffed. On the floor across the room, about as far away from Dean was it was possible to get in the small space, was the burned out husk of what to any human would appear to be a regular woman. To him, however, she was so much more, a copniry succubus and an incredibly powerful one based on the pheromones weighing down the air. Also in evidence were a broken salt line at the door and Dean's favored pearl handled Colt, the latter of which was carelessly discarded on the floor.
It hardly took a genius to figure out what had transpired here, especially with his mate topless and it was all that Castiel could do not to completely incinerate the creature's corpse. Instead, he cleaned the air with a thought to prevent Dean from breathing in anymore of the pheromones.
"Castiel, he won't let me touch him," Michael stated, rising to his feet.
With three strides, Castiel was at Dean's side and reaching out to touch him. At first his mate froze and he was just starting to wonder if he'd made a mistake before Dean launched himself at him and he had an armful of only partially aware, but heavily aroused human who was also shaking with adrenaline and fear.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas," Dean muttered, barely audibly.
His mate then proceeded to bury his face into his clothing, trembling a few times before seeming to settle somewhat. Castiel looked down at him with a frown, very able to sense how heavily drugged and doused Dean was with venom and not liking it in the slightest. As it was, it was a miracle that the hunter had been able to surface from the creature's thrall long enough to realize that something was wrong, much less to formulate a plan to call for help and let alone follow it through. Well, if that was what had happened.
"He called you?" Castiel questioned, pained that his mate hadn't been able to summon him when he so desperately needed help, but glad that there had been at least one option available to him.
"If you can call it that, yes," Michael replied. "It was more a wave of chaotic emotions, half of which I couldn't even understand, but the desperation and fear were enough for me to realize exactly how serious the situation was."
Not that a call from Dean wouldn't have had his brother rushing to his side anyway, Castiel knew. The bond between a vessel and their angel was strong for many angels, but for archangels who only had a very limited number of true vessels over the course of the millennia, it was that much stronger. On top of which was the fact that Michael had been trying to gain their trust and the fact that Dean had never summoned him before. So, all together, it had been pretty much guaranteed that a call to Michael would summon help for his mate. He was just amazed that the hunter had managed to do so given how heavily poisoned he was.
Castiel felt another surge of love and admiration for his mate as he gently stroked the back of his head, trying to calm the remaining fear. That Dean was aware of who he was- or wasn't as evidenced by Michael's rejection- was even more amazing and it warmed him greatly. Those more positive emotions helped him to control the sheer rage that still swirled within him at the creature and what had so nearly happened. As if his mate hadn't already gone through enough in the past and didn't have enough to deal with now, he still got something like this added to his burdens.
Glancing up at his brother to ask for advice, he found Michael frowning down at Dean and something about his expression set him on edge.
"What?" Castiel demanded.
"That was a copniry succubus."
"Yes, and?"
"Copniry succubi need an opening in order to get a human to the point he is now."
Ah, of course. Michael was right, naturally, and since he didn't known Dean as well as Castiel did, he was drawing the wrong conclusions from the evidence he had available to him. He didn't begrudge his brother the mistake, though, as he knew well how difficult his mate could be to understand. If he'd never held Dean's soul in his own hands, he didn't think he'd know him nearly as well as he did. Even as it was, there were still times when he felt like he hardly knew the hunter at all. In some ways it was part of the attraction, the complex and multifaceted soul that could always surprise and amuse him, but at other times it was frustrating. He could easily understand why Michael found it so hard to understand the man who'd been destined to be his vessel.
"Yes, they do."
"Yet he is supposed to be with you," Michael stated. "Does it not bother you, this sign that he has doubts?"
"No, because I do not think that it was his feelings for me that let her in."
"I do not understand. You care for him deeply, have done things for him that defy logical thought and explanation, how could it possibly be your feelings for him that let her gain a foothold in his mind?"
"Because Dean has very little sense of self-worth." Michael merely continued to look at him without understanding, so Castiel elaborated. "He does not think that he deserves anything good that happens to him. He thinks that what he did in Hell has tainted him forever and looks at anything good with suspicion."
"He believes himself unworthy of you?"
"Yes. Though Dean does not think highly of angels overall, he still seems to class those of us he does like as far outside of his reach."
"That does not make any sense."
"It is one of the many complexities of Dean Winchester. I fear that he may think that I cannot like him as much as I do as he does not see himself as deserving of that kind of emotion."
"Even after all that you have done for him?" Michael questioned.
"He would say that I did it for humanity as a whole and because it was right."
"But you did not."
"Not all of the time, no." The considering look on his brother's face was a major step forwards and Castiel was glad for it, even as he turned his thoughts towards his mate. "I have seen you looking at his soul."
"It is unbelievably bright. I do not think I have seen another that matches it."
