Title: And When I Fall...
Author: July Falconeri - (www . going-down-with-these-ships . tumblr . com)
Beta: Val - (www . dragonvalchemy . tumblr . com)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wing!Kink, M/M sex, Hurt!Dean and Lucifer, Mpreg, Sick!Michael, Dean, and Gabe, and Underage sex
Spoilers: None
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel; Sam/Gabriel; Lucifer/Balthazar
Word Count: 1,701
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor any of it's characters and made no profit from this work.
A/N: Hi guys. This was going to be my Dean/Cas Big Bang, but I wasn't going to be able to finish it in time, so I decided what the hell and thought I'd post the first few chapters I have done, and then finish it on my own time.
So, I hope you enjoy it. :)
(For the Tumblr URLs listed for me and my beta, just remove the parentheses and delete the space on each side of the dots.)
Dean woke up to the soft sound of chirping. He slowly turned over to see Castiel looking down at him, wide awake, little chirping noises falling from his lips.
"What is it, Cas?"
Cas smiled and nuzzled his head into Dean's neck, then lifted his leg and slid it in between Dean's.
"Oh, you just wanted to have your filthy way with me, huh?"
Cas let out an enthusiastic chirp and tried to mount Dean's lap. Dean grabbed Cas' hips and gently pushed him back onto the thin cotton bed Sam had bought them. Dean lay across Cas and adjusted his weight so he wouldn't crush him. Dean ran a gentle hand down Castiel's extremely pregnant stomach. He and Cas had gone to the doctors a few weeks ago to find out Cas was carrying six little angels. Angel babies were much smaller than human babies, so at least Cas didn't look like he was going to pop anytime soon. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's back, fingers instantly searching for feathers. Dean pressed himself harder into Cas, naked skin sliding together. Dean ground his hips down into Cas', looking for some relief to the ever growing hardness of his erection. Cas let out a low cooing sound, the general noise he made when he was enjoying something.
"Okay, you two. Put it away," Sam said nonchalantly, as if his angels weren't having sex in the corner of the living room. Dean nor Cas made a move to get up. Sam had walked in on them having sex more times than they could count. Honestly, it was bad placement on Sam's part, considering the living room was the first room you walked into from the upstairs bedrooms. It was just something Sam kind of ignored now. Angels were like rabbits, they wanted to fuck all the time. He should know; he was married to one.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Sam called from the kitchen. Castiel let out a loud chirp.
"Cas wants toast and honey," Dean translated for Cas. Cas still hadn't learned to speak English. He understood some words (breakfast, lunch, dinner, food, and Dean's name), but Dean still had to translate for him a lot, and just because he understood words, that didn't mean you could get him to say them. He still liked talking in the Angelic language of Enochian (which mostly sounded like chirps and peeps on Earth.)
"What do you want Dean?"
"Uh," Dean said, looking down at his erection. "I'll make myself something in a little while."
"Got it."
Cas made a soft purring sound and pushed his hips up into Dean's. Dean quickly grabbed his hips and pushed him back down on the bad.
"Not now, Cas," Dean said. He kept Cas' hips pressed down for a few minutes until they had both lost their arousal. He quickly rolled off Cas and slipped some underwear on before throwing some clothes to Cas.
"I promise we'll have fun later," Dean muttered in Enochian. Cas chirped and licked Dean's cheek in appreciation.
Dean smiled . He and Cas pulled on the rest of their clothes before moving into the kitchen. Sam was just setting a plate of toast down for Castiel. (Four pieces and he would still be hungry afterwards.) Castiel tucked into the food as if he hadn't ate in his whole life. Dean just kind of rested his head on the table, admiring Cas.
Cas had the most beautiful blue eyes, like pools of melted sapphire. His hair was black like midnight, messed up on top and bangs swiped to the side, uneven from sleep and sex. His skin was pale and unflawed, cheeks tinted slightly red. He had his head tilted slightly to the side as he always did when he looked at Dean. The best part was his swollen stomach, holding their beautiful children. Dean really couldn't have been happier.
"Cas! Get off the bed; you're getting feathers everywhere!" Gabriel said, poking his brother with his foot. Cas had curled up at the foot of Sam and Gabriel's bed after breakfast because it was much more comfortable than the small, flat fleece bed he and Dean had. Gabriel and Sam had recently fallen on tough times and money was getting tighter and tighter, what with Gabriel losing his nursing job at the hospital. They were having trouble paying for the things Castiel needed, all the doctors bills and whatnot.
Dean tried his best to at least help with some of the bills, but angels weren't widely employed, so he was only doing odd jobs here and there. Sam had had to drop all four of their health insurance plans to pay for the rent on the house, so they wouldn't be able to take Castiel to the hospital when he was ready to give birth, and had instead opted for a much cheaper home birth. And what with the new children coming into the family, they had no idea how they were going to stay afloat.
Of course, Castiel didn't understand any of this, but he picked up on the stress in the house and it affected him. And needless to say, he was getting sick of it. He made a growling noise, Enochian for leave me the fuck alone. He wasn't feeling well and the stress from everyone else was making his stomach hurt.
"Dean!" Gabe yelled.
"What?"
"Get the fuck in here and take your brother outside."
"You're taking him outside?"
"No, YOU'RE taking him outside!"
"You said you're taking YOUR brother outside!"
"If you two yell one more time I'm going to come kick you both! Dean, take Cas outside!" Sam yelled from the kitchen.
Dean appeared in the bedroom. "Why do you want me to take him outside?"
"Because he's molting and getting feathers everywhere and he's getting all hormonal because of it," Gabriel nudged him with his toe again. Cas growled, long and low. "See? He's already crabby."
"Damn." Dean said. He should have known Cas was going to start molting. He was acting overly sexual this morning, and it was unlike his usual mating behavior. Molting always made Cas moody and horny. Dean really wasn't prepared for that right now.
"Come on, Cas. Let's go outside." Dean muttered in Enochian.
"Dean!" Sam said as soon as they were in the kitchen.
"Yeah?"
"Don't let him play with the rabbits."
Cas perked up at the word rabbits. He loved playing with the baby bunnies that had made their home at the edge of the fence. Unfortunately, the last time Cas had played with them, the mother had come home and wasn't expected Cas to be there. Cas had ended up with two bites on his hand, one on his cheek, and one on his nose before Dean had managed to pull the startled rabbit away. A trip to the emergency room, seventeen stitches, and a set of rabies shots later and you'd think the angel would have learned his lesson.
"No rabbits!" Sam scolded. "We do not want a repeat of last time!"
Dean pulled open the door and Cas immediately made a b-line for the fence. Dean quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back. Cas, being the stubborn angel he was, refused to move any further and plopped down in the grass. Cas' way of saying "Screw you, if I can't play with the rabbits, I'm not going to do anything else."
Sometimes it was hard for Dean to remember how young Cas was. He was only about twenty four, which is considered about twelve in angel years, because they aged mentally and physically about two times slower on Earth.
"Fine, be that way," Dean said sitting down next to him. It was only about five minutes later that Cas began squirming and itching at his wings.
"You want me to fix them?" Dean asked. Cas hesitated for a second before nodding. Dean positioned himself to sit behind Cas and took his left wing in his hand. He slowly stripped away all the loose feathers and straightened all the lopsided ones. He went about this slowly and gently, not wanted to pull any of his feathers. Cas began to purr halfway through the left wing and was a big puddle of goo by the time Dean was done with the right. Dean pushed the pile of black feathers aside before kissing his neck.
"Better?"
Cas turned around and rubbed his head against Dean's neck. Dean smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes. How about a sand bath?"
Cas nodded enthusiastically, quickly doing a weird half jumping, half skipping thing over to the sandbox. Dean laughed and pushed the lid off the sand box. They used to have brown sand in the box but it got too matted in their wings, and with three angels in the house, needless to say Sam had gone nuts trying to clean all of it. Now they used the white play sand because it was easier to shake off and harder to see if you dragged it into the house.
Cas crouched down in the sand, legs and arms tucked into his body. He inspected the sand for a bit before flipping over and rubbing his wings in it. He rolled a bit from side to side, making sure to sweep his wings up and down through the sand. Cas flipped over just as suddenly as he did before, crouched in the same position. He flared his wings out as wide as they would go and shook them out hard, removing the sand. He went through the same process about four times before shaking out his wings for the final time, satisfied they were clean. Cas climbed out of the box, now a mess with black feathers. Dean in turn climbed into the box but flipped and rubbed his wings threw the sand only twice. Dean laid down and rested his chin on the edge of the sandbox.
Cas laid down in the grass and rested his head against Dean's.
A/N: I hope you guys liked the first chapter! If you want updates on this story you can follow my Tumblr listed in the above Author's note.
Reveiws are better than Grumpy angels! :)
Lots of Love
~July Falconeri
