Soul Dwelling (Chapters 3,4and 5) NC-17, Dean/Castiel
Soul Dwelling
Book 1 of the Genesis six series
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance, drama, Violence, Au, Humor,
Spoiles: Set after season 6 episode the man who would be king
Summary: Dean knew one thing for sure; this was not the King James Version.
Book 1 of the Genesis 6 series.
Part 3
They were in the basement of an abandoned plastic factory. Dean stood in the corner, watching quietly as Castiel completed the circle for his “cleansing”.
“So, this soul cleansing is what exactly?”
Castiel carefully drew Enochian symbols in the middle of the circle. “It’s a simple blessing in Enochian Dean.”
“Oh.” He answered. “And this “ritual” is supposed to allow a-“
“A child,” Castiel said softly, “a Nephilim.”
Dean shook the shiver he felt hit his body at the mention of a kid coming onto the scene. “So, all I have to do is what?” He watched as Castiel paused in his ministrations before continuing.
“You have to say yes.”
Dean snorted. “Of course. But, that can’t be all. What’s going to happen?”
Balthazar, who had been quiet until now, began to chuckle.
Dean glared at him. “What’s so funny?”
“You are human.” Balthazar laughed. He glanced at Castiel who was slowly standing up in the middle of the circle. “Brother, you must tell him the truth. Just so I can see the reaction on his face.”
Dean turned from Balthazar to address Castiel. “What is he talking about?”
“You will change.” Castiel explained carefully.
Dean, tired of the riddles glared at the Angel. “Change?” He asked. “Change how Cas?”
Castiel opened his mouth to answer, but Balthazar cut him to the point.
“You’ll grow a vagina and breasts. Is that clear enough for you or do you need a diagram drawn?”
Castiel glared at his brother.
Dean blinked. Then blinked again. “I’ll grow a-” He glanced at Cas. “What the hell is he talking about Cas?”
There was a discomfort and hesitance in Castiel’s expression as he answered Dean’s question. “There are certain criteria that must be met in order for this to work.”
“Like me turning into a chick?!” Dean growled.
Balthazar rolled his eyes. “Do you not know how human children are carried?”
“Fuck you!” Dean growled stepping forward, he paused when Cas stepped in front of him. He glared at his best friend. “I thought all I had to do was give up some blood and then there would be a baby!” He knew that sounded stupid, even to his own ears.
“You bare my mark.” Castiel repeated as if that explained everything. “Your soul bares my mark Dean.”
Dean swallowed feeling extremely uncomfortable with Castiel’s intense stare. He stepped back. “I don’t know what that means.”
Castiel took another step closer. “It means…Dean it means-”
Balthazar, tired of talking in circles cut in smoothly. “It means trench coat here is in love with you. Always has, always will be. Now can we get a move on with this before I vomit up my vessel’s insides from disgust?”
Dean’s eyes slid from Balthazar’s back to Castiel who was staring at him with slightly wide eyes. This was his second time hearing that from that dick Balthazar, but the first time was said in jest and Dean was able to push the silly statement far into the recesses of his mind. However, now faced with the same “revelation” Dean knew he could not play stupid this time. He swallowed the giant lump he felt forming in his throat as he stared at Castiel.
Seconds ticked by with neither saying anything. The more time passed, the more worried Castiel looked. “Dean I’m-“
Dean shook his head. “Shh!” He hushed. “Just shut up. Give me a second to think for Christ sake!” he turned his back to both Angels, his thoughts running in circles. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Castiel touched his shoulder.
“Dean,” He said cautiously. “We don’t have much time.”
Dean nodded, gathering up all of the mental strength he had. He turned to face the Angels. “I’m still doing this.” He noted the relief on Castiel’s face and the surprise on Balthazar’s own. He glared at Cas. “I should kick your feathery ass for hiding something like this from me.”
Castiel shrugged. “Honestly, I didn’t think we’d get this far.” He gestured over his shoulder. “Please, step into the circle.”
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The Cleansing took all of two minutes, but it filled Dean with warmth that made him feel kind of giddy on the inside. Of course he would never admit this out loud to anyone. Dean had a sneaking suspicion that Castiel knew anyway.
He silently watched the other Angel as he paced. Suriel would be arriving soon and Dean could feel the nervous tension in the air. Dean was still digesting the not so surprising news about Castiel’s feelings for him. Well, not so much as digesting as he was avoiding. Avoidance was something Dean was good at, but if he was completely honest with himself, this avoidance thing wouldn’t work for long; especially with the evidence of him turning into a chick and having a baby staring him in the face. He shook his head. Man, this was some fucked up weird shit.
The air was suddenly displaced by the power of beating wings, and Suriel was before them, her small vessel seeming larger than it was. Her power made Dean’s left eye twitch.
Suriel glanced briefly over her surroundings before her eyes fell on Dean. “Well,” She said softly. “Look at you, all spit shined and pure.” She glanced at Castiel who now stood beside Dean. “Are we ready?”
Dean idly wondered if he was going to have to kneel down to her level.
“Yes.” Castiel answered. He glanced at Dean who merely shrugged.
Suriel nodded once beside reaching up and resting her small hand on Dean’s shoulder. She smiled from the way Dean tensed. “Relax.” She said softly. She grasped Castiel’s right hand in her own. “Do you consent to this?” She asked Dean.
“Yes.” Dean murmured without hesitance.
She nodded once. “Alright then.” She closed her eyes and began to murmur in enochian. Dean kept his eyes on Castiel, who was watching him with a serious expression. Just as soon as she closed her eyes, she was opening them again. “All done.”
Dean blinked in surprise. “That’s it?” He asked glancing around. “That-” He trailed off as his world suddenly tilted sideways. He stumbled backwards, ignoring Castiel’s steadying hands. The pain started shortly thereafter. If anyone could ask Dean what the pain of being split in half feels like while simultaneously being set on fire felt like, he would say it sucks. Someone was screaming and it only took him a moment to realize that it was him.
“Dean!” Castiel shouted as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fainted, Castiel’s strong arms catching him before he hit the ground.
