Summary: Castiel is a lonely angel residing in Heaven, his only companion his loyal mud-monkey, Dean. When Castiel meets important Gabriel and his frisky pet Sam, something ensues. AU Sam/Dean Gabriel/Castiel unrelated slash.
A/N: Beware, candid content.
A Walkies On The Wild Side (Part 2 of 5) by frostygossamer
There was a double bed in the room and Sam was waiting at the foot of it for him. When Dean entered the bedroom Sam led him to the slim space behind the bed, hidden from the door, where the carpet was soft and untrampled and there was room to lay down.
The big mud-monkey flopped down on the floor, sitting with his bare back against the soft chenille bedspread which trailed onto the rug. He grinned as Dean joined him. It was comfortable there, warm and quiet. Dean liked it.
"Wanna tell you sumthin', mudz," Sam whispered softly. "I can do Enochian."
Dean snorted. "Dude, we can all do Enochian," he scoffed. "I can do maybe a hundred words: 'walk', 'sit', 'stay', 'fetch', all the important stuff."
Sam chuckled. "I know. But I can do Enochian freakin' good," he insisted. "Angel nextdoor got a little cherub. Been watchin', listenin' and learnin' 'long with the munchkin."
Dean had to admit that was clever. "Dude, you're a brainiac," he declared.
Sam looked pleased. "Found out 'bout sumthin'. Sumthin' freakin' good."
Now Dean was curious. "Like what?" he asked. "Food?"
Dean had the kind of mind that was always circling around the idea of food and where to get it. He would have been one big lard-ass if Castiel had been any softer with him than he was.
"No, no, not freakin' food," Sam grinned. "It's 'bout the Stork Factory."
Dean shook his head. "And what's that?" he demanded.
"One day the angel-munchkin asked it's momma what happens to good pets when they... when they 'end'." (because mud-monkeys are not immortal)
Dean sighed. "Know that one," he scoffed. "We git buried in the back yard."
Sam shook his head, dislodging a little dried grass from his hair onto Dean as he did so.
"No, mudz, I mean REAL good pets," then he lowered his volume a little. "They go to the Stork Factory."
Dean thought that sounded dumb. "So what's a stork anyways? Tell me that."
Sam raised his eyes and blew his bangs up off of his face.
"Guess it's kinduva big freakin' magic bird."
"Bird?" Dean asked. This sounded more interesting. Dean liked birds. Tasty.
"You see this Stork Factory is were the masters make Uman souls. The storks take 'em to Urth were they git reborn as people and git to live happy and free," Sam explained.
Dean scoffed again. "Dude, Urth is just a fairytale place, like Walkies. You're always goin' there but you never git there. It's not real."
"Oh yeah it so IS," Sam insisted. "My master has BEEN there. In fact he goes there ALL the time."
Dean was amazed. "True?" he asked.
"Freakin' true," Sam swore.
They were silent for a moment, thinking. So Urth was real? Dean's mind was boggled. He shifted to lie on his naked back, full length on the soft carpet.
"So?" he asked, stretching.
"Wanna go there, mudz," Sam exclaimed excitedly. "I'ma gonna run away and go to the Stork Factory and git reborn on Urth. Then I can run and run and run. I can hunt me some critters. And ride in a fast car with my head out the winda. All the fun stuff. Cos I'll be free and I can do what I wanna for always."
He collapsed on the floor beside Dean, overlapping him a little because he was so darn big. Dean twisted a bit but let him. HE wasn't going to be the one had to move. Sam was overexcited. His breathing sped up, his pulse raced, his eyes were wide and his skin shone with perspiration. Dean could feel Sam's excitement hard against his leg. Typical hyper-stimulated mud-pup.
"Just wanna RUN!" Sam yelped, remembering at the last moment to shush. "Dude, you mind if I mate with you?"
Unexpected but civil at least. Dean sighed. Being overpoweringly delectable, he was used to this.
"Not female," he said, stating the obvious.
Though you'd be surprised at how many mating-mad male mud-monkeys made that mistake, despite his habitual lack of covering. Sam lifted Dean's limp member and let it drop.
"Had noticed," he said.
Dean sighed again melodramatically and rolled over onto his stomach.
"Make it quick," he told him.
