Title: A Different Kind of Love Spell
Chapter One: Play with Fire
A/N: I love this pairing and I've been reading a lot of fanfiction about it but, honestly, it can be hard to find the right one to read. Hopefully this will be that for some of you, if not then I can read my fantasies. ^_^ Please let me know if you like it and if it is worth continuing. I love reviews and read all of them. My chapter lengths will fluctuate with the gradation of the story, this first one is a bit long winded but if you manage to make it all the way through, I'd love your thoughts and suggestions. Thank you for reading! Also, the OOOOoooo symbolizes time or space between one scene and the next 00000000 symbolizes a switch from one POV to the next.
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Dean was in yet another motel room that looked too much like every other room he had gotten over the years of hunting. The difference this time was the company. He and the angel had been in rooms together before, but not like this. Things between them had changed since the last time they'd been in a room like this, away from the bunker. It had been like something out of a chick flick when they'd bumped against the door, lips and tongues clashing, hands rubbing and roaming over each other's arms and chests. Castiel's back was pressed into the hard wood of the door. The taller man buried his face in the angel's neck while he fumbled and searched for his keys.
He'd pulled it from his pocket with a small and triumphant "Aha!" His left hand struggled to the put the key in the lock as his other hand gripped the angel's hair and their lips locked again for another breathless kiss. Dean was kissing the hell out of the angel while their hips pressed against each other and the key turned causing the door give way and had them both giggling -yes giggling- as they went stumbling and groping into the room. Off balance it was easy for the angel to push Dean's back against the door this time, using the taller man to seal them into the room, away from the rest of the world. Neither bothered with lights or anything else as they were totally consumed by one another.
Soft big hands ran through the dark hair as Cass' mouth found his again. Every bit as eager the taller man began shedding the clothes from the angel. The layers seemed to fall from them both as Dean walked the angel backwards until the backs of Castiel's legs bumped against the edge of the bed. Then they were on the bed. Dean rose over the angel to stare down through the darkness of the room at those big blue eyes. Eyes that had captured him from the moment they'd met. That deep tug and pull from his gut never eased, even for a second, even now. As long as he was near the angel, he felt their "profound bond".
A bond that had only grown over the years. Now, they were here together, and Dean was going to take the angel the way he'd wanted him from the beginning. Cass' arms wrapped around his back as he was pulled in for another mind melting kiss. Dean reached down and grasped himself, ready to enter the angel fully. "Dean?" Green eyes clashed with blue once more. He put the head of his aching member against the warm opening of the angel. "Dean?" The tall man didn't want to talk, he wanted action.
Dean could almost feel the heat and tightness that would envelop him. He didn't want to stop. He wanted… he wanted….
"Dean!" Dean Winchester jerked awake. He blinked to clear the dream and fog from sleep so he could focus on what was in front of him. Big blue eyes stared back at him with concern. His breathing was still too thick and heavy, and his body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He'd fallen asleep in the bunker in the main room at the table. When the angel saw he had the man's full attention he couldn't stop the hand that lightly touched the side of that chiseled face. "Are you alright?"
Dean felt the gentle warmth and comfort in the soft touch of the angel's fingertips. "Uh, yeah." There was an unbelievably hard erection pressing against the inside of his jeans. Something the Winchester hadn't noticed until the angel's touch lingered, and he stayed too close. The oldest Winchester decided that he'd ignore it and told himself it had nothing to do with the dream, or the angel that was crouched so close to him. Still, he didn't pull away. "Yeah, I'm alright. Uh, bad dream." The angel's brow furrowed.
"Are you still having nightmares?" The look of concern didn't do anything for his twitching member, but it did warm Dean's heart. No! No, it didn't, at least, that's what he'd tell himself. Not sure he still had the ability to speak the man just nodded his head. The angel continued to stay too close, his hand still resting on his cheek.
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Sam walked into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. Dean was sitting, leaning forward in a chair with the angel knelt next to him, both very close and looking at each other intently. The younger brother just watched a moment. He'd been standing to the side with bated breath for years. Waiting. There was something between his brother and the angel, Sam had known that since pretty much the beginning. He wouldn't call his older brother gay, he knew him too well to think that. But there was something between him and the angel. Sam figured the angelic being could be in any meat suite and his brother would still feel the same way.
The tallest of the three just wished the other two would stop dancing around each other. They wanted something more than they had but both were either too stubborn or too stupid to actually do anything about it. Knowing the two of them it was probably a mixture of both. As the scene neither seemed to progress nor stop, Sam cleared his throat and watched as his older brother quickly moved back from the angel crouching next to him. Sam didn't miss the look of discomfort from his brother, or the one of regret from the angel. The hand the angel had raised to caress his brother's face lingered in the air a moment before falling back to his side.
Sam could admit to having a soft spot for the angel. Not the same way his brother did, but he still loved Castiel. He wanted them both to be happy and for them to admit that they'd be happier together. The tall man walked farther into the room as Castiel stood and walked toward the end of the table, farthest from Dean. Sam pretended he hadn't noticed anything and sat across from his brother. He set the coffee he'd carried into the room to the side and gestured toward the book in front of his brother. It was an overly large book and Sam's curiosity was peaked. He gestured with one hand as he spoke. "What's with the 'light' reading?"