^^^^
Part 4
Suriel had not visited a human’s heaven for a millennium, having lost interest in them since then. Now she stood in the middle of a ten year old girl’s heaven, a never ending Saturday where she played a variety of games with her best friends. Childish laughter rang high into the host.
Children were so innocent.
Much could be said for her sudden visit to a human’s heaven. She could already hear the curious buzzing of the host, wondering at her change of interest. She sighed heavily as she felt her brother behind her.
“Raphael.” She greeted.
“Suriel.” Raphael greeted back. “It is a surprise to see you here. I thought your interest in humans failed long ago.”
“Yes well, perhaps I needed a change of scenery.” She turned when Raphael did not respond. She was unsurprised by the anger in his eyes. “You wish to say something to me brother?”
“Why?” Raphael burst out. “Why would you do it?”
“I think I’ve been on the sidelines for far too long.”
Raphael stepped forward. “And you decide to grant such…to allow this abortion to be born! It’s Blasphemous against our father’s word!”
Suriel shook her head. “Our father is gone Raphael. You being the traditionalist you are should be aware of the old ways. “
Rapahel’s wings spanned from his back as he used his true voice. “This is not God’s will!”
Suriel was not moved by this display of power. She was far more powerful than her younger brother. “No. It is choice. And I chose to allow this. God is gone Raphael.” She repeated softly. “Humans have a right to defend the life that our father granted them, just as you have the right to defend “his will”. The humans will have their champion.”
“I will call an assembly for this.”
Suriel waved her hand. “Do what you will, but it is done. You’ve waited for years Raphael, what’s a few more?”
Raphael was gone with a beat of angry wings, and Suriel went back to watching the human souls.
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“Dean?”
That voice was familiar. Dean struggled to open his eyes.
“Dean? Wake up.”
Dean’s eyes fluttered open with a groan.
“Dean?”
Something warm touched his forehead as he fought trying to keep focus on the familiar face in front of him.
Castiel’s face finally came into focus. He looked relieved and worried at the same time. “You’re awake.” He said softly. “How do you feel?”
Dean tried to speak, but found he couldn’t. His throat tightened up and he began to cough. Castiel was quickly lifting his head, bringing a glass of water to his lips. Dean drank greedily , lifting his hand to steady the glass as he drank.
He fell back with a satisfied sigh. He glanced around his surroundings, noticing for the first time he was in a huge bedroom.
“We are in Philadelphia,” Castiel explained, answering dean’s question. “Balthazar secured a place for us for the time being.” He tilted his head in question. “How do you feel?”
Dean swallowed before answering. “Awesome.” He said and frowned as he realized his voice sounded weird. “Awesome.” He repeated, noting the voice coming from his throat sounded much higher and feminine. He swallowed and glanced at Castiel. “Cas?” He asked. “What’s-” He lifted his hands, his eyes widening in shock at how small and womanly they were.
“Dean?” Castiel said quietly. “Are you alright?”
“It worked.” He said as he sat up.
Cas nodded, reaching out to help Dean as he stumbled out of bed. “Are you alright?” He repeated.
Dean’s mouth opened to answer, but no sound came out. It worked. He was a chick now and he knew he should be freaking out. He wanted to freak out. He wanted to run screaming from the room, but he said yes. “Yes.” He answered. “I’m alright.”
Castiel stared at him, assessing him; clearly trying to see if he was lying or not. “Okay.” He seemed satisfied.
Dean glanced down at his now small body, noting he was still wearing his clothes which were now baggy and hanging off of him. “How long w as i out for?”
“Two days.” Cas answered.
Dean’s eyes widened. “Two days?” He asked incredulously. He ran his hand down his face. “Okay.” He said. “Okay.” He repeated. He turned to go into what he assumed was the bathroom. “I need some space.” He said quietly, shutting the door behind himself.
88
The water had run cold, but Dean hadn’t noticed, too entranced was he with the fact that he had tits now. They were awesome tits too. Nice and firm the perfect size. He suddenly shivered as he finally realized the water was stone cold. He quickly hopped out of the shower, reaching for the bathrobe that hung on the door. He wrapped himself into the robe and grabbed a towel to dry his now shoulder length hair. He tossed the towel onto the floor and stared at himself in the mirror.
It was him, but different. It was the same green eyes, but wider. The same nose, but smaller scattered with the same stupid freckles that Sam teases him about. His lips were the same, but more fuller now that his face was smaller and rounder. He opened his robe and looked down at himself. Same scars, same anti-possession tattoo.
He closed his robe and tied the belt tight. “Fucking weird.” He murmured. He knew he had an Angel to face , and if he closed his eyes he could picture Castiel patiently waiting for him, probably still standing in the same spot he left him in an hour ago. He took a deep breath and opened the door, peaking out into the bedroom. He was surprised to see the Angel, sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.
Dean felt a strange pang as he stared at his friend. He knew that look. It was the look of someone who had the world on his shoulders. “Hey.”
Castiel lifted his head. “Hello Dean.” He stood up.
Dean gave him a small smile as he made his way to stand in front of his friend. He was kind of tall for a chick, but Castiel seemed to tower over him. “So…I’m a chick now.”
Castiel nodded. “You are. Dean, thank you for..” He was cut off by Dean’s hand over his mouth.
Dean shrugged. “Don’t really need a thank you yah know. “
Cas nodded and he removed his hand. “You are still you Dean female or not. Your soul is still the same.”
Dean was surprised from the comfort those words brought him. “Thanks Cas.” An awkward silence descended between them and Dean rubbed the back of his neck, feeling strangely exposed.
“Dean?” Cas was giving him that intense stare that had the hairs on the back of Dean’s neck raise.
“Yeah, Cas?”
“May I kiss you?”
Dean blinked in surprise before answering. “Yeah.”
^^^^
Part 5
His kisses were kind of sloppy and a whole lot of clumsy, but he made up for it in eagerness. If Dean wasn’t so turned on, he would have found this whole thing so amusing. It would totally amuse him with the way Castiel’s strong arms tightened around his now tiny girl waist, but it totally turned him on. It would amuse him the way he had to practically tiptoe to kiss the angel’s lush mouth, but it was way too awesome for Dean. Dean groaned and tightened his arms around Cas’s neck as he sucked obscenely on the Angel’s tongue. He could feel Castiel’s hardness pressing insistently against his stomach and he shivered. He pulled away with a gasp.
