Castiel exited the Impala, along with Gabriel and both Winchesters. Rain was still coming down in a drizzle, casting a wet shine on their hair and clothing. They had finally made it all the way to the farmhouse on a hill, which stood adjacently to a large barn. The sounds and smells of livestock were drifting from the open doors and into the moist air. This was, no doubt, a place of harvest and homely labor. Castiel had always secretly admired the farmer above other humans. They had mighty grit and strength when it came to plowing stubborn fields, and yet, still retained a gentle patience to wait for it to grow. It was a testament to the abilities of Castiel's father; that the all-maker could create something that possessed the same power to create.
Farmers were a rare gift to mankind. But they could not compare to the greatness of hunters.
Castiel looked up at Dean, as they all migrated to the front of the vehicle. The angel silently admired the faint trace of freckles on the man's glistening face, and the emerald eyes that glanced along his surroundings. Truly, hunters were the most sovereign of humans. Dean himself was the shining example of everything a hunter encompassed; bravery, compassion, intelligence, cunning, devotion... The adjectives were endless. To Castiel, there was no better hunter – no better human – than Dean Winchester.
"Alright," Dean said, his beautiful lips pouting slightly, as he dug around in his jacket pocket, "This is how it's gonna work. Sam and I are going to do all the talking, and you two are gonna keep your mouths shut. Especially you, shorty," Dean warned, tossing an ID badge toward Gabriel, "No comments from the peanut gallery in there. I'm serious."
Gabriel caught the small wallet in midair, his golden eyes rolling.
"Yes, Drill Sargent," the archangel mumbled, giving Dean a less than enthusiastic solute.
Dean was suddenly turned toward Castiel; his vibrant green eyes causing the breath to become lodged in the angel's throat. The man reached out to adjust Cas's attire, straightening his coat and tie.
"Just long enough to interview this guy," he man said more quietly, speaking only to Castiel, "after that, we can get back on the road again. Maybe... find a motel..."
The angel could hear the subtle taste of longing in Dean's tone. Castiel was starkly aware that the two of them had not engaged in sexual acts in over twenty-four hours. Most humans would probably see that as a reasonable gap of abstinence. Perhaps every two to three days was an acceptable amount of time in between bouts of intercourse – for normal humans, that is. But Castiel knew that Dean was not like other humans. Dean's need for sex was almost primal; mimicking the urges of a lioness during mating season. For Dean and Castiel, twenty-four hours was an excruciatingly long time.
Castiel raised his hand to rest it on the center of the man's chest. His body heat was prominent under the angel's palm, causing arousal to flicker in Cas's own vessel. He could feel every beat of Dean's heart; steady and thumping.
"It won't be long, Dean," Cas promised, under his breath.
The man seemed to find some comfort in the angel's words. He nodded briefly, appearing to shake himself from lustful thoughts, before releasing the front of Castiel's clothes.
"Are we ready to do this?" he asked toward Sam and Gabriel.
The younger Winchester and the archangel glanced toward them, seeming to be coming out of their own personal conversation. Sam cleared his throat, before walking over to join Dean at the head of the group. The angels lingered behind them to walk in stride. The planks of the wooden porch creaked under their footsteps, as they journeyed to the front door. Dean knocked on it casually, straightening out his own tie and jacket. Castiel could tell that the man was jittery.
It was only a moment, before a figure appeared at the door. It was an older man; a farmer, from the appearance of his calloused hands, worn clothing, and aged face. A thick white beard cascaded from his chin; mouth surrounded in white facial hair. His gray eyes were sunken and bloodshot and his lips were chapped; signs of weeping grievously. The elderly man glanced around at all the unfamiliar faces on his porch, and his throat quivered.
"Can I help you, fellas?" he asked, voice weak.
"Hello, Mr. Clyde Freeman?" Sam asked.
The old gentleman nodded, still looking from man to man.
"I'm Agent Harrison," Sam said, holding up his badge, "and these are my partners, Agent McCartney, Agent Lennon, and Agent... Starr..." Sam trailed off.
Perhaps the names were important somehow, because Sam seemed to have difficulty saying them. And now that they were spoken, the younger Winchester appeared embarrassed; as if he thought he was about to be caught in a lie. Beside Castiel, Gabriel could see Sam's distress as well.
"Yep. That's me," Gabriel piped up as he stuck his hand out, appearing to be rescuing Sam from discomfort, "How're you doing, old man? Are you hanging in there? Getting all your daily fiber? Oats are good for you, am I right? Gotta keep that septic system flowing."
