Beta'd by Vanya Starwind!
Warnings: mainly language, as you can see the first line; bathing?
"Fucking PHONE!" Dean screamed, waking up in the twin bed by himself in a mess of pillows and comforter. The phone was ringing like crazy and he was far too tired to get off his ass and get it. Looking at the time it was almost noon. Well, he had more than enough sleep.
When he picked up, there was a quick voice saying, "Hello Mr. Winchester."
"Dean, call me Dean," he insisted. It was clearly Chuck.
"Right. It's Chuck."
Dean paused. "I know."
"Oh, alright then. It's mandatory for me to call and check up on you every once in a while. I thought it would be safe to call the next morning, see if everything's okay, and maybe I'll call in a week or two."
"Ah, thanks for that. And yeah," he paused to scratch the back of his neck, "everything's fine." Except for the part that the brat took his bed for the night. He sighed.
"Great, that's great. I just had some tips that I would like to reiterate to you in the case I neglected to tell you how absolutely important they are," he began in that nervous voice of his. "As you know, Castiel is a dominant male angel, so naturally he'll want to take control and boss you around."
Dean grunted, waiting for him to continue.
"Albeit, you are his owner and you are the one with the reigns. You do not show him any fear or reluctance or he will use it to his advantage. He is not a human and he can smell your emotions like a wolf. If you slip up or become too comfortable with him, he will abandon showing you any respect because his customary response to the people he lives with is to control them."
Dean bit his lip. "Okay, gotcha."
"Dean this is extremely important. And if he… Pushes you into… Something you are not comfortable with, you will treat him like a dog. In the bag that comes with him, I packed a couple things. Did you check it yet?"
Pushes me into something uncomfortable? Dean mentally asked himself. He decided he didn't want to think of the different possibilities.
"Dean?"
No, of course he hadn't checked the bag. Dean shuffled around the kitchen to try and find the small duffle. "No, not really."
"Well, inside, there is the brush and the oil, but also there is a collar. Do you see it?"
Dean pulled out the grooming kit and some more of the shirts that had the ties in the back made especially for angels and set them on the hardwood floor. At the bottom, though, was actually a fucking collar and leash. Dean didn't think he had heard right when Chuck said it, but there was a legit dog collar in the bottom of the bag. "Yeah, I have it in my hand."
"That is Castiel's stabilizer. You are only to use it when he gets out of hand. It just dims his Grace a little and doesn't let him use his power to the full extent. It will probably just make him drowsy and lethargic for a couple hours."
Gulping, Dean pulled it out and looked at it. It was baby blue with metallic little stud spikes that looked punkish but cute. Kinky, Dean's thoughts immediately directed to him and he had to fight off a blush. "Alright."
"So remember. He is still under your custody so it is legally your responsibility to take care of him and treat him like you would another human. Only take precautions that are totally necessary. But don't go too easy."
"Thanks, Chuck," Dean said, putting the collar down as he heard the loud sound of a toilet flushing and Castiel exited the bathroom. So help him God, the angel better not have left another mess…
"No problem, Dean. Just give me a call if you have any questions or problems. Have a great day, and I hope your studies go well with Castiel."
"Alright, man. Thanks for the call, bye," he said and hung up, placing the phone on the receiver and glancing over at Castiel. "Have a nice rest?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"It's… Different from my nest," he said finally, stepping out of his pants and walking further into the kitchen.
Dean's eyebrows shot up and he held his hands up. "Hey! Oh, okay. Uhm, here's the deal, buddy. I appreciate the show and all," the blond haired man said and the angel looked the utmost confused, "but you need to wear some clothes around the apartment, dude."
Castiel was wearing a coffee coloured version of his t-shirt with the ties in the back now. Now he was just standing half naked like it was the most usual thing in the world. He furrowed his brows then, saying, "I need to bathe."
"You're damn right you do, Stinky," Dean said in a low tone but something told him that Castiel had completely heard it and that snarl proved it. He ignored him though and started walking down the hall towards the linen closet. "Towels are—hey, what're you doing?"
Once again, Castiel had stripped, but now he was reaching behind his back to attempt to untie the strings to his angel shirt. He looked up at Dean with a frustrated glance before turning back to his back, or what he could see of it. "I require someone else to slick my wings for me, although it would be ideal if you could get this stupid material off of me," Castiel said in a stern, gravelly tone.
Dean shrugged. "Oh, well I could slick—"
"A potential mate or someone very close to me has to do it, and you are neither." He shot his owner an annoyed look and turned back to see if his fingers were catching the strings on his back.