“Need to breathe.” Dean panted as he stared at Castiel. The angel stood there, lips wet and eyes wide. His dress shirt was halfway unbuttoned, his tie was askew. Dean’s eyes slid down between Castiel’s licking his lips from the prominent tent in his pants. Being honest with himself, deep down dean knew this would happen. He just never expected that he would be turned into a chick, and would be getting knocked up by a hot soon to be ex-virgin Angel. He felt a rush of slightly hysterical laughter bubble up from his throat.
Castiel’s dazed expression cleared and he tilted his head to the side, his expression concerned. “Dean?” He asked.
His laughter, he noted was high and girlish, which in turn made him laugh harder. He placed his hands over his mouth to cover the sound, stepping back when Cas reached for him. The back of his legs hit the bed and he fell back, still laughing, tears coming to his eyes. He was having a nervous breakdown, he realized.
Thinking back on the past year, this day was long overdue. Dean was just pissed that it had to happen in the middle of him getting spectacularly laid.
Castiel was suddenly towering over him, his face concerned. “Dean?” He asked.
Dean’s hysterical laughter abruptly stopped when the Angel sat next to him. He sniffed and wiped his eyes, finding it strange that he was crying in front of Cas. He hated crying, more so in front of people. “I’m freaking out.” He said softly, his throat hoarse.
Castiel merely nodded and rubbed the back of his neck in his nervousness. “We don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Dean snorted and rolled his pretty eyes. “Hell no! We are doing this, freak out or not.” He glanced up at his Angel, unsurprised at the relief that shown in his eyes. Dean blinked and cleared his mind. Yes, this was fucking weird, but hell he was a Winchester, he eats weird for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Dean knew by the look on Castiel’s face that he was clearly out of his element. Dean was not. Dean was an expert in this, Dean knew sex.
88
The urgency felt earlier was gone, and in its place a calm mood that had both parties in no rush to get on with the main event. Both lying naked in the middle of the king sized bed, Dean lay beside Castiel who just a few minutes ago lay stiff as a board beside him. Dean lifted his leg and rested it between Castiel’s own as his roaming hands caressed the Angel’s previously taut muscles into further relaxation. They hadn’t said a word since his nervous breakdown, instead opting to kiss and tongue each other until Dean couldn’t breathe.
Dean’s eyes raked down the Angel’s body for probably the twentieth time. Dean was surprised to see how much smaller Cas was under all those layers of clothing, but regardless of that fact, Dean could still feel the sinew and power coursing through the angel. His hands caressed Castiel’s stomach before moving lower.
Castiel’s eyes widened and he tensed all over against from the pleasure he felt from one simple touch. “Dean!” He moaned out as Dean’s small hand stroked him.
‘Fuck.’ Dean thought as he stroked slightly harder, licking his lips from the tiny pearl of cum slipped from the angel’s cock. Dean had this done to him enough times to know what a guy would like, but he’d never thought he would ever be on this side of it. He must admit it was kind of awesome. He squeezed a little bit tighter and stroked slowly, glancing up at the Angel, grinning at his blissed out expression. He kissed the side of Castiel’s mouth once before moving down to get a closer look at what his hand was doing. Licking his lips one more time, Dean leaned forward and licked the head of the Angel’s cock.
Castiel’s waist shot up off of the bed, his eyes wide. “Dean!” He groaned.
Dean pulled back with wide eyes, glancing up as the lights suddenly flickered on and off. Dean pumped the angel’s cock slowly at he reached down between his own legs, unsurprised to feel how hot and wet he was.
“Dean?”
Dean paused as he glanced up to see Castiel leaning on his elbows, watching him with wide eyes. “Cas?”
“Dean.” Castiel repeated softly. “I need…I don’t -“ he trailed off when Dean suddenly crawled up his body, and straddled his waist.
Dean gently pushed Castiel onto his back. “Shh.” He whispered and kissed the Angel hard. “Just try to relax.” He whispered as he reached for Castiel’s cock and lifted himself up. He slowly sank down his eyes widening in shock as the Angel slid home. “Oh, wow.” He whispered. This was..different. Well that was an understatement, but Dean’s brain was still frozen on the fact that he was currently filled with hard flesh, and if he moved his hips a little was hitting a part inside of him that felt awesome. He lifted up and slid down again, whimpering against the pleasure that shot straight up his spine. He moved up and back down again, adding a little twirl on the down stroke. He chanced a glance at Cas, whose eyes were wide. The angel grit his teeth as Dean moved again, blinking as Dean suddenly reached for his hands and rested them on his small waist.
Dean slid up and slammed down again and again, moaning low in his throat as Castiel tightened his hands on his waist almost painfully.
“…Hoath Ol.”
Dean’s eyes slid opened as he realized the Angel was whispering something.
“Olani hoath Ol.” Castiel repeated quietly. “Olani Hoath Ol.”
It was enochian Dean realized and before he could ask what the hell it meant, he was suddenly flipped on his back.
Dean’s eyes widened in pleasure. “Fuck Cas!” he moaned as the Angel fucked him. He gripped Castiel’s shoulders as the angel’s thrust faster and deeper. Castiel’s eyes were dark pools, watching Dean with an intensity that Dean could do nothing but return.
“Lvciftian soul.” Castiel murmured, his thrusts deepening. “Noromi lvciftian.”
The fierce way in which Castiel whispered the words had Dean reaching down between his legs to give him that extra push he’s seen girls do numerous times with him. His fingers slid against his swollen hot clit, moaning low in his throat as the he felt intense pleasure rippling throughout his body.
Castiel let out an inhuman sound as Dean tightened around him. “Dean…Dean….” He panted. The light bulb inside the lamp beside the bed exploded.
