Chapter 4: Night of the Impala
Castiel landed and smelled blood.
It took him several long minutes to track down Dean. He went to the motel but there was no sign of the hunter. He then recalled Dean's conversation with Sam the day before about traveling to Bobby's. Cas surveyed the long highway towards Bobby's house but he must have went too far because he hadn't found Dean yet. When he turned back for the second time, he then located the Impala pulled off on the side of the highway.
The forest surrounded and nearly engulfed Cas. It was thick to the point of being impenetrable yet the fresh scent of human blood hung in the air. His gaze moved quickly through the darkness, hoping to see a shadow- a person, anything. Cas felt the building fury suddenly consume him as he pictured Dean's broken, dead body on the cold forest floor. Every thought vanished except for the image of Dean. Was he too late? Suddenly he heard someone gasp. He turned in time to see an ugly demon cry out a warning into the black forest. Cas sneered in contempt as he grabbed the demon with his angelic abilities and pulled him towards him. The demon tried to flee from his vessel but Cas was quicker than the disgusting creature. Black smoke began escaping from the eyes and mouth of the demon. Cas placed his hand over it and shoved it back down viciously and with a flash of his powers, he killed the demon within the vessel.
Cas vanished into the direction the demon had called out to. He appeared in front of a pack of evil creatures, hunched over a lifeless form, tearing apart chunks of flesh and meat. Cas would recognize the form of his hunter from anywhere. The blood he smelled was from Dean. A rush of pure hatred blinded Cas. The brilliant light of his power surged through him like a bolt of lightning. It came out so violently, that Cas dropped to his knees from the intensity. The light slammed into the pack of vampires like a sledgehammer. A cloud of ash and black smoke was all that was left of the vampires after the light struck them. Dean's body lay motionless.
Cas felt the energy of the power still seep through him, radiating off his body like steam. Cas had never done that before. He didn't feel depleted of strength from the exertion of power, rather he felt more alive and almost amplified from it. He vanished from his kneeling position to Dean. Dean's face was matted in his blood and dirt. His flesh and clothes were tore, blood poured from wounds on his neck, arms and torso. He reminded him of Crowley's torture chamber and what was usually left over, chewed flesh, bone and blood.
He stroked the side of Dean's chiseled, broken face and let the warmth of his angelic powers reach into the hunter. Dean gasped out, breath filling his lungs anew. Cas's heart leapt at the sight. He had completely healed from inside and out. He continued to stroke the side of his face tenderly, waiting for Dean to return to him.
Slowly, Dean opened his beautiful emerald eyes and locked on to him. "Cas…?" he rasped out.
"Yes, Dean. I'm here," he responded. He noticed that Dean's clothes were torn and he still seemed slightly disoriented. Cas decided to take him somewhere familiar and safe. He teleported them to the backseat of the Impala. Darkness blanketed them from the outside horrors of the forest.
Dean suddenly sat up, his face cleaned of the dirt and blood. He seemed to recognize the car and the fear that had leapt in his eyes faded slowly. "Jeez…" he grunted, "what the Hell just happened?" he asked more to himself as his large manacles ran over his face and threw his hair, seemingly lost for words.
"Crowley sent them to kill you," Cas stated though he hated having to remind Dean of that. Or that Cas only knew that information because he still worked with Crowley. So really he was just as much to blame for the attack as the demon.
Dean's gaze turned to him. His eyes were steely as daggers, "yeah… I know."
"Forgive me," Cas responded. "I didn't know. I would've been here sooner…"
Dean looked away, jaw twitching in his mouth. Suddenly, without warning, Dean reached across the seat and slammed a heavy fist into the side of Cas's face. Cas took the hit, feeling nothing. He did hear the crunch of Dean's knuckles against him cheek. He turned back in time to see the hunter cringe in pain and hold his broken hand.
Cas glared at him, angry at how reckless Dean was behaving. He reached out to take his hand but Dean pulled back as if about to be struck with a hot poker. Cas gritted his teeth, "Stop being foolish. Give me your hand."
"Go to Hell," he hissed out. Dean's strength seemed to waver though as he clutched his hand to him.
"I came here to protect you," he snapped.
Dean's dark eyes turned cold. "Why? I didn't ask for your help. And I'm sure, Crowley's not gonna like you smiting his men."
"I don't care about Crowley," Cas replied in a dangerously low voice. "I care about you."
A harsh smirk crossed the hunter's handsome face. "You care…." He said unconvinced. "The only thing you care about if yourself."
"That's not true," Cas said sternly.
"It is," Dean retorted, a glimpse of emotion flickering in his eyes. "You betrayed me for a demon." He chuckled harshly, "It's not the first time someone I loved did that to me. I just never thought you would, Cas."
Cas reeled. Dean once again declared his love, yet the way he said it, cut painfully. "I did it to protect you."
"Don't start with that crap again," he muttered. "I'd rather break my other hand."
