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Set-post 09x03, "I'm No Angel", in an AU where 'Ezekiel' left Sam much sooner than he did, allowing Castiel to stay at the bunker. Established Destiel.
Morning awoke Dean, who stirred sleepily on the bunker bed, reluctantly pulling himself from sleep and into reality. He shifted to the edge of the otherwise empty mattress, groggily pulling clothes onto his form before trudging blindly to the room he and Sammy spent most of their days. Leaning against the counter, he poured himself a cup from the seemingly recent coffee pot, rubbing the sleep from his eyes tiredly.
"Good morning, Dean." a voice chirped in his ear, a pair of familiar and warm hands resting on his waist. The hunter flinched in surprise.
"Christ, Cas-" he muttered, coffee threatening to spill from his cup. Turning to face two blue eyes and a loving grin, Dean pulled himself closer to the Graceless angel. "Human or not, you gotta stop the creepy sneaking. Would it kill you to wear a bell or somethin'?"
"Possibly." came Castiel's blunt answer, who seemed unknowing of Dean's joke. In response, with a grin light on his lips, Dean pressed a soft kiss to Cas' lips.
"Oh, come on guys, I know you're no longer in denial of your feelings and all that, but I haven't even had coffee yet." the younger Winchester piped up from the doorway, his bare feet lightly tapping against the cold bunker floors, crossing the room with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. Grasping the coffee pot Castiel had evidently filled, he groaned at the familiar taste.
Cas was the first to break the kiss, greeting a calm, "Good morning, Sam." to the man.
"Hey, Cas." he gave a weary and brief smile, caffeine beginning to run through his body as the evidence of a long night cleared.
"Morning, Sammy." his brother spoke, drawing himself from his lover, finding interest once more in his own cup. He grinned at Sam's mockery, teasing, "I didn't see you come home last night. Late one?"
"Yeah." Sam muttered, "Research."
"Did you...find trouble? You seem to have thrombosis on your neck." the fallen angel asked curiously, his eyebrows lowered in concern and confusion. With a sigh, Sam rubbed a hand over his neck, pulling a laugh from Dean as he watched his brother be caught in a lie.
"Yeah, alright, so I was out pretty late." he admitted.
"With a girl?"
"Yeah. Well, you've got Cas and I wasn't going to listen to you two screw like rabbits all night so-"
Raising his voice above his brother's, Dean waved a hand dismissively, "Alright, you've had your fun. Don't embarrass the poor guy." with a roll of his eyes, Sammy continued sipping his coffee.
Perplexed, Castiel sensed an awkward shift in the air. "I'm going to shower now." he announced, leaving towards the bathroom he and Dean frequented most, his lover following silently a few paces behind.
As he walked, Castiel thought of the differences between his life as an angel and as a human, of how it took for him to loose his everything to gain his something; to fall for Dean in every sense of the word, and to feel the joy and love that being human brought. With a millennia of experience under his belt, nothing could prepare the fallen angel for the wonders Dean Winchester brought, as he was caught off-guard by the hunter behind him. Half-nude and senses dulled by the running of shower water, Castiel let out a breathy gasp against the welcoming lips.
"What, am I not welcome today?" he murmured teasingly, pulling at Cas' lower lip with his teeth.
"Of course, Dean." he groaned past the arousing sight of Dean stripping himself bare, pulling Castiel into the warm downpour of water with his bright green eyes. Though, just like every other time the man had convinced his lover to shower with him, Castiel knew there would be little showering done.
Trailing his lips over Cas' neck, Dean murmured softly against his warm flesh, his arousal evident against his abdomen as he moved further down the brunet's vessel.
"Dean..." his hands ran through the man's hair, grasping for something to ground himself to, attempting to contain the wild look of lust and want in his eyes. Dean appreciated the slower and gentler side of sex, showing immense patience as Castiel groaned a sinful phrase.
He grinned lovingly against parted lips, touching himself and Cas with slow and deliberate movements, "I've got you." nipping along his collarbone to pause below his raised chin, Dean began sucking a gentle bruise into his neck. His movements were only encouraged as Castiel responded appreciatively, thrusting against the hunter with each pleasurable tug at his member. As his desperation increased, Dean moved them faster.
"Let it go, Cas." he moaned against whining lips, moving to tug at the angel's earlobe teasingly, "Come for me, angel."
Without shame or regard, Castiel released himself grinding against the Righteous Man, gasping as he watched the effects it had on him, who groaned at the erotic sight and rode through his own orgasm. Brief and gentle kisses dragged from their lips, the aftermath satisfying and pleasant, neither men eager to suggest anything different; in that moment, all the fallen angel and the hunter knew was a short need for breath, the feel of water against their backs, and the unconditional love they found in one another.
A curt rumble brought Dean from the shower, who protested at the lack of food in his body.
