Unexpected Destinies Chapter 140
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, Grace!sex
Word Count: 3,247
Summary: The honeymoon.
PAST
When the crystal's power finally started to fade, the physical realm slowly began returning to Castiel's awareness and he was surprised to find both himself and Dean lying in their bed. He frowned slightly in confusion before recalling that Michael had been in the room with them during the commencement of their bonding so his brother must have brought them here prior to leaving. He smiled at how human the sentiment was and he couldn't help but marvel at what a huge influence his bond mate had been on his brother.
The thought reminded Castiel of his previous fear and instinctive jealousy of Michael and Dean's connection and how much he'd wanted to keep his oldest brother from being present at their bonding. Being on the other end of the process now, he could easily see both how groundless and needless those worries had been. Though his brother had been present for the bonding, it clearly hadn't had any adverse effect on the resulting bond, not from what he could feel of it. In fact he'd hardly even been aware of Michael's presence except for when he'd stumbled across the angel-vessel bond the two of them shared. Even now he could only just detect it if he tried looking for it.
Of course Castiel realized that would change drastically when Michael took Dean once more, but the fondness and affection he could feel from his bond mate towards Dean's connection with Michael quelled any remaining doubts that might have lingered from before. There was absolutely no way to fake those emotions on such a completely soul level as what he was seeing now. So while unconventional he knew it to be completely pure and true.
Once he'd started inspecting the bond and what he could pick up from Dean, Castiel found it impossible to stop. Though their Andaluzyian crystal's power had been completely used up by now, the strength of their remaining bond still stunned and amazed him as it was far stronger than he'd ever dared to hope that it would be. It allowed him to feel his bond mate's soul surprisingly well given that it had already started to return to its more normal folded and closed off state. It also took him absolutely no effort to detect that the bonding had exhausted Dean and his hunter was slowly drifting off instead of waking like him. That was okay though as he was more than happy to just bask in the total sense of safety and complete bliss that Dean radiated.
Castiel tuned out most of his surroundings to focus on his bond mate and their new connection. He was endlessly fascinated by the way that Dean, even subconsciously, was manipulating their bond, both clinging to it and wrapping it around his soul in such a way as to maximize its power and exposure to his soul. He really shouldn't be surprised after all of the other things that his bond mate was so effortlessly proficient at, but it still did and he hoped that his hunter would never cease to be able to both surprise and amaze him.
When Dean's grip on their crystal loosened and his bond mate shifted to lie more comfortably against him, Castiel reached out and lifted the crystal away. It had lost it's mostly clear color and taken on an iridescent sparkle illuminated by a light from within that reflected the strength of their new bond. Just touching it was enough to illicit a ghost of the feelings that had been channeled through it, captured within their crystal for all time and for anyone to experience who touched it; a testament to their love for one another. No doubt it would find its home within this very room alongside their kalsika. Well, unless Dean decided that he wanted one of them in the other room to view during the day. For now though he carefully set it aside on the table next to the bed where his bond mate would once have kept the lube and which hotels seemed to love using to store Bibles in.
The stark contrast made Castiel smile, knowing that Dean had probably started doing it for the irony as much as for the convenience of having it so close, especially since his hunter never unpacked anything other than what was strictly necessary in case he'd needed to make a hasty exit for one reason or another.
This particular train of thought about Bibles and religion led Castiel to thinking about his Father. It had been a while since he'd done so for more than just a few seconds. Although things weren't going fantastically, they had scored some pretty big victories and with both Michael and Raphael on their side it had all just seemed less hopeless than the last time they had been here. He did still occasionally wonder if his Father was out there, watching them and, if so, what He thought but he no longer worried over it. At the very least he knew that his Father approved of some of what he'd done or He'd never have resurrected him, but he couldn't even begin to guess at how much his Father was aware of or why He didn't intervene but he no longer agonized over it as he had before. Not only had he learned that they really could make a difference on their own, but his loss of faith had come at far too high a price to ever bear repeating it again.
