Fic: A Merman's Tail
SPN-Reverse Bang: A Merman's Tail
Art link: Art Masterlist
Artist: terrorinyertub
Author: remivel
Fandom/Genre: SPN, Fairy Tale AU
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 14,500
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, borrows greatly from the Disney version of The Little Mermaid, Crowley as Ursula
Summary: Castiel was a merman who was born with the tail of a Great White Shark. Treated as an abomination by his own kind, Castiel found solace in observing humans and following their ships. He was content with watching them from afar, until he saved Dean, a human prince, from being killed by a shark. Soon, watching Dean from afar was not enough, and he wished to leave his life under the sea for a chance at being part of Dean's world.
PART 2
This is the guy that saved me, I’m sure,” Dean declared as they stood by the side of the bed and watched the doctor check over the unconscious man. “He looks hotter than I remember,” Dean said in awe as he leaned down to stare intently at the man’s sleeping face.
“I know the guy’s a stud muffin but back off Dean,” Gabriel said, pushing Dean away. “I’m trying to work.”
Dean rolled his eyes and moved back. Gabriel may have a serious attitude problem, but he was the best doctor in the land. Plus, he was pretty sure Gabe and Sam had a thing going on between them. “So what’s the verdict, doc? Is he going to wake up soon?”
“It’s hard to tell,” Gabriel said, pulling out a lollipop and popping it into his mouth. Then, Castiel began to stir and Gabriel gasped, “Oh wait! He’s waking up.”
Dean leaned in closer, and his breath hitched when the man finally opened his eyes-a bright shade of blue just like he remembered. He was right. This was the man he’d been searching for all this time.
Castiel blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus. The first thing he noticed was how dry everything was. But he had no time to process that, for he saw someone’s face leaning very close towards him.
“Hello,” he said cheerfully.
Castiel’s eyes grew wide and he sat up and away from the man, his arms flailing to his sides.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there,” he heard a familiar voice say, before two strong arms gripped his shoulders, steadying him on the soft thing he lay on.
Castiel turned his gaze to this man, and was surprised to see Dean’s face smiling at him-the face that he had only seen from afar, now mere inches away.
“You’re in the palace,” Dean explained. “I’m Dean, and this here is Gabriel,” he said, gesturing to the other man.
“Heya,” the man with a stick in his mouth said. “Call me Gabriel, or Gabe, or Doc, if you want. I am a doctor, you know,” he clarified, reaching his hand out for a shake.
Castiel just looked at the hand Gabriel extended with a confused expression. He turned back to look at Dean, and was instantly mesmerized by the beauty in his face.
“Do you remember me? I was the guy you saved from the sea a week ago,” Dean said.
Castiel nodded carefully.
Dean grinned. “That’s great. Hey, what’s your name?”
‘Castiel,’ Cas said, but no sound came out. He frowned and tried again, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he was still unable to utter a single word. He looked at Dean in helplessness, and his heart broke when he saw Dean’s face fall.
“You… you can’t speak?” Dean asked, his face falling. If this man couldn’t speak… could he really be the person who saved him?
Castiel shook his head. He remembered now. In exchange for legs, he had to give up his voice. At the thought of having legs, Castiel gasped. He shifted in the bed, quickly pulling off the blankets covering his body. And there he saw them, legs that extended almost as long as his tail. It was now covered in a strange, soft garment, but his feet peeked through the holes at the bottom and he wiggled them experimentally. Cas looked back up at Dean, his face bright and happy.
Dean chuckled. “Yeah, we couldn’t let you sleep in the palace without clothes, now, can we?”
Cas smiled in response.
“How are you feeling?” Gabriel asked Castiel.
Cas just cocked his head to the side before looking back down to his legs and gliding his hands down the soft fabric that covered his legs.
Dean followed the movement of the stranger’s hands and gulped nervously when the man’s fingers caressed the fabric that stretched rather nicely around his thighs.
“Aaaand I think it’s time we leave our guest to rest for a while,” Gabriel said, standing up from his stool. “Come along now, Dean,” Gabriel said.
Dean tore his gaze away from the man’s hands and smiled sheepishly when Gabriel shot him a knowing look. He looked back to his guest. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? Get some rest,” he said before he followed Gabriel out of the room.
Cas longingly followed Dean with his eyes. He didn’t want to be left alone in this strange, dry place.
“Thank goodness you’re awake,” he heard Balthazar say.
Castiel looked to the side to see the crab emerge from behind a flower vase on the side table.
“Are you all right?” Balthazar asked.
Castiel nodded and pointed at his feet enthusiastically.
“Yes, I can see you have feet,” he said, jumping to the bed and crawling towards Cas’ feet. “Can you use them?”
Castiel lifted his foot up and accidentally slammed it down on top of the crab.
“Ouch! Okay, I get it, you can use it. Let’s try practicing how to walk, shall we?” Balthazar said.
Castiel looked at him in confusion. He thought Balthazar would be angry at him for making a deal with a sea demon, but Balthazar was here, trying to help him out. It warmed his heart.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Balthazar said. “There’s nothing we can do. The deal has been made. What we can do now is make that prince of yours fall in love with you.”
Castiel smiled.
“Here’s what we’ll do…”
+++
The next day, Dean invited Castiel to go out to see the kingdom. Cas stepped out of the castle and his face lit up once the sunlight hit his face. Land was really very different from the ocean, and he marveled at the strong beasts that pulled their carriage, and was fascinated by everything he saw: the fruits in the market, the colorful garments in the shops, even the people just passing by.
At first he felt self conscious. Surely they’d know he was different. Every time he went to the marketplace underwater, people stared at him and the children screamed and cried when they saw his tail. But it wasn’t the same on land. He looked down at his legs again, and at the people walking by. He wasn’t a freak anymore. For the first time in his life, he belonged.
Meanwhile, Dean was enamored by the child-like way Cas looked at things. His big eyes grew impossibly wider at the sight of pigs rolling in the mud, and he walked toward them, with every intent to study them closer. Dean grabbed him by the arm just as he was about to enter the pen. “Whoa, easy there. You’ll get your feet and your clothes dirty.”
Cas cocked his head to the side. ‘Dirty?’ he thought. Then he realized what Dean meant and he nodded in understanding. ‘Of course, I can get dirty now,’ Cas thought.
“Here… I know a place you might like…” Dean said with a bright smile.
They rode in their carriage again and after a few minutes, they stopped by a large, grassy field. Dean brought out a picnic basket. “Lunch,” Dean said.
Cas sat on the grass next to Dean, and he couldn’t help but run his hands along the blades of grass. It was so very different than the sea grass, and when a butterfly came flitting close, Cas’ eyes were glued to its beautiful wings. It was almost like magic.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this is your first time seeing a butterfly,” Dean said in amusement.
