"Dean..." The voice of Castiel sounded softly upon Dean's ears. The smell of books was gone, replaced with ocean breeze, sand, and o-zone. The air was warm around him, as if he were under the evening sun, cat napping as he sprawled out on the warm sand beneath him. As soon as he opened them, Dean's eyes were met with a long white sand small blue waves that came up to kiss the shore fell just a few feet short of the Winchester's resting place.
Gathering details about his surroundings, the man looked behind him to see Castiel under the palm tree they'd visited in Santa trench coated angel rested with his back against the tall tree, eyes looking out toward the setting sun.
This place brought instant relief to the hunter's mind, knowing everything would be okay for the time being. It hadn't been tainted with sadness, destruction, or loss of life dear to him. It was where he was the happiest he could remember being, aside from the motel room that was accidentally destroyed by angel wings.
Dean locked eyes on Castiel, smiling as soon as he watched his angel taking in the scenery. It was warm, happy, and peaceful. Without much thought, he got up from where he was laying and strolled toward Cas. The feeling of warm granules in between his toes felt strange, it'd been a while since he was barefoot outside. The Winchester pulled the celestial into his arms and held him close, a soft hum of contentment buzzed in his throat upon contact. The hunter planted his lips on Cas's forehead and breathed in the scent of the cosmos.
The angel had his own unique scent, something that wasn't quite found all in one place on Earth. It was of fire and rain, something else not able to be pinpointed, and of the air throughout the centuries. Dean couldn't get enough of it.
With his nose still in the angel's hair, he murmured, "Hey, Cas." The hunter's breath was warm as it tickled Castiel's hairline. Another buzzing feeling came from within the angel's chest and held back a short chuckle, pressing himself into his human's radiating warmth.
The feeling of Dean nuzzling into his scalp sent a mild tingling through the angel's vessel. Their arms held each other close, relishing the privacy and more intimate contact they'd been granted in Dean's dream state. A few moments of listening to each other's breathing passed, soft waves tiptoeing up the shore line, when Castiel changes motion.
Grabbing Dean's jaw, Castiel gave the man a heated kiss. Is it inappropriate to use moves he learned from a demon? He wanted every monster that haunted the Winchester's mind to flea. This was better than heaven. Here, he was free from judgements and he could show himself wings and all.
Their kiss alone had Dean never wanting to leave this place. It was full of fire and it instantly had the Winchester wanting more. If this was something that was going to happen in privacy, Dean was okay with it. Not that he had a problem with openly showing affection, but no one would be able to interrupt them while he was asleep by walking in on them and killing the moment.
With another beat of wind, Castiel's wings flowed gently over his shoulders, lazy and calm as they should be. The amount of self control it took for the angel to keep these parts of himself hidden was something he wasn't going to be able to explain to a human. His father's precious little creations wouldn't be able to grasp how hard it was to contain one's self, something the size of a skyscraper, inside of something so tiny as a human body. The physical strain was enough to break others, driving them mad and forcing them back to heaven for some form of relief.
Castiel chose to stay on Earth though. The human under his charge was more than worth any and all discomfort. His focus was set on Dean Winchester and his well-being. For now, he would show Dean everything he was able to. Later, Castiel would explain in greater detail.
A soft glow emitted from Castiel's right palm and he smirked to himself. Placing his hand on one of the palm trees directly behind Dean, Castiel carved out "C + D.W." with a heart around it decorated with wings.
As Castiel moved his hands and the initials appeared, Dean's head turned and his heart fluttered. His smile caused creases on his face, little crinkles appearing beside his eyes as a small chuckle push through his lips. There was a sudden shift in the form that Dean was close to and it startled him for a second.
Dean blinked and the sweet sound of 'Hey Jude' by Richie Havens played and a woman was where Cas once stood. Her eyes were soft in a familiar way and she smelled just like the odd angel. A chain of daisies were haloed around her head, a matching necklace draped around her neck. The rest of her form nearly bare; tan skin covered by a beaded crop top and legs by cut off denim shorts. It was the angel's previously occupied vessel.
"Dean," Her voice was softer than the usual rough rumble of Castiel's regular inflection. She smiled and her wings shook out behind her, adding to the soft breeze that was gently dancing along the trees. Their surrounds changed as Castiel's vessel raised her hands above her head. The ocean blurred out of sight and then replaced itself with a sea of people, a stage out behind them, and the roar of a crowd from a time long since past.
Her wings, stunning swirls of beautiful lights, were those of Dean's angel. "I love you too, Castiel." Dean's fingers reached to run through the iridescent wings, touching as gently as he could manage. Cas shivered at the brush of fingers through the wings that'd never been touched by any other human.
In this time everyone was high, spiritual, or a little bit of both. Heaven didn't give a damn if some hippies were rattling about angels and, to be honest, the 60s were chalk full of occupied vessels. It was an optimal time to experience humanity as they were such loving beings.
They sat on a Pike Brothers black blanket accented with an eagle. "This is one of my favorite moments in the long history of the human race. I believe it was around this century I began to ask more questions, but kept them to myself."
