Gossamer Empyrean, Part 4
Title: Gossamer Empyrean
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 5, with mentions of info from "Clap Your Hands if You Believe."
Warnings: slash, AU, dom!Castiel, sub!Dean, mild het, bare backing, Grace!sex, oral, orgasm denial, bondage (tie!sex)
Word Count: 33,421
Note: This fic was written for the deancasbigbang 2013. It is the sequel to Into Temptation and the second in the Trinity Trilogy, but stands entirely on its own and can therefore be read without reading Into Temptation first or reading the planned sequel afterwards.
Summary: A hunt dealing with missing persons quickly leads to an elaborate plan in a desperate attempt to prevent what is happening and possibly save one of the kidnapped children. The only problem? Dean isn't at all enamored with the role that he has to play. He'd rather be doing something other than playing Castiel's sex slave and looking pretty.
Beta: aerilex
Artist: stefy-coool - Art Masterlist
Throughout the talks the following morning, Castiel found it difficult to focus and pay attention to Oberon. He had taken his hunter again before rising and getting up, unable to resist now that he knew Dean to be both willing and submissive, and it had definitely been a good decision. Not only had it elevated both of their moods, but it turned out that a sated Dean was an even more pliant one and his hunter (dressed in leather once more) had followed him silently to the audience chamber before gracefully sinking to his knees at Castiel's feet. What had turned out to be distracting was the way his hunter had draped himself over his leg and was all but purring now that he ran a hand absently through his hair.
"His progress these past two days has been absolutely remarkable," Oberon commented, dropping their political arguments for the moment.
"He is a natural submissive," Castiel replied truthfully. "He just didn't know it."
"You are very lucky to have found such a beautiful and obedient slave."
"I know."
It was a testament to how much things had changed over the past two days that Dean didn't react adversely, even subtly, to Oberon's comments and that was a fact not lost on Castiel. He let his Grace sweep down his hunter's back in appreciation so that his visible touches didn't exceed what the faerie king would expect from him towards a slave at this point. That his actions were appreciated he could tell by the subtle way that Dean's fingers tightened where they rested against his ankle.
"Given how recently you have acquired him, then surely you must understand the desire not only of myself but of my brethren to seek out and possess a similar slave," Oberon said, bringing the conversation back to their negotiations. "Certainly you cannot have forgotten the delight of finding and conquering him so quickly."
"You are hardly without slaves," Castiel replied evenly, glancing pointedly as the two humans seated at the king's feet.
Only the girl was the same as before, her attire slightly more revealing that it had been, no doubt for easy access during their recess when Oberon had been tortured by the sight of Dean all morning. The thought of the faerie king being aroused by his hunter made an instinctive part of Castiel bristle even as another part of him wanted to preen at how attractive and desirable his submissive was, drawing the jealousy and attention of other doms. The boy, on the other hand, was new and exotic in how dark his hair and eyes were in comparison to his smooth, milky skin. The contrast was striking and enhanced all the more by the darkness of what little clothing the slave was permitted to wear.
"Pff," Oberon waved a hand dismissively, causing the girl to flinch subtly. "Tolerable substitutes, but hardly comparable to the beauty of your slave."
And they had finally reached the end of Dean's post coital extended comfort zone. Not that Oberon would be able to tell as his hunter hadn't flinched or stiffened noticeably, but Castiel could tell nonetheless from the aura radiating from his hunter and he allowed his hand to trail forwards, running the backs of his finger's across one cheek before letting his hand come to rest on Dean's shoulder, fingers resting on the mark that he had inadvertently burned into his charge's body and soul.
The deliberate move was not missed by the faerie king.
"I didn't just find him randomly in some human town in the middle of nowhere," Castiel said offhand.
The idea struck Castiel so unexpectedly that he could suddenly start to understand what humans meant when they said that something took their breath away. He didn't need to breathe, obviously, but he was sure that the action would have been interrupted by the stunning realization if he did. It was completely crazy, unconventional and would almost certainly end in copious amounts of bloodshed, but not of the human or angelic variety so that was okay. Besides, crazy and unconventional had always seemed to work really well for Dean, so perhaps it was time that he... what was the human expression, oh, right; took a page out of his hunter's book.
"Then how did you find him?" Oberon inquired, leaning forwards.
If only the fae king knew how this would end, then Castiel was sure that Oberon would not be so eager. Not that the faeries would realize the folly of this idea right away. Oh no, fae arrogance was almost as great as that of his brothers and sisters, but just like them, Oberon would never recognize it in himself or see it for the weakness that it truly was. And therein lay the beauty of his stupid, crazy idea. The faerie king would see it as inspired, or at least Oberon would once he'd explained the logic behind it.
"Perdition," Castiel replied simply, before realizing that he wasn't sure what word the fae used to call his fallen brother's kingdom. "Hell."
"Hell?" Oberon repeated, rearing back in shock and therefore missing the visible way in which Dean startled against him.
Castiel tightened his grip on his hunter's shoulder in warning and luckily Dean relaxed against him once more though he could feel his charge's curiosity and confusion as to where he was going with this. Was it a good or bad sign that even his human couldn't figure it out yet? "Yes."
"Impossible! Only those souls that are considered irredeemably damned by your god are sent there. Your slave's soul is purer than any I have ever seen before and shines as bright as the sun."
Quite predictably that served to unsettle Dean nearly as much as the mention of Perdition had and Castiel suppressed a sigh. He would see his sub come to realize his own worth, but that was not for now. "There is another way for humans to go to Hell and it is the way that Dean did. A way that results in the most worthy of souls damning themselves there."
"How?"
"By sacrificing themselves for another. By making a deal and selling their soul to do so."
Understanding dawned for both Dean and Oberon at the same time, though Castiel could tell that his hunter had figured out what he was planning while the faerie king, obviously, had not, still taking him at his word as just another representative of his Father's here on Heaven's behalf. Oberon was staring at his human with a stunned look and he decided to sweeten the deal even further.
