Ice of Oblivion Chapter 20
Title: Ice of Oblivion Chapter 20/?
Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 20
So Castiel started touching Dean more. The boy didn’t seem to mind or react any differently to him. But, Castiel was a whole other story. Every time he touched Dean he felt an overwhelming electric surge shoot through his body, whether he was touching his thick jackets or his bare skin he still felt like everything in his entire being was set on fire.
It was still irritating that Dean didn’t care enough or didn’t notice his new form of advances but it was also a little triumphing to know that Luke’s advice didn’t work. Dean seemed to be off in his own little world the majority of the day anyways.
When they settled down for the day Castiel decided that he didn’t want to follow Dean to bed and was content with resigning himself to a boring night on the lookout for demons and just thinking about Dean but he was interrupted by a rough voice.
“Cas.” It was Dean. Castiel craned his neck to see the man on his knees with his head poked out of his tent, waving Castiel over. Castiel turned around, murmuring his short apologies to the angels he was supposed to be patrolling with and walked toward Dean’s tent.
Dean smiled at him and poked his head back in the tent while waving for Castiel to follow. He got on his knees and crawled in the tent after Dean; Dean’s tent was for the most part, an iota or two bigger than his counterparts. Castiel could at least sit up in it, as well as Dean, if he sits closer to the middle.
As soon as he was inside he saw Dean sitting in the middle of the tent with his legs crossed, biting the side of his lip and looking around nervously. When Castiel ducked in Dean looked at him and smiled a charming little smile. He patted an area a couple of feet in front of him and waited for Castiel to come over and sit down.
“Can I talk to you real quick?” Dean asked him as soon as he was sitting comfortably in his seat.
Castiel nodded now very happy that Dean was reaching out to him about something, by the looks of it, important. “Of course.”
Dean nodded quickly and with a short clearing of his throat he started to talk. “I’m uh, I’m starting to remember some stuff…”
Castiel pouted and cocked his head to the side. “Stuff?”
Dean gave Castiel a shy, sort of irritated look before sighing and nodding. “Yeah, I hadn’t really thought about the time I spent there - in Iad, I mean - since I saw you again but… they said some weird stuff…”
“Weird stuff… like what?”
“You know, just strange. I thought you might know something about it.”
Castiel nodded slowly, not fully understanding but wanting to help regardless. “Just tell me whatever you’re thinking… I don’t mind…”
“A demon… he told me that -uh - he told me about a prophecy…”
Castiel tried to keep his features neutral but he did feel a bit of irritation; why hadn’t John explained all of the prophecy stuff to Dean years ago. The fact that it took a demon to tell Dean what he was put on this earth to do was startling and very disappointing. He nodded knowingly.
“So you know about it? It’s true?”
Castiel nodded again.
“I’m the champion of the angels… I’m your champion.”
Castiel cleared his throat. “Yes.”
Dean looked at Castiel for a long time, he looked upset and confused but not with Castiel it was something or someone completely different. He opened his mouth slowly but it proved to be a false start when he slapped it closed again; he continued to do this for a while and it shocked Castiel when he actually spoke. “How did that happen?”
Castiel shrugged. “That wasn’t an intelligent question-“
Dean rolled his eyes. “Thanks Cas.”
“You were born with this rite you’ll always have it and you always have.”
“I know, okay, I understand but I still don’t-” Dean cleared his throat. “-Understand.”
Castiel nodded and then shook his head. “You’re confusing me.”
Dean sighed, frustrated. “Obviously, there’s a disconnect here. Listen, all I’m saying is that I’m a little nervous okay, how in the hell am I expected to lead an army against an angel as old and experienced as Lucifer is and his big bad demon brigade?”
Castiel cocked his head to the side. He had not expected this reaction from Dean; he’d expected confusion and maybe a little resentment for not being told but flat out denial of his abilities and pure self-doubt were not exactly anticipated
“Dean, that’s foolish. Of course you can lead them, you’re you.”
Dean scoffed.
“My father would not have chosen you if he didn’t think you could do it, he put you here for a reason and this was that reason.”
Dean raised his eyebrows in mock belief before shaking his head. “But, Cas - “
“Look, why did you call me here if all you were going to do was berate yourself?”
Dean pouted and shrugged.
“I know you very well. And I don’t remember you ever acting this way. You’ve always known that you would make a good leader and that’s all we need…”
Dean seemed to tense up some more and he shook his head. “You people need to find someone else to do this job for you because I can’t.”
Castiel breathed a long heavy sigh of irritation and anger. He knew Dean was stubborn but this was ridiculous; he didn’t understand why humans didn’t just accept what they were told, why did they have to fight and make everything so difficult. “Dean, there’s no one but you. And you know just as well as I do that you are good for this job… just like you’re good for everything else you’ll be expected to do.”
Dean nodded. “Look, I don’t want to. When we get back you need to tell your brothers that I don’t want anything to do with this war or whatever the hell is going on.”
Castiel opened his mouth to reply when he noticed the slightest glint in Dean’s eyes. He stared deeply into them and gasped, Dean only scowled and leaned away from him. Castiel breathed out a chuckle and a small twitch-like smile formed on his face. “You’re lying.”
Dean scrunched his nose. “What?”
“You’re not telling the truth,” Castiel said, smiling fully now. “You know you could do it just as well as I do.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Whatever… you’ve served your purpose - I told you what I wanted to tell you - you can go now.”
Dean was pointing at the flaps of his tent but Castiel could barely pay attention. He was interested now… if Dean knew he was good for the job then why was he so intent on not doing it. There had to be something else…
“Dean, you can tell me what’s bothering you. Just tell me the real reason why you don’t want to do it,” Castiel said to him with a small smile.
Dean’s previous irritation seemed to melt away from his face and he was now looking at Castiel with the same nervousness and sadness that he had when he first came inside. “I can’t -“ Dean sighed extravagantly and sighed, throwing his arms into the air. “I can’t kill Lucifer’s champion.”
