On a Wing and a Prayer, Part 4
Title: On a Wing and a Prayer
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: let's just say all of season 5 though the fic goes AU before the end of 99 Problems (the bit where Dean drives away at the end never happened, he really just went to get bandages from the Impala)
Warnings: AU, slash, dom!Cas, sub!Dean, first time, wing!fic, bare backing, oral
Word Count: 34,652
Note: This fic was written for the deancasbigbang 2011.
Summary: When Gabriel shows up to join Team Free Will and offers them a potential solution to the Apocalypse, none of them could have imagined what was going to happen or how it would changes things forever.
Beta: aerilex
Artist: fargone1789
Art Masterlist: BEWARE, the art will spoil the fic if viewed first!
"This is a bloody stupid idea!" Crowley muttered for the thousandth time since they'd roped the demon into helping them out.
Dean watched him pace dispassionately as he leaned back against his bondmate, Castiel's chin resting comfortably on his shoulder and one wing curled possessively around him. It hadn't taken all that much convincing to get Crowley on board with their plan as the demon really did want Lucifer gone, especially since it seemed like someone else had leaked the information about his helping them, but Crowley had changed his tune dramatically as soon as he'd heard exactly how active a part it was that he'd have to play. Luckily they'd managed to convince him to go through with it anyway, but it meant that the king of the crossroads hadn't stopped complaining since.
"Just a little Grace shock," Castiel suggested, eyes following Crowley like a hawk.
"No," Dean denied though he had to laugh at his bondmate's insistence.
Crowley scowled at the both of them though Dean felt that the demon should be a bit more grateful to him seeing as he was the one not letting his angel touch Crowley as Castiel so dearly wanted to. It looked like Bobby, Sam and himself hadn't been the only ones to take Ellen and Jo's deaths hard and his bondmate wanted to work off some of that emotion on Crowley.
"Why not?" Castiel pouted. "It won't cause any lasting damage."
"You mean besides the fact that Gabe's going to appear with Lucy any second?"
Castiel scowled at the logic and sent Crowley another dirty look when the demon muttered something about crazy human gits who treated archangels like pets to be nicknamed. Dean just found that amusing but he'd discovered that his bondmate was still a bit sensitive about anything resembling criticism about him. It was refreshing in a way even if it exasperated him sometimes. They'd work it out though, of that he had no doubts regardless of what Sam might think of the situation. His brother had taken the news as poorly as he'd imagined he would and worse still. It had been so bad that when Gabriel had finally returned, he'd taken one look at the situation and sent Sam straight to Bobby's as the archangel thought his brother would only mess things up.
It wasn't quite the solution he would have liked as Dean knew that it would only make things between Sam and the angels worse, not to mention the fact that he felt that his brother deserved to be in on their final solution, but on the other hand he got where Gabriel was coming from. This was far too delicate an operation to risk on something as trivial as grudges and besides, his big brother instincts reveled in the knowledge that his little brother was far away from the danger. If nothing else, Sam would be able to try something else if this went horribly wrong.
"Relax, Dean, this will work," Castiel soothed.
"Oh, great, if he's not convinced that this will work then why the bloody hell are we here?" Crowley demanded.
"To get Lucifer once and for all," Dean replied easily. "Surely you want to be able to say that you had a hand in demoting and defeating the devil himself, no?"
It seemed to be exactly the right thing to say as Crowley got a greedy gleam in his eyes and Dean sighed, just knowing that this one was going to be trouble later on. Part of him wanted to preempt the problem and dispose of Crowley as soon as they were done here- he had absolutely no love for anything relating to crossroads deals after all- but the demon had been too smart for that and had made them all swear that no harm would come to him if he helped them out. And he was many things but he just wasn't an oath breaker which meant that they had to let him go. Thankfully Gabriel had seemed to take Crowley's arrogant attitude as a challenge and he wished the archangel all the best with his newest victim as soon as they were done here.
"Get ready!" Gabriel shouted as he appeared. "He's gotten my message."
At least that part of the plan had worked. Now Dean just hoped that Lucifer was arrogant enough to take the bait. Getting the devil to where they'd wanted had been the hardest thing to work out as Gabriel already knew what was needed for everything else. They'd ultimately decided to play on the devil's conviction that he was in the right and Lucifer's arrogance and have Gabriel pretend that he was having second thoughts about remaining neutral in this conflict. The archangel was sure that his brother would come for him personally in that case and they were about to find out if that was true.
"Oh thank goodness," Crowley stated. "I never thought I'd say this, but am I happy to see you, archangel!"
"Something miraculous must have occurred," Gabriel said dryly. "What happened?"
"Those two, honestly it's sickening."
"You guys been putting on a show? Why'd you wait until I was gone?"
"You are far too interested in our sex life, Gabe," Dean scolded.
"Trust me, I can be far more interested than I am now. If you ever feel like putting on a show, just let me know."