"Just think, Oberon," Castiel said softly. "What kind of human makes that kind of sacrifice for another?"
The bejeweled hand resting on the ornately carved arm of the faerie throne clenched around the living wood tightly as Oberon looked back at Castiel with a nearly wild look in his eyes. "The pure."
"Yes. And which humans are most likely to feel protective enough of others to even think about doing so? Which have been raised most to always think that they are the responsible ones who should watch out for the others?"
"The firstborns," Oberon breathed, eyes wide and wings fluttering so fast as to be only a blur of movement behind him.
"Hush," Castiel whispered down to his sub as he sensed the unease rising exponentially within Dean.
Though his human hadn't flinched or made any large movements, it was now clear that Dean's earlier satiation and relaxation were long gone. Castiel hated to be the one responsible for this, but he was absolutely certain that his idea would work now and that would not only mean that Oberon would agree to closing the portal and not opening another one elsewhere, but it also meant that they stood a very real chance of saving Sandy Kendal. Much as he hated it, he knew that his human would instantly agree to all of his current discomfort if Dean only knew that this would guarantee all of that.
"He did this," Oberon stated, eyes once more firmly back on Dean.
"Yes," Castiel confirmed, realizing that his hunter's current reactions would actually work in their favor. "He made the deal for his little brother."
The fae king was all but salivating at the thought of there being more Deans out there in Perdition, just waiting for Oberon's men to go out and find them. Castiel had to fight back the instinctive possessive response that rose within him at the sight, but he managed it, knowing that this was but a temporary situation that was necessary to get them what they wanted. He also forced himself to think of all the other humans that they would save from faerie slavery as a result, not to mention that there was also a (admittedly extremely remote and slim) chance that this could result in some souls undeserving of being in Perdition of getting out. Not that he expected the faeries to do particularly well against the demons, especially not once his brother's creations realized what was going on, but perhaps they would get to a few salvageable souls before a full scale war broke out between the demons and the fae.
"And there are others like him in Hell?" Oberon demanded.
"I like to think of Dean as unique, but there are enough humans who sacrifice themselves to satisfy the appetites of your court," Castiel replied, which strictly speaking was true.
"I assume then that it is possible to open a portal to Hell?"
"Of course, so long as one knows how to connect to it." The implication that Oberon would have to negotiate for that knowledge was left unsaid, but Castiel felt, still perfectly clear. "Just as you should have no problems recreating the soul's body with your magic once you know how to read it."
"Which you can teach us."
"Of course."
The disbelief radiating from Dean made Castiel's smile take on a slightly less brittle edge than he'd intended for it to have. He couldn't let his sense of victory show after all or the faerie king would begin to dig for more details or suspect the trap that he was leading Oberon right into. With the right wording in the treaty, though, it would be far too late for the fae to do anything to exact any kind of revenge by the time they realized what he had done. Not to mention the fact that they would be far too busy engaged in a full-scale war with Hell, and Lucifer was not an opponent to be underestimated or taken lightly.
Not at all.
"Dean, Cas!" Sam exclaimed, rushing forwards as soon as the portal closed forever behind them, eyes widening in shock as he caught sight of the unconscious form Castiel carried. "You managed to save Sandy."
"Heya, Sammy, did you miss us?" Dean asked, keeping hold of Castiel for longer than strictly necessary to prevent himself from embarrassing himself before his brother.
"Are you kidding, I was worried out of my mind!"
"Huh?"
"You did know that time moved slower in Avalon than it does over here," Castiel said with a frown, allowing his hand to rest possessively at the small of his sub's back.
"Yes but it's been two and a half weeks!" Sam protested.
"What?" Dean's widened in shock. "Two and a half weeks?"
"Yes!"
"I thought that you said that you could keep the time difference from getting too bad," Dean said, turning to look at him.
"And I did," Castiel replied calmly. "Without my guidance several months would have passed."
The two brothers goggled at him before Sam finally found his voice. "Several months?"
"Yes. Depending on the time dilation between the two realms, even a single night's stay in Avalon can result in a human returning years after they left."
"Jesus," Dean breathed. "Can you imagine?"
"I don't want to," Sam responded. "Just waiting for the two of you was horrible enough, I can't imagine spending years wondering what happened to someone only for them to return looking like they haven't aged a day."
"And that is with your knowledge of the supernatural," Castiel pointed out. "Most people would not even have that knowledge to help them cope."
"Or to drive them nuts in the intervening years," Dean added, still showing no immediate signs of stepping away from him.
Castiel couldn't help but wonder if this was a permanent alteration or whether his hunter simply hadn't realized how much his behavior had changed. Although he would love it if this was a permanent change, he doubted that was the case as he knew that Dean would still care what others thought of their behavior, at least at first while his human fully adjusted to being a submissive with an angelic dominant, even one as tolerant as he was. Therefore he was under no illusions that his hunter's lack of distance now was entirely down to the fact that Sam was far too distracted to have noticed and made a comment on it yet.
"Speaking of which, what's wrong with Sandy?" Sam asked, frowning at her still unconscious form.
"Apparently the fae decided to drug her once we arrived and Cas asked for her freedom as part of the negotiations," Dean explained, face darkening.
"It is probably the reason why she didn't consume anything," Castiel pointed out. "Even for her it would have been a few days since her abduction and she would have been getting quite hungry, not to mention how thirsty she'd have been."
"Not like they couldn't have given her the same food they gave you for me."
"That is not how the fae think."
Dean snorted. "No, crazy idiots that they are."
"Idiots?" Sam inquired, bemused.
"Yeah, you'll never believe it, Sammy-"
"It's Sam!"
"- but Cas here got them to think that going to Hell was a good idea."
"What?"
"He told them that's where he found me and then he convinced Oberon that there would be others like me there and they fell for it! Even promised to never come back here if Cas told them how to get to Hell and recreate the meat suits of any soul they chose to drag from Hell."