Castiel perked up instantly at the mention of Lucifer’s champion. Despite their best efforts in the beginning his brothers were never able to find Lucifer’s champion and after a while they gave up all together and instead focused on Dean’s upbringing. It only made since that the demons would have found Lucifer’s champion by now.
“How do know that? I doubt they’re any tougher than you, who ever it is is a mortal after all.”
Dean shook his head, frowning deeply. “You don’t understand. Lucifer’s champion… they told me. They told me - “ Dean sighed and slapped his hand over his eyes. “They told me it was Sam.”
Castiel openly gasped and wrenched back. Now, that was a shock. The mortal was not meant to be someone like Sam; it was meant to be some mean-spirited human; one who probably bared a grudge against humans, angels or the angels champion himself. A mortal with motive or one who sought revenge. Sam was not like that; he bared none of those qualities. He was a sweet little boy who meant a lot to the people around him.
Castiel breathed a heavy sigh; just as Dean changed during the years that Castiel was not there it was the same with Sam. He didn’t know him anymore and he could have changed drastically since ten years ago.
“Has Sam displayed any qualities that may hint at him someday becoming… well…”
“Evil?” Dean filled in.
Castiel nodded.
Dean shook his head. “No, he’s the same as always…”
Castiel smiled. “Then everything’s fine. Dean, becoming a someone’s champion is something you have to agree to do; if Sam doesn’t want to do it then there’s no way Lucifer will be able to win anything.” Castiel was really excited; his father must have preordained this result. They would win the war by default; Sam would never turn against his brother.
“Yeah…” Dean said; there was no excitement or emotion in his voice.
Castiel frowned and scrunched his eyebrows. “Dean, don’t you understand. The war is won, Lucifer’s champion will not fight his own brother.”
“Nah, I think he might.”
Castiel frowned and his head did a small dip to the side. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t think - I don’t think Sam will turn on his people but he’ll turn on me in a second when he finds out - “ Dean’s frown deepened and he closed his eyes tight. “ - when he finds out what I did.”
Castiel was confused for lack of a better word. He frowned and moved closer to Dean, almost until their knees were touching. “What happened?”
Dean opened his eyes and quickly started looking at the ground. He didn’t speak for a while and Castiel pressed him on by placing his hand on Dean’s shoulder and squeezing it tight. Dean looked at him then and Castiel could already see the sadness and guilt in his wide eyes.
“The day that I got kidnapped - I - uh - I let them -“ Dean stopped and cleared his throat. “They gave me a choice. They said they would kill dad if I didn’t let them - “ Dean inhaled and placed his hand over his mouth.
Castiel placed his other hand on Dean’s shoulder and frowned. He thought he might know where this was going… “If you didn’t let them what?”
Dean seemed to regain his composure and blank neutrality took over his features. “If I didn’t let them kill Jess. So, I told them to do it and they did.”
Castiel was taken aback, although he had an idea that this was the case it was still shocking to hear that Dean let that girl get murdered. He tightened his grip on Dean’s shoulders and frowned at him.
“He loved that girl since before he’d hit puberty. They were going to get married when they were of-age. Now she’s dead because of me and Sam is going to want his revenge.” Dean said plainly.
Castiel opened his mouth and closed it; for the first time he was speechless. He knew how much Dean cared for his father and he knew he would do anything for him; but to freely give up an innocent girl’s life and not only an innocent girl but his brother’s innocent girl was seemed so far beyond his spectrum of belief. He could not believe it. He wanted to think of Dean as an irrational foolish person who was easily tricked by the demons games but when he looked at his guilty face he couldn’t - not for a second. He was a pawn in this prophecy as well.
He was the betrothed. He was here to support Dean, not scold him. He was going to help him get through this.
“Listen Dean, we’re going to fix this.”
Dean shook his head. “Dude, there’s nothing we can do.”
Castiel nodded. “Just let me take care of it.”
Dean smirked. “So you’re going to talk to Sam for me and start acting like I real guardian angel, huh?”
Castiel chuckled and then nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to try.”
“Thanks…” Dean murmured begrudgingly.
Castiel smiled and allowed his hands to drop back to his sides. He moved away from Dean and smiled at him; they sat there in silence for a while, both just looking at each other. It was a comforting thought; Dean trusted him enough to fix this. The stress and guilt in his eyes disappeared immediately and once again, he was normal and relaxed. It really was a good feeling.
It was a very comfortable silence but there was something nagging at Castiel and he really wanted to ask Dean about it.
“Since you were able to ask me about stuff am I allowed to ask you something that I’m confused about?”
Dean shrugged. “Sure, shoot.”
“When you were still unconscious - when we first saved you I mean - Luke mentioned something about you having - about you telling him to save your… well, your ‘honey’.”
Dean chuckled and dreamily looked into the top of his tent.
Castiel felt his dejection reaching epic proportions; so Dean was in a relationship with someone. It was depressing but understandable, Dean was an amazing person and he was amazing to look at. If he was not already in love with someone Castiel would think there was something wrong.
“How long have you two been together?”
Dean laughed out loud then, his neck bending back and everything. “Together? Dude, I’ve barely talked to the guy.”
Castiel’s eyebrows wrinkled and he cocked his head to the side. That was definitely interesting. “But, you looked as if… as if you were in love with this man.”
“In Love? Cas, I don’t really know him. He’s the head healer in the castle, I don’t even know his name but I call him Dr. Sexy. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask him to be my boyfriend since I was fifteen. It’s a little pathetic really…”
Castiel was definitely confused now. “Then, who are you in love with?” He pressed.
“I’m not in love with anybody.”
“But, Luke told me you’ve been with many people…”
Dean looked to the side and murmured some angry words about his friend before nodding. “Yeah, I’ve had sex with people, I haven’t been in love since I was thirteen.”
“Thirteen? With who? What happened to them?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “It was with you and you left.”
Castiel was taken aback for a second time that night. He placed his hands in his lap and looked at Dean, amazed. “You were once in love with me?”
Dean slapped his hand on his forehead and sighed. “Yeah Cas, I was thirteen though. Don’t let it get to your head.”
Castiel wrapped his arms across his chest and frowned. “I wasn’t going to… it’s just so amazing. I had no idea.”