Mr. Freeman only stared blankly toward Gabriel, seeming perplexed. Dean and Sam, however, both shot glares toward the archangel, who hesitantly withdrew his hand under their fierce stares.
"We're here to talk to you about the recent event with your nephew," Sam said quickly, steering the conversation back on track, "We heard there might have been some suspicious activity surrounding his death."
Heartbreak was quick to fall over the elderly man's face. His bottom lip quivered slightly, and the pain was raw in his eyes. Dean – who, Castiel knew, was always sympathetic toward another person in pain – cleared his throat.
"We're sorry for your loss," he added quietly.
"Come in," Mr. Freeman permitted, shuffling away from the door, "I was just finishin' up in the kitchen."
Sam was the first to go inside, followed closely by Gabriel. Dean filed in behind the archangel, in order to smack the back of his golden head. Castiel knew, of course, that the act was as painless for Gabriel as mammoth bumping into a fly. But the archangel flinched anyway; perhaps, because he knew he deserved it.
"Jackass," Dean mumbled.
Inside the kitchen, Mr. Freeman took a seat in front of a strange looking barrel. The men and angels followed him inside to stand near the counter. Castiel observed the strange barrel before them, finding it a bit strange. Why was there a large stick protruding from the top? The barrel itself was closed off around the stick, covering something inside. As Sam began to ask questions, the farmer took hold of the stick, and began to hoist it up and down. Castiel blinked toward this action, attempting to understand its workings. He had never witnessed such a contraption before. What was the farmer doing?
"Mr. Freeman -"
"Call me Clyde," the elderly man huffed, still upset.
"Clyde," Sam corrected, "you said in the report that you, um, overheard your nephew talking to the devil. What exactly did... uh,... did that mean?"
Castiel glanced down the line of Winchesters toward Sam, to see why he was speaking in broken slurs. It took a moment for the angel to realize that Sam, Gabriel, – and even Dean – were all staring toward the barrel on the floor with wide eyes. Cas studied the surprise Dean's face, attempting to understand why they all appeared so stunned... why they all appeared so lustful...
Castiel looked back at the strange contraption on the floor, and finally understood their reactions. The way the farmer was handling the stick – shoving it down inside the small opening, over and over – was reminiscent of sexual intercourse. Cas was unable to move his eyes, now. The bright blue orbs were glued to the stick moving up and down; penetrating the tiny hole. Arousal was flickering in Castiel's lower stomach, and growing to accommodate his pelvis. Suddenly, twenty-four hours seemed like a lifetime. His vessel was fully aware that it had been denied intercourse for incredibly too long...
"Yeah," Clyde sighed, churning the large stick mechanically into the small hole, "Wasn't nothin' I could do. The devil tricked him, I know it. That's all the devil's good for. Trickin' people."
Castiel's mouth was running dry; watching the way the stick entered the opening without resistance. Oh, it was same the way Dean's opening responded to Castiel's erection; willing to accept the hard shaft at a moment's notice, never too hesitant. Blood was rushing toward the angel's member at the memory of Dean's tight hole clinching around him; coaxing him to release his seed inside...
"Um, r – right," Sam said breathlessly, "And did – did you happen to get a good look at him?"
"I ain't never laid eyes on the devil, son," Clyde said, "No, I didn't see 'em. I just heard him, 'round the other side of the barn. Thought George was talkin' to himself, 'til I heard the devil speakin'. Promised him a new saddle, he did. But the poor kid never got to use it. The devil collected what he was owed the next day."
The organ beyond Castiel's clothes was hardened and thumping; already begging the angel to allow it to penetrate something. Cas quickly shoved his hands into his coat pockets to prevent them from touching his pelvis. The urge to take Dean and fly somewhere was getting stronger. The angel glanced up at the man next to him again, and could see the lust in full bloom inside the green haze of his stare. It was obvious that Dean was affected by the old man's churning stick, too. Perhaps his member was hardening as well. Sam, who appeared to be trying his best to deny the lust, forced himself to speak.
"Did you hear a name being mentioned?" he asked, "Or a place?"
The farmer's motions slowed considerably, causing the thick wooden stick to ease ever slightly back into the small hole. Castiel gulped, feeling his own heart pounding behind his ribs. He couldn't help but feel a bit teased; watching the shaft moving so slowly, in and out of the barrel. Taunting him with the impression of intercourse.