"Really? And that was good enough?"
"Oberon was quite taken with Dean," Castiel stated, nearly laughing at how quickly his hunter's face went from exuberant to frustrated as Dean realized that there was no way he could get himself out of that one. "To the point where he was willing to agree to much in the belief that this was a means for him to obtain a similar slave."
Sam was laughing now. "Dean as the perfect slave?"
"Shut up, bitch!" Dean scowled, finally stepping away from Castiel as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Make me, jerk. But God, I wish I'd been there to see it!"
"Bite me."
"Nah, I think that's Cas' prerogative as your 'master.'"
Luckily Sam was far too busy laughing to notice the almost electric way his comment hit Dean, but Castiel most definitely wasn't. He raised an eyebrow at his hunter and received another scowl in return now that his sub's human sexual notions were starting to settle around him once more. This would definitely not do, but this was neither the time nor the place for that, but he filed it away for later when they were alone in a motel room. A far nicer motel room than the ones that Sam and Dean normally chose as his sub deserved only the best.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Sammy," Dean bit out, hand reaching up to touch his neck where he'd needed to apply concealer to hide the hickie Castiel had left. "But we still need to figure out what to do with Sandy."
That seemed to sober Sam, though by now the younger Winchester brother had tears running down his face and Castiel frowned in concern. "What did they use to drug her?" Sam asked.
"It is a herbal sedative the faeries have available to them," Castiel replied.
"So it's not something that would cause panic or confusion at the hospital?"
"It should not be too alarming though I doubt that your doctors would have seen it before."
"You want to leave her somewhere to be found?" Dean questioned.
Sam shrugged. "It's probably for the best. What are we going to do otherwise?"
"They'll think she's insane when she tells them what happened to her."
"And you think you'll be able to convince her to keep quiet? She's underage, Dean, and you're a complete stranger."
"I could erase her memory of her time in Avalon," Castiel offered.
His hunter winced at the suggestion before sharing a long look with Sam. "I hate to say it but that might be for the best," Dean finally relented.
"You disapprove?"
"You're messing with her mind, Cas, of course I disapprove. But not only would it make her life easier going forwards, but I also highly doubt that she'd want to remember what happened, not given what the fae wanted with her in the first place."
Sam sucked in a sharp breath. "They didn't... eh, rape her, did they?"
The gut of Castiel's vessel clenched at the mere thought but he quickly scanned the girl's unconscious form. "No."
"Thank God for that."
"My Father had nothing to do with it."
"It's an expression, Cas," Dean explained, shaking his head at his brother. "Okay, just do it and we'll leave her near a hospital and call it in. And give me your coat, Sam."
While the younger Winchester complied, Castiel placed a hand over Sandy Kendal's forehead and carefully erased all of her memories of the fae and her abduction. He didn't think that the human doctors would be very happy with the fact that she couldn't remember anything of what had happened to her, especially given how long she had been gone from the human perspective, but he wasn't sure what new memories he could give her that would fit given the situation but which also wouldn't be too traumatic. He was starting to see why his hunter didn't like this option, but given the sheer terror and horror that he could feel from her regarding her experiences, he thought it preferable to doing nothing.
"Uh, I almost hate to ask, but what's going to happen to the fae now?" Sam questioned.
"What do you think, Sammy?" Dean retorted with some measure of glee in his voice and Castiel could sense that his human felt that there was a lot of justice in sending those who abducted humans for sexual slavery straight into Hell.
"Yes, but what about the people they manage to pull from Hell?"
"What about them?"
"They'll be sex slaves!"
The rapidly rising distress that Castiel could detect in his charge made him step closer to Dean so that he could once more place his hand on the small of his hunter's back. "No matter how terrible that fate may be, it is infinitely better than what those souls would be experiencing in Hell. So if the fae do manage to wrest a few away from the demons, it will be for the best."
"And besides, a demon-fae war means less of those black eyed sons of bitches free to come up here to help Lucifer!" Dean stated triumphantly. "Cas' idea rocks."
It took longer than Castiel would have liked, what with them needing to ensure that Sandy Kendal was safely found and taken care of and the need to calm Sam's still somewhat frayed nerves not to mention listening to the younger Winchester's tale of how he'd traced Damian Mitchell's disappearance to a young uncle jealous of his older siblings' success and happiness in comparison to his own abject failure and ruins of a life that had led the man to first summoning and then trading his nephew for promises of easy success and prosperity. That had riled his hunter up and resulted in an extended, furious tirade about families and betrayal and he knew that they would be visiting the man before they left town to met out some of Dean's unique brand of justice.
Luckily his charge's anger had provided him with the perfect excuse to whisk Dean away from his brother as some of the words uttered in anger had struck far too close to home for Sam's comfort to the point where it had been almost a relief for the younger Winchester brother when he suggested taking Dean somewhere to allow him to cool down.
"Just don't let him drink himself to unconsciousness," Sam had said, looking worried at the very idea.
It had been an easy promise to make and Castiel had already taken hold of his charge before Dean could protest, flying them to a vacant suite in an opulent five star hotel he'd visited before in his quest for his Father.
"Dude, my insides!" Dean protested upon arrival.
Castiel smiled. "Now that you've fully accepted me and my dominance over you, your body bends fully to my Grace and I can compensate for all of your bodily functions. You will not suffer from constipation anymore."
"Cas!"
"What?"
"What do you mean, what? Do you even know how much was wrong with that sentence? I can't even think about where to begin!"
Castiel thought about it for a moment before he shrugged and stepped closer. "Then don't," he said, slipping one hand along his sub's neck while the other came to rest possessively on one of Dean's hips as he leaned forward to kiss his human.
Dean moaned into it and the vast majority of his hunter's tension just melted away. The vast majority, but not all of it and that just wouldn't do. Castiel stepped closer, herding his hunter back against a wall before he pulled back to allow Dean to breathe.