“Dude, I asked you to kiss me. Why the hell did you think I did that?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sure, I thought it might have been some kind of friendly gesture.”
Dean threw his hands up and frowned. “You know what, tonight has been embarrassing enough. I think we should call it a night.”
Castiel nodded. “Of course Dean … whatever you say. But, first may I ask you another question?”
Dean rolled his eyes but relented without struggle. “What is it now?”
“Did you enjoy our kiss?”
Dean looked irritated for a couple of seconds before that faded away completely, replaced by a bit of amusement and something that Castiel never saw before. “I don’t really remember,” He said with a slick smirk.
Castiel’s face dropped. “Oh, it was so long ago. I shouldn’t expect you to… I’m going to go now.” Castiel started to amble out of the room but was stopped quickly by Dean’s hand on his upper arm.
“But, you could always remind me,” Dean said with another emotion that Castiel never heard in his voice before.
He looked at Dean, confused but secretly delighted that he was getting the opportunity to kiss Dean again. He couldn’t help but think that this might mean something. “Are you saying you want me to kiss you again?”
Dean shrugged. “Yeah, if you want to.”
Castiel smiled and placed his hand on Dean’s knee and with no further provocation he pressed his lips against Dean’s. Dean immediately wrapped his arms around Castiel’s neck and kissed him hard. Castiel was shocked by the roughness of the kiss but something stirred within his stomach that made all of that shock simmer away. He returned the roughness eagerly and was shocked once again when he felt the inside of Dean’s mouth on the outside of his own. Trying to imitate him, he opened his mouth and within seconds Dean’s tongue was slithering around inside of Castiel’s mouth. And once again he felt something stir within his stomach and lower.
He was too into the kiss to pay attention though. Dean surely improved his kissing skills since he was thirteen years old; this new style of kissing changed everything within Castiel. He wanted so much more of Dean and so much more of kisses like this.
Dean moved closer and his chest was pressed tight against Castiel’s. Castiel didn’t know what was happening or what was about to happen. But, he never felt better than he did at that moment and he didn’t want to stop.
But, something did happen and Dean stopped.
Castiel didn’t understand but he saw that Dean was looking down at something that was on his body. He frowned; what could possibly be more interesting than what they were doing at that moment. When he looked at Dean again he saw that the boy was smirking, amused.
Castiel looked down and gulped when he saw it. There was a tent in his pants; he was aroused, Dean aroused him. He pulled away from Dean quickly and shuffled backwards.
“I apologize - I’m going to - “ Without waiting for Dean to say anything he shuffled out of the tent and ran away.
~*~*~*~
Castiel spent the rest of the night in intolerable embarrassment. He stayed on his “patrol” for the majority of the night. He would have stayed on it forever if he could - he could not bear to think about his startling behavior in front of his friend. He didn’t mean to be so forward with him; it was unexpected. His body never reacted to a human like that before; he didn’t even know his anatomy worked the same as the humans.
But, they did morph into the human forms when they became outnumbered and it only made sense that he would… react.
His condition lasted for all of an hour and it was a wholly painful experience. He didn’t understand how humans could go through such conditions for extended periods of time; he hoped he would never have to go through such an experience again but he knew that if he ever pressed any other part of his body against Dean’s it would happen again.
He would have to find Dean and explain the situation. Then he would beg his forgiveness.
When he made it back to the camp the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon and all of the humans were creeping out of their respective tents - Castiel noted with a small twitch of his eyelids that Trent and Jo were creeping out of the same tent.
When Castiel saw Dean crawling out of his tent on all fours with half-lidded eyes and dry slightly parted lips he felt an all too familiar tingle light up his lower stomach. He hid himself from Dean’s view and exhaled slowly while Dean shuffled away from the camp.
He looked down and released a heavy sigh of relief; his body didn’t react at all to Dean’s vulgar position. He took a few more minutes to compose himself before going to find Dean.
He followed his “warmth” and as much of his essence as his body could possibly stand. What he saw was way too much to handle…
He found Dean on the edge of a blue lake. He was standing in waist deep in the flowing water while running his fingers through the small amount of hair on his head; he held a small bar of soap in his hands - making the entire area smell like peppermint and limes - and slowly ran it down his body. Castiel watched, entranced, as the tiny pink suds ran down Dean’s body and created a small cloud at Dean’s waist, shielding his nether regions from view. His body was reacting and for the love of god, he didn’t care. Dean was so… pleasing to the eye for lack of a better phrase.
Dean looked tensed and a little upset, he was slapping the water around and groaning every couple of seconds. When he noticed Castiel there - staring at him - he looked confused but his entire demeanor changed.
“Cas,” Dean started before closing his mouth and peering down at the water beneath him.
Castiel dragged his eyes away from Dean’s torso and looked at his face - which was equally as pleasing to look at - and frowned. “Dean.”
There was a long moment of silence when neither man said a word before Dean broke the silent spell.
“Look, Cas, last night I -“
Castiel knew it was rude, but he interrupted Dean before he could start to make any points about Castiel’s embarrassing behavior the day before. “I apologize for running out on you the way I did. Something came over me -“
And as rude as Castiel knew Dean knew it was, Dean interrupted him. “I shouldn’t have tried to make you kiss me, it was just some stupid childhood…” Dean twisted his arms around in circles for a while, apparently looking for the correct word and all he came up with was, “fantasy.”
Castiel straightened his new overcoat quickly when he heard that he was Dean’s fantasy, it was so flattering. But, he didn’t let that distract him. He had to explain to Dean what happened yesterday; he knew he would be able to explain it better than anyone else.
“No, Dean you didn’t force me into anything. You have to believe me when I say that there was nothing else in this world that I wanted to do more than kiss you last night.”
Dean’s eyes widened for all of two seconds before a cocky smirk formed on his face and he was nodding to himself, having a lot of confidence for someone who was currently nude. “Really?”
Castiel nodded and crept closer to the lake; he had a slightly better view of Dean’s “frontal” but he choose to ignore it in favor of explaining to Dean what happened.