"You know, I think I did hear somethin'. 'Bout a broken bell," Clyde said to Sam, his stick picking up speed, "The devil said he was in a hurry to get there. Meeting up with his band of demons or somethin' -"
"For God's sake, man! Stop churning that butter!" Gabriel finally snapped.
The elderly man jumped a little, at Gabriel's demand, but his hands released the wooden stick. Castiel felt as if he'd been broken from hypnosis; blinking repeatedly to remember where he was standing and why he was there. His organ was throbbing violently and his mind was swimming. Beside him, Dean coughed loudly. The man covered his mouth briefly with his fist, but when his arm fell back down, his hand brushed against Castiel's. The angel was electrically aware of Dean's touch; able to feel the chemicals flooding his system at the tiniest physical contact.
"Um, I think you've given us plenty of information to work with. Th – thank you for your time, Mr. Clyde, sir," Dean stuttered, edging toward the exit and motioning everyone else to follow, "We're sorry about your nephew."
"Yeah. Hope your butter comes out okay," Gabriel added, waving, "Catch you on the flip-side, old-timer!"
The four of them were out of the house in a rush; a blur of suit jackets and grasping hands. Dean was quick to grab Castiel by the arm, just as fast as Gabriel took hold of Sam's wrist. On the wooden porch, the group instantly parted ways; Dean pulling Cas toward the barn, while Sam and Gabriel stumbled toward the Impala. Castiel could clearly see the fire in Dean's eyes; the raw, sexual energy that overcame him when he craved intercourse.
"Cas and I are gonna go check out that thing in the barn," Dean called toward his brother and the archangel, still yanking Castiel's arm.
"Yep. You go do that," Gabriel nodded, trying his best to appear casual, even though the lust was clear in his hasty body language, "The moose and I will just wait in the car for you!"
As Sam and Gabriel walked – well, perhaps jogged was a more appropriate word – to the Impala, Dean and Castiel were quickly making their way toward the barn. The smell of livestock became more potent in the air, as Dean pulled Castiel toward the open doors. The angel's heart was pounding; knowing that sexual contact with Dean was only seconds away. His vessel yearned desperately for it; breath quickening, heart pounding, member throbbing. He was ready for this. Castiel would always be ready for Dean.
With a hard tug inside the barn, and quick spin to hide behind the large wooden door, Dean and Castiel's mouths met with furious haste. Their hands were all over each other instantly; clutching, and grabbing, and clinging. Oh, Dean's mouth tasted so heavenly. The man moaned a bit behind their circling tongues, causing Cas's member to ache with yearning. Air was passing in and out quickly from their nostrils, as they kissed without remorse. Twenty-four hours had taken its toll, turning their intercourse more animalistic than ever.
Behind them, the cattle and horses were becoming restless, kicking at the stable doors, neighing, mooing, running; perhaps trying to alert the owner that there were strangers in the barn. But Dean and Castiel were too consumed by each other to notice the animals. The angel could feel the man's hard organ pressing against his thigh; grinding against him longingly. Castiel took the time to reach down and cup Dean's genital region, to get a clearer assessment of the man's physical state. A noise escaped Dean's throat at the touch; his pelvis thrusting into the angel's palm. Dean's state was arguably worse than Castiel's. His organ was poking stiffly against his trousers, needing stimulation in the most dire way. By feeling the sheer heat of the man's erection in his hand, Castiel knew Dean needed to be serviced first.
The angel plucked his mouth from Dean's in order to drop to his knees. Castiel quickly snapped open Dean's belt and tugged his pants and undergarments back enough to release his swollen shaft. Cas had been right. Seminal fluid was already leaking from Dean's stiff organ, oozing from the tip in preparation for ejaculation. Castiel took the heated erection into his mouth at once, stimulating the sensitive member with his rolling tongue and tightening lips. Dean's hands were digging fiercely into the angel's shoulders, and his tiny whimpers were mixing with the sounds of the livestock; blending seamlessly into the noisy atmosphere. But Castiel was only able to bob his head a few times, before Dean backed away.
"N – no," he panted, tugging on Cas's collar with both hands, "Cas, you – you know what I want."
Castiel gulped, feeling his own member twitch. Yes. He did, indeed, know what Dean wanted. The man was nearly always craving it – to be penetrated by the angel's hard organ. Castiel returned to his feet at once, to begin undoing his own pants. His blue eyes were glued to the man before him, watching Dean quickly slide the clothing down his bow legs. Dean's hands were visibly trembling, fumbling with the fabric, but he eventually unhooked the pants from one leg; just enough for Castiel to gain access to his backside.