Cas looked away from the butterfly quickly. He didn’t want Dean to think he was weird. That was the last thing he wanted right now. He needed Dean to like him. Even Balthazar told him to try and act normal. He could not screw this up.
“Sandwich?” Dean asked, handing him something square and covered in paper. It didn’t look too appetizing.
‘This is food?’ Castiel thought and was about to bite into it when he saw Dean unwrapping the square to reveal something that looked far more edible than the paper. Castiel mimicked Dean and unwrapped his too and took a large bite. It tasted better than he expected, and when they were through eating, they just lied down on the grass and watched the clouds.
Then Dean started talking again, and Castiel thought it didn’t matter that he couldn’t speak. He loved listening to Dean’s stories. He talked enough for the both of them: about his brother, about his dog, the kingdom, his parents… and every time he spoke, Cas couldn’t help but stare at him.
Dean looked back at Cas on the grass and was struck by the admiration on his face. He felt the sudden urge to kiss him, and before he could stop himself, he leaned down and did so. It was a soft, chaste kiss at first that became more passionate when Cas brought his arm around Dean’s neck. When they parted, Castiel was blushing and he almost didn’t want to part from Dean. Then he remembered Crowley tell him that everybody kissed nowadays and frowned. If it was only a kiss that Crowley wanted, then he would’ve already succeeded in becoming a human completely.
+++
After their lunch in the field, Dean invited Castiel to ride on a boat at a lagoon. Cas was reluctant at first. He didn’t want to go to somewhere with water again. However, when Dean rowed the boat in the picturesque lagoon, Castiel had to admit this freshwater area held some appeal. But he was mostly looking at Dean’s face instead.
“Have you always been this way? I mean, I apologize for asking…. But it’s been bothering me,” Dean began.
Castiel tilted his head to the side in question.
“I mean… have you been unable to speak for a long time?” Dean asked.
Castiel shook his head at that.
Dean’s face brightened momentarily. “That’s great! I- I mean… It’s not great that you can’t speak. It’s great coz that means you were really the one who saved me, right?”
Castiel nodded.
“We have to find out what’s wrong. Maybe it’s just temporary. I have so many questions… like do you know your palm print is seared on my shoulder? How did that happen?” Dean asked.
Castiel looked alarmed for a second before he shook his head and waved his hands to gesture ‘No’. He didn’t want to lie to him, but Dean can’t know he was a merman. How could he ever love him if he was something other than human?
Dean’s enthusiasm was tempered by Cas’ vehement denial. “So you don’t know how that happened?” Dean asked.
Cas lied and shook his head.
“But you saved me… on the beach that day, that was you?” he asked again.
Castiel nodded in response.
That reassured Dean and he smiled brightly at Cas.
“You know, I feel so weird not knowing your name,” Dean remarked.
Castiel looked at him curiously. ‘You want to know my name?’ he thought.
“Hey, how about I try and guess your name?” Dean asked.
Cas nodded enthusiastically.
“Mmm… let’s see… first name that comes to mind is… Misha?”
Cas looked at Dean like he’d grown a second head.
Dean laughed. “Okay, sorry, sorry. That sounded like a girl’s name anyway. I bet your name is something better… something with more appeal…. How about Dmitri?”
Castiel cringed and stuck his tongue out in disgust.
“Okay, not Dmitri then.”
In Castiel’s pocket, Balthazar rolled his eyes. “This human is hopeless…” he mumbled.
“Let me see… Jake? Emmanuel? Dave?” Dean guessed, and each time Cas shook his head and looked at him weirdly. “Okay, I quit,” he said with a laugh. “Is there any way I can find out your name?”
Castiel watched Dean’s face for a moment, and he felt helpless since he couldn’t find a way to tell him.
From his pocket, he heard Balthazar grumble. “Must I do everything?” he asked. “You’re lucky I wasn’t cursed and I still have my magic. I’ll help you out. Now do it like this…”
Castiel listened to Balthazar’s instructions, then slowly reached for Dean’s hand.
Dean let Castiel take his hand, and was surprised when Castiel placed Dean’s fingers on his lips. They were soft to the touch, and suddenly Dean was inexplicably hyperaware of every minute movement of Castiel’s lips, and soon he realized Castiel was carefully forming the syllables of his name.
“Cas… okay, Cas-tee-yel? Casteeyel?” Dean asked. “Is that your name? Castiel?”
Castiel nodded, taking Dean’s hand off his lips and letting it go.
Dean looked down at his fingers, unable to forget the feeling of Castiel’s lips on his skin. It was almost like… magic.
A wide grin slowly formed on Dean’s face. “Castiel… Castiel…” he repeated. “That’s a really nice name. It’s kind of a mouthful though. How ‘bout ‘Cas’? Do you mind if I call you Cas?”
Castiel shook his head and smiled.
“Cas… Cas… I could get used to saying your name,” Dean said.
Castiel’s smile widened. In his pocket, Balthazar rolled his eyes again. “Humans.”
+++
Several days passed and Cas was learning so much about Dean and about living on land. And he found himself falling further in love with both. Dean found out Cas liked to go to the field, so he’d go with him there every day. Sometimes they played with a ball, other times they went there to play with Impala. The dog loved Cas, because although Cas couldn’t speak, he understood what she was saying, and the dog knew it and adored him for it.
“Throw the stick, Castiel. Please throw the stick,” she said excitedly. Cas smiled and did as he was told. He watched Impala run after the stick and Dean chuckled. “I can’t believe how much Baby likes you. I’m feeling sort of jealous,” Dean said.
Castiel looked at Dean and tilted his head to the side. ‘Jealous? Of whom?’ he thought.
+++
He got to know Sam and Gabriel as well. Though he didn’t look it, Sam was a scholar and he loved books and reading. Gabriel, on the other hand, was a trickster. He was well respected as a doctor, but he often joked and played pranks on the brothers, and at times, on Castiel as well.
He was also dangerously perceptive, and he was the first to notice Castiel’s affections for the prince. “You like Dean, don’t you?” he asked, out of the blue, while they were in the reading room.
Castiel was startled by the question, but found no reason to deny it, so he nodded.
Gabriel made a satisfied sound. “I thought as much,” he said. “Don’t worry,” he reassured. “He likes you too. You’re definitely his type,” Gabriel told him.
Cas could only blush at that.
“He might not tell you that himself, ‘cause Deano isn’t a really big fan of emotional love confessions… he hates those kinds of things,” he explained.
Castiel tried to hide the disappointment on his face at that revelation. Dean may have affection for him but he will never say it out loud? What then? What hope did he have now of remaining human?
“Nawww, don’t look like that,” Gabriel said when he noticed the glum look on Castiel’s face. “Don’t let Dean’s emotional constipation bring you down,” he said. “You can always just punch the words out of him if that’s what you want,” he said with a wink.
