Unexpected Destinies Chapter 100
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, bare backing, dom!Dean, sub!Cas
Word Count: 3,622
Summary: Now that the immediate danger has passed, events catch up with Dean.
PAST
Dean closed the book he was reading, unable to take any more of it just now. As it was his nightmares were growing progressively worse, both the ones where he seemed to be an angel trying desperately to get somewhere even though he already knew that it was too late as well as the ones of his own invention about what the future might hold. Those latter ones had really taken off with Lucifer's escape from the cage nearly two weeks ago despite the fact that the devil had yet to do anything visible. In all probability Lucifer and Simiel were far too busy trying desperately to break the Rite of Contressa to even think about doing anything else, but that didn't stop him from imagining what they could do if they succeeded.
No, not if, when they succeeded as Dean knew it was only a matter of time. The Rite of Contressa had only ever been a temporary measure, used to buy them time and he'd always known that. As such it had functioned beautifully as it had delayed Lucifer's escape from the cage from late January until mid-April, he just wished that it could have been a far more permanent solution. For one of the first times, he felt the urge to drink rise within him as they seemed to hit failure after failure after failure on the research front. Almost all of his time not spent with Castiel these past few weeks had been dedicated to research and he pretty much had jack squat to show for it all except ever more accurate nightmares.
This was precisely the type of situation that had led him to drink before and Dean was only all too aware of how easy it would be to relapse. He really should have known that this would happen sooner or later as kicking the habit initially had been far too easy. Not wanting to risk a relapse and thereby disappointing his lover, he'd dumped all the beer he'd bought down the drain and had resisted buying any more or anything else alcoholic. It had meant that the lasagna he'd made had tasted different as he'd taken to putting beer in the mince ever since seeing his father do it once, but that was something he could live with. Failing his lover was not.
Since it had helped the past few times, Dean pushed himself up and made his way to the apartment's bedroom. Although Castiel was doing far better, his lover still wasn't fully recovered and he'd found that just watching him helped to quell any urges he had to drink. He leaned against the doorframe and, not for the first time, thought of how he could now understand his angel's fascination with watching him sleep. Although Castiel wasn't sleeping exactly, his lover was in a deep meditative and healing trance that made it look for all intents and purposes like his angel was asleep. As before, it made him smile a little before his eyes drifted to Castiel's right set of wings and he frowned.
Dean had been ecstatic when the burned patches of wing tissue had shown signs of getting ready to grow new feathers and he and Castiel had celebrated it as best as his lover could. Some of the elation had faded, however, when the actual feathers had started appearing and they weren't black but rather a silvery color. He hadn't thought too much of it as he still found them beautiful and Raphael had assured him that they'd be as functional as normal feathers, but Castiel had hated them. His angel had taken an instant aversion to them and said that they were disfiguring and hideous. It had taken him ages to convince his lover that he still loved them and actually found them beautiful. Even now Castiel only barely seemed able to tolerate them and he thought that probably had a lot to do with the fact that angels were rarely injured severely enough to scar. As such he was less pleased with the feathers but otherwise he still loved them, finding the silver a striking contrast to the black.
His smile returned as Dean recalled how he'd made Castiel writhe and moan helplessly beneath him when he'd spent over an hour a few days ago lavishing each and every injured spot with copious amounts of attention. Apparently new ingrowing feathers were particularly sensitive, who knew? But once he did, he'd taken full advantage of it. Now he just stood there, enjoying the burn of being half hard in his jeans as his mind wandered back over that day. Though his dick protested the idea, the rest of him felt no particular urgency to follow through on the thought. He'd had a long make-out session with his angel earlier in the day that had ended with messy hand jobs and the contentment from that still clung to him now that he was focused on his lover instead of on the futile research.