He took the teal towel out of Dean's hand exasperatedly and brushed past him into the bathroom. It was the master bathroom, so there was a tub and a shower in here. Dean turned his lips so they looked like an upside down U and then followed after the sassy angel.
"Some assistance, please!"
"Yes, my master," Dean replied sarcastically and hurriedly pushed the door open to see Castiel squatting in the tub.
The two made eye contact and it was quiet. Cas wasn't demanding anything and Dean wasn't complaining. For a moment, Dean thought he saw the corner of the dark haired angel's lips turn up, but it was much too fast. "I quite like that title."
The blond haired man blushed ten fold and immediately had to turn his gaze to the tiled bathroom floor. He breathed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck me, man," he whispered to himself.
"You say that a lot. Is that an invitation?"
Holy shit… Dean's eyes were as wide as saucers now and he was staring at the angel in disbelief. Looking at the angel now, his expression turned from smug and wanting to impatient.
"Are you aware I am waiting for the water?" he asked.
The younger man rolled his eyes and walked over to the tub that was big enough for two people, three people maybe even, and kneeled down to turn the knob for hot water. The liquid streamed out quickly then, the steam picking up. "Is it too hot?" Dean asked courteously.
Castiel held a hand under the stream and had no facial expression. "It's hot, I can tell, but I enjoy it."
To Dean's surprise, the angel didn't seem to mind too much. He thought maybe he could get back at Castiel for being such a bitchy guest by burning him with scalding water, but the dark haired angel didn't seem to mind too much.
"You received the oil from Chuck, didn't you?" Castiel began for conversation when Dean turned the hot water knob off when the tub was fill and close to sloshing over the sides. "I could smell it in the bag."
"Yeah I did. Do you need it or do you want to produce your own?" Dean, as he has studied this for years, knew that dominant alpha male angels do actually produce their own oils although they are nowhere near as sensitive as a submissive angel's glands. Alpha males generally have a family member or their mate take care of their wings for them, but since Dean was neither, Cas was going to have to suck it up. "You don't really have a choice if you don't want your wings drying up and feathers falling out everywhere."
Castiel let out a sort of growl that made Dean twitch in his position kneeled down on the floor. Dean could pretty much see everything that Cas had who seemed totally unabashedly fine with this—the first time Dean had met the guy he was wearing loincloth for fucks sake—and he was never really comfortable around naked people, not really even his little brother.
"I suppose you are correct; you have permission to groom my wings for me," the angel said, leaning back so that he could rest comfortably against the back of the tub. Dean squirted some shampoo into his hands and began to massage his fingers into Castiel's wet black tresses, the angel cooing submissively. Dean for once felt like he had won something, but the feeling was short lived as the time quickly ran out and Castiel reached out of the water to clasp Dean's wrist. "That's enough. You can clean the rest of me now."
"Y—you want me to?" Dean asked incredulously.
The angel didn't even turn around to address the human politely. "Yes. If you are willing, that is." Of course I am, you ass. Do I really even have a say in this? Dean thought to himself, annoyed. He would need to put his foot down, but right now was not the time.
He got a fresh bar of soap and rubbed it into his hands until it was in suds so that he could take Castiel's thick and muscled arm into his hands and wipe the length of it with his bubbly hands in a tight grip. Dean moved to the other arm and then his shoulders, massaging carefully—and at that point the boy realized he was wishing that his angel would compliment him or something. He made his way down the dark haired angel's back and only when he rubbed hard at his flanks did Castiel let out an appreciative moan.
And just like that, Dean got the incentive to continue on what he was doing—washing, massaging, caressing. And the surprising factor was that Castiel was letting him. There were no rude remarks or snotty demands. The angel stayed quiet and let Dean do his magic.
The blond man reached under the water and grabbed the angel's ankle and pulled it above the surface so that it was resting on the side of the tub. Bubbly suds were now coating the limb and when Dean looked up to see his angel, Castiel had his head leaned back on the tub side, eyes closed and a blown expression on his face. Now that the angel's legs were splayed open comfortably, Cas' half hard cock laid in the water—the level considerably lower due to the amount of sloshing out—and the small black tuffs of hair at the base completely visible. Gulping, the blond man pretended he wasn't seeing it.
Finally Dean felt satisfied when he had scrubbed the angel completely. Castiel opened his eyes expectantly, looking around. "Why have you stopped?"
This made the blond man scoff. "I've cleaned every inch of you, Cas." He got up and turned away. "Did you want me to start on your wings…?"
"We can do that later, as it occurred to me that you are mistaken." Dean turned, wiping his hands off on a hand towel. "There are inches of me that you have missed," he spoke with a gallant smirk.
A hot blush broke out on Dean's cheeks. "Cas, I uh, I think that's your business to take care of. It's not really my job—look. The bathwater has gotten cold. You should get out before you catch a cold."
"Dean." The angel's voice was strong, reprimanding. "What do you think of humans mated to angels?"
Of course, it happens. Not very often, but occasionally Dean had seen an angel-human couple walking down the street. Though, it had generally been a submissive female angel and a human man, only once had he seen a human female and dominant man angel. Never, though, had any of the angels he'd seen been an alpha.
It occurred to Dean that that would make him the female human. He scowled and he remotely watched Cas cock his head to the side. "It doesn't excite you much, I take it?"
"No," Dean said all too quickly. He pursed his lips. "I guess it really just depends on if the pair really love each other or not. If there is a mutual bond, I accept it."
A bond was always necessary in angelic relationships. For humans, there are bonds, but none strong enough in comparison to an angel's. When angels bond, they are bonded for life. Humans—? There is always an option to break up or divorce their partner.
"Why are you asking me this?"
Castiel looked at Dean for a long time. He didn't say anything, but instead wore an expression that was hard to decipher. Dean imagined his brain was thinking something along the lines of haha, silly human. I know things you do not, or something maybe not so PG rated.
"Fine. Here's your towel, you can get out now." Castiel, being the stubborn little fuck he is, stayed put and stared up at Dean with his wide, ultra-blue eyes.
"Dean, you have forgotten to wash my penis," he said with those smoldering blue eyes.
Did he really just say that?! Dean screamed to himself internally. His heart was racing a mile a minute. Maybe it was the fact that this was possibly the first time that Cas actually acknowledged that Dean had a name and that when he spoke it through those lips, it sent shivers down the blond man's spine. "Cas, I told you," he spoke although inevitably stuttering horribly, "that's not my job. Take care of that part of you by yourself."
Dean turned towards the door and Castiel watched his every move.
"When you're ready for me to slick your wings, I'll be waiting out here," the man said, trying to hide his crimson blush by exiting.
Castiel said nothing more, but Dean would bet an extra delicious cherry pie that the angel was sitting in the draining water smirking gallantly at Dean's embarrassed escape.
xXx
It had been more than ten minutes and the TV had become a nonexistent entity in the back of Dean's brain when he realized it had been too long for Castiel to get out of the tub and dry off. So naturally, Dean got up to check it out.
The bathroom was empty. There were several Castiel-sized footsteps leading from the bathtub to the door where Dean was standing and the blond haired boy groaned in annoyance. He better not had made a mess.
But to his surprise, when Dean checked Cas' guest room, it was also empty. Where the fuck did he go? A small hissing sound turned the man's attention from the room to his own down the hall that had the door left slightly ajar. "You fuckin' kidding me?" he asked himself as he padded from his spot to the door jam and pushing it open to reveal his angel sitting cross legged on the bed and glaring at a hissing Michael across the room from him.
"Michael," Dean called and the dark brown cat sprinted in Dean's direction and he scooped him up with ease. The cat purred into him and he pets it affectionately. When he brought his gaze up to rest it on Cas, the angel was glaring hatefully at the kitten.
"You appreciate the feline more than me," he declared.
Dean sighed, turning and leaning over to drop the cat on the floor so he could scurry out of the doorway and down the hall to the stairwell. "No, Cas," Dean said tiredly now.
"You chose him over me. You would rather have a filthy feline than me."
The blond man pressed his lips together in a firm straight line and approached the angel sitting on his bed. "Are you jealous?" he asked, a smirk forming on his lips suddenly.
Castiel's eyebrows furrowed then and he shook his head. "Of course not." He crossed his arms. "I just figured you valued the more intelligent species of the two."
"Cas, don't call my cat stupid," Dean said and pulled the bag up onto the window seat. He pulled some of the clothes out and finally found the oil. "Why are you in here anyway? Your room is the guest room."
He snarled his lips. "That room belongs to the feline. I do not share with him."
"Now you're just being a child," Dean said and couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips.
"Besides, grimalkin or not, I much prefer this room," he said, leaning back so that he was resting on the palm of his hands.
"Cas, this is my room though, and it would be inappropriate to share," Dean muttered the last part.
The angel shrugged. "Whether you like it or not, I have already created a nest in here." His wings spread out as if to show Dean all of his progress. It was silent as Dean didn't understand what Cas was referring to. In slow motion, Dean's brows furrowed and he peeled back the covers.
On the sheets and tangled in the comforter were feathers, feathers, and more black fluffy things. And also, Dean gulped, dried cum smeared on every surface of the linen. "CAS ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?"
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