This made Castiel smile. Oh, if only it were that easy.
+++
Before Castiel knew it, two whole weeks have passed, and nothing had changed between him and Dean. Since then, they’ve shared a handful of kisses, and it was great. It felt great. But it was not enough.
“We’ve only got half a month left, Castiel,” Balthazar reminded him. “Now, it’s obvious that the prince adores you… but we don’t need him to adore you. We need him to love you! Do you want to go back to the ocean and get turned into a shark by that slimy Crowley?”
Castiel looked at him worriedly and shook his head.
“I thought so. We have to up our game.”
Castiel cocked his head to the side in confusion.
“You‘ve got to stop being a blushing maid when you see Dean. You have to be the aggressor this time,” Balthazar said. “You have to seduce him.”
Castiel’s eyes grew wide at the notion. ‘Seduce? How?’ he mouthed.
The crab smirked. “Castiel, my dear, you asked the right person.”
+++
A banquet was being held for Sam’s birthday the next day, and guests from all over the kingdom and beyond arrived at the castle for the celebration. The large patio overlooking the sea was alive with music and merriment, the guests enjoying the best food and wine the kingdom of Winchester had to offer. Prince Dean, however, was preoccupied with other matters.
“What’s taking Cas so long…” Dean said, looking up the stairs. “Bobby, Ellen and Jo are arriving any minute from their trip. I want them to meet him,” he said. Ever since his mother died and his father chose to live in their castle in the outskirts, Bobby and Ellen have acted like Sam and Dean’s second parents, and Jo their little sister.
“As what?” Gabriel scoffed. “Your eternal guest? Or the guy you’re pretty sure you want to drag to your bedroom and spend some profound bonding time with?” Gabriel asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Dean pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck. “Shut up, Gabe. That’s not what it’s like.”
“Oh right… you just totally enjoy making out with the man and don’t want to do anything else,” Gabriel quipped.
Dean balked. “How did you-“
“Sam told me,” Gabriel said, popping a chocolate ball he plucked from the table into his mouth. “When are you ever going to learn you can’t hide anything from Sam?”
Dean frowned. “Dammit, Sammy,” he cursed.
Jo approached him just then and covered his eyes. “Guess who?”
A wide grin spread across Dean’s face. “I don’t know… smells like fish and sea so it can only be Jo the runt,” Dean said playfully.
Jo kicked him in the back of his leg before letting go of him. “You’re still an ass, as usual.”
Dean turned around and hugged Jo tightly. “Welcome back, kiddo,” he said.
+++
Cas walked down the stairs, smoothing his hands down his dress pants. Sam brought these charming formal clothes to his room that afternoon, saying Gabriel picked it for Cas to wear to the banquet. He had to admit, it was a beautiful garment, the dark pants clung to his thighs wonderfully, and the jacket he wore fit his waist and shoulders perfectly. Sam said himself, he looked dashing. He wondered if Dean would say the same.
With his heart pounding hard in his chest, he walked down to the banquet, eyes searching for Dean in the crowd. He found him next to Gabriel… and he had a woman in his arms.
Castiel felt his face grow pale as he continued down the steps. He stopped at the bottom, where the guests were walking around or dancing. He didn’t know whether he should approach Dean or not. He watched Dean and the woman part and talk animatedly with each other and felt his gut twist with jealousy. What if Dean never came to love him? The thought weighed heavily in his mind, and without thinking, he took a glass offered to him by one of the servers and drank it all in one spot. He cringed and gave the glass back to the surprised waiter. Dean loved this liquid. He drank it often at dinner, and sometimes during snack. It tasted bitter, but Cas still took one more glass from the waiter. This drink always made Dean look happy. Maybe he could feel the same way after drinking it, he thought as he quietly made his way down the side and onto the beach below.
He sat himself down on the sand and looked out at the ocean in front of him. He missed his father and his brothers and he missed his home. But he had never felt happy at home. He felt happy here, on land, with Dean. But Dean…
He shook the thought of Dean hugging that woman. He looked at the red liquid in his glass. So much like that red liquid that he drank at Crowley’s cave. He didn’t regret his decision. He loved every minute he was spending as a human, and if he was going to spend the rest of his life as Crowley’s pet shark, then so be it. Cas downed the glass in one go and stood up. He felt his feet wobble beneath him but he still made his way back to where the people gathered. He should get back. It was Sam’s banquet after all, and it would be rude to Sam if he didn’t attend. Plus, Gabriel went to great lengths to give him this outfit. He didn’t want to disappoint.
When he climbed back to the open area, Dean spotted him immediately. “Hey! Where’d you run off to?”
Castiel looked back to the ocean and Dean shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. Come, there’re people I’d like you to meet,” Dean said, holding him by the arm and guiding him into the crowd. When Cas’ feet wobbled again, Dean tightened his hold on Cas’ arm. “Wait, were you drinking?” he asked.
Castiel nodded and showed him the empty glass.
Dean plucked the glass from his fingers and handed it to a server. “How much have you had?”
Castiel raised two fingers.
“Okay, that’s not a lot. But it seems like you’re a lightweight,” Dean commented.
Castiel frowned. He looked down at his body. He certainly wasn’t a heavy set man, but he wasn’t stick thin either. Why did Dean say he was light? When Cas looked up again, they were approaching a table, and Cas frowned when he saw the woman sitting there with an elderly couple.
“Is that him?” the old man asked.
“Yeah,” Dean said with a grin. “Guys, this is Castiel. Castiel, this is Bobby, Ellen, and Jo,” he said, introducing his companions.
Castiel stared at their faces with wide eyes. Then he sighed as he shook each of their hands. So the woman before was Jo… someone Dean mentioned he treated like a real sister. Castiel’s relief was beyond words… or well, beyond anything.
“He’s cute!” Jo said, eyeing Cas up and down.
Dean rolled his eyes. “He can’t speak but he can hear you fine, Jo.”
Jo grinned. “I know,” she said, winking at Castiel.
Dean grabbed Castiel’s arm possessively. “Back off, harpy.”
Jo sneered at him and continued to eat her food.
“Cas and I are gonna grab some food to eat too, okay?” Dean said, before guiding Cas away again and sitting him down on a chair. “Don’t move,” Dean said, before he left him there.
Dean returned moments later with a plate full of assorted food. The roasted pork and mashed potatoes looked delicious, though when Cas saw the tails of a couple of shrimp, he cringed.
“You should eat something,” Dean said. “Alcohol on an empty stomach is not so good.”
Castiel looked up at him worriedly before nodding and eating the food Dean gave him.
+++
Later that night, Dean took it in himself to bring Castiel up to his room. Although Cas was far from intoxicated, he was a bit wobbly on his feet and Dean wanted to make sure he didn’t fall and hurt himself.