"Don't think that I don't know what you're doing," Dean stated, though he tilted his head obligingly when Castiel nipped his way along his charge's jaw.
"Oh, and what is that?" Castiel asked, biting softly on an earlobe, earning himself a moan that shuddered its way through his sub's body.
"You're using sex to distract me."
"Are you objecting?"
"Hell no."
"Then shut up and let me seduce you."
With that Castiel claimed his hunter's lips once more before Dean could protest the word seduction as he knew that his human would. Pressing close, he could already feel that his sub was hard and leaking and he rolled his hips reflexively, earning himself another moan which he swallowed down eagerly. Still, he didn't like the tension that he still felt from his charge, the sign that their return to their own realm was making it harder for Dean to just let go and give into his own true nature. As he'd thought before, being in Avalon where he had been required to pretend to be a sex slave had made it easier for Dean to let go of his very human hang-ups about being a true submissive and just letting himself go with his dom around.
That simply wouldn't do, not since Castiel now knew intimately just how much Dean enjoyed giving up all control to him. With a thought they were on the large, luxurious bed, making his hunter startle and yelp against him.
"Relax, I've got you," Castiel whispered, vanishing his human's clothes so that he could sweep his hands over Dean's body.
Because Castiel knew that the submission still didn't come as easily as it should yet for Dean, he swept his hands up, running them along his human's arms and raising them above his charge's head. Dean's breath hitched when he released his hunter's lips from a quick kiss and wide green eyes watched his every move as he pulled his tie loose and off with the hand not pinning Dean's wrists to the mattress just beneath the headboard.
"Cas?" Dean inquired, voice soft before his human swallowed thickly, already knowing the answer to his own question.
"Trust me," Castiel whispered, claiming another quick kiss.
Then Castiel reached up and used his tie to bind his mate's hands together and to the headboard, leaving just enough slack so that he could turn his human over should he wish to do so later. Almost as soon as the last knot was tied, the remaining tension all but bled out of Dean's muscles and his hunter melted against the mattress. Yes, that was it, exactly what he wanted. Dean was such a natural submissive, his whole body and soul all but craving it that as soon as Castiel took care of those pesky human values and ideas about sexuality and masculinity, removing them from the equation entirely, his charge's entire being just let go.
"Cas," Dean moaned, voice thick with lust and need.
It tested even Castiel's fine control and he removed his own clothing, knowing that this time he wouldn't last long. But then that wasn't the point, not now. No, he could teach Dean another lesson in what it meant to have to hold out until his dom had come later (and he already looked forward to it), but now was all about making his sub more comfortable with his true nature and to teach him the sheer, exquisite pleasure that came with submitting to an angelic dom like himself. He would see his hunter freed from the shackles of human notions of what was right and wrong when it came to sex so that all that Dean thought of was what he truly desired and allowed himself to just let go and accept it.
Which didn't mean that Castiel wasn't going to drive his sub wild, far from it. It only meant that he wouldn't push Dean quite as far as he had before with the blowjob. The memory of that made him moan and he rolled his hips, thrusting his weeping cock against his hunter's, making Dean gasp and writhe beneath him.
"God, Cas!" Dean cried out. "Please!"
"Please, what, Dean?" Castiel asked, moving against him and placing teasing bites along his hunter's chest, paying special attention to Dean's nipples.
"Anything, everything! Just, please."
Castiel chuckled, such a natural sub his human. It was almost angelic and that drove him wild, increasing his sheer need for Dean. He couldn't even believe that he'd thought that he could resist this before. They'd only been together such a short while, only a few days really, and already he thought of his sub as irrevocably his.
"Anything, Dean? Whatever I want?"
"Yes! Cas, please."
"You're mine, Dean, all mine."
"God, yes."
Not wanting to wait any longer, Castiel used his Grace to prepare his hunter for him, making Dean shout and arch up against him. Pulling one of his sub's legs up, he angled himself so that he could thrust inside in one swift stroke, striking Dean's prostate in the process. The way that his human writhed against him, completely unable to do anything but lie there and take whatever he chose to give him, pushed Castiel closer to the edge faster than he would have liked, but he couldn't slow down or stop. Not with the way that Dean's very soul strained to be closer to him even as his body was utterly pliant beneath him. He covered as much of his hunter as he could, driving into him over and over even as he took Dean's lips in a dominating kiss, sweeping his tongue into his sub's willing mouth.
The one thing that Castiel didn't do was to reach down and touch Dean, but that didn't prevent his sub from coming against him with a cry and the fact that taking his hunter like this was enough to make him come triggered Castiel's own orgasm. He savored it, staying within his human for as long as he dared, not wanting to hurt Dean, though his hunter was completely lax and pliant against him, drifting on the edge of awareness in a haze of bliss and complete and utter relaxation. It was amazing just what utterly letting go could do for Dean, but he was determined to see it again soon and often after that. Carefully he reached up and released his charge's wrists, smiling when all that his sub did with his freedom was to shift to settle more snuggly against him.
Satisfied that his sub was both warm and safe, Castiel settled down himself in preparation to follow Dean into the intricate and ever fascinating realm of human dreams. It was just after he'd wrapped his wings around his hunter that he felt it, the expectation of feeling another set of wings settling over his own and himself. It was there like a ghostly touch, ripe with all of the anticipation of all that such a gesture would mean, but he shrugged and cast it off, instead sliding his Grace into his human's subconscious, sending a teasing touch along his soul as he went.
Dean moaned, pressing- no snuggling- even closer and Castiel chuckled, deciding it would soon be time to introduce his beautiful submissive to having his soul taken along with his body. He was sure that Dean would love it as much as he did the physical claiming.
A.N.: I'd like to say a big thank you to my wonderful beta and artist, as this really wouldn't be what it is without the both of you! I hope everyone liked it, whether you read Into Temptation or not. Third fic in the trilogy will be out at some point next year, just need to find a Bang for it first!