Inevitably his mind started to wander and Dean sighed and wondered what on Earth he'd been thinking when he'd gone to Lisa after the events of Stull Cemetery. How had he allowed himself to get so turned around about what it was that he truly wanted? He'd never aspired to being normal, had actually reveled in being different, so he wasn't really sure how he'd ended up thinking he craved a normal, apple pie life. This, right here, made him far happier than he'd ever been with Lisa and Ben or than he ever thought he could have been even if everything had gone right. Although these past few years had been so full of frustration, pressure and so much unhappiness, hunting was not only in his blood, but it was who he was. It was his life. Despite everything, he could still think back on all of those years and countless hunts from before this Apocalypse crap with fondness. He really did love to save people and hunt things. Not only did it give him a purpose, but it made him genuinely happy to know that he'd saved people and prevented more from becoming victims by taking out all kinds of monsters.
Plus Dean found it very telling that he'd found someone he truly loved with all that he was while being himself instead of while trying to deny who and what he was. If he pretended for a moment that things had worked out between him and Lisa what would have happened when something supernatural had cropped up? It would sooner or later, that was just inevitable, the only thing he didn't know was if it would have been something from his past or something new. He imagined that Lisa would have been more forgiving of the former as he'd have had no control over it, but what if it had been the latter? Though he might not have been actively looking for hunts, he knew that he wouldn't have been able to stand by and do nothing if he stumbled across something by accident. It just wasn't in him to do so and once he'd taken care of that he suspected that he might have gone looking for another and another and so on. And that was where he would have lost Lisa.
The way that things had worked out made it easier for Dean to think back on all that Lisa had said when kicking him out and he knew that she'd have never tolerated him hunting while living with her and Ben so it was probably better that things had gone south sooner rather than later when he'd have been even more invested than he'd already been. That still hurt to think of even as he continued to look at Castiel. He wouldn't give up his lover for anything, but the memory of the old rejection still stung. He kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his boxers before crawling onto the bed, needing to be close to Castiel all of a sudden. He chose the right side of the bed so he could push his angel's wings through the mattress and curl himself around his lover.
"Shh," Dean hushed when Castiel stirred. "It's okay, it's all okay, Cas."
His angel stilled once more and Dean was glad for it, not wanting to have pulled Castiel out of a healing cycle prematurely. He had no doubt that his lover would fully wake as soon as it was done- Castiel had always been preternaturally aware of his moods and had always felt the need to soothe any distress he had- but there was nothing he could do about that. But for now he just clutched his lover close, safe in the knowledge that he couldn't do so hard enough to so much as bruise without his angel's desire for it.
He could have lost Castiel.
The realization hit Dean hard once more.
He could have lost Castiel.
Unlike before when he'd always been able to shove the thought aside in order to focus on aiding his lover, Dean found himself unable to do that now. Maybe it was because of his previous dark thoughts or maybe it was because of the fact that Castiel was now completely out of harm's way, but either way he suddenly found himself swamped with the knowledge that he could have lost his lover. It left him clinging to Castiel so hard that any normal human would have been bruised and shaking. After everything that had already happened to him in his life and everyone that he'd already lost, he didn't think that he could handle losing Castiel of all people, not after everything that had happened between them and everything that his angel meant to him.
His angel, his lover. His mate?
Everything that Michael had told him the word mate meant to angels came flooding back to Dean and all of his own worries and fears regarding the topic suddenly felt insignificant compared to the sheer terror he felt now. Forever sounded like a wonderful thing even if he didn't think that angels got a second chance like humans did with Heaven. But what if the next time it was him and he wasn't so lucky? And what about if he died after this whole thing was over and they'd won somehow? The angels couldn't keep bringing him back and if Castiel was right about where he'd end up then he'd much rather have the real deal than some memory of his lover looped on repeat for the rest of eternity. He wanted Castiel there with him in whatever form that might be. The fact that it would almost certainly be his lover's true form didn't matter even though he had no idea what that looked like. So long as it was Cas- his Cas- he didn't care. He'd grow used to the six faces, might even grow to love them if they came out at all times his angel lost control as he was definitely planning on making Castiel lose control, Heaven or not.
But what if he wasn't the one to die? What if it was his lover? Would Castiel be gone forever like Gabriel and Zachariah? Was there anything he could do about that?
He had almost lost Castiel.