It wasn't worth arguing about. He raised his pretty ass a little and began to play with the fringed edge of the bedspread to take his mind off of it. Sam crawled behind him and began to nuzzle Dean's perfect backside with his nose, then Dean felt the big mud-monkey's huge tongue sloppily slurping his exit. Well, that was polite anyways.
Dean relaxed himself to let his companion's large appendage breach his ring. He expected a quick, rough prodding, but he was pleasantly surprised when Sam began a slow, gentle rhythm inside him. Dean hummed with pleasure as Sam's fingers stroked his sides, his tongue gently lapping at Dean's spine in that tender spot between his shoulder blades.
Dean liked this. He showed his approval by spreading his knees a little wider to allow Sam deeper access and let himself enjoy the sensation. Pretty soon he made a sticky patch on the carpet. A few moments later he knew Sam had also completed. When the big muddie drew out with a plop, Dean whimpered.
Sam chuckled. "Freakin' good, huh?" he whispered in Dean's ear and, falling on his side, he drew Dean into a spooning position.
Dean let him. He was feeling strangely warm and snuggly anyways.
~xXx~
Right then the door opened, letting in the soft glow from the corridor. Castiel entered the room, flicking on the light switch. Both mud-monkeys were momentarily blinded.
"They're in here," Castiel yelled to the figure behind him. "Oh!"
Gabriel appeared over his shoulder and snickered when he saw what the two pets had been up to. He snatched a water glass from the night table and flung the cold water over them both, causing them to break apart and flinch away guiltily.
"Dirty mudders," he scolded, but with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Sam scrambled over Dean to nuzzle at Gabriel's hand. Gabriel patted him on the head and laughed.
"C'mon, guy," Gabriel chuckled. "Lemme get you outta here before you get me in more trouble." He turned to Castiel. "Sorry about that. He's normally much more well behaved around houseguests."
Castiel called Dean to his side with a slap of his hand to his leg and Dean complied.
"It's fine," he said. "Can't blame anyone for what their pet gets up too. They're just dumb creatures after all."
It was late by then so Castiel took his leave of Gabriel.
"Would have stayed longer but I have work tomorrow," he explained. "Thank you for the lovely meal."
"We'll have to do this again soon," Gabriel suggested hopefully.
"Uh-huh," Castiel nodded. "Next time at my place?"
After watching Castiel skitter away, Gabriel turned to his misbehaving pet with a sigh.
"Well, least one of us got laid tonight, huh guy?"
Sam faked a guilty expression, even though he didn't know why. Inside he was feeling really very pleased with himself.
~xXx~
Dean fell quietly into step behind his master as they walked home to Castiel's place. He sensed that Castiel wasn't very happy with him for some reason, although he couldn't see at all why he would be. It wasn't like he had bitten anyone. Not today.
Castiel for his part was a little upset, suspecting that his innocent pet had been abused by the much bigger creature, probably forcing itself on him. He wasn't likely to WANT that, now was he?
When they arrived home, Castiel was ready for sleep. He looked at Dean and shook his head.
"Big bully! Tsk, tsk, tsk," he clucked. "Did he hurt my poor Dean, huh?"
Dean sat on the floor and gazed up at him sadly. He was feeling a little sorry that what had been a promising evening had had to end so abruptly. He could have stood a lot more of Sam's 'hospitality'.
Castiel misinterpreted Dean's sorry look as one of silent suffering. Feeling sorry for him, he gave Dean an extra cookie to cheer him up before retiring to bed. Dean was always happy to accept an extra cookie, for whatever reason.
As Castiel drifted off to dreamland, Dean, curled up in his basket in the corner of the room, closed his eyes, revisited his enjoyable encounter with Sam and felt pretty damn good.
~xXx~
Three days later Castiel received a phone call at work from Gabriel. The angel took his cellphone out into the stairwell were he could talk a little more privately.
"I'm SO sorry, Cas," Gabriel began. "Not gonna be free to see you next week. Got an urgent work assignment and I gotta fly down to Earth pronto. Father has personally assigned me one real important task that can't wait."
Castiel was disappointed. He had been planning a super-romantic evening for two, soft music, red wine, roses, the works.
"Well, it can't be helped," he replied. "But it's such a shame. I was really looking forward to having you over."
"I was really looking forward to coming over," Gabriel echoed. "But I'll have to take a rain check for now. And I'll get back too you as soon as. OK?"
"OK," Castiel agreed.
"Kiss?" Gabriel whispered.