“Yes, really. Last night’s kiss was one of the best experiences of my life… but I made a mistake… my body made a mistake. I didn’t know what to do so I just - left.”
Dean was starting to look humored but Castiel could also see a bit of knowing in his eyes. His smirk was only growing and becoming more smug as time went on; he swam a little closer to where Castiel was standing and looked up at him with wide green eyes, “What happened?”
Castiel cleared his throat, not exactly wanting to explain but knowing that he was already close to gaining Dean’s forgiveness and he would have to eventually. He opened his mouth to speak and found his face was becoming warmer and warmer. “Well - uh - it was the strangest thing.. you see, when you were so close to me when we were - what did you call it? - Swapping spit?” Dean nodded. “I felt this tingling in my gut and I was - then there was… well a bodily experience-“
Dean huffed out a loud bark-like laugh and grinned toothily. “Dude, you got hard.”
Castiel frowned. Hard? He shook his head and frowned. “No, one of my bodily appendages -“
“Cas, it’s called getting hard,” Dean said slowly. “I got you hard.”
Castiel cleared his throat for a second time and nodded, trusting Dean’s judgment. “Yes, you made me… hard…”
Dean was looking at Castiel in a lighthearted manner, all of the stress that was on his face fading away. Castiel was happy that Dean was not upset with him and instead seemed to understand his situation.
“Man, you’re hard right now.”
Castiel looked down and frowned when he saw his “appendage” was pressing against the zipper of his pants. Well, he knew that was going to happen but he hoped Dean didn’t notice.
But, of course he did and in no time he was laughing at him.
“I apologize…”
Dean shook his head. “Nah man, it’s fine. Perfectly normal.”
Castiel nodded and then turned away. “Umm… I’m going to walk this one off.”
“No,” Dean said quickly. Castiel turned around and frowned, cocking his head to the side at the leering man in the lake. “I can - uh - take care of it for ya.”
Castiel’s eyes widened and he walked closer to the lake until he was on the very edge of it. “You can do that?”
“Yeah, I can,” Dean said, he moved away from the edge of lake and moved back to give Castiel room to come in.
The angel looked at the small amount of room in front of Dean that was given to him and frowned, confused with Dean’s intentions. He really wanted to start walking to get rid of this aching pain on his penile area. “I don’t understand.”
“Cas,” Dean snapped, very irritated. “Just get in the water.”
Without thinking too much about it, Castiel walked into the water. Dean burst out laughing and Castiel realized that, unlike Dean, he still had all of his clothes on. Castiel felt his face going warm; the cold water seemed to dull his “hardness” but with one look at the wet Dean it seemed to hop on up again. He was so embarrassed; once again… Dean was killing his judgment but when he looked up at his striking face he didn’t care.
Within seconds, Dean was smiling brashly and moving close to Castiel until their bodies were pressed up close to once another. Dean placed his hand on the inside of Castiel’s jacket and ran his hands along the seams until he reached the Castiel’s pants.
“What - What are you - “ Castiel asked him as his eyes snapped back and forth between Dean’s hand and his face. He was smirking at him and then, within seconds his “hardness” was released into the open water and Dean’s strong hand was wrapped around it.
Castiel openly groaned as his entire being was released into the lake water. He felt something come out and then he was breathing heavily and leaning hard on Dean’s shoulder as the man continued to rub his hand all over Castiel’s deflated problem. It was one of the best things Castiel ever felt… it was grand and it was because of Dean.
He lifted himself off of Dean’s shoulder and looked him in his big green eyes. “Dean, what did you just do?”
Dean just chuckled and then his hand was on the back of Castiel’s head and he pulled the angel into his lips. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s back as the man rubbed his tongue and lips all over and throughout his mouth. As he expected, he became hard again in Dean’s embrace but Dean helped him out over and over and over again until all Castiel could feel was Dean’s lips, Dean’s chest and Dean’s hands drowning out every other care in the world.
In the thousands of years Castiel was in Mamot, he never felt better.
~*~*~*~
They made it back to the camp almost an hour later, everyone gave them strange looks when they noticed how soak and wet Castiel was but no one said anything. They were pretty close to Inim territory by now and would soon be home; they didn’t have time to tease.
But, Castiel and Dean sure had time to stare. Castiel walked in the front of the group with the rest of the angels while the humans all lagged behind with their horses, some of them rode but Dean walked his horse. He claimed he was feeling much better - considering his injuries - and wanted to walk a little.
Every couple of seconds, Castiel looked behind him and smiled at the stunning young man with a short little wave. Dean would always smile back and wave. Castiel was feeling pretty good about this courting business.
Dean and he kissed twice, more than twice many many times. That meant that Dean liked him right? Castiel knew that he liked Dean.
If his timing was correct than the man was sure to respond to Castiel’s in love feelings. It was only natural. Looking back at Dean one more time, Castiel smirked. Yes, Dean would be susceptible.
Castiel walked behind the group until he was directly beside Dean.
“What’s up,” Dean asked when Castiel was directly beside him.
Castiel scowled and thought hard. Was he supposed to kiss Dean and then ask him to go steady or was there some other formula…
A Hug? Sex? Holding Hands?
Castiel shrugged, that sounded as good as anything. He reached to Dean’s and without much deliberation Dean accepted his offered hand. Castiel loved how warm Dean’s hand was inside of his own; that was definitely a good sign for the future.
“Dean, I’ve decided we’re going steady.”
Dean’s features worked. “Steady?”
Castiel nodded. “Do you accept?”
Dean chuckled and shrugged. “Sure, what the hell.”
Castiel beamed and squeezed Dean’s hand tighter, which only made Dean squeeze his back, He looked at the now adult man - who used to be such an amazing little kid - and decided that though Dean was different, much different, from who he was when he was a little kid he loved him nonetheless.
And besides, he preferred him better as an adult. He was taller, his body was beautiful, he was rash and not so much in his father’s shadow and best of all, they could touch each other all they want without it seeming inappropriate.
Life was perfect, in a few short days Castiel would make Dean fall in love with him and they would live the rest of Dean’s life as married partners. What could ruin this?