Dean released a pathetic little noise and turned to bury his face in the feathers of his lover's left wings that had come back up to cradle him, curving around him where he lay. Since Castiel hadn't fully regained consciousness he knew it had to be an unconscious gesture and right now he was grateful for it, rubbing his face back and forth in the silky feathers and inhaling his angel's scent.
His angel. His.
"Dean?" Castiel inquired softly.
Dean pulled back enough so he was looking down at Castiel and he found why his lover loved him all sleep mused, it was an adorable look. Castiel also seemed far more vulnerable than normal which caused another surge of possessiveness to course through him.
"Mine," Dean proclaimed before leaning down to capture his lover's lips.
It was a fierce, biting kiss and Dean could tell he'd caught Castiel off-guard but his lover quickly responded, Castiel's tongue coming up tangle with his when he trust it into his angel's mouth. There was a brief fight for dominance before Castiel gave way, allowing him full control. The act sparked something within him- the knowledge that his lover chose to do that- and he rolled on top of Castiel, straddling his angel's hips.
When Dean finally pulled back to breath, he could feel that his lips were kiss bruised and found that Castiel's were too. It thrilled him whenever his lover pulled back enough for his marks to stay and now was no different. He dove right back in for another possessive kiss but made a noise of dissatisfaction when he felt arms wrap around him. Not now, not this time. No, this time was his and he'd nearly lost Castiel. It had been so close, so very close. What if he'd waited even longer before calling Michael? What if he'd talked himself into thinking that his angel was alright? What would have happened then? Would Castiel have survived?
He pulled back and rolled to the side of the bed so he could reach the chair on which he'd placed Castiel's folded clothes.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned, leaning up to watch him.
"You'll see," Dean replied, pushing his lover back down once he had what he needed.
Dean straddled his angel's hips once more before capturing one of the hands that automatically came up to land on his hips. He wrapped the length of the blue tie around the wrist before capturing Castiel's other hand and doing the same. His angel gave him a confused look as he tied the two hands together but it cleared when he leaned forwards and placed Castiel's bound wrists above his head on the pillow.
"Stay," Dean ordered, pushing at the wrists once and looking right into his lover's eyes.
Castiel stared back at him, wide eyed but his angel nodded once to show that he understood. Dean had noticed his lover's throat working soundlessly and he liked the idea of having rendered his angel speechless. He claimed another dominating kiss, rubbing his whole body along the one beneath his and swallowed Castiel's resulting moan. He could feel each and every shift in the muscles of his lover's arms as his hands were still clamped on the bound wrists. He liked the feel of being draped so completely over Castiel, using the muscles in his thighs from where they were clamped on either side of his angel's hips to undulate himself along his lover's body.
Dean kept them like that for a while, biting and sucking at Castiel's mouth while he felt his lover harden against him through the layers still separating them.
"Dean, please!" Castiel begged when he next pulled back for air, unable to draw in enough through his nose for the way his pulse had increased. "Please, more."
The way his lover moved beneath him made Dean moan and he dropped his head onto one of Castiel's shoulders, savoring the feel of it and the arousal singing through his veins. He wanted this to last forever, to always remain just like this, only him and Castiel. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his angel's throat and it was perfect except for the fact that it was bare. Bare of his mark. He instantly latched onto it, sucking and nibbling for all that he was worth.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out, arching against him.
Dean reached down with one hand to push his lover's hips back down onto the bed so that he was the only one moving, rubbing their cocks together through three layers of fabric. It made Castiel mewl and he smiled as he felt the throat move beneath his mouth, his other hand keeping it right where he wanted it.
"Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean," Castiel moaned, wings trembling but remaining where they were.
"Mine," Dean declared darkly, possessively, as he pulled away.
"Yours," Castiel confirmed easily. "All yours."
"All mine."
The dark bruise was made all the more visible due to his lover's pale skin and Dean admired it for a moment before the need urged him on and he moved down his angel's body. At waist level he pulled at the drawstring of the sleep pants he'd gotten Castiel- no way was he going to start guessing sizes!- and then slipped his fingers under the waistband of both it and the boxers, pulling them down in one smooth movement. He licked his lips as his lover's cock rose proud and free and he quickly pulled off the clothes completely.
