o0Cabin Fever0o
The door to my cabin opened, stern green eyes meeting mine as Dean walked in. I smiled up at him, pushing away the book on my lap.
"Come to have a bedtime story?" I smirked. Emerald colored eyes flashed with impatience. He locked the door, shrugging off his jacket with ease and dropping it on the couch on his way to me.
"You know why I'm here." Dean grunted, kicking off his boots. I chuckled as he hungrily approached me. Strong calloused fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me up to meet him in a heated kiss. His hot tongue coaxed open my lips, forcing my mouth open.
"Someone's impatient." I teased, his palms slide beneath my shirt. The dogtags he required us to wear clattered around my neck.
"You've been avoiding me." Dean growls. Which is partially true. We've had this sort of relationship for awhile now. The frantic kisses. The rough, quick sex. Dean took my virginity. He took my grace. He took my heart. He took everything from me.
"I've heard about you sneaking into Risa's tent again." I mocked, gasping as his finger pulled tighter at my hair. When I'd first fallen, I'd been shattered, scared. Dean had been so gentle back then, so careful with me. Now he was harsh, boarding cruel. I gripped his biceps, tracing the vivid healed scar of my handprint on his arm. My brand, declaring him under my protection from other angels. Claiming him as mine.
"Just keeping up appearances." Dean mutters, breath warm on my collar as he traces over my hips with warm fingers. I know it's true. The women in the compound fall over themselves to get to our fearless leader. Dean could have anyone he wanted. But he always came back to me.
"Wouldn't want anyone to know you swing both ways." The mirth in my voice was stolen by a heated kiss. Dean clamped his mouth over mine, sucking the air from my lungs and making my body burn with desire in only a way he could. He nipped at my neck, pushing at my legs for me to part them and allow him to be closer. I held firm, watching his jaw tick with annoyance.
"I don't swing both ways. I only want you." Dean bite out, hands sliding up my torso. I shivered, leaning back into my chair with a smirk. It was the closest to romance he had come in ages.
"How sweet." I grin sarcastically. He frowns, yanking me from the chair by my arm and tossing me to my cot. I flopped down, feeling the wood dig into my side.
"Why are you being a little bitch?" He snapped, shucking off his shirt. I took a minute to admire the smooth tan muscles, littered with silver scars I'd tended too. Each one had a story, one I was always a part of. Leaving Dean's side was never something I could do, even when I had been an angel.
"I'm jealous." I admitted. Dean didn't respond for a moment, unbuckling his worn belt as he kneeled between my outstretched legs. I closed them and he scowled.
"You have more sex with women then I do." He quipped. I glared at his neck as he leaned over me, helping me out of my jeans. His soft dirty blonde hair tickled my cheek, I nuzzled his stupid head.
"Only to get you jealous." I sighed against the back of his neck, his quick moving hands paused for a brief moment. His knuckles brushed my hipbone and I arched under him. Our bare chests touched for the first time in four days, the longest either of us had gone from being with each other in five years. Tingles of pleasure rippled up my spine. Even if I had six women scampering to bring me pleasure, not a single one of them could come even close to Dean.
"But you never get jealous." I mumble, wrapping my arms tightly over his broad shoulders. I hated how much human emotions hurt. I seemed to be especially susceptible to jealousy when it came to Dean. Seeing him flirt with women on the compound was unbearable. I had sex with them after he was finished to make myself feel better. When Sam had been alive, I'd even felt jealous of him. I wanted Dean to love me, to only see me.
"I do. I just never show it." He lies. I roll my eyes, hugging him as he works off his own jeans around my hold.
"Stop clinging." He complains. I pull him tighter, burying my face in his strong neck. He sighs, dropping his solid weight against me as he returns the hug. I breath in the musky, masculine scent that is his distinctly. Some of my angel mojo still hangs on me, like sharp scent and sight. I can see the hairs raise on his arms when I kiss the always sensitive mark on his arm were we first connected our souls. Dean smells like the forest and something metallic, like steel or blood.