Dean’s eyes widened and he groaned, spreading his legs wider so that Cas can go deeper. He was going to come again. “Fuck yes!” The lights flickered violently followed by a loud pop. Sparks rained down on them as the lamp above the bed exploded. Dean dazedly hoped the bed won’t catch on fire. He pulled Castie’s mouth down for a deep kiss.
The Angel suddenly pulled away, eyes wide and bright.
Dean knew that look.
Castiel’s eyes brightened as his grace shown from the pleasure he felt within his vessel. “Dean…Dean close your eyes!”
Dean closed his eyes a seconds before nearly being burned out of their sockets. He held them tightly closed, moaning as he felt warmth spill inside of him.
The world trembled.
It seemed to go on forever before it was over. Castiel lay on top of Dean, still as a statue, breathing slowly. Dean’s hands slowly caressed the Angel’s shoulders down his back. His eyes fluttered open as Cas muttered something.
“Cas?”
Castiel lifted his head and even though the bedroom was pitch black, Dean could feel the Angel’s eyes on him, assessing him. “Dean?” He said quietly and Dean could hear fear in his voice. “Are you okay? Your eyes?”
Dean smiled lazily. “I’m awesome.” He whispered back. He tightened his hold on the Angel when he tried to move. “Not yet.” He said quietly. “Just stay here for a minute.” He wouldn’t admit out loud that he enjoyed the feel of the Angel pressing him into the mattress. A few moments later, Dean gently pushed at Castiel’s shoulders and he gently pulled away. Dean sighed as Castiel slipped easily from him. He felt wet and empty now. It was weird.
Castiel moved to Dean’s side, lying back against the pillows. Dean shifted onto his side; he shivered as the sweat cooled on his skin. He reached down and pulled the sheet over both of their bodies. They were both quiet for a long moment.
Dean kind of wished he could see the expression on Castiel’s face, if he even had an expression at all. Dean grinned knowing the Angel probably looked fucked six ways from Sunday. He stared through the darkness, listening to Castiel’s soft breathing. “Hey Cas?”
“Yes, Dean?”
“I know it’s kind of soon and all, but did it-”
Castiel paused then. “Yes.”
Dean blinked in surprise. “Supersperm.” He muttered. “So this is it huh? Signed sealed and delivered.”
“Dean,” Castiel said quietly. “I am sorry.”
‘Sorry?’ Dean thought. ‘But you had done so much for me.’ “Shut up.” He said instead, exhaustion creeping in heavy. He closed his eyes, feeling the Angel’s heavy stare even in the dark. “Hey Cas?”
“Yes, Dean?”
“Don’t watch me sleep, it’s creepy.”
8
He had watched Dean sleep for hours.
“Dean.”
Dean’s eyes fluttered open as he felt something caress the side of his face. He blinked blearily up at Cas who sat beside him, staring down at him with that familiar intense expression. He was fully dressed now; tie in place and dirty trench coat on. “Cas?” He whispered sleepily.
“I must go.” Castiel said softly.
Dean stretched a little. “Hmm?” He said blinking up at the Angel. “What time is it?” The room was still dark, but the moon was bright enough that he could still see Cas.
“It is almost dawn.” Castiel answered. He paused before speaking again. “Dean-”
“love em’ and leave em’ huh Cas?” Dean cut in with a small wry smile. It was funny to Dean how it was always him who was quick to be dressed and gone before dawn. It was just the way it was with him. Things were a whole lot less messy if he didn’t have to see who he had laid with the night before. He suddenly realized how much it bothered him that Castiel was pulling one of his moves.
Jesus, he was officially a girl.
Cas ran his fingers across Dean’s cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He said. He looked as though he wanted to say more, but he merely leaned down and kissed Dean’s forehead.
Dean stopped the Angel from pulling away fully by wrapping his hand around the Angel’s neck and pulling him toward his lips. Dean made sure the kiss was hot and dirty, licking Castiel’s mouth with his tongue to silently gain entrance. He sighed as the angel’s mouth slid open and brushed his tongue against Dean’s. It was over all too soon as Castiel pulled away. Dean smirked as he stared up at his angel who now looked positively undone, lips swollen and eyes dark. “Sure you don’t want to stay?” He asked softly. “I’m still pretty naked under these sheets.”
Castiel blinked dazedly as his eyes roved up and down Dean’s sheet covered body. He swallowed and quickly stood up. “Goodbye Dean.”
Dean blinked and Castiel was gone with a flutter of wings. He stared up at the ceiling, realizing for the hundredth time that his life was irrevocably changed forever. He swallowed as he turned onto his side, feeling incredibly alone.
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Burj Khalifa Tower, Dubai UAE
Castiel had flown fast and far after leaving Dean.
Deep contemplation and introspection has always been a favorite past time of his. He was always thinking of past actions, future actions; wondering if he was doing the right thing. Now Cas stood on top of the tallest building in the world, contemplating the quick change that had occurred between he and Dean; Contemplating if he was once again doing the right thing this time.
“Please let this be right for once.” He whispered to his absent father.
He couldn’t be wrong this time. He couldn’t. These sensations were new to him. This…want. If he closed his eyes he could still feel the sweet brush Dean’s lips against his own. He could still feel Dean’s bright soul flare as it sung with his grace. Suddenly startled by such strong emotions, Castiel knew that this was right. It was.
“Someone’s standing taller.” Balthazar murmured as he appeared behind his brother.
Castiel inclined his head as he stared up at the bright sun. He didn’t need to turn to see the annoying smirk on his brother’s face. “Balthazar.” He greeted simply.
“The word’s out amongst the host. Suriel made it so. Raphael is furious.”
Castiel found that he did not care. “Good.”
Balthazar sighed. “A Nephilim.” He said with a shake of his head. “Are you sure this is the right course brother?”
The teachings he and all Angel’s received on Nephilim and the warnings of what was to come if one was created were well known. An Angel, creating a life was considered one of the worst forms of blasphemy against the creator of heaven himself. But, Castiel had sensed the small bundle of cells forming inside Dean’s body as well as the bright soul fused with his grace. Castiel knew that this was right.
“Yes.” He answered after a long moment. His voice was strong and true as he glanced at his brother. “I am sure.”