While they undressed their lower halves, the angel quickly assessed their surroundings in the barn, attempting to find the most comfortable place to put Dean. Luckily, a pile of freshly laid hay was near the door. As fast as possible, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean and dipped the man downward, quickly laying him on the soft bedding. The moment Dean was on his back, he bent his knees up toward his own chest; giving Castiel a gorgeous view of his throbbing genitals and clenching entrance. A noise of approval escaped Cas's open mouth at the mere sight. There was nothing more aesthetically pleasing than Dean's body when it was ready to fornicate.
"Dammit, Cas, what are you waiting for?" Dean huffed.
Castiel blinked himself out of his daze, to notice Dean's impatience. Hoping to please him, the angel began to transfer saliva to the man's warm hole; preparing him for intercourse. But just as Castiel wiggled a finger inside, Dean smacked his hand away.
"No," he panted, still clutching his own knees, "forget your damn fingers! Just give it to me, Cas."
A twinge of concern flashed through Castiel. Dean did not want to be prepared? But, if he wasn't carefully stretched open, Cas's member could have damaging effects on him. Didn't Dean know that?
"But, Dean," Castiel protested, feeling confused, "if we do not -"
"Gnah, Cas," Dean interrupted, rocking his backside seductively toward the angel's pelvis, "I need you, baby..."
The angel gulped harshly. It was a known fact, that animals in the wild were particularly rough with their mates. At times, a male lion would have to hold the scruff of his female between his teeth during intercourse; to hold her steady while the penetration took place, because it tended to be painful for her. In the wild, pain and pleasure were only separated by a faint, thin line. So, when Dean requested to skip the important step of preparation in their intercourse, he was basically requesting to feel pain. And it concerned Castiel deeply.
"Dean," the angel said firmly, "I don't think we should -"
Before Cas knew it, Dean was tugging on the angel's hips; guiding Castiel's erection toward his own glistening entrance. With a stern pull, Cas's erection was pressing against Dean's hot hole; the tip barely half an inch inside. The angel blinked repeatedly, exhaling with pleasure. Oh, the feel of Dean's tight opening was like a cure for an aliment; quenching Castiel's thirst for sexual relief.
"Ah! Cas!" Dean cried, curling up, "get inside me, dammit! Please!"
How could Castiel ever refuse that begging tone? Though Dean's hole resisted him a bit, Castiel pressed on; entering Dean's body with the force that only an angel could possess. Dean's face lit up at the sensation, sucking in a shrill gasp. His hands were clutching anything, then; Cas's clothes, his own knees, the bed of hay beneath him. Dean was in a state of pleasure that Castiel could barely comprehend.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, causing the livestock to respond to his howl, "Yes! S – son of a bitch, Cas! Holy shit!"
Castiel moaned at the sound of utter pleasure in Dean's deep voice. He hammered fiercely into the man's backside; pounding so hard, that they were sliding on the bed of hay. The angel knew that this would not take long. Dean appeared on the verge of climaxing already; moans pitching higher, hands grasping, eyes flickering backward. And Castiel was close as well, only needing a few more thrusts. Wanting Dean to ejaculate with him, Cas took hold of the man's swollen erection and began to stroke it unison with his own motions. Dean groaned beautifully with this action, snapping his head back to give Castiel a lovely view of his bobbing adam's apple.
"Harder, Cas! Ah!" he moaned, voice cracking, "Harder! Faster! I – I'm so -"
Castiel complied with Dean's urges, thrusting as hard as he could without breaking him, and suddenly felt the erection pulsing in his hand. The angel looked down in the blur of their moving bodies to see the white fluid firing from the tip of the man's shaft. Dean was convulsing – shaking, and moaning, and rocking, and begging in slurs – when Castiel embraced his own orgasm. It was flowing through the angel's vessel within seconds; causing his hips to slow and his eyes to roll around in their sockets. Semen was spouting from his own erection, filling Dean internally. The bliss was indescribable. The amount of pleasure was unfathomable. Ejaculating inside Dean was a miracle all its own...
The angel eased his hips to a complete stop, panting above Dean. Though the barn animals around them were still in a state of frenzy, Dean and Castiel were carefully calming down. The man beneath Cas was breathing just as hard; blinking lazily up at the angel as a smile twitched on his pink lips.
