Unexpected Destinies Chapter 46
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, wing!fic
Word Count: 2,298
Summary: Dean finally decides to test his theory about Castiel's water kink.
PAST
Dean sighed with relief as he opened the door and entered his current motel room. They'd managed to successfully clear out an unexpectedly large nest of vampires between the three of them without any injuries, though the latter had only been achieved by some quick action on Michael's part when one of the fanged bastards had tried to sneak up on him while he was dealing with another vampire. He'd even thanked the archangel before Michael had flown off, saying he had to do something. What, they didn't know, but he was just as glad to be left alone with his lover. He'd used the ride home to start teaching Castiel about driving, explaining everything he did and why.
Inside, he pulled off his jacket and wrinkled his nose again in disgust at the way his shirts stuck to him. Despite housing a nest of the undead, the house had been absolutely boiling, like someone had cranked up the heat and then forgotten about it.
"I need a shower," Dean announced.
"Very well," Castiel replied.
Before his angel could fly off, Dean turned and caught his wrist. "Nuh uh, you're coming with me."
"I do not require a shower."
"That's not the point."
"It is not?"
"Nope, just think about it. Me, naked, under all of that water."
Oh yeah, he'd pegged that one right, Dean saw as he watched Castiel's eyes dilate at the thought. The next thing he knew, he was pinned up against the wall with an armful of horny angel.
"I like that idea," Castiel stated, nipping at his ear.
Dean laughed. "Yeah, I thought you would. Come on, bathroom, now."
He wasn't quite sure how they managed it, but Dean was pretty sure that they never lost contact with each other all the way into the shower. They were both already fully aroused by the time he actually turned on the water and thus it was no real surprise to Dean when he once again found himself pinned to a wall when the water started pouring over him. His dick twitched as he realized that he was going to get fucked. He'd planned on it being the other way around, but found that he didn't really care about this change of plan. He loved it when his lover went all possessive on him.
"Mine!" Castiel declared, biting at the base of his neck.
Dean groaned and bucked against his angel, feeling his lover's hand running down his chest, tracing the flow of water along his muscles. With one hand he reached up and turned the shower head towards them, so that they were more fully under the spray. When Castiel pulled back enough for him to get a good view of his lover, he could start to see what it was that drew Cas to the whole water kink. It was fascinating to watch the rivulets trace his angel's muscles, teasingly highlighting them and drawing his eyes down his torso towards his hips and below.
"So, like showers then?" Dean asked.
"Yes."
Castiel was looking around and Dean fumbled for one of the bottles of complimentary shower gel. "Here, use this."
It wouldn't work as well as proper lube, but right now Dean didn't care. If anything, the thought of being able to feel this tomorrow turned him on even more. Either Castiel was of the same opinion or he didn't know, but he just accepted the bottle and closed the distance between them once more. He found his lover's mouth and wrapped a leg around Castiel's waist when his angel pulled it up against him. He had a brief thought of positions before his lover tugged at his other leg. He hesitated briefly, but then remembered who he was dealing with here and did as his angel wanted, letting Castiel take his full weight. It was a little disconcerting that it hardly seemed to make a difference to Cas, but also a hell of a turn on and he rolled his hips against Castiel's, brushing their erections together.
His moan turned into a mewl as Dean felt a slick finger touching his entrance, circling it once, twice, before pressing in. His head dropped back against the wall and he tightened his arms around Castiel's neck before he clamped down on the finger, trying to urge it to move harder and faster within him.
/
Castiel's breath hitched in his throat at the feel of Dean's inner muscles tightening around his finger and the expression that crossed his mate's face. It made him want to replace his finger with his cock right away, but the knowledge that he'd injure his hunter stilled the impulse. Despite that, he worked to open Dean as quickly as possible, making him writhe in his arms with pleasure.
He found that he liked this location very much. Not only did it allow him to watch the water running over his mate's body like a second skin, but it also gave him an excuse to hold Dean in his arm, his mortal's weight a small but significant burden that he liked to carry. It was probably the only way he'd be allowed to hold his mate in this capacity as his little hunter was so very proud and determined to prove that he could do things himself. It merely increased his desire to be able to just sooth him and take his heavy burdens from him, if only for a short while.
