angelspy, 5/5

[wonderfoal]

Under (the) Cover(s), part five.
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Chapter Ten

Castiel awoke to the sound of waves crashing on the shore. He breathed deeply and wondered at the fact that he was alive. The sigil should have killed him - it had failed. That meant Raphael was still alive, would go after Dean again. He struggled to sit up in the sand, tried to figure out where he was.

He opened his eyes and looked around. He was on a tropical beach. The water was a crystal blue and the sand was white. Large palm trees provided shade and the cry of birds overhead brought his eyes upward to the perfect blue sky.

“Like a slice of heaven, right?” someone asked. Castiel looked to his right and saw two people sunbathing on beach towels. One was a blonde woman napping behind sunglasses and the other was a scrawny man sipping a drink from a coconut. Castiel could smell the liquor from far away.

“I wouldn’t say that,” he answered, dusting sand from his coat. “Where am I?”

“Relaxing on the beach,” the man answered. “You can call me Chuck,” he added.

“I...”

Chuck left the towel and walked to Castiel. “Relax,” he said. “You’ve been out for a while.”

“I am dead,” Castiel wondered. “No... I -“

“Died,” Chuck supplied, smiling faintly. “You scattered your cells all over the universe.” He sipped his drink. “Now you’re here.”

This was the angels’ afterlife? Castiel looked around again, doubtful. “Are you an angel?” he asked. The man didn’t look like one, but Castiel had been deceived before.

Chuck laughed. “No, just a friend. And part-time prophet. This is Becky,” he said and gestured towards the sleeping woman. “She thought your death scene was very romantic.”

“I have to save Dean,” Castiel insisted.

Chuck shook his head. “Dean is fine, stop worrying.”

Castiel blinked. “You know Dean?”

“I know everybody. Take a walk with me, Castiel.”

Castiel knew he hadn’t told this man his name. He claimed to be a prophet, but Castiel didn’t know him. “I don’t understand how I am here,” he admitted.

Chuck walked out in the water so that the swash covered his ankles. “It seems obvious to me. If you scattered your cells across the universe, there’s only one person who could put them back together again.”

“God,” Castiel murmured.

“Yeah.” Chuck sipped his coconut drink obnoxiously.

“And Raphael?”

“Is reforming a few hundred cells per day... it should give him a long time to think about what he’s done.”

Castiel was glad that he had removed the threat to Dean... for now. If Michael decided to descend - “I need to find Dean.”

Chuck laughed. “You have a one-track mind, don’t you? I just told you Dean was fine.” He glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping Becky. “She’ll be mad if you leave before she can talk to you.”

“... Then you should wake her?” Castiel guessed.

Chuck raised an eyebrow. “You understand humans fairly well for an angel, but you haven’t mastered your understanding of women yet, have you?” He grinned and started walking again. “So... you fell in love with a human?” he asked. “That doesn’t happen too often.”

“I believe that Gabriel loves Sam Winchester,” Castiel said quietly. He could identify now the actions, the nuances of Gabriel’s behavior. He was protective, affectionate... Castiel had barely seen him, but he knew the signs from his own self.

Chuck nodded. “He does,” he agreed. He looked at Castiel thoughtfully, but whatever he decided he kept to himself. “And you-“

“You’re awake!” Becky squealed. That was the only warning Castiel had before he found himself being hugged by a bikini-clad blonde. “I’m Becky,” she introduced with a smile. She drew her arms close to her body and jumped up and down on the balls of her feet. “Ooh! It’s so good to finally meet you in person. I’ve read everything with you in it.”

Castiel blinked slowly. “You’ve... read about me?”

Becky nodded. She looped one arm through Chuck’s and leaned into him. “Chuck here is a writer,” she giggled. “I’m a big fan.”

Chuck gave her a soppy smile and set one hand on her waist. “Castiel should be going home soon,” he told her.

“Noble self-sacrifice is so romantic,” Becky swooned. She straightened and put a hand on Castiel’s shoulder, looked at him seriously. “I think I should warn you about Dean,” she said. “But the surprise may be even better.”

“What is wrong with Dean?” Castiel asked, feeling alarmed.

“Dean is fine,” Chuck said easily. “You’ll be seeing that for yourself soon enough. Oh!” he said with a laugh. “I nearly forgot.” He reached out and took Castiel’s amulet in his hand. It glowed white hot and Castiel could feel the energy humming through it.

Archangels’ energy could power the amulet, and Castiel stepped back, alarmed. “You said you were not an angel,” he accused.

“Bye, Castiel!” Becky chirped. “Have fun!”

Chuck smiled at him affectionately. “I’m not,” he said and waved his hand in farewell. Castiel felt reality warping around him and the air shimmered as it stretched and -

He was standing in a junkyard, at night. A large guard dog started barking at him, and Castiel stared it down. It growled and crawled onto all fours, tail thumping unhappily against the ground.

“Rumsfeld?” a man called. Castiel looked up at the sound and wasn’t surprised to see the shotgun raised. “Who are you?”

“Bobby, what-“ Sam broke off at the sight of Castiel. “Cas?” he asked incredulously.

Dean was lying on Bobby’s couch and watching an old episode of Dr. Sexy when Sam walked into the room, looking hesitant. “Don’t freak out,” he warned him.

Dean didn’t like his brother’s tone at all. It was probably bad news - most things had been lately. He sat up and waited for the other shoe to drop.

Sam stepped aside and Dean’s breath caught at the sight of Cas standing behind him. “Cas, is that you?” he asked, unable to take his eyes off of the familiar figure.

“It’s me,” he confirmed. Not that it helped much. An imposter wouldn’t admit to not being the real thing.

Sam was thinking along similar lines because he rolled his eyes like a teenager. “It’s him,” he promised. “I already checked.” He quietly left the room while Dean continued to stare at his ex.

“You were dead,” he said. “For two months, I thought you were dead.” Two awful months, where he kept seeing Cas standing there, sigil carved on his chest and the blinding white light-All of it had been a lie?

Castiel frowned. “Two months? It felt like…” He looked at Dean helplessly. “I-I believe that God brought me back to life.”

Dean breathed in sharply at that. “Then you really were dead?” he asked. He could see it over and over again, kneeling beside his corpse, fingers dragging against the blackened wings.

“Yes. That sigil was very effective for its purpose.”

Dean swallowed hard. “Its purpose.”

Cas’s eyes slid away from his before returning, the blue shining bright. “Dean, I have to confess. I was sent to Earth to find you… However, I didn’t know it was you. I led the archangel to you, and once I realized what I had done, I had to stop him… by any means necessary.”

He felt the sting with that, even though he had already suspected that was why Castiel had been there in the first place. It was old news, though, and Dean had other things to think about.

“Dean, I know that you can’t love an angel. I can’t change what I am. But I wanted you to know. I do love you.”

Dean breathed deeply and felt his eyes sting. Damned hormones had him crying every five minutes. “Cas,” he said, “I know I was angry. You lied to me, and you used me, and you tried to destroy everything that matters to me.”

Cas looked away in shame and Dean stood up. “I can’t undo what I’ve done,” he said. “I just had to tell you the truth. I couldn’t lie anymore. If you--” he stopped as he turned back to Dean. His face lit with wonder as he stared at him. “Are you pregnant?” he asked softly.

Dean’s hand automatically moved down to his abdomen. He had hidden it pretty well. At five months, only a slight curve of his belly betrayed him. “You can tell?” he asked.

Cas’s eyes fixed on him, on the baby. “Her grace... it resonates with mine.” He looked up at Dean, eyes wet with tears.

Dean focused on that one word... Her. “It’s a girl?”

Cas nodded his head. He frowned slightly. “You didn’t know?”