Once free of his own boxers, Dean took a moment to just look at his lover. Castiel lay spread out before him, hands bond above his head, cock hard and leaking, a dark hicky at the base of his throat, lust blown eyes and wings spread wide and submissively across the bed. The sight was nearly enough to make him come and he didn't resist the urge to take and claim, covering his lover's body with his own. He rocked their erections together once more even as he reached around to milk Castiel's oil glands. His lover moaned and he wondered not for the first time what this felt like, it was something he couldn't really imagine.
Dean quickly prepared Castiel, using only as much oil and stretching as was necessary before he pushed inside, unable to wait any longer. The tight heat made him moan as he bottomed out and he bit his lover's shoulder, making Castiel mewl and rock against him. Most of the fear was gone now but there was enough of it left to have him thrusting hard and fast, setting a punishing pace though his angel didn't seem to mind from the sounds Castiel made and the way his lover writhed beneath him.
All too soon Dean could feel that Castiel was close, oh so very close to coming, and he finally reached out for his angel's right set of wings. Right for a patch of silvery new feathers and he gently ran his fingers through them, knowing how incredibly sensitive they were just now. Then his lover was coming with a cry, spilling between them even as Castiel's inner walls tightened wonderfully around him, trying to milk his own release from him but he held on, snatching his hand away from the delicate wings so he could clutch at his angel instead and not have to worry about hurting him.
"Mine, mine, mine, mine," Dean continued to declare.
The way Castiel's passage continued to clench around his cock was nearly too much and combined with the sight of the red marks he'd left on his lover's skin and the submissive way his wings lay spread out beneath Castiel, completely open and accessible for anything he might want to do with them, it overwhelmed him and he thrust hard twice more before he came as deep inside his angel as he could while also biting down at the base of Castiel's throat.
Dean collapsed on his lover after slipping free from him and he hummed in approval as Castiel's arms and wings wrapped around him. He simply lay there for a while, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss and the feel of his angel so close.
"Are you alright?" Castiel eventually inquired, fingers running through his hair in the way that he loved.
"Yeah, I just... needed that, I guess," Dean replied, not wanting to think too closely on it. "How about you, are you doing okay?"
"The feathers should be fully in soon."
"Good."
They fell into a comfortable silence and it wasn't long before Dean detected the subtle shift in Castiel that indicated that his lover had slipped into the meditative state in which his angel healed best. He waited long enough to ensure that he wouldn't disturb Castiel before slipping free of his lover's hold and grabbing his boxers and Castiel's pajama bottoms. Once they were on, he walked through the apartment and out the front door.
"Hey, Mike, do you have a moment?" Dean asked before he lost the courage and conviction from earlier. "I've got some questions about what you said before, about mates and those rituals you mentioned."
There was no immediate reply and after a few minutes, Dean figured that Michael was too busy with something else to show just now and he stepped back inside, the cool night air bringing goose bumps to his bare arms and chest. Just as he was closing the door there was the flutter of wings behind him and he turned to greet his friend only to find an empty room.
Dean frowned as he looked around but then groaned as he saw a new book lying on the table. Great, yet another book. He was gonna have to hand in his cool badge soon if this kept up and swap it in for a freaking library card or some such shit.
"Thanks, Mike," Dean muttered, wishing he could have picked the archangel's brain directly but then realized he might have felt awkward doing so.
This was the angelic equivalent of marriage after all and Dean definitely wouldn't have wanted any of Sam's prospective brides to have come ask him about human wedding customs. Not that he was the bride in this situation, but still, the principle remained the same. So the book it would have to be.
The things he did for Castiel.
A.N.: Chapter 100! Back with a bang for the single biggest chapter count ever for me (and for this fic in the sense that it's the biggest milestone I'll reach). I hope you liked it and sorry for the hiatus. The draft of my Dean/Cas big bang fic came to over 30k and that might still change a little with revisions.