Dean entered Castiel’s room and helped him out of his jacket. He felt his heart start to race as Castiel stripped out of his waistcoat, until all that remained of his upper garment was the thin, white dress shirt he wore. The shirt was wide and open at the neck too and when Castiel bent down, the shirt slid down one side, revealing a shoulder. Dean gulped audibly before shaking his head and helping Castiel out of his boots.
He pushed Cas to sit down on the bed before he kneeled down in front of him and started undoing the laces. “Next time, drink only what you can,” he said just as he finished pulling off Cas’ boots. When he looked up, he was caught by the heavy stare Cas gave him and before he knew it, Cas was leaning down and kissing him.
Like all of their kisses before, it was electric. Unlike the others before this, however, Cas was a whole lot more responsive, tongue darting in Dean’s mouth even before Dean could react. Before he could even think twice about what he was doing, Dean was pushing Cas down on the bed and pulling the tails of his shirt loose from his pants.
Cas would have moaned loudly if he could when Dean’s hands made their way under his shirt, tracing over his stomach and up his ribs to playfully caress his nipples. He never wanted the use of his voice until that moment, when all he wanted was to tell Dean how much he loved him and wanted him at that very moment. He started pulling Dean’s jacket and Dean got the idea eventually, breaking the kiss long enough to shed his jacket and his shirt.
As Dean stripped, Castiel watched him intently, and he braced himself when Dean, leaving only his pants, climbed onto the bed again on top of Cas. He pulled Cas up so they both lay in the center instead of dangling at the side. Dean kissed him again and it was the most overwhelming feeling Cas had ever felt-until Dean began to rub his hand on Cas’ crotch.
Cas gasped silently, the friction new and unlike anything he felt before. Dean bit his earlobe and licked the reddened flesh. He looked at Castiel’s face after that, and Dean couldn’t help but be at awe at the beauty of Cas’ face, his cheeks flushed and his lips red and hanging open.
“I want to sleep with you, Cas… will you let me?” Dean asked.
Castiel brought his hand to the back of Dean’s head and kissed him. When they parted again, Cas nodded.
That was all the encouragement Dean needed and he proceeded to divest Cas of his clothing before undressing himself. Castiel watched intently as Dean removed his pants. He looked down at his crotch and marveled at the sight of his penis now fully erect. So this was what humans looked like when they were aroused.
He looked up at Dean just as Dean pulled his own pants down and his breath was caught. Dean’s cock was a sight to behold. It stood proudly, flushed dark with blood, with a white liquid pearling at the tip. He wanted to run his hands all over it… but Dean moved to the side and fished out a small bottle from the drawer. It was the healing ointment that Gabriel gave him before.
Dean took one of the pillows and maneuvered Cas so he could place it under Cas’ ass. Cas cocked his head to the side as he looked at the odd placement of the pillow. His attention was soon on Dean when the man opened the bottle and poured liquid onto his fingers. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.
Cas nodded and spread his legs and folded them with his feet planted on the mattress like Dean wanted. He was curious to see what Dean was going to do, and was beyond shocked when Dean bent down and took the tip of his cock in his mouth.
Cas shot up from the bed in surprise, and Dean pulled back and reassured him. “Relax, Cas, just lie down and relax,” he said before taking Cas into his mouth again.
Following Dean’s advice, Cas lied back down on the bed and opened his mouth to moan when Dean started sucking. He wanted to moan loudly, to release the feeling that was starting to overwhelm him, but he couldn’t. No sound still came from his mouth.
And even when he arched his back and tried to scream when he came down Dean’s throat, still he made no sound.
He lied there, boneless, and he watched with half hooded eyes as Dean moved his fingers below his balls, traced down his perineum and finally started feeling around his hole.
Then he felt it, the first breech of a finger in his hole, and it was both an uncomfortable and curious experience at the same time. He looked down on Dean, watched as Dean’s other hand stroked his own cock in time with the shallow thrusts of his finger in Castiel.
After what seemed like ages, Dean added another finger, and continued to thrust them both in Castiel. By this time, the uncomfortable feeling had all but vanished, and when Dean did something with his fingers, Castiel jerked on the bed, feeling like he was going to come again even if it was too much too soon.
Then Dean’s mouth descended again, licking his balls before lapping experimentally at Cas’ hole. He started licking around his fingers and the touch of his deft tongue on Cas’ rim left him near delirious, so he hardly noticed the addition of a third finger in the mix.
Dean pulled his fingers out eventually and with one last swipe of his tongue on Cas’ rim, he sat back up. Reaching for the bottle again, he poured the liquid on his cock and spread it. Then he moved towards Cas and positioned himself. He was struck by the mere sight of Castiel, sweaty and panting, his hair sticking to the sides of his face and it was almost enough for Dean to come right then and there. Squeezing the base of his cock, Dean lined himself up and pushed in.
Castiel’s mouth fell open at the feeling of the head of Dean’s cock pushing in. It felt almost too much, his muscles resisting the intrusion before finally opening up for Dean.
“Cas, you feel… so good…” Dean panted as he slowly slid in deeper and deeper, until he was finally as deep as he could go. He leaned down, capturing Cas’ open mouth in a kiss again before making short, shallow thrusts.
This was an entirely new experience for Cas. Every movement of Dean’s hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Then Dean pulled himself up again and started thrusting harder, faster, withdrawing up to the tip before slamming back inside Cas so hard, Cas was starting to see stars.
“Cas, Cas, baby, you’re amazing,” Dean said with each thrust. He held the back of Cas’ knees and pushed his legs further apart as he continued thrusting.
Cas wanted to scream. He wanted to moan Dean’s name for everyone to hear, wanted to shout every time Dean’s cock dragged against that spot inside him. He wanted to say Dean’s name with every breath and tell him how much he loved him over and over again. Now he felt like he knew what it was like to be on fire, to feel so much warmth you feel like you will explode.
And for the second time that night, he did.
The moment Cas came again, his muscles fluttered wildly around Dean’s cock and this proved too much for him. “Fuck, Cas, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dean said as he came deep inside Cas. He continued to thrust through his spend, and he collapsed on top of Cas, breathless and floating high.
He kissed Cas on the lips and sprinkled kisses down his jaw and neck. And Cas thought this was it, that maybe this was the moment Dean declared his love. “God, Cas…” Dean began, “I just… I…” he said, but he never continued.
He slipped out of Cas and rolled to his side, hugging Cas toward him.
Cas was slightly disappointed that Dean didn’t say it. But there would be other times, he thought, as he let himself drift off into a deep sleep.
+++
Castiel thought their coupling would’ve been enough for Dean to say he loved him. But he was wrong. The day the spell would end was drawing nearer and Castiel was running out of time. But he didn’t know what else to do.
Then, it came. The moment that shattered Castiel’s hope of ever remaining by Dean’s side.
PART 3
PART 1
Art link: Art Masterlist
Artist: terrorinyertub
Author: remivel
Fandom/Genre: SPN, Fairy Tale AU
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 14,500
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, borrows greatly from the Disney version of The Little Mermaid, Crowley as Ursula
Summary: Castiel was a merman who was born with the tail of a Great White Shark. Treated as an abomination by his own kind, Castiel found solace in observing humans and following their ships. He was content with watching them from afar, until he saved Dean, a human prince, from being killed by a shark. Soon, watching Dean from afar was not enough, and he wished to leave his life under the sea for a chance at being part of Dean's world.
PART 2
This is the guy that saved me, I’m sure,” Dean declared as they stood by the side of the bed and watched the doctor check over the unconscious man. “He looks hotter than I remember,” Dean said in awe as he leaned down to stare intently at the man’s sleeping face.
“I know the guy’s a stud muffin but back off Dean,” Gabriel said, pushing Dean away. “I’m trying to work.”
Dean rolled his eyes and moved back. Gabriel may have a serious attitude problem, but he was the best doctor in the land. Plus, he was pretty sure Gabe and Sam had a thing going on between them. “So what’s the verdict, doc? Is he going to wake up soon?”
“It’s hard to tell,” Gabriel said, pulling out a lollipop and popping it into his mouth. Then, Castiel began to stir and Gabriel gasped, “Oh wait! He’s waking up.”
Dean leaned in closer, and his breath hitched when the man finally opened his eyes-a bright shade of blue just like he remembered. He was right. This was the man he’d been searching for all this time.
Castiel blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus. The first thing he noticed was how dry everything was. But he had no time to process that, for he saw someone’s face leaning very close towards him.
“Hello,” he said cheerfully.
Castiel’s eyes grew wide and he sat up and away from the man, his arms flailing to his sides.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there,” he heard a familiar voice say, before two strong arms gripped his shoulders, steadying him on the soft thing he lay on.
Castiel turned his gaze to this man, and was surprised to see Dean’s face smiling at him-the face that he had only seen from afar, now mere inches away.
“You’re in the palace,” Dean explained. “I’m Dean, and this here is Gabriel,” he said, gesturing to the other man.
“Heya,” the man with a stick in his mouth said. “Call me Gabriel, or Gabe, or Doc, if you want. I am a doctor, you know,” he clarified, reaching his hand out for a shake.
Castiel just looked at the hand Gabriel extended with a confused expression. He turned back to look at Dean, and was instantly mesmerized by the beauty in his face.
“Do you remember me? I was the guy you saved from the sea a week ago,” Dean said.
Castiel nodded carefully.
Dean grinned. “That’s great. Hey, what’s your name?”
‘Castiel,’ Cas said, but no sound came out. He frowned and tried again, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he was still unable to utter a single word. He looked at Dean in helplessness, and his heart broke when he saw Dean’s face fall.
“You… you can’t speak?” Dean asked, his face falling. If this man couldn’t speak… could he really be the person who saved him?
Castiel shook his head. He remembered now. In exchange for legs, he had to give up his voice. At the thought of having legs, Castiel gasped. He shifted in the bed, quickly pulling off the blankets covering his body. And there he saw them, legs that extended almost as long as his tail. It was now covered in a strange, soft garment, but his feet peeked through the holes at the bottom and he wiggled them experimentally. Cas looked back up at Dean, his face bright and happy.
Dean chuckled. “Yeah, we couldn’t let you sleep in the palace without clothes, now, can we?”
Cas smiled in response.
“How are you feeling?” Gabriel asked Castiel.
Cas just cocked his head to the side before looking back down to his legs and gliding his hands down the soft fabric that covered his legs.
Dean followed the movement of the stranger’s hands and gulped nervously when the man’s fingers caressed the fabric that stretched rather nicely around his thighs.
“Aaaand I think it’s time we leave our guest to rest for a while,” Gabriel said, standing up from his stool. “Come along now, Dean,” Gabriel said.
Dean tore his gaze away from the man’s hands and smiled sheepishly when Gabriel shot him a knowing look. He looked back to his guest. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? Get some rest,” he said before he followed Gabriel out of the room.
Cas longingly followed Dean with his eyes. He didn’t want to be left alone in this strange, dry place.
“Thank goodness you’re awake,” he heard Balthazar say.
Castiel looked to the side to see the crab emerge from behind a flower vase on the side table.
“Are you all right?” Balthazar asked.
Castiel nodded and pointed at his feet enthusiastically.
“Yes, I can see you have feet,” he said, jumping to the bed and crawling towards Cas’ feet. “Can you use them?”
Castiel lifted his foot up and accidentally slammed it down on top of the crab.
“Ouch! Okay, I get it, you can use it. Let’s try practicing how to walk, shall we?” Balthazar said.
Castiel looked at him in confusion. He thought Balthazar would be angry at him for making a deal with a sea demon, but Balthazar was here, trying to help him out. It warmed his heart.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Balthazar said. “There’s nothing we can do. The deal has been made. What we can do now is make that prince of yours fall in love with you.”
Castiel smiled.
“Here’s what we’ll do…”
+++
The next day, Dean invited Castiel to go out to see the kingdom. Cas stepped out of the castle and his face lit up once the sunlight hit his face. Land was really very different from the ocean, and he marveled at the strong beasts that pulled their carriage, and was fascinated by everything he saw: the fruits in the market, the colorful garments in the shops, even the people just passing by.
At first he felt self conscious. Surely they’d know he was different. Every time he went to the marketplace underwater, people stared at him and the children screamed and cried when they saw his tail. But it wasn’t the same on land. He looked down at his legs again, and at the people walking by. He wasn’t a freak anymore. For the first time in his life, he belonged.
Meanwhile, Dean was enamored by the child-like way Cas looked at things. His big eyes grew impossibly wider at the sight of pigs rolling in the mud, and he walked toward them, with every intent to study them closer. Dean grabbed him by the arm just as he was about to enter the pen. “Whoa, easy there. You’ll get your feet and your clothes dirty.”
Cas cocked his head to the side. ‘Dirty?’ he thought. Then he realized what Dean meant and he nodded in understanding. ‘Of course, I can get dirty now,’ Cas thought.
“Here… I know a place you might like…” Dean said with a bright smile.
They rode in their carriage again and after a few minutes, they stopped by a large, grassy field. Dean brought out a picnic basket. “Lunch,” Dean said.
Cas sat on the grass next to Dean, and he couldn’t help but run his hands along the blades of grass. It was so very different than the sea grass, and when a butterfly came flitting close, Cas’ eyes were glued to its beautiful wings. It was almost like magic.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this is your first time seeing a butterfly,” Dean said in amusement.