"You're... amazing," he breathed, reaching up to run a shaky hand through Castiel's hair.
Castiel smiled a bit, feeling secretly prideful. The livestock serenaded them, as the angel carefully removed his shrinking erection from the man's body. Dean flinched at the action, his face briefly skewing. It was normal for him to react to Castiel's maneuvering shaft. What was not normal, however, was the small trace of bright red liquid painted along the angel's member. Castiel blinked down at his organ, searching the site where their bodies had been connected – and his heart filled with dread. Dean was bleeding. His hole was raw and red; torn slightly at the edges, where he had not been properly prepared.
"Dean," Castiel gasped, "You're bleeding."
The man glanced briefly down between his own legs, seeing the faint red fluid on Castiel's shaft – and gave a chuckle.
"Oops," he smiled.
Castiel was utterly lost. Dean was injured – bleeding, from Castiel's harsh pounding and careless precaution – but still found the situation amusing? Was he not hurt? Did he not care, that their intercourse had physically damaged him? The angel didn't understand why Dean liked being treated so violently. Castiel didn't understand Dean's strange fondness for dominance at all...
A loud clatter broke through the barn. It was the squeak of a large door being opened. The farmer was suddenly walking in from the far side of the huge building, hobbling over to inspect his frantic animals. Dean and Castiel shared an equal glance of panic, before scrambling to fix their clothing. After replacing his own pants, Castiel reached out to touch Dean's bare hip. He quickly healed the man's wounded backside, before Dean pulled his pants all the way back on.
"Fly us out to the car," he requested in an urgent whisper.
Castiel did not delay; reaching out to clutch Dean's shoulder, before flying them to the Impala. They both landed in the front seat, covered in hay and smelling like livestock. There was a fast scurry in the backseat, making the car rock on its wheels. Castiel noted that all the windows were fogged, and that the only sound in the car was heavy breathing. Dean and Cas both glanced back to see Gabriel and Sam sitting in the backseat with surprise, as if they'd just been caught doing something inappropriate. They were fully clothed, now, but the angel could tell that Sam and Gabriel had just engaged in sex. Just like Dean and Castiel...
There was an awkward silence that seemed to stretch on for a moment, in which everyone glanced around with discomfort while their breathing slowed. After what seemed like several minutes, Sam finally broke the embarrassing tension.
"Bobby called," he informed causally, speaking as if he had no knowledge that anyone had just fornicated.
Dean cleared his throat and tossed a glance toward Castiel before replying.
"What did he say?"
"He says 'The Broken Bell' is the name of a dock on Lake Michigan, and that he'll meet us there," Sam answered.
"Well," Dean sighed, reaching for the key in the ignition, "looks like it's gonna be a long drive, then. You think that motel near the river still has a ban on us, Sammy, or do you think they'll let us stay there again?"
"Motel?" Gabriel repeated with disgust, "You think I'm gonna let this nice pair of antlers sleep in another roach motel? I don't think so, pal. As long as I'm around, we're gonna be hitting up the five-star joints, okay? So, pluck all the hay out of your clothes and look presentable, for dad's sake, and lets get this show on the road."
Castiel could see a hint of awe in Dean's expression. It was almost too subtle to detect, but Cas could see it there; lingering in his green eyes, as he stared thoughtfully at Gabriel through the rear view mirror. Castiel was glad to see that Gabriel was making a better impression on Dean. Perhaps now, Dean was seeing through Gabriel's false mask, to the caring protector that was hidden beneath.
"Alright, blondie," Dean shrugged, "but you're putting up the cash for it."
"Deal," Gabriel grinned slyly.
Castiel caressed Dean's bare back, tracing his fingertips along the man's muscular spine. The angel could feel Dean's lungs expanding and retracting slowly beyond his warm skin; calm and steady. Dean was sleeping soundly tonight, without erotic dreams or nightmares to stir him from his slumber. The man's lovely mouth was slightly open and his face was expressionless; the definition of relaxation. Still, even while he was in a subconscious state, Dean's arm was drawn loosely around Castiel's torso; clinging to the angel without being aware of it.
Castiel assumed that the long day of driving had exhausted Dean. By the time they arrived at a hotel near the lake – a hotel which Gabriel had chosen, based on its close proximity to the local doughnut shop – it was nightfall, and Dean was already yawning. Their sexual interlude in the barn must have been enough to satisfy him for the rest of the evening, because he made no indications that he wanted to have sex again. Dean and Castiel – Sam and Gabriel, and Bobby, too – simply checked into their own rooms. Dean fell asleep almost as soon as his head rested upon a pillow.