Chapter 101
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, bare backing, dom!Dean, sub!Cas
Word Count: 3,622
Summary: Now that the immediate danger has passed, events catch up with Dean.
PAST
Dean closed the book he was reading, unable to take any more of it just now. As it was his nightmares were growing progressively worse, both the ones where he seemed to be an angel trying desperately to get somewhere even though he already knew that it was too late as well as the ones of his own invention about what the future might hold. Those latter ones had really taken off with Lucifer's escape from the cage nearly two weeks ago despite the fact that the devil had yet to do anything visible. In all probability Lucifer and Simiel were far too busy trying desperately to break the Rite of Contressa to even think about doing anything else, but that didn't stop him from imagining what they could do if they succeeded.
No, not if, when they succeeded as Dean knew it was only a matter of time. The Rite of Contressa had only ever been a temporary measure, used to buy them time and he'd always known that. As such it had functioned beautifully as it had delayed Lucifer's escape from the cage from late January until mid-April, he just wished that it could have been a far more permanent solution. For one of the first times, he felt the urge to drink rise within him as they seemed to hit failure after failure after failure on the research front. Almost all of his time not spent with Castiel these past few weeks had been dedicated to research and he pretty much had jack squat to show for it all except ever more accurate nightmares.
This was precisely the type of situation that had led him to drink before and Dean was only all too aware of how easy it would be to relapse. He really should have known that this would happen sooner or later as kicking the habit initially had been far too easy. Not wanting to risk a relapse and thereby disappointing his lover, he'd dumped all the beer he'd bought down the drain and had resisted buying any more or anything else alcoholic. It had meant that the lasagna he'd made had tasted different as he'd taken to putting beer in the mince ever since seeing his father do it once, but that was something he could live with. Failing his lover was not.
Since it had helped the past few times, Dean pushed himself up and made his way to the apartment's bedroom. Although Castiel was doing far better, his lover still wasn't fully recovered and he'd found that just watching him helped to quell any urges he had to drink. He leaned against the doorframe and, not for the first time, thought of how he could now understand his angel's fascination with watching him sleep. Although Castiel wasn't sleeping exactly, his lover was in a deep meditative and healing trance that made it look for all intents and purposes like his angel was asleep. As before, it made him smile a little before his eyes drifted to Castiel's right set of wings and he frowned.
Dean had been ecstatic when the burned patches of wing tissue had shown signs of getting ready to grow new feathers and he and Castiel had celebrated it as best as his lover could. Some of the elation had faded, however, when the actual feathers had started appearing and they weren't black but rather a silvery color. He hadn't thought too much of it as he still found them beautiful and Raphael had assured him that they'd be as functional as normal feathers, but Castiel had hated them. His angel had taken an instant aversion to them and said that they were disfiguring and hideous. It had taken him ages to convince his lover that he still loved them and actually found them beautiful. Even now Castiel only barely seemed able to tolerate them and he thought that probably had a lot to do with the fact that angels were rarely injured severely enough to scar. As such he was less pleased with the feathers but otherwise he still loved them, finding the silver a striking contrast to the black.
His smile returned as Dean recalled how he'd made Castiel writhe and moan helplessly beneath him when he'd spent over an hour a few days ago lavishing each and every injured spot with copious amounts of attention. Apparently new ingrowing feathers were particularly sensitive, who knew? But once he did, he'd taken full advantage of it. Now he just stood there, enjoying the burn of being half hard in his jeans as his mind wandered back over that day. Though his dick protested the idea, the rest of him felt no particular urgency to follow through on the thought. He'd had a long make-out session with his angel earlier in the day that had ended with messy hand jobs and the contentment from that still clung to him now that he was focused on his lover instead of on the futile research.