Castiel started forwards with a growl and Dean only just managed to catch one of his bondmate's wings though he did so lightly enough so that if his angel didn't realize on time Castiel wouldn't be hurt. Fortunately his bondmate did notice and stopped, turning back to look at him. He shook his head, lightly tugging on the wing to urge Castiel back to him. He knew he wasn't acting quite like the submissive that angelic tradition stated that he now was, but that was just who he was and it wouldn't change no matter what his angelic status. The soothing stroke his soul received told him that Castiel both understood and accepted it.
"He's coming," Gabriel warned and suddenly Castiel was the one pulling him back.
Crowley reluctantly took up his position opposite Gabriel and Dean could clearly tell how thrilled the demon was to know that yet another angel was about to enter the room and it made him smile grimly. Any day he managed to inconvenience or make uncomfortable a crossroads demon was a good one as far as he was concerned. Now he just hoped that this ritual worked and they all survived it. Well, that most of them survived it as he truly couldn't have cared less about Crowley so long as the demon performed his role, after that he was expendable and his death would not be something he lamented, rather the opposite in fact.
There was the shifting of air in the center of the room and Dean only had time for a quick prayer- and he wasn't sure where that urge came from but if Castiel had somehow managed to transfer faith to him he was so going to kick his angelic ass, bondmate or no- before Lucifer was there. Apparently even he was angelified enough now to feel the crackle of magic as the potion that Gabriel had concocted with the herbs and had both sprinkled around the room and released as an incense into the air took effect and essentially trapped all five of them in the room.
They had now reached the point of no return and things would either go their way or end horribly for all of them. Dean refused to let his thoughts go there and watched instead as Gabriel and Crowley started the chanting before Lucifer had even fully realized that this time he'd been the one tricked and trapped. When he did, Lucifer started spouting all kinds of bullshit but he tuned it out as Castiel's hand slipped under the sleeve of the t-shirt he was wearing and slotted into place over his scar. Their bond flared to life instantly and he gave himself over to it completely, allowing his bondmate full, unfettered access to his soul.
What happened next was kinda like being rescued again as they felt that close and if he didn't know any better Dean would say that he wasn't in a meat suit and Castiel wasn't in a vessel though he knew that wasn't true. As he heard the chanting grow louder, he also became aware of another presence. Unlike that of his bondmate, it was Dark and Evil, radiating nothing but malice, hatred and a desire to hurt. He swallowed hard and steeled himself for what was to come next.
Castiel reached out towards his fallen brother and tried to grasp Lucifer's Grace. Dean felt the shock of contact hit them and revulsion filled him at how utterly perverted and ruined Lucifer's Grace had become. He wouldn't even have recognized it as Grace if it weren't for the fact that he knew that the devil had once been an angel, and one of the brightest of them too if angelic lore was to be believed. The outburst of pure rage that lashed out against them made them stumble but was surprisingly bearable for all of that. Given that they were dealing with one of the two most powerful archangels in existence, he felt that they were doing rather well. Gabriel hadn't been kidding when he'd said that a bonded pair could handle this.
He wasn't entirely sure what his bondmate did next but it turned Lucifer's struggles from merely enraged to frantic and Dean felt the blows rain down harder against them if less coordinated. Castiel must be doing something right to have put the devil so completely on the defensive and he desperately hoped that it would be enough. He had a brief glimpse of the room as if through normal, human eyes and he caught sight of both Gabriel and Crowley frantically chanting away, strain evident on their faces. Between them was Lucifer's vessel and it was down on its knees, head thrown back in a scream as sweat poured down its face. Then his vision shifted and he could see Grace and demonic essence before he was back where he'd been and he realized that it had been due to a particularly potent blow of Lucifer's that he'd been temporarily ripped out of sync with his bondmate.
The small victory proved to be hard earned for Lucifer as it had drained him of more than the devil had banked on and Dean felt Castiel move forwards to strike the final blow. Miraculously, the Grace seemed to lighten and heal itself the further that his angel managed to separate it from the devil and he had to marvel at the versatility and durability of it. To go from something so tainted and ruined back to something so pure and perfect was nothing short of astounding and he couldn't imagine how it was happening. The thought seemed to annoy his bondmate and he shut it down so Castiel could focus on finishing his task.
In some ways it made Dean think of someone trimming the fat off a piece of meat as some of it inevitably clung on but Gabriel had told them to expect that, saying it wouldn't be more than enough to make Lucifer as strong as the weakest of angels, if even that. It was a fitting punishment in a lot of ways as it would allow all of the other angels to easily control Lucifer while also giving the devil enough of that which he used to have to truly allow him to feel its loss. And speaking of loss, Lucifer was now trashing blindly, striking out at anything he could in a futile effort to free himself. It was already far too late though he could admire the refusal to give up even if it came from an enemy.
