The Sensual World - e
Clean shirt, new shoes
And I don’t know where I am goin’ to.
Silk suit, black tie,
I don’t need a reason why.
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
Cause every girl crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man.
ZZ Top - Sharp Dressed Man
Sister Mary, whom Castiel learnt was actually Father Samuel, kept Mary, Martha and Marie busy over the next week working at the homeless shelter. C-M took Castiel on a long and frustrating shopping trip.
C-M trying in vain to dress Castiel in designer wear, or at least knock-off designer wear, and Castiel stubbornly keeping to his limited budget. The jeans, t-shirt and shirt he eventually bought were very Dean Winchester in style and Castiel felt pleased with himself.
As a concession to C-M’s ‘suffering’ he let himself be moulded into a black suit and jacket, white shirt and blue tie that at once was like Jimmy Novak’s dress suit yet completely different. Black Oxford styled dress shoes and a pair of hiking sneakers completed his new wardrobe. Together with the clothes they’d already given him and Jimmy’s now clean suit and trench coat, Castiel had a reasonable basic wardrobe.
Mary contributed with the purchase of underwear, shampoo, razors, shaving cream and toothbrush and toothpaste. C-M inspected her toiletry items and added a bottle of moisturiser to the bag.
The sofa got tossed and a sofa-bed put in its place which Castiel used. To keep himself occupied and to repay their kindness and generosity Castiel worked with Sister Mary at his homeless shelter most days.
Amongst the outcast and underclass Castiel discovered that even mortal he still retained the essence of divine creation. It showed itself in the calm and peaceful environment that descended upon the homeless sheltered under Sister Mary’s roof whenever Castiel was around. The lonely felt loved. The old not forgotten. The mad found silence and the homeless felt hopeful.
The truth of what really happened to Slim-Fit Jim became public knowledge. There were a couple of retaliation fights but when Castiel again inflicted more damage upon the would-be avengers than they upon him people learnt to leave the ‘Jesus-freak’ alone.
***
And then our arrows of desire rewrite the speech,
mmh, yes…
Kate Bush - The Sensual World
They made an odd sort of family Castiel and The Three Mary’s but it worked.
Not the same as the life of a hunter but reasonably well, sort of, after a fashion.
Oh who are you fooling Cas, this is driving you insane. If you don’t believe me feel the evidence. Dean’s voice echoes with laughter and Castiel wakes up to find he has a much engorged penis and an audience of one; and it most certainly is not Dean.
“I knew you would cause me pain,” C-M said lazily, looking down at Castiel while stroking himself. Castiel tried to sit up, or at least move to a position less vulnerable. The strangest sensation prickled his body and his penis throbbed uncomfortably.
C-M smiled faintly and moved back a step, “I was hoping to have jerked off before you woke up. Who is Dean?” he asked making no move to stop pleasuring himself.
“A friend,” Castiel replied hoarsely eyes fixed upon the sight of C-M’s hand moving along his penis in a motion that reminded him of Dean cleaning the barrel of his guns.
“More than a friend, judging by that boner you’ve got and the one you’re sleep talking has given me.” C-M’s voice sounded slurred.
“I - I don’t under…you’re wrong,” Castiel stammered. Not sure if it was in denial of what C-M was saying or because the thought of Dean cleaning gun-barrels now had a whole new meaning attached to it.
“I - I…this hurts,” Castiel felt tears fill his eyes. He felt the sofa bed’s mattress sink as C-M sat down next to him. Fear gripped him and he hit out at C-M in a blind panic. C-M took his hands and bought them down to where his sweat pants were uncomfortably covering his erection.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Castiel. I wish I was this Dean you speak of in your sleep but I’m not. If you’ll let me I can teach you how to jerk off. It will ease your discomfot.” He said gently and let Castiel’s hands fall to his hips.
Castiel nodded without thinking and his body took over, releasing his erection from the prison of his sweat pants and into the palms of his waiting hands.
“Good, now relax and let your body do what it was created to do.” C-M’s voice is low and husky. Like Dean’s was when Castiel stood unseen in the bathroom listening to him making love to the girl.
“Oh… Dean,” Castiel trys to swallow his name from being spoken aloud.
“Close your eyes and tell me what Dean is doing,” C-M’s voice is broken, husky and urgent. Castiel doesn’t quite follow how hearing C-M like that can make his erection stiffen even more. He closes his hand more tightly around it and with his eyes closed imagines it’s the barrel of Dean’s Winchester 1897 pump action shotgun.