Dean scoffed. “I ain’t exactly been in for an ultrasound,” he said. Castiel had stepped in close, but he was careful not to touch Dean. It was clear that he wanted to. “Cas, you’re crying.”

Cas nodded, shaking. “I never thought I would have a child.” He wiped the tears away, but more fell.

“A good looking guy like you?” Dean joked. It was true though - he was surprised that the angel didn’t have a whole harem at his call.

“Children are... rare... among angels. They’re only conceived with a-“ he broke off and looked away.

“With a what?” Dean asked. He was genuinely curious.

“-a deep, profound bond.” Castiel bit his lip. “I have such a thing with you,” he admitted. His eyes darted away as though he were ashamed, and Dean realized what the problem was. He remembered that he never finished his confession.

“Cas... when you told me who you were, I thought it was one of the worst things that had ever happened to me. I was angry - I hated you,” he said bluntly. “And part of the reason I hated you so bad, was because even after I knew you were an angel, I still missed you, kept looking for you. When Raphael came for me, I kept thinking about you...”

“Because I brought him to you. Because angels always hurt you,” Cas said.

He laughed humorlessly. “No, that’s not it. I kept thinking about you because I wanted to see you again, before I died. I didn’t like the way things ended between us, Cas. And when you died... your body was just lying there... It was like I’d never seen a corpse before, I -- I was wrong before, when I said finding out you were an angel was the worst thing that had happened to me. That wasn’t it - it was standing over your dead body, knowing you were gone for good, that you had done it for me.” Knowing he’d never see Cas smile again, or how blue his eyes looked in the sunshine. God - he was turning into a weepy chick.

“It was the right thing to do,” Cas murmured.

“It was a dumb thing to do,” Dean said heatedly. “You think you can just die for somebody - tell a guy that you love him and then sacrifice yourself? All I wanted was to wake you up and punch you.” Mostly, it had been just the desire to wake Cas up, to prove he hadn’t been really dead.

“Dean-“

“Shut up. I’m trying to tell you something.” He took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “I know you’re angel. And I have a problem with it - a big problem. But you just came back into my life, and I’m not letting you leave now. Cas, I do love you. I loved you before you told me who you were, and I couldn’t just switch it off - I don’t want to switch it off.” He seized Cas’s hand and brought it to the little curve of his belly over the baby. “This? She’s not just yours or just mine - she’s ours. We made this - That bond you were talking about? It’s not your bond with me, it’s a bond we share.”

Castiel’s hand was hot against his skin, even through the shirt he wore. Dean could feel the fine tremors running up his arm as he felt the presence of their daughter for the first time. “Dean,” Cas said roughly. “Can I-“

“Yes,” Dean whispered roughly. It took only a second for Cas’s strong hand to find his back and pull him close. Their mouths met in a heated kiss and Dean melted in the embrace. Cas’s tongue was hot in his mouth, and Dean could taste that strange flavor that was just Cas. Dean sank backwards onto the couch and pulled Cas down with him. Cas fit neatly over his body -- his knees framing Dean’s hips and his head bent down to kiss him again.

“I have missed you so much,” Cas breathed into his neck. “I thought about you, thought about never seeing you again-“ He scraped his teeth over the skin of his shoulder and followed it with his tongue. Cas’s hand slipped under his shirt and ran up his back to press against his shoulder blades. His other hooked under the hem of the shirt and shucked it over his body. Dean’s arms snagged on it and he struggled for a minute to get it over his head. When he was free to move, he looked up to see Cas watching him with eyes darkened by passion.

Dean unknotted his tie and tossed it aside, removed the coat and suit in one swift pull. He took his time unbuttoning Cas’s shirt. With each one, he could see a glimpse of unmarred skin. He was grateful that the sigil that Cas had carved into himself was gone - he didn’t want any reminders of that awful night and what that symbol had taken from him.

Shirtless, they pressed together chest-to-chest. Castiel kissed the side of Dean’s neck and Dean latched his hands onto Cas’s strong back. It felt better than he could say to be able to touch him again, to feel that warm skin and the steady pulse - anything to replace the sight and feel of him lying dead in a road, blackened wings fanning from his shoulders.