Just the mere memory had Castiel shuddering and pulling his bond mate closer to him. The love and reassurance that suddenly washed over him caught him by surprise but then he realized that his negative emotions must have been transmitted across the bond to Dean and, even asleep, his bond mate had reacted to it and instinctively sought to soothe him. He sent his gratitude back and tried to keep the horror and regret of how his loss of faith had affected Dean at such a critical period to himself. Though his hunter would never voice it, he knew that had been a contributing factor to Dean's decision to try and surrender himself to Michael which had, of course, only served to increase his own overall downward spiral. Even back then before their relationship had evolved to that of mates, let alone bond mates, they had already been inexorably tied to and dependent on each other.
Castiel forced his attention to more cheerful thoughts but knew that he'd never forget the lessons that he'd learned from that experience. They had been far too hard won and painful to ever, ever risk any of it transpiring again. Instead he focused his attention on the bond itself, slowly exploring every inch of it and enjoying both the power and the feel of it.
The awareness that it gave him of his bond mate's soul was unrivaled and something that he knew that he'd never grow tired of or be any less fascinated by.
/
His dream had been so unbelievably wonderful that Dean clung to it for as long as possible even as he started to wake. It was one of many kalsika inspired dreams, though it seemed far more vivid and real than any of the previous ones that he'd had.
Castiel just seemed to be right there, practically inside of him. No, Dean was so not ready to let that end; to let it fade in the cold light of day as all of the other dreams had before. No matter what he tried, though, he could feel the dream slipping away and he'd just resigned himself to the inevitable when he realized that while sleep had left him, his sense of Castiel had not.
Suddenly Dean was wide awake and he'd already shoved himself upright on one arm before it all came back to him and he could only stare down, wide eyed, at his lover. The sheer shock of the bond's presence was so unlike anything that he could truly have prepared himself for that it kept him silent as he scrambled to wrap his mind around it. Castiel merely returned his gaze as he did so, slowly realizing that he was far more aware of his very soul than he ever had been before while alone in his meatsuit.
It was...
Dean didn't have words for it. He felt oddly full in a way, like he'd always been hungry for something and had never been sated until now and the feeling was so completely unfamiliar to him as to be slightly jarring, but not in a way that he didn't think he could get used to if given the chance. The memory of how lonely he'd felt holding their Andaluzyian crystal alone made him wonder if this was what most people felt normally and which he'd just been missing out on all of those years. It was a slightly disturbing thought and it would mean that Sam, the little bitch, had been right all along in saying that he'd been damaged in some way by the hunter lifestyle, at least emotionally anyway. All of a sudden his little brother's constant nagging made a whole lot more sense to him now if something like this had been what Sam had always wanted him to have. Not that he'd ever tell his brother that, of course.
He felt a little bit like a stranger in his own body or, well, emotionally anyway, but Dean didn't even stop to think of rejecting any of it either even if it had been possible to do so. Despite being almost entirely foreign to him, it all felt so unbelievably fantastic that he couldn't really complain, especially not after how he'd felt this time last year. That thought made him shudder at even the ghost of the sheer agony and misery he'd experienced back then but before he could even think about shoving it all aside, he found himself pulled close and encompassed by his lover.
On more than one level.
The realization startled Dean to stillness for a while, the new awareness taking some time to process. It was different to being a vessel and having Michael so close, different but far stronger. It was something he could definitely get used to even if he was a little surprised that he wasn't feeling in the least bit claustrophobic by both this and the foreign sensation of fullness that he was still experiencing. Normally he wasn't able to handle things like this nearly so well, but now his first response was to just melt into his angel, both physically and- and however his soul did the equivalent of it. Spiritually? That sounded wrong, far too religious for him, but if this wasn't some kind of religious experience then he didn't know what was so, spiritually it was.
Castiel's love and desire to both protect and please him washed over Dean in what was starting to become a familiar way and he greeted it with all of the joy and comfort that realization brought him. One of his lover's hands came up to cup his face and he leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and simply enjoying it and everything else. The fact that he could spend so long simply basking in something so emotional was weird but he didn't feel the usual urge to do or say something stupid or provocative in order to elicit a reaction that would lead to other things. It sometimes amazed him how much and how easily his lover had changed him since they'd gotten together.
