Title: Dirty Blonde, Ch. 7
Rating: R
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None, really. If you're up to Season 5, you're fine.
Warnings: Language, sexual content, graphic sex, violence
Summary: Dean obsesses over his conquest for Castiel.
A/N: This chapter more or less explains why this entire fic is called "Dirty Blonde." Hahahaha. I'm so sorry. Just hide your kids.
Also, this chapter is super long! I hope you can get through it all.
As always, thank you for the comments and for reading. :)
Chapter 7! (It really is the lucky number).
"Tell me what's wrong," The angel said after a long while. Dean had been resting on top of Castiel in a silence that seemed to have turned grim. He knew there was a reason why she drank and that there were things she kept to herself that she didn't have to. In the safety of the Impala and his arms, he hoped Dean could open up.
"I can't. You wouldn't get it."
"I'm not stupid."
She sat back and looked down at the angel with a tiny scowl. "Well, if you're going to be a douche about it…" Dean considered how to express her issues. Explaining things wasn't something she was particularly good at doing. She grasped her breasts and said, "I can feel these. I know they're on my body, a part of my body, but they don't make sense."
Castiel looked down and then tried to focus back up on her face. Dean continued, "I'm feeling stuff… or not feeling stuff… that I can't even explain. That I'm not used to."
"I understand."
"How can you – ?" Dean cut herself short because Castiel was right. The angel wasn't the one that was stupid. It took the woman a few seconds, but then she remembered that tiny detail about Castiel not really being human. A human body must have felt to Castiel what a female body felt to Dean. In the darkness, their eyes locked.
"The most important thing about any being is the soul," Castiel said. "You'll always have that, Dean."
He spoke with the words of a man committed to doing his all to protect Dean's soul. It was implicit that as long as Castiel lived, Dean's soul would have a guardian. The wisdom of his words made Dean feel petty. She knew the value of the heart, mind, and soul better than most humans. Whether Castiel and Dean were women or men, humans, angels, or anything else, they would have the same cores and they would always be attached to each other. That thought gave her immense comfort.
"Would you show me your feathers some day?" Dean grinned.
"Maybe." Castiel looked away from her and decided to change the subject. "What happened to your hair?"
Her hands shot up to her short blond spikes. "You don't like it?"
"I do," he answered. He hesitated before reaching up to put his fingers through her hair. For an instant he thought of Dean's male body and face. Castiel meant what he said about Dean's soul, but he had also always desperately wanted to touch the man's hair. The angel had already memorized the feel of her long flowing waves and he enjoyed having the opportunity to let his fingers learn something new. "It suits you."
Dean pulled Castiel into a kiss that she hoped was so intense that the angel's soul felt it. She gently pushed him so that he was lying down across the seat of the car and continued to lavish him with her lips.
Sam had noticed the Impala outside. He'd gone to check if Dean was out by it, but she wasn't. He gave up and began to watch TV, that was, until he heard a bottle breaking outside of the door. He peered out of the window in time to watch Dean aggressively shove Castiel into the Impala. The car rocked gently with the two bodies within it. "Are you serious?"
Not desiring to see any more, Sam hurried away from the curtains. If she was feeling well enough to ride Cas in the backseat of the Impala, he didn't need to worry about her. Wistfully, he realized just how much he needed to get laid. If only he could find a nice girl that wouldn't die or try to start the apocalypse soon after coming into contact with his dick. Sam sighed. He could write a book about his sex life and it would probably be called something like Sam Winchester Problems, or simply The Cursed Penis.
He was wondering if there was a god he could pray to that would help him with his problem when the door opened. The pair stood in the doorway, looking exactly like they'd been all over each other only seconds ago. "Hey guys."
"Sam – "
"It's cool. Don't worry about it."
"I was just – "
"Yeah, I know," Sam cut her off. "You 'lost track of time.'"
Dean narrowed her eyes. Meanwhile, Castiel looked like he wanted to escape. His face was full of a bashful kind of guilt. "Why you gotta be like that, Sammy?" Dean began. "I came back, didn't I? I can take care of myself! I'm an adult!"
Sam grinned and ran a hand over his face. "I said it's cool. Now I know how you felt that time I ran off on you all those years ago. It sucks, but I probably deserve it."
The younger Winchester was trying to approach the situation with fairness. In their history, it was true that Sam had run away far more often than Dean ever had. As a matter of fact, Sam had trouble remembering a single time when his brother had left him high and dry. Sam understood why his sibling would want time alone, so he didn't press the issue.
"There is an explanation though. Funny story, I went off to get some beer and then I run into this guy – "
"Dean. You were screwing Cas."
"Sammy! Don't talk like that in front of him!" She gasped and turned to look at Castiel, but saw nothing but the empty parking lot. "Son of a bitch."
"I saw you guys, so don't worry. You don't have to explain."
"I wasn't screwin' Cas!" Dean exclaimed. She shut the door. "I was dry humping Cas. There's a big difference."
"I don't even know how to talk to you anymore." Sam sat down on his bed and collected his thoughts. He was going to have to get used to the idea that his sibling was dead set on pursuing his only other friend. "I'm like a third wheel now."
"Sorry."
"It's alright. So tell me what happened. When's the big day?" Sam asked.
"Geez, it's not like that," Dean answered. She settled down in a chair and decided to get serious with Sam. "It's like this. You ever notice something that you've never noticed before even though it was right in front of your face the whole time? Then it seems like it's obvious, right? So obvious."
