Unexpected Destinies Chapter 24
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: R
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,221
Summary: Dean unintentionally turns Castiel on. Really.
PAST
Dean pulled his jacket off as soon as he entered the room, once again thankful that he hadn't been wearing his father's leather one as the wendigo would have shredded it as easily as he had this one. He threw it at the trash and started removing his over shirt and shirt, cursing the creature that had gotten his jacket, shirts and back, though thankfully Castiel had already healed the latter. One glance was enough to confirm that both shirts were hopelessly ruined and he balled them up before throwing them into the trash as well, making a mental note to take it out before he left so as not to alarm anyone and draw attention to himself.
"So, supercharged wendigos now," Dean said, sitting on his bed and reaching for his duffle.
"It would appear so," Castiel replied, voice oddly strained.
Dean frowned and stopped to look over his shoulder. He didn't think Castiel had gotten hurt though the wendigo had given it his best shot, but he'd been a bit distracted by the hysterical teenage campers it had captured. They'd not dealt with the situation very well at all to say the least. So he could well have missed something though he was pretty sure that nothing other than a supercharged demon or fellow archangel could hurt his... friend now (lover? Or was that too soon? And boyfriend just sounded wrong on too many levels to contemplate).
The moment Dean saw Castiel's face, he knew he'd had it all wrong. Cas' voice wasn't strained because he was in pain, but rather because he was trying to control himself. Dean had taken his shirts off in annoyance, both at the wendigo and at himself, and hadn't even stopped to think about how it might affect his angel who had only just recently become sexually aware. The marvel, wonder and desire he saw in that gaze aroused him.
Slowly, slowly, Dean reminded himself as he swallowed thickly. He was going to do this right. "Hey, Cas?"
"Yes, Dean?" Castiel replied, looking up to meet his eyes without any embarrassment or self-consciousness whatsoever for having been caught staring.
Dean felt another jolt of arousal at the realization. As an angel, Castiel had none of the taboos modern society put on sex or various aspects thereof, neither did he know to be modest or embarrassed about his desire and needs. He could only imagine what the results of this combination would be in a lover, but it was enough for him to want to find out right now.
"Remember all of that stuff I said about personal space and the like?" Dean asked.
In return he got a head tilt and it made him smile. Castiel was learning that some questions didn't need to be answered.
"Well that's for acquaintances or friends and for out in public. When people are... more, like us, then all that's not so important when you're alone."
"But it makes you uncomfortable."
"Because it was inappropriate for the situation, for what we were. Now, however, it wouldn't be. Now it's okay to be close or to touch if you want to."
It said a lot about how much time he'd spent around angels that Dean didn't so much as flinch when Castiel suddenly appeared next to him, well within his personal space. Instead, he just patted the bed beside him and smiled as the angel sat. He leaned forwards for a kiss and Castiel responded immediately, his hands coming up to frame his face. Slowly, almost hesitantly, one of them began to slide down and he encouraged the move by leaning closer and running his tongue along the angel's lips. The speed and eagerness with which Cas responded and reciprocated made Dean moan just as the hand exploring him slid onto his chest and seemed to embolden the angel.
Dean pulled back for more air and could only watch Castiel's face as the angel looked down at his chest, other hand coming down to join the first, exploring. He moaned again at the look of awe and wonder on his angel's face. He didn't get it, why Castiel kept looking at him like that. He just wasn't worth it, never had been, and Cas of all people should be well aware of that fact. He'd seen him down in Hell after all, when he'd been at his worst. He had even held the twisted and tattered shreds of his sorry excuse for a soul, so he just didn't get it.
"Dean."
The tone was firm and brokered no room for disobedience. It was the kind of tone that would normally set Dean on edge, bringing the snarky, give attitude side forwards for all it was worth. Now, however, it didn't and that brought him to attention as much as anything else. Only his father had ever really circumnavigated that particular default of his, with everyone else often getting the exact opposite of the desired effect. Castiel, too, had learned this of him, and the hard way at that, but his angel could be every inch just as much the stubborn bastard as Dean could and kept on trying. Now, though, that same tone had gone straight past his default to reach him, the real him.
"Stop it," Castiel admonished.
"What?" Dean tried innocently, seeking another kiss.
He got it and a few more, letting him think he was safe, though he really should have known better. Hadn't he just been thinking of how stubborn Cas could be? What he'd forgotten to add to that was sneaky. The angel could be a sly bastard when he wanted to be.
"Stop berating yourself like that."
Dean swallowed, trying to look away, but Castiel's hand had reached up to cup his face and turn it back towards him once more. This time their eyes met and held, and Dean could feel time slipping away from him as it so often did in the angel's presence. His whole world seemed to narrow down to the eyes gazing into his own and the two points of skin-to-skin contact between them where Castiel's hands rested on his face and chest. His own were resting on the clothes Cas wore and thus didn't count.
Dean wasn't sure how long they'd been starting at each other or how long they would have kept at it if Castiel hadn't started moving his fingers. But the angel did and when one of them accidentally brushed his nipple, his eyes fell closed and a small sound escape him. When he opened them again, he found he'd garnered himself another head tilt, with the angel's eyes flickering between his face and chest. Before he could say anything, Castiel brushed his fingers deliberately over the nipple, this time with more force. He groaned his approval.
It was as Castiel started to explore what reaction other touches caused that Dean realized his angel was far too overdressed for this as he really wanted to reciprocate. To let Cas feel what this type of attention felt like. To this end, he reached down and swept aside the trench coat and suit jacket as much as he could without making Castiel stop what he was doing. The tiny buttons of the dress shirt annoyed him on principle, but he diligently got to work on opening them, letting his fingers brush Castiel's skin as he did so. The angel stopped what he was doing and closed his eyes, almost as if wanting to concentrate on the sensations it caused. He took this as a good sign and leaned in for another kiss. The angel started his explorations again, tracing muscles, though Dean was aware that a part of his attention was now focused inwards to the new feelings and sensations being awoken within him due to this type of contact and he reminded himself to go slow.
This was all completely new for Castiel and Dean didn't want to rush him. He was more than content to just leave it at this as his own actions were wringing beautiful sounds from the angel. With the last of the buttons conquered, he swept his hands inside along warm skin before he suddenly flinched, twisting aside with a laugh.
"Cas!"
The angel looked perplexed now, completely unaware of what he'd done. "Dean?"
"Sorry," Dean said, moving close once more. "But that tickled."
"Tickled?"
"Yeah, it's... here, let me show you."
Dean had been so focused on the prize he'd just revealed, that he'd momentarily lost track of where Castiel's fingers were roaming and they'd run lightly under his armpits, insatiably curious to see and touch every part of him that had been revealed with the removal of his ruined shirts. It had been almost inevitable that the angel would find one of his ticklish spots given how diligently his chest was being mapped. Now he just hoped that angels were actually ticklish as that would just figure. Besides, it was such a fun little thing about being human that he suddenly wanted very much to share it with his angel. He let his fingers sweep lightly up Castiel's sides, heading towards his armpits and knew he'd succeeded when suddenly there was nothing beneath his hands but thin air and the rustling of feathers filled the room. Castiel now stood about a foot from the bed, shirt still hanging open and looking at him with a vaguely accusatory expression.
"Dude, that's cheating!" Dean proclaimed, words belied by the large smile on his face.
"That was an... unpleasant sensation," Castiel proclaimed.
"Unpleasant? Come on, Cas, it was tickling, it's supposed to make you laugh."
"Why?"
"Just... 'cause. Come 'ere."
The look the angel gave him now was full of suspicion and wariness, but he stepped closer regardless and Dean wiggled his fingers at him encouragingly.
"Look, I promise if you still don't like it after trying it properly, I won't do it again."
That seemed to reassure Castiel and he retook his seat besides Dean, though somewhat stiffly.
"No flying off now," Dean admonished.
Then he leaned forward to repeat what he'd done only this time with no success whatsoever. Dean frowned and tried again, going right for the armpits now, but had no more luck. Well that just figured, the angel could turn it off just like Sam, which really wasn't fair as he couldn't do that.
"You're no fun," Dean groused, giving up.