Cas looked away from the butterfly quickly. He didn’t want Dean to think he was weird. That was the last thing he wanted right now. He needed Dean to like him. Even Balthazar told him to try and act normal. He could not screw this up.
“Sandwich?” Dean asked, handing him something square and covered in paper. It didn’t look too appetizing.
‘This is food?’ Castiel thought and was about to bite into it when he saw Dean unwrapping the square to reveal something that looked far more edible than the paper. Castiel mimicked Dean and unwrapped his too and took a large bite. It tasted better than he expected, and when they were through eating, they just lied down on the grass and watched the clouds.
Then Dean started talking again, and Castiel thought it didn’t matter that he couldn’t speak. He loved listening to Dean’s stories. He talked enough for the both of them: about his brother, about his dog, the kingdom, his parents… and every time he spoke, Cas couldn’t help but stare at him.
Dean looked back at Cas on the grass and was struck by the admiration on his face. He felt the sudden urge to kiss him, and before he could stop himself, he leaned down and did so. It was a soft, chaste kiss at first that became more passionate when Cas brought his arm around Dean’s neck. When they parted, Castiel was blushing and he almost didn’t want to part from Dean. Then he remembered Crowley tell him that everybody kissed nowadays and frowned. If it was only a kiss that Crowley wanted, then he would’ve already succeeded in becoming a human completely.
+++
After their lunch in the field, Dean invited Castiel to ride on a boat at a lagoon. Cas was reluctant at first. He didn’t want to go to somewhere with water again. However, when Dean rowed the boat in the picturesque lagoon, Castiel had to admit this freshwater area held some appeal. But he was mostly looking at Dean’s face instead.
“Have you always been this way? I mean, I apologize for asking…. But it’s been bothering me,” Dean began.
Castiel tilted his head to the side in question.
“I mean… have you been unable to speak for a long time?” Dean asked.
Castiel shook his head at that.
Dean’s face brightened momentarily. “That’s great! I- I mean… It’s not great that you can’t speak. It’s great coz that means you were really the one who saved me, right?”
Castiel nodded.
“We have to find out what’s wrong. Maybe it’s just temporary. I have so many questions… like do you know your palm print is seared on my shoulder? How did that happen?” Dean asked.
Castiel looked alarmed for a second before he shook his head and waved his hands to gesture ‘No’. He didn’t want to lie to him, but Dean can’t know he was a merman. How could he ever love him if he was something other than human?
Dean’s enthusiasm was tempered by Cas’ vehement denial. “So you don’t know how that happened?” Dean asked.
Cas lied and shook his head.
“But you saved me… on the beach that day, that was you?” he asked again.
Castiel nodded in response.
That reassured Dean and he smiled brightly at Cas.
“You know, I feel so weird not knowing your name,” Dean remarked.
Castiel looked at him curiously. ‘You want to know my name?’ he thought.
“Hey, how about I try and guess your name?” Dean asked.
Cas nodded enthusiastically.
“Mmm… let’s see… first name that comes to mind is… Misha?”
Cas looked at Dean like he’d grown a second head.
Dean laughed. “Okay, sorry, sorry. That sounded like a girl’s name anyway. I bet your name is something better… something with more appeal…. How about Dmitri?”
Castiel cringed and stuck his tongue out in disgust.
“Okay, not Dmitri then.”
In Castiel’s pocket, Balthazar rolled his eyes. “This human is hopeless…” he mumbled.
“Let me see… Jake? Emmanuel? Dave?” Dean guessed, and each time Cas shook his head and looked at him weirdly. “Okay, I quit,” he said with a laugh. “Is there any way I can find out your name?”
Castiel watched Dean’s face for a moment, and he felt helpless since he couldn’t find a way to tell him.
From his pocket, he heard Balthazar grumble. “Must I do everything?” he asked. “You’re lucky I wasn’t cursed and I still have my magic. I’ll help you out. Now do it like this…”
Castiel listened to Balthazar’s instructions, then slowly reached for Dean’s hand.
Dean let Castiel take his hand, and was surprised when Castiel placed Dean’s fingers on his lips. They were soft to the touch, and suddenly Dean was inexplicably hyperaware of every minute movement of Castiel’s lips, and soon he realized Castiel was carefully forming the syllables of his name.
“Cas… okay, Cas-tee-yel? Casteeyel?” Dean asked. “Is that your name? Castiel?”
Castiel nodded, taking Dean’s hand off his lips and letting it go.
Dean looked down at his fingers, unable to forget the feeling of Castiel’s lips on his skin. It was almost like… magic.
A wide grin slowly formed on Dean’s face. “Castiel… Castiel…” he repeated. “That’s a really nice name. It’s kind of a mouthful though. How ‘bout ‘Cas’? Do you mind if I call you Cas?”
Castiel shook his head and smiled.
“Cas… Cas… I could get used to saying your name,” Dean said.
Castiel’s smile widened. In his pocket, Balthazar rolled his eyes again. “Humans.”
+++
Several days passed and Cas was learning so much about Dean and about living on land. And he found himself falling further in love with both. Dean found out Cas liked to go to the field, so he’d go with him there every day. Sometimes they played with a ball, other times they went there to play with Impala. The dog loved Cas, because although Cas couldn’t speak, he understood what she was saying, and the dog knew it and adored him for it.
“Throw the stick, Castiel. Please throw the stick,” she said excitedly. Cas smiled and did as he was told. He watched Impala run after the stick and Dean chuckled. “I can’t believe how much Baby likes you. I’m feeling sort of jealous,” Dean said.
Castiel looked at Dean and tilted his head to the side. ‘Jealous? Of whom?’ he thought.
+++
He got to know Sam and Gabriel as well. Though he didn’t look it, Sam was a scholar and he loved books and reading. Gabriel, on the other hand, was a trickster. He was well respected as a doctor, but he often joked and played pranks on the brothers, and at times, on Castiel as well.
He was also dangerously perceptive, and he was the first to notice Castiel’s affections for the prince. “You like Dean, don’t you?” he asked, out of the blue, while they were in the reading room.
Castiel was startled by the question, but found no reason to deny it, so he nodded.
Gabriel made a satisfied sound. “I thought as much,” he said. “Don’t worry,” he reassured. “He likes you too. You’re definitely his type,” Gabriel told him.
Cas could only blush at that.
“He might not tell you that himself, ‘cause Deano isn’t a really big fan of emotional love confessions… he hates those kinds of things,” he explained.
Castiel tried to hide the disappointment on his face at that revelation. Dean may have affection for him but he will never say it out loud? What then? What hope did he have now of remaining human?
“Nawww, don’t look like that,” Gabriel said when he noticed the glum look on Castiel’s face. “Don’t let Dean’s emotional constipation bring you down,” he said. “You can always just punch the words out of him if that’s what you want,” he said with a wink.