Sam had never really had that experience because he tended to be far more honest about what he wanted. When he had wanted a bad demon girl, he didn't let his brother or anyone else stop him from wanting her. Even with his curse, he probably would not be able to resist the next woman that really caught his attention.
"Who else am I gonna screw? I'm a virgin chick over here, right? It just makes sense," Dean thought out loud. "I mean, I could go lesbo since I still like women, but I'm just used to straight sex. Me 'n Cas would be straight sex. And you know that guy needs to get laid. You've seen him. I might be his only chance of ever getting any. It's the friendly thing to do, to do it together. So I said to him, hey, we oughta de-virginize each other."
"Is that what you said to him? Like that?" Sam deadpanned.
"Yeah, why not?"
"You're such a romantic."
"I'm telling you, Sammy. When I get done with this period, I'm gonna learn things a man's got no right to know. But it's okay, because it'll be with Cas," She smiled to herself with perverse satisfaction. The whole thing was so kinky it almost made her grateful that she'd been turned into a woman. She was going to learn what it felt like from a woman's perspective. "It's gonna be awesome."
The next morning was far calmer than the last one. Dean had taken Sam out to breakfast to get whatever he wanted as an apology. Sam didn't know what to do with his sibling anymore. "So, what? You don't want to get turned back into a man now?"
"Not yet. I gotta lay Cas first," Dean said with a spark in her eye. "By the way, how long do you think a period lasts?"
"Didn't you look this stuff up? Why do you always ask me about women stuff?" Sam complained. Before Dean had turned female, Sam had never been respected as any sort of fount of knowledge on women. "It's like a week, I think."
Dean counted on her fingers. "So I've been a chick for, what four, five days? And I've had a period almost that entire time. It's got to end soon."
"Okay. So, after you and Cas do it… Then you want to turn back into a man?" Sam's eyebrows shot up.
"Of course!"
Sam didn't think Dean realized the inherent issue with what she was proposing, but he knew very well that his opinion wouldn't matter. Talking about the bigger picture would probably be considered 'Girl Talk' and would cause Dean to shut down. At least her obsession over Castiel had filled the hole of the depression she had been sinking into. It wasn't really Sam's place to tell her what to do anyway. "What do we do in the mean time?"
"Same thing we always do, Pinky," Dean grinned.
"Try to take over the world?"
That day, they set out to do what they had intended to do before Dean's unfortunate run-in with an unwanted sex change. There was a house in town with a mysterious death toll attached to it that they needed to settle. Dean was irritated that their job had been sidetracked for so long by her female dilemma, but she was going to put an end to that digression now. She was going to hunt things and protect people like her soul demanded of her.
They researched the history of the house, talked to a few relatives and friends of the victims, and planned to hit up the cemetery as soon as night fell. When she was back in her natural element of the night, shoveling furiously under the light of the stars with the threat of the supernatural urging her on, she was ecstatic. In no time she was sweaty, caked with dirt, and pumped full of adrenaline.
"Nothin' like the smell of burning bones in the mornin', huh, Sammy?"
The large white grin on her face was more than a little bit unnerving. The younger Winchester could never match her drive to carry out the 'family business.' The very marrow of her bones was filled with the conviction to viciously defend humankind no matter how high the price or how messy the job became. Sam was glad this particular case was resolved easily and without any incident. "We need to get moving."
"Agreed."
They didn't even bother going back to the hotel. They had spent too much time there already. The FBI and the IRS could catch them at any moment for their long list of violations, including their most recent grave desecration. Dean's case had held them back for longer than was safe for them. They drove without caring where they were going.
When Dean began to have trouble keeping her eyes open, they settled into the nearest cheap motel. While Sam got himself settled in, he noticed an odd habit Dean seemed to have picked up. He kept a curious eye and ear open as he picked through some Chinese take-out.
In a gesture very much unlike her, Dean clasped her hands together in prayer. In a soft voice, she muttered, "Cas, just a friendly reminder that this period is gonna be gone any day now. And, buddy, when it is, I am gonna screw you so hard you'll be missing feathers. Amen."
She made the sign of the cross over her chest.
"Dean!" Sam cried from behind the woman. He was completely scandalized. "Are you talking dirty to Cas – in a prayer?"
Dean turned around and shot Sam a look. So what? She gave him a slight shrug. "How else am I supposed to do it? Dude doesn't have a cell phone."
Sam made a few incredulous sounds that expressed his astonishment because he momentarily lacked the capacity for speech. "You're going to scare the crap out of that poor angel. Maybe you shouldn't…"
Dean looked at him like he had just donned a rainbow afro. "Why? Because it's not 'proper?' Sammy, it's nature, okay? Do you think when a male lion out in the safari talks dirty to the girl lion that she turns around and goes, 'Whoa, Simba. Cut it out. That's inappropriate. I'm a lady'? No! Because it's nature."
Sam was flabbergasted for a variety of reasons. For one, he didn't think he could ever watch The Lion King again. He was also pretty sure his brother had just called Cas a girl lion. "How do you know lions talk dirty to each other?"
Dean seemed so sure of herself. "What else could all that growling be about?"
"You're crazy, Dean."
"Listen, Sam. Cas knows who I am. He knows the kind of heat I bring," Dean explained. "In any case, I'm pretty sure it would be more cruel to leave Cas in the dark. You think that guy would survive the greