Unexpected Destinies Chapter 108
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,403
Summary: Castiel isn't completely over what happened just yet, so Dean decides to take further action.
PAST
The first thing that Dean became aware of when he woke was the warmth at his back and the arm and wings wrapped around his waist. He shifted his head just enough so that it rubbed up against the feathers near his face before settling down once more, perfectly content to stay in bed for a while longer. His movement had, however, alerted his lover to the fact that he was now awake and Castiel shifted slightly himself. It was enough to tell him that his angel had his face pressed into the back of his head and neck.
Dean shivered once as he realized that even now Castiel was rubbing his nose to the base of his skull as it abruptly reminded him of what had happened yesterday in Cape Town. Not only did the reminder serve to chase away any lingering vestiges of sleep, but the fact that his lover was still so clearly affected by it forced him to act. He rolled around so he was lying on his back which brought him face to face with Castiel. Literally.
"Morning, Cas," Dean said, stealing a quick, lazy kiss.
"Dean," Castiel breathed, gaze as intense as his angel's hands were tight where they held him like he'd vanish at any moment.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm fine, Cas. Thanks to you and Raph, I'm fine."
Instead of replying, Castiel pressed closer, burying his face in Dean's neck and he wasn't quite sure what to do. At first he merely hugged his angel tight, running soothing hands over Castiel's back and wings but when he felt his angel essentially scenting him before he felt the quick touch of a tongue he knew he'd have to be more active about it. Obviously his lover was having a hard time getting past what had happened and he figured that the best way to prove to Castiel that he was alright despite it all was to go about business as normal.
"Come on, I've got to use the bathroom, Cas," Dean said, feeling his lover still in his arms as he waited for a heartbeat. "Want to join me for a shower?"
Not only was a shower likely to lead to other things that would prove exactly how fine he was to his angel, but it would also give Castiel a convenient excuse to run hands all over his body so his lover could assure himself that everything was okay. Besides, Dean liked the idea of getting his angel all wet, Castiel's kink had really rubbed off on him.
The next thing Dean knew, they were standing in the bathroom and he laughed when his lover gave him a little shove towards the toilet, accompanied by a quick grope of his ass, before Castiel turned his attention to the shower. Well he'd definitely made the right suggestion and his laugh turned into a smile that only grew when he stepped under the warm spray that was just how he liked it. His lover watched him for a few seconds before Castiel gave into temptation and stepped closer to touch him. The urgency from last night was gone but in its place was an intensity that was unusual even for them and he felt it right down to his soul with every reverent touch and kiss.
Sexual urgency eventually did rise within them and Dean sank gracefully to his knees and sucked at the base of his lover's cock.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out, hands finding their way into his wet hair.
Dean grinned, resisting the light tugging and taking his time instead with kitten licks and soft, teasing touches that were nowhere near enough for his angel. He also made use of his day old stubble to rub his cheek against Castiel's sensitive inner thigh. If his lover were human, he'd be leaving his mark in annoying beard burn, but luckily he didn't have to worry about that with his angel.
"Want something?" Dean questioned teasingly as he licked pre-cum from the tip of Castiel's cock and glanced up at his lover from under his lashes.
His angel growled at him, Castiel's hips bucking slightly. "Dean, please!"
"Well since you ask so nicely."
It was the only warning Dean gave before he wrapped his lips around the head of Castiel's cock and sucked hard. His lover whined, hands tightening in his hair but not pulling. Not quite sure what had come over him, he didn't immediately take the rest of his angel in, instead choosing to continue teasing Castiel and enjoying the wonderful noises his lover made. He also kept glancing up, knowing it drove Castiel mad and loving the sight of his angel like this; naked, wet, wings twitching helplessly and face glazed over with pleasure. Eventually though the growl that Castiel made along with his own growing urgency had him swallowing his lover as far in as he could (which had gotten far better due to all the practice he'd gotten these past few months) and he started licking and sucking in earnest.
When Castiel finally came, Dean swallowed as much of it as he could before rising and claiming his lover's mouth in a dirty kiss, making sure his angel could taste himself in his mouth. The action earned him another low growl as he was pushed up against the tiles, his hard cock trapped between them as Castiel devoured him. He made an involuntary little noise in the back of his throat but his lover ignored him, seemingly determined to find his tonsils. When Castiel finally pulled back, he was so short of breath that little black dots danced in front of his eyes, but it only served to make his arousal that much stronger and his hips bucked in quick little jerks against his angel, desperately seeking some friction.
"I should make you beg for it," Castiel growled, voice even lower than normal, gravely and deep and wrecked with pleasure.
Dean gasped, catching a mewl before it escaped him as his lover refused to do more than trap his cock between their slick bodies. Then Castiel was stepping back and this time a sound did get away from him, but then his angel had spun him around and pulled him back against him so they were pressed together, chest to back. He'd have protested except that a hand snaked down to his crotch and took hold of him. His hips bucked and he threw his head back, resting it on Castiel's shoulder. His angel took the opportunity to nip at his exposed throat while giving him slow, lazy strokes that only served to drive him mad without bringing him any closer to release.
"Tease," Dean accused.
"I learned from the best," Castiel replied. "And I am satisfied for now, so I could do this for a while."
Oh great, he'd created a monster. Dean groaned and tried to decide if begging would help or merely amuse his angel.
"Open your eyes, Dean," Castiel prompted. "Look."
Curious, Dean lowered his head a little and opened his eyes. There, through the water splattered glass partition, he could see the large mirror above the counter and sink. He'd always found it a bit creepy (after all who needed a mirror that large?), but now he could only moan as he caught sight of their reflection in it. There he stood, cock hard and red, leaning back against Castiel who had one hand wrapped around his erection and the other running across his chest. His lover's face was in profile as Castiel continued to whisper dirty things into his ear, but it was his angel's wings that really caught his attention. The inner most set of wings was hovering just outside of touching distance, bracketing their reflection. The next set of wings was hovering a little further out and the next set a little bit further right out to the outer most set of wings which were arched high and wide behind Castiel's back.
A mewl escaped Dean at the sight but he couldn't bring himself to care, eyes riveted on the sight before him. Overhead the shower continued to spray them with water that ran in rivulets down their bodies, tracing and highlighting muscles as they moved frantically against each other. Even as his climax neared with the increased pressure Castiel gave him, he found that he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight they made, eyes narrowing instead as the pleasure increased before it peaked and he came with a hoarse cry.
In the mirror Dean could see himself go boneless, could see the way his lover's arm tightened around his waist to keep him upright and he smiled before he finally tore his eyes away from the sight so he could roll his head and kiss Castiel.
"Mmm, love you," Dean said.
"I love you too," Castiel replied happily.
When his angel reached for the shower gel and washcloth, Dean watched in bemusement. He'd known that Castiel would do it and it had been part of the reason why he'd suggested the shower in the first place, but he still didn't get it. His lover could clean him with a touch so he just didn't get why Castiel enjoyed doing this so much the human way. It couldn't just be a desire for intimacy as they did plenty of that and his angel knew that he could touch him whenever he wanted, so he just didn't get it. But it definitely seemed to make Castiel happy and he relished the attention, so it wasn't like it was a hardship to anyone, but he just didn't get it.
"You're thinking too much," Castiel admonished as he began to wash him.
Dean laughed before he tilted his head, consideringly. "You use contractions."
"What?"
"Contractions, like you're instead of you are, you use them."
Castiel paused for a moment to consider this before he nodded once. "Yes, I suppose I do. Why?"
"Mike and Raph don't, at least not as far as I can remember. Nor did you, before."
"That's because you've been a bad influence on me."
"Hey!"
Playfully, Dean gave his lover a little shove but Castiel merely used the opportunity to grab his arm and spin him around so that his angel could reach his back. He laughed but subsided, remembering why they were here just now in the first place. And besides, his stomach was most definitely waking up and he knew that Castiel would want to finish this task before letting him out of the shower, angelic cleaning powers or not. Pesky perfectionist angel. He yelped and jumped involuntarily as Castiel's teeth nipped the back of his neck.
"You know, eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves," Dean muttered.
/
"Heya, Mike," Dean greeted as he glanced up from the stove to see who had just flown in.
"Little One," Michael replied before looking towards Castiel. "Brother."
"Michael," Castiel said.
"What are you doing?" Michael asked coming to stand beside him.
"Making pancakes," Dean responded cheerfully. "Do you want to try one?"
"What are they?"
"A breakfast food, they're really good," Castiel explained from where he was finishing one. "You should try one, Brother."
"Very well."
Dean beamed at his friend, pleased at how far the archangel had come. Michael must have really enjoyed the pie to be so willing to try something else. "Great! Chocolate chip or blueberry?"
"I thought you said they were pancakes."
"Yes, but do you want one with chocolate chips in them or blueberries?"
"I see. Which do you prefer?"
"Chocolate chips," Castiel answered for him with a significant glance in his direction.
"Hey, at least I'm admitting to liking the blueberry ones," Dean replied, waving his fork with the last bite of a blueberry pancake on it. "That's more than you'd have gotten before. Besides, chocolate rules, you can't beat chocolate."
"I shall try the chocolate ones then," Michael stated.
Something about the tone of the reply made Dean frown and he glanced at his friend again. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was definitely off. Not in a really bad way, though, and he knew that Michael would never have been able to get into the apartment if anything really untoward had happened to him or if, Heaven forbid, the archangel had been evicted from his aunt's body and something else had taken his place. And that was not even considering the fact that Castiel would have known instantly that it wasn't his brother standing there with them, but something was still off. Much as he wanted to pry, he hated it when people did that to him, so he kept his mouth shut, for now at least. If this went on for a while then he'd just have to do something about it, but not just yet.
Instead Dean flipped the blueberry pancake he was making onto Castiel's plate and handed it to his lover. Then he grabbed the mixing bowl with the remaining chocolate chip batter and poured some into the pan, explaining everything to Michael who stood close beside him, watching in genuine curiosity. He couldn't help crowing in triumph later when his friend's face morphed into a look of surprise and delight after Castiel had showed Michael how to prepare the pancake with maple syrup before trying it.
"This is nearly as good as the pie," Michael stated.
"I knew you'd like it," Dean said. "Do you want another one?"
"Yes, please."
The extra pancakes that Dean had originally planned on putting in the fridge for snacking on later were quickly eaten though he still managed to eat enough to feel pleasantly full despite the unexpected guest. With a happy sigh, he leaned back in his chair, reaching out automatically to straighten an errant feather on his lover's closest wing.
"You are feeling better?" Michael asked, watching him finish his coffee.
"Yep, good as new."
"How is Raphael faring?" Castiel inquired.
"He is sufficiently healed to be causing a nuisance of himself so I have brought him some of the books that need looking through."
Dean winced in sympathy, more than understanding the up the wall feeling that being cooped up in bed or a hospital could induce. Poor guy.
"Unfortunately I also come bearing bad news," Michael continued.
"Bad news?" Dean repeated with a sinking sensation.
"Yes, Lucifer has made his first significant strike."
A.N.: Just 3 more days until my Big Bang fic goes up. fargone1789's artwork for it is awesome and I can't wait to post it all!
Chapter 109
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,403
Summary: Castiel isn't completely over what happened just yet, so Dean decides to take further action.
PAST
The first thing that Dean became aware of when he woke was the warmth at his back and the arm and wings wrapped around his waist. He shifted his head just enough so that it rubbed up against the feathers near his face before settling down once more, perfectly content to stay in bed for a while longer. His movement had, however, alerted his lover to the fact that he was now awake and Castiel shifted slightly himself. It was enough to tell him that his angel had his face pressed into the back of his head and neck.
Dean shivered once as he realized that even now Castiel was rubbing his nose to the base of his skull as it abruptly reminded him of what had happened yesterday in Cape Town. Not only did the reminder serve to chase away any lingering vestiges of sleep, but the fact that his lover was still so clearly affected by it forced him to act. He rolled around so he was lying on his back which brought him face to face with Castiel. Literally.
"Morning, Cas," Dean said, stealing a quick, lazy kiss.
"Dean," Castiel breathed, gaze as intense as his angel's hands were tight where they held him like he'd vanish at any moment.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm fine, Cas. Thanks to you and Raph, I'm fine."
Instead of replying, Castiel pressed closer, burying his face in Dean's neck and he wasn't quite sure what to do. At first he merely hugged his angel tight, running soothing hands over Castiel's back and wings but when he felt his angel essentially scenting him before he felt the quick touch of a tongue he knew he'd have to be more active about it. Obviously his lover was having a hard time getting past what had happened and he figured that the best way to prove to Castiel that he was alright despite it all was to go about business as normal.
"Come on, I've got to use the bathroom, Cas," Dean said, feeling his lover still in his arms as he waited for a heartbeat. "Want to join me for a shower?"
Not only was a shower likely to lead to other things that would prove exactly how fine he was to his angel, but it would also give Castiel a convenient excuse to run hands all over his body so his lover could assure himself that everything was okay. Besides, Dean liked the idea of getting his angel all wet, Castiel's kink had really rubbed off on him.
The next thing Dean knew, they were standing in the bathroom and he laughed when his lover gave him a little shove towards the toilet, accompanied by a quick grope of his ass, before Castiel turned his attention to the shower. Well he'd definitely made the right suggestion and his laugh turned into a smile that only grew when he stepped under the warm spray that was just how he liked it. His lover watched him for a few seconds before Castiel gave into temptation and stepped closer to touch him. The urgency from last night was gone but in its place was an intensity that was unusual even for them and he felt it right down to his soul with every reverent touch and kiss.