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 5, with mentions of info from "Clap Your Hands if You Believe."
Warnings: slash, AU, dom!Castiel, sub!Dean, mild het, bare backing, Grace!sex, oral, orgasm denial, bondage (tie!sex)
Word Count: 33,421
Note: This fic was written for the deancasbigbang 2013. It is the sequel to Into Temptation and the second in the Trinity Trilogy, but stands entirely on its own and can therefore be read without reading Into Temptation first or reading the planned sequel afterwards.
Summary: A hunt dealing with missing persons quickly leads to an elaborate plan in a desperate attempt to prevent what is happening and possibly save one of the kidnapped children. The only problem? Dean isn't at all enamored with the role that he has to play. He'd rather be doing something other than playing Castiel's sex slave and looking pretty.
Beta: aerilex
Artist: stefy-coool - Art Masterlist
Throughout the talks the following morning, Castiel found it difficult to focus and pay attention to Oberon. He had taken his hunter again before rising and getting up, unable to resist now that he knew Dean to be both willing and submissive, and it had definitely been a good decision. Not only had it elevated both of their moods, but it turned out that a sated Dean was an even more pliant one and his hunter (dressed in leather once more) had followed him silently to the audience chamber before gracefully sinking to his knees at Castiel's feet. What had turned out to be distracting was the way his hunter had draped himself over his leg and was all but purring now that he ran a hand absently through his hair.
"His progress these past two days has been absolutely remarkable," Oberon commented, dropping their political arguments for the moment.
"He is a natural submissive," Castiel replied truthfully. "He just didn't know it."
"You are very lucky to have found such a beautiful and obedient slave."
"I know."
It was a testament to how much things had changed over the past two days that Dean didn't react adversely, even subtly, to Oberon's comments and that was a fact not lost on Castiel. He let his Grace sweep down his hunter's back in appreciation so that his visible touches didn't exceed what the faerie king would expect from him towards a slave at this point. That his actions were appreciated he could tell by the subtle way that Dean's fingers tightened where they rested against his ankle.
"Given how recently you have acquired him, then surely you must understand the desire not only of myself but of my brethren to seek out and possess a similar slave," Oberon said, bringing the conversation back to their negotiations. "Certainly you cannot have forgotten the delight of finding and conquering him so quickly."
"You are hardly without slaves," Castiel replied evenly, glancing pointedly as the two humans seated at the king's feet.
Only the girl was the same as before, her attire slightly more revealing that it had been, no doubt for easy access during their recess when Oberon had been tortured by the sight of Dean all morning. The thought of the faerie king being aroused by his hunter made an instinctive part of Castiel bristle even as another part of him wanted to preen at how attractive and desirable his submissive was, drawing the jealousy and attention of other doms. The boy, on the other hand, was new and exotic in how dark his hair and eyes were in comparison to his smooth, milky skin. The contrast was striking and enhanced all the more by the darkness of what little clothing the slave was permitted to wear.
"Pff," Oberon waved a hand dismissively, causing the girl to flinch subtly. "Tolerable substitutes, but hardly comparable to the beauty of your slave."
And they had finally reached the end of Dean's post coital extended comfort zone. Not that Oberon would be able to tell as his hunter hadn't flinched or stiffened noticeably, but Castiel could tell nonetheless from the aura radiating from his hunter and he allowed his hand to trail forwards, running the backs of his finger's across one cheek before letting his hand come to rest on Dean's shoulder, fingers resting on the mark that he had inadvertently burned into his charge's body and soul.
The deliberate move was not missed by the faerie king.
"I didn't just find him randomly in some human town in the middle of nowhere," Castiel said offhand.
The idea struck Castiel so unexpectedly that he could suddenly start to understand what humans meant when they said that something took their breath away. He didn't need to breathe, obviously, but he was sure that the action would have been interrupted by the stunning realization if he did. It was completely crazy, unconventional and would almost certainly end in copious amounts of bloodshed, but not of the human or angelic variety so that was okay. Besides, crazy and unconventional had always seemed to work really well for Dean, so perhaps it was time that he... what was the human expression, oh, right; took a page out of his hunter's book.
"Then how did you find him?" Oberon inquired, leaning forwards.
If only the fae king knew how this would end, then Castiel was sure that Oberon would not be so eager. Not that the faeries would realize the folly of this idea right away. Oh no, fae arrogance was almost as great as that of his brothers and sisters, but just like them, Oberon would never recognize it in himself or see it for the weakness that it truly was. And therein lay the beauty of his stupid, crazy idea. The faerie king would see it as inspired, or at least Oberon would once he'd explained the logic behind it.
"Perdition," Castiel replied simply, before realizing that he wasn't sure what word the fae used to call his fallen brother's kingdom. "Hell."
"Hell?" Oberon repeated, rearing back in shock and therefore missing the visible way in which Dean startled against him.
Castiel tightened his grip on his hunter's shoulder in warning and luckily Dean relaxed against him once more though he could feel his charge's curiosity and confusion as to where he was going with this. Was it a good or bad sign that even his human couldn't figure it out yet? "Yes."
"Impossible! Only those souls that are considered irredeemably damned by your god are sent there. Your slave's soul is purer than any I have ever seen before and shines as bright as the sun."
Quite predictably that served to unsettle Dean nearly as much as the mention of Perdition had and Castiel suppressed a sigh. He would see his sub come to realize his own worth, but that was not for now. "There is another way for humans to go to Hell and it is the way that Dean did. A way that results in the most worthy of souls damning themselves there."
"How?"
"By sacrificing themselves for another. By making a deal and selling their soul to do so."
Understanding dawned for both Dean and Oberon at the same time, though Castiel could tell that his hunter had figured out what he was planning while the faerie king, obviously, had not, still taking him at his word as just another representative of his Father's here on Heaven's behalf. Oberon was staring at his human with a stunned look and he decided to sweeten the deal even further.
