"Cas."
Castiel smiles wickedly and adds a second finger when he thrusts again into Dean. He watches hungrily as his lover cries out and arches into the stretch. Castiel leans down to press a kiss to the dimples just above Dean's ass. "So beautiful."
Dean huffs out a breathy laugh. "Oh, my God. Stop trying to have a chick-flick moment with me while you're two fingers deep."
With a deep growl, Cas surges forward until he blankets Dean's body with his own. At the same time, he pushes a third lubed finger into the boy. Dean chokes on his next inhale, shuddering in Cas' iron hold.
One of the benefits of turning Dean, one of the many benefits, is that Dean is just as strong and impervious to damage as Castiel himself is. Which is advantageous because Cas can be as rough as he desires now.
And Dean likes it rough.
"What about now?" he snarls in Dean's ear. He doesn't give him a chance to answer before he pulls his fingers out, then savagely thrusts them back in. He angles it so he's brushing against Dean's prostate.
Dean cries out again. "Cas!"
"What about now, Dean? What about when I'm fucking you with three fingers instead of two? May I have your permission to have a moment with you now?" He punctuates his question with another jab at Dean's prostate.
After years of getting to sleep with his lovely Dean, Cas knows his partner inside and out. He knows how far to push Dean and how far he'll push back. So he also knows how Dean will react to being provoked.
He manages to not fall completely off of the king-size bed they share when Dean bucks him off, but it's a near thing. Instead, he manages to roll to his back and watch hungrily as Dean turns and knee-walks over until he's straddling Cas' hips.
Dean is rolling his eyes. "You're such an asshole," he says, but the blush that's spread across his chest and up his neck reveals his arousal as surely as his hard, leaking cock.
"There's a simple - ah - solution," Cas gasps out as Dean reaches back to wrap clever fingers around his cock.
"Oh yeah?" Dean slowly starts to sink down, enveloping Cas in warmth.
Cas lets his hands settle on Dean's still-slim waist, his fingers tightening there with more force than he'd have dared when Dean was human. He stares up in awe at Dean. Even in vampirism, he's all golden skin and warm green eyes and a bright, sly smile.
The darkness, the chill of death has hardly touched Dean at all.
Overwhelmed by the breadth of emotion in his chest, not to mention the tightness around his cock, his voice comes out a bit strangled. "You can let me call you lovely as many times as I wish," he says, shuddering as Dean sinks down completely until his ass rests on Cas' hips.
Dean chuckles and Cas feels it everywhere. "Jesus, Cas. Still like a dog with a bone." Dean's voice is fond, steady even, as he raises up and sinks back down.
Cas just hums his agreement and watches as Dean finds a rhythm. For now, Castiel is content to watch as Dean chases his pleasure. He is, as always, fascinated by the way Dean moves, the way his muscles shift beneath his skin. The urgency of his own orgasm fades as he lies in awe of Dean.
Dean whimpers and Cas manages to pull his gaze away from the sight of Dean's cock bobbing with his every movement and looks up into Dean's eyes. A myriad of emotions dances in their green depths, lust, affection, desperation, mirth, and defiance. His complexity has always made Dean even more beautiful, and now is no exception.
Without saying a word, Dean lets his head fall to one side. He's panting as he does so, and his fangs are visible in his enticingly open mouth.
The silent request (demand) is one that Cas will always understand, always acquiesce to.
He surges up and wraps his arms firmly around Dean, holding him close. Now that they're evenly matched for strength, every time Dean lets Cas hold him means more.
One hand cradles the back of Dean's head, and he feels one of Dean's hands mirror it. He presses his nose to the big vein pumping blood in Dean's neck. An involuntary growl is pulled from his throat. Because of Dean's youth, they go the extra mile to make sure he's always well-fed. Cas does the same, both so Dean doesn't feel isolated every time he has to feed, and for moments like this.
Cas lets his own fangs descend, still having more control over them than Dean has over his. He wastes little time, especially when Dean seals his mouth at Cas' neck and bites down.
Cas groans at the feeling of Dean's fangs in his neck combined with the new flavor of Dean flooding his mouth. It's a familiar sensation, they rarely couple without biting one another since Dean turned, but it never fails to make him a little bit insane.
Dean, enthralled with the act of feeding and being fed from, has stopped moving. That's all right, though, because it means Cas can roll them over until Dean is on his back. He's careful to keep Dean's legs from twisting awkwardly and to make sure neither set of fangs is dislodged.