Sexual urgency eventually did rise within them and Dean sank gracefully to his knees and sucked at the base of his lover's cock.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out, hands finding their way into his wet hair.
Dean grinned, resisting the light tugging and taking his time instead with kitten licks and soft, teasing touches that were nowhere near enough for his angel. He also made use of his day old stubble to rub his cheek against Castiel's sensitive inner thigh. If his lover were human, he'd be leaving his mark in annoying beard burn, but luckily he didn't have to worry about that with his angel.
"Want something?" Dean questioned teasingly as he licked pre-cum from the tip of Castiel's cock and glanced up at his lover from under his lashes.
His angel growled at him, Castiel's hips bucking slightly. "Dean, please!"
"Well since you ask so nicely."
It was the only warning Dean gave before he wrapped his lips around the head of Castiel's cock and sucked hard. His lover whined, hands tightening in his hair but not pulling. Not quite sure what had come over him, he didn't immediately take the rest of his angel in, instead choosing to continue teasing Castiel and enjoying the wonderful noises his lover made. He also kept glancing up, knowing it drove Castiel mad and loving the sight of his angel like this; naked, wet, wings twitching helplessly and face glazed over with pleasure. Eventually though the growl that Castiel made along with his own growing urgency had him swallowing his lover as far in as he could (which had gotten far better due to all the practice he'd gotten these past few months) and he started licking and sucking in earnest.
When Castiel finally came, Dean swallowed as much of it as he could before rising and claiming his lover's mouth in a dirty kiss, making sure his angel could taste himself in his mouth. The action earned him another low growl as he was pushed up against the tiles, his hard cock trapped between them as Castiel devoured him. He made an involuntary little noise in the back of his throat but his lover ignored him, seemingly determined to find his tonsils. When Castiel finally pulled back, he was so short of breath that little black dots danced in front of his eyes, but it only served to make his arousal that much stronger and his hips bucked in quick little jerks against his angel, desperately seeking some friction.
"I should make you beg for it," Castiel growled, voice even lower than normal, gravely and deep and wrecked with pleasure.
Dean gasped, catching a mewl before it escaped him as his lover refused to do more than trap his cock between their slick bodies. Then Castiel was stepping back and this time a sound did get away from him, but then his angel had spun him around and pulled him back against him so they were pressed together, chest to back. He'd have protested except that a hand snaked down to his crotch and took hold of him. His hips bucked and he threw his head back, resting it on Castiel's shoulder. His angel took the opportunity to nip at his exposed throat while giving him slow, lazy strokes that only served to drive him mad without bringing him any closer to release.
"Tease," Dean accused.
"I learned from the best," Castiel replied. "And I am satisfied for now, so I could do this for a while."
Oh great, he'd created a monster. Dean groaned and tried to decide if begging would help or merely amuse his angel.
"Open your eyes, Dean," Castiel prompted. "Look."
Curious, Dean lowered his head a little and opened his eyes. There, through the water splattered glass partition, he could see the large mirror above the counter and sink. He'd always found it a bit creepy (after all who needed a mirror that large?), but now he could only moan as he caught sight of their reflection in it. There he stood, cock hard and red, leaning back against Castiel who had one hand wrapped around his erection and the other running across his chest. His lover's face was in profile as Castiel continued to whisper dirty things into his ear, but it was his angel's wings that really caught his attention. The inner most set of wings was hovering just outside of touching distance, bracketing their reflection. The next set of wings was hovering a little further out and the next set a little bit further right out to the outer most set of wings which were arched high and wide behind Castiel's back.
A mewl escaped Dean at the sight but he couldn't bring himself to care, eyes riveted on the sight before him. Overhead the shower continued to spray them with water that ran in rivulets down their bodies, tracing and highlighting muscles as they moved frantically against each other. Even as his climax neared with the increased pressure Castiel gave him, he found that he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight they made, eyes narrowing instead as the pleasure increased before it peaked and he came with a hoarse cry.
In the mirror Dean could see himself go boneless, could see the way his lover's arm tightened around his waist to keep him upright and he smiled before he finally tore his eyes away from the sight so he could roll his head and kiss Castiel.
"Mmm, love you," Dean said.
"I love you too," Castiel replied happily.
When his angel reached for the shower gel and washcloth, Dean watched in bemusement. He'd known that Castiel would do it and it had been part of the reason why he'd suggested the shower in the first place, but he still didn't get it. His lover could clean him with a touch so he just didn't get why Castiel enjoyed doing this so much the human way. It couldn't just be a desire for intimacy as they did plenty of that and his angel knew that he could touch him whenever he wanted, so he just didn't get it. But it definitely seemed to make Castiel happy and he relished the attention, so it wasn't like it was a hardship to anyone, but he just didn't get it.
"You're thinking too much," Castiel admonished as he began to wash him.
Dean laughed before he tilted his head, consideringly. "You use contractions."
"What?"
"Contractions, like you're instead of you are, you use them."
Castiel paused for a moment to consider this before he nodded once. "Yes, I suppose I do. Why?"
"Mike and Raph don't, at least not as far as I can remember. Nor did you, before."
"That's because you've been a bad influence on me."
"Hey!"
Playfully, Dean gave his lover a little shove but Castiel merely used the opportunity to grab his arm and spin him around so that his angel could reach his back. He laughed but subsided, remembering why they were here just now in the first place. And besides, his stomach was most definitely waking up and he knew that Castiel would want to finish this task before letting him out of the shower, angelic cleaning powers or not. Pesky perfectionist angel. He yelped and jumped involuntarily as Castiel's teeth nipped the back of his neck.
"You know, eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves," Dean muttered.
/
"Heya, Mike," Dean greeted as he glanced up from the stove to see who had just flown in.
"Little One," Michael replied before looking towards Castiel. "Brother."
"Michael," Castiel said.
"What are you doing?" Michael asked coming to stand beside him.
"Making pancakes," Dean responded cheerfully. "Do you want to try one?"
"What are they?"
"A breakfast food, they're really good," Castiel explained from where he was finishing one. "You should try one, Brother."
"Very well."
Dean beamed at his friend, pleased at how far the archangel had come. Michael must have really enjoyed the pie to be so willing to try something else. "Great! Chocolate chip or blueberry?"
"I thought you said they were pancakes."
"Yes, but do you want one with chocolate chips in them or blueberries?"
"I see. Which do you prefer?"
"Chocolate chips," Castiel answered for him with a significant glance in his direction.
"Hey, at least I'm admitting to liking the blueberry ones," Dean replied, waving his fork with the last bite of a blueberry pancake on it. "That's more than you'd have gotten before. Besides, chocolate rules, you can't beat chocolate."
"I shall try the chocolate ones then," Michael stated.
Something about the tone of the reply made Dean frown and he glanced at his friend again. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was definitely off. Not in a really bad way, though, and he knew that Michael would never have been able to get into the apartment if anything really untoward had happened to him or if, Heaven forbid, the archangel had been evicted from his aunt's body and something else had taken his place. And that was not even considering the fact that Castiel would have known instantly that it wasn't his brother standing there with them, but something was still off. Much as he wanted to pry, he hated it when people did that to him, so he kept his mouth shut, for now at least. If this went on for a while then he'd just have to do something about it, but not just yet.
Instead Dean flipped the blueberry pancake he was making onto Castiel's plate and handed it to his lover. Then he grabbed the mixing bowl with the remaining chocolate chip batter and poured some into the pan, explaining everything to Michael who stood close beside him, watching in genuine curiosity. He couldn't help crowing in triumph later when his friend's face morphed into a look of surprise and delight after Castiel had showed Michael how to prepare the pancake with maple syrup before trying it.
"This is nearly as good as the pie," Michael stated.
"I knew you'd like it," Dean said. "Do you want another one?"
"Yes, please."
The extra pancakes that Dean had originally planned on putting in the fridge for snacking on later were quickly eaten though he still managed to eat enough to feel pleasantly full despite the unexpected guest. With a happy sigh, he leaned back in his chair, reaching out automatically to straighten an errant feather on his lover's closest wing.
"You are feeling better?" Michael asked, watching him finish his coffee.
"Yep, good as new."
"How is Raphael faring?" Castiel inquired.
"He is sufficiently healed to be causing a nuisance of himself so I have brought him some of the books that need looking through."
Dean winced in sympathy, more than understanding the up the wall feeling that being cooped up in bed or a hospital could induce. Poor guy.
"Unfortunately I also come bearing bad news," Michael continued.
"Bad news?" Dean repeated with a sinking sensation.
"Yes, Lucifer has made his first significant strike."
A.N.: Just 3 more days until my Big Bang fic goes up. fargone1789's artwork for it is awesome and I can't wait to post it all!
Chapter 109