"I love you." I whisper, pressing my face to his chest. My stumble scrapes his skin and he hisses, trying to hid his arousal. I smile.
"Yeah, I know." He grunts, his cheeks burning as they always do when I speak to him like this. I slide my fingers through his hair, causing it to stick up messily. I chuckle as I lean up to kiss him tenderly.
"Say it back." I order, his cheeks darken further. Emotions are something he's distanced himself from. Since Sam died, he's been trying to turn himself into an emotionless leader. He's mostly succeeded, until I get a hold of him.
"I love you, too." He replied is a soft whisper, barely audible. I hum in the back of my throat, pulling him back down on me when he impatiently sits up.
"Spread your legs." He says, I close them tightly with leer. He only managed to get my jeans to my knees, he grips them, ripping them off completely leaving me naked. I unbutton his jeans, sliding my hand down the silky hairs on his hard stomach.
"Careful, I'm delicate." I whine, he rolls his eyes gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head. Our bodies are different. I'm wiry with lean muscle, in a fight I'm faster and more agile. Dean is all brute strength and quick thinking. We've fought before. Many times before actually. I have a small scar on my lip from where he punched me, he has one on his forehead from were I fought him when I was drunk.
"Come on." He snaps, aggressively pulling at my legs. I kick at him and he grunts, doubling over. I kiss his cheek and chuckle when he glares.
"Seduce me. I'm not some wanton whore who'll spread my legs whenever you desire." I say easily, but there is fire behind my words. Dean exhales sharply, eyes narrowing.
"Fine." He says. I snort, stretching beneath him and enjoying how he seems distracted by my soft chest and belly. I bend my arms behind my head, yawning.
"You make it seem so easy." I purr, curving the small of my back off the bed and delighting in how the bulge in the front of his jeans becomes more apparent. His green eyes darken, the blatant lust is so sinful. I shiver beneath his gaze.
"You are easy, for me." He smirks, flicking my nipples. I curse, gripping the sheets. Already my legs fall open and just as he moves forward I snap them shut. I'm a whore.
"We'll see about that." I scowl. His eyes light up at the challenge. A large hand rests on the small of my back, pressing into the dimples there. Our hips bump, and my erection is pressed into the rough denim. I swallow the moan in the back of my throat, when I feel his back muscles contract. I feel his thumb slide up my shaft, the pad resting on my leaking slit. I sob into his shoulder and he laughs.
"Come on, Cas. You know you can't hold out on me for long." Dean's breath is warm on my ear, I can hear his pulse rapid beneath his skin. I hold the artery on his throat between my teeth, licking at it so a hicky will appear. He lets out a guttural noise of pleasure and my toes curl in delight. Mine.
"Hnf!" I gasp as he rolls me over onto my stomach. His hands smooth over my back, his fingers tracing my ribs. I twitch beneath him, darting my hips against the bed for friction.
"Spread em' Cas." He demands. I breath heavily into the sheets, gripping them tightly in my fists.
"No." I pant. He growls and I smother my moans in my pillow. He reaches under me, pulling my hips up to meet his still clothed ones. I'm hard, and his eager fingers are bringing me even fuller in his palm.
"Dean." I choke out, gasping as he uses my precum as lubricant. He brings me to the edge with short tight grips, whispering in my ear nasty things. I groan as he kisses my neck, leaving hickies in retaliation for the ones on his throat.
"Castiel, spread your legs." He urges, kissing the side of my mouth which has fallen open and small gasps and sobs are leaving me. I obey, parting for him. Eventually, I will do anything Dean asks of me.
"Good boy." He says, and I whimper at the filthy tone in his raspy voice. We're unsure if it has to do with me being an angel previously, but we've never had the need for lube. I leak over the sheets and my thighs steadily, like a woman. I'm overly sensitive. At first I was humiliated, but Dean assured me it was 'hot'.
"Fuck-" He curses, his cheek resting on mine as he looks down at his hand still slowly pumping my cock.