Almost involuntarily, his wings came forward to cocoon his mate and it was all that Castiel could do not to let them brush up against Dean. Experience had taught him that his hunter was completely unaware of them, to the point of walking straight through them if he wasn't careful about withdrawing them in time. He tried hard not to let that disappoint him too much, Dean was human after all and humans were not supposed to be able to see an angel's wings. Well, not those that couldn't stand to see an angel's true form anyway and the knowledge that his mate was not one of those hurt though he knew it wasn't the hunter's fault. For some reason his Father had chosen not to bless his Righteous Man thus and he would just have to accept this decision.
Despite that, he could still clearly recall the look of disbelief and stunned awe on his mate's face when Dean had seen the shadows of his wings and it made Castiel ache to know what seeing his actual wings would evoke within his human. Especially now that he had so many more pairs of them. Would it be anything like what he felt whenever Dean so inadvertently touched his wings? Those emotions were still something of a wonder to him. With his wings existing on another plane from his mate and everything else on Earth, he shouldn't feel anything when they touched Dean. It should be the same lack of feeling he got when they went through anything, or anyone, else. Yet, somehow, it was different with his mate.
The first time it had happened, it had surprised Castiel so badly that he'd just fled, not sure what it meant or how to cope with those startlingly sensations. It had been like holding Dean's soul all over again and he knew that was what he was reacting to; the hunter's soul. Back then, before he'd been brought back for the second time by his Father, that was all it had felt like and, overwhelming as it was, it was absolutely nothing compared to what it was like now. The first time that had happened, several weeks after returning to Dean's side, he'd simply assumed it had to do with his altered status. That the fact that he was now an archangel and possessed so many more pairs of wings was what was making the emotions and sensations provoked upon touching Dean's soul so very different.
It wasn't until his mate had first kissed him and Castiel had realized what it was he was feeling for the hunter that he'd realized just how wrong he was. He'd often heard his brothers and sisters talking about how differently a mate's touch felt from that of anyone else, but he'd never had occasion to discover this for himself and thus hadn't recognized the feelings for what they were. Although part of him wanted nothing more then to make the greatest use of this discovery, the rest of him felt bad about that desire. His mate could neither feel it nor understand it and that made him feel like he'd be using Dean to indulge thus. Besides, it wasn't like there weren't enough other enjoyable ways to have his mate that Dean could feel and desire.
Therefore Castiel forced his largest set of wings to hover just outside of touching distance and ignored the smaller pairs arrayed around him as he focused on his mate. He was three fingers in now and Dean's face was one of bliss as he moaned despite the fact that he could not free his second hand to stroke his hunter's cock. It didn't seem to matter to his mate and he spent a few seconds simply watching him as he scissored his fingers deep within him. Dean had his head thrown back as far as the shower wall would allow and water ran down his face and neck. He couldn't resist leaning forwards to lick a long stripe up that barred throat before he started to nibble at it.
One of Dean's hand released its hold on his shoulder and came to tangle in his hair. "Shit, Cas... more, now!"
Castiel hummed, pretending to consider the request for a moment before pulling back and extracting his fingers from his mate. Dean whined at the loss and it made him hurry to slick up his cock before grasping the hunter's thighs and raising him enough so that he could position himself at Dean's entrance. The movement made his mate gasp, green eyes flying open to lock with his own and he watched them closely as he slowly lowered the hunter onto his cock. Pleasure entered them before they fluttered shut and he buried his head in his mate's neck, inhaling his scent.
/
It was when he was ready for Castiel to start moving that Dean suddenly realized how little control he had over the situation. Not only was his lover the one toping him, but by doing this up against a wall with his legs wrapped around his angel, he had no real leverage either. Castiel was completely in control here and the fact that knowing this didn't even cause so much as a twinge of fear within him was startling. He never thought he'd find someone he trusted so much or felt so much for.
Dean lowered his lips to his lover's ear and nipped at it. "Love you," he muttered. "Now move."
Castiel's response was instantaneous and Dean groaned as his angel started moving within him, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. As he'd expected, the gel wasn't nearly as good as normal lube, but the burn only added to the pleasure and he found himself moving his hips as much as he could, trying to encourage his lover.