"Famine told him he was immune to him because there was nothing inside of him, that he was empty and broken."
Michael's face darkened as Castiel had expected it would.
"He believes this?"
"That and worse. He used to think he only had tattered remnants of it left, sullied and more demonized than anything else. I have done my best to remedy this situation, but it is difficult as he truly believes this."
"I see. Thank you for telling me this, Brother."
"You saved him and I believe you can help me make him come to view himself as he truly is."
"I shall try."
Dean's fists tightened in his clothing and Castiel could feel a change overcoming his mate. As his fear had faded, so had his ability to cling to whatever it was that had allowed him to fight off the creature's thrall for as long as he had. Now his control was crumbling and the venom was reasserting itself over his mate. He took it as a compliment, that Dean felt safe enough in his arms for his control to slip so far from his grasp. That reminded him of his initial question for his brother.
"Can you banish the venom? I have never tried to remove something that has wound itself so tightly around a human mind before."
"It is possible," Michael stated, stepping closer. "But it would be a very difficult and painful procedure and there are risks, especially given how aware he is of angelic powers. He might sense the intrusion and misconstrue it as something harmful, which would cause him to resist it."
Castiel's hands tightened protectively on Dean's body. "What is the alternative?"
"To let it runs its course. You are his mate and I doubt he would mind."
"Would that not harm him?"
"Not without the succubus there to drain his life energy from him or to draw out the effects of the poison. The venom itself is merely a tool to render the succubi irresistible to their victims, the rest is all the succubi themselves."
"Very well."
With a final nod, Michael vanished, taking the corpse of the creature with him. Castiel shifted his hold on his mate, the whine of protest Dean made making him wish once more that he'd been able to be the one that had saved his hunter and killed the succubus.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas."
The continued chanting of his name, steadily getting more desperate caused the fury to rise within Castiel once more. His mate was all but totally gone under the venom, his eyes glazed and unseeing and his body reacting widely to every small touch. While it was true that Dean's trust touched him deeply, he didn't like the fact that his hunter was so out of it as to hardly even be aware of his surroundings and what was going on. If there had been a safe way to remove the venom from his system, he'd have chosen that way in a heartbeat, but there was no way he was risking Dean for his own comfort with the situation.
Now that he had a better grip, Castiel rose to his feet easily, cradling his mate close to him before he lowered him onto the bed. It was in doing so that he noticed Dean's belt had been unbuckled and he felt another wave of fury wash over him, mixed with fear at exactly how close it had been. If his hunter hadn't been able to reach out to Michael... The possibility was too horrific to truly contemplate and he was merely thankful that it was only one of those 'what if' scenarios he'd discussed with Sam once. Then he pulled back a bit, so that with a twist of his Grace their clothes were gone, but the brief lack of contact had resulted in pitiful keening and mewling that had him simultaneously experiencing heart ache and fury.
Without another moment's hesitation, he lowered himself atop his mate.
/
The need, want, lust was almost all that Dean knew, only a tiny fraction of his mind aware of the touch, warmth and scent that enveloped him.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas."
When it suddenly vanished, every part of him cried out for more, his whole world thrown into disarray and panic. Quickly, however, it returned and he moaned in relief and satisfaction at the feel of so much naked skin pressing up against his own. It drove him wild, so good and yet not enough, never enough. He bucked up into Cas, wanting more, needing him, and touching him everywhere he could. He also latched onto the nearest available surface of skin he could find with his mouth and started to lick, suck, bite. It tasted Heavenly and he looked for more, protesting when his head was pulled away from his treat but then mewling when Cas' mouth found his.
Pleasure was sizzling along his nerves from every point where Dean touched his Cas and he loved it but wanted more. "Cas! Cas, Cas, Cas, please!"
"Shh."
The soothing sound reached him, but all the rest was lost to the haze in his mind and he keened when Cas touched his cock, taking it in hand and stroking it from root to tip. The touch was unexpectedly cool and Dean whined in confusion even as his hips continued to thrust through those delicious fingers until they vanished. Before he could protest, though, they were replaced with something else, a heat that threatened to burn him up and then there was tightness and he tried to thrust up, further into it, but couldn't. His hips were pinned to the bed and he cried out in dismay, but it turned to sounds of delight as the rest of his cock was slowly engulfed in the glorious heat until he was completely sheathed in it. More, more, more, move, move, move.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas."
When he was finally allowed to move, Dean nearly cried in relief, keening as he began to thrust, mouth once again taken in a kiss. All thoughts left him but for the need, want, lust and pleasure as it sizzled and sang through his veins as he writhed and thrust beneath the angel atop him. It all build within him until it was just pleasure/pain and then he was coming, awareness shattering and scattering away from him.
Chapter 40