Unexpected Destinies Chapter 106
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, wing!fic
Word Count: 3,019
Summary: Castiel arrives at the museum.
PAST
"Michael! Castiel!"
The call from Raphael came as Castiel was reviewing Belliel's latest selection of books from Heaven's vast library that might be of use to them. The sense of urgency from his normally calm brother had him abandoning his task at once and flying straight off to Raphael's side, drawing his sword as he went.
The moment Castiel landed, he knew he'd been right to arrive prepared. The immediate area was a warzone and he was thankful for his current status as an archangel when he caught sight of Simiel. She stood unsteadily next to a dented wall and her face twisted in anger and hate when she caught sight of him and then Michael when the eldest archangel arrived. Before he could even think of saying something, she fled, clearly not prepared to face them all. He glanced towards Raphael and winced in sympathy as he caught sight of his brother's condition, his own wings throbbing in remembered pain from his recent injuries. Seeing Michael attending to Raphael, he flew to Simiel's last spot hoping to be able to track her.
If they were able to either capture or kill her before Lucifer managed to free himself of the restrictions of the Rite of Contressa, then it would change things in their favor significantly. Castiel was already preparing to call Xarael to get him some back-up when Raphael called out.
"Castiel, no!"
"I am not going alone, Brother. But this is an opportunity we cannot let pass."
"Dean-"
Even though Raphael was cut off by a gasp of pain as Michael probed at the staff impaling their brother's left wings to the ground, it was more than enough to capture Castiel's full attention and he was by Raphael's side in an instant.
"Dean, what?" Castiel demanded urgently. "Is she going after him?"
Not waiting for an answer, Castiel reached out for his mate, realizing exactly how close Dean was just as Raphael shook his head and pointed towards the right. He whirled around and froze as he caught sight of his hunter lying broken up against the museum's outer wall. For a moment he could only stare in horror at the red stain on the wall and the rapidly forming pool of blood beneath his mate's too still body. The startled and dismayed sound Michael made snapped him out of his daze and he flew straight to Dean's side.
From close his mate looked even worse and Castiel made a wounded sound as he sank to his knees next to Dean. The tumultuous flickering and swirling of his mate's bright soul proved that his hunter was not only still alive, but fighting as well. That inherent stubbornness drew a fleeting smile before the horror of what he was seeing swiftly overcame it.
Gently, Castiel reached out to brush two fingers over Dean's forehead, firmly pushing his precious mate under further, beyond where the pain could reach him. He didn't want his hunter to wake until Dean was fully healed. As expected, his mate fought his push at first but once his Grace was recognized, Dean seemed no longer able to fight off the desire to sink deeper, further away from the agony of his body's injuries. The brief touch with his mate's soul soothed him a little but it didn't last long as a closer inspection of his hunter's injuries caused fury to come alive within him. Though he was pleased that Raphael had stopped him from taking off after Simiel, he desperately wished that he'd managed to stop her from fleeing at all. She would pay for this and for the first time ever he found himself wanting to inflict some of what he'd witnessed in Perdition on one of his own siblings. What she had done to his mate was inexcusable and she'd have known that Dean was an angelic mate as his hunter smelled of him thanks to his wing oil.
Those thoughts were halted in their tracks as Castiel discovered the extent of the damage done to the back of Dean's head. He'd known it would be bad from the blood on the wall and the sticky mess in his mate's hair, but this was even worse than he'd feared. Dean's skull had been fractured and some of the smaller shards of bone had actually been driven into the brain and he moaned at the discovery. The human brain was notoriously fragile and he didn't have enough Healer knowledge to feel confident about attempting to heal it himself. Not on his mate. Instead he turned his attention to the rest of Dean's injuries, hoping his skills weren't inadequate to the task there.
They weren't.
Altogether, Castiel found two breaks in his mate's left arm, countless fractures throughout Dean's body, several cracked vertebras and ribs, a cracked cheekbone, two broken ribs, lacerations with embedded foreign objects on the left side of the abdomen and severe deep tissue bruising with swelling around his spine. He healed as much of it as he could, hesitating a little at the spinal column as he sensed the damage to the underlying nerves. They weren't quite as delicate as the brain but it was still close. Forcing himself to be calm, he thought back to when he'd rebuilt Dean's body that first time. The lack of damage to his brain and spine beyond that caused by decay had allowed him to rebuild his mate on his own and he used that experience to guide him now. He was able to heal most of the damaged nerves, but there were a few towards the base of the spine, near the cracked tailbone, which he dared not touch for fear of healing them incorrectly and causing his mate lasting damage.
As Castiel worked, he had to force aside his rage at Simiel but that only allowed his mind to start wondering about how Dean had come to be here in the first place. They were far too far away from where he'd left his mate for Dean to have gotten here on his own and Simiel would have either killed his mate or taken his hunter straight to Lucifer, which meant that it hadn't been her. Which left only Raphael. His brother had to have been the one to bring Dean here and that meant that Raphael should have been here when Simiel had first attacked his mate. So where had his brother been while Dean had been injured? The Jewel of Abel adorning his mate's hand meant that his hunter'd had time to at least try and defend himself so it couldn't have happened too quickly.
"Castiel," Michael said.
Instinctively Castiel looked towards his oldest brother and caught sight of Raphael beside him. Without even thinking about it, he launched himself at his brother, ending up on top of Raphael, pining his brother to the ground.
"Castiel!" Michael called out, suddenly beside him.
"Where were you?" Castiel growled, ignoring Michael's restraining hands. "Why did you bring Dean here?"
"They were getting a key for the local gateway to Perdition," Michael explained, brandishing the staff that had been impaling Raphael earlier.
"Why Dean?"
"I couldn't get it," Raphael explained, gesturing to the side.
Reluctantly Castiel followed the gesture and caught sight of the sigils covering the museum walls and he knew instantly what his brother meant. The knowledge that he would have done the same as Raphael and turned to his mate didn't do much to douse his anger as Dean had never been this severely injured while with him. And it still didn't answer his first question.
"Where were you? Simiel could not have gotten Dean while he was inside," Castiel pushed.
"She came out of nowhere," Raphael replied, hands held up placatingly and wings spread wide. "She must have known about the key and either had the museum under surveillance or placed a ward which we triggered. Either way she knew the moment that Dean left the protection of the wards and was on him before we even knew she was here."
"If she attacked so unexpectedly then how did Dean manage to get the Jewel of Abel on?"
"He didn't, not then. Simiel knocked him down with her first blow which allowed her to grab the key from Dean before he even knew what had happened. Once she had that, she flung him aside into the wall at which point I was on her."
"Then how did Dean come to have the Jewel on?" Michael questioned.
"He must have done that while Simiel and I were fighting," Raphael replied, not taking his eyes off of Castiel. "Brother, please, let me see to him, I can help him."
"You are injured yourself," Michael pointed out.
"Castiel, Brother, please."
Part of Castiel didn't want to allow Raphael anywhere near his mate, his instincts screaming at him to keep Dean away from the one who had brought him here in the first place, but it clashed with the part of him that knew that Raphael was the best Healer they had and therefore his mate's best chance of being fully healed. The way his brother also lay unresisting beneath him, wings spread wide and vulnerable also told him that whatever had happened here, Raphael had never intended for Dean to get hurt and his brother was willing to take whatever he saw fit as punishment.
"He saved my life, Castiel," Raphael continued. "He used the Jewel of Abel not to defend himself but to stop Simiel from killing me. She was blocking his connection to Michael and my ability to call you and she had disarmed me. If it weren't for your mate, Simiel would have killed me. Please let me thank him by healing him."
The sincerity in his brother's voice and his own desire to see Dean fully healed had Castiel moving off of Raphael. He was unable to bring himself to move far though and ended up hovering over his brother and mate while Raphael carefully inspected Dean's remaining injuries. Michael came to stand beside him and while his brother didn't say anything, the hand on his shoulder was enough. He took strength from it and tried to distract himself so that he wouldn't keep interrupting Raphael to ask why he wasn't done yet. The last thing he wanted to do was distract his brother at a critical moment. Inevitably, his attention shifted to Raphael's wings where his brother's own injuries still remained. As they were severe wounds to his true form, they would take a while to heal even if Raphael had returned to Heaven immediately with Michael's help. The fact that his brother had chosen to remain here and see to Dean first said a lot and he was pleased at what it meant. They had all come far and it gave him great hope that they could win this war.
"There," Raphael finally stated. "The rest you can finish for him, Brother."
"His spine-" Castiel began.
"I have taken care of that too."
"Thank you, Brother."
"He saved my life, it was the least I could do."
Immediately, Castiel reached out and used his own Grace to heal the last parts of the wounds, gathering his mate up in his arms as soon as he was done and cradling him close. It felt reassuring to have Dean's slight weight in his arms even if it always struck him as strange because his hunter's presence was so strong and powerful that he felt like his mate should be heavier. It was one of his Father's many little mysteries. Just like Dean's stubborn will, his mate hadn't even been fully healed for a minute and yet already his hunter was fighting to wake from his sleep.
"I need to get Raphael back to the Healers and secure the key," Michael said.
"Very well, I shall take Dean home," Castiel replied.
"Tell him I am sorry for what happened," Raphael stated, resting his hand briefly on the back of Dean's head.
"I will."
After a second's hesitation, Michael leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to Dean's forehead and Castiel blinked in surprise, more bemused than anything else at the unexpected action. His thoughts on the matter were derailed as with a flare of his soul, his mate suddenly surfaced.
"Dude!" Dean complained at the treatment and when Michael had pulled back enough for him to see his mate's face, Castiel caught sight of his hunter's scowl.
"Hello, Little One," Michael merely responded.
"'m not a chick."
"Indeed you are not, you are a human."
The reply clearly threw Dean and Michael had used the opportunity to vanish with Raphael before his mate could decide whether the archangel had been serious or not. It made Castiel smile as he got to his feet.
"Hey!" Dean protested as he discovered his position. "Cas, put me down!"
"No," Castiel declared firmly, tightening his hold on his mate.
The word had come out harsher than he'd intended and Dean's eyes flashed to his face and Castiel could read surprise and the beginnings of understanding dawning there.
"Is there anything of yours here that you require?"
Dean's eyes darted about before he shook his head. "No, but aren't you going to, you know, clean up a little here first?"
"No."
With that, Castiel took flight holding his mate's fragile form tightly to himself as he returned them to their bedroom. When they arrived, Dean was watching him closely, a peculiar look on his face and it was with great reluctance that he set his mate back on his feet, wanting to keep him close to ensure that nothing else happened to Dean.
"I'm sorry," Dean said and Castiel pulled him down, kissing him fiercely.
"It wasn't your fault," Castiel replied when he pulled back so his mate could breathe. "Raphael explained what happened."
"I'm still sorry for worrying you."
The temptation to reach up and touch the back of Dean's head was too hard to resist, so Castiel didn't. "I couldn't heal you. Your brain... it was..."
"My brain?" Dean repeated stunned.
"Your skull had fractured and some of the bone shards-"
This time Dean was the one to kiss him and Castiel reacted aggressively, vanished both of their clothes and pushing his mate backwards until they tumbled down onto their bed. There he wasted no time in claiming his hunter, getting Dean hard and leaking quickly. He brought his wings around them as he milked his own oil glands to prepare his mate for him. With Dean so alive and wanton beneath him, it became far easier to forget how his mate had been such a short while ago. Just as he was ready to take Dean, though, his mate stopped reacting and began pushing at him instead, seeking to roll them. He made a small noise of protest but allowed the movement, all too aware that Dean had only just been on the wrong end of an archangel's strength and knowing that now was not one of those times where his mate would appreciate his ability to hold him down so easily.
Instead Castiel shoved aside the desire to bury himself deep in his mate, to claim him and reassure himself that Dean was okay, and prepared to do whatever his hunter needed of him. When Dean slicked his fingers with oil, he assumed that his mate wanted to take him and was therefore startled when Dean reached for his cock instead of his entrance.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned, not sure what was happening.
"Shh, just using a new position," Dean explained, trembling once. "I just, I can't be underneath at the moment."
A new position. Castiel still wasn't sure what his mate had planned, but he decided to wait and see instead of asking. He pulled Dean down for another kiss, letting his hands roam over his mate's body, feeling the undulating of it as his own hips jerked slightly in response to the hand slicking his cock with his own oil. He voiced a protest when Dean pulled back but it quickly died when his mate lifted himself slightly and the hand on his cock guided it to his hunter's slicked entrance. Realization dawned just before Dean sank down on his cock and he threw his head back as the tight heat engulfed him. When hands came to rest on his chest, he opened his eyes once more and glanced back at his mate.
The sight of Dean seated on him, his cock as far as it could go inside his mate, made Castiel moan and his wings closed over them just as Dean began to move. He quickly caught onto his hunter's rhythm and began to thrust up as Dean sank back down onto him, his hands settling on his mate's hips. Dean moaned, soon covered in a light sweat due to the effort. He managed to draw a cry from Dean when he tilted his hips slightly and he smiled, shifting his wings so some of them caressed the front of his mate, paying particular attention to his sensitive nipples.
"Cas!" Dean moaned, arching.
Castiel found himself unable to tear his eyes from his mate as he reached down and took hold of Dean's neglected cock. The action drew more moans and his hunter opened his green eyes enough to look at him and their gazes locked. The moment of connection seemed to stretch with Dean riding him until pleasure engulfed his mate as Dean came, clenching down around him. His grip on his hunter's hips tightened and he flipped them back around while remaining deep instead of him. He found Dean's lips for a heated kiss as he continued to thrust into his mate's welcoming body before he finally came as well, stilling deep inside of Dean. He stayed like that for a moment before he rolled them once again so his mate could be on top.
As Dean drifted off, Castiel was unable to resist bringing his hand up to cradle the back of his mate's head to assure himself that everything was now okay.
A.N.: Sorry, I made the mistake of watching 7.01 before getting to the sex scene here and that kinda threw me into the wrong mood for it. Not that I disliked the episode, it just wasn't what I needed before doing this. Next time I'll finish the chapter first, promise.
Chapter 107
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, bare backing, wing!fic
Word Count: 3,019
Summary: Castiel arrives at the museum.
PAST
"Michael! Castiel!"
The call from Raphael came as Castiel was reviewing Belliel's latest selection of books from Heaven's vast library that might be of use to them. The sense of urgency from his normally calm brother had him abandoning his task at once and flying straight off to Raphael's side, drawing his sword as he went.
The moment Castiel landed, he knew he'd been right to arrive prepared. The immediate area was a warzone and he was thankful for his current status as an archangel when he caught sight of Simiel. She stood unsteadily next to a dented wall and her face twisted in anger and hate when she caught sight of him and then Michael when the eldest archangel arrived. Before he could even think of saying something, she fled, clearly not prepared to face them all. He glanced towards Raphael and winced in sympathy as he caught sight of his brother's condition, his own wings throbbing in remembered pain from his recent injuries. Seeing Michael attending to Raphael, he flew to Simiel's last spot hoping to be able to track her.
If they were able to either capture or kill her before Lucifer managed to free himself of the restrictions of the Rite of Contressa, then it would change things in their favor significantly. Castiel was already preparing to call Xarael to get him some back-up when Raphael called out.
"Castiel, no!"
"I am not going alone, Brother. But this is an opportunity we cannot let pass."
"Dean-"
Even though Raphael was cut off by a gasp of pain as Michael probed at the staff impaling their brother's left wings to the ground, it was more than enough to capture Castiel's full attention and he was by Raphael's side in an instant.
"Dean, what?" Castiel demanded urgently. "Is she going after him?"
Not waiting for an answer, Castiel reached out for his mate, realizing exactly how close Dean was just as Raphael shook his head and pointed towards the right. He whirled around and froze as he caught sight of his hunter lying broken up against the museum's outer wall. For a moment he could only stare in horror at the red stain on the wall and the rapidly forming pool of blood beneath his mate's too still body. The startled and dismayed sound Michael made snapped him out of his daze and he flew straight to Dean's side.
From close his mate looked even worse and Castiel made a wounded sound as he sank to his knees next to Dean. The tumultuous flickering and swirling of his mate's bright soul proved that his hunter was not only still alive, but fighting as well. That inherent stubbornness drew a fleeting smile before the horror of what he was seeing swiftly overcame it.
Gently, Castiel reached out to brush two fingers over Dean's forehead, firmly pushing his precious mate under further, beyond where the pain could reach him. He didn't want his hunter to wake until Dean was fully healed. As expected, his mate fought his push at first but once his Grace was recognized, Dean seemed no longer able to fight off the desire to sink deeper, further away from the agony of his body's injuries. The brief touch with his mate's soul soothed him a little but it didn't last long as a closer inspection of his hunter's injuries caused fury to come alive within him. Though he was pleased that Raphael had stopped him from taking off after Simiel, he desperately wished that he'd managed to stop her from fleeing at all. She would pay for this and for the first time ever he found himself wanting to inflict some of what he'd witnessed in Perdition on one of his own siblings. What she had done to his mate was inexcusable and she'd have known that Dean was an angelic mate as his hunter smelled of him thanks to his wing oil.
Those thoughts were halted in their tracks as Castiel discovered the extent of the damage done to the back of Dean's head. He'd known it would be bad from the blood on the wall and the sticky mess in his mate's hair, but this was even worse than he'd feared. Dean's skull had been fractured and some of the smaller shards of bone had actually been driven into the brain and he moaned at the discovery. The human brain was notoriously fragile and he didn't have enough Healer knowledge to feel confident about attempting to heal it himself. Not on his mate. Instead he turned his attention to the rest of Dean's injuries, hoping his skills weren't inadequate to the task there.
They weren't.
Altogether, Castiel found two breaks in his mate's left arm, countless fractures throughout Dean's body, several cracked vertebras and ribs, a cracked cheekbone, two broken ribs, lacerations with embedded foreign objects on the left side of the abdomen and severe deep tissue bruising with swelling around his spine. He healed as much of it as he could, hesitating a little at the spinal column as he sensed the damage to the underlying nerves. They weren't quite as delicate as the brain but it was still close. Forcing himself to be calm, he thought back to when he'd rebuilt Dean's body that first time. The lack of damage to his brain and spine beyond that caused by decay had allowed him to rebuild his mate on his own and he used that experience to guide him now. He was able to heal most of the damaged nerves, but there were a few towards the base of the spine, near the cracked tailbone, which he dared not touch for fear of healing them incorrectly and causing his mate lasting damage.
As Castiel worked, he had to force aside his rage at Simiel but that only allowed his mind to start wondering about how Dean had come to be here in the first place. They were far too far away from where he'd left his mate for Dean to have gotten here on his own and Simiel would have either killed his mate or taken his hunter straight to Lucifer, which meant that it hadn't been her. Which left only Raphael. His brother had to have been the one to bring Dean here and that meant that Raphael should have been here when Simiel had first attacked his mate. So where had his brother been while Dean had been injured? The Jewel of Abel adorning his mate's hand meant that his hunter'd had time to at least try and defend himself so it couldn't have happened too quickly.
"Castiel," Michael said.
Instinctively Castiel looked towards his oldest brother and caught sight of Raphael beside him. Without even thinking about it, he launched himself at his brother, ending up on top of Raphael, pining his brother to the ground.
"Castiel!" Michael called out, suddenly beside him.
"Where were you?" Castiel growled, ignoring Michael's restraining hands. "Why did you bring Dean here?"
"They were getting a key for the local gateway to Perdition," Michael explained, brandishing the staff that had been impaling Raphael earlier.
"Why Dean?"
"I couldn't get it," Raphael explained, gesturing to the side.
Reluctantly Castiel followed the gesture and caught sight of the sigils covering the museum walls and he knew instantly what his brother meant. The knowledge that he would have done the same as Raphael and turned to his mate didn't do much to douse his anger as Dean had never been this severely injured while with him. And it still didn't answer his first question.
"Where were you? Simiel could not have gotten Dean while he was inside," Castiel pushed.