"Love you too," Castiel whispered back fiercely, releasing one of his legs to start stroking his cock.
It felt so good and his lover's lips on his own were so distracting that it took Dean a few moments to realize that Castiel was holding him up with just one hand. The realization nearly made him come right then and there, the thought of just how strong his angel was still as much of a turn on as always.
Then all rational thought left Dean and all he could focus on were the increasingly fast and erratic thrusts, the feel of Castiel's cock within him and the hand stroking his own dick to completion. He clenched his inner muscles and called out his lover's name as he came, feeling his angel follow him across, his cock pulsing and emptying itself inside of him.
/
Castiel had his face pressed back into his mate's neck and, more importantly, the wall behind him. His free hand was planted against the wall as well on the other side of Dean's body. His hunter was pretty much limp in his arms, breathing heavily as he came down and it caused a strange sense of possessive satisfaction to rise within him to know that he was the one who had done that to his mate. He was the one whom Dean trusted enough to let go so completely and become so vulnerable around.
It didn't take him long to regain himself but when he did, Castiel rested where he was a moment longer, simply enjoying the feel of holding his mate in his arms and resting within him even if he was spent for now. He pulled back just far enough to observe Dean and it didn't take long before his mate's eyes opened slightly to gaze back at him. He stole a few lazy kisses before his attention was diverted down to Dean's shoulder by the water that was still running over his body. The rivulets traced the hunter's skin in random patterns until they hit the mark he'd left whereupon they were diverted one way or the other.
Almost without thought, Castiel had moved his free hand to touch the scar tissue, tracing its outline. Glancing back at Dean's face, he found his lover watching him through half-lidded eyes. He leaned forwards for another kiss, nipping at his mate's lower lip.
"Mine," Castiel declared softly, slotting his hand into place on his mark.
A.N.:If the next chapter turns out to be what I think it will (the downside of not having the next few ready is not being sure), then it will not be posted over at deancastiel. You'll have to check here directly for it or wait until chapter 48 comes out.
Chapter 47
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, wing!fic
Word Count: 2,298
Summary: Dean finally decides to test his theory about Castiel's water kink.
PAST
Dean sighed with relief as he opened the door and entered his current motel room. They'd managed to successfully clear out an unexpectedly large nest of vampires between the three of them without any injuries, though the latter had only been achieved by some quick action on Michael's part when one of the fanged bastards had tried to sneak up on him while he was dealing with another vampire. He'd even thanked the archangel before Michael had flown off, saying he had to do something. What, they didn't know, but he was just as glad to be left alone with his lover. He'd used the ride home to start teaching Castiel about driving, explaining everything he did and why.
Inside, he pulled off his jacket and wrinkled his nose again in disgust at the way his shirts stuck to him. Despite housing a nest of the undead, the house had been absolutely boiling, like someone had cranked up the heat and then forgotten about it.
"I need a shower," Dean announced.
"Very well," Castiel replied.
Before his angel could fly off, Dean turned and caught his wrist. "Nuh uh, you're coming with me."
"I do not require a shower."
"That's not the point."
"It is not?"
"Nope, just think about it. Me, naked, under all of that water."
Oh yeah, he'd pegged that one right, Dean saw as he watched Castiel's eyes dilate at the thought. The next thing he knew, he was pinned up against the wall with an armful of horny angel.
"I like that idea," Castiel stated, nipping at his ear.
Dean laughed. "Yeah, I thought you would. Come on, bathroom, now."
He wasn't quite sure how they managed it, but Dean was pretty sure that they never lost contact with each other all the way into the shower. They were both already fully aroused by the time he actually turned on the water and thus it was no real surprise to Dean when he once again found himself pinned to a wall when the water started pouring over him. His dick twitched as he realized that he was going to get fucked. He'd planned on it being the other way around, but found that he didn't really care about this change of plan. He loved it when his lover went all possessive on him.
"Mine!" Castiel declared, biting at the base of his neck.