His lover.
Given that the bonding they'd just undergone was the closest angelic equivalent to marriage, it was with a start that Dean realized that Castiel was now really his husband rather than merely his lover. Or rather the angelic equivalent thereof.
"So, we're truly mates now, right?" Dean checked, voice soft.
"Bond mates," Castiel replied.
"Bond mates?"
"Yes, Beloved."
The use of that endearment again sent a thrill through Dean, instantly bringing back the last time his angel had used it and what had been happening then. Feeling a tenderness he'd rather die than admit to out loud, he reached up and kissed his bond mate husband. Castiel returned it as softly, his angel's hand sliding up into his hair to cradle his head. He wasn't sure how long they simply kissed for before he began to deepen their connection, suddenly wanting to know just what sex would feel like with their new bond. If it was anything at all like the bonding itself then he wasn't sure how they'd ever get out of bed again as he'd be more than happy to just spend the rest of his life like that.
Dean moaned as the bond seemed to come alive in a way with the increasing intensity of their emotions and when their clothes vanished it wasn't a moment too soon. He shifted slightly so that he was laying completely on top of Castiel before he rolled his hips, bringing their cocks together. His angel moaned into the kiss, Castiel's free arm coming up to clutch at his back before sliding down to encourage his movements, not that he needed any more encouragement. Just the feel of his husband's desire and lust was enough to spur him on, especially with how it was interwoven with both tenderness and love.
"Dean, Beloved," Castiel breathed as he released his angel's lips and began working his way down his husband's chin and throat.
With one hand Dean reached down between then to take hold of both of them while with his other hand, he reached out to grasp a handful of feathers to tug at. The resulting reaction from Castiel was entirely expected, but the wave of pure pleasure and arousal that washed over him wasn't and it took him a moment to get his brain working again, let alone figure out what had caused it. When he did, he couldn't resist tugging at the feathers again, delighted at being able to feel exactly what this did for his angel.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out, bucking wildly beneath him. "More, now, please!"
Much as Dean wanted to continue to tease his husband and drive him to dizzying heights of both arousal and pleasure, he wasn't entirely sure how long he himself would last with the feedback loop of emotions the bond was turning out to be and he wanted to actually be inside his angel when he came. Therefore instead of toying with Castiel's wings any further, he reached for his angel's oil nubs instead and began milking them. His husband cried out at that and let his legs fall open, shamelessly begging with his body to be fucked. He growled, nipping at the soft skin at the base of Castiel's throat, his hips rocking forward harder than before at his husband's reaction.
The sheer intensity of the emotions flying hard and fast between them was mind-boggling but Dean found himself unable to truly try and understand any of it as they spurred him on, driving them ever higher. Castiel was all that he could sense and feel around him so even as he was focused on preparing his lo- husband for him, it took him a little while to realize that something about the sensation was different from before. When he looked up it was to find Castiel glowing faintly with what he instantly recognized as Grace light. The sight was mesmerizing and he found himself unable to tear his eyes away until his husband made a protesting sound.
"Dean," Castiel moaned, shifting a leg up to grant easier access and bringing the other around Dean's waist, pulling him closer.
It was all the encouragement that Dean needed and he pulled his fingers out of his angel, shifting to line himself up with Castiel's loosened and oil slicked entrance. As he slowly thrust forwards, sinking into his husband, the Grace light grew brighter and he could only watch in awe as the gorgeous black wings beneath Castiel seemed to almost dissolve, changing from physical manifestations into something else entirely. Soon he was looking at the Grace and light and power wings that he'd seen on his lover back when Castiel had been stuck in that trap in Teotihuacan. The sight left him breathless and when he began to move again, he was running purely on instinct, the desire for more, now and to be closer to his husband driving him on. One hand was on his angel's hip, guiding his movements so he could thrust as deep as possible, angled just right to hit Castiel's prostate with each and every thrust.
His other hand was reaching out towards his husband, inexorably drawn to the essence of Castiel's true form. Although Dean had seen it before, he'd never been able to touch it while in his meatsuit and he found that he wanted to do nothing more than exactly that just now.
