Destiel - One shot
"Dammit Cas!" Dean cried, hissing through his teeth as he jerked back from the angel who stood less than three feet away from him. The man in the trench coat didn't seem bothered by his outburst and stared at Dean, tilting his head slightly.
Dean watched the angel up and down before turning his head and clearing his throat. "Cas? Personal space, remember?"
Castiel blinked and removed his eyes from Dean's face, blushing slightly. "My apologies, Dean," he murmured, stepping away from the hunter.
Dean turned away, opening the beer in his hand and walked towards the bed, sitting down. "What's up Cas? Anything new with your feather friends upstairs?" he asked, looking at him.
"No." Castiel turned away from Dean and stared curiously at the Busty Asian Beauties magazine that lay on the table by the window. Dean followed the angel's gaze and cleared his throat loudly.
"Don't be offended man, but why are you here then?"
Castiel walked over to the small fridge, opening it and bending over to stare in for lack of something better to do. "I was bored. Where is Sam?"
Dean stared at him. "Sam's at Bobby's; had to collect some book. But let me get this straight: you appear here, out of nowhere, with no news, because you were bored?" he asked, voice rising with incredulity.
The angel straightened his back and turned his blue eyes on Dean. "It happens."
Dean stared at the angel as he stood awkwardly in the room, arms hanging at his sides, unsure of what to do.
"I thought perhaps you and Sam would be working a case, thought I could lend my assistance, or be entertained by you two," he said finally. Dean shook his head and sipped his beer, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Castiel 'got bored'.
"Well," he said, standing, "I'm going to go get some grub, you stay here and uh, do your angel things," he said, grabbing his jacket.
"Perhaps I can come with you," Castiel said, stepping towards Dean hopefully.
Dean turned his gaze to the angel. "Cas, no offence, but last time you came with me and Sam to get food you read the waitress' mind and it resulted in her freaking out and you had to wipe everyone's memory. Only be gone about half an hour, just stay here. Look at this, be normal for once." With that Dean threw his magazine towards Castiel and slammed the motel door.
Castiel stared down at the porn magazine then sat on the bed, preparing himself to wait for Dean's return.
Dean drove to the nearest diner, but ended up walking out when he saw it only had vegetarian burgers and they were out of chicken. He debated driving to the other restaurant, but that would take twenty minutes and he told the angel he'd back in half an hour. He didn't like to leave Castiel at all, and he found he had no reason for it; he just didn't like to be away from him.
He sped the Impala back to the motel, parking it some distance from his room since the other parking spaces were full. He sighed as he looked at his car parked next to the dumpster and patted the hood. "Just for one night baby, one night," he said regretfully, cursing the truck that was in his old parking space.
Dean walked towards the room and saw a strange glow coming from his room. Frowning, he stepped closer to the window, wondering if Cas was smiting some demon. He drew his gun, pointing it down, edging towards the window. He almost dropped his gun when he saw what was going on.
Peering through a crack in the curtains, he saw Cas, standing upright, eyes closed. And on either side of him were huge, glowing white wings. Castiel rolled his shoulders, sighing, and he batted his wings gently. The tips brushed the ceiling and Dean stared wide-eyed. They were absolutely beautiful. The white feathers looked soft and silky, and Dean wanted nothing more than to touch them, stroke them.
He knew he shouldn't be peeping and prying on Cas like this, but it was like he was melded in place. Castiel reached over, straightening out some feathers that were rather bunched. Finally, Dean came to his senses and walked to the door, pulling out his key and silently turning it in the lock. He entered the room, expecting the angel to turn to him, but Castiel didn't seem to hear his return.
Dean swallowed, his throat dry. He couldn't tear his eyes away from his wings. "Cas?" he called hoarsely.
Castiel's head shot over to Dean with inhuman speed and fear filled his eyes. "Dean!" he cried, stepping back from the hunter. Dean walked closer, putting out a hand to Castiel but the angel kept retreating until the bed hit the back of his knees and he sat with a thump on the bed. Castiel blushed brightly, covering his face and began to draw his wings in.
"No!" Dean cried, almost running to his side, wanting to behold their beauty longer. "No Cas, don't pull them in, they're beautiful," he gushed, staring at them.
Castiel shook, covering his face with his hands more and turned a dark shade of red. "P-Please don't s-stare, Dean," he stuttered, beginning to shake.
"Hey, Cas, hey, what's wrong? Don't be shy, they're fucking gorgeous," Dean said, looking at Castiel with concern, sitting on the bed opposite him and pulling his hands from his face. "What's wrong?"
