Warning: This chapter contains M/M sex, if you don't want to read that…well, you probably shouldn't be reading a Dean/Cas story then should you?
Warning the SECOND!: I've never actually written a sex scene before…so be warned that it might be just awful.
Authors Note: Thank you to all the people who have added this story to their alerts, or favorites. I am only beginning to indulge my story writing side, and it makes me all warm and fuzzy to know that people don't hate this.
I would also like to add, I know very little about swords, and while google did its best to help me, any errors are my own. I know in my head what it looks like, but expressing that is another thing entirely. On that note, I don't have any friends who do the whole fanfic thing, so all this is unbetaed, meaning, all errors are my own. I review all posts three or four times before they go up, so hopefully there won't be any.
Thank you for reading, on to the fic
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When Dean released Castiel's hand, the angel disappeared.
Dean turned, shaking his head, "I hate when they do that."
He grabbed a bag and started unloading weapons and depositing them on his bed. Sam joined him, and together they cleaned their guns and sharpened their knives. After an hour had passed, Castiel appeared.
He was holding a long sword; the blade was a gleaming silver, the guard was gold and accented with red gems, and the hilt was a fine pearl.
Cas situated himself in a corner of the room and held the sword out flat in front of him. He began a steady chant in some obscurely beautiful language that rolled off his tongue like water. As he spoke, the sword glowed blue and gently lifted off of his hands, levitating a few inches above his touch.
Sam noticed the blue aura was rippling on the blade, as though it was a liquid that the sword was engulfed in rather than a light.
Dean wasn't looking at the sword; he was looking at his angels face. Castiel's eyes were closed, and his head was tilted up. It looked like he was praying. The sword cast an eerie blue glow across his face, making him appear pale and lifeless. Rather than take away from his beauty, the glow amplified it. Castiel looked surreal, untainted, holy. He'd never seen Cas look so glorious. It was almost enough to make him believe in God. Almost.
Two hours later the chanting stopped. The sword was still suspended in the air, and Cas remained concentrating beneath it. The blue aura calmed slightly, but still rocked back and forth like water that had been disturbed.
It was getting late, and so, leaving the angel to his task Sam and Dean put their weapons away and went to sleep.
When they awoke the following morning, Castiel was in the same position; he hadn't moved all night. The aura was darker now, calmer.
Dean's stomach growled loudly. He grinned sheepishly at his brother, and the two dressed and headed into town for food. Dean avoided the diner from the previous day, he didn't want to run into that blue eyed waitress, instead he zeroed in on a small ma' and pop place near the motel.
The selection was limited, but the food they ordered was delicious. When the waitress returned to see how they were doing, Dean grinned cheerfully and asked about the pie.
"Really Dean? For breakfast?"
"Sam, there is always time for pie. Pie doesn't discriminate, it loves all meals equally."
"…You did not just say that."
"Believe it Sammy baby."
The waitress was grinning broadly. "Well, we've got apple, cherry, pumpkin and key lime pie."
Dean grinned, "Cherry? See Sam, God is practically telling me to get pie, He is forcing my hand." He turned to the waitress, "Two slices of cherry please."
"How are we even related? That's it, I want a blood test."
Dean looked seriously at his brother, "It wouldn't work. I bleed pie." He looked at his arms, "Delicious, delicious pie…" He licked himself, and his eyes rolled back, "Mm! So good!"
Sam buried his face in his hands and pretended to cry in frustration.
The waitress returned, and set two steaming plates before them. Dean eagerly grabbed a fork and dug in, flakes of crust dotting his shirt and cherry juice smearing across his lips. He groaned, "OH! Oh God it's just, mm!"
Sam, who had been poking at his serving, wondering how the hell anyone ate pie for breakfast, suddenly pushed the plate away in disgust. "Dean, do you two need a room?"
Dean looked sadly at his empty plate. "Too late."
Sam rolled his eyes and handed Dean his slice of pie. Dean looked seriously into his brothers eyes. "Sammy, I love you."
Sam hid a grin behind his hand as Dean tucked in.
As soon as Dean had finished the waitress appeared with their check. Sam dropped a few bills onto table and paid at the front.
When they returned to the motel, Dean paused at the door. "Hey Sam, how much longer is he going to be doing that whole…blessing…thing?"