"I'm gonna go make breakfast, I think we still have those eggs from last week." he called to Castiel, who had decided he needed to shave, before slipping out the bathroom door. When he stepped into the kitchen twenty minutes later, he found nothing but a mess of used pans.
"Dean?" Castiel called around the large room, looking past white tiles and cooking equipment to find his lover.
From the corridor behind him, the brunet heard the familiar hunter call his name. "Hey, Cas, we're in here." spoke Sammy, an eager grin on his face at the scent of food in the air. He followed a few paces behind, the scent of eggs and bacon filling his nostrils, finding the source of it within the room the three spent most of their days in. At one of the large tables stood Dean, who divided food from a pot onto three plates. His brother watched in glee.
"Here you are, little brother." Dean spoke with a voice that seemed rehearsed, as if this scene had played out a hundred times before Castiel even knew them. Nevertheless, a delighted grin lit his face. "Where's Cas- Cas?" he shouted to the fallen angel, turning towards the door to find him, though the hunter stopped when he found him watching from the doorway. "What, you just gonna stand there? C'mon, you'll love these."
At Dean's teasing, Castiel took a seat beside him at the table, glancing to the merrily eating Sam curiously; food fascinated Castiel, who always thought it nothing but a necessity for human survival, up until the day he became human, too. It was only then that he understood it was one of life's many pleasures.
Pushing a plate towards him, Dean declared proudly, "Eggs 'n bacon, cooked it up myself." the fallen angel eyed it with interest, inhaling the pleasant scent and feeling the warmth radiate from it.
"Thank you, Dean."
Sam, who watched with a slight smirk, shook his head and snickered, "If you two are done having a moment, I think I found us a case." dropping his fork, Sam pulled his laptop towards him. Several books and papers surrounded him on the table. "So, two men were found killed in Colorado outside the same bar, both within a month of each other. Police are calling them animal attacks, but get this - no hearts found in or around either victims."
"Sounds like a werewolf." Dean commented nonchalantly, questioning, "How's the lunar cycle?" his eyes briefly trailed over Castiel, watching as the man unknowingly chewed at the meat with a soft and appreciative smile.
After a brief silence, with the taller hunter tapping at the laptop's keys, he leaned back in his chair and responded with a nod, "Full moons line up with both so-called 'animal attacks'."
"Not a pure-blood then." Dean decided aloud, pushing his rapidly cleared plate away from himself, "Finish up and grab your silver. We're huntin' wolves tonight."
Emerging from the Impala, the elder Winchester glanced regretfully to the fallen angel, who fumbled with a gun loaded with silver; he had hated the idea of bringing Castiel on a hunt, but he had stubbornly agreed when he tilted his head and widened his eyes in question. It was the man's lack of training and experience as a hunter that worried him, though since Cas had become human, he had learned what made Dean swoon.
"Remember, if one of 'em comes at you, you shoot first and ask questions later." he instructed firmly, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Just try not to shoot Sam or me, alright?" Dean's tone lightened enough to tease him, though a sliver of caution remained in his voice.
Castiel nodded, pushing the gun into his coat. "Okay, Dean." and donned as FBI agents, the three men began their hunt.
Panting and aching, the brunet fell to his feet, his hands sliding to the gun buried in his clothes. Clicking off the safety, he fired a shot at the beast surveying him. It retreated into the wilderness with a groan, leaving the man to run a bloody hand over the throbbing laceration on his arm, a silver-loaded gun still clutched tightly.
"Cas! Cas-" behind him came the anxiety-riddled voice of Dean Winchester. Castiel turned to pull himself up, hissing at the pain in his side, allowing the hunter to disarm him. "Hey," he called softly, his arm wrapping around Cas to support his unbalanced movements. "Hey, Cas," he spoke again, firmer this time, pulling the brunet's hazy eyes from the floor, "Look at me. You alright? You get bit?"
"Claws punctured my arm, but I'm not bitten." Castiel groaned through gritted teeth. "I think I shot it. He ran that way." he gestured vaguely, moving unsteadily with Dean towards the Impala parked at the edge of the forest. "You should go after him, Dean."
The hunter responded steadily, his concern masked, "If it's injured, it'll retreat back to wherever it came from to lick it's wounds. Me and Sammy will take care of it tomorrow, let's just get you back to the motel." he assured, stubborn to leave the side of the man that had become injured due to his neglect. He blamed himself for letting Castiel wander off, knowing it had been a mistake that he could have payed for with Cas' life.
"Dean." he groaned insistently; the fallen angel knew what it meant to the hunter to let a dangerous creature escape.
Dean's body tensed beside him, his voice firm and unrelenting. "No, Cas. We're gonna find Sam, and we're gonna get you back to the motel. It ain't open for debate." with the hunter pressed so closely against him, Castiel couldn't find it in himself to further complain.