"M-My wings, they're a very p-private part of me, Dean. I just wanted to stretch them out, then you came back early, and I – oh!" Castiel fell forward, covering his face again, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Hey, hey," Dean cooed, catching the angel as he fell, wrapping his arm around Cas' shoulders. "I'm sorry I saw, but holy shit Cas, I've never seen anything more magnificent in my whole life."
Castiel buried his face in Dean's chest, as though it would somehow stop his embarrassment. Dean stared at his wings, entranced by their beauty, and his hand raised up and he stroked Cas' feathers, marveling at how soft they were. He wondered if he was even touching them; he'd never felt anything more soft in his whole life. The feathers were like silk as he brushed his fingertips over them.
Castiel gasped, tensing slightly and Dean bent his head towards him. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, terrified he had somehow pained his angel.
"N-No," Castiel stammered, pushing his face deeper into Dean's chest.
Dean reached out again, caressing the feathers of his left wing even more, adding slightly more pressure than earlier. He heard a muffled sound from Castiel but he decided to put off whatever he said while he had one more touch.
Dean ran his fingers over the feathers again, feeling them quiver slightly. And Dean's breath seemed to catch as Castiel repeated the muffled sound, but it wasn't muffled this time. Castiel had moaned when he touched his wings. Dean bit his lip, loving the sound that emitted from his angel and touched his wings again.
Castiel whimpered into him, and Dean felt a tightness in his jeans. "You like that, don't you Cas?" he asked, brushing his wings for more emphasis. Castiel didn't answer, groaning some more. Dean held the angel tighter to him and reached around at the base of the wings, stroking them from the back.
Castiel moaned loudly into Dean's shirt before pulling away suddenly and standing up. "I – I'm sorry Dean, I shouldn't have come here," he said abruptly, turning away from the hunter, preparing to leave.
"No!" Dean cried, standing up, grabbing Cas' hand that rested at his side. "You like this, Cas. Stay. Stay with me," he murmured, touching his wings again. Castiel's head tilted back, groaning softly at the hunter's touch.
Finally, Dean could stand it no longer. He reached his right arm around Castiel's waist, grabbing his left hip and turning the angel to face him, before pressing his lips against Castiel's.
Cas gave a muffled sound of surprise, but Dean didn't move. He moved his mouth against Cas', tasting him. He wrapped his arms around the angel, pulling him tightly to his chest, doing what he longed to do since he set eyes on him. He nibbled on his bottom lip, drawing it between his teeth and sucking it, sliding his tongue over it.
Castiel relaxed into Dean, pressing his hands against the hunter's muscled chest, letting Dean take control of his mouth. Dean pushed his tongue past Cas' lips, edging past his teeth. He rubbed his tongue against Castiel's, tasting him, exploring his mouth. Castiel groaned into the kiss, arousing the hunter. Dean gripped the angel tightly, kissing him roughly, biting his lip. He pushed the trench coat and jacket off Cas' shoulders, letting them fall to the floor.
He unbuttoned his white shirt, yanking it out of his pants and loosened his tie, not once breaking the kiss. He pulled the tie from Castiel's neck and yanked off the shirt, flinging it on the other side of the room. He didn't know how he managed to do that with Castiel's wings, but he figured the angel had his ways.
Dean ran his hand over the smaller being's chest. It was chiseled, but slender and perfect. Castiel had a toned body, and Dean let his hands roam freely. He reached to the angel's back and let his fingers touch the base of Castiel's wings, right where the feathers came out of the skin. Castiel broke the kiss, throwing back his head, crying out.
Dean could tell from his angel's expression; that was his most sensitive spot. He took this chance to attack Cas' neck, sucking on the flesh and biting it gently, to leave small hickey's, given time, all the while rubbing the base of Cas' wings.
Castiel whimpered, falling to pieces as Dean massaged the area where his wings began, and felt a strange blood rush in his groin. "Dean," he whispered softly.
"Yeah, baby?" Dean asked, pulling away to stare into his angel's beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm having the strangest sensation in my crotch," he whimpered, staring up at Dean with confusion.
Dean felt a grin tugging at his lips as the angel stared at him innocently and confusion in his features and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of that."
Dean knelt down, unbuckling Castiel's belt and unbuttoning his pants, pulling down his zipper. "D-Dean," Castiel started, feeling nervous.
"Shh, trust me Cas," Dean said. He began to rub the bulge forming in Castiel's boxers. He massaged the Castiel's growing length before tugging down the waistband, exposing Castiel's member. He wrapped his hand around it, moving it up and down slowly.