Dean groaned and bucked against his angel, feeling his lover's hand running down his chest, tracing the flow of water along his muscles. With one hand he reached up and turned the shower head towards them, so that they were more fully under the spray. When Castiel pulled back enough for him to get a good view of his lover, he could start to see what it was that drew Cas to the whole water kink. It was fascinating to watch the rivulets trace his angel's muscles, teasingly highlighting them and drawing his eyes down his torso towards his hips and below.
"So, like showers then?" Dean asked.
"Yes."
Castiel was looking around and Dean fumbled for one of the bottles of complimentary shower gel. "Here, use this."
It wouldn't work as well as proper lube, but right now Dean didn't care. If anything, the thought of being able to feel this tomorrow turned him on even more. Either Castiel was of the same opinion or he didn't know, but he just accepted the bottle and closed the distance between them once more. He found his lover's mouth and wrapped a leg around Castiel's waist when his angel pulled it up against him. He had a brief thought of positions before his lover tugged at his other leg. He hesitated briefly, but then remembered who he was dealing with here and did as his angel wanted, letting Castiel take his full weight. It was a little disconcerting that it hardly seemed to make a difference to Cas, but also a hell of a turn on and he rolled his hips against Castiel's, brushing their erections together.
His moan turned into a mewl as Dean felt a slick finger touching his entrance, circling it once, twice, before pressing in. His head dropped back against the wall and he tightened his arms around Castiel's neck before he clamped down on the finger, trying to urge it to move harder and faster within him.
/
Castiel's breath hitched in his throat at the feel of Dean's inner muscles tightening around his finger and the expression that crossed his mate's face. It made him want to replace his finger with his cock right away, but the knowledge that he'd injure his hunter stilled the impulse. Despite that, he worked to open Dean as quickly as possible, making him writhe in his arms with pleasure.
He found that he liked this location very much. Not only did it allow him to watch the water running over his mate's body like a second skin, but it also gave him an excuse to hold Dean in his arm, his mortal's weight a small but significant burden that he liked to carry. It was probably the only way he'd be allowed to hold his mate in this capacity as his little hunter was so very proud and determined to prove that he could do things himself. It merely increased his desire to be able to just sooth him and take his heavy burdens from him, if only for a short while.
Almost involuntarily, his wings came forward to cocoon his mate and it was all that Castiel could do not to let them brush up against Dean. Experience had taught him that his hunter was completely unaware of them, to the point of walking straight through them if he wasn't careful about withdrawing them in time. He tried hard not to let that disappoint him too much, Dean was human after all and humans were not supposed to be able to see an angel's wings. Well, not those that couldn't stand to see an angel's true form anyway and the knowledge that his mate was not one of those hurt though he knew it wasn't the hunter's fault. For some reason his Father had chosen not to bless his Righteous Man thus and he would just have to accept this decision.
Despite that, he could still clearly recall the look of disbelief and stunned awe on his mate's face when Dean had seen the shadows of his wings and it made Castiel ache to know what seeing his actual wings would evoke within his human. Especially now that he had so many more pairs of them. Would it be anything like what he felt whenever Dean so inadvertently touched his wings? Those emotions were still something of a wonder to him. With his wings existing on another plane from his mate and everything else on Earth, he shouldn't feel anything when they touched Dean. It should be the same lack of feeling he got when they went through anything, or anyone, else. Yet, somehow, it was different with his mate.
The first time it had happened, it had surprised Castiel so badly that he'd just fled, not sure what it meant or how to cope with those startlingly sensations. It had been like holding Dean's soul all over again and he knew that was what he was reacting to; the hunter's soul. Back then, before he'd been brought back for the second time by his Father, that was all it had felt like and, overwhelming as it was, it was absolutely nothing compared to what it was like now. The first time that had happened, several weeks after returning to Dean's side, he'd simply assumed it had to do with his altered status. That the fact that he was now an archangel and possessed so many more pairs of wings was what was making the emotions and sensations provoked upon touching Dean's soul so very different.