He pulled back a bit to mock scowl at Castiel's innocent expression. Dean read the intent there seconds before the angel's hands came up and mimicked what his own had done seconds before. He jerked, already laughing as he tried to twist his body away. Cas wasn't having any of it though, moving to follow and they both ended sprawled across the bed by the time Dean had caved and called for mercy.
Now he was lying on his back, breathing hard while Castiel lay on his side next to him, watching him intently. Just the thought of how much that would once have creeped him out was enough to make him smile.
"You should laugh more," Castiel observed.
Dean snorted. "Yeah, there's not exactly much to laugh about these days."
"Still, I like it when you laugh. Your soul glows and sparks, while your face is even more beautiful than normal."
"Dude! 'm not a chick."
Castiel tilted his head, frowning in confusion. "No, you are a man."
"Exactly! Guys aren't beautiful or pretty."
"Why not?"
"Just... 'cause. That's chick stuff, guys can be handsome."
"Well then your face is even more handsome when you smile or laugh."
Dean fought off a rare blush that he could feel coming on. Okay, so there were apparently some downsides to Castiel's frankness and lack of social manners when it came to sexual situations. He must have failed in his attempt to suppress his blush as Cas' fingers came up to trace his cheek before the angel kissed him. Given the fact that they were lying on a bed and Castiel was partially draped over him, his dick immediately started to harden. Luckily his angel chose that moment to put his hand back on his chest and he tensed slightly, expecting another tickle attack. After a moment, though, he realized that he was just being explored again.
They kissed lazily for a little while as Dean did some exploring of his own, showing Castiel what it felt like to be on the receiving end of such attentions. The kisses ended when he lightly tweaked his angel's nipples, making Cas moan. The blissed out expression on his face made Dean want to do more, so he slid down the bed so he could lick and gently bite the hard numbs. That resulted in a cry of ecstasy and, for the first time, he felt the brush of an erection against him as Castiel instinctively rocked his hips back and forth ever so slightly.
No, not this time, not this time. Dean fought off the urge to throw caution to the wind and completely strip his lover and instead let Castiel pull him upwards. Their lips met again and Dean pulled Cas down against him so he had all of the glorious skin pressed up against him. This would have to be more than enough for now.
Chapter 25
Rating: R
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,221
Summary: Dean unintentionally turns Castiel on. Really.
PAST
Dean pulled his jacket off as soon as he entered the room, once again thankful that he hadn't been wearing his father's leather one as the wendigo would have shredded it as easily as he had this one. He threw it at the trash and started removing his over shirt and shirt, cursing the creature that had gotten his jacket, shirts and back, though thankfully Castiel had already healed the latter. One glance was enough to confirm that both shirts were hopelessly ruined and he balled them up before throwing them into the trash as well, making a mental note to take it out before he left so as not to alarm anyone and draw attention to himself.
"So, supercharged wendigos now," Dean said, sitting on his bed and reaching for his duffle.
"It would appear so," Castiel replied, voice oddly strained.
Dean frowned and stopped to look over his shoulder. He didn't think Castiel had gotten hurt though the wendigo had given it his best shot, but he'd been a bit distracted by the hysterical teenage campers it had captured. They'd not dealt with the situation very well at all to say the least. So he could well have missed something though he was pretty sure that nothing other than a supercharged demon or fellow archangel could hurt his... friend now (lover? Or was that too soon? And boyfriend just sounded wrong on too many levels to contemplate).
The moment Dean saw Castiel's face, he knew he'd had it all wrong. Cas' voice wasn't strained because he was in pain, but rather because he was trying to control himself. Dean had taken his shirts off in annoyance, both at the wendigo and at himself, and hadn't even stopped to think about how it might affect his angel who had only just recently become sexually aware. The marvel, wonder and desire he saw in that gaze aroused him.
Slowly, slowly, Dean reminded himself as he swallowed thickly. He was going to do this right. "Hey, Cas?"
"Yes, Dean?" Castiel replied, looking up to meet his eyes without any embarrassment or self-consciousness whatsoever for having been caught staring.
Dean felt another jolt of arousal at the realization. As an angel, Castiel had none of the taboos modern society put on sex or various aspects thereof, neither did he know to be modest or embarrassed about his desire and needs. He could only imagine what the results of this combination would be in a lover, but it was enough for him to want to find out right now.