Dean froze in the embrace when Bobby cleared his throat behind them. He couldn’t look or he might combust from embarrassment - he was on Bobby’s couch, about to have sex with an angel. “I’m happy that you lovebirds are reunited, but take it upstairs, boys.”

“Sure thing, Bobby,” he said into Castiel’s shoulder. He waited until the footsteps retreated before nudging Cas away and leading him by the hand to the guestroom he always took when he stayed with Bobby.

They fell onto the bed in a messy heap, Dean’s back hitting the pillow and Castiel gently falling on top of him. He took just a second to catch his breath and then Cas was kissing him again. His strong fingers slipped down to Dean’s belt buckle, unfastened it, and quickly unbuttoned his jeans. “Tell me what you want, Dean,” he said.

“You, Cas. I want you to fuck me.” He lifted his hips long enough to pull his jeans and underwear down. Castiel tossed them aside before taking Dean in hand. Dean was already rock hard, had been since that first kiss downstairs. Pregnancy had done something weird to him - had fried his brain in girly hormones. Before he knew what was happening, he was coming in Cas’s hand. Cas bit his lip and started to pull away, but Dean caught his wrist. “Just give me a minute,” he promised. It would take more than a minute, but he knew angels were patient.

“It’s okay,” Cas mumbled, lips pressed against his neck again.

As he caught his breath, he finished getting Cas out of his clothes.

Cas’s hand rubbed tenderly over Dean’s abdomen and he started humming.

“What are you doing?” He blinked. “Are you talking to her? In Enochian?”

Cas paused. “Is it not customary for parents to talk to their children?” he asked. “It’s not... I can’t speak in my real voice here. This is an approximation of a lullaby.” He sounded unsure and Dean felt bad.

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s nice,” he added. He hummed, too - Metallica, of course - and Cas laughed against his side. A thought had formed in his mind and refused to go away. He remembered what Loki had said when he’d diagnosed him - sunburn, white lights. “Can we have sex the angel way?” he asked.

Castiel stiffened. “What do you mean?” he asked, although Dean was pretty sure he knew.

“How angels have sex. Loki said it involved light, that you’d... spill out of your vessel?” he tried to remember the wording he’d used.

Cas blushed and averted his eyes. “In Heaven, angels merge with each other. It can’t be replicated on Earth because we are bound to human form.”

Dean frowned. “But what about the human forms? If you had two angels in human form... Cas, I know there’s a lightshow involved. I hadn’t been completely oblivious when we were together.”

Looking embarrassed, Cas could barely meet his eyes. “I wouldn’t know,” he said. “I have never been with another angel.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “Really?” he asked. “Wow. But with other humans-wait. Are you saying that you - that you never had sex?”

“No,” Cas said gruffly. “I have been very intimate with you.”

Dean took a moment to absorb that. “Just me?” he asked. Cas didn’t answer verbally, but he could feel him nod his head against his shoulder. “Wow. But, in Heaven, you did- Cas, are you telling me that you were a virgin when we met?”

“I had a friend in Heaven, and we were very close, but we never... It never reached that level of intimacy.”

Dean brought a hand up to his forehead. “Wow. Seriously?” He sat up and looked at him. “You didn’t act like it.”

Cas blushed. “I have read thoroughly on the subject,” he admitted.

Dean chuckled. “Well, reading can’t tell you everything. Let’s find out. When you feel the urge to --” he broke off with a hand gesture, uncertain just how an angel felt before “spilling out.”

Cas turned serious. “I could hurt you.”

“Cas, trust me. It’ll be okay. Don’t you feel it?”

Cas glanced down and then back up. He nodded slowly. Dean smiled back at him and rolled him over until they were side by side. “C’mon, show me,” he coaxed.