It wasn't until his mate had first kissed him and Castiel had realized what it was he was feeling for the hunter that he'd realized just how wrong he was. He'd often heard his brothers and sisters talking about how differently a mate's touch felt from that of anyone else, but he'd never had occasion to discover this for himself and thus hadn't recognized the feelings for what they were. Although part of him wanted nothing more then to make the greatest use of this discovery, the rest of him felt bad about that desire. His mate could neither feel it nor understand it and that made him feel like he'd be using Dean to indulge thus. Besides, it wasn't like there weren't enough other enjoyable ways to have his mate that Dean could feel and desire.
Therefore Castiel forced his largest set of wings to hover just outside of touching distance and ignored the smaller pairs arrayed around him as he focused on his mate. He was three fingers in now and Dean's face was one of bliss as he moaned despite the fact that he could not free his second hand to stroke his hunter's cock. It didn't seem to matter to his mate and he spent a few seconds simply watching him as he scissored his fingers deep within him. Dean had his head thrown back as far as the shower wall would allow and water ran down his face and neck. He couldn't resist leaning forwards to lick a long stripe up that barred throat before he started to nibble at it.
One of Dean's hand released its hold on his shoulder and came to tangle in his hair. "Shit, Cas... more, now!"
Castiel hummed, pretending to consider the request for a moment before pulling back and extracting his fingers from his mate. Dean whined at the loss and it made him hurry to slick up his cock before grasping the hunter's thighs and raising him enough so that he could position himself at Dean's entrance. The movement made his mate gasp, green eyes flying open to lock with his own and he watched them closely as he slowly lowered the hunter onto his cock. Pleasure entered them before they fluttered shut and he buried his head in his mate's neck, inhaling his scent.
/
It was when he was ready for Castiel to start moving that Dean suddenly realized how little control he had over the situation. Not only was his lover the one toping him, but by doing this up against a wall with his legs wrapped around his angel, he had no real leverage either. Castiel was completely in control here and the fact that knowing this didn't even cause so much as a twinge of fear within him was startling. He never thought he'd find someone he trusted so much or felt so much for.
Dean lowered his lips to his lover's ear and nipped at it. "Love you," he muttered. "Now move."
Castiel's response was instantaneous and Dean groaned as his angel started moving within him, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. As he'd expected, the gel wasn't nearly as good as normal lube, but the burn only added to the pleasure and he found himself moving his hips as much as he could, trying to encourage his lover.
"Love you too," Castiel whispered back fiercely, releasing one of his legs to start stroking his cock.
It felt so good and his lover's lips on his own were so distracting that it took Dean a few moments to realize that Castiel was holding him up with just one hand. The realization nearly made him come right then and there, the thought of just how strong his angel was still as much of a turn on as always.
Then all rational thought left Dean and all he could focus on were the increasingly fast and erratic thrusts, the feel of Castiel's cock within him and the hand stroking his own dick to completion. He clenched his inner muscles and called out his lover's name as he came, feeling his angel follow him across, his cock pulsing and emptying itself inside of him.
/
Castiel had his face pressed back into his mate's neck and, more importantly, the wall behind him. His free hand was planted against the wall as well on the other side of Dean's body. His hunter was pretty much limp in his arms, breathing heavily as he came down and it caused a strange sense of possessive satisfaction to rise within him to know that he was the one who had done that to his mate. He was the one whom Dean trusted enough to let go so completely and become so vulnerable around.
It didn't take him long to regain himself but when he did, Castiel rested where he was a moment longer, simply enjoying the feel of holding his mate in his arms and resting within him even if he was spent for now. He pulled back just far enough to observe Dean and it didn't take long before his mate's eyes opened slightly to gaze back at him. He stole a few lazy kisses before his attention was diverted down to Dean's shoulder by the water that was still running over his body. The rivulets traced the hunter's skin in random patterns until they hit the mark he'd left whereupon they were diverted one way or the other.
Almost without thought, Castiel had moved his free hand to touch the scar tissue, tracing its outline. Glancing back at Dean's face, he found his lover watching him through half-lidded eyes. He leaned forwards for another kiss, nipping at his mate's lower lip.
"Mine," Castiel declared softly, slotting his hand into place on his mark.
A.N.:If the next chapter turns out to be what I think it will (the downside of not having the next few ready is not being sure), then it will not be posted over at deancastiel. You'll have to check here directly for it or wait until chapter 48 comes out.
Chapter 47