Anger shot through him and Cas could no longer restrain himself. He swiftly moved across the backseat and grabbed Dean's wrist. He winced and tried to fight back but with Cas's superior strength, Dean was helpless. He burned his powerful grip into him, flooding him with the healing warmth of his abilities. Dean gasped, his eyes closing slightly in the relief that came from wiping the pain of his broken hand away.
Suddenly Dean wrenched himself away and kicked Cas backwards against the side of the cab, his strength returned. Cas floundered for a moment trying to regain his balance as Dean made an attempt to push down the driver's side seat to get out of the Impala. Cas's anger flare, he reached for Dean and yanked him back in. Dean flung his arm away and suddenly pulled out a blade from beneath the seat and swung. Cas deflected the blade easily and palmed his hand upwards, capturing Dean's wrist and titling it downwards. Dean flinched and the hilt of the blade wavered precariously in his hand.
"Let go of the knife, Dean." He said warningly.
"Or what?" Dean challenged back through gritted teeth.
Cas's heart broke apart at his harsh words. He remembered asking Dean those similar words the night they last spoke. Before the dream ever happened. But he refused to reveal that to the unfeeling Dean. "I will hurt you if I must…"
Dean's nostrils flared and his eyes burned with hatred. "Go ahead. I'd rather you stab me in the back then Crowley."
Cas's grip hardened making Dean grunt and twist uncomfortably. Cas pushed his body close to the hunter's, their faces inches apart and both seething in anger and emotion. Yet when he felt the tremble of Dean beneath his touch, Cas felt a new sensation flood him now. Hunger. Blatant hunger that clawed at his insides.
"I could never kill you, Dean." He admitted truthfully.
"Yeah?" he asked mockingly, "even if I was the one pushing a dagger into you?"
Cas searched his face but saw only the stoic hardness of the hunter. "Never," he whispered.
Dean suddenly and unexpectedly outmaneuvered him. Startled, Cas was hit in the side of the stomach and pushed backwards yet again by the hard soles of Dean's boots. The knife sliced the air and scratched Cas across his cheek. He didn't even wince as the blood slowly oozed from the cut. He was then shoved violently back into the seat and against the car.
Dean breathed heavily on the opposite end. His eyes lowered darkly as he stared at the blood dripping down Cas's face. The knife was still clutched in his hand. Cas returned his gaze and healed the side of his face was a brief wave of his fingers. Dean sneered in contempt, knowing that fighting an angel was a useless endeavor.
"Why can't you just kill me?" Dean finally said. "Put me out of my misery already."
"No," Cas whispered softly.
"God damnit, Cas." Dean uttered, "Did I ever matter to you…?" His voice betrayed him as it shook with sorrow. Cas watched as those emerald eyes brimmed with unshed tears.
How could he tell him that he did matter? Dean wouldn't believe him. He no longer trusted him. Cas looked away ashamed. He had nothing to offer Dean anymore because the hunter would not want it. He didn't want his help. He didn't want his friendship or loyalty, not after what he did. He betrayed him. He deserved Dean's hatred.
"You've always been important to me, Dean." He replied gently, knowing Dean would not believe him.
Dean looked away. Cas took the opportunity to disarm him with a flick of his wrist. The knife shot from his hand and to the front seat, out of reach. Dean cursed.
"Well Cas, now that you've got me…" Dean trailed off, then shrugged indifferently, "what do you plan on doing with me?"
Cas stared at the handsome hunter for a long moment. Suddenly images of their night together swarmed his brain like bees to a hive. He swallowed as he felt the uncomfortable heat build in the pit of his stomach and stretch to the vessel's manhood. Cas shifted, knowing he had to address the question that had been stirring in his mind, "What happened last night, Dean? In the dream?"
Dean stiffened, "A mistake."
"No, it wasn't," Cas stated sternly, unwilling to let what they shared become meaningless. Something happened that night to Cas that he had yet to figure out, only that he wanted to do it again with the hunter.
Dean's face grew incredulous, "What does our night together matter anyway, Cas? Nothing's changed between us! You're still gonna open Pandora's box with a damned demon and I still have to stop you. So yeah, Cas- our night together was a big friggin mistake."
"Was loving me a mistake too?"
A stillness overcame the car. Dean uttered an oath as his eyes flashed hotly before turning to stone. "Don't you dare, you son-of-a-bitch…" he rasped. "You don't get to use that against me…"
"Why not?" Cas asked, knowing he was treading on dangerous ground with the hunter now. Dean's emotions were already high but with this, Cas wondered if he had gone too far.
"We're done with this conversation." He stated flatly and turned towards the driver's seat, about to leave.
"Wait… I want to know…"
"We're done," he spat out aggressively, shoving his shoulder into the seat.
"No," Cas intercepted him. "We're not done, Dean." With enhanced speed, Cas managed to capture Dean and flatten his back against the leather cushioned seats.