Sam looked at his watch, "Well, he said it would take twenty four hours, so I'd imagine…he'll be at it until about eight, maybe nine."
"Well that's great. What are we supposed to do 'till then?"
"Just wait I guess."
Dean sighed and opened the door. "Honey, I'm home!"
Castiel didn't show any indication he'd heard the hunter. Dean was a little disappointed.
Sam dumped his keys on the table and shrugged off his jacket as Dean approached the angel, sitting down in front of him. He peered closely at the sword; the aura had left the blade a dark midnight blue, and deep engravings covered every available surface.
He shook his head and murmured, "Cas, what are you doing…" He looked up and jumped, Castiel was staring directly at him. "Hey Cas." The angel didn't answer. Dean leaned in closer, and noticed a distinctly glazed look in the other mans eyes. Cas was not entirely there at the moment.
Dean sighed, closed his eyes and closed the distance between them, touching their foreheads together.
He heard something.
Dean opened his eyes; Cas's eyes still stared sightlessly, the sword hung between them, undisturbed.
Dean leaned back. Silence.
Once again he pressed his head against the angel. There it was! Like… many voices whispering. Weird.
Dean sat back and looked around. Sam was sitting at his computer; he had a mug of something…smelled like chocolate. He seemed to be hiding a smile. Dean glared, Sam grinned wider.
"Dude, shut up."
"Whatever you say Dean."
Dean pulled out his cell phone and checked the time, yeah, they had a lot of time to kill. He studied Castiel; his eyes had slipped closed again.
Dean felt a tug in his chest. He really didn't want to move. So he did the only logical thing. He got comfortable and touched his head to the angels. If anyone asked… he was trying to make out the whispers. Yeah, that sounded good.
He listened. There was a variety of tonal qualities; it sounded like hundreds of men, women and children were having a multitude of conversations, so many that no individual voice could be easily identified or followed. Maybe that was the point. Dean tried anyway.
He lost track of how much time he spent there leaning against the angel, but when pressure in his bladder finally made him lean back the sky was dark and Sam had turned on the lights inside.
Dean stood, stretched and headed into the bathroom.
When he came out he noticed Sam had gone out and grabbed food. Man, had he really been that out of it? He strolled over to the table and grabbed a burger from the brown bag. A bacon cheeseburger? "Aww Sammy, I didn't know you cared!"
"Shut up."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Dean bit into the burger, it was still warm! He grinned. "So whatcha doin?"
Sam rubbed a hand through his hair roughly. "I was just trying to find something that can help us tomorrow. Some way we can help." He sighed and looked over at Cas, "I know you really care about him…I do too, and I'm just feeling…a little useless right now, you know? This whole plan banks on Cas doing this big thing by himself, and we're just going to watch as he gets torn apart. I don't like it."
Dean nodded, "I don't like it either. But he promised not to die. And if he does, we'll find a way to get him back and we'll kick his ass."
Sam smiled, "Good."
They heard a shuffle and whipped around. Cas slowly got to his feet, "It's done."
He backed away from the weapon which now lay on the floor. Sam and Dean approached cautiously.
Dean reached out a hand, "So… can we not touch it as in, contamination, or as in –" A sharp pain ran across his hand, he hissed and pulled back sharply. "Well I suppose that answers that question. So Cas, moment of truth, can you touch it?"
Cas took a deep breath and reached out, slowly his hand closed around the hilt. He lifted it, "I can." They all breathed easier.
Dean grinned playfully, "Told ya you'd be pure enough."
Cas graced him with a soft smile.
"Alright," Sam walked forward and gripped Castiel's shoulder tightly, "I don't know about you two but I've got stuff to do… I'm gonna go see if I can grab another room." He winked broadly at Dean, grabbed a small bag and shut the door firmly behind him.
Dean shook his head, bemused. He turned to find Cas watching him.
The moment stretched. Finally Dean caved. He'd already kissed the guy, what three, four times now? Cas kept coming back. He decided to go for it. But first he needed to know a few things.
"Uh, Cas? Um… You know how I feel about you, right?" In an odd moment of shyness, Dean looked away. When he finally managed to look back at the angel, he had moved, and now stood mere inches away. Castiel leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Deans lips.
Dean grabbed hold of the angels trench coat, and held him an arms length away. Hurt flashed across Castiel's eyes. Dean quickly pulled the Cas into a tight hug, "No, no, no, no, that's not what I meant Cas. I just need to know…"
He pushed the angel away again, just far enough to be able to look closely into his eyes.