Castiel giggled and glanced around.
"Kiss kiss," he responded shyly.
~xXx~
A couple days later Gabriel was back on the phone just as Castiel was getting up for work.
"Aloha," he began. "How's tricks?"
Castiel couldn't help but smile at the sound of his special friend's cheery voice.
"Everything is sunny this end. How're you?"
Gabriel sighed.
"Got this little problem. Let me run it past you."
"Oh?" Castiel wondered. "What sort of problem?"
"It's Sam, you know, my mud-monkey. Been ringing around all the local kennels and no one wants to take him for as long as I'm gonna need. They all say they're full up, but personally I think he's just too much of a handful. He's disruptive. That's the trouble."
"That's a shame," Castiel commented.
"I was wondering," Gabriel continued in a pleading tone. "If maybe I could persuade YOU to mud-sit. Of course if you think not I'd quite understand..."
Castiel considered. "Well, I suppose I could..."
"That would be GREAT," Gabriel responded, enthusiastically. "Though, after last time, I can see you might not..."
"Oh, It's OK," Castiel brushed off that awkward event. "No harm was done. Dean has had his shots."
Gabriel chuckled. "Well, if you're sure. Oh, and by the way, I've booked Sam in with the veterinarian for next week, to have him... fixed. It was time I saw to that little chore. He's a big boy now. I'll still be away so maybe you could take him?"
"Certainly I can," Castiel agreed.
He liked the angelic veterinarian so it was no biggie.
"Fine then," Gabriel concurred. "I'll leave my key at reception so you can pick him up. OK? I'll call as soon as I find out when I can get back. Till then I'll be counting the moments. Bye, Cas Honey."
"Happy Landings, Gabe," Castiel responded, then coyly added, "Sweetie."
~xXx~
Castiel was glad to help out his friend Gabriel by mud-sitting Sam but, fearing that the bigger creature might be bullying his smaller pet, Castiel locked Dean in the living room and Sam in the kitchen while he went to work. He also set up webcams in both rooms so he could look in on them throughout the day, if his busy day ever gave him the chance.
"Now," Castiel said to his mud-monkey. "I want you to be good, Dean. Don't gobble all your food the minute I leave. And no scratching yourself on the furniture."
Dean grouched under his breath and eyed the food Castiel had left out for him.
Castiel then opened the kitchen door and leaned in. Sam was sitting on his pillow in the corner looking glum. The angel noticed that his water bowl was already empty so he went in and refilled it.
"And YOU," he said, setting down the filled bowl on the floor. "You be quiet. No howling or whining. I have neighbours, you know."
Confident that they were both OK, Castiel gave his webcams another quick check and departed.
~xXx~
Almost nine hours later Castiel let himself back into his apartment to find his kitchen door flung back on its hinges and both mud-monkeys fast asleep together in Dean's basket in the living room. They looked very contented there.
Castiel clapped his hands and both creatures snapped awake, hurrying to him and whimpering happily. Castiel patted them both on the head then went to get a dustpan and brush, to sweep up the discarded food that was inevitably scattered on the carpet around the feeding bowls in the living room. The kitchen remained in order.
After eating an adequate microwave ready-meal for dinner, Castiel relaxed and switched on his computer to check the mud-cam footage he hadn't had time to check during his busy working day.
~xXx~
Dean's Flashback...
Dean waited until he heard the click of the front door and his master's retreating steps before moving from his spot sitting beside the livingroom hearth. He trotted over the the kitchen door and applied an ear. Tap-tap he heard from the other side. Tap-tap he responded.
"Gone?" was Sam's whispered question through the door.
"Uh-huh," Dean replied.
Sam leaned his shoulder against the door separating them. It wasn't going to give. Sam pawed at it frustratedly.
"Shut," he said.
"Uh-huh," Dean agreed.
Sam sat for a moment and thought.
"Not freakin' good," he pronounced.
"Nuh-uh," Dean agreed.
Sam got up and paced around the kitchen a few times. He wasn't happy. He had been reluctant to leave off guarding his master's home to go with some other angel. But, as soon as he had realized the angel was bringing him to his friend Dean, he had been delighted.
Now he wanted to be with Dean and he was locked out. That had to be bad. He felt his temper rise into anger at the unfairness of the situation. He glared at the door from across the room.
"Run!" he thought, and with that thought upmost in his brain he launched himself at the door.
The stubborn barrier shuddered but held. Nonetheless Sam wasn't defeated. He padded back to the other end of the kitchen and launched himself again. This time Sam's weight and determination smashed the feeble lock from its screws and he thundered through, Dean jumping back startled.
Sam picked himself up off of the floor grinning.
"Pissant door," he remarked.
Dean smirked at him. "Awesome," he applauded.
Sam assessed the food bowls in the centre of the room.
"First we eat the food, then we copulate, then we sleep. Sound OK?" he suggested.
Sam always had his priorities in order.
"Sounds like a plan," Dean agreed.
They polished off the food with the minimum of mess. Sure some of it got spilt on the floor but it wasn't easy for two large creatures to share a feeding bowl without some horseplay occuring. Dean considered licking up the overflow but he had other things on his mind.
He went and lay in his basket, stretching provocatively and giving his companion the come-hither. Sam sidled over and climbed into the basket beside him.
"Like the way you do it, mudz," Dean informed Sam. "Want you to do it again. Only this time for way longer."
Sam grinned. "Drank up the cold water," he remarked.
Also, having finished Dean's water supply, Sam had plenty spit, which would be useful.
"Who's this?" he demanded, suddenly getting his eye on a small, pink knit manikin half hidden by the blanket that lined Dean's bed. It's beady button eyes stared up at him defyingly.
"That's Dolly," Dean explained. "Hands off."
"Who's Dolly?" Sam asked, never having seen such a thing before.
"She's my juju," Dean explained. "Keeps the night away. Master sez. And she's real good for frickin'. Totally washable."
Dean tucked the puppet farther under his blanket.
"But Dolly's not sharing right now."
Dean knew his manners. It was proper mud-monkey hospitality to share your bed and your self with your guest. But his toys were his own. Dean lay on his belly and snuggled his face in the soft mock-tigerskin blanket. He loved that blanket.
Sam pulled Dean's hips up some and began investigating his proffered hole with his inquisitive tongue and fingertips. Dean giggled at the tickle then moaned softly as rarely excited nerves inside him sparked into life.
Sam pressed his chubby member against Dean's saliva-slicked exit and slowly edged it inside. This was a tricky manoeuvre, owing to its prestigious size. Then he began a slow but firm swing of his powerful hips back and forth, in and out, ever deeper into Dean's accommodating interior.
Dean was savouring every delicious moment. This sort of thing didn't happen very often, almost never. Castiel was usually very quick to 'save' his pet from the unwanted attentions of other mud-monkeys. Unwanted to Castiel. Nobody cared what Dean thought about it. So he was going to really enjoy this session while it lasted.
Sam did his best to please his host by holding on to his release as long as he could, but inevitably it begged to be free and who was he to deny it. The two creatures lay together for a long while afterwards, still coupled because Dean mewled whenever Sam tried to take it out.
Eventually they separated and Sam rolled Dean onto his back, idly tonguing the naked flesh of his toned stomach. The saltiness of Dean's skin reminded Sam of something. He glanced around the room. He was still hungry and there was no more food. He glanced back at Dean who was now contentedly half-asleep.
"Dude, may I suckle on you?" Sam asked, ever the gentleman.
For a moment Dean wondered what he meant, before the feel of Sam's diffident touch on Dean's still semi-hard member supplied the context.
"Be my guest, mudz," he answered without opening his eyes.
Sam lapped at Dean's softish erection until it sprang to attention. Then he applied his lips and sucked hard, drinking down his companion's seed until he ran dry. Sam wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and grinned.
"You taste pretty damn good," he commented.
Dean smiled sleepily. "Glad to be of service," he said, snuggling up against Sam's warmth. "Stick around, mudz, and there'll be seconds."
Sam chuckled and curled around his companion protectively. Sated and comfortable they both drifted off to sleep.
...End of Flashback
~xXx~
Castiel leaned back him his chair amazed. This had come as a total surprise. The angel had never realized that mud-monkeys could be as affectionate, in their own way, with each other as his mud-cam video had revealed.
Well, so much for those mud-monkey behaviorists, and all the books on caring for your muddie that he had read before acquiring Dean.
Perhaps he had been wrong to try to separate them. It was just a shame he hadn't set up a microphone as well as his webcams. He would see to that tomorrow.
TBC
A/N: Yeah, that's the tone of it. See what I meant?