"Just think, Oberon," Castiel said softly. "What kind of human makes that kind of sacrifice for another?"
The bejeweled hand resting on the ornately carved arm of the faerie throne clenched around the living wood tightly as Oberon looked back at Castiel with a nearly wild look in his eyes. "The pure."
"Yes. And which humans are most likely to feel protective enough of others to even think about doing so? Which have been raised most to always think that they are the responsible ones who should watch out for the others?"
"The firstborns," Oberon breathed, eyes wide and wings fluttering so fast as to be only a blur of movement behind him.
"Hush," Castiel whispered down to his sub as he sensed the unease rising exponentially within Dean.
Though his human hadn't flinched or made any large movements, it was now clear that Dean's earlier satiation and relaxation were long gone. Castiel hated to be the one responsible for this, but he was absolutely certain that his idea would work now and that would not only mean that Oberon would agree to closing the portal and not opening another one elsewhere, but it also meant that they stood a very real chance of saving Sandy Kendal. Much as he hated it, he knew that his human would instantly agree to all of his current discomfort if Dean only knew that this would guarantee all of that.
"He did this," Oberon stated, eyes once more firmly back on Dean.
"Yes," Castiel confirmed, realizing that his hunter's current reactions would actually work in their favor. "He made the deal for his little brother."
The fae king was all but salivating at the thought of there being more Deans out there in Perdition, just waiting for Oberon's men to go out and find them. Castiel had to fight back the instinctive possessive response that rose within him at the sight, but he managed it, knowing that this was but a temporary situation that was necessary to get them what they wanted. He also forced himself to think of all the other humans that they would save from faerie slavery as a result, not to mention that there was also a (admittedly extremely remote and slim) chance that this could result in some souls undeserving of being in Perdition of getting out. Not that he expected the faeries to do particularly well against the demons, especially not once his brother's creations realized what was going on, but perhaps they would get to a few salvageable souls before a full scale war broke out between the demons and the fae.
"And there are others like him in Hell?" Oberon demanded.
"I like to think of Dean as unique, but there are enough humans who sacrifice themselves to satisfy the appetites of your court," Castiel replied, which strictly speaking was true.
"I assume then that it is possible to open a portal to Hell?"
"Of course, so long as one knows how to connect to it." The implication that Oberon would have to negotiate for that knowledge was left unsaid, but Castiel felt, still perfectly clear. "Just as you should have no problems recreating the soul's body with your magic once you know how to read it."
"Which you can teach us."
"Of course."
The disbelief radiating from Dean made Castiel's smile take on a slightly less brittle edge than he'd intended for it to have. He couldn't let his sense of victory show after all or the faerie king would begin to dig for more details or suspect the trap that he was leading Oberon right into. With the right wording in the treaty, though, it would be far too late for the fae to do anything to exact any kind of revenge by the time they realized what he had done. Not to mention the fact that they would be far too busy engaged in a full-scale war with Hell, and Lucifer was not an opponent to be underestimated or taken lightly.
Not at all.
"Dean, Cas!" Sam exclaimed, rushing forwards as soon as the portal closed forever behind them, eyes widening in shock as he caught sight of the unconscious form Castiel carried. "You managed to save Sandy."
"Heya, Sammy, did you miss us?" Dean asked, keeping hold of Castiel for longer than strictly necessary to prevent himself from embarrassing himself before his brother.
"Are you kidding, I was worried out of my mind!"
"Huh?"
"You did know that time moved slower in Avalon than it does over here," Castiel said with a frown, allowing his hand to rest possessively at the small of his sub's back.
"Yes but it's been two and a half weeks!" Sam protested.
"What?" Dean's widened in shock. "Two and a half weeks?"
"Yes!"
"I thought that you said that you could keep the time difference from getting too bad," Dean said, turning to look at him.
"And I did," Castiel replied calmly. "Without my guidance several months would have passed."
The two brothers goggled at him before Sam finally found his voice. "Several months?"
"Yes. Depending on the time dilation between the two realms, even a single night's stay in Avalon can result in a human returning years after they left."
"Jesus," Dean breathed. "Can you imagine?"
"I don't want to," Sam responded. "Just waiting for the two of you was horrible enough, I can't imagine spending years wondering what happened to someone only for them to return looking like they haven't aged a day."
"And that is with your knowledge of the supernatural," Castiel pointed out. "Most people would not even have that knowledge to help them cope."
"Or to drive them nuts in the intervening years," Dean added, still showing no immediate signs of stepping away from him.
Castiel couldn't help but wonder if this was a permanent alteration or whether his hunter simply hadn't realized how much his behavior had changed. Although he would love it if this was a permanent change, he doubted that was the case as he knew that Dean would still care what others thought of their behavior, at least at first while his human fully adjusted to being a submissive with an angelic dominant, even one as tolerant as he was. Therefore he was under no illusions that his hunter's lack of distance now was entirely down to the fact that Sam was far too distracted to have noticed and made a comment on it yet.
"Speaking of which, what's wrong with Sandy?" Sam asked, frowning at her still unconscious form.
"Apparently the fae decided to drug her once we arrived and Cas asked for her freedom as part of the negotiations," Dean explained, face darkening.
"It is probably the reason why she didn't consume anything," Castiel pointed out. "Even for her it would have been a few days since her abduction and she would have been getting quite hungry, not to mention how thirsty she'd have been."
"Not like they couldn't have given her the same food they gave you for me."
"That is not how the fae think."
Dean snorted. "No, crazy idiots that they are."
"Idiots?" Sam inquired, bemused.
"Yeah, you'll never believe it, Sammy-"
"It's Sam!"
"- but Cas here got them to think that going to Hell was a good idea."
"What?"
"He told them that's where he found me and then he convinced Oberon that there would be others like me there and they fell for it! Even promised to never come back here if Cas told them how to get to Hell and recreate the meat suits of any soul they chose to drag from Hell."