It left the angel next to him to dwell on his own thoughts. Again, Castiel was thinking about Dean's strange longing for dominance. The angel couldn't understand why the man wanted pain, and delighted in the notion of being subjugated. Worry was weighing heavily on Castiel's mind, remembering the sight of faint blood on their bodies after intercourse. Cas never wanted to harm Dean; it was the last thing he would ever do – but, what if Dean wanted to be harmed? The angel blinked harshly toward the wall across the room, making his fingers draw to a stop. Perhaps Cas needed to speak with someone on this matter... someone with more experience in the field of sexual interactions...
Castiel tilted his head downward to place an affectionate kiss on Dean's warm forehead, and paused to glance over his lovely features once more, before flying gently away. The angel landed inside Sam and Gabriel's hotel room, just a few doors down from his own. Sam was asleep in his night clothes, just like Dean a few rooms away, on a large bed. Gabriel was sitting in bed next to the man with his legs crossed, appearing to be doing something to Sam's head. Castiel blinked, stepping forward to inspect the archangel's workings. It appeared as though Gabriel was braiding Sam's lengthy hair with his tiny fingers... Eventually, Gabriel became aware of Castiel's presence; double-taking at him to gasp.
"Hey!" the archangel exclaimed, raking a hand quickly through the younger Winchester's hair, "What the hell, bro?! Geez, Singer was right. You really don't know how to knock, do you?"
Castiel gulped, feeling a little embarrassed. Perhaps he needed to start warning those around him about his arrival.
"My apologies," he mumbled.
"Nice outfit," the archangel mentioned, getting up casually from the bed.
Castiel glanced down at his own attire, which consisted of Dean's rock band t-shirt and plaid boxers, before looked back to his brother. Gabriel appeared to also be wearing Winchester clothing; Sam's loose button-up shirt. The angel dismissed their state of being, however. He didn't come here to discuss attire. Castiel came here to ask his brother for advice.
"Gabriel," Cas began, feeling heat on his own face, "There is – there is something that I am having trouble understanding."
"Well, that's nothing new," the archangel scoffed, striding over to plop himself into the nearest free chair, "It took you forever just to learn how to get inside your own vessel. But look at you now, walking around in that cute little meat suit."
"It is a personal matter," Castiel continued, disregarding Gabriel's playful comments, "involving... intercourse."
"Intercourse? What is this, health class?" Gabriel grumbled, rolling his eyes, "Alright, just give it to me straight, Cassie. You and Pinky are having issues in the bedroom, aren't you? Is he not satisfying your needs?"
Castiel sighed heavily, as he brought himself to sit in a chair opposite his angelic brother.
"Actually, I believe I am the one not satisfying his," Cas admitted, feeling guilty, "Dean craves dominance, Gabriel. He practically begs for me to overpower him. To pin him down and force him to ejaculate. And I cannot fathom why he finds it so arousing."
"Whoa," Gabriel said, his face contorted with disgust, "TMI, baby-bird. That shit is waaay too personal. You should not be telling me any of this. Dean would flip his shit."
"But I need to understand, Gabriel. And there is no one else I can speak with," Castiel pleaded, "Why does he long for hostility during an act that is supposed to be loving?"
For a moment, Gabriel appeared unwilling to reply to Castiel's question. But, after stealing a glance toward Sam's sleeping form on the bed across the room, the archangel huffed in defeat. His golden eyes were back in Castiel, seeming honest and sincere.
"Dude. It's just a kink," Gabriel replied carefully, "I'm sure you've had your fair share of dirty thoughts. That flighty little head of yours is probably chuck full of daydreams about Dean. His kink probably isn't any freakier than yours."
Castiel took a moment to consider Gabriel's words. No, Castiel did not have any daydreams, that revolved around intercourse and Dean... But the notion seemed surprisingly lovely; concocting an erotic scenario in his own mind. Perhaps the angel needed create a vision in his own head, just as Dean did in his sleep. Perhaps it would help Castiel become closer with Dean somehow.
Still, Castiel worried about his human's love of harmful things...
"Please, brother," Cas continued, "Tell me how I can satisfy Dean's lust for dominance without hurting him. My actions caused him physical pain, today. And I do not wish to harm him - "
"You're thinking about this all wrong, little duck," Gabriel interrupted, his golden eyes filling with playfulness again, "Just because he wants dominance, doesn't mean he wants to be beaten to death. Let's look at it this way: Are you afraid of the wrath of our father?"
Castiel gulped, recalling the unparalleled power of God's cosmic glory. "Yes."
"Okay. Well, has daddy ever laid a hand on you?" the archangel asked.
"No," Castiel answered, unable to remember his father physically touching him in any way.
"Exactly," the archangel smirked, "But you're still scared shit-less of him, aren't you? That's because he uses words."
"Words?"
"Yep. Words. He's got ten whole commandments that everybody's supposed to follow, remember? Rules that you have to follow, or else. They are commandments, Cassie. If that's not a dominant word, then I don't know what is."
Castiel blinked toward the table between them, allowing the information to settle amongst his thoughts. It was true, that God demanded the discipline of men through his holy word – but it was a discipline created out of love. The same discipline Dean found to be erotic in a way Castiel couldn't comprehend...
"So, the type of dominance Dean requires is not a physical action," the angel concluded, "but rather, the continuous shifting of discipline and affection by the use of words?"
Gabriel blinked, too, seeming confused.
"Um, sure. Let's go with that," he answered carefully.
Castiel felt enlightened at this new discovery. It seemed like such a simple notion to him, now; that the best way to show dominance was to bark orders and make commandments, rather than treat someone with hostility. Just as Castiel looked back up to thank his brother, he noticed that the archangel was wearing a strange expression. Cas tilted his head toward Gabriel, sensing that the archangel needed to ask a question.
"What is it, brother?" the angel urged, wanting to help.
"Well,... I know it's kinda personal," Gabriel mumbled, "but, have you ever flashed yourself to Dean during sex, Castiel? I mean, your real self. With all the bells and whistles... and wings..."
The younger angel could see the vulnerability in his brother's eyes. Cas could tell that this question was linked to a deeper curiosity. Perhaps Gabriel wanted to know because he was planning to do the same thing with Sam. Perhaps he was gathering enough information to make a decision. Castiel thought back to the first night he ever displayed his celestial form to Dean during intercourse, and cringed internally.
"Yes," Castiel answered simply, recalling his guilt, "and I unknowingly broke both of his wrists in the process."
A look of surprise briefly crossed the archangel's face, followed by a hint of disappointment. Gabriel nodded with discouragement, sighing loudly. It appeared as though Castiel's answer had caused him to make a difficult decision.
"I knew it was dangerous," he mumbled, "But, man. He really wants it, though. And I hate breaking his heart..."
"You mean Sam?" Castiel asked, curious.
Gabriel blinked up at Cas, seeming to realize that he'd spoken out loud. The archangel shook his head at once, waving a dismissing hand.
"Nevermind me," he said, his grin flashing back, "Don't you have a Winchester to woo? Dean's all alone in this hotel somewhere, just waiting to be dominated."
Castiel allowed a smile to spread over his lips, as he rose to his feet. The gratitude he was feeling toward his brother in that moment couldn't possibly be put into words. Castiel was incredibly honored to have the pleasure of discussing personal issues with Gabriel.
"Thank you, Gabriel. Your advice has been most helpful," he said truthfully.
The archangel smirked, and suddenly held out his fist, hovering it toward Castiel.
"Celestials before terrestrials?" he asked, his eyebrows bouncing.
Castiel blinked toward his brother's fist in confusion. What did that statement mean? And why was Gabriel holding up his hand like that? The archangel waited for a moment before groaning loudly.
"Ugh. Just say it and bump my fist," he requested, sounding weary.
Though Castiel was still a bit confused, he balled his hand into a fist before bumping it timidly against the archangel's.
"Celestials before terrestrials..?" Cas repeated.
"Thatta boy," Gabriel winked.
(Author's Note: I'm pretty sure there is not a dock in Michigan called 'The Broken Bell.' But if, by some miracle, there is, then I hope there isn't a demon loitering there. :) Forgive me, if you didn't agree with Gabriel's use of God in reference to dominance. I just needed something that an angel could understand, know what I mean? And, by the way, do you remember Gabriel's gift of panties from the last part? Oh, yes. They will be used in the next chapter. :) To those of you who live in tropical climates: I'm sitting under a pile of snow right now, feeling completely jealous. :) I hope you all are staying warm this winter, where ever you may be!
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