TBC
Book 1 of the Genesis six series
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance, drama, Violence, Au, Humor,
Spoiles: Set after season 6 episode the man who would be king
Summary: Dean knew one thing for sure; this was not the King James Version.
Book 1 of the Genesis 6 series.
Part 3
They were in the basement of an abandoned plastic factory. Dean stood in the corner, watching quietly as Castiel completed the circle for his “cleansing”.
“So, this soul cleansing is what exactly?”
Castiel carefully drew Enochian symbols in the middle of the circle. “It’s a simple blessing in Enochian Dean.”
“Oh.” He answered. “And this “ritual” is supposed to allow a-“
“A child,” Castiel said softly, “a Nephilim.”
Dean shook the shiver he felt hit his body at the mention of a kid coming onto the scene. “So, all I have to do is what?” He watched as Castiel paused in his ministrations before continuing.
“You have to say yes.”
Dean snorted. “Of course. But, that can’t be all. What’s going to happen?”
Balthazar, who had been quiet until now, began to chuckle.
Dean glared at him. “What’s so funny?”
“You are human.” Balthazar laughed. He glanced at Castiel who was slowly standing up in the middle of the circle. “Brother, you must tell him the truth. Just so I can see the reaction on his face.”
Dean turned from Balthazar to address Castiel. “What is he talking about?”
“You will change.” Castiel explained carefully.
Dean, tired of the riddles glared at the Angel. “Change?” He asked. “Change how Cas?”
Castiel opened his mouth to answer, but Balthazar cut him to the point.
“You’ll grow a vagina and breasts. Is that clear enough for you or do you need a diagram drawn?”
Castiel glared at his brother.
Dean blinked. Then blinked again. “I’ll grow a-” He glanced at Cas. “What the hell is he talking about Cas?”
There was a discomfort and hesitance in Castiel’s expression as he answered Dean’s question. “There are certain criteria that must be met in order for this to work.”
“Like me turning into a chick?!” Dean growled.
Balthazar rolled his eyes. “Do you not know how human children are carried?”
“Fuck you!” Dean growled stepping forward, he paused when Cas stepped in front of him. He glared at his best friend. “I thought all I had to do was give up some blood and then there would be a baby!” He knew that sounded stupid, even to his own ears.
“You bare my mark.” Castiel repeated as if that explained everything. “Your soul bares my mark Dean.”
Dean swallowed feeling extremely uncomfortable with Castiel’s intense stare. He stepped back. “I don’t know what that means.”
Castiel took another step closer. “It means…Dean it means-”
Balthazar, tired of talking in circles cut in smoothly. “It means trench coat here is in love with you. Always has, always will be. Now can we get a move on with this before I vomit up my vessel’s insides from disgust?”
Dean’s eyes slid from Balthazar’s back to Castiel who was staring at him with slightly wide eyes. This was his second time hearing that from that dick Balthazar, but the first time was said in jest and Dean was able to push the silly statement far into the recesses of his mind. However, now faced with the same “revelation” Dean knew he could not play stupid this time. He swallowed the giant lump he felt forming in his throat as he stared at Castiel.
Seconds ticked by with neither saying anything. The more time passed, the more worried Castiel looked. “Dean I’m-“
Dean shook his head. “Shh!” He hushed. “Just shut up. Give me a second to think for Christ sake!” he turned his back to both Angels, his thoughts running in circles. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Castiel touched his shoulder.
“Dean,” He said cautiously. “We don’t have much time.”
Dean nodded, gathering up all of the mental strength he had. He turned to face the Angels. “I’m still doing this.” He noted the relief on Castiel’s face and the surprise on Balthazar’s own. He glared at Cas. “I should kick your feathery ass for hiding something like this from me.”
Castiel shrugged. “Honestly, I didn’t think we’d get this far.” He gestured over his shoulder. “Please, step into the circle.”
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The Cleansing took all of two minutes, but it filled Dean with warmth that made him feel kind of giddy on the inside. Of course he would never admit this out loud to anyone. Dean had a sneaking suspicion that Castiel knew anyway.
He silently watched the other Angel as he paced. Suriel would be arriving soon and Dean could feel the nervous tension in the air. Dean was still digesting the not so surprising news about Castiel’s feelings for him. Well, not so much as digesting as he was avoiding. Avoidance was something Dean was good at, but if he was completely honest with himself, this avoidance thing wouldn’t work for long; especially with the evidence of him turning into a chick and having a baby staring him in the face. He shook his head. Man, this was some fucked up weird shit.
The air was suddenly displaced by the power of beating wings, and Suriel was before them, her small vessel seeming larger than it was. Her power made Dean’s left eye twitch.
Suriel glanced briefly over her surroundings before her eyes fell on Dean. “Well,” She said softly. “Look at you, all spit shined and pure.” She glanced at Castiel who now stood beside Dean. “Are we ready?”
Dean idly wondered if he was going to have to kneel down to her level.
“Yes.” Castiel answered. He glanced at Dean who merely shrugged.
Suriel nodded once beside reaching up and resting her small hand on Dean’s shoulder. She smiled from the way Dean tensed. “Relax.” She said softly. She grasped Castiel’s right hand in her own. “Do you consent to this?” She asked Dean.
“Yes.” Dean murmured without hesitance.
She nodded once. “Alright then.” She closed her eyes and began to murmur in enochian. Dean kept his eyes on Castiel, who was watching him with a serious expression. Just as soon as she closed her eyes, she was opening them again. “All done.”
Dean blinked in surprise. “That’s it?” He asked glancing around. “That-” He trailed off as his world suddenly tilted sideways. He stumbled backwards, ignoring Castiel’s steadying hands. The pain started shortly thereafter. If anyone could ask Dean what the pain of being split in half feels like while simultaneously being set on fire felt like, he would say it sucks. Someone was screaming and it only took him a moment to realize that it was him.
“Dean!” Castiel shouted as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fainted, Castiel’s strong arms catching him before he hit the ground.