"Cas," Dean whispered reverently.
Then his hand was touching his angel's Grace and it was like touching a live wire. Shock and power and Castiel flooding him and it was all that Dean could do not to come right then and there, though he mewled helplessly at the sensation, hips snapping forwards and driving him even deeper into Castiel.
"Dean!" Castiel keened, reaching up to grab the scar on his shoulder.
It was like there were three separate bonds between them now and Dean was bombarded by far more emotions that he could identify, each as intense as the sun itself. Despite that he found his gaze locked with that of his angel and nothing could have made him glance away just then. To see Castiel even as he was feeling him was unbelievably amazing and he would have said that it couldn't get any better except that then it did. More of his angel seemed to shimmer and glow and then there was more of Castiel's Grace- of his true form- visible and if he couldn't still see his husband behind Jimmy's blue eyes he'd think that Castiel had completely left his vessel but he hadn't, simply slipping out of part of it.
Any thoughts about what his husband was planning vanished as Castiel touched him with his Grace and then Dean could feel him inside of himself, brushing his soul and...
Dean's mind practically short-circuited as he realized that his angel was taking him even as he took Castiel. His hips snapped back and forth, completely unable to decide if he rather thrust back against the feel of the Grace penetrating him from behind or if he'd rather trust forward, burying himself as deep as he possibly could into Castiel's tight and welcoming heat. He mewled, trembling as the pleasure, love, desire, lust, possessiveness and claiming spiraled ever higher all around him, Castiel everywhere. Inside, outside and all around him and throughout it all their eyes were still locked together.
He wasn't sure which of them came first, it was all so tied together, coalescing into a single ball of need, love, desire within him but whichever of them it was, the other was pulled right over the edge with them and the last thing Dean saw was a brief glimpse of a panther and a mouse before it was just Castiel he was seeing and then it was all unimaginable pleasure, light and love.
A.N.: I'm kinda curious to see who will get the first comment given that I'm posting at such a different time from normal :)
And what do people think of the new addition to the warning tags? Like, love? *grin*
Chapter 141
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, Grace!sex
Word Count: 3,247
Summary: The honeymoon.
PAST
When the crystal's power finally started to fade, the physical realm slowly began returning to Castiel's awareness and he was surprised to find both himself and Dean lying in their bed. He frowned slightly in confusion before recalling that Michael had been in the room with them during the commencement of their bonding so his brother must have brought them here prior to leaving. He smiled at how human the sentiment was and he couldn't help but marvel at what a huge influence his bond mate had been on his brother.
The thought reminded Castiel of his previous fear and instinctive jealousy of Michael and Dean's connection and how much he'd wanted to keep his oldest brother from being present at their bonding. Being on the other end of the process now, he could easily see both how groundless and needless those worries had been. Though his brother had been present for the bonding, it clearly hadn't had any adverse effect on the resulting bond, not from what he could feel of it. In fact he'd hardly even been aware of Michael's presence except for when he'd stumbled across the angel-vessel bond the two of them shared. Even now he could only just detect it if he tried looking for it.
Of course Castiel realized that would change drastically when Michael took Dean once more, but the fondness and affection he could feel from his bond mate towards Dean's connection with Michael quelled any remaining doubts that might have lingered from before. There was absolutely no way to fake those emotions on such a completely soul level as what he was seeing now. So while unconventional he knew it to be completely pure and true.
Once he'd started inspecting the bond and what he could pick up from Dean, Castiel found it impossible to stop. Though their Andaluzyian crystal's power had been completely used up by now, the strength of their remaining bond still stunned and amazed him as it was far stronger than he'd ever dared to hope that it would be. It allowed him to feel his bond mate's soul surprisingly well given that it had already started to return to its more normal folded and closed off state. It also took him absolutely no effort to detect that the bonding had exhausted Dean and his hunter was slowly drifting off instead of waking like him. That was okay though as he was more than happy to just bask in the total sense of safety and complete bliss that Dean radiated.