This made Castiel smile. Oh, if only it were that easy.
+++
Before Castiel knew it, two whole weeks have passed, and nothing had changed between him and Dean. Since then, they’ve shared a handful of kisses, and it was great. It felt great. But it was not enough.
“We’ve only got half a month left, Castiel,” Balthazar reminded him. “Now, it’s obvious that the prince adores you… but we don’t need him to adore you. We need him to love you! Do you want to go back to the ocean and get turned into a shark by that slimy Crowley?”
Castiel looked at him worriedly and shook his head.
“I thought so. We have to up our game.”
Castiel cocked his head to the side in confusion.
“You‘ve got to stop being a blushing maid when you see Dean. You have to be the aggressor this time,” Balthazar said. “You have to seduce him.”
Castiel’s eyes grew wide at the notion. ‘Seduce? How?’ he mouthed.
The crab smirked. “Castiel, my dear, you asked the right person.”
+++
A banquet was being held for Sam’s birthday the next day, and guests from all over the kingdom and beyond arrived at the castle for the celebration. The large patio overlooking the sea was alive with music and merriment, the guests enjoying the best food and wine the kingdom of Winchester had to offer. Prince Dean, however, was preoccupied with other matters.
“What’s taking Cas so long…” Dean said, looking up the stairs. “Bobby, Ellen and Jo are arriving any minute from their trip. I want them to meet him,” he said. Ever since his mother died and his father chose to live in their castle in the outskirts, Bobby and Ellen have acted like Sam and Dean’s second parents, and Jo their little sister.
“As what?” Gabriel scoffed. “Your eternal guest? Or the guy you’re pretty sure you want to drag to your bedroom and spend some profound bonding time with?” Gabriel asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Dean pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck. “Shut up, Gabe. That’s not what it’s like.”
“Oh right… you just totally enjoy making out with the man and don’t want to do anything else,” Gabriel quipped.
Dean balked. “How did you-“
“Sam told me,” Gabriel said, popping a chocolate ball he plucked from the table into his mouth. “When are you ever going to learn you can’t hide anything from Sam?”
Dean frowned. “Dammit, Sammy,” he cursed.
Jo approached him just then and covered his eyes. “Guess who?”
A wide grin spread across Dean’s face. “I don’t know… smells like fish and sea so it can only be Jo the runt,” Dean said playfully.
Jo kicked him in the back of his leg before letting go of him. “You’re still an ass, as usual.”
Dean turned around and hugged Jo tightly. “Welcome back, kiddo,” he said.
+++
Cas walked down the stairs, smoothing his hands down his dress pants. Sam brought these charming formal clothes to his room that afternoon, saying Gabriel picked it for Cas to wear to the banquet. He had to admit, it was a beautiful garment, the dark pants clung to his thighs wonderfully, and the jacket he wore fit his waist and shoulders perfectly. Sam said himself, he looked dashing. He wondered if Dean would say the same.
With his heart pounding hard in his chest, he walked down to the banquet, eyes searching for Dean in the crowd. He found him next to Gabriel… and he had a woman in his arms.
Castiel felt his face grow pale as he continued down the steps. He stopped at the bottom, where the guests were walking around or dancing. He didn’t know whether he should approach Dean or not. He watched Dean and the woman part and talk animatedly with each other and felt his gut twist with jealousy. What if Dean never came to love him? The thought weighed heavily in his mind, and without thinking, he took a glass offered to him by one of the servers and drank it all in one spot. He cringed and gave the glass back to the surprised waiter. Dean loved this liquid. He drank it often at dinner, and sometimes during snack. It tasted bitter, but Cas still took one more glass from the waiter. This drink always made Dean look happy. Maybe he could feel the same way after drinking it, he thought as he quietly made his way down the side and onto the beach below.
He sat himself down on the sand and looked out at the ocean in front of him. He missed his father and his brothers and he missed his home. But he had never felt happy at home. He felt happy here, on land, with Dean. But Dean…
He shook the thought of Dean hugging that woman. He looked at the red liquid in his glass. So much like that red liquid that he drank at Crowley’s cave. He didn’t regret his decision. He loved every minute he was spending as a human, and if he was going to spend the rest of his life as Crowley’s pet shark, then so be it. Cas downed the glass in one go and stood up. He felt his feet wobble beneath him but he still made his way back to where the people gathered. He should get back. It was Sam’s banquet after all, and it would be rude to Sam if he didn’t attend. Plus, Gabriel went to great lengths to give him this outfit. He didn’t want to disappoint.
When he climbed back to the open area, Dean spotted him immediately. “Hey! Where’d you run off to?”
Castiel looked back to the ocean and Dean shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. Come, there’re people I’d like you to meet,” Dean said, holding him by the arm and guiding him into the crowd. When Cas’ feet wobbled again, Dean tightened his hold on Cas’ arm. “Wait, were you drinking?” he asked.
Castiel nodded and showed him the empty glass.
Dean plucked the glass from his fingers and handed it to a server. “How much have you had?”
Castiel raised two fingers.
“Okay, that’s not a lot. But it seems like you’re a lightweight,” Dean commented.
Castiel frowned. He looked down at his body. He certainly wasn’t a heavy set man, but he wasn’t stick thin either. Why did Dean say he was light? When Cas looked up again, they were approaching a table, and Cas frowned when he saw the woman sitting there with an elderly couple.
“Is that him?” the old man asked.
“Yeah,” Dean said with a grin. “Guys, this is Castiel. Castiel, this is Bobby, Ellen, and Jo,” he said, introducing his companions.
Castiel stared at their faces with wide eyes. Then he sighed as he shook each of their hands. So the woman before was Jo… someone Dean mentioned he treated like a real sister. Castiel’s relief was beyond words… or well, beyond anything.
“He’s cute!” Jo said, eyeing Cas up and down.
Dean rolled his eyes. “He can’t speak but he can hear you fine, Jo.”
Jo grinned. “I know,” she said, winking at Castiel.
Dean grabbed Castiel’s arm possessively. “Back off, harpy.”
Jo sneered at him and continued to eat her food.
“Cas and I are gonna grab some food to eat too, okay?” Dean said, before guiding Cas away again and sitting him down on a chair. “Don’t move,” Dean said, before he left him there.
Dean returned moments later with a plate full of assorted food. The roasted pork and mashed potatoes looked delicious, though when Cas saw the tails of a couple of shrimp, he cringed.
“You should eat something,” Dean said. “Alcohol on an empty stomach is not so good.”
Castiel looked up at him worriedly before nodding and eating the food Dean gave him.
+++
Later that night, Dean took it in himself to bring Castiel up to his room. Although Cas was far from intoxicated, he was a bit wobbly on his feet and Dean wanted to make sure he didn’t fall and hurt himself.