Inevitably his mind started to wander and Dean sighed and wondered what on Earth he'd been thinking when he'd gone to Lisa after the events of Stull Cemetery. How had he allowed himself to get so turned around about what it was that he truly wanted? He'd never aspired to being normal, had actually reveled in being different, so he wasn't really sure how he'd ended up thinking he craved a normal, apple pie life. This, right here, made him far happier than he'd ever been with Lisa and Ben or than he ever thought he could have been even if everything had gone right. Although these past few years had been so full of frustration, pressure and so much unhappiness, hunting was not only in his blood, but it was who he was. It was his life. Despite everything, he could still think back on all of those years and countless hunts from before this Apocalypse crap with fondness. He really did love to save people and hunt things. Not only did it give him a purpose, but it made him genuinely happy to know that he'd saved people and prevented more from becoming victims by taking out all kinds of monsters.
Plus Dean found it very telling that he'd found someone he truly loved with all that he was while being himself instead of while trying to deny who and what he was. If he pretended for a moment that things had worked out between him and Lisa what would have happened when something supernatural had cropped up? It would sooner or later, that was just inevitable, the only thing he didn't know was if it would have been something from his past or something new. He imagined that Lisa would have been more forgiving of the former as he'd have had no control over it, but what if it had been the latter? Though he might not have been actively looking for hunts, he knew that he wouldn't have been able to stand by and do nothing if he stumbled across something by accident. It just wasn't in him to do so and once he'd taken care of that he suspected that he might have gone looking for another and another and so on. And that was where he would have lost Lisa.
The way that things had worked out made it easier for Dean to think back on all that Lisa had said when kicking him out and he knew that she'd have never tolerated him hunting while living with her and Ben so it was probably better that things had gone south sooner rather than later when he'd have been even more invested than he'd already been. That still hurt to think of even as he continued to look at Castiel. He wouldn't give up his lover for anything, but the memory of the old rejection still stung. He kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his boxers before crawling onto the bed, needing to be close to Castiel all of a sudden. He chose the right side of the bed so he could push his angel's wings through the mattress and curl himself around his lover.
"Shh," Dean hushed when Castiel stirred. "It's okay, it's all okay, Cas."
His angel stilled once more and Dean was glad for it, not wanting to have pulled Castiel out of a healing cycle prematurely. He had no doubt that his lover would fully wake as soon as it was done- Castiel had always been preternaturally aware of his moods and had always felt the need to soothe any distress he had- but there was nothing he could do about that. But for now he just clutched his lover close, safe in the knowledge that he couldn't do so hard enough to so much as bruise without his angel's desire for it.
He could have lost Castiel.
The realization hit Dean hard once more.
He could have lost Castiel.
Unlike before when he'd always been able to shove the thought aside in order to focus on aiding his lover, Dean found himself unable to do that now. Maybe it was because of his previous dark thoughts or maybe it was because of the fact that Castiel was now completely out of harm's way, but either way he suddenly found himself swamped with the knowledge that he could have lost his lover. It left him clinging to Castiel so hard that any normal human would have been bruised and shaking. After everything that had already happened to him in his life and everyone that he'd already lost, he didn't think that he could handle losing Castiel of all people, not after everything that had happened between them and everything that his angel meant to him.
His angel, his lover. His mate?
Everything that Michael had told him the word mate meant to angels came flooding back to Dean and all of his own worries and fears regarding the topic suddenly felt insignificant compared to the sheer terror he felt now. Forever sounded like a wonderful thing even if he didn't think that angels got a second chance like humans did with Heaven. But what if the next time it was him and he wasn't so lucky? And what about if he died after this whole thing was over and they'd won somehow? The angels couldn't keep bringing him back and if Castiel was right about where he'd end up then he'd much rather have the real deal than some memory of his lover looped on repeat for the rest of eternity. He wanted Castiel there with him in whatever form that might be. The fact that it would almost certainly be his lover's true form didn't matter even though he had no idea what that looked like. So long as it was Cas- his Cas- he didn't care. He'd grow used to the six faces, might even grow to love them if they came out at all times his angel lost control as he was definitely planning on making Castiel lose control, Heaven or not.
But what if he wasn't the one to die? What if it was his lover? Would Castiel be gone forever like Gabriel and Zachariah? Was there anything he could do about that?
He had almost lost Castiel.