"Remember all of that stuff I said about personal space and the like?" Dean asked.
In return he got a head tilt and it made him smile. Castiel was learning that some questions didn't need to be answered.
"Well that's for acquaintances or friends and for out in public. When people are... more, like us, then all that's not so important when you're alone."
"But it makes you uncomfortable."
"Because it was inappropriate for the situation, for what we were. Now, however, it wouldn't be. Now it's okay to be close or to touch if you want to."
It said a lot about how much time he'd spent around angels that Dean didn't so much as flinch when Castiel suddenly appeared next to him, well within his personal space. Instead, he just patted the bed beside him and smiled as the angel sat. He leaned forwards for a kiss and Castiel responded immediately, his hands coming up to frame his face. Slowly, almost hesitantly, one of them began to slide down and he encouraged the move by leaning closer and running his tongue along the angel's lips. The speed and eagerness with which Cas responded and reciprocated made Dean moan just as the hand exploring him slid onto his chest and seemed to embolden the angel.
Dean pulled back for more air and could only watch Castiel's face as the angel looked down at his chest, other hand coming down to join the first, exploring. He moaned again at the look of awe and wonder on his angel's face. He didn't get it, why Castiel kept looking at him like that. He just wasn't worth it, never had been, and Cas of all people should be well aware of that fact. He'd seen him down in Hell after all, when he'd been at his worst. He had even held the twisted and tattered shreds of his sorry excuse for a soul, so he just didn't get it.
"Dean."
The tone was firm and brokered no room for disobedience. It was the kind of tone that would normally set Dean on edge, bringing the snarky, give attitude side forwards for all it was worth. Now, however, it didn't and that brought him to attention as much as anything else. Only his father had ever really circumnavigated that particular default of his, with everyone else often getting the exact opposite of the desired effect. Castiel, too, had learned this of him, and the hard way at that, but his angel could be every inch just as much the stubborn bastard as Dean could and kept on trying. Now, though, that same tone had gone straight past his default to reach him, the real him.
"Stop it," Castiel admonished.
"What?" Dean tried innocently, seeking another kiss.
He got it and a few more, letting him think he was safe, though he really should have known better. Hadn't he just been thinking of how stubborn Cas could be? What he'd forgotten to add to that was sneaky. The angel could be a sly bastard when he wanted to be.
"Stop berating yourself like that."
Dean swallowed, trying to look away, but Castiel's hand had reached up to cup his face and turn it back towards him once more. This time their eyes met and held, and Dean could feel time slipping away from him as it so often did in the angel's presence. His whole world seemed to narrow down to the eyes gazing into his own and the two points of skin-to-skin contact between them where Castiel's hands rested on his face and chest. His own were resting on the clothes Cas wore and thus didn't count.
Dean wasn't sure how long they'd been starting at each other or how long they would have kept at it if Castiel hadn't started moving his fingers. But the angel did and when one of them accidentally brushed his nipple, his eyes fell closed and a small sound escape him. When he opened them again, he found he'd garnered himself another head tilt, with the angel's eyes flickering between his face and chest. Before he could say anything, Castiel brushed his fingers deliberately over the nipple, this time with more force. He groaned his approval.
It was as Castiel started to explore what reaction other touches caused that Dean realized his angel was far too overdressed for this as he really wanted to reciprocate. To let Cas feel what this type of attention felt like. To this end, he reached down and swept aside the trench coat and suit jacket as much as he could without making Castiel stop what he was doing. The tiny buttons of the dress shirt annoyed him on principle, but he diligently got to work on opening them, letting his fingers brush Castiel's skin as he did so. The angel stopped what he was doing and closed his eyes, almost as if wanting to concentrate on the sensations it caused. He took this as a good sign and leaned in for another kiss. The angel started his explorations again, tracing muscles, though Dean was aware that a part of his attention was now focused inwards to the new feelings and sensations being awoken within him due to this type of contact and he reminded himself to go slow.
This was all completely new for Castiel and Dean didn't want to rush him. He was more than content to just leave it at this as his own actions were wringing beautiful sounds from the angel. With the last of the buttons conquered, he swept his hands inside along warm skin before he suddenly flinched, twisting aside with a laugh.