"You're to tight. I'm going to have to stretch you again." He curses, his hand gathering some of my precum. He smears it over my hole, which immediately flexes at the feel of his familiar fingers. I get a little purchase on the bed with my knees, rocking back against his finger. Clutching the pillow to my face, I sob out his name. Dean groans, impatient. He doesn't want to prep me, he wants to let out his aggression on my body.
"Tease." He grits, sliding in another finger before I'm ready. My body convulses, stretching to accommodate him. Even my body rapidly adapts to please the back pressing me into the bed. Being human is fascinating.
"Dean, slower." I rasp, feeling tears gather in my eyes pathetically. I look over my shoulder and Dean winces, immediately he is more gentle. He kisses away the salty water from my face.
"Alright." I push away the pillow, crossing my arms under my cheek. Dean lifts up my hips, forcing me up on my knees, my chest remaining on the bed. I feel vulnerable in the position, it's one of Demon's favorites. He loves having me spread open before him, pounding me face first into the bedding. A third finger is added, and I gag with pleasure.
"Shhh." Dean hushes, not wanting another Apocalypse survivor to hear. I nod compliantly, taking in a deep breath.
"It feels so good." I reply, my voice muffled by me biting at the flesh on my wrists. A fourth finger is added and I bite my tongue so hard I can taste blood. I curse as it drips down my chin and soils my white sheets.
"You're soaking the sheets." He comments, and I think he's talking about the blood but realize he's speaking of the small warm puddle gathering between my thighs. He reaches down, coating himself. I roll onto my back before reaching up for him like a child. He lowers himself into my embrace and we kiss. His wet fingers touch my bottom lip and I tremble at the filthiness of the action. He looks at me expectantly and I lick at my fluids to please him, blushing as I do. He smirks and kisses me again.
"Why are you bleeding?" He asks, brow furrowed. His tongue prying at the cut on my own. I whimper, tighten my hold on him.
"Bit my tongue." I answer. His hands slide over my legs and he spreads me further, settling finally against me. Slowly he puts the tip of his cock at my entrance. Fluid is steadily leaking on my stomach. Dean moves forward with a quick snap of his hips and I scream. He curses, shoving a hand over my mouth.
"Cas, be quite." He demands, rolling me back over onto my stomach so I can stifle my moans into the pillow. His slow thrusts into my body are torture. I cry out, arching and rocking back against him until I'm full seated on his large, hard cock.
"Shut up." He snarls, forcing my head back down into the pillows. His hand remains on the back of my neck as a reminder as he speeds up. I can feel my ass jiggle a the force as he begins to pick up speed.
"Yes! Dean! Yes!" I sob, clawing at the bloody sheets. It's too much. Dean's harder then normal, his erection keeps brushing my prostate. My own prick is swollen and brushing the bed with every thrust.
"Someone will hear us if you keep screaming." He hisses, his cheek resting against mine again as he squeezes my cock in his hand threateningly. I nod in a quick panicky movement.
"I'm gonna cum." I announce. I feel him smirk, kissing my bleeding mouth. Our bodies are slick and sliding together perfectly.
"Go head'." He allows. I cum at the sound of his scratchy, approving voice. I have more stamina then him. Coming twice in a row is simple. Within two minutes of his erratic thrusts I'm hard again.
"Dean!" I whine. He growls again, this time his hand going around my throat and flexing there. I feel a droplet of sweat fall from his forehead and slide down my spine.
"Cas, quite." He warns. I nod shakily, my breath is too fast and I feel light headed. I always feel dizzy when I'm with Dean. Dean's close now too. His fingers tighten around my throat as he climaxes, I follow quickly behind him. I feel his fingers grip tightly at my hips, the bed rattling as he finishes in my hole. He rolls off of me, his breath as erratic as my own. I sit up, feeling my muscles already becoming sore at all the tensing and relaxes.
"Sleep here tonight." I breathe, already skirting on the edges of sleep. The bed is filthy, and both me and Dean are covered in rapidly drying sweat. He rolls his shoulder, his arm is probably burning as it always does when we have sex. Our bond strengthening every time. Our souls intertwining.