^^^^
Part 4
Suriel had not visited a human’s heaven for a millennium, having lost interest in them since then. Now she stood in the middle of a ten year old girl’s heaven, a never ending Saturday where she played a variety of games with her best friends. Childish laughter rang high into the host.
Children were so innocent.
Much could be said for her sudden visit to a human’s heaven. She could already hear the curious buzzing of the host, wondering at her change of interest. She sighed heavily as she felt her brother behind her.
“Raphael.” She greeted.
“Suriel.” Raphael greeted back. “It is a surprise to see you here. I thought your interest in humans failed long ago.”
“Yes well, perhaps I needed a change of scenery.” She turned when Raphael did not respond. She was unsurprised by the anger in his eyes. “You wish to say something to me brother?”
“Why?” Raphael burst out. “Why would you do it?”
“I think I’ve been on the sidelines for far too long.”
Raphael stepped forward. “And you decide to grant such…to allow this abortion to be born! It’s Blasphemous against our father’s word!”
Suriel shook her head. “Our father is gone Raphael. You being the traditionalist you are should be aware of the old ways. “
Rapahel’s wings spanned from his back as he used his true voice. “This is not God’s will!”
Suriel was not moved by this display of power. She was far more powerful than her younger brother. “No. It is choice. And I chose to allow this. God is gone Raphael.” She repeated softly. “Humans have a right to defend the life that our father granted them, just as you have the right to defend “his will”. The humans will have their champion.”
“I will call an assembly for this.”
Suriel waved her hand. “Do what you will, but it is done. You’ve waited for years Raphael, what’s a few more?”
Raphael was gone with a beat of angry wings, and Suriel went back to watching the human souls.
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“Dean?”
That voice was familiar. Dean struggled to open his eyes.
“Dean? Wake up.”
Dean’s eyes fluttered open with a groan.
“Dean?”
Something warm touched his forehead as he fought trying to keep focus on the familiar face in front of him.
Castiel’s face finally came into focus. He looked relieved and worried at the same time. “You’re awake.” He said softly. “How do you feel?”
Dean tried to speak, but found he couldn’t. His throat tightened up and he began to cough. Castiel was quickly lifting his head, bringing a glass of water to his lips. Dean drank greedily , lifting his hand to steady the glass as he drank.
He fell back with a satisfied sigh. He glanced around his surroundings, noticing for the first time he was in a huge bedroom.
“We are in Philadelphia,” Castiel explained, answering dean’s question. “Balthazar secured a place for us for the time being.” He tilted his head in question. “How do you feel?”
Dean swallowed before answering. “Awesome.” He said and frowned as he realized his voice sounded weird. “Awesome.” He repeated, noting the voice coming from his throat sounded much higher and feminine. He swallowed and glanced at Castiel. “Cas?” He asked. “What’s-” He lifted his hands, his eyes widening in shock at how small and womanly they were.
“Dean?” Castiel said quietly. “Are you alright?”
“It worked.” He said as he sat up.
Cas nodded, reaching out to help Dean as he stumbled out of bed. “Are you alright?” He repeated.
Dean’s mouth opened to answer, but no sound came out. It worked. He was a chick now and he knew he should be freaking out. He wanted to freak out. He wanted to run screaming from the room, but he said yes. “Yes.” He answered. “I’m alright.”
Castiel stared at him, assessing him; clearly trying to see if he was lying or not. “Okay.” He seemed satisfied.
Dean glanced down at his now small body, noting he was still wearing his clothes which were now baggy and hanging off of him. “How long w as i out for?”
“Two days.” Cas answered.
Dean’s eyes widened. “Two days?” He asked incredulously. He ran his hand down his face. “Okay.” He said. “Okay.” He repeated. He turned to go into what he assumed was the bathroom. “I need some space.” He said quietly, shutting the door behind himself.
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The water had run cold, but Dean hadn’t noticed, too entranced was he with the fact that he had tits now. They were awesome tits too. Nice and firm the perfect size. He suddenly shivered as he finally realized the water was stone cold. He quickly hopped out of the shower, reaching for the bathrobe that hung on the door. He wrapped himself into the robe and grabbed a towel to dry his now shoulder length hair. He tossed the towel onto the floor and stared at himself in the mirror.
It was him, but different. It was the same green eyes, but wider. The same nose, but smaller scattered with the same stupid freckles that Sam teases him about. His lips were the same, but more fuller now that his face was smaller and rounder. He opened his robe and looked down at himself. Same scars, same anti-possession tattoo.
He closed his robe and tied the belt tight. “Fucking weird.” He murmured. He knew he had an Angel to face , and if he closed his eyes he could picture Castiel patiently waiting for him, probably still standing in the same spot he left him in an hour ago. He took a deep breath and opened the door, peaking out into the bedroom. He was surprised to see the Angel, sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.
Dean felt a strange pang as he stared at his friend. He knew that look. It was the look of someone who had the world on his shoulders. “Hey.”
Castiel lifted his head. “Hello Dean.” He stood up.
Dean gave him a small smile as he made his way to stand in front of his friend. He was kind of tall for a chick, but Castiel seemed to tower over him. “So…I’m a chick now.”
Castiel nodded. “You are. Dean, thank you for..” He was cut off by Dean’s hand over his mouth.
Dean shrugged. “Don’t really need a thank you yah know. “
Cas nodded and he removed his hand. “You are still you Dean female or not. Your soul is still the same.”
Dean was surprised from the comfort those words brought him. “Thanks Cas.” An awkward silence descended between them and Dean rubbed the back of his neck, feeling strangely exposed.
“Dean?” Cas was giving him that intense stare that had the hairs on the back of Dean’s neck raise.
“Yeah, Cas?”
“May I kiss you?”
Dean blinked in surprise before answering. “Yeah.”
^^^^
Part 5
His kisses were kind of sloppy and a whole lot of clumsy, but he made up for it in eagerness. If Dean wasn’t so turned on, he would have found this whole thing so amusing. It would totally amuse him with the way Castiel’s strong arms tightened around his now tiny girl waist, but it totally turned him on. It would amuse him the way he had to practically tiptoe to kiss the angel’s lush mouth, but it was way too awesome for Dean. Dean groaned and tightened his arms around Cas’s neck as he sucked obscenely on the Angel’s tongue. He could feel Castiel’s hardness pressing insistently against his stomach and he shivered. He pulled away with a gasp.