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Dean glanced down at the book he'd recently used for a pillow and cleared his throat. A shrug lifted his shoulders. "Ah, uh…." The older man cleared his throat and tried again. "So, I was watching a movie a couple of days ago and it was talking about alternate dimensions and things like that. It got me thinking about what we know about that kind of thing, which is nothing, so I thought I'd look into it." Dean shrugged again. "Curiosity I guess."
"We've been through something like that a couple times. Like when we were actors, or when you had to enter the nest of that… Soul Eater." Sam took a sip of coffee.
"Exactly. So, I thought it best if I did a little research or see what the Men of Letters came up with." Sam's curiosity was also peaked, and he slid the book towards himself, turning it around so he could glance at it. Thinking it couldn't hurt anything and to help stave off boredom, Sam also began to investigate alternate dimensions.
"There are an infinite number of them." Sam and Dean looked to the angel. The older brother looked at the angel for a long moment. Sometimes it was easy to forget that the angel was actually quite knowledgeable about a whole lot. Just nothing that most humans consider ultimately necessary. "You can't access all of them, but they exist. Each one created by God, not all of them ruled by Him, however." Dean's erection had finally dissipated by the arrival of his brother, but the dream was still locked into his mind. Would anything and everything be possible in these other dimensions? Little did he know that the other two were thinking along those same lines.
Sam stopped reading a moment. "How does one gain access to another dimension? Hypothetically."
Castiel looked from one brother to the other. "Heaven has millions as each person gets their own version. Then there are spells and witchcraft that can access some. Angels have the ability to send people or themselves back and forth to others. Demons might be able to access a few. Reapers can go through many the rest of us can't."
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Sam sat back with his cup of coffee and gave what he was hearing some serious thought. The conversation lingered awhile on the same topic until Dean got up to shower and change and grab his own cup of the sticky brown liquid. When it was just him and the angel Sam made an excuse to leave the room. Not because he didn't want to be alone with the angel but because he needed to be alone. A plan was forming in the back of his mind and he wanted to consider everything from all sides before he made any kind of action.
Of the brothers Dean was the fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of guy while Sam was more likely to think things through first. Maybe it wasn't the Winchester Way, but it was his way and he liked doing things his way.
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Dean walked up to his brother and threw a copy of the morning paper on Sam's laptop. "I found a case," the older brother announced as though very proud of himself. Sam shifted his focus from the screen to the paper now unfolded in front of him. "Family of four dies in freak fire," the younger Winchester read aloud. "So?"
"So, the only thing in the house that burned was the people. Sounds like our kind of thing, right?" Dean raised his brow and smiled a you know I'm right smile. Sam looked from the paper, back at his computer screen. When his brother remained quiet, Dean frowned. "So, meet me at the car in ten?"
Sam sighed. "I know you really want another case, and you should take this one."
Dean's frown deepened. "We, we should take this one."
"Look, I agree that there is a case here but… I'm kind of in the middle of something."
"You've been in the middle of something for over a week. C'mon, lets take a case, get out of the bunker awhile."
"I hear you, I do, but I've kind of got my own thing going right now. Can't you take Cass with you? And it's close by so if the two of you manage to get in over your heads, I'm just a phone call and a couple hours away." Sam looked at his brother with pleading eyes. Dean gave him a look of disgust.
"Fine." After the one heated word Dean stormed out of the room to look for the angel.
Sam knew he'd just seriously pissed him off and confused him, but he was in the middle of something and it would be a hell of a lot easier if he had the bunker to himself. He'd worry about his brother sure, but this case didn't sound too difficult and Dean didn't need him for it. He hoped. Besides, how much trouble could he get into with an angel by his side? Sam waited twenty minutes before standing. He went through the whole bunker until he could be sure both human and angel were gone. When he'd confirmed the fact that he was alone he began making calls.
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Dean placed the circle of salt around himself and Cass as they stood with shotguns loaded with salt rounds. The case hadn't turned out the way he thought it would, but when did it ever go right? The trench coat wearing angel was shooting while the other man made the necessary arrangements for the spell. He'd thought about calling his brother during the length of the case, but he hadn't wanted to. His brother, just brushing him off like that, had hurt the older brother. It was beginning to feel more and more like Cass was the only one who he could count on all the time.
They hadn't really needed him, but it was weird not to have him even on a simple case. When the shotgun went off again Dean realized he might have to renew his definition of a simple case. In a few moments that felt like a short life time, the spell was completed, and the house exercised of all ghosts. Castiel let the gun hang from one hand as he turned to Dean. The ending had been anticlimactic as far as the angel was concerned. They'd expected something much more difficult than a vengeful spirit.
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Sam stood in a room in the bunker and stared at the redheaded witch. "Are you sure about this dearie?"
"Just work the spell."