Castiel tuned out most of his surroundings to focus on his bond mate and their new connection. He was endlessly fascinated by the way that Dean, even subconsciously, was manipulating their bond, both clinging to it and wrapping it around his soul in such a way as to maximize its power and exposure to his soul. He really shouldn't be surprised after all of the other things that his bond mate was so effortlessly proficient at, but it still did and he hoped that his hunter would never cease to be able to both surprise and amaze him.
When Dean's grip on their crystal loosened and his bond mate shifted to lie more comfortably against him, Castiel reached out and lifted the crystal away. It had lost it's mostly clear color and taken on an iridescent sparkle illuminated by a light from within that reflected the strength of their new bond. Just touching it was enough to illicit a ghost of the feelings that had been channeled through it, captured within their crystal for all time and for anyone to experience who touched it; a testament to their love for one another. No doubt it would find its home within this very room alongside their kalsika. Well, unless Dean decided that he wanted one of them in the other room to view during the day. For now though he carefully set it aside on the table next to the bed where his bond mate would once have kept the lube and which hotels seemed to love using to store Bibles in.
The stark contrast made Castiel smile, knowing that Dean had probably started doing it for the irony as much as for the convenience of having it so close, especially since his hunter never unpacked anything other than what was strictly necessary in case he'd needed to make a hasty exit for one reason or another.
This particular train of thought about Bibles and religion led Castiel to thinking about his Father. It had been a while since he'd done so for more than just a few seconds. Although things weren't going fantastically, they had scored some pretty big victories and with both Michael and Raphael on their side it had all just seemed less hopeless than the last time they had been here. He did still occasionally wonder if his Father was out there, watching them and, if so, what He thought but he no longer worried over it. At the very least he knew that his Father approved of some of what he'd done or He'd never have resurrected him, but he couldn't even begin to guess at how much his Father was aware of or why He didn't intervene but he no longer agonized over it as he had before. Not only had he learned that they really could make a difference on their own, but his loss of faith had come at far too high a price to ever bear repeating it again.
Just the mere memory had Castiel shuddering and pulling his bond mate closer to him. The love and reassurance that suddenly washed over him caught him by surprise but then he realized that his negative emotions must have been transmitted across the bond to Dean and, even asleep, his bond mate had reacted to it and instinctively sought to soothe him. He sent his gratitude back and tried to keep the horror and regret of how his loss of faith had affected Dean at such a critical period to himself. Though his hunter would never voice it, he knew that had been a contributing factor to Dean's decision to try and surrender himself to Michael which had, of course, only served to increase his own overall downward spiral. Even back then before their relationship had evolved to that of mates, let alone bond mates, they had already been inexorably tied to and dependent on each other.
Castiel forced his attention to more cheerful thoughts but knew that he'd never forget the lessons that he'd learned from that experience. They had been far too hard won and painful to ever, ever risk any of it transpiring again. Instead he focused his attention on the bond itself, slowly exploring every inch of it and enjoying both the power and the feel of it.
The awareness that it gave him of his bond mate's soul was unrivaled and something that he knew that he'd never grow tired of or be any less fascinated by.
/
His dream had been so unbelievably wonderful that Dean clung to it for as long as possible even as he started to wake. It was one of many kalsika inspired dreams, though it seemed far more vivid and real than any of the previous ones that he'd had.
Castiel just seemed to be right there, practically inside of him. No, Dean was so not ready to let that end; to let it fade in the cold light of day as all of the other dreams had before. No matter what he tried, though, he could feel the dream slipping away and he'd just resigned himself to the inevitable when he realized that while sleep had left him, his sense of Castiel had not.
Suddenly Dean was wide awake and he'd already shoved himself upright on one arm before it all came back to him and he could only stare down, wide eyed, at his lover. The sheer shock of the bond's presence was so unlike anything that he could truly have prepared himself for that it kept him silent as he scrambled to wrap his mind around it. Castiel merely returned his gaze as he did so, slowly realizing that he was far more aware of his very soul than he ever had been before while alone in his meatsuit.
It was...