“Need to breathe.” Dean panted as he stared at Castiel. The angel stood there, lips wet and eyes wide. His dress shirt was halfway unbuttoned, his tie was askew. Dean’s eyes slid down between Castiel’s licking his lips from the prominent tent in his pants. Being honest with himself, deep down dean knew this would happen. He just never expected that he would be turned into a chick, and would be getting knocked up by a hot soon to be ex-virgin Angel. He felt a rush of slightly hysterical laughter bubble up from his throat.
Castiel’s dazed expression cleared and he tilted his head to the side, his expression concerned. “Dean?” He asked.
His laughter, he noted was high and girlish, which in turn made him laugh harder. He placed his hands over his mouth to cover the sound, stepping back when Cas reached for him. The back of his legs hit the bed and he fell back, still laughing, tears coming to his eyes. He was having a nervous breakdown, he realized.
Thinking back on the past year, this day was long overdue. Dean was just pissed that it had to happen in the middle of him getting spectacularly laid.
Castiel was suddenly towering over him, his face concerned. “Dean?” He asked.
Dean’s hysterical laughter abruptly stopped when the Angel sat next to him. He sniffed and wiped his eyes, finding it strange that he was crying in front of Cas. He hated crying, more so in front of people. “I’m freaking out.” He said softly, his throat hoarse.
Castiel merely nodded and rubbed the back of his neck in his nervousness. “We don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Dean snorted and rolled his pretty eyes. “Hell no! We are doing this, freak out or not.” He glanced up at his Angel, unsurprised at the relief that shown in his eyes. Dean blinked and cleared his mind. Yes, this was fucking weird, but hell he was a Winchester, he eats weird for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Dean knew by the look on Castiel’s face that he was clearly out of his element. Dean was not. Dean was an expert in this, Dean knew sex.
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The urgency felt earlier was gone, and in its place a calm mood that had both parties in no rush to get on with the main event. Both lying naked in the middle of the king sized bed, Dean lay beside Castiel who just a few minutes ago lay stiff as a board beside him. Dean lifted his leg and rested it between Castiel’s own as his roaming hands caressed the Angel’s previously taut muscles into further relaxation. They hadn’t said a word since his nervous breakdown, instead opting to kiss and tongue each other until Dean couldn’t breathe.
Dean’s eyes raked down the Angel’s body for probably the twentieth time. Dean was surprised to see how much smaller Cas was under all those layers of clothing, but regardless of that fact, Dean could still feel the sinew and power coursing through the angel. His hands caressed Castiel’s stomach before moving lower.
Castiel’s eyes widened and he tensed all over against from the pleasure he felt from one simple touch. “Dean!” He moaned out as Dean’s small hand stroked him.
‘Fuck.’ Dean thought as he stroked slightly harder, licking his lips from the tiny pearl of cum slipped from the angel’s cock. Dean had this done to him enough times to know what a guy would like, but he’d never thought he would ever be on this side of it. He must admit it was kind of awesome. He squeezed a little bit tighter and stroked slowly, glancing up at the Angel, grinning at his blissed out expression. He kissed the side of Castiel’s mouth once before moving down to get a closer look at what his hand was doing. Licking his lips one more time, Dean leaned forward and licked the head of the Angel’s cock.
Castiel’s waist shot up off of the bed, his eyes wide. “Dean!” He groaned.
Dean pulled back with wide eyes, glancing up as the lights suddenly flickered on and off. Dean pumped the angel’s cock slowly at he reached down between his own legs, unsurprised to feel how hot and wet he was.
“Dean?”
Dean paused as he glanced up to see Castiel leaning on his elbows, watching him with wide eyes. “Cas?”
“Dean.” Castiel repeated softly. “I need…I don’t -“ he trailed off when Dean suddenly crawled up his body, and straddled his waist.
Dean gently pushed Castiel onto his back. “Shh.” He whispered and kissed the Angel hard. “Just try to relax.” He whispered as he reached for Castiel’s cock and lifted himself up. He slowly sank down his eyes widening in shock as the Angel slid home. “Oh, wow.” He whispered. This was..different. Well that was an understatement, but Dean’s brain was still frozen on the fact that he was currently filled with hard flesh, and if he moved his hips a little was hitting a part inside of him that felt awesome. He lifted up and slid down again, whimpering against the pleasure that shot straight up his spine. He moved up and back down again, adding a little twirl on the down stroke. He chanced a glance at Cas, whose eyes were wide. The angel grit his teeth as Dean moved again, blinking as Dean suddenly reached for his hands and rested them on his small waist.
Dean slid up and slammed down again and again, moaning low in his throat as Castiel tightened his hands on his waist almost painfully.
“…Hoath Ol.”
Dean’s eyes slid opened as he realized the Angel was whispering something.
“Olani hoath Ol.” Castiel repeated quietly. “Olani Hoath Ol.”
It was enochian Dean realized and before he could ask what the hell it meant, he was suddenly flipped on his back.
Dean’s eyes widened in pleasure. “Fuck Cas!” he moaned as the Angel fucked him. He gripped Castiel’s shoulders as the angel’s thrust faster and deeper. Castiel’s eyes were dark pools, watching Dean with an intensity that Dean could do nothing but return.
“Lvciftian soul.” Castiel murmured, his thrusts deepening. “Noromi lvciftian.”
The fierce way in which Castiel whispered the words had Dean reaching down between his legs to give him that extra push he’s seen girls do numerous times with him. His fingers slid against his swollen hot clit, moaning low in his throat as the he felt intense pleasure rippling throughout his body.
Castiel let out an inhuman sound as Dean tightened around him. “Dean…Dean….” He panted. The light bulb inside the lamp beside the bed exploded.
Dean’s eyes widened and he groaned, spreading his legs wider so that Cas can go deeper. He was going to come again. “Fuck yes!” The lights flickered violently followed by a loud pop. Sparks rained down on them as the lamp above the bed exploded. Dean dazedly hoped the bed won’t catch on fire. He pulled Castie’s mouth down for a deep kiss.
The Angel suddenly pulled away, eyes wide and bright.
Dean knew that look.
Castiel’s eyes brightened as his grace shown from the pleasure he felt within his vessel. “Dean…Dean close your eyes!”
Dean closed his eyes a seconds before nearly being burned out of their sockets. He held them tightly closed, moaning as he felt warmth spill inside of him.
The world trembled.
It seemed to go on forever before it was over. Castiel lay on top of Dean, still as a statue, breathing slowly. Dean’s hands slowly caressed the Angel’s shoulders down his back. His eyes fluttered open as Cas muttered something.
“Cas?”
Castiel lifted his head and even though the bedroom was pitch black, Dean could feel the Angel’s eyes on him, assessing him. “Dean?” He said quietly and Dean could hear fear in his voice. “Are you okay? Your eyes?”
Dean smiled lazily. “I’m awesome.” He whispered back. He tightened his hold on the Angel when he tried to move. “Not yet.” He said quietly. “Just stay here for a minute.” He wouldn’t admit out loud that he enjoyed the feel of the Angel pressing him into the mattress. A few moments later, Dean gently pushed at Castiel’s shoulders and he gently pulled away. Dean sighed as Castiel slipped easily from him. He felt wet and empty now. It was weird.
Castiel moved to Dean’s side, lying back against the pillows. Dean shifted onto his side; he shivered as the sweat cooled on his skin. He reached down and pulled the sheet over both of their bodies. They were both quiet for a long moment.
Dean kind of wished he could see the expression on Castiel’s face, if he even had an expression at all. Dean grinned knowing the Angel probably looked fucked six ways from Sunday. He stared through the darkness, listening to Castiel’s soft breathing. “Hey Cas?”
“Yes, Dean?”
“I know it’s kind of soon and all, but did it-”
Castiel paused then. “Yes.”
Dean blinked in surprise. “Supersperm.” He muttered. “So this is it huh? Signed sealed and delivered.”
“Dean,” Castiel said quietly. “I am sorry.”
‘Sorry?’ Dean thought. ‘But you had done so much for me.’ “Shut up.” He said instead, exhaustion creeping in heavy. He closed his eyes, feeling the Angel’s heavy stare even in the dark. “Hey Cas?”
“Yes, Dean?”
“Don’t watch me sleep, it’s creepy.”
8
He had watched Dean sleep for hours.
“Dean.”
Dean’s eyes fluttered open as he felt something caress the side of his face. He blinked blearily up at Cas who sat beside him, staring down at him with that familiar intense expression. He was fully dressed now; tie in place and dirty trench coat on. “Cas?” He whispered sleepily.
“I must go.” Castiel said softly.
Dean stretched a little. “Hmm?” He said blinking up at the Angel. “What time is it?” The room was still dark, but the moon was bright enough that he could still see Cas.
“It is almost dawn.” Castiel answered. He paused before speaking again. “Dean-”
“love em’ and leave em’ huh Cas?” Dean cut in with a small wry smile. It was funny to Dean how it was always him who was quick to be dressed and gone before dawn. It was just the way it was with him. Things were a whole lot less messy if he didn’t have to see who he had laid with the night before. He suddenly realized how much it bothered him that Castiel was pulling one of his moves.
Jesus, he was officially a girl.
Cas ran his fingers across Dean’s cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He said. He looked as though he wanted to say more, but he merely leaned down and kissed Dean’s forehead.
Dean stopped the Angel from pulling away fully by wrapping his hand around the Angel’s neck and pulling him toward his lips. Dean made sure the kiss was hot and dirty, licking Castiel’s mouth with his tongue to silently gain entrance. He sighed as the angel’s mouth slid open and brushed his tongue against Dean’s. It was over all too soon as Castiel pulled away. Dean smirked as he stared up at his angel who now looked positively undone, lips swollen and eyes dark. “Sure you don’t want to stay?” He asked softly. “I’m still pretty naked under these sheets.”
Castiel blinked dazedly as his eyes roved up and down Dean’s sheet covered body. He swallowed and quickly stood up. “Goodbye Dean.”
Dean blinked and Castiel was gone with a flutter of wings. He stared up at the ceiling, realizing for the hundredth time that his life was irrevocably changed forever. He swallowed as he turned onto his side, feeling incredibly alone.
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Burj Khalifa Tower, Dubai UAE
Castiel had flown fast and far after leaving Dean.
Deep contemplation and introspection has always been a favorite past time of his. He was always thinking of past actions, future actions; wondering if he was doing the right thing. Now Cas stood on top of the tallest building in the world, contemplating the quick change that had occurred between he and Dean; Contemplating if he was once again doing the right thing this time.
“Please let this be right for once.” He whispered to his absent father.
He couldn’t be wrong this time. He couldn’t. These sensations were new to him. This…want. If he closed his eyes he could still feel the sweet brush Dean’s lips against his own. He could still feel Dean’s bright soul flare as it sung with his grace. Suddenly startled by such strong emotions, Castiel knew that this was right. It was.
“Someone’s standing taller.” Balthazar murmured as he appeared behind his brother.
Castiel inclined his head as he stared up at the bright sun. He didn’t need to turn to see the annoying smirk on his brother’s face. “Balthazar.” He greeted simply.
“The word’s out amongst the host. Suriel made it so. Raphael is furious.”
Castiel found that he did not care. “Good.”
Balthazar sighed. “A Nephilim.” He said with a shake of his head. “Are you sure this is the right course brother?”
The teachings he and all Angel’s received on Nephilim and the warnings of what was to come if one was created were well known. An Angel, creating a life was considered one of the worst forms of blasphemy against the creator of heaven himself. But, Castiel had sensed the small bundle of cells forming inside Dean’s body as well as the bright soul fused with his grace. Castiel knew that this was right.
“Yes.” He answered after a long moment. His voice was strong and true as he glanced at his brother. “I am sure.”
TBC