"Ah!" Castiel threw back his head, panting as Dean stroked his erection.
"Anyone ever touch you like this?" Dean asked, looking up at his angel.
"No," Cas breathed. "Only you."
Dean hid his pleasure at those words and began rubbing Cas' member faster, before suddenly wrapping his mouth around the head. Castiel gasped as overwhelming pleasure ran through his veins. He didn't have time to protest as Dean began moving his mouth up and down Cas' erection, swirling his tongue around the tip.
Dean could feel himself getting harder by the second and after barely half a minute of sucking Castiel's cock; he knew he had to have him. Dean dragged down the rest of the angel's clothing so it sat at his ankles and pushed his hips gently towards the bed. Castiel got the idea and moved towards the bed, lying down.
Dean had his clothes off in ten seconds and was rubbing his cock as he climbed on top of his angel. Castiel stared wide-eyed at Dean's length, feeling apprehensive. Dean caught the look and smiled at his angel's innocence. "Don't worry baby, I'm about to send you to heaven, and a better one than the one you're visiting," Dean said, reaching up to kiss his angel's forehead before kissing him on the lips.
Dean pulled away, stroking himself slower, knowing if he went too fast he would explode just by looking at the angel. He reached up a hand, pushing a finger into Castiel's mouth. "Suck them for me, baby," he said, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as Castiel swirled his tongue around his finger, his innocent blue eyes staring at the hunter.
Dean took his finger from Cas' mouth and gave it a slow lick, wanting to taste the angel before reaching down and inserting it into Cas' hole. Castiel whimpered softly, feeling pain, and Dean quickly reached up to kiss him, hating to see pain on his angel's beautiful face. He removed his hand from his cock and stroked Cas' wings, which were spread out on either side of him.
Castiel groaned and Dean began to slowly slide his finger in and out of him, loving how tight Castiel felt, and that was only one finger. He inserted another, pushing in and out as he stroked his feathers simultaneously, wanting his angel to feel more pleasure than ever.
He made a scissoring movement with his fingers before removing them. Castiel hummed in protest but Dean caressed his cheek softly. "Don't worry baby, something better is coming."
Dean positioned his cock in front of Castiel's entrance and moved in slowly, getting the head in. Castiel cried out, his back arching in pain, but Dean bent his head, pressing a hot kiss to his lips, trying to reduce the pain. After Castiel adjusted, Dean began kissing his passionately and stroked his wings even more, knowing his angel would have to endure just a bit more pain.
He slid his cock in slowly until the entire thing was buried inside of Cas. Castiel squirmed, before slowly getting used to it. Dean slid in and out slowly, watching as Castiel's features morph into expressions of pleasure, the angel biting his lip and being unbelievably sexy without even knowing it.
He picked up speed, groaning as his cock went in and out, feeling how tight Castiel's ass was. He grunted, pushing into him deeper and deeper, ramming his prostate each time.
"Dean, Dean, I – " Dean could see from Castiel's expression he was about to release, but Castiel had no idea what he was about to do. Dean kissed him passionately, wanting to make Cas' first time the best. He moved his mouth to Cas' neck, sucking on the skin and let his fingers rub the base of Castiel's wings. Cas arched into Dean, crying out and Dean rubbed his wings faster, thrusting into him faster and deeper.
"Dean!" Castiel released, his liquid shooting out, flying onto Dean's stomach as well as his. Dean groaned loudly, hearing his angel cry his name and exploded into Cas, letting his hot liquid fill Cas. He moaned as he slid out of Castiel; it was the best orgasm he ever had. He fell next to Castiel on the bed, panting.
Castiel rolled over, laying his head on Dean's chiseled chest, breathing heavily. Dean wrapped an arm around his lover's shoulders, running his fingers through his angel's soft hair.
"Was that alright, Dean?" Castiel asked, looking up at Dean hopefully, since he knew he'd never done something like that before and Dean had a lot of experience. He hoped Dean wasn't disappointed and looked into the hunter's green eyes, feeling slightly afraid of his answer.
Dean could see his angel was nervous and smiled at his innocent, hopeful face before bending his head and capturing Castiel's lips in a hot kiss. "That was amazing, baby," he said, relaxing his angel's nerves.
Castiel sighed and curled up against Dean, knowing he would want to sleep since it was late. He traced the hunter's tattoo, content to remain in his position until Dean woke up.
Dean tightened his embrace around his lover and pressed a kiss into his hair before falling asleep, holding his angel tightly to him.