Inching up to kiss him, Cas pulled him tight and slid a leg between his thighs. His cock was getting hard again, his body thrumming with excitement for what they were going to do. Dean reached over Cas to grab a bottle of lube and flipped the top open. He slicked up his fingers and pressed them into himself. He delighted in the heated gaze Cas locked on him as he watched Dean’s body swallow his fingers.

“Dean, let me,” he pleaded.

Dean took pity on him and let him take over. It took only a moment for his slick fingers to push in alongside Dean’s. They moved together, slipping forward and sliding back, adding more and more girth until Dean panted against the intrusion and thrust his hips into the air. “Okay,” he breathed. “Okay.”

Cas rolled Dean onto his back and pushed his legs apart. He did it gently, eyes darting to his slightly curved abdomen. “Dude, I’m not going to break,” he said. Cas pushed his leg up higher, hooked it over one of his shoulders, and pushed in with a sharp stroke.

Dean gasped and tossed his head back to the pillow. The added pressure from the baby, or the crazy hormones, or just the emotion from seeing Cas again - something was different about this. It was more intense; everything felt more sensitive. He could feel the drag of flesh against flesh, felt each thrust from Cas from his toes to his scalp. It wouldn’t take him long to come.

Cas was close, too. Sweat beaded his forehead and Dean could feel him shaking as he approached climax. Dean wanted to see, wanted to experience what an angel was like when not pretending to be a human. He kept his eyes open, tried to watch for any signs even as he ignored his own body. The skin was the first thing he saw change. Already, it had a luminescent quality. It wasn’t terribly noticeable, but Dean was watching for any changes.

Cas’s hips stuttered into a grind against Dean. Dean watched, breathless, as a white glow swelled in his eyes and mouth. Cas pulled his head back and his body shook with the strength of the angel inside that body fighting for release. Dean wanted to give it to him. He reached out to snag Cas’s shoulder and brought him down into a fierce kiss.

Cas jerked against him before sealing his lips tight and breathing into Dean. Dean’s vision exploded into white light. All he could see, all he could feel, was a cool white that was almost painful to look at. He floated in it, weightless and vibrating with energy.

When Dean woke again, he was pressed tight against Cas, come smeared between their bodies. Dean’s body was thrumming with energy and spots danced in front of his eyes. “That was intense,” he breathed.

Cas said nothing, just pulled Dean tighter against him.


Epilogue

Sam bounced the baby on his knee, grinning at her when she giggled in delight. Her pretty blonde curls bounced up and down around her shoulders and her bright blue eyes were closed in delight. Little Mary Winchester was a year old now, healthy and happy and everything Dean had dreamed of once he accepted what was going to happen.

Sam was busy soaking up being the favorite uncle. It wasn’t a hard competition given that her other uncles were angels that she never saw.

Loki’s warm hand touched his shoulder and he embraced him from behind. Well, Sam emended, almost all of them were angels she never saw. He still hadn’t confronted his lover about what Castiel had told him after his reunion with Dean. It made so much sense now, when he was looking back on all the little things Loki had done when they were together, things he had known that he really shouldn’t.

His lover was an angel - an archangel according to Castiel - and he’d been lying to him all along. From the moment he said hello, Sam mused. And yet he still couldn’t leave him. Sam was an idiot who’d fallen hard for an archangel, and even after finding out the awful truth he couldn’t say goodbye.

Loki kissed the spot under his ear, then down his neck, and Sam tilted his head to give him more room. There were really only two archangels he could be. Lucifer was kept bound in hell, and Raphael had been the one to attack Dean. So Loki was either Michael or Gabriel, and Sam didn’t know which one. Sam knew little about either of them besides their names and that Michael commanded the host of Heaven, which made him seem unlikely. But Gabriel was supposed to have a Horn of Truth, and if he were Loki, all he had done was lie to him.

His nimble fingers unbuttoned the top of his shirt and his hand sneaked inside to tweak a nipple. Sam grunted and then smacked his hand away. “Not in front of the baby.” Mary watched them with wide eyes.