"She came out of nowhere," Raphael replied, hands held up placatingly and wings spread wide. "She must have known about the key and either had the museum under surveillance or placed a ward which we triggered. Either way she knew the moment that Dean left the protection of the wards and was on him before we even knew she was here."
"If she attacked so unexpectedly then how did Dean manage to get the Jewel of Abel on?"
"He didn't, not then. Simiel knocked him down with her first blow which allowed her to grab the key from Dean before he even knew what had happened. Once she had that, she flung him aside into the wall at which point I was on her."
"Then how did Dean come to have the Jewel on?" Michael questioned.
"He must have done that while Simiel and I were fighting," Raphael replied, not taking his eyes off of Castiel. "Brother, please, let me see to him, I can help him."
"You are injured yourself," Michael pointed out.
"Castiel, Brother, please."
Part of Castiel didn't want to allow Raphael anywhere near his mate, his instincts screaming at him to keep Dean away from the one who had brought him here in the first place, but it clashed with the part of him that knew that Raphael was the best Healer they had and therefore his mate's best chance of being fully healed. The way his brother also lay unresisting beneath him, wings spread wide and vulnerable also told him that whatever had happened here, Raphael had never intended for Dean to get hurt and his brother was willing to take whatever he saw fit as punishment.
"He saved my life, Castiel," Raphael continued. "He used the Jewel of Abel not to defend himself but to stop Simiel from killing me. She was blocking his connection to Michael and my ability to call you and she had disarmed me. If it weren't for your mate, Simiel would have killed me. Please let me thank him by healing him."
The sincerity in his brother's voice and his own desire to see Dean fully healed had Castiel moving off of Raphael. He was unable to bring himself to move far though and ended up hovering over his brother and mate while Raphael carefully inspected Dean's remaining injuries. Michael came to stand beside him and while his brother didn't say anything, the hand on his shoulder was enough. He took strength from it and tried to distract himself so that he wouldn't keep interrupting Raphael to ask why he wasn't done yet. The last thing he wanted to do was distract his brother at a critical moment. Inevitably, his attention shifted to Raphael's wings where his brother's own injuries still remained. As they were severe wounds to his true form, they would take a while to heal even if Raphael had returned to Heaven immediately with Michael's help. The fact that his brother had chosen to remain here and see to Dean first said a lot and he was pleased at what it meant. They had all come far and it gave him great hope that they could win this war.
"There," Raphael finally stated. "The rest you can finish for him, Brother."
"His spine-" Castiel began.
"I have taken care of that too."
"Thank you, Brother."
"He saved my life, it was the least I could do."
Immediately, Castiel reached out and used his own Grace to heal the last parts of the wounds, gathering his mate up in his arms as soon as he was done and cradling him close. It felt reassuring to have Dean's slight weight in his arms even if it always struck him as strange because his hunter's presence was so strong and powerful that he felt like his mate should be heavier. It was one of his Father's many little mysteries. Just like Dean's stubborn will, his mate hadn't even been fully healed for a minute and yet already his hunter was fighting to wake from his sleep.
"I need to get Raphael back to the Healers and secure the key," Michael said.
"Very well, I shall take Dean home," Castiel replied.
"Tell him I am sorry for what happened," Raphael stated, resting his hand briefly on the back of Dean's head.
"I will."
After a second's hesitation, Michael leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to Dean's forehead and Castiel blinked in surprise, more bemused than anything else at the unexpected action. His thoughts on the matter were derailed as with a flare of his soul, his mate suddenly surfaced.
"Dude!" Dean complained at the treatment and when Michael had pulled back enough for him to see his mate's face, Castiel caught sight of his hunter's scowl.
"Hello, Little One," Michael merely responded.
"'m not a chick."
"Indeed you are not, you are a human."
The reply clearly threw Dean and Michael had used the opportunity to vanish with Raphael before his mate could decide whether the archangel had been serious or not. It made Castiel smile as he got to his feet.
"Hey!" Dean protested as he discovered his position. "Cas, put me down!"
"No," Castiel declared firmly, tightening his hold on his mate.
The word had come out harsher than he'd intended and Dean's eyes flashed to his face and Castiel could read surprise and the beginnings of understanding dawning there.
"Is there anything of yours here that you require?"
Dean's eyes darted about before he shook his head. "No, but aren't you going to, you know, clean up a little here first?"
"No."
With that, Castiel took flight holding his mate's fragile form tightly to himself as he returned them to their bedroom. When they arrived, Dean was watching him closely, a peculiar look on his face and it was with great reluctance that he set his mate back on his feet, wanting to keep him close to ensure that nothing else happened to Dean.
"I'm sorry," Dean said and Castiel pulled him down, kissing him fiercely.
"It wasn't your fault," Castiel replied when he pulled back so his mate could breathe. "Raphael explained what happened."
"I'm still sorry for worrying you."
The temptation to reach up and touch the back of Dean's head was too hard to resist, so Castiel didn't. "I couldn't heal you. Your brain... it was..."
"My brain?" Dean repeated stunned.
"Your skull had fractured and some of the bone shards-"
This time Dean was the one to kiss him and Castiel reacted aggressively, vanished both of their clothes and pushing his mate backwards until they tumbled down onto their bed. There he wasted no time in claiming his hunter, getting Dean hard and leaking quickly. He brought his wings around them as he milked his own oil glands to prepare his mate for him. With Dean so alive and wanton beneath him, it became far easier to forget how his mate had been such a short while ago. Just as he was ready to take Dean, though, his mate stopped reacting and began pushing at him instead, seeking to roll them. He made a small noise of protest but allowed the movement, all too aware that Dean had only just been on the wrong end of an archangel's strength and knowing that now was not one of those times where his mate would appreciate his ability to hold him down so easily.
Instead Castiel shoved aside the desire to bury himself deep in his mate, to claim him and reassure himself that Dean was okay, and prepared to do whatever his hunter needed of him. When Dean slicked his fingers with oil, he assumed that his mate wanted to take him and was therefore startled when Dean reached for his cock instead of his entrance.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned, not sure what was happening.
"Shh, just using a new position," Dean explained, trembling once. "I just, I can't be underneath at the moment."
A new position. Castiel still wasn't sure what his mate had planned, but he decided to wait and see instead of asking. He pulled Dean down for another kiss, letting his hands roam over his mate's body, feeling the undulating of it as his own hips jerked slightly in response to the hand slicking his cock with his own oil. He voiced a protest when Dean pulled back but it quickly died when his mate lifted himself slightly and the hand on his cock guided it to his hunter's slicked entrance. Realization dawned just before Dean sank down on his cock and he threw his head back as the tight heat engulfed him. When hands came to rest on his chest, he opened his eyes once more and glanced back at his mate.
The sight of Dean seated on him, his cock as far as it could go inside his mate, made Castiel moan and his wings closed over them just as Dean began to move. He quickly caught onto his hunter's rhythm and began to thrust up as Dean sank back down onto him, his hands settling on his mate's hips. Dean moaned, soon covered in a light sweat due to the effort. He managed to draw a cry from Dean when he tilted his hips slightly and he smiled, shifting his wings so some of them caressed the front of his mate, paying particular attention to his sensitive nipples.
"Cas!" Dean moaned, arching.
Castiel found himself unable to tear his eyes from his mate as he reached down and took hold of Dean's neglected cock. The action drew more moans and his hunter opened his green eyes enough to look at him and their gazes locked. The moment of connection seemed to stretch with Dean riding him until pleasure engulfed his mate as Dean came, clenching down around him. His grip on his hunter's hips tightened and he flipped them back around while remaining deep instead of him. He found Dean's lips for a heated kiss as he continued to thrust into his mate's welcoming body before he finally came as well, stilling deep inside of Dean. He stayed like that for a moment before he rolled them once again so his mate could be on top.
As Dean drifted off, Castiel was unable to resist bringing his hand up to cradle the back of his mate's head to assure himself that everything was now okay.
A.N.: Sorry, I made the mistake of watching 7.01 before getting to the sex scene here and that kinda threw me into the wrong mood for it. Not that I disliked the episode, it just wasn't what I needed before doing this. Next time I'll finish the chapter first, promise.
Chapter 107