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Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 20
So Castiel started touching Dean more. The boy didn’t seem to mind or react any differently to him. But, Castiel was a whole other story. Every time he touched Dean he felt an overwhelming electric surge shoot through his body, whether he was touching his thick jackets or his bare skin he still felt like everything in his entire being was set on fire.
It was still irritating that Dean didn’t care enough or didn’t notice his new form of advances but it was also a little triumphing to know that Luke’s advice didn’t work. Dean seemed to be off in his own little world the majority of the day anyways.
When they settled down for the day Castiel decided that he didn’t want to follow Dean to bed and was content with resigning himself to a boring night on the lookout for demons and just thinking about Dean but he was interrupted by a rough voice.
“Cas.” It was Dean. Castiel craned his neck to see the man on his knees with his head poked out of his tent, waving Castiel over. Castiel turned around, murmuring his short apologies to the angels he was supposed to be patrolling with and walked toward Dean’s tent.
Dean smiled at him and poked his head back in the tent while waving for Castiel to follow. He got on his knees and crawled in the tent after Dean; Dean’s tent was for the most part, an iota or two bigger than his counterparts. Castiel could at least sit up in it, as well as Dean, if he sits closer to the middle.
As soon as he was inside he saw Dean sitting in the middle of the tent with his legs crossed, biting the side of his lip and looking around nervously. When Castiel ducked in Dean looked at him and smiled a charming little smile. He patted an area a couple of feet in front of him and waited for Castiel to come over and sit down.
“Can I talk to you real quick?” Dean asked him as soon as he was sitting comfortably in his seat.
Castiel nodded now very happy that Dean was reaching out to him about something, by the looks of it, important. “Of course.”
Dean nodded quickly and with a short clearing of his throat he started to talk. “I’m uh, I’m starting to remember some stuff…”
Castiel pouted and cocked his head to the side. “Stuff?”
Dean gave Castiel a shy, sort of irritated look before sighing and nodding. “Yeah, I hadn’t really thought about the time I spent there - in Iad, I mean - since I saw you again but… they said some weird stuff…”
“Weird stuff… like what?”
“You know, just strange. I thought you might know something about it.”
Castiel nodded slowly, not fully understanding but wanting to help regardless. “Just tell me whatever you’re thinking… I don’t mind…”
“A demon… he told me that -uh - he told me about a prophecy…”
Castiel tried to keep his features neutral but he did feel a bit of irritation; why hadn’t John explained all of the prophecy stuff to Dean years ago. The fact that it took a demon to tell Dean what he was put on this earth to do was startling and very disappointing. He nodded knowingly.
“So you know about it? It’s true?”
Castiel nodded again.
“I’m the champion of the angels… I’m your champion.”
Castiel cleared his throat. “Yes.”
Dean looked at Castiel for a long time, he looked upset and confused but not with Castiel it was something or someone completely different. He opened his mouth slowly but it proved to be a false start when he slapped it closed again; he continued to do this for a while and it shocked Castiel when he actually spoke. “How did that happen?”
Castiel shrugged. “That wasn’t an intelligent question-“
Dean rolled his eyes. “Thanks Cas.”
“You were born with this rite you’ll always have it and you always have.”
“I know, okay, I understand but I still don’t-” Dean cleared his throat. “-Understand.”
Castiel nodded and then shook his head. “You’re confusing me.”
Dean sighed, frustrated. “Obviously, there’s a disconnect here. Listen, all I’m saying is that I’m a little nervous okay, how in the hell am I expected to lead an army against an angel as old and experienced as Lucifer is and his big bad demon brigade?”
Castiel cocked his head to the side. He had not expected this reaction from Dean; he’d expected confusion and maybe a little resentment for not being told but flat out denial of his abilities and pure self-doubt were not exactly anticipated
“Dean, that’s foolish. Of course you can lead them, you’re you.”
Dean scoffed.
“My father would not have chosen you if he didn’t think you could do it, he put you here for a reason and this was that reason.”
Dean raised his eyebrows in mock belief before shaking his head. “But, Cas - “
“Look, why did you call me here if all you were going to do was berate yourself?”
Dean pouted and shrugged.
“I know you very well. And I don’t remember you ever acting this way. You’ve always known that you would make a good leader and that’s all we need…”
Dean seemed to tense up some more and he shook his head. “You people need to find someone else to do this job for you because I can’t.”
Castiel breathed a long heavy sigh of irritation and anger. He knew Dean was stubborn but this was ridiculous; he didn’t understand why humans didn’t just accept what they were told, why did they have to fight and make everything so difficult. “Dean, there’s no one but you. And you know just as well as I do that you are good for this job… just like you’re good for everything else you’ll be expected to do.”
Dean nodded. “Look, I don’t want to. When we get back you need to tell your brothers that I don’t want anything to do with this war or whatever the hell is going on.”
Castiel opened his mouth to reply when he noticed the slightest glint in Dean’s eyes. He stared deeply into them and gasped, Dean only scowled and leaned away from him. Castiel breathed out a chuckle and a small twitch-like smile formed on his face. “You’re lying.”
Dean scrunched his nose. “What?”
“You’re not telling the truth,” Castiel said, smiling fully now. “You know you could do it just as well as I do.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Whatever… you’ve served your purpose - I told you what I wanted to tell you - you can go now.”
Dean was pointing at the flaps of his tent but Castiel could barely pay attention. He was interested now… if Dean knew he was good for the job then why was he so intent on not doing it. There had to be something else…
“Dean, you can tell me what’s bothering you. Just tell me the real reason why you don’t want to do it,” Castiel said to him with a small smile.
Dean’s previous irritation seemed to melt away from his face and he was now looking at Castiel with the same nervousness and sadness that he had when he first came inside. “I can’t -“ Dean sighed extravagantly and sighed, throwing his arms into the air. “I can’t kill Lucifer’s champion.”
Castiel perked up instantly at the mention of Lucifer’s champion. Despite their best efforts in the beginning his brothers were never able to find Lucifer’s champion and after a while they gave up all together and instead focused on Dean’s upbringing. It only made since that the demons would have found Lucifer’s champion by now.
“How do know that? I doubt they’re any tougher than you, who ever it is is a mortal after all.”
Dean shook his head, frowning deeply. “You don’t understand. Lucifer’s champion… they told me. They told me - “ Dean sighed and slapped his hand over his eyes. “They told me it was Sam.”
Castiel openly gasped and wrenched back. Now, that was a shock. The mortal was not meant to be someone like Sam; it was meant to be some mean-spirited human; one who probably bared a grudge against humans, angels or the angels champion himself. A mortal with motive or one who sought revenge. Sam was not like that; he bared none of those qualities. He was a sweet little boy who meant a lot to the people around him.
Castiel breathed a heavy sigh; just as Dean changed during the years that Castiel was not there it was the same with Sam. He didn’t know him anymore and he could have changed drastically since ten years ago.
“Has Sam displayed any qualities that may hint at him someday becoming… well…”
“Evil?” Dean filled in.
Castiel nodded.
Dean shook his head. “No, he’s the same as always…”
Castiel smiled. “Then everything’s fine. Dean, becoming a someone’s champion is something you have to agree to do; if Sam doesn’t want to do it then there’s no way Lucifer will be able to win anything.” Castiel was really excited; his father must have preordained this result. They would win the war by default; Sam would never turn against his brother.
“Yeah…” Dean said; there was no excitement or emotion in his voice.
Castiel frowned and scrunched his eyebrows. “Dean, don’t you understand. The war is won, Lucifer’s champion will not fight his own brother.”
“Nah, I think he might.”
Castiel frowned and his head did a small dip to the side. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t think - I don’t think Sam will turn on his people but he’ll turn on me in a second when he finds out - “ Dean’s frown deepened and he closed his eyes tight. “ - when he finds out what I did.”
Castiel was confused for lack of a better word. He frowned and moved closer to Dean, almost until their knees were touching. “What happened?”
Dean opened his eyes and quickly started looking at the ground. He didn’t speak for a while and Castiel pressed him on by placing his hand on Dean’s shoulder and squeezing it tight. Dean looked at him then and Castiel could already see the sadness and guilt in his wide eyes.
“The day that I got kidnapped - I - uh - I let them -“ Dean stopped and cleared his throat. “They gave me a choice. They said they would kill dad if I didn’t let them - “ Dean inhaled and placed his hand over his mouth.
Castiel placed his other hand on Dean’s shoulder and frowned. He thought he might know where this was going… “If you didn’t let them what?”
Dean seemed to regain his composure and blank neutrality took over his features. “If I didn’t let them kill Jess. So, I told them to do it and they did.”
Castiel was taken aback, although he had an idea that this was the case it was still shocking to hear that Dean let that girl get murdered. He tightened his grip on Dean’s shoulders and frowned at him.
“He loved that girl since before he’d hit puberty. They were going to get married when they were of-age. Now she’s dead because of me and Sam is going to want his revenge.” Dean said plainly.
Castiel opened his mouth and closed it; for the first time he was speechless. He knew how much Dean cared for his father and he knew he would do anything for him; but to freely give up an innocent girl’s life and not only an innocent girl but his brother’s innocent girl was seemed so far beyond his spectrum of belief. He could not believe it. He wanted to think of Dean as an irrational foolish person who was easily tricked by the demons games but when he looked at his guilty face he couldn’t - not for a second. He was a pawn in this prophecy as well.
He was the betrothed. He was here to support Dean, not scold him. He was going to help him get through this.
“Listen Dean, we’re going to fix this.”
Dean shook his head. “Dude, there’s nothing we can do.”
Castiel nodded. “Just let me take care of it.”
Dean smirked. “So you’re going to talk to Sam for me and start acting like I real guardian angel, huh?”
Castiel chuckled and then nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to try.”
“Thanks…” Dean murmured begrudgingly.
Castiel smiled and allowed his hands to drop back to his sides. He moved away from Dean and smiled at him; they sat there in silence for a while, both just looking at each other. It was a comforting thought; Dean trusted him enough to fix this. The stress and guilt in his eyes disappeared immediately and once again, he was normal and relaxed. It really was a good feeling.
It was a very comfortable silence but there was something nagging at Castiel and he really wanted to ask Dean about it.
“Since you were able to ask me about stuff am I allowed to ask you something that I’m confused about?”
Dean shrugged. “Sure, shoot.”
“When you were still unconscious - when we first saved you I mean - Luke mentioned something about you having - about you telling him to save your… well, your ‘honey’.”
Dean chuckled and dreamily looked into the top of his tent.
Castiel felt his dejection reaching epic proportions; so Dean was in a relationship with someone. It was depressing but understandable, Dean was an amazing person and he was amazing to look at. If he was not already in love with someone Castiel would think there was something wrong.
“How long have you two been together?”
Dean laughed out loud then, his neck bending back and everything. “Together? Dude, I’ve barely talked to the guy.”
Castiel’s eyebrows wrinkled and he cocked his head to the side. That was definitely interesting. “But, you looked as if… as if you were in love with this man.”
“In Love? Cas, I don’t really know him. He’s the head healer in the castle, I don’t even know his name but I call him Dr. Sexy. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask him to be my boyfriend since I was fifteen. It’s a little pathetic really…”
Castiel was definitely confused now. “Then, who are you in love with?” He pressed.
“I’m not in love with anybody.”
“But, Luke told me you’ve been with many people…”
Dean looked to the side and murmured some angry words about his friend before nodding. “Yeah, I’ve had sex with people, I haven’t been in love since I was thirteen.”
“Thirteen? With who? What happened to them?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “It was with you and you left.”
Castiel was taken aback for a second time that night. He placed his hands in his lap and looked at Dean, amazed. “You were once in love with me?”
Dean slapped his hand on his forehead and sighed. “Yeah Cas, I was thirteen though. Don’t let it get to your head.”
Castiel wrapped his arms across his chest and frowned. “I wasn’t going to… it’s just so amazing. I had no idea.”
“Dude, I asked you to kiss me. Why the hell did you think I did that?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sure, I thought it might have been some kind of friendly gesture.”
Dean threw his hands up and frowned. “You know what, tonight has been embarrassing enough. I think we should call it a night.”
Castiel nodded. “Of course Dean … whatever you say. But, first may I ask you another question?”
Dean rolled his eyes but relented without struggle. “What is it now?”
“Did you enjoy our kiss?”
Dean looked irritated for a couple of seconds before that faded away completely, replaced by a bit of amusement and something that Castiel never saw before. “I don’t really remember,” He said with a slick smirk.
Castiel’s face dropped. “Oh, it was so long ago. I shouldn’t expect you to… I’m going to go now.” Castiel started to amble out of the room but was stopped quickly by Dean’s hand on his upper arm.
“But, you could always remind me,” Dean said with another emotion that Castiel never heard in his voice before.
He looked at Dean, confused but secretly delighted that he was getting the opportunity to kiss Dean again. He couldn’t help but think that this might mean something. “Are you saying you want me to kiss you again?”
Dean shrugged. “Yeah, if you want to.”
Castiel smiled and placed his hand on Dean’s knee and with no further provocation he pressed his lips against Dean’s. Dean immediately wrapped his arms around Castiel’s neck and kissed him hard. Castiel was shocked by the roughness of the kiss but something stirred within his stomach that made all of that shock simmer away. He returned the roughness eagerly and was shocked once again when he felt the inside of Dean’s mouth on the outside of his own. Trying to imitate him, he opened his mouth and within seconds Dean’s tongue was slithering around inside of Castiel’s mouth. And once again he felt something stir within his stomach and lower.
He was too into the kiss to pay attention though. Dean surely improved his kissing skills since he was thirteen years old; this new style of kissing changed everything within Castiel. He wanted so much more of Dean and so much more of kisses like this.
Dean moved closer and his chest was pressed tight against Castiel’s. Castiel didn’t know what was happening or what was about to happen. But, he never felt better than he did at that moment and he didn’t want to stop.
But, something did happen and Dean stopped.
Castiel didn’t understand but he saw that Dean was looking down at something that was on his body. He frowned; what could possibly be more interesting than what they were doing at that moment. When he looked at Dean again he saw that the boy was smirking, amused.
Castiel looked down and gulped when he saw it. There was a tent in his pants; he was aroused, Dean aroused him. He pulled away from Dean quickly and shuffled backwards.
“I apologize - I’m going to - “ Without waiting for Dean to say anything he shuffled out of the tent and ran away.
~*~*~*~
Castiel spent the rest of the night in intolerable embarrassment. He stayed on his “patrol” for the majority of the night. He would have stayed on it forever if he could - he could not bear to think about his startling behavior in front of his friend. He didn’t mean to be so forward with him; it was unexpected. His body never reacted to a human like that before; he didn’t even know his anatomy worked the same as the humans.
But, they did morph into the human forms when they became outnumbered and it only made sense that he would… react.
His condition lasted for all of an hour and it was a wholly painful experience. He didn’t understand how humans could go through such conditions for extended periods of time; he hoped he would never have to go through such an experience again but he knew that if he ever pressed any other part of his body against Dean’s it would happen again.
He would have to find Dean and explain the situation. Then he would beg his forgiveness.
When he made it back to the camp the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon and all of the humans were creeping out of their respective tents - Castiel noted with a small twitch of his eyelids that Trent and Jo were creeping out of the same tent.
When Castiel saw Dean crawling out of his tent on all fours with half-lidded eyes and dry slightly parted lips he felt an all too familiar tingle light up his lower stomach. He hid himself from Dean’s view and exhaled slowly while Dean shuffled away from the camp.
He looked down and released a heavy sigh of relief; his body didn’t react at all to Dean’s vulgar position. He took a few more minutes to compose himself before going to find Dean.
He followed his “warmth” and as much of his essence as his body could possibly stand. What he saw was way too much to handle…
He found Dean on the edge of a blue lake. He was standing in waist deep in the flowing water while running his fingers through the small amount of hair on his head; he held a small bar of soap in his hands - making the entire area smell like peppermint and limes - and slowly ran it down his body. Castiel watched, entranced, as the tiny pink suds ran down Dean’s body and created a small cloud at Dean’s waist, shielding his nether regions from view. His body was reacting and for the love of god, he didn’t care. Dean was so… pleasing to the eye for lack of a better phrase.
Dean looked tensed and a little upset, he was slapping the water around and groaning every couple of seconds. When he noticed Castiel there - staring at him - he looked confused but his entire demeanor changed.
“Cas,” Dean started before closing his mouth and peering down at the water beneath him.
Castiel dragged his eyes away from Dean’s torso and looked at his face - which was equally as pleasing to look at - and frowned. “Dean.”
There was a long moment of silence when neither man said a word before Dean broke the silent spell.
“Look, Cas, last night I -“
Castiel knew it was rude, but he interrupted Dean before he could start to make any points about Castiel’s embarrassing behavior the day before. “I apologize for running out on you the way I did. Something came over me -“
And as rude as Castiel knew Dean knew it was, Dean interrupted him. “I shouldn’t have tried to make you kiss me, it was just some stupid childhood…” Dean twisted his arms around in circles for a while, apparently looking for the correct word and all he came up with was, “fantasy.”
Castiel straightened his new overcoat quickly when he heard that he was Dean’s fantasy, it was so flattering. But, he didn’t let that distract him. He had to explain to Dean what happened yesterday; he knew he would be able to explain it better than anyone else.
“No, Dean you didn’t force me into anything. You have to believe me when I say that there was nothing else in this world that I wanted to do more than kiss you last night.”
Dean’s eyes widened for all of two seconds before a cocky smirk formed on his face and he was nodding to himself, having a lot of confidence for someone who was currently nude. “Really?”
Castiel nodded and crept closer to the lake; he had a slightly better view of Dean’s “frontal” but he choose to ignore it in favor of explaining to Dean what happened.
“Yes, really. Last night’s kiss was one of the best experiences of my life… but I made a mistake… my body made a mistake. I didn’t know what to do so I just - left.”
Dean was starting to look humored but Castiel could also see a bit of knowing in his eyes. His smirk was only growing and becoming more smug as time went on; he swam a little closer to where Castiel was standing and looked up at him with wide green eyes, “What happened?”
Castiel cleared his throat, not exactly wanting to explain but knowing that he was already close to gaining Dean’s forgiveness and he would have to eventually. He opened his mouth to speak and found his face was becoming warmer and warmer. “Well - uh - it was the strangest thing.. you see, when you were so close to me when we were - what did you call it? - Swapping spit?” Dean nodded. “I felt this tingling in my gut and I was - then there was… well a bodily experience-“
Dean huffed out a loud bark-like laugh and grinned toothily. “Dude, you got hard.”
Castiel frowned. Hard? He shook his head and frowned. “No, one of my bodily appendages -“
“Cas, it’s called getting hard,” Dean said slowly. “I got you hard.”
Castiel cleared his throat for a second time and nodded, trusting Dean’s judgment. “Yes, you made me… hard…”
Dean was looking at Castiel in a lighthearted manner, all of the stress that was on his face fading away. Castiel was happy that Dean was not upset with him and instead seemed to understand his situation.
“Man, you’re hard right now.”
Castiel looked down and frowned when he saw his “appendage” was pressing against the zipper of his pants. Well, he knew that was going to happen but he hoped Dean didn’t notice.
But, of course he did and in no time he was laughing at him.
“I apologize…”
Dean shook his head. “Nah man, it’s fine. Perfectly normal.”
Castiel nodded and then turned away. “Umm… I’m going to walk this one off.”
“No,” Dean said quickly. Castiel turned around and frowned, cocking his head to the side at the leering man in the lake. “I can - uh - take care of it for ya.”
Castiel’s eyes widened and he walked closer to the lake until he was on the very edge of it. “You can do that?”
“Yeah, I can,” Dean said, he moved away from the edge of lake and moved back to give Castiel room to come in.
The angel looked at the small amount of room in front of Dean that was given to him and frowned, confused with Dean’s intentions. He really wanted to start walking to get rid of this aching pain on his penile area. “I don’t understand.”
“Cas,” Dean snapped, very irritated. “Just get in the water.”
Without thinking too much about it, Castiel walked into the water. Dean burst out laughing and Castiel realized that, unlike Dean, he still had all of his clothes on. Castiel felt his face going warm; the cold water seemed to dull his “hardness” but with one look at the wet Dean it seemed to hop on up again. He was so embarrassed; once again… Dean was killing his judgment but when he looked up at his striking face he didn’t care.
Within seconds, Dean was smiling brashly and moving close to Castiel until their bodies were pressed up close to once another. Dean placed his hand on the inside of Castiel’s jacket and ran his hands along the seams until he reached the Castiel’s pants.
“What - What are you - “ Castiel asked him as his eyes snapped back and forth between Dean’s hand and his face. He was smirking at him and then, within seconds his “hardness” was released into the open water and Dean’s strong hand was wrapped around it.
Castiel openly groaned as his entire being was released into the lake water. He felt something come out and then he was breathing heavily and leaning hard on Dean’s shoulder as the man continued to rub his hand all over Castiel’s deflated problem. It was one of the best things Castiel ever felt… it was grand and it was because of Dean.
He lifted himself off of Dean’s shoulder and looked him in his big green eyes. “Dean, what did you just do?”
Dean just chuckled and then his hand was on the back of Castiel’s head and he pulled the angel into his lips. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s back as the man rubbed his tongue and lips all over and throughout his mouth. As he expected, he became hard again in Dean’s embrace but Dean helped him out over and over and over again until all Castiel could feel was Dean’s lips, Dean’s chest and Dean’s hands drowning out every other care in the world.
In the thousands of years Castiel was in Mamot, he never felt better.
~*~*~*~
They made it back to the camp almost an hour later, everyone gave them strange looks when they noticed how soak and wet Castiel was but no one said anything. They were pretty close to Inim territory by now and would soon be home; they didn’t have time to tease.
But, Castiel and Dean sure had time to stare. Castiel walked in the front of the group with the rest of the angels while the humans all lagged behind with their horses, some of them rode but Dean walked his horse. He claimed he was feeling much better - considering his injuries - and wanted to walk a little.
Every couple of seconds, Castiel looked behind him and smiled at the stunning young man with a short little wave. Dean would always smile back and wave. Castiel was feeling pretty good about this courting business.
Dean and he kissed twice, more than twice many many times. That meant that Dean liked him right? Castiel knew that he liked Dean.
If his timing was correct than the man was sure to respond to Castiel’s in love feelings. It was only natural. Looking back at Dean one more time, Castiel smirked. Yes, Dean would be susceptible.
Castiel walked behind the group until he was directly beside Dean.
“What’s up,” Dean asked when Castiel was directly beside him.
Castiel scowled and thought hard. Was he supposed to kiss Dean and then ask him to go steady or was there some other formula…
A Hug? Sex? Holding Hands?
Castiel shrugged, that sounded as good as anything. He reached to Dean’s and without much deliberation Dean accepted his offered hand. Castiel loved how warm Dean’s hand was inside of his own; that was definitely a good sign for the future.
“Dean, I’ve decided we’re going steady.”
Dean’s features worked. “Steady?”
Castiel nodded. “Do you accept?”
Dean chuckled and shrugged. “Sure, what the hell.”
Castiel beamed and squeezed Dean’s hand tighter, which only made Dean squeeze his back, He looked at the now adult man - who used to be such an amazing little kid - and decided that though Dean was different, much different, from who he was when he was a little kid he loved him nonetheless.
And besides, he preferred him better as an adult. He was taller, his body was beautiful, he was rash and not so much in his father’s shadow and best of all, they could touch each other all they want without it seeming inappropriate.
Life was perfect, in a few short days Castiel would make Dean fall in love with him and they would live the rest of Dean’s life as married partners. What could ruin this?
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