“Put her to bed.”

“I told Dean I’d watch her, and that does not include ditching her to have sex.”

“Then do both. She wouldn’t know what’s going on,” Loki protested.

Sam settled a hard stare on him. “You’re not serious.”

“Well, I don’t mean to fuck you while you’re holding her, but we can bring her crib down here. Or I can just make one.” He snapped his fingers and a fancy white bassinet appeared in front of them. Sam stared at it incredulously.

“I’m not having sex in front of Mary,” he hissed.

Loki rolled his eyes. He snapped again and the bassinet disappeared. “You’re so bossy. It’s not like kids remember anything from before their third birthday anyway.”

Sam opened his mouth to comment but Castiel’s sudden appearance startled him to silence. Castiel looked at them blankly, then his eyes caught on his giggling daughter and his lips turned up into a tender smile.

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” Loki smirked. “Sammy, I’m sure that Castiel wants to spend time with his daughter.” The angel picked up the baby from Sam’s knee and brought her close to his chest. She tugged on his tie and brought a chubby hand to stroke his rough cheek.

“Castiel is supposed to be on a date with Dean,” Sam accused.

“Dean is asleep,” Castiel informed promptly. Sam grimaced at the thought of what they’d been up to. Now that he was thinking about it, he could smell the scent of sweat and semen still clinging to him.

Loki grinned. “Problem solved, Sammy,” he said and hooked one arm around his shoulders. He snapped with his free hand and then they were alone in a ritzy bedroom.

Sam looked around, taking in the high ceilings, complete with a mirror above the bed, plush carpet, and huge mattress. “Where are we?”

Looking undeniably smug, Loki spread his arms wide. “Do you like it? I made it myself. It used to be an abandoned furniture factory.”

Sam snorted. “It’s you all right,” he muttered. Before he could get another breath, Loki picked him up and tossed him on the bed. Silk leopard-printed sheets, Sam noticed with a chuckle. Then Loki was on him and tearing off his shirt.

Later, Sam was a sweaty mess curled on his side and delightfully sore. Loki had an arm over his ribs as he plastered his forehead to Sam's sweaty back. “You were right,” he noted lazily. “We shouldn’t have done that in front of the kid.” He peered over Sam’s shoulder and waggled his eyebrows. “It would give her unreal expectations for her future sex life.”

Sam didn’t reply, just threaded his fingers through Loki’s.

Loki frowned. “Sammy?”

Sam knew he should keep his mouth shut, but his brain always shut down during sex. “You could have told me,” he said flatly.

Loki raised a brow. “That the sex with me would be this awesome? Sam, I thought you’d caught on by now.”

Sam looked straight ahead. “That you’re an angel.”

Loki froze. He stared at Sam like he was waiting for him to do something. Sam was just grateful that he didn’t try to deny it. He let himself fall against the bed and pushed his head against Sam’s back again. “So you figured it out.”

“Castiel told me.”

The arms around his ribs tightened to the point of pain. Only Sam’s strangled hiss made him relax. “I’m glad he told me,” Sam said. “Don’t be mad at him.”

“I told him-“ he hissed but Sam squeezed his hand.

“I just wish you’d told me.”

Loki said nothing, then after several long minutes, “Are you going to leave?”

Sam blinked slowly. “I’ve known for months.” Loki’s hand tightened again on him. Sam rolled onto his back and met his lover’s eyes. “What’s your real name?”

Loki stretched over him and rested his head against Sam’s chest. “Gabriel,” he mumbled into his skin. Any other time he’d be kissing him, but now everything had changed.

After all the lies, Sam knew there was no going back. But that didn't mean they couldn't go forward.

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Hehe, that's the end. My sincere thanks to anyone who read the whole thing. As a final note, the main inspiration for this came from the first half of the music video I found on youtube called "Fight for Us" by anaapenas. I was also influenced by reading Gedry's AU angel/demon fics. Heheh.