Title: Nightly Horrors
Summary: Dean needs help. He can't get the images that flashed before him to go away, and the sound of Castiel's screams still echo in his ears. He's had the same reoccurring nightmare for months, and nothing can make it go away. When he finally comes clean and admits it to Castiel, he's hoping for at least a small amount of relief from his terrors. For one night, at least, he'll sleep soundly.
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"That'll do," Sam said with a smirk, rising from his kneeling position beside the fallen angel's cold corpse. Castiel's dark wings spread the length of the large room, and his blood was puddled in patches across the floor. Sam looked down, admiring his work, while the screams of his next victim – his older brother, tied to a post – met his ears.
Dean sat up quickly, his eyes darting across the room from his place on the bed. It was silent, save for Castiel's steady breathing from the spot beside him. He could hear Sam's light snoring through the thin motel walls, and he realized slowly that it had only been a dream.
He looked down at Castiel who slept peacefully next to him, and Dean smiled a little at the content look that found its home on the angel's face. I would thank God, if only he cared, Dean thought to himself, brushing back some of the bangs that had fallen into Cas' eyes in his sleep.
The older Winchester sighed, pulling his hand back and pulling the blankets off of him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he reached over and clicked on the small lamp on the nightstand. He put his face in his hands, debating on waking Sam up so he could check on him. His nightmare still had him in shambles. He couldn't get the images that flashed before him to go away, and the sound of Castiel's screams still echoed in his ears. He glanced over, checking the time on the clock. 2:30 A.M., meaning Castiel and Sam wouldn't wake for hours. If he attempted to wake them up, he knew that his brother and significant other would strangle him. The night before had been a long one.
Dean panicked when he felt arms stretching around his stomach, turning around quickly only to be greeted by crystal blue eyes. He sighed in relief that it was only Castiel, relaxing a little in his hold. "Did I wake you? Sorry," he whispered after a minute, breaking the still silence that had grown.
"It's alright." Castiel said, smiling a little at his lover of a year. "Are you ok? What happened?"
"Nothing happened," Dean explained, smiling half-heartedly to reassure him. "I just…had a nightmare. Everything is fine."
"A nightmare?" Castiel frowned, sitting up a little bit to pull Dean closer. "…Do you want to talk about it? I've heard that helps…"
Dean turned away, unable to look into Cas' eyes. "It's really okay, it's not like I've never had a nightmare before," he said with a sigh, his hazel eyes looking down instead of meeting Castiel's.
"Dean," Castiel said with a stern glare to rival Dean's heavy sigh. "What is it that's bothering you?"
He was met with silence. The silence Dean gave him filled the room, only being broken by the quiet snores Sam made that made their ways through the thin motel walls. Very slowly, the hunter met the angel's eyes, sighing in defeat.
"Fine," Dean began, looking away again. "I've… been having the same nightmare for months. In the dream… Sam loses his soul again. Permanently. You and I have done everything we possibly could, and…it's just destroyed. We can't do a thing." He paused there, taking a deep breath before he continued, Cas' eyes still pinned on him as he listened intently. "When Sam realizes that we know he's soulless… he gets a hold of your angel blade, a-and, he…" Dean trailed off, hoping Castiel understood without him needing to say it out loud.
"He killed me." The angel guessed perfectly. "Dean, don't worry. I won't let Sam lose his soul, and… Even if he does, somehow, I won't let him kill me."
"…You don't understand what it was like." Dean whispered, his heartbreak written in bold lettering across his face. "You… you were just lying there, I couldn't… I couldn't—"
Dean found himself cut off, Castiel's face in front of him as the angel kissed him. Cas' hands pulled Dean tightly up against him, making the slightly taller male lay down on the mattress. "I won't let that happen." He said again, kissing Dean to stop him from making a counter.
He was shocked silent this time, letting out a slight moan when the angel hovering over him slid his tongue into Dean's mouth. They played a battle for dominance, Dean sucking on Castiel's tongue while Cas explored the close heat of his lover's mouth. His hands tangled themselves into Castiel's hair automatically, earning groans from the angel as he tugged on the short strands.
"I'm not going to die. Sam isn't going to lose his soul." Castiel guaranteed, panting a little, his breath hot on Dean's ear. He smiled a little at Dean's soft whimpers, gently licking the edge of Dean's ear, his hands playing with the hem of the hunter's shirt. Torturously slowly, Castiel pulled the cheap pajama shirt off of Dean.
Dean was in a shocked silence. It wasn't that he minded having sex with Cas, it was just odd for Castiel to be the one initiating. To him, it seemed, the angel tended to be shyer about the matters of this sort.
He was clearly proven wrong.
Castiel kept his mouth at Dean's ear, breathing hotly on it and sending shivers down Dean's spine. His low humming and soft whispers of reassurance and love had Dean leaning into him for comfort, causing slight whimpers to escape his mouth occasionally.
Cas' hand slid down into Dean's pants slowly when he noticed the slight bulge the other man was sporting, continuing his comforting hums as he slowly wrapped his hand around the base of Dean's bulge. Dean moaned softly in reaction, leaning into Castiel's chest as his hand worked wonders and his words comforted Dean.
Dean's body tensed as Castiel coaxed his orgasm out of him, practically melting into the motel's mattress beneath him as Cas pulled his hand out of Dean's pants and left lingering, comforting kisses on the hunter's neck softly. His eyes fluttered shut, relaxing in the angel's grip and letting Cas hold him.
For tonight, at least, Dean would sleep peacefully.