Dean entered Castiel’s room and helped him out of his jacket. He felt his heart start to race as Castiel stripped out of his waistcoat, until all that remained of his upper garment was the thin, white dress shirt he wore. The shirt was wide and open at the neck too and when Castiel bent down, the shirt slid down one side, revealing a shoulder. Dean gulped audibly before shaking his head and helping Castiel out of his boots.
He pushed Cas to sit down on the bed before he kneeled down in front of him and started undoing the laces. “Next time, drink only what you can,” he said just as he finished pulling off Cas’ boots. When he looked up, he was caught by the heavy stare Cas gave him and before he knew it, Cas was leaning down and kissing him.
Like all of their kisses before, it was electric. Unlike the others before this, however, Cas was a whole lot more responsive, tongue darting in Dean’s mouth even before Dean could react. Before he could even think twice about what he was doing, Dean was pushing Cas down on the bed and pulling the tails of his shirt loose from his pants.
Cas would have moaned loudly if he could when Dean’s hands made their way under his shirt, tracing over his stomach and up his ribs to playfully caress his nipples. He never wanted the use of his voice until that moment, when all he wanted was to tell Dean how much he loved him and wanted him at that very moment. He started pulling Dean’s jacket and Dean got the idea eventually, breaking the kiss long enough to shed his jacket and his shirt.
As Dean stripped, Castiel watched him intently, and he braced himself when Dean, leaving only his pants, climbed onto the bed again on top of Cas. He pulled Cas up so they both lay in the center instead of dangling at the side. Dean kissed him again and it was the most overwhelming feeling Cas had ever felt-until Dean began to rub his hand on Cas’ crotch.
Cas gasped silently, the friction new and unlike anything he felt before. Dean bit his earlobe and licked the reddened flesh. He looked at Castiel’s face after that, and Dean couldn’t help but be at awe at the beauty of Cas’ face, his cheeks flushed and his lips red and hanging open.
“I want to sleep with you, Cas… will you let me?” Dean asked.
Castiel brought his hand to the back of Dean’s head and kissed him. When they parted again, Cas nodded.
That was all the encouragement Dean needed and he proceeded to divest Cas of his clothing before undressing himself. Castiel watched intently as Dean removed his pants. He looked down at his crotch and marveled at the sight of his penis now fully erect. So this was what humans looked like when they were aroused.
He looked up at Dean just as Dean pulled his own pants down and his breath was caught. Dean’s cock was a sight to behold. It stood proudly, flushed dark with blood, with a white liquid pearling at the tip. He wanted to run his hands all over it… but Dean moved to the side and fished out a small bottle from the drawer. It was the healing ointment that Gabriel gave him before.
Dean took one of the pillows and maneuvered Cas so he could place it under Cas’ ass. Cas cocked his head to the side as he looked at the odd placement of the pillow. His attention was soon on Dean when the man opened the bottle and poured liquid onto his fingers. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.
Cas nodded and spread his legs and folded them with his feet planted on the mattress like Dean wanted. He was curious to see what Dean was going to do, and was beyond shocked when Dean bent down and took the tip of his cock in his mouth.
Cas shot up from the bed in surprise, and Dean pulled back and reassured him. “Relax, Cas, just lie down and relax,” he said before taking Cas into his mouth again.
Following Dean’s advice, Cas lied back down on the bed and opened his mouth to moan when Dean started sucking. He wanted to moan loudly, to release the feeling that was starting to overwhelm him, but he couldn’t. No sound still came from his mouth.
And even when he arched his back and tried to scream when he came down Dean’s throat, still he made no sound.
He lied there, boneless, and he watched with half hooded eyes as Dean moved his fingers below his balls, traced down his perineum and finally started feeling around his hole.
Then he felt it, the first breech of a finger in his hole, and it was both an uncomfortable and curious experience at the same time. He looked down on Dean, watched as Dean’s other hand stroked his own cock in time with the shallow thrusts of his finger in Castiel.
After what seemed like ages, Dean added another finger, and continued to thrust them both in Castiel. By this time, the uncomfortable feeling had all but vanished, and when Dean did something with his fingers, Castiel jerked on the bed, feeling like he was going to come again even if it was too much too soon.
Then Dean’s mouth descended again, licking his balls before lapping experimentally at Cas’ hole. He started licking around his fingers and the touch of his deft tongue on Cas’ rim left him near delirious, so he hardly noticed the addition of a third finger in the mix.
Dean pulled his fingers out eventually and with one last swipe of his tongue on Cas’ rim, he sat back up. Reaching for the bottle again, he poured the liquid on his cock and spread it. Then he moved towards Cas and positioned himself. He was struck by the mere sight of Castiel, sweaty and panting, his hair sticking to the sides of his face and it was almost enough for Dean to come right then and there. Squeezing the base of his cock, Dean lined himself up and pushed in.
Castiel’s mouth fell open at the feeling of the head of Dean’s cock pushing in. It felt almost too much, his muscles resisting the intrusion before finally opening up for Dean.
“Cas, you feel… so good…” Dean panted as he slowly slid in deeper and deeper, until he was finally as deep as he could go. He leaned down, capturing Cas’ open mouth in a kiss again before making short, shallow thrusts.
This was an entirely new experience for Cas. Every movement of Dean’s hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Then Dean pulled himself up again and started thrusting harder, faster, withdrawing up to the tip before slamming back inside Cas so hard, Cas was starting to see stars.
“Cas, Cas, baby, you’re amazing,” Dean said with each thrust. He held the back of Cas’ knees and pushed his legs further apart as he continued thrusting.
Cas wanted to scream. He wanted to moan Dean’s name for everyone to hear, wanted to shout every time Dean’s cock dragged against that spot inside him. He wanted to say Dean’s name with every breath and tell him how much he loved him over and over again. Now he felt like he knew what it was like to be on fire, to feel so much warmth you feel like you will explode.
And for the second time that night, he did.
The moment Cas came again, his muscles fluttered wildly around Dean’s cock and this proved too much for him. “Fuck, Cas, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dean said as he came deep inside Cas. He continued to thrust through his spend, and he collapsed on top of Cas, breathless and floating high.
He kissed Cas on the lips and sprinkled kisses down his jaw and neck. And Cas thought this was it, that maybe this was the moment Dean declared his love. “God, Cas…” Dean began, “I just… I…” he said, but he never continued.
He slipped out of Cas and rolled to his side, hugging Cas toward him.
Cas was slightly disappointed that Dean didn’t say it. But there would be other times, he thought, as he let himself drift off into a deep sleep.
+++
Castiel thought their coupling would’ve been enough for Dean to say he loved him. But he was wrong. The day the spell would end was drawing nearer and Castiel was running out of time. But he didn’t know what else to do.
Then, it came. The moment that shattered Castiel’s hope of ever remaining by Dean’s side.
PART 3
PART 1