Dean didn't have words for it. He felt oddly full in a way, like he'd always been hungry for something and had never been sated until now and the feeling was so completely unfamiliar to him as to be slightly jarring, but not in a way that he didn't think he could get used to if given the chance. The memory of how lonely he'd felt holding their Andaluzyian crystal alone made him wonder if this was what most people felt normally and which he'd just been missing out on all of those years. It was a slightly disturbing thought and it would mean that Sam, the little bitch, had been right all along in saying that he'd been damaged in some way by the hunter lifestyle, at least emotionally anyway. All of a sudden his little brother's constant nagging made a whole lot more sense to him now if something like this had been what Sam had always wanted him to have. Not that he'd ever tell his brother that, of course.
He felt a little bit like a stranger in his own body or, well, emotionally anyway, but Dean didn't even stop to think of rejecting any of it either even if it had been possible to do so. Despite being almost entirely foreign to him, it all felt so unbelievably fantastic that he couldn't really complain, especially not after how he'd felt this time last year. That thought made him shudder at even the ghost of the sheer agony and misery he'd experienced back then but before he could even think about shoving it all aside, he found himself pulled close and encompassed by his lover.
On more than one level.
The realization startled Dean to stillness for a while, the new awareness taking some time to process. It was different to being a vessel and having Michael so close, different but far stronger. It was something he could definitely get used to even if he was a little surprised that he wasn't feeling in the least bit claustrophobic by both this and the foreign sensation of fullness that he was still experiencing. Normally he wasn't able to handle things like this nearly so well, but now his first response was to just melt into his angel, both physically and- and however his soul did the equivalent of it. Spiritually? That sounded wrong, far too religious for him, but if this wasn't some kind of religious experience then he didn't know what was so, spiritually it was.
Castiel's love and desire to both protect and please him washed over Dean in what was starting to become a familiar way and he greeted it with all of the joy and comfort that realization brought him. One of his lover's hands came up to cup his face and he leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and simply enjoying it and everything else. The fact that he could spend so long simply basking in something so emotional was weird but he didn't feel the usual urge to do or say something stupid or provocative in order to elicit a reaction that would lead to other things. It sometimes amazed him how much and how easily his lover had changed him since they'd gotten together.
His lover.
Given that the bonding they'd just undergone was the closest angelic equivalent to marriage, it was with a start that Dean realized that Castiel was now really his husband rather than merely his lover. Or rather the angelic equivalent thereof.
"So, we're truly mates now, right?" Dean checked, voice soft.
"Bond mates," Castiel replied.
"Bond mates?"
"Yes, Beloved."
The use of that endearment again sent a thrill through Dean, instantly bringing back the last time his angel had used it and what had been happening then. Feeling a tenderness he'd rather die than admit to out loud, he reached up and kissed his bond mate husband. Castiel returned it as softly, his angel's hand sliding up into his hair to cradle his head. He wasn't sure how long they simply kissed for before he began to deepen their connection, suddenly wanting to know just what sex would feel like with their new bond. If it was anything at all like the bonding itself then he wasn't sure how they'd ever get out of bed again as he'd be more than happy to just spend the rest of his life like that.
Dean moaned as the bond seemed to come alive in a way with the increasing intensity of their emotions and when their clothes vanished it wasn't a moment too soon. He shifted slightly so that he was laying completely on top of Castiel before he rolled his hips, bringing their cocks together. His angel moaned into the kiss, Castiel's free arm coming up to clutch at his back before sliding down to encourage his movements, not that he needed any more encouragement. Just the feel of his husband's desire and lust was enough to spur him on, especially with how it was interwoven with both tenderness and love.
"Dean, Beloved," Castiel breathed as he released his angel's lips and began working his way down his husband's chin and throat.
With one hand Dean reached down between then to take hold of both of them while with his other hand, he reached out to grasp a handful of feathers to tug at. The resulting reaction from Castiel was entirely expected, but the wave of pure pleasure and arousal that washed over him wasn't and it took him a moment to get his brain working again, let alone figure out what had caused it. When he did, he couldn't resist tugging at the feathers again, delighted at being able to feel exactly what this did for his angel.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out, bucking wildly beneath him. "More, now, please!"
