He barely had time to blink before Cas was off him again. Naked and dirty, his eyes were wild and confused. Dean wanted to speak, but he couldn't he was too distracted by the beautiful black, come-stained wings behind him. I can still see them. Why can I still see them?
"Cas-"
"What happened, Dean? What did she do to me?"
"She... she cuffed you." Those once peaceful blue orbs were crazed, pained.
"No... she didn't- did we? Dean, we didn't-" Comprehension was visible in them now. "Oh Father, we-"
"Cas, I'm sorry. There was nothing we could do-" But he was already gone.
Sam was still looking at him disgustedly, and Dean was getting sick of it. Yes, what he had done was wrong, but it was the only thing he could! He couldn't leave Cas like that... as tempting as it had been. His friend had been so happy, so satisfied in his own innocence. And those wings... Why could I still see them? Maybe it was just an echo.
"You heard from him?" Bobby interrupted his thoughts.
"No, nothing."
"Try praying."
"I don't think he wants to talk to Dean, Bobby."
"It's worth a shot, Sam." Dean shrugged.
"Fine. He won't come, but fine." He closed his eyes. "Cas? You listening? I'm... I'm sorry. I just- Can you come down and talk to us? I'd rather do this face to face."
"I'm listening."There he was, his angel. Wings and all. Fuck.
"Cas!" Sam looked so relieved, and the angel didn't struggle when he larger man embraced him. Dean noticed how Sam's arms passed through the wings as if they weren't there. "Are you ok?"
"I am fine Sam. Truly." He looked at Dean, who saw pain in his gaze. "Thank you, Dean, for freeing me."
"N no problem, Cas." Dean stuttered. "Can we, can we talk alone?" Cas considered it, then as if understanding he needed to learn to trust the hunter, agreed. A flutter of wings and the two of them were alone.
"Where are we?" Cas wouldn't meet his eyes.
"We are at a beach."
"I got that, but where?"
"A place called Morriscastle. It is in Ireland, and it is abandoned this time of night. The stars are beautiful from here." He lay down on the sand. Dean took this and an invitation to do the same. "Dean, we need to talk about what happened." Dean wasn't listening, he was too distracted by the way Cas' wings molded into the sand. "Dean?"
"Oh yes um sorry, Cas. Talk."
"Dean... can you see them?" He swallowed dryly before meeting Cas' intense stare.
"Yes." Cas sighed.
"Dean," he began to remove the trench coat. After struggling to open his tie and shirt he simply wished them away. He turned away from Dean, who gasped. Right where the cuff had been was a scar, an exit wound. "It won't heal." Dean reached out unconsciously and when his fingers brushed against it, Cas' back arced. "Dean," he cooed. No. It was that same innocent, devoted tone. That addictive submissive posture and all encompassing love. Dean pulled back, he couldn't tempt himself.
"It's still-" Cas composed himself. The turned back to Dean, pain etched across his face.
"It marks out my weak spot, which normally would not be found by accident, certainly not by a human." He went quiet for a moment. "Dean, Balthazar can't see it. If we showed it to Sam, I doubt he would be able to either." Dean processed this.
"Just me?"
"Only you. You can see my wings as well. I can only assume this is permanent."
They were both quiet for a while. Dean stared up at the stars, wondering how Cas saw them. Could he see every detail of the dark sky, right out into space? Could he see it how it once was, all those millions of years ago when humans first looked up and dreamed? Could he see each star in its own individual beauty; its birth, death and legacy. Or did he only see what Dean saw, an incomprehensible mystery with infinite possibilities and intricacies?
"Everything, Dean." He startled. Cas was looking right at him, into him. "Everything you thought and more. I see every possibility, every timeline, every dream humanity had about the stars. How you see it, how Sam sees it, how Abraham once saw it. The night sky has no limits, Dean, and neither does my perception of it." He shifted onto his back once again, and Dean found his tongue.
"Cas, about last week..."
"You did what you had to do, Dean. You are forgiven."
"Just let me talk, ok?" He swallowed dry spit. "How much do you remember?" Cas took a breath his lungs didn't need and closed his eyes.
"I remember a sharp pain in my wings that faded to bliss. I remember a calm settling over me, being so at peace. The I saw you, and I felt... I felt like I was gazing at the Lord himself. My mind submitted and my body followed. I remember spending day wrapped in the warmth and strength of your arms, taking any abuse you directed at me gratefully. When you accepted my presence, I could feel your happiness wrapping itself around me. I remember your hands running through my hair, petting me, as I stroked my face against your neck. Then I- I remember how you freed me. I remember revelling in your pleasure, basking in it. Adoring every inch of your flesh, giving myself to you completely. Then the calm was gone, and the world returned to its dull grey." Dean didn't realise how close he had gotten to the angel until their breaths were warm on each other's faces. Their eyes were enraptured in each other and Cas' voice dropped lower. "Dean... I know you liked it. I know the way you enjoyed my submission."
"Cas..."
"Shh, Dean. Please. I," his voice broke slightly, "I also enjoyed it." Their faces were drawing closer. "I want- I want-"
"What do you want, angel?"
"I want you to touch me again. I want to look at you that way again. I want-" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I want to be your good boy." Dean nearly came on the spot.
Dean would never get used to Cas' wings. The way they moved around him, how the flutter to emphasis his angels emotions. They were beautiful, addictive, and forbidden. Cas had only asked one thing of him: not to touch them when anyone is around. And that was one of the most difficult promises Dean knew he could never keep.
"Cas, can you grab that book for me?"
"Of course, Sam." Dean watched those gorgeous black wings swish as he moved. One of them swung past him and his hand reached up to stop it hitting him. At least that's what he told himself.
"Cas?" Sam looked at the angel currently frozen half-way across the room. "Cas?"
"I-" Cas couldn't move. He was afraid of what he would do if he did. Dean's hand was pressed against his wing, hot and rough and electrifying. Then it was gone. He turned to look at Dean, who was already leaving the room. "I-" He dumped to book next to Sam and followed Dean out of the room. Sam looked to Bobby. The old man just shrugged.
"Cas, I can explain-"
"Explain what, Dean?" Castiel knew he could catch up with Dean in a heartbeat, but this method of stalking him around the yard was much preferable. "How you disrespected my one condition? How you embarrassed me in front of our family? Explain what?"
"Cas, please-" Cas grew tired of chasing and shoved the hunter against a broken down truck.
"You shouldn't be able to see them, Dean. Why can't you understand that?" Dean's eyes were wide and fearful, trapped in the sight of Cas' wings, flaring angrily against from his back. His back. He met his angels eyes and couldn't help but smirk. He reached around and pressed his and into the stop he found without even thinking.
"Dean! Don't you da-"
"Sorry, Cas, but I'm not above cheating." He angel looked up at him, all wide blue eyes and plump lips.
"Dean?"
"Hey, Cas."
"Dean," he mumbled into his hunter's neck.
"That's it, Cas. There's my good little boy."
"Deaaaan."
"That's it, baby. That's it, I'm here. Wh- whoa there, easy. Hey- hey- oh, oh. Oh Cas, baby... Baby, my baby, my good little boy..."
"I will never succeed in winning an argument if we continue this way, Dean."
"Maybe that's the plan, baby. Now help me clean the side of the truck before Bobby comes out."
"Will need help cleansing the semen from my wings."
"You know me, always happy to help."
AN: Thank you for the lovely PMs asking me to continue, they mean a lot. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoyed it