Sight, Scent, Taste, Feel

Rating-M

Pairing-Dean/Castiel, Benny/Castiel in his dreams

This fic was prompted by my favorite fallen angel, the lovely Vhanstiel. She requested Cas body worship. I hope this hits the mark!

Sorry, my story is not betaed. So the grammer, spelling, tempo, might suck ass

Benny's mouth drops open. He's gaping and he can't help it. His eyes roam slowly up and down the body of the man in front of him. He stops once he gets to the man's mouth. It's so pink and plush, he notices, instantly wanting to feel their fullness against his lips. Who knew that underneath that damn beard was a beautifully sculpted jaw, a sexy as hell cleft, and those kissable lips?

"Cassteeall" he drawls out, his mouth watering suddenly. He feels like this is the first time he's ever truly seen Castiel. Really taken a good look at him.

"It's goddamn good to see ya." Yeah, real fucking good, he adds internally appreciating how good the angel looks all cleaned up wearing only a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up exposing gently sculpted forearms, navy pants hugging slim hips, and a navy tie that looks like it's begging to be used in all sorts of wicked and obscene ways.

"Benny" Castiel nods stiffly and reaches out to shake the vampire's hand.

"No man. C'mere." Benny replies unable to hide his shark like grin, and before Castiel can protest, he finds himself being engulfed in a massive embrace.

Benny holds onto the angel tightly feeling the solid muscle tense under his hands and against his chest. He presses closer still, enjoying the feel of Castiel's blood running through the angel's veins and the even rhythm of his borrowed heart. He inhales and nearly swoons from Castiel's scent. It's a mixture of herbal shampoo, sweat, sweet coffee, and ozone. It's soothing and comforting, but also foreign and exotic. It arouses his hunger, his blood lust. His face turns reflexively towards the angel's pulse point, loving the scrape of stubble from Castiel's sharp jaw, and touches his lips to the hot skin there. Feeling his own blood boiling now, he starts to open his mouth, razor sharp teeth emerging, and is about to taste the angel when he feels a hand grab his shoulder roughly.

"Okay dude, enough." Dean snarls into Benny's ear. "Can't you see you're crushing the guy?" He pulls Benny away and tugs at Castiel's arm prying him from the vampire's tight hold.

Castiel looks at Dean with his brow creased and anger in his eyes, not liking to be touched let alone held by anyone other than Dean. He knows Benny has been a "good friend" to Dean and that he has never let the hunter down. For that reason alone, he resists the strong urge to smite him on the spot. That, and the fact that they do need him for an important hunt. He's grateful that his friend rescued him from the vampire's grasp, and lets himself be led towards their motel room's couch where he sits himself closely next to the hunter.

Benny didn't know what came over him. Castiel has awakened in him a hunger that he believed he had suppressed to such an extent that it had ceased to exist. Everyone of his already highly attuned senses honing to a painful point towards the angel. He finally understands his friend's refusal at leaving Purgatory without the angel. His insistence to "find the angel" at all costs. Shit he thinks, I never would have left without him either. The way he's feeling must be obvious because the look of warning in Dean's eyes snaps him out of his stupor.

Benny, with will power he didn't think he had, resists the urge to bare his fangs at his friend and take the angel as his own. He takes a deep breath, looking over at the pair on the couch. His eyes widen in sudden understanding. How could I have been so stupid, he wonders. The hand that Dean has placed on Castiel's thigh, possessively, all but screams to Benny that the angel is his, and to back the fuck off.

Can't blame him, Benny muses and agrees with the hunter. Castiel is definitely the type of being that needs to be claimed. Branded. Marked. If he were Benny's, Benny would take his sweet time cataloguing every plane and curve of the angel's long lean body. He would make sure that not an inch of skin on Castiel's body would be spared from his particular kind of labeling.

"S'nice to see you topside, pardner." He finally says, smiling and focusing all of his attention on Castiel's movements and reactions. If he cannot physically caress the angel, then he sure as hell was going to try and engage him in some of that famous eye-fucking he witnessed between Dean and Castiel while they were trapped in Purgatory.

He thinks back on all of the times while in Purgatory that Dean would insist that he and Castiel go scouting, or claim to be gathering wood, or searching for food, or whatever the fuck, and leave for hours on end. He remembers how they looked after their return. Both wearing small secret smiles and eyes all aglow. Dean, always glowering, would return actually looking happy. Castiel, who's mood was one of constant negativity and resignation, would return looking calm and content.

Keeping the angel's too blue eyes focused on him, he whistles and shakes his head. "Man, I thought you were done for. Your boy here was a total wreck when he told me you didn't make it." He looks over at Dean and notices immediately how his friend blushes and licks his bottom lip. An action that doesn't go unnoticed by Castiel as he turns to lookat Dean, and unconsciously mimicking the hunter, bites at his own plump bottom lip.

The vampire's eyes widen at the spectacle. He instantly feels heat-pooling low in his belly. He tears his eyes from the angel's perfect profile and tempting pink tongue as he continues.

"So how did you get out? I mean, I thought Dean here was our only ride out." He says gesturing to the hunter. "Are you holding out on us or something? You find another mule, no offence brotha. " He adds nodding to Dean. "You maybe have another human helping you out we don't know about? Another hunter you're riding?" he taunts smirking.

Castiel snaps his attention back to the vampire, fixing him with a steely glare and clenched jaw daring him to continue. He moves as if to rise, but Dean holds him firmly to his side.

The vampire laughs softly to himself satisfied with the way the angel's face turns a pretty pink and at how his friend's turns a murderous red at the innuendo.

"Benny." Dean snaps at the vampire. "Cas doesn't remember, okay? We're dealing with it. So, drop it."

Dean then turns his head and leans into Castiel. He whispers something into the angel's ear that relaxes the tense line of his shoulders and softens the crease on his brow. Castiel tilts his head up and locks eyes with Dean. He nods, smiles, and puts his hand over the hunter's.

Benny rolls his eyes and holds his hands up in mock surrender "Fine, sorry. Just figured pretty boy angel here owed us some answers, is all."

At that all too memorable comment, Dean's hand moves from Castiel's thigh, and wraps instead around the angel's shoulder pulling him closer to his side.

"Yeah, well just so you know, Cas and I are working on getting those answers." Dean says not liking how defensive he sounds, but pushes on regardless. "So don't worry about it, 'cause we got it covered." Staring steadily at the vampire, he pulls the angel closer still to emphasize his trust and faith in him.

"Okay then, how about filling me in on why you had to call me for help." Benny says after a while, shaking his head and wanting to move the topic away from the mysterious return of the angel, yet unable to stop glancing over at him every few seconds. He moves to take a seat at the dining table where Sam is seated and glaring threateningly at him.

"May I?" He asks before pulling the chair out, smiling sweetly towards the younger Winchester.

Dean looks nervously towards his brother trying to decide if he should perhaps move closer to him in case he decides to lunge at the vampire. He hesitates, not wanting to let go of Castiel, basking in the heat that seeps from the angel's body into his own. He relaxes seeing that Sam is forcing himself to calm down and holding his ground, for the moment. Dean speaks up quickly and loudly in an attempt to get everyone's attention.

"Seems like there's a nest of vamps holed up in a warehouse on the other side of town that have joined forces with some demons and have, for lack of a better word, gotten very creative in their draining and turning methods." Dean looks over at his brother. Sam nods, jaw still clenched, but no longer with murder in his eyes

"They also have at least one angel sword and knowledge of anti-angel spells. This is why we felt that you would be the perfect creature to aid us in destroying them before they can cause anymore destruction." Castiel adds, covering Dean's hand again with his own after the hunter gives him a squeeze of approval.

"You think you can come up with a plan to take out those cocksuckers or what?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, once you fill me in on all of the details, I'm sure I can think up a plan that could work." He pauses and considers before continuing, "Just promise me you'll make sure not to snuff out every vampire in that warehouse. Innocent bystander here." Benny directs this last towards Sam who's sitting directly across from him.

Sam snorts and gets up. He walks right up to the vampire using his added height for intimidation. "Just make sure you don't get in my way." He says tight lipped.

Benny stands, and in a blur of movement that unbalances Sam, has him pinned over table.

"Whoa, okay ladies, everyone back to their corners." Dean interjects, still not leaving the angel's side.

Sam regains his footing and turns to face the vampire, "One more thing" he moves closer to the vampire looming menacingly over the shorter man."Calling you was Dean's idea. I was, am, against it. So after this job is done, you're back to not being welcome around me. See, I'm not your friend, or ally. And I'm definitely not your 'pardner." He finishes snidely.

"Alright, alright. No need to be so threatening, brotha." Benny says stepping back and away from Sam. "You've made your position perfectly clear. However, Dean and Castiel know that I'm your best option right now to get this job done. So for them," And for a chance to get the angel alone, he thinks,"I'm more than happy to be of assistance to a team of such obviously capable hunters" he sneers.

"Enough, both of you."

Dean finally gets up, reluctantly leaving his spot next to Castiel and moves to put himself between his brother, who hasn't stopped clenching and unclenching his fists throughout this entire exchange, and the vampire, before they end up one less ally.

"Chill the fuck out" Dean all but yells, glowering at both men. "Sam", he turns to face his brother, "You're gonna have to get past all this bullshit if we're gonna work together. We gotta stay focused or those monsters will be the end of us, okay?" his voice softening at the end.

"Okay then, where were we?" Benny interrupts, taking his seat back at the tiny dining table. "How big is the nest?"

"No idea." Dean reaches out and gives Sam's shoulder a gentle squeeze before continuing. "Don't know how many demons either. But none of that matters unless we know how many angel swords they're wielding and which one of them is casting the anti-Cas spells. Dean looks over at Castiel, unable to read his expression. "Cas, I know you can take out, what 5, 6, in a fight, but I'd rather not risk it."

"Dean, I'm..." Castiel begins to protest but the hunter cuts him off.

"Cas, no. Not a word. We already agreed on how we were gonna handle this." His tone, final.

"Dean's right Cas. It's not just the swords and the sigils. Don't forget what damage a souped up vampires can do. Plus you're not 100% yet since you've been back." Sam reminds him.

"Fine." Castiel drops the argument and gets up to stand next to Dean.

The vampire stares at Castiel as he walks over to his friend. Smiling as he admires how the angel's lithe body moves smoothly towards them.

"Dude, hey, you with us?" Dean snaps his fingers in front of the vampire's face. Feeling a knot of jealousy stirring in his gut from the look the vampire is giving HIS angel.

Benny looks up at Dean and realizes that he needs to tread cautiously with his growing obsession over the angel. The hunter could and would not hesitate to gank him if he believes Benny to be a threat.

Smiling at Dean, and sending a wink to Castiel, he says, "I believe I have a plan that just might work."

"Castiel" the vampire nods towards the angel, "What say you and me go in together, while your boyfriend here and Sam stay safe outside and wait for our signal to charge once everything is safe."

"What? Oh fuck no!" Dean starts.

"Hear me out first."

Dean crosses his arms and gestures for the vampire to continue.