If he could see Dean's eyes from this angle, Castiel knows that his pupils would be blown wide with lust for blood, and for Cas. Because of his age, once they get to this point, Dean is almost animalistic, mindless in his want. He's not self-conscious or hesitant in the least. If Cas pulls out, he's quite sure Dean would go as far as causing physical harm until he got what he wanted. It's one of the reasons newly turned vampires can be so dangerous.
But Cas is here to sate Dean's desires, and he adores it.
Dean is growling deep in his chest as Cas starts fucking him again. His long, bowed legs come up to wrap around Cas' waist, limiting his range of movement but allowing him deeper. He sets a brutal pace, one that would hurt Dean if he was still human. The growl in Dean's chest changes pitch until it's a hitched whine. Castiel feels Dean's ass rippling around him and knows he's close.
He changes the angle of his thrusts one more time, striking Dean's prostate. Dean starts to cry out as much as he can with his fangs sunk into Cas' neck, and Cas clamps his own jaw down as he feels his own orgasm start to crest.
Pleasure washes over him, making him blind and deaf to everything but Dean. He feels himself pumping into Dean, spilling deep inside him. Cas shudders and moans at the ay Dean's ass tightens around his cock when Dean comes apart beneath him.
As soon as he's capable, he pulls his fangs from Dean's neck and gently licks at the wounds. The magic in his saliva has them healing in moments. Once he's satisfied, he moves to begin whispering in Dean's ear.
"Come now, dearheart, come back to me. That's it, you're doing so well, love. Come back to me, Dean."
As he is in everything, Dean has been remarkable through his adjustment to this faux-afterlife. He's already able to be around humans without posing a threat, but when they feed on one another during sex, he sometimes loses himself.
Castiel doesn't mind. Dean has always come back to him, and Cas will be here to call him back until either the end of time or Dean doesn't want him anymore.
Whichever comes first.
After a shower, when they're cleansed of blood and other fluids, Cas follows Dean downstairs into the big, airy kitchen. He's watching a stray drop of water slowly make its way down Dean's neck, so he doesn't actually see the face that Balthazar makes at their "obviously just got out of a shared shower" appearance, but he hears it in the other vampire's voice.
"Are the two of you completely devoid of shame?"
"Yep." Dean's voice is cheerful.
Cas finally looks up to see Sam sitting at one end of their dining room table with books, pens, papers, and folders scattered around him. His shaggy hair is wild, going in every direction in a mess that rivals Cas' own constant bedhead. The poor boy has circles beneath his eyes and his shoulders are tight with tension, but the disgusted face he makes at the two of them is genuine.
"Gross."
Dean shrugs on his way to the kitchen. "Cas and I are doing something beautiful and natural, Sammy, nothin' to be squicked by."
"Dean, you're vampires. Who had shower sex. There's literally nothing natural about it."
Dean thinks for a beat, then shrugs. "Point." He examines his younger brother with a frown. "Coffee?"
Sam picks up the mug and waves it in the air in silent agreement even as he looks back down and gets sucked into studying once again. Dean rolls his eyes and makes a face, but takes the cup and goes into the kitchen proper to pour coffee for both Sam and himself. While he doesn't need it, and the caffeine doesn't affect him nearly as much, Dean still clings to the routines he had when he was human. Cas doesn't mind.
Balthazar is eyeing Sam with distaste from the other end of the table. "You know, all work and no play makes Sammy a dull boy."
"It's Sam, and all work and no play is gonna make Sam a lawyer," Sam corrects without looking up.
It's probably a bit counter-intuitive for a houseful of vampires to have followed a human child to California, which is famous for sunshine and beaches. If they were going to leave Kansas, it would have made more sense to go to South Dakota where Bobby Singer lives.
Dean, however, was unwilling to let Sam go alone when he got accepted to Stanford, especially with all of the trouble they've been having with the Lightbringers, who are very much still at large. When the idea of following Sam was presented, Gabe made a lot of noise about how good the food is in college towns. Balthazar ruminated on all of the young, tan, willing bodies available for debauchery. Cas has always just wanted to be where Dean is, but he suspects that his companions are still wary not only of the Lightbringers, but because of the events surrounding Dean's kidnapping by Alastair. There must have been a reason they both stayed in Kansas, after all.
He will never be able to tell them out loud how much he appreciates it that they've come, the loyalty they've shown. Not only because they wouldn't hear it, anyway, but because there are no words.