In the forest's clearing, the two men found Sam leaning against the dark '67 Chevy Impala, fingering a gun undoubtedly filled with silver bullets. He helped haul Castiel into the car without too many questions, concern written on his face as he offered to drive. Dean hesitated to hand over his Baby's keys, though found himself quickly in the backseat with the bleeding man.
"It doesn't seem too bad. How'd he pin you, anyway?" he spoke to ease Cas' mind from his wound, pressing a rag against the gaping tear.
He hissed and groaned in anguish before responding, "I thought I had it under control. I underestimated a werewolf's speed."
"Yeah. They're pretty quick on their feet." the youngest hunter watched in the car mirror as his brother spoke, the calm demeanor he wore only cracking under Sam's gaze, who knew the man too well; Sam could see the affection he felt for the fallen angel, the smallest of movements revealing his suppressed anxiety and concern. Casting his eyes back to the road, the Impala fell silent until they reached the motel.
"Here, Dean," the younger Winchester handed a reel of dental floss to Dean, who peeled the blood-stained shirt from Castiel's body, crouching beside the plastic chair he sat on. Wiping blood from his torso with a rag, he began his methodical stitching, gritting his teeth against his lover's groans and hisses of pain. He kept his mind focused on the task at hand, moving quickly with precision like his father had shown him decades ago.
Standing up, marveling at the practiced line of dental floss stitching, Dean released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "Alright, just make sure it doesn't get infected. We've got some stuff in the car that'll help with the pain."
"I'll go get it." Sam offered, figuring the two could use a moment, picking the keys off the motel table and leaving them alone. Castiel glanced down at his side, breathing against the throbbing sensation of pain.
"You have a steady hand. Thank you." his hands fumbled to press against the back of Dean's neck, attempting to kiss his lover with as little movement as possible. Softly, Dean pressed a slow kiss to his feverish lips.
He observed attentively, "You're startin' to burn up, Cas."
"I feel fine, if you exclude the throbbing agony in my torso." the brunet groaned as he attempted to steady his breathing, the adrenaline of the situation beginning to wear thin. For a moment, his eyes caught with Dean's and his world centered around bright green eyes and scattered freckles, though the pain dragged him from it. "Do you think this will scar my vessel?" he asked spontaneously, staring back at his side, his fingers tentatively touching the surrounding flesh as he braced himself for the more sensitive pieces of skin.
"If you're lucky." Dean flashed a grin of teeth and delight, pressing a firmer kiss to his lips than before. His tongue found the curve of Castiel's mouth as the motel door clicked open, forcing the two to part for Sammy's sake.
Stuttering for a moment, blinking at the obvious scene before him, Sam tossed two bottles to his brother, "Uh- here." he nodded to Castiel, "They might knock you out for a few hours, but it'll help keep infection out and you could probably do with the rest."
"Thank you, Sam." his lips tugged into an appreciative half-smile, awkwardly swallowing the small capsules when his hunter handed them to him; they left an unpleasant taste in his mouth as they began to dissolve before he could swallow.
Silence plagued the room, with the three men exchanging looks of uncertainty; a werewolf was on the loose, which Sam wanted to hunt, whilst Dean reluctant to leave his wounded lover.
The younger brother was the first to speak, "You know, I think we're low on supplies. I could make a run." he suggested to Dean, who nodded with eyes set on Castiel.
"Yeah, thanks, Sammy." before Sam could leave, he was met with the familiar shout of, "Don't forget pie!" he grinned in response, clicking the door shut once again.
Castiel was hasty to pull Dean towards him, welcoming the warm and chapped lips pushing against his mouth. The hunter's hand rested on Cas' thigh, his nails beginning to dig into the material as the fallen angel let out a breathy gasp, consequently groaning into Dean's lips at the pain of the sudden inhale, who pulled away with furrowed eyebrows.
"You okay, Cas?"
"I'm fine." Dean grew suspicious as he left too much stubborn emphasis on his words, his hand touching testingly against Castiel's side, who's pain became evident by his uncomfortable expression.
"You got clawed up by a werewolf, Cas, you're not fine. I'm takin' you to bed, just not in the way you were hoping. C'mon-" wrapping an arm around his torso, Dean assisted Castiel to one of the motel's two beds; his movements had become progressively more sluggish and uncontrolled since he swallowed the pills. He pressed a lazy kiss to his lover before withdrawing himself from him completely. "Get some sleep, alright? We'll talk about the other kind of bed in the morning." a light and suggestive underlining ran through his tone, attempting to use his all-too-familiar façade to cover his concern of Castiel's higher temperature.
A mumbled, "G'night Dean." found it's way past the fallen angel's lips before his world grew dark. With a small and fond smile lighting his features, the hunter pulled a thin motel blanket over his lover's bare and still-somewhat-bloody chest.
"Night, Cas."