Dean glared at him and fought, but Cas kept him pinned beneath with the palm of his hand over his muscular chest. Cas stared down at him, feeling conflicting emotions bombard him. He wanted to punch some sense into Dean's thick skull, but also kiss him until he whimpered and moaned like he had done the night in the dream. A tingle of sensations surged through Cas's body. His cock stirred to life, straining against the slacks he wore. He glanced down, curiously. Just holding Dean down in this position and thoughts about their time together brought all these feelings that Cas had not been accustomed.
Dean must have noticed the shift in Cas's mood. "No," but the husky exclamation died on his lips when Cas rubbed his arousal over Dean's stomach. The hunter tensed and his hands shot out immediately to protect himself from the angel. Cas caught his hands easily, chaining them together in one solid grip between them. Cas lowered himself closer over Dean's, the heat already thick in the air. Dean struggled but it was useless, he was trapped.
Cas tentatively inched his lips forward, hovering slightly. Dean's emerald eyes blazed. "Don't this, Cas…"
Cas ignored him by brushing his lips over his gently, unsure. Dean sucked in a breath and parted his lips for him. A yearning, deep within him yawned open and Cas could no longer deny what he truly wanted. He captured his mouth in that instant. They both let go of their hate, their differences and their logic. And just with a kiss.
Cas devoured him, mimicking the way Dean had kissed him in the dream, pivoting his lips and using them with a crushing force. A simpering whimper escaped Dean's throat as he opened his mouth wider for Cas's tongue. He dove in, tonguing and licking, sucking and biting. His arousal became painfully hard and insistent. He clenched his buttocks, hoping to stop the building and unrelenting pressure. But it was no use. His hips bucked uncontrollably then and brushed against Dean's own bulging cock. It was Cas's turn to groan wantonly now.
He dug his other hand threw Dean's short hair and gripped the back of his head, pushing his lips hard into his, until they were both panting for air and writhing into each other. Dean bucked upwards, the force of his arousal hitting against Cas, which nearly caused the sensation to burst, but not quite. Cas wanted more of this feeling. He mimicked Dean's motions, slamming himself down and then grinding into his cock. The friction between the clothes caused their heat to become unbearable. Cas groaned and began bucking wildly, needing so much more… His grip slacken around Dean's hands and he felt the hunter's hard, calloused hands frantically grasp his back and then his ass. He began controlling the movements of Cas's wild humping, pushing himself up and greeting each thrust with his own. Cas was so close, he felt his cock tingle and the tip of it become sensitive to the movement. His heart raced and breath caught in his throat.
"Cas… clothes… off…" Dean pleaded, unable to stop his own movements. Cas nodded absently and touched Dean's clothes away along with his own with his power. The moment their naked bodies finally touched, Cas cried out. The tip of his throbbing sex beaded with precum and ached between his thighs.
Deans' hand quickly moved between them, his breathing heavy and choppy. He lifted his leg and slid out slightly, moving Cas beneath him and placing the tip of his arousal to his backside. Cas bit down on his lip, every muscle in his body straining and holding back. They locked eyes right before Dean sank down and Cas guided himself inside. Dean cringed, though his erection stiffened. Cas was surrounded by Dean's warmth and heat and couldn't stop what happened next. He slammed into him with a ferocity that startled them both. Dean yelled out in pain but Cas couldn't stop. He wouldn't. He slammed harder and deeper. Each thrust felt greater than the last.
Suddenly Dean's groans of pain became that of utter rapture as he bucked and jerked urgently beneath him. Dean's cock pressed between them as Cas continued pushing into him. Unable to control himself, Cas began humping madly, crazily. Faster and harder. Dean tensed suddenly, blindly grabbing hold of him and Cas watched in awe as the hunter climaxed.
Dean gasped out, clutching Cas to him as he gushed between their bodies. Cas felt so close to the breaking point as well so he quickened his pace, muscles straining. He felt powerless over the demands of his body. He made three more thrusts before his climax claimed him. He exploded gloriously, falling into the oblivion of Dean.
In sublime surrender, he buried his face into Dean's neck and let the exquisite jolts was over him. He had abdicated control to the natural forces of his own body and filled the man he had wanted for what seemed like a lifetime. For a long moment afterwards, Cas lay on top of him, spent in blissful devastation. The only sounds were of their mingled breathing and the noises of the outside world beyond the Impala. When Cas finally found the strength to pull away and release himself from Dean, he avoided looking at him. Unsure of how to act now that they had just shared yet another incredible experience together.
After Cas returned their clothes from the void, he finally risked looking at the hunter. Tears had left salty tracks over his chiseled features but his bright vibrant eyes were clear. Cas felt his body shudder as he realized how hard he had been. "Are you all right?" he asked as he held out his hand to assist Dean into the sitting position but he ignored him and straightened on his own.
Dean nodded, "I'm fine," he said with a hoarse voice.
"Is there anything I can do…?" he asked, unsure of what he could do to help or offer that Dean would accept.
Dean glanced out the front of the car window, into the black sky and darkened forest. You can say that you love me, Dean thought, choking back the tears that suffocated him. Wordlessly, Dean climbed out of the Impala, leaving Cas behind.
TBC