The instant that the thread of Grace connecting Lucifer to most of what had once been his snapped, Dean lost all sense of the devil and was instead left with just his bondmate and the now newly restored and liberated Grace. It swirled around brightly for a few moments like its own miniature galaxy before hurtling towards the nearest mass of Grace it could find which was, of course, Castiel. He felt the impact of it hitting his bondmate through their completely open connection and he grunted himself in shared pain and shock.
Castiel tried to integrate the Grace with his own in order to prevent it from escaping or breaking away to be used by anyone who could capture and tame it, but it was far too much for him. Lucifer had been one of the two strongest archangels and his bondmate was already an angel, so there was too much of it even after enough of it had integrated with Castiel's Grace to give him enough power to have rivaled the devil himself. He felt his angel try to clamp down on their bond a second before the remaining Grace rushed across it and latched onto the Grace nestled deep within his own soul.
There was a shearing heat and Dean was sure that he screamed before everything went dark.
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There was worry pouring in through the bond along with genuine fear and it had Dean scrambling to wake up the instant he became aware of it. Or no, not wake, but rather regain consciousness. The recollection of what had happened rushed back at him and he gasped, the memory of what had pulled him under kindling a flame of fear within him as well.
What had Lucifer's Grace done to him?
The worry turned soothing as his bondmate became aware of his return to consciousness but Dean was already far too worked up for that to help much. Especially when he could sense that Castiel was still worried and fearful underneath it all. The moment he opened his eyes, though, and caught sight of his angel, he calmed a little, the knowledge that they'd both survived finally sinking in. There was something different about one of them though and he wasn't sure if it was himself or Castiel as everything was still a bit muddled and confused and the bond felt stronger than ever conveying more of what his bondmate felt and thought.
He was sure that the ritual had worked enough for them to have stripped Lucifer of most of his Grace and that both himself and Castiel had survived. Beyond that it became murky at best. This difference that he was aware of felt angelic to him so he was tempted to say it was something about Castiel, something above and beyond the promotion his bondmate had essentially had to archangelness, but that didn't feel right either. He switched to trying to focus on the physical as his angel was worryingly quiet and it took him a while to figure out that he was being cradled against Castiel's chest as there seemed to be something else there that he couldn't identify but which felt really odd.
"Cas?" Dean questioned, licking his lips before he froze as he caught sight of golden feathers brushing against one side of his bondmate's face.
The sight made him frown and he felt the insane urge to beat whatever angel dared to come so close to what was his before Dean caught sight of the frown that crossed his bondmate's face. Clearly he was missing something here but he didn't know what until Castiel picked up one of his hands and placed it gently on the golden wing. He damn near jumped out of his skin as he not only felt the feathers beneath his fingers, but he also felt the fingers touching his feathers. He jerked back with a startled cry and would have toppled due to the unexpected weight attached to his back if it weren't for Castiel's hands steadying him and pulling him close once more.
"Are those wings?" Dean demanded incredulously as he tried to process everything that had just happened and that he now felt into a coherent picture and coming up with something he couldn't quite believe.
"Yes," Castiel confirmed. "Some of Lucifer's Grace bonded itself to your already Grace enhanced soul and incorporated itself into your essence."
"And it gave me wings?"
"The Grace needs to be expressed somehow and your soul was already full with it as it was," Gabriel explained softly and Dean turned his head to find the archangel beside him.
Dean didn't think that he'd ever seen such a serious expression on Gabriel's face and it was enough to scare him even more. Behind the archangel he could make out the felled form of Lucifer's vessel lying unconscious on the floor. He knew that Gabriel wouldn't have turned his back on his brother if the archangel wasn't sure that it was safe to do so which meant that they'd really succeeded in effectively neutering the bastard and that at least sent happiness and satisfaction through him.
"As wings?" Dean demanded, needing to be really sure that he understood this clearly.
"Apparently so," Gabriel replied with a shrug. "It's a first for me too."
"They're beautiful," Castiel added and he looked back at his bondmate.
Instead of completely freaking out as Dean had expected that he would in a case like this, he found himself strangely calm and accepting. He almost should have known that something like this would happen after his earlier thought about what it might feel like to fly with his own wings as opposed to an airplane. That kind of thing was just exactly what normally happened to him and Sam.
He had wings.
The realization was only just starting to sink in and Dean craned his neck to get a better view of them. They were golden in color with long feathers that looked as soft as Castiel's did. He tried to flap them once but all he got was some uncoordinated movement that almost made him feel dizzy. Far too much information was suddenly bombarding his already exhausted mind from them and he knew he needed a distraction or he'd go mad.
"Help me up," Dean said, looking at Gabriel, knowing that he'd have his bondmate's help anyway.
"Are you sure you want to try standing just now?" Gabriel asked.
"Yes."
"Your pain if you fall."
It took Dean far longer than he would have liked in order for him to get used to the weight of the wings enough not to stumble or fall, but he managed it in the end even if Castiel kept hovering as closely beside him as he'd allow his bondmate to be.
"Is this permanent?" Dean questioned.
"Yes," Castiel replied. "The Grace is now essentially yours, anchored into place within your soul through the part of my Grace that you possess."
Okay, that was no reason to panic. "And these wings, are they like yours? Invisible to humans or am I now some freak that can never show his face in public again?"
"You are not a freak!" The answer was hissed and tinged with anger.
"No, you're just an anomaly," Gabriel added happily. "And, no, no human will be able to see those lovely wings, more's the pity them."
Oh great, he hadn't even had them for twenty minutes and already Gabriel was being lecherous towards his wings. That was strangely comforting in a way to Dean as it told him the archangel didn't view them as a reason to treat him any differently from normal. It did make him wonder about what would change now and how.
Would his relationship with his bondmate be different?
"If you'll excuse us, I have something to take care of," Castiel stated suddenly, grabbing hold of his arm.
There was the brief disorientation of angel flight and then they were alone in a large, extravagant bedroom with opulent furnishings and an enormous bed. Dean only just had time to take all of it in before his bondmate was pressed up behind him, slipping a possessive arm around his waist and canting his hips so that he felt the hard line of his angel's cock along the cleft of his ass.
"Mine," Castiel whispered darkly into his ear and he moaned, dropping his head back onto his angel's shoulder as all coherent thought fled. "Don't let this metamorphosis make you think that things have changed between us. You're more nephilim now than angel which means that the same rules apply and that you're still mine. You hear that, Dean? You belong to me."
Dean trembled at the words, desperate to prove how much he understood them but knowing he couldn't until he got permission to do so. "Yeah, I understand," he said instead, voice wrecked and cock already leaking in his pants.
"Good," Castiel stated stepping back before their clothes vanished and his angel swatted his ass. "Hands and knees, on the bed."
His new wings flapped uncontrollably as Dean rushed to comply, stretching luxuriously to show off his body in the hope that it would entice his bondmate to move faster. A ripple of amusement from the bond told him that Castiel knew exactly what he was doing and he whined as he sensed that his angel was thinking of making him wait for it.
Castiel chuckled. "So eager for it. It's hard to imagine that just a week ago you wanted nothing of this."
"Please, Cas," Dean begged shamelessly, his wings sending him all kinds of signals that he didn't understand as they flattened themselves on the bed beside him.
"You don't even know how enticing you look right now, do you? What your wings are telling me about you just now."
He was about to reply when Castiel moved close enough to tug at a feather and he howled, a spurt of pre-cum hitting the sheets beneath him. "Cas!"
"Just as I thought, your wings are as sensitive as those of a newly formed angel, ready for his first mating," Castiel said. "And the way you're holding them? That's wing speak for you wanting me to mount and fuck you while grasping a hold of them while I ride you."
Dean nearly came from those words alone, just the knowledge that he wasn't allowed to holding him back. He hadn't had the first clue what his wings were doing as they seemed to have a mind of their own, but that was pretty much what he wanted from his bondmate right now and he just mewled while he trembled with need. It seemed to appease Castiel's desire to draw this out as his angel climbed on the bed behind him and slowly worked a finger into him as his other hand ran soothing up his back, rubbing the sensitive skin between his new wings, and then back down again.
It felt like it took forever before he was ready, but when he was Castiel wasted no time pushing right into him. He moaned loudly as his bondmate bottomed out within him and then gave him a few slow thrusts. The desire to push back against Castiel rose within him but he abstained and was soon rewarded by a few harsher thrusts, all of which nailed his prostate dead on though his wings were still left untouched. They started to flap slightly, trashing with the rest of him, but he absently noted that they still more or less maintained their submissive position, remaining low beside him and giving Castiel all the room to move on top of him.
Just when he felt like he wasn't going to be able to take it anymore, Dean finally felt fingers card through his feathers and he howled in pleasure. It fried his mind as he couldn't comprehend it, the wings far too new for him to understand them yet but it felt sublime. He was shaking uncontrollably now, Castiel's legs on either side of his with one of his angel's hands holding his hips steady while the other tugged at his golden feathers. The only reason that he wasn't coming now was that he couldn't rather than that he was waiting for permission as he was so far beyond that as to hardly be conscious anymore. He was still aware enough, however, to feel it the moment that Castiel's wings flattened on top of his own, claiming them, before pleasure exploded through him from his wings, the bond and the feel of his bondmate coming deep inside of him.
A.N.: Phew, and there you have it, my first Big Bang fic, I definitely hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did, crazy journey that it was.
Now that you've read the fic, I really must urge you to go look at fargone1789's amazing art work for this fic, it's really worth it and you'll get to see winged!Dean. I'd also like to take the time to thank aerilex again for being my beta.
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: let's just say all of season 5 though the fic goes AU before the end of 99 Problems (the bit where Dean drives away at the end never happened, he really just went to get bandages from the Impala)
Warnings: AU, slash, dom!Cas, sub!Dean, first time, wing!fic, bare backing, oral
Word Count: 34,652
Note: This fic was written for the deancasbigbang 2011.
Summary: When Gabriel shows up to join Team Free Will and offers them a potential solution to the Apocalypse, none of them could have imagined what was going to happen or how it would changes things forever.
Beta: aerilex
Artist: fargone1789
Art Masterlist: BEWARE, the art will spoil the fic if viewed first!
"This is a bloody stupid idea!" Crowley muttered for the thousandth time since they'd roped the demon into helping them out.
Dean watched him pace dispassionately as he leaned back against his bondmate, Castiel's chin resting comfortably on his shoulder and one wing curled possessively around him. It hadn't taken all that much convincing to get Crowley on board with their plan as the demon really did want Lucifer gone, especially since it seemed like someone else had leaked the information about his helping them, but Crowley had changed his tune dramatically as soon as he'd heard exactly how active a part it was that he'd have to play. Luckily they'd managed to convince him to go through with it anyway, but it meant that the king of the crossroads hadn't stopped complaining since.
"Just a little Grace shock," Castiel suggested, eyes following Crowley like a hawk.
"No," Dean denied though he had to laugh at his bondmate's insistence.
Crowley scowled at the both of them though Dean felt that the demon should be a bit more grateful to him seeing as he was the one not letting his angel touch Crowley as Castiel so dearly wanted to. It looked like Bobby, Sam and himself hadn't been the only ones to take Ellen and Jo's deaths hard and his bondmate wanted to work off some of that emotion on Crowley.
"Why not?" Castiel pouted. "It won't cause any lasting damage."
"You mean besides the fact that Gabe's going to appear with Lucy any second?"
Castiel scowled at the logic and sent Crowley another dirty look when the demon muttered something about crazy human gits who treated archangels like pets to be nicknamed. Dean just found that amusing but he'd discovered that his bondmate was still a bit sensitive about anything resembling criticism about him. It was refreshing in a way even if it exasperated him sometimes. They'd work it out though, of that he had no doubts regardless of what Sam might think of the situation. His brother had taken the news as poorly as he'd imagined he would and worse still. It had been so bad that when Gabriel had finally returned, he'd taken one look at the situation and sent Sam straight to Bobby's as the archangel thought his brother would only mess things up.
It wasn't quite the solution he would have liked as Dean knew that it would only make things between Sam and the angels worse, not to mention the fact that he felt that his brother deserved to be in on their final solution, but on the other hand he got where Gabriel was coming from. This was far too delicate an operation to risk on something as trivial as grudges and besides, his big brother instincts reveled in the knowledge that his little brother was far away from the danger. If nothing else, Sam would be able to try something else if this went horribly wrong.
"Relax, Dean, this will work," Castiel soothed.
"Oh, great, if he's not convinced that this will work then why the bloody hell are we here?" Crowley demanded.
"To get Lucifer once and for all," Dean replied easily. "Surely you want to be able to say that you had a hand in demoting and defeating the devil himself, no?"
It seemed to be exactly the right thing to say as Crowley got a greedy gleam in his eyes and Dean sighed, just knowing that this one was going to be trouble later on. Part of him wanted to preempt the problem and dispose of Crowley as soon as they were done here- he had absolutely no love for anything relating to crossroads deals after all- but the demon had been too smart for that and had made them all swear that no harm would come to him if he helped them out. And he was many things but he just wasn't an oath breaker which meant that they had to let him go. Thankfully Gabriel had seemed to take Crowley's arrogant attitude as a challenge and he wished the archangel all the best with his newest victim as soon as they were done here.
"Get ready!" Gabriel shouted as he appeared. "He's gotten my message."
At least that part of the plan had worked. Now Dean just hoped that Lucifer was arrogant enough to take the bait. Getting the devil to where they'd wanted had been the hardest thing to work out as Gabriel already knew what was needed for everything else. They'd ultimately decided to play on the devil's conviction that he was in the right and Lucifer's arrogance and have Gabriel pretend that he was having second thoughts about remaining neutral in this conflict. The archangel was sure that his brother would come for him personally in that case and they were about to find out if that was true.
"Oh thank goodness," Crowley stated. "I never thought I'd say this, but am I happy to see you, archangel!"
"Something miraculous must have occurred," Gabriel said dryly. "What happened?"
"Those two, honestly it's sickening."
"You guys been putting on a show? Why'd you wait until I was gone?"
"You are far too interested in our sex life, Gabe," Dean scolded.
"Trust me, I can be far more interested than I am now. If you ever feel like putting on a show, just let me know."
Castiel started forwards with a growl and Dean only just managed to catch one of his bondmate's wings though he did so lightly enough so that if his angel didn't realize on time Castiel wouldn't be hurt. Fortunately his bondmate did notice and stopped, turning back to look at him. He shook his head, lightly tugging on the wing to urge Castiel back to him. He knew he wasn't acting quite like the submissive that angelic tradition stated that he now was, but that was just who he was and it wouldn't change no matter what his angelic status. The soothing stroke his soul received told him that Castiel both understood and accepted it.
"He's coming," Gabriel warned and suddenly Castiel was the one pulling him back.
Crowley reluctantly took up his position opposite Gabriel and Dean could clearly tell how thrilled the demon was to know that yet another angel was about to enter the room and it made him smile grimly. Any day he managed to inconvenience or make uncomfortable a crossroads demon was a good one as far as he was concerned. Now he just hoped that this ritual worked and they all survived it. Well, that most of them survived it as he truly couldn't have cared less about Crowley so long as the demon performed his role, after that he was expendable and his death would not be something he lamented, rather the opposite in fact.
There was the shifting of air in the center of the room and Dean only had time for a quick prayer- and he wasn't sure where that urge came from but if Castiel had somehow managed to transfer faith to him he was so going to kick his angelic ass, bondmate or no- before Lucifer was there. Apparently even he was angelified enough now to feel the crackle of magic as the potion that Gabriel had concocted with the herbs and had both sprinkled around the room and released as an incense into the air took effect and essentially trapped all five of them in the room.
They had now reached the point of no return and things would either go their way or end horribly for all of them. Dean refused to let his thoughts go there and watched instead as Gabriel and Crowley started the chanting before Lucifer had even fully realized that this time he'd been the one tricked and trapped. When he did, Lucifer started spouting all kinds of bullshit but he tuned it out as Castiel's hand slipped under the sleeve of the t-shirt he was wearing and slotted into place over his scar. Their bond flared to life instantly and he gave himself over to it completely, allowing his bondmate full, unfettered access to his soul.
What happened next was kinda like being rescued again as they felt that close and if he didn't know any better Dean would say that he wasn't in a meat suit and Castiel wasn't in a vessel though he knew that wasn't true. As he heard the chanting grow louder, he also became aware of another presence. Unlike that of his bondmate, it was Dark and Evil, radiating nothing but malice, hatred and a desire to hurt. He swallowed hard and steeled himself for what was to come next.
Castiel reached out towards his fallen brother and tried to grasp Lucifer's Grace. Dean felt the shock of contact hit them and revulsion filled him at how utterly perverted and ruined Lucifer's Grace had become. He wouldn't even have recognized it as Grace if it weren't for the fact that he knew that the devil had once been an angel, and one of the brightest of them too if angelic lore was to be believed. The outburst of pure rage that lashed out against them made them stumble but was surprisingly bearable for all of that. Given that they were dealing with one of the two most powerful archangels in existence, he felt that they were doing rather well. Gabriel hadn't been kidding when he'd said that a bonded pair could handle this.
He wasn't entirely sure what his bondmate did next but it turned Lucifer's struggles from merely enraged to frantic and Dean felt the blows rain down harder against them if less coordinated. Castiel must be doing something right to have put the devil so completely on the defensive and he desperately hoped that it would be enough. He had a brief glimpse of the room as if through normal, human eyes and he caught sight of both Gabriel and Crowley frantically chanting away, strain evident on their faces. Between them was Lucifer's vessel and it was down on its knees, head thrown back in a scream as sweat poured down its face. Then his vision shifted and he could see Grace and demonic essence before he was back where he'd been and he realized that it had been due to a particularly potent blow of Lucifer's that he'd been temporarily ripped out of sync with his bondmate.
The small victory proved to be hard earned for Lucifer as it had drained him of more than the devil had banked on and Dean felt Castiel move forwards to strike the final blow. Miraculously, the Grace seemed to lighten and heal itself the further that his angel managed to separate it from the devil and he had to marvel at the versatility and durability of it. To go from something so tainted and ruined back to something so pure and perfect was nothing short of astounding and he couldn't imagine how it was happening. The thought seemed to annoy his bondmate and he shut it down so Castiel could focus on finishing his task.
In some ways it made Dean think of someone trimming the fat off a piece of meat as some of it inevitably clung on but Gabriel had told them to expect that, saying it wouldn't be more than enough to make Lucifer as strong as the weakest of angels, if even that. It was a fitting punishment in a lot of ways as it would allow all of the other angels to easily control Lucifer while also giving the devil enough of that which he used to have to truly allow him to feel its loss. And speaking of loss, Lucifer was now trashing blindly, striking out at anything he could in a futile effort to free himself. It was already far too late though he could admire the refusal to give up even if it came from an enemy.