Dean released a pathetic little noise and turned to bury his face in the feathers of his lover's left wings that had come back up to cradle him, curving around him where he lay. Since Castiel hadn't fully regained consciousness he knew it had to be an unconscious gesture and right now he was grateful for it, rubbing his face back and forth in the silky feathers and inhaling his angel's scent.
His angel. His.
"Dean?" Castiel inquired softly.
Dean pulled back enough so he was looking down at Castiel and he found why his lover loved him all sleep mused, it was an adorable look. Castiel also seemed far more vulnerable than normal which caused another surge of possessiveness to course through him.
"Mine," Dean proclaimed before leaning down to capture his lover's lips.
It was a fierce, biting kiss and Dean could tell he'd caught Castiel off-guard but his lover quickly responded, Castiel's tongue coming up tangle with his when he trust it into his angel's mouth. There was a brief fight for dominance before Castiel gave way, allowing him full control. The act sparked something within him- the knowledge that his lover chose to do that- and he rolled on top of Castiel, straddling his angel's hips.
When Dean finally pulled back to breath, he could feel that his lips were kiss bruised and found that Castiel's were too. It thrilled him whenever his lover pulled back enough for his marks to stay and now was no different. He dove right back in for another possessive kiss but made a noise of dissatisfaction when he felt arms wrap around him. Not now, not this time. No, this time was his and he'd nearly lost Castiel. It had been so close, so very close. What if he'd waited even longer before calling Michael? What if he'd talked himself into thinking that his angel was alright? What would have happened then? Would Castiel have survived?
He pulled back and rolled to the side of the bed so he could reach the chair on which he'd placed Castiel's folded clothes.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned, leaning up to watch him.
"You'll see," Dean replied, pushing his lover back down once he had what he needed.
Dean straddled his angel's hips once more before capturing one of the hands that automatically came up to land on his hips. He wrapped the length of the blue tie around the wrist before capturing Castiel's other hand and doing the same. His angel gave him a confused look as he tied the two hands together but it cleared when he leaned forwards and placed Castiel's bound wrists above his head on the pillow.
"Stay," Dean ordered, pushing at the wrists once and looking right into his lover's eyes.
Castiel stared back at him, wide eyed but his angel nodded once to show that he understood. Dean had noticed his lover's throat working soundlessly and he liked the idea of having rendered his angel speechless. He claimed another dominating kiss, rubbing his whole body along the one beneath his and swallowed Castiel's resulting moan. He could feel each and every shift in the muscles of his lover's arms as his hands were still clamped on the bound wrists. He liked the feel of being draped so completely over Castiel, using the muscles in his thighs from where they were clamped on either side of his angel's hips to undulate himself along his lover's body.
Dean kept them like that for a while, biting and sucking at Castiel's mouth while he felt his lover harden against him through the layers still separating them.
"Dean, please!" Castiel begged when he next pulled back for air, unable to draw in enough through his nose for the way his pulse had increased. "Please, more."
The way his lover moved beneath him made Dean moan and he dropped his head onto one of Castiel's shoulders, savoring the feel of it and the arousal singing through his veins. He wanted this to last forever, to always remain just like this, only him and Castiel. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his angel's throat and it was perfect except for the fact that it was bare. Bare of his mark. He instantly latched onto it, sucking and nibbling for all that he was worth.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out, arching against him.
Dean reached down with one hand to push his lover's hips back down onto the bed so that he was the only one moving, rubbing their cocks together through three layers of fabric. It made Castiel mewl and he smiled as he felt the throat move beneath his mouth, his other hand keeping it right where he wanted it.
"Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean," Castiel moaned, wings trembling but remaining where they were.
"Mine," Dean declared darkly, possessively, as he pulled away.
"Yours," Castiel confirmed easily. "All yours."
"All mine."
The dark bruise was made all the more visible due to his lover's pale skin and Dean admired it for a moment before the need urged him on and he moved down his angel's body. At waist level he pulled at the drawstring of the sleep pants he'd gotten Castiel- no way was he going to start guessing sizes!- and then slipped his fingers under the waistband of both it and the boxers, pulling them down in one smooth movement. He licked his lips as his lover's cock rose proud and free and he quickly pulled off the clothes completely.