Much as Dean wanted to continue to tease his husband and drive him to dizzying heights of both arousal and pleasure, he wasn't entirely sure how long he himself would last with the feedback loop of emotions the bond was turning out to be and he wanted to actually be inside his angel when he came. Therefore instead of toying with Castiel's wings any further, he reached for his angel's oil nubs instead and began milking them. His husband cried out at that and let his legs fall open, shamelessly begging with his body to be fucked. He growled, nipping at the soft skin at the base of Castiel's throat, his hips rocking forward harder than before at his husband's reaction.
The sheer intensity of the emotions flying hard and fast between them was mind-boggling but Dean found himself unable to truly try and understand any of it as they spurred him on, driving them ever higher. Castiel was all that he could sense and feel around him so even as he was focused on preparing his lo- husband for him, it took him a little while to realize that something about the sensation was different from before. When he looked up it was to find Castiel glowing faintly with what he instantly recognized as Grace light. The sight was mesmerizing and he found himself unable to tear his eyes away until his husband made a protesting sound.
"Dean," Castiel moaned, shifting a leg up to grant easier access and bringing the other around Dean's waist, pulling him closer.
It was all the encouragement that Dean needed and he pulled his fingers out of his angel, shifting to line himself up with Castiel's loosened and oil slicked entrance. As he slowly thrust forwards, sinking into his husband, the Grace light grew brighter and he could only watch in awe as the gorgeous black wings beneath Castiel seemed to almost dissolve, changing from physical manifestations into something else entirely. Soon he was looking at the Grace and light and power wings that he'd seen on his lover back when Castiel had been stuck in that trap in Teotihuacan. The sight left him breathless and when he began to move again, he was running purely on instinct, the desire for more, now and to be closer to his husband driving him on. One hand was on his angel's hip, guiding his movements so he could thrust as deep as possible, angled just right to hit Castiel's prostate with each and every thrust.
His other hand was reaching out towards his husband, inexorably drawn to the essence of Castiel's true form. Although Dean had seen it before, he'd never been able to touch it while in his meatsuit and he found that he wanted to do nothing more than exactly that just now.
"Cas," Dean whispered reverently.
Then his hand was touching his angel's Grace and it was like touching a live wire. Shock and power and Castiel flooding him and it was all that Dean could do not to come right then and there, though he mewled helplessly at the sensation, hips snapping forwards and driving him even deeper into Castiel.
"Dean!" Castiel keened, reaching up to grab the scar on his shoulder.
It was like there were three separate bonds between them now and Dean was bombarded by far more emotions that he could identify, each as intense as the sun itself. Despite that he found his gaze locked with that of his angel and nothing could have made him glance away just then. To see Castiel even as he was feeling him was unbelievably amazing and he would have said that it couldn't get any better except that then it did. More of his angel seemed to shimmer and glow and then there was more of Castiel's Grace- of his true form- visible and if he couldn't still see his husband behind Jimmy's blue eyes he'd think that Castiel had completely left his vessel but he hadn't, simply slipping out of part of it.
Any thoughts about what his husband was planning vanished as Castiel touched him with his Grace and then Dean could feel him inside of himself, brushing his soul and...
Dean's mind practically short-circuited as he realized that his angel was taking him even as he took Castiel. His hips snapped back and forth, completely unable to decide if he rather thrust back against the feel of the Grace penetrating him from behind or if he'd rather trust forward, burying himself as deep as he possibly could into Castiel's tight and welcoming heat. He mewled, trembling as the pleasure, love, desire, lust, possessiveness and claiming spiraled ever higher all around him, Castiel everywhere. Inside, outside and all around him and throughout it all their eyes were still locked together.
He wasn't sure which of them came first, it was all so tied together, coalescing into a single ball of need, love, desire within him but whichever of them it was, the other was pulled right over the edge with them and the last thing Dean saw was a brief glimpse of a panther and a mouse before it was just Castiel he was seeing and then it was all unimaginable pleasure, light and love.
A.N.: I'm kinda curious to see who will get the first comment given that I'm posting at such a different time from normal :)
And what do people think of the new addition to the warning tags? Like, love? *grin*
Chapter 141