Rowena shrugged her shoulders. "It was just a simple question. Do you know what dimension I'm looking for?" Sam handed over a piece of paper. Rowena arched a red brow. "Well, well. You've done your research haven't you?" She placed the paper on the table next to her ingredients. Sam's gut felt like a stone was weighing him down. He didn't want to work with the witch and had been forced to make a deal that would ensure her cooperation and safety for his brother and the angel.
Trust wasn't apart of their temporary team work, but Sam had to place a little faith in the witch. He needed her for this because he didn't have the juice to work the spell. He'd tried Crowley but the demon had wanted information about the work that Sam wasn't willing to give. But he had something the witch wanted, and she would only get it after. So, she was being forced not to double cross him. He'd given her a taste of the reward to insure her that he wasn't going to do the same to her either. Honestly, if this worked, he'd be willing to give the redhead just about anything.
"Who will I be sending then? You?"
Sam handed her a shirt of Dean's and Castiel's tie. He knew without them there she'd need something of theirs to work her magic. She didn't know the specifics of the alternate universe and the tall man wanted to keep it that way. He was sure she knew who the articles of clothing belonged to, but she made no comment. What did she care if the giant wanted his brother and the angel out of his hair for a while? She'd spent too much time with all of them and understood his wanting them gone.
She'd uphold her end of the bargain and make sure the terms of the spell were met. She wanted what the Winchester giant offered so she felt no need to screw him over. Besides, if he tried, she could send him with the other two. The only reason she didn't do that now was because she'd never get what had been promised. There was no ill intent to the spell which would make it even safer for the ones involved. Normally she'd try just a little back stabbing, but she'd seen how well that went for others who'd crossed the Winchesters and gang.
They were as formidable as their reputations led people to believe. Even the darkest, meanest, scariest monsters hid in far away, dark places. So, she sang an old song in the tongue of her mother while she worked.
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Back in the hotel room Dean stared at his phone for a long time. They could start the drive back right now, but the older brother didn't want to go back to the bunker right now. No, what he wanted was for his brother to worry, so he hadn't called him in the four days it had taken to finish the case. Castiel had gone out to get food for the human and Dean just lay back on the bed and awaited his return. Laying on the bed and thinking of the angel brought back memories of the dream.
The dream that he'd told himself he'd forgotten. Just like all the rest he'd have over the years. He was a very healthy and sexually active heterosexual male. Castiel was a man. At least his vessel was. The angel seemed very male and Dean wasn't interested in men. Not that he was against anyone doing what made them happy, as long as you weren't hurting anyone, but Dean was straight. Straight.
Yet the dreams haunted him. He thought about the angel too often and the dreams were only increasing in frequency as time went on. At least once a week he had a similar dream. It was starting to wear on him. He took women regularly and enjoyed what they did together between the sheets. Or on the floor. Or in the back seat of the Impala. No matter how he looked at it, the angel was just off limits. Even if he did bat for the other team, he couldn't make a move on the angel. He was an angel. Surly there was a special place in Hell for someone who could do something as sick as defiling an angel.
The man sighed and closed his eyes. Defiling, that's what it would be. How could he do anything that even sounded that bad to his angel. Not his. An angel.
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When Castiel returned it was to find the man asleep in the bed. There was only one as the angel didn't sleep. The angel wondered if Dean had caught the look they'd gotten from the man behind the counter when he'd asked for a single bed. He'd been in a bad mood from the moment they'd left the bunker because of words he'd had with Sam. Cass wasn't exactly sure what had happened between the brothers, but Dean hadn't called Sam the whole time they'd been gone. The angel had been the one to make and receive calls.
They had all been placed behind the older brother's back because both knew how he'd react to the contact. He'd be pissed. Castiel set the food aside and then stood there staring at the man sprawled out over the bed. Cass was a little disappointed as he'd gotten pie without being asked. With a shrug he figured that Dean would be just as happy with it, after he awoke. When the angel turned around and looked at the man in the bed, a flashback came and went of the moment he'd been in Hell and had found the Winchester. An entire garrison of angels had waged a war in the pit to rescue this man. Castiel had just been the angel who had gotten to him first. Idly he wondered if the mark was still on his arm, where his Heavenly touch had burned its mark in the man's skin.
Would Dean have befriended any angel who'd raised him from perdition? Somehow the angel doubted it. From that fist meeting they'd been drawn to each other. The angel wouldn't deny the bond, but he knew it made the human uncomfortable. Castiel's discomfort came from his feelings toward the human. He'd had these feelings long before he'd become human and they'd only increased in his time as a mortal. Human Cass had been with just one woman in his time and it had been an eye-opening experience, but something told him a moment like that with this human would be… exceptional.
The angel moved to the far side of the bed and sat while he mused. Castiel didn't know how long he sat and stared but he knew it was a long while. As an angel he didn't get tired, but he lay down next to the human anyway. He knew Dean slept by the movement of his eyes behind his closed lids so Castiel didn't worry about what he'd think upon finding the angel next to him. The blue-eyed angel closed his eyes, just listening to the sound of Dean breathing and taking in his scent.