"Really? And that was good enough?"
"Oberon was quite taken with Dean," Castiel stated, nearly laughing at how quickly his hunter's face went from exuberant to frustrated as Dean realized that there was no way he could get himself out of that one. "To the point where he was willing to agree to much in the belief that this was a means for him to obtain a similar slave."
Sam was laughing now. "Dean as the perfect slave?"
"Shut up, bitch!" Dean scowled, finally stepping away from Castiel as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Make me, jerk. But God, I wish I'd been there to see it!"
"Bite me."
"Nah, I think that's Cas' prerogative as your 'master.'"
Luckily Sam was far too busy laughing to notice the almost electric way his comment hit Dean, but Castiel most definitely wasn't. He raised an eyebrow at his hunter and received another scowl in return now that his sub's human sexual notions were starting to settle around him once more. This would definitely not do, but this was neither the time nor the place for that, but he filed it away for later when they were alone in a motel room. A far nicer motel room than the ones that Sam and Dean normally chose as his sub deserved only the best.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Sammy," Dean bit out, hand reaching up to touch his neck where he'd needed to apply concealer to hide the hickie Castiel had left. "But we still need to figure out what to do with Sandy."
That seemed to sober Sam, though by now the younger Winchester brother had tears running down his face and Castiel frowned in concern. "What did they use to drug her?" Sam asked.
"It is a herbal sedative the faeries have available to them," Castiel replied.
"So it's not something that would cause panic or confusion at the hospital?"
"It should not be too alarming though I doubt that your doctors would have seen it before."
"You want to leave her somewhere to be found?" Dean questioned.
Sam shrugged. "It's probably for the best. What are we going to do otherwise?"
"They'll think she's insane when she tells them what happened to her."
"And you think you'll be able to convince her to keep quiet? She's underage, Dean, and you're a complete stranger."
"I could erase her memory of her time in Avalon," Castiel offered.
His hunter winced at the suggestion before sharing a long look with Sam. "I hate to say it but that might be for the best," Dean finally relented.
"You disapprove?"
"You're messing with her mind, Cas, of course I disapprove. But not only would it make her life easier going forwards, but I also highly doubt that she'd want to remember what happened, not given what the fae wanted with her in the first place."
Sam sucked in a sharp breath. "They didn't... eh, rape her, did they?"
The gut of Castiel's vessel clenched at the mere thought but he quickly scanned the girl's unconscious form. "No."
"Thank God for that."
"My Father had nothing to do with it."
"It's an expression, Cas," Dean explained, shaking his head at his brother. "Okay, just do it and we'll leave her near a hospital and call it in. And give me your coat, Sam."
While the younger Winchester complied, Castiel placed a hand over Sandy Kendal's forehead and carefully erased all of her memories of the fae and her abduction. He didn't think that the human doctors would be very happy with the fact that she couldn't remember anything of what had happened to her, especially given how long she had been gone from the human perspective, but he wasn't sure what new memories he could give her that would fit given the situation but which also wouldn't be too traumatic. He was starting to see why his hunter didn't like this option, but given the sheer terror and horror that he could feel from her regarding her experiences, he thought it preferable to doing nothing.
"Uh, I almost hate to ask, but what's going to happen to the fae now?" Sam questioned.
"What do you think, Sammy?" Dean retorted with some measure of glee in his voice and Castiel could sense that his human felt that there was a lot of justice in sending those who abducted humans for sexual slavery straight into Hell.
"Yes, but what about the people they manage to pull from Hell?"
"What about them?"
"They'll be sex slaves!"
The rapidly rising distress that Castiel could detect in his charge made him step closer to Dean so that he could once more place his hand on the small of his hunter's back. "No matter how terrible that fate may be, it is infinitely better than what those souls would be experiencing in Hell. So if the fae do manage to wrest a few away from the demons, it will be for the best."
"And besides, a demon-fae war means less of those black eyed sons of bitches free to come up here to help Lucifer!" Dean stated triumphantly. "Cas' idea rocks."
It took longer than Castiel would have liked, what with them needing to ensure that Sandy Kendal was safely found and taken care of and the need to calm Sam's still somewhat frayed nerves not to mention listening to the younger Winchester's tale of how he'd traced Damian Mitchell's disappearance to a young uncle jealous of his older siblings' success and happiness in comparison to his own abject failure and ruins of a life that had led the man to first summoning and then trading his nephew for promises of easy success and prosperity. That had riled his hunter up and resulted in an extended, furious tirade about families and betrayal and he knew that they would be visiting the man before they left town to met out some of Dean's unique brand of justice.
Luckily his charge's anger had provided him with the perfect excuse to whisk Dean away from his brother as some of the words uttered in anger had struck far too close to home for Sam's comfort to the point where it had been almost a relief for the younger Winchester brother when he suggested taking Dean somewhere to allow him to cool down.
"Just don't let him drink himself to unconsciousness," Sam had said, looking worried at the very idea.
It had been an easy promise to make and Castiel had already taken hold of his charge before Dean could protest, flying them to a vacant suite in an opulent five star hotel he'd visited before in his quest for his Father.
"Dude, my insides!" Dean protested upon arrival.
Castiel smiled. "Now that you've fully accepted me and my dominance over you, your body bends fully to my Grace and I can compensate for all of your bodily functions. You will not suffer from constipation anymore."
"Cas!"
"What?"
"What do you mean, what? Do you even know how much was wrong with that sentence? I can't even think about where to begin!"
Castiel thought about it for a moment before he shrugged and stepped closer. "Then don't," he said, slipping one hand along his sub's neck while the other came to rest possessively on one of Dean's hips as he leaned forward to kiss his human.
Dean moaned into it and the vast majority of his hunter's tension just melted away. The vast majority, but not all of it and that just wouldn't do. Castiel stepped closer, herding his hunter back against a wall before he pulled back to allow Dean to breathe.