"You know I can't." He breathes out heavily, one arm pulling me to his chest, and the other draped over his eyes as he tries to get his breathing back under control.
"Please." I ask, touching the mark. Our connection. Dean's body twitches, he gulps down a quick breath. Pulling my hand down and intertwining out fingers.
"A few hours." He agrees slowly. I kiss at the underside of his jaw and he grins.
"What happened to your throat?" Chuck asks, worry coloring his features. I touch the bruised skin there and wince.
"Me and Dean had a little argument." Which was partially true. He scolded me for being so loud, but I got the bruises during sex not after.
"Oh." Chuck says, wincing. I see Dean come out of a tent, one of the women just had a baby. Dean checked on her regularly. The couple was young, and reminded him of his parents.
"How is she!" Chuck chirped. Dean's face was unresponsive for a moment, when his eyes met mine he offered me a small smile.
" The baby looks healthy. You mind getting her some medicine, Cas? She's having some minor stomach pain." Dean asked. I nodded, struggling not to stroke his stubbled cheek. In daylight Dean was even more beautiful. Sometimes I forgot how truly handsome he was, and I was dazed when looking at him.
"O-Of course." I stammered, clenching my jaw. He gave a short snort of amusement before turning and heading back to talk to the others.
The camp was in an uproar. Dean had found another survivor. A survivor that happened to be his twin.
"I'm telling you, I am Dean!" The man roared. The fire in his voice was so familiar, the passionate eyes, the glorious purity of his soul. Angels could smell it. Usually in humans it was weak. But Dean Winchester had always had a more beautiful soul then any other human he had ever seen. So tragic, and desperate, and brave.
"He's you. Just a younger you." I raised my eyebrows at the struggling young man. He was glorious. Before Dean was tired and given up hope. This was the fresh Dean, the one I'd originally fallen in love with.
"He says he traveled from the past." My Dean says, watching his younger self with distaste. I can barely take my eyes off the younger man. It was like my memories of the Dean who had loved me above all eyes were here. Would he still love me? I'd been so different in the past. Dean wasn't the only one to change.
"Should I talk to him?" I ask, sounding breathless. My Dean turned to me, suddenly angry.
"No, go get the men packed up." He snapped. I ducked out of the cabin.
"What?" I laugh, tossing him a easy grin.
"I like the old you." I say cheekily. Dean's eyes narrow a fraction. I watch them interact. It's interesting. My Dean seems so much colder, so much older in comparison. He's hardly aged, they look identical. But my Dean's eyes, they are so much more mature. So much harder. I feel a heavy sadness settle on my shoulders before dismissing it. I leave the cabin with young Dean, talking to him about the past. He's not very fond of me. His eyes are tight when he hears me speak so casually, and when he sees the women who leer at me as we pass by.
"So ... you're not an angel anymore?" He questions. I shake my head, fiddling the the pill bottle in my pocket.
"Nope, I'm a regular human." I shrug, smiling lazily. He doesn't like that answer. I remember Dean comforting me, holding me.
"Castiel." My Dean calls from his cabin. I look up, shocked. He only calls me Castiel when he is truly angry. Or when we're having sex. I swallow thickly.
"What's up, boss?" I call, he doesn't answer. He gives me a look demanding my presence. I nod to young Dean.
"See you later. The master calls." I smile. He gives me a small smile back. When I meet my Dean in the room he is trying to calm himself.
"What were you talking about with him?" Dean asks, crossing his arms in a strangely similar way to his old self. Any naivety he may have had it gone. The hope, the spark was missing. My Dean was so very sad.
"Stuff." I shrug, leaning back on the wall. My ass still hurts from the pounding Dean gave me the other night. I wonder what it would be like to let the past Dean have me. He would be slow, tentative. My old sweet Dean. I shiver at the idea.
"Well don't. I don't trust him." He says, glaring at me. I pull a face, raising my eyebrows up high.