"Cas!"
The angel looked perplexed now, completely unaware of what he'd done. "Dean?"
"Sorry," Dean said, moving close once more. "But that tickled."
"Tickled?"
"Yeah, it's... here, let me show you."
Dean had been so focused on the prize he'd just revealed, that he'd momentarily lost track of where Castiel's fingers were roaming and they'd run lightly under his armpits, insatiably curious to see and touch every part of him that had been revealed with the removal of his ruined shirts. It had been almost inevitable that the angel would find one of his ticklish spots given how diligently his chest was being mapped. Now he just hoped that angels were actually ticklish as that would just figure. Besides, it was such a fun little thing about being human that he suddenly wanted very much to share it with his angel. He let his fingers sweep lightly up Castiel's sides, heading towards his armpits and knew he'd succeeded when suddenly there was nothing beneath his hands but thin air and the rustling of feathers filled the room. Castiel now stood about a foot from the bed, shirt still hanging open and looking at him with a vaguely accusatory expression.
"Dude, that's cheating!" Dean proclaimed, words belied by the large smile on his face.
"That was an... unpleasant sensation," Castiel proclaimed.
"Unpleasant? Come on, Cas, it was tickling, it's supposed to make you laugh."
"Why?"
"Just... 'cause. Come 'ere."
The look the angel gave him now was full of suspicion and wariness, but he stepped closer regardless and Dean wiggled his fingers at him encouragingly.
"Look, I promise if you still don't like it after trying it properly, I won't do it again."
That seemed to reassure Castiel and he retook his seat besides Dean, though somewhat stiffly.
"No flying off now," Dean admonished.
Then he leaned forward to repeat what he'd done only this time with no success whatsoever. Dean frowned and tried again, going right for the armpits now, but had no more luck. Well that just figured, the angel could turn it off just like Sam, which really wasn't fair as he couldn't do that.
"You're no fun," Dean groused, giving up.
He pulled back a bit to mock scowl at Castiel's innocent expression. Dean read the intent there seconds before the angel's hands came up and mimicked what his own had done seconds before. He jerked, already laughing as he tried to twist his body away. Cas wasn't having any of it though, moving to follow and they both ended sprawled across the bed by the time Dean had caved and called for mercy.
Now he was lying on his back, breathing hard while Castiel lay on his side next to him, watching him intently. Just the thought of how much that would once have creeped him out was enough to make him smile.
"You should laugh more," Castiel observed.
Dean snorted. "Yeah, there's not exactly much to laugh about these days."
"Still, I like it when you laugh. Your soul glows and sparks, while your face is even more beautiful than normal."
"Dude! 'm not a chick."
Castiel tilted his head, frowning in confusion. "No, you are a man."
"Exactly! Guys aren't beautiful or pretty."
"Why not?"
"Just... 'cause. That's chick stuff, guys can be handsome."
"Well then your face is even more handsome when you smile or laugh."
Dean fought off a rare blush that he could feel coming on. Okay, so there were apparently some downsides to Castiel's frankness and lack of social manners when it came to sexual situations. He must have failed in his attempt to suppress his blush as Cas' fingers came up to trace his cheek before the angel kissed him. Given the fact that they were lying on a bed and Castiel was partially draped over him, his dick immediately started to harden. Luckily his angel chose that moment to put his hand back on his chest and he tensed slightly, expecting another tickle attack. After a moment, though, he realized that he was just being explored again.
They kissed lazily for a little while as Dean did some exploring of his own, showing Castiel what it felt like to be on the receiving end of such attentions. The kisses ended when he lightly tweaked his angel's nipples, making Cas moan. The blissed out expression on his face made Dean want to do more, so he slid down the bed so he could lick and gently bite the hard numbs. That resulted in a cry of ecstasy and, for the first time, he felt the brush of an erection against him as Castiel instinctively rocked his hips back and forth ever so slightly.
No, not this time, not this time. Dean fought off the urge to throw caution to the wind and completely strip his lover and instead let Castiel pull him upwards. Their lips met again and Dean pulled Cas down against him so he had all of the glorious skin pressed up against him. This would have to be more than enough for now.
Chapter 25