The atmosphere was so relaxed and full of nothing but music, peace, and harmony. The blanket they sat on definitely had the hunter's approval. "So, am I supposed to take off my clothes and put on some bell-bottoms?" While he spoke, Dean kissed the a small line down Cas's cheek and jaw. "Cuz I mean, if you've got some, I might fit in a little better." It was mostly a joke, but he'd been interested in period clothing. Pulling off his jacket and flannel, his plain black t-shirt looked alright with his jeans.
"Whatever you want, just think of it. I could name the stars for you, fight the heavens for you,...fall for you." Castiel straddled his lap to fully wrap his wings around Dean. Nebulae draped over him as simple as a curtain, the dark space was as captivating as the novas. "When I was not in any form most creations could see, I would look to the endless space my father created and found myself feeling like a dying star. Never to be appreciated till too late. Lost in the ripped fabric of time. But your bright eyes caught me. My light has traveled since the dawn of time and I feel reborn."
The words of his angel turned Dean's cheeks pink and his pulse began to quicken for a moment. The celestial's movements only furthered the color change in the Winchester. His hands moved to the female form's waist, keeping eye contact as Castiel spoke from within.
As wings shrouded them in darkness and space, a shiver flew up the hunter's spine. It wasn't a bad thing, but more of an effect of seeing so much change before his eyes at once. It felt as though he was floating freely, the only anchor Dean had was sitting on his lap.
The female form shifted to his current vessel, Jimmy Novak. It was more than a suit, it was him. He would greet death with no regrets if he had to live his last life on Earth with rock music and freckles.
"You make my name sound like the secret chord of David." The kisses were planting seeds of arousal, it was the closest he had ever felt to being human, even when occupying a vessel.
As soon as Cas's known form took shape again, the Winchester finally registered that Castiel was naked on top of him, all encompassed by his gorgeous wings. Heart pounding in his chest, the hunter muffled a sound on his lips.
Cas's lips upon his skin caused chills with every touch. Dean's mind started to become slightly foggy due to blood circulation suddenly rerouting itself. "C-Cas, I... Is this what you want? 'Cuz I'm all for it." His voice had a lustful tone, but at the same time, he wanted to make sure that he wasn't rushing the angel into something as serious as this. Dean shifted his weight as his pants became less comfortable with every passing second.
Dean's right hand came to rest on Cas's hip, while his left gently cupped the slightly stubbled cheek of the angel. His calloused thumb swept under one of the blue eyes slowly as he admired the celestial being. The hand dipped down to play with one of the flowers that was draped over the Castiel's collar bone for a moment, then returned to his cheek once more.
A smile hung on the soft lips of the angel, who was running his fingers through the hunter's hair. "I want to memorize every freckle such as I've memorized the stars." He kissed the side of Dean's neck. In here it may feel real, but there would be no signs of their union. It was a disappointment not to color the man's pale skin with colorful love marks to match Cas's wings.
At first the kisses were playful, then the hunger came. The sounds Dean was making, the effect he was having on the angel's body were intoxicating. His very heart rate rose at the at the set of this emerald eyes with no intimate touch required.
Dean's heart was full to bursting as Castiel spoke. The angel's kisses sent sparks through his mind as soft lips danced playfully on his flesh. Once the kiss changed, so did Dean's mannerisms.
It was painful, but the pleasure was tempting an unrelenting force. God created only so much love within an angel, no half measures were allowed. They must put forth their faith in the dangerous tangle with their mate and risk the wither of heartbreak. An angelic death is traumatic outside of battle. He had seen the dying light.
"I have to be forthright. The night you first witnessed my wings was not intentional. You have a profound effect on me that may have eternal side effects. My grace desires to mate and bond with your soul." Castiel rested his hand on Dean's chest, which began to glow bright.
"I apologize if I must remove myself. I cannot hurt you..." He bit the plump of Dean's lip.
Dean's left hand tangled itself in Castiel's hair, tugging slightly when he thought he felt teeth. The Winchester's heart was hammering away as Castiel's voice sounded once more.
"So, that was an accident?" Dean wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing, but he smiled at the angel on top of him. Could he have caused something like that inside of this ancient being? "If I'm hurting you, tell me how to stop it."
The nibble at Dean's lip drew out a growl and a devilish smirk. "I didn't know grace could do that, but..." He trailed off for a second. "If it means I don't have to lose you, what do I need to do?" He returned the nibble, and then some, closing his eyes as he dove in for another taste of his angel. "Because, I need you. Not just want," He ground his hips upward into Cas, letting out a quiet hiss at the friction.
The mention of Dean seeing the explanation as a proposal was shattering. A hiccup in their world happened, their surroundings went white which purged every color away but them. Standing tall was a being of great size, light blue and enormous. A gentle humanoid face, a zebra head, and a lion strong and stoic peered down at the man beneath it. It's wings expanded the reaches of what felt like forever, making everything Dean had seen before become insignificant and tiny.
As quickly as it happened, things snapped back to where they were standing face to face on their beach, but it was too late. Dean's eyes were wide and in shock. Castiel had become vesselless in a trainwreck of emotions, finally exposed.