"You don't trusts yourself?" I taunt. His eyes narrow further, until their slits.
"I don't trust myself around you." He says. My face burns at the declaration.
"Fine. I won't." I say.
"How am I supposed to get home, Cas?" The past Dean asks, rubbing his forehead in worry. Were sitting close together, our knees nearly touching. I reach to touch his shoulders. Their not as broad as my more adult Dean. He also doesn't have the small scar on his forehead from when I fought Dean.
"We'll figure it out, together." I say suggestively, thinking it will fly over his head. But he looks up, shocked. He glances at the closed door, his eyebrows knitting together.
"What do you see in me? I mean future me. I'm a total douche." He says huffily, pretty young face paler then my Deans. My Dean has to spend hours in the sun every day, old Dean used to be able to sleep for most of the day and do his work at night. Sammy would nag him about sunscreen.
"You're my bestfriend. The only one I've ever had." I shrug. Dean looks at me, he's about to say something before stopping himself.
"You look different." He says. I wince, probably not how he wants. It's harder to get a clean shave out here.
"The Apocalypse tends to do that to you." I tease. He shakes his head, just as serious as always.
"No, like- This is going to sound weird, but you look sexier. Like, I don't know, just different." He stumbles over his word. I'm leaning forward, smiling up at him with a mocking grin. Teasing Dean in any form is one of my favorite things to do.
"You look pretty sexy yourself." I wink, and before I know it he's kissing me. He pulls me into a hesitate, desperate kiss. The mouth is so familiar, the hands, the smell. I allow myself to be pulled into his lap, our mouths clashing together. His tongue is smooth against mine, his emotions so strong. I pull away for air.
"I never had the balls to do that to you, not in the past I mean." He gasps against my lips. I smile, kissing him tenderly.
"Do it. I've loved you ever since I pulled you from hell and our souls touched." I inform, touching his soft hair.
"Castiel." Dean says, but his lips don't move. The voice is deeper, empty. I look up and see my Dean at the door.
"Hey Dean," I smile, standing. Dean ignores me, his eyes locked onto his younger self. He throws himself onto the younger Dean, punching him sharply in the jaw. The get into a brief altercation before I pull my Dean off of the younger, touching the bond on his arm.
"Calm down." I coax, resting my forehead to his shoulder from behind. Dean's nearly a head taller then me, I wrap a possessive arm around his middle. His breathing is still off, he's furious.
"You touch him again, and I'll fucking kill you!" Dean spits out, struggling briefly before I tug him back. Younger Dean swipes at his bleeding mouth with his sleeve.
"You can't kill yourself, fuckface." Younger Dean hurls back, jumping to his feet. I pull Dean towards the door. I'd made a mistake, a stupid mistake.
"We'll see about that!" Dean shouts as I shove him from the room.
For a moment, I think I took the wrong Dean back to the cabin. I can't remember the last time I saw such emotions displayed on Dean's face. Anger, jealousy, passion. I shiver as he paces in front of me, he roughly shoved me down into the chair, but now he was silent.
"You cheated on me." He growls. I roll my eyes.
"We have sex with other people all the time." I sigh, and he bristles. He was the one to suggest it, insisting the had to throw the other survivors off. Some of the men were bigots, they wouldn't fallow a gay leader.
"This is different." Dean runs a hand threw his hair in a nervous motion he hadn't displayed in years. I sit up straighter, watching his every movement.
"Not really. I kissed you, just a couple years earlier then you expected. It's actually kind of coo-" He spins around fast, gripping the front of my 'hippie' shirt and hauling me up to be nose to nose with him. I sigh at how handsome he is.
"You won't do it again." He commands, his tone tight. I push at his hands, but they stay tight in the front of my shirt, holding me to him.
"Or what?" I challenge. He bends down, his lips to my ear.
"Or I'll kill him and dump his body on your doorstep." He growls. I smile, shaking my head slowly.
"Alright boss." I agree. He releases me, stomping from his cabin.