Once free of his own boxers, Dean took a moment to just look at his lover. Castiel lay spread out before him, hands bond above his head, cock hard and leaking, a dark hicky at the base of his throat, lust blown eyes and wings spread wide and submissively across the bed. The sight was nearly enough to make him come and he didn't resist the urge to take and claim, covering his lover's body with his own. He rocked their erections together once more even as he reached around to milk Castiel's oil glands. His lover moaned and he wondered not for the first time what this felt like, it was something he couldn't really imagine.
Dean quickly prepared Castiel, using only as much oil and stretching as was necessary before he pushed inside, unable to wait any longer. The tight heat made him moan as he bottomed out and he bit his lover's shoulder, making Castiel mewl and rock against him. Most of the fear was gone now but there was enough of it left to have him thrusting hard and fast, setting a punishing pace though his angel didn't seem to mind from the sounds Castiel made and the way his lover writhed beneath him.
All too soon Dean could feel that Castiel was close, oh so very close to coming, and he finally reached out for his angel's right set of wings. Right for a patch of silvery new feathers and he gently ran his fingers through them, knowing how incredibly sensitive they were just now. Then his lover was coming with a cry, spilling between them even as Castiel's inner walls tightened wonderfully around him, trying to milk his own release from him but he held on, snatching his hand away from the delicate wings so he could clutch at his angel instead and not have to worry about hurting him.
"Mine, mine, mine, mine," Dean continued to declare.
The way Castiel's passage continued to clench around his cock was nearly too much and combined with the sight of the red marks he'd left on his lover's skin and the submissive way his wings lay spread out beneath Castiel, completely open and accessible for anything he might want to do with them, it overwhelmed him and he thrust hard twice more before he came as deep inside his angel as he could while also biting down at the base of Castiel's throat.
Dean collapsed on his lover after slipping free from him and he hummed in approval as Castiel's arms and wings wrapped around him. He simply lay there for a while, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss and the feel of his angel so close.
"Are you alright?" Castiel eventually inquired, fingers running through his hair in the way that he loved.
"Yeah, I just... needed that, I guess," Dean replied, not wanting to think too closely on it. "How about you, are you doing okay?"
"The feathers should be fully in soon."
"Good."
They fell into a comfortable silence and it wasn't long before Dean detected the subtle shift in Castiel that indicated that his lover had slipped into the meditative state in which his angel healed best. He waited long enough to ensure that he wouldn't disturb Castiel before slipping free of his lover's hold and grabbing his boxers and Castiel's pajama bottoms. Once they were on, he walked through the apartment and out the front door.
"Hey, Mike, do you have a moment?" Dean asked before he lost the courage and conviction from earlier. "I've got some questions about what you said before, about mates and those rituals you mentioned."
There was no immediate reply and after a few minutes, Dean figured that Michael was too busy with something else to show just now and he stepped back inside, the cool night air bringing goose bumps to his bare arms and chest. Just as he was closing the door there was the flutter of wings behind him and he turned to greet his friend only to find an empty room.
Dean frowned as he looked around but then groaned as he saw a new book lying on the table. Great, yet another book. He was gonna have to hand in his cool badge soon if this kept up and swap it in for a freaking library card or some such shit.
"Thanks, Mike," Dean muttered, wishing he could have picked the archangel's brain directly but then realized he might have felt awkward doing so.
This was the angelic equivalent of marriage after all and Dean definitely wouldn't have wanted any of Sam's prospective brides to have come ask him about human wedding customs. Not that he was the bride in this situation, but still, the principle remained the same. So the book it would have to be.
The things he did for Castiel.
A.N.: Chapter 100! Back with a bang for the single biggest chapter count ever for me (and for this fic in the sense that it's the biggest milestone I'll reach). I hope you liked it and sorry for the hiatus. The draft of my Dean/Cas big bang fic came to over 30k and that might still change a little with revisions.
Chapter 101