Dean's mind had been blown as soon as the the scenery changed and something was standing before him, larger than life. Cas? He shook his head for a moment to regain his composure and just like that, everything was back to the beach, to their place, to the face he'd grown more accustomed to. Even his true form, He's beautiful...
"I-its not that simple. It's forever. Our forever, Earth and the beyond in heaven. It's beyond a marriage proposal. I would be with in you and you I. Our feelings, thoughts fully empathized and connected. The sweetest of devotion. I need you to speak carefully at what you agreed to." He shook in Dean's arms. Castiel could feel every molecule vibrating in desperation to the sweet surrender.
Dean nodded at Castiel as he started to explain what he meant. "I had a feeling it would be a little longer than a normal marriage thing. Didn't I say, as long as I don't have to lose you? I need you."
Castiel's voice was a wreck as he ripped off the man's belt with no hesitation and pushed the man down to devour the sight of his lover. Dean landed with a small grunt, impressed with how quickly Castiel had managed to strip him of his belt and jeans. A small stutter came from the Winchester as the angel began aligning himself with Dean's already painfully erect manhood.
All of a sudden, a new heat was swallowing Dean Winchester whole. As soon as his back hit the ground, Cas made quick work of burying every inch of the hunter's member inside of him. A breathless "fuck" was whispered from above.
The sensation caused Dean to gasp and bite his lower lip, blood slowly coming from a slight puncture spread across his tongue. Hands moved to press fingers into angelic thighs, steadying the one above and giving the one below something to hold onto. "You okay, Cas?" He'd heard the whimper of his angel.
"God bless you, Dean Winchester." Their mouths came together with heavy breaths. As Castiel connected their mouths once more, Dean met him with as much passion and care as one man could muster.
Those blue orbs belonging to Cas went hot white and the taste of static was on the tip of his tongue. He bit into his proverbial apple, the act with a human was unknown, but he placed his faith in God that he would allow him to keep his love. This was the only thing he needed in any life spanning all of the realities. In Hell Fire and the torrential unknown, Castiel would find his soul mate.
Arms reached frantically, hands groped at all the exposed skin, leaving it bruised and soreness. Cas worked his hips in circles over Dean, opening himself up on every metaphysical level. It wasn't long before their menstruations had Dean calling out to Cas in ragged breaths, then there was a sudden change. Their souls came together and Castiel couldn't differentiate the climax to the union.
Castiel felt his intangible form becoming undone and reconstructed together, carefully interwoven with the memories and experiences of Dean. Did the Lord have intention when he created Castiel with a raw and painful emptiness inside him to fit Dean? Was the choice of free will always available and he chose against the apocalypse?
Every sensation double, tripled, and kept multiplying. As their souls smashed together, time, space, the fabric of existence swirled around them. The Winchester felt himself leave his body, sweetly connected to his angel, forever. The light that swam around them, through them, was blinding white. It showered them and their union, sewing their fates together in a matter of seconds.
Dean and Castiel were pulled from their dreamscape and the motel glowed blue, a white light was inside Dean's chest and he heard the sounds of color, the music of love and the feeling of pure light; it was Cas speaking to him. Sam was freaking out, holding his ears closed in confusion as the motel was wrecked from the screeching, ruining every bit of glass in a 5 mile radius. It was Enochian! He was hearing and seeing Cas beyond his vessel.
The room went silent as Cas and Dean looked at each other, wrecked to hell. Never had Castiel felt the drip of sweat, but his vessel was dripping and empathizing with his mate.
The older Winchester was panting, gasping in the air of his world as his chest heaved and glowed with remanence of what had just taken place. He felt whole, complete, reborn. Cas? Nothing came out as he tried to call for his lover. He couldn't make a sound, but he reached for the form next to him with a shaky hand and a blurry gaze. They looked as though they had just gone through a battle on another plain, and their souls very well may have.
"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Sam's hair was at attention and his clumsy feet wrapped in the blanket, falling out of the bed.
The shout from Sam ripped Dean's focus to his brother and then his skin went white. Dean looked around for a second and realized that what he and Castiel had done had some effect on Earth, at least where their bodies were.
The eldest brother caught his breath moments later and sat up shakily, just to give Sam an awkward smile. The younger Winchester glared at both Dean and Cas, more upset at the fact that he'd been woken up by what sounded like sharp radio screams, breaking glass, and a major power surge throughout the room.
Castiel repaired damage to the hotel, staying silent throughout the ordeal. After Sam had been giving the angel his famous bitch-face for a full five minutes, Cas rolled his eyes and began trying to summarize what just happened. After an hour of explanation, Sam stomped around toward the two and held his idiots together. At first he was furious, then pouty cause there was no wedding ceremony, then he was fascinated that Dean could now understand angel.
"What you're telling me is you did something impulsive and we know nothing of the consequences? Sounds about right...welcome to the family, Cas." The not-so-little brother patted his shoulder and eventually fell asleep again.
Castiel undressed into pajama slacks and crawled into bed with Dean to finish their dream.
Sam woke up in the morning confused at his dream, but got ready anyhow. It took him a while, but he saw Cas holding Dean on his chest in the little spoon position. Not a dream. Holy fuck. Blackmail photo time… where's my phone.