While Castiel can see Dean sitting cleaning his gun as plain as day and can mentally describe it without pause. What he ends up saying aloud is disjointed.
“He breaks open the gun like he’s going to load it but instead pushes a piece of cloth attached to a long thin wire… his hand tightens its grip on his erection and mimics what Castiel describes…it feels…good…
…Flexible enough to bend but strong enough that you can push it through the barrel. He does this with a twisting motion that means the cloth will pick up any residual gunpowder, dirt and metal filings…his hand is moving up and down his penis now and Castiel is pretty sure it is him and not C-M groaning aloud…it feels like he’s leaking…it feels good…right…
…Once the cloth is through he removes it and places a clean piece dipped in oil and draws it back through the barrel…C-M swears and Castiel can hear his breathing quicken and…oh, yeah…his stomach and thighs are heating up…it’s kind of like the angel tablet….Oh, my, my…
…Fuck, Castiel don’t stop…tell me what Dean does now! C-M demands and Castiel obeys…
…Then he pushes it back through the barrel, changes cloth piece and pulls back to remove any excess oil….Castiel’s hand moves up to the tip of his erection and covers itself with his leakage….Oh, my, my, yeah, got to…
…Oh, sweet Jesus…C’mon Castiel…I wanna,…need to…Please!...
….Castiel can’t tell which of them begs…just…one…more…thing…to…say…
… Then he cleans and oils the magazine…and …finally … oh, hurts…good…can’t finish…
…fuck no…you can…what…oh, yeah….does…he…
…Dean… he pumps…oh leak…warm…good…
...No! finish… story… then… come…
…He pumps…the…magazine…make…sure…”
“Yeah! Oh, Fuck Yeah! Pump That Baby!” C-M shouts as he comes.
He almost drowning Castiel’s own orgasm as he finishes fantasising with a shouted “IT WORKS”
Semen erupts from his penis over his hands, thighs and stomach as he gives up and lets his body ride out the orgasm. When the spasms stop and he can think logically again Castiel starts to cry.
He feels C-M’s hand reach out and touch his forehead. The way a parent soothes a child and it makes him cry harder. C-M says nothing just keeps brushing his hair gently and eventually both men fall asleep.
When he next awakes, C-M is gone and he can hear Mary making coffee. The memory of what happened the previous night makes him sit up scrambling for something to cover his shame.
“Please don’t make a liar of yourself.” Mary’s voice sounds loud against the silence of the apartment, even though she doesn’t raise it.
“I - I- I’m sorry?” Castiel says uncertainly not exactly sure what either she or he means.
“About God not giving a rat’s ass who we fuck as long as we are good to ourselves and each other.” Mary says and comes over with coffee for him. Castiel takes it and they sip the warm liquid in silence.
“I think he probably does give a rat’s ass if somebody is paying a child to have sex. In fact I think that person would most definitely go to Hell.” He says quietly.
“Does the child go to Hell too,” Mary asks just as quietly.
“No. I don’t think so, at least if I were God they wouldn’t. But I was as ‘looney as a tune’ when I was God so I wouldn’t put any credence to what I said in that church or any actions taken afterwards.” Castiel says and to his dismay tears fall again.
He wipes them away. “Sorry, seem to be leaking all over,” he says attempting humour and failing miserably, “how do you deal with remorse? With all this, sorrow?”
“I don’t know, Castiel. Me? I stop hooking and take up selling telephone sex instead. Pays the same but is legal and Sister Mary says he’ll help me get some night courses. Get back to school.” She tells him.
“How can you have sex on a telephone?” Castiel asks without thinking and Mary bursts out laughing. It changes her entire face and for a moment she is simply a child enjoying a joke.
“Pretty much how you and C-M jerked off last night. Just close your eyes and imagine what you’re whispering to the caller is what you’d like to do to your lover.” Mary says with a twinkle in her eye. Castiel notices they are the same colour as Dean’s. “Don’t look at me like that, Sister Mary and I came home just as you two were - well - ‘cuming’”
With that she gets up and moves back to the kitchen. “You should go find your friend. Maybe he misses you as much as you miss him.”
Castiel doesn’t answer immediately but later, while he showers he thinks about Dean and Sam and realises he doesn’t know whether they succeeded closing the gates of Hell. If they did?
Then Sam would in all likelihood be dead and knowing Dean he would not be coping well with losing Sam. In fact he’d be likely to try something stupid.
Castiel thinks it might even be a ‘swallow purgatory and call yourself god’ stupid. Mary is right. So is C-M when he thinks about it some more while towelling off.
It is time to find Dean.
continued - f