"Don't think that I don't know what you're doing," Dean stated, though he tilted his head obligingly when Castiel nipped his way along his charge's jaw.
"Oh, and what is that?" Castiel asked, biting softly on an earlobe, earning himself a moan that shuddered its way through his sub's body.
"You're using sex to distract me."
"Are you objecting?"
"Hell no."
"Then shut up and let me seduce you."
With that Castiel claimed his hunter's lips once more before Dean could protest the word seduction as he knew that his human would. Pressing close, he could already feel that his sub was hard and leaking and he rolled his hips reflexively, earning himself another moan which he swallowed down eagerly. Still, he didn't like the tension that he still felt from his charge, the sign that their return to their own realm was making it harder for Dean to just let go and give into his own true nature. As he'd thought before, being in Avalon where he had been required to pretend to be a sex slave had made it easier for Dean to let go of his very human hang-ups about being a true submissive and just letting himself go with his dom around.
That simply wouldn't do, not since Castiel now knew intimately just how much Dean enjoyed giving up all control to him. With a thought they were on the large, luxurious bed, making his hunter startle and yelp against him.
"Relax, I've got you," Castiel whispered, vanishing his human's clothes so that he could sweep his hands over Dean's body.
Because Castiel knew that the submission still didn't come as easily as it should yet for Dean, he swept his hands up, running them along his human's arms and raising them above his charge's head. Dean's breath hitched when he released his hunter's lips from a quick kiss and wide green eyes watched his every move as he pulled his tie loose and off with the hand not pinning Dean's wrists to the mattress just beneath the headboard.
"Cas?" Dean inquired, voice soft before his human swallowed thickly, already knowing the answer to his own question.
"Trust me," Castiel whispered, claiming another quick kiss.
Then Castiel reached up and used his tie to bind his mate's hands together and to the headboard, leaving just enough slack so that he could turn his human over should he wish to do so later. Almost as soon as the last knot was tied, the remaining tension all but bled out of Dean's muscles and his hunter melted against the mattress. Yes, that was it, exactly what he wanted. Dean was such a natural submissive, his whole body and soul all but craving it that as soon as Castiel took care of those pesky human values and ideas about sexuality and masculinity, removing them from the equation entirely, his charge's entire being just let go.
"Cas," Dean moaned, voice thick with lust and need.
It tested even Castiel's fine control and he removed his own clothing, knowing that this time he wouldn't last long. But then that wasn't the point, not now. No, he could teach Dean another lesson in what it meant to have to hold out until his dom had come later (and he already looked forward to it), but now was all about making his sub more comfortable with his true nature and to teach him the sheer, exquisite pleasure that came with submitting to an angelic dom like himself. He would see his hunter freed from the shackles of human notions of what was right and wrong when it came to sex so that all that Dean thought of was what he truly desired and allowed himself to just let go and accept it.
Which didn't mean that Castiel wasn't going to drive his sub wild, far from it. It only meant that he wouldn't push Dean quite as far as he had before with the blowjob. The memory of that made him moan and he rolled his hips, thrusting his weeping cock against his hunter's, making Dean gasp and writhe beneath him.
"God, Cas!" Dean cried out. "Please!"
"Please, what, Dean?" Castiel asked, moving against him and placing teasing bites along his hunter's chest, paying special attention to Dean's nipples.
"Anything, everything! Just, please."
Castiel chuckled, such a natural sub his human. It was almost angelic and that drove him wild, increasing his sheer need for Dean. He couldn't even believe that he'd thought that he could resist this before. They'd only been together such a short while, only a few days really, and already he thought of his sub as irrevocably his.
"Anything, Dean? Whatever I want?"
"Yes! Cas, please."
"You're mine, Dean, all mine."
"God, yes."
Not wanting to wait any longer, Castiel used his Grace to prepare his hunter for him, making Dean shout and arch up against him. Pulling one of his sub's legs up, he angled himself so that he could thrust inside in one swift stroke, striking Dean's prostate in the process. The way that his human writhed against him, completely unable to do anything but lie there and take whatever he chose to give him, pushed Castiel closer to the edge faster than he would have liked, but he couldn't slow down or stop. Not with the way that Dean's very soul strained to be closer to him even as his body was utterly pliant beneath him. He covered as much of his hunter as he could, driving into him over and over even as he took Dean's lips in a dominating kiss, sweeping his tongue into his sub's willing mouth.
The one thing that Castiel didn't do was to reach down and touch Dean, but that didn't prevent his sub from coming against him with a cry and the fact that taking his hunter like this was enough to make him come triggered Castiel's own orgasm. He savored it, staying within his human for as long as he dared, not wanting to hurt Dean, though his hunter was completely lax and pliant against him, drifting on the edge of awareness in a haze of bliss and complete and utter relaxation. It was amazing just what utterly letting go could do for Dean, but he was determined to see it again soon and often after that. Carefully he reached up and released his charge's wrists, smiling when all that his sub did with his freedom was to shift to settle more snuggly against him.
Satisfied that his sub was both warm and safe, Castiel settled down himself in preparation to follow Dean into the intricate and ever fascinating realm of human dreams. It was just after he'd wrapped his wings around his hunter that he felt it, the expectation of feeling another set of wings settling over his own and himself. It was there like a ghostly touch, ripe with all of the anticipation of all that such a gesture would mean, but he shrugged and cast it off, instead sliding his Grace into his human's subconscious, sending a teasing touch along his soul as he went.
Dean moaned, pressing- no snuggling- even closer and Castiel chuckled, deciding it would soon be time to introduce his beautiful submissive to having his soul taken along with his body. He was sure that Dean would love it as much as he did the physical claiming.
A.N.: I'd like to say a big thank you to my wonderful beta and artist, as this really wouldn't be what it is without the both of you! I hope everyone liked it, whether you read Into Temptation or not. Third fic in the trilogy will be out at some point next year, just need to find a Bang for it first!