He also suspects that Sam would have complained more about being trailed to California, but when the final information came through about what his scholarship would cover and housing wasn't on the list, he quieted his grumbling and moved into one of the guest bedrooms of Cas' California home, conveniently only a few miles away from Stanford.
("Cas, why the fuck do you, a vampire, have a house in California?" "I like the beaches." "The beaches." "At night, of course.")
Once Dean graduated with his own degree, he sat Sam down and told him the truth about vampires, werewolves, and the supernatural. He laid everything out for the boy, whose eyes got wider and wider the longer Dean talked. Once Dean finished, Sam sat in silence for a few moments before the yelling began. As far as Dean has come with his therapy (Cas thanks whatever deities are listening for Dr. Moseley every day), he still doesn't do well with loud confrontation. He got right back into Sam's face, matching Sam shout for shout. They ignored Cas' attempts to calm them down until Sam stormed out of the room, intent on finding Bobby and "getting someone who's not boning one of us to be impartial."
Cas knows the accusation hit Dean hard, but pride swelled in him when Dean just buried his face in Cas' neck and hid there until Sam dragged Bobby back into his own living room (they were visiting in celebration of Dean's graduation when "the talk" occurred). Dean didn't pull away, run, or try to put unnecessary and painful distance between himself and Cas, but instead gripped his hand hard when he faced his brother and uncle.
Upon an explanation, Bobby rolled his eyes and told Sam to suck it up. Not that he didn't have cause to be upset and scared, but if he was going to be mad at Dean, he would have to become angry with Bobby himself, too. When faced with that prospect, Sam instead calmed down, let go of his anger, and insisted he be allowed to help with the Lightbringer research.
So now they stay here, in Cas' home in California. It's an extremely light place, with light-colored woods and white walls and big windows. The windows have been treated to block UV rays, so while it's not always comfortable to be sitting in direct sunlight, the vampires move about the house with ease in the daytime.
Before Balthazar can respond to Sam's sass, Gabe saunters into the dining room. He's wearing what Cas is relatively certain is a women's pink silk robe that barely hits the middle of his thighs. It's also only sort of tied closed, so more of him is on display than is not.
Unfortunately for Gabriel's flair for the dramatic, everyone who lives there is far too used to his antics. Dean doesn't bat an eye as he returns from the kitchen with two steaming mugs of coffee, placing one in front of Sam. Sam doesn't even look up from his work, just wraps his hands around the mug and grunts his thanks. Balthazar is still making faces at Sam.
Gabe sighs, irritated. "Ugh. Everyone here is a stick in the mud." He glares around at all of them. "If no one's going to mention how wonderful I look today, will you at least tell me if we've made any progress as far as Crazies 'R' Us?"
Cas finally steps out of the doorway and places his laptop on the table a couple of places down from Sam. He actually started the day by doing research like he was supposed to. Dean, while he needs less and less every day, still needs to sleep regularly. Cas usually joins him, but there was work to be done. He was sitting against the headboard, absorbed in the work on his laptop when he'd felt fangs nipping at his thighs.
Things… Deteriorated from there.
The way Dean is smirking tells Cas that his thoughts are being broadcast on his face, so he quickly says, "There's been no movement from the Los Altos. Charlie says she'll let us know if there's any change."
Any worries that Dean had regarding young Charlene finding out about the supernatural was misguided at best. Cas doesn't know how, but Charlie already knew. During a scheduled board game night that ended up lasting until morning, Cas had winced when a beam of sunlight hit his arm. He and Dean both panicked, but Charlie simply stood up, closed the blinds and curtains, and sat back down again.
When met with her wide-eyed stares, she just shrugged. "What? Like I wouldn't investigate the dude bangin' my bestie?"
And that was that.
Gabe nods and makes his way to the kitchen. "Coolio."
"Indeed," Cas muses.
Dean sits next to Cas and leans into him. Cas lifts his arm to wrap around his boy, pressing a kiss to his temple. Dean is always extra affectionate until he's had at least a cup of coffee, especially if they've been intimate that day. Cas soaks it all in and revels in it eagerly.
While he's revelling, his phone buzzes, and he frowns down at it quizzically. Dean's staring, too, and the room has gone silent.
The only people who would be calling Cas are in this room. The only people who know this phone number at all, with precisely two exceptions, are in this room.
Two exceptions.
Cas snatches the phone up, answers it, and presses it to his ear in less than an entire second. "Hello?"
"Castiel." Anna's voice is tight with emotions. "Castiel, Joshua…"
Castiel's breath catches in his chest, and his heart gives one heavy thump of distress.
"Joshua has been murdered."