The instant that the thread of Grace connecting Lucifer to most of what had once been his snapped, Dean lost all sense of the devil and was instead left with just his bondmate and the now newly restored and liberated Grace. It swirled around brightly for a few moments like its own miniature galaxy before hurtling towards the nearest mass of Grace it could find which was, of course, Castiel. He felt the impact of it hitting his bondmate through their completely open connection and he grunted himself in shared pain and shock.
Castiel tried to integrate the Grace with his own in order to prevent it from escaping or breaking away to be used by anyone who could capture and tame it, but it was far too much for him. Lucifer had been one of the two strongest archangels and his bondmate was already an angel, so there was too much of it even after enough of it had integrated with Castiel's Grace to give him enough power to have rivaled the devil himself. He felt his angel try to clamp down on their bond a second before the remaining Grace rushed across it and latched onto the Grace nestled deep within his own soul.
There was a shearing heat and Dean was sure that he screamed before everything went dark.
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There was worry pouring in through the bond along with genuine fear and it had Dean scrambling to wake up the instant he became aware of it. Or no, not wake, but rather regain consciousness. The recollection of what had happened rushed back at him and he gasped, the memory of what had pulled him under kindling a flame of fear within him as well.
What had Lucifer's Grace done to him?
The worry turned soothing as his bondmate became aware of his return to consciousness but Dean was already far too worked up for that to help much. Especially when he could sense that Castiel was still worried and fearful underneath it all. The moment he opened his eyes, though, and caught sight of his angel, he calmed a little, the knowledge that they'd both survived finally sinking in. There was something different about one of them though and he wasn't sure if it was himself or Castiel as everything was still a bit muddled and confused and the bond felt stronger than ever conveying more of what his bondmate felt and thought.
He was sure that the ritual had worked enough for them to have stripped Lucifer of most of his Grace and that both himself and Castiel had survived. Beyond that it became murky at best. This difference that he was aware of felt angelic to him so he was tempted to say it was something about Castiel, something above and beyond the promotion his bondmate had essentially had to archangelness, but that didn't feel right either. He switched to trying to focus on the physical as his angel was worryingly quiet and it took him a while to figure out that he was being cradled against Castiel's chest as there seemed to be something else there that he couldn't identify but which felt really odd.
"Cas?" Dean questioned, licking his lips before he froze as he caught sight of golden feathers brushing against one side of his bondmate's face.
The sight made him frown and he felt the insane urge to beat whatever angel dared to come so close to what was his before Dean caught sight of the frown that crossed his bondmate's face. Clearly he was missing something here but he didn't know what until Castiel picked up one of his hands and placed it gently on the golden wing. He damn near jumped out of his skin as he not only felt the feathers beneath his fingers, but he also felt the fingers touching his feathers. He jerked back with a startled cry and would have toppled due to the unexpected weight attached to his back if it weren't for Castiel's hands steadying him and pulling him close once more.
"Are those wings?" Dean demanded incredulously as he tried to process everything that had just happened and that he now felt into a coherent picture and coming up with something he couldn't quite believe.
"Yes," Castiel confirmed. "Some of Lucifer's Grace bonded itself to your already Grace enhanced soul and incorporated itself into your essence."
"And it gave me wings?"
"The Grace needs to be expressed somehow and your soul was already full with it as it was," Gabriel explained softly and Dean turned his head to find the archangel beside him.
Dean didn't think that he'd ever seen such a serious expression on Gabriel's face and it was enough to scare him even more. Behind the archangel he could make out the felled form of Lucifer's vessel lying unconscious on the floor. He knew that Gabriel wouldn't have turned his back on his brother if the archangel wasn't sure that it was safe to do so which meant that they'd really succeeded in effectively neutering the bastard and that at least sent happiness and satisfaction through him.
"As wings?" Dean demanded, needing to be really sure that he understood this clearly.
"Apparently so," Gabriel replied with a shrug. "It's a first for me too."
"They're beautiful," Castiel added and he looked back at his bondmate.
Instead of completely freaking out as Dean had expected that he would in a case like this, he found himself strangely calm and accepting. He almost should have known that something like this would happen after his earlier thought about what it might feel like to fly with his own wings as opposed to an airplane. That kind of thing was just exactly what normally happened to him and Sam.
He had wings.
The realization was only just starting to sink in and Dean craned his neck to get a better view of them. They were golden in color with long feathers that looked as soft as Castiel's did. He tried to flap them once but all he got was some uncoordinated movement that almost made him feel dizzy. Far too much information was suddenly bombarding his already exhausted mind from them and he knew he needed a distraction or he'd go mad.
"Help me up," Dean said, looking at Gabriel, knowing that he'd have his bondmate's help anyway.
"Are you sure you want to try standing just now?" Gabriel asked.
"Yes."
"Your pain if you fall."
It took Dean far longer than he would have liked in order for him to get used to the weight of the wings enough not to stumble or fall, but he managed it in the end even if Castiel kept hovering as closely beside him as he'd allow his bondmate to be.
"Is this permanent?" Dean questioned.
"Yes," Castiel replied. "The Grace is now essentially yours, anchored into place within your soul through the part of my Grace that you possess."
Okay, that was no reason to panic. "And these wings, are they like yours? Invisible to humans or am I now some freak that can never show his face in public again?"
"You are not a freak!" The answer was hissed and tinged with anger.
"No, you're just an anomaly," Gabriel added happily. "And, no, no human will be able to see those lovely wings, more's the pity them."
Oh great, he hadn't even had them for twenty minutes and already Gabriel was being lecherous towards his wings. That was strangely comforting in a way to Dean as it told him the archangel didn't view them as a reason to treat him any differently from normal. It did make him wonder about what would change now and how.
Would his relationship with his bondmate be different?
"If you'll excuse us, I have something to take care of," Castiel stated suddenly, grabbing hold of his arm.
There was the brief disorientation of angel flight and then they were alone in a large, extravagant bedroom with opulent furnishings and an enormous bed. Dean only just had time to take all of it in before his bondmate was pressed up behind him, slipping a possessive arm around his waist and canting his hips so that he felt the hard line of his angel's cock along the cleft of his ass.
"Mine," Castiel whispered darkly into his ear and he moaned, dropping his head back onto his angel's shoulder as all coherent thought fled. "Don't let this metamorphosis make you think that things have changed between us. You're more nephilim now than angel which means that the same rules apply and that you're still mine. You hear that, Dean? You belong to me."
Dean trembled at the words, desperate to prove how much he understood them but knowing he couldn't until he got permission to do so. "Yeah, I understand," he said instead, voice wrecked and cock already leaking in his pants.
"Good," Castiel stated stepping back before their clothes vanished and his angel swatted his ass. "Hands and knees, on the bed."
His new wings flapped uncontrollably as Dean rushed to comply, stretching luxuriously to show off his body in the hope that it would entice his bondmate to move faster. A ripple of amusement from the bond told him that Castiel knew exactly what he was doing and he whined as he sensed that his angel was thinking of making him wait for it.
Castiel chuckled. "So eager for it. It's hard to imagine that just a week ago you wanted nothing of this."
"Please, Cas," Dean begged shamelessly, his wings sending him all kinds of signals that he didn't understand as they flattened themselves on the bed beside him.
"You don't even know how enticing you look right now, do you? What your wings are telling me about you just now."
He was about to reply when Castiel moved close enough to tug at a feather and he howled, a spurt of pre-cum hitting the sheets beneath him. "Cas!"
"Just as I thought, your wings are as sensitive as those of a newly formed angel, ready for his first mating," Castiel said. "And the way you're holding them? That's wing speak for you wanting me to mount and fuck you while grasping a hold of them while I ride you."
Dean nearly came from those words alone, just the knowledge that he wasn't allowed to holding him back. He hadn't had the first clue what his wings were doing as they seemed to have a mind of their own, but that was pretty much what he wanted from his bondmate right now and he just mewled while he trembled with need. It seemed to appease Castiel's desire to draw this out as his angel climbed on the bed behind him and slowly worked a finger into him as his other hand ran soothing up his back, rubbing the sensitive skin between his new wings, and then back down again.
It felt like it took forever before he was ready, but when he was Castiel wasted no time pushing right into him. He moaned loudly as his bondmate bottomed out within him and then gave him a few slow thrusts. The desire to push back against Castiel rose within him but he abstained and was soon rewarded by a few harsher thrusts, all of which nailed his prostate dead on though his wings were still left untouched. They started to flap slightly, trashing with the rest of him, but he absently noted that they still more or less maintained their submissive position, remaining low beside him and giving Castiel all the room to move on top of him.
Just when he felt like he wasn't going to be able to take it anymore, Dean finally felt fingers card through his feathers and he howled in pleasure. It fried his mind as he couldn't comprehend it, the wings far too new for him to understand them yet but it felt sublime. He was shaking uncontrollably now, Castiel's legs on either side of his with one of his angel's hands holding his hips steady while the other tugged at his golden feathers. The only reason that he wasn't coming now was that he couldn't rather than that he was waiting for permission as he was so far beyond that as to hardly be conscious anymore. He was still aware enough, however, to feel it the moment that Castiel's wings flattened on top of his own, claiming them, before pleasure exploded through him from his wings, the bond and the feel of his bondmate coming deep inside of him.
A.N.: Phew, and there you have it, my first Big Bang fic, I definitely hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did, crazy journey that it was.
Now that you've read the fic, I really must urge you to go look at fargone1789's amazing art work for this fic, it's really worth it and you'll get to see winged!Dean. I'd also like to take the time to thank aerilex again for being my beta.