"I need to know if this is going to screw up your… purity thing. You've already given up a lot for me, and I wont let you lose any more."
"Dean," Castiel's serious expression was ruined by the lightness of his eyes, "There is nothing you could do that would ruin that."
It was Dean's turn to be confused, "Really? How is that possible?"
"Because I…" Castiel trailed off, and looked away. A light blush colored his cheeks.
Dean pulled Cas sharply to him, and kissed him harshly. "Me too."
He claimed the angels mouth again, the force of the kiss hard enough to cause Cas to stumble back until he encountered the wall. Dean took his time exploring Castiel's mouth, dueling with his tongue, memorizing his taste. Gradually the intensity lessened, and the kiss turned gentle. Dean slipped his hands inside Castiel's jacket and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. He moved away from the angel's mouth, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck, pausing to suck and bite at his pulse point.
Cas let out a breath, "You seem to enjoy pinning me against walls."
Dean gave this due consideration, "Yes. Yes I do."
Finally the shirt was undone; Dean sipped his hands inside and ran them down the angels arms and along his back, causing the clothing to fall to the floor. Cas stood before the hunter half naked. Dean grinned, "Much better."
Much as Dean would love to make a few dreams come true and continue this against the wall, he wanted Castiel's first time to be as memorable as possible, which meant putting Cas first, and the angel would probably prefer a bed; this time anyway. He pulled Castiel close to him and turned them around.
Dean started walking slowly forward, guiding Cas back, all the while his mouth remained busy sucking bruises on to the angels neck and shoulders, his hands busy undoing his belt, tugging down his pants. When Cas's knees hit the bed he pushed Dean away.
Dean was panting, "What?"
Cas blushed and ran a hand through his hair, "There's uh…something I'd like to try…"
Dean smiled encouragingly.
Cas blushed harder and slowly sank to his knees.
No way.
Castiel unbuttoned Dean's jeans, pulled down the fly, and freed the hunter from the confines of his clothing. He gripped Dean at the base and flicked out a tongue to taste the head. Dean groaned and ran a hand through his angel's hair. Cas took this as encouragement and began to suckle gently, bobbing his head, setting a slow rhythm. Dean lost himself in the sensations, it may not have been the most skilled blow job he'd ever had, but man, it was the best.
Dean felt pressure building and gripped his angels hair, stilling his movement. He grabbed Castiel by the shoulders and helped him to his feet.
Cas seemed confused, "Did I do something wrong?"
Dean silenced him with a kiss, kicked off his pants, pulled off his shirt and pushed Castiel onto the bed, moving to straddle his hips. He kissed Cas again and smiled, "No…"
He kissed down his angels neck, across his chest and nipped at his hips. He settled himself between Cas's thighs and looked deep into his eyes for permission. He found it.
Dean reached over to the bedside table and fumbled for lube he'd been keeping there; just in case of course.
He took his time preparing the angel, he'd never really done this before, but he knew the basics, just as he knew that this was probably not going to be completely pain free for Cas.
When he was completely convinced Castiel was ready, and the angel was writhing beneath him, Dean began to push forward slowly. When he was completely sheathed within him, Dean paused. Castiel was gripping the sheets tightly, his eyes clenched shut. Dean peppered kisses across his face, and ran his hands soothingly down the angel's arms and chest. Gradually Cas relaxed, and when he opened his eyes Dean started to move.
Dean thrust slowly at first, but when Cas wrapped his legs around the hunters waist and growled lowly he gave up all pretense of gentleness and began thrusting in earnest, loving all the noises he managed to drag out of the angel.
Soon, too soon in Dean's opinion, he felt that familiar pressure begin to build. Dean reached between them and gripped Castiel tightly, earning a strangled shout. Dean's hand moved in time with his thrusts, and soon Cas was coming, eyes blown wide, mouth open in a soundless cry. Dean could feel his own end upon him, and thrust faster, before gripping Castiel's hips hard enough that it would have left bruises on anyone else, and riding it out.
Breathing hard and completely spent, Dean gathered the angel in his arms and tugged a blanket over them; he knew Cas didn't need to sleep, but he hoped he'd still be there in the morning.
Dean kissed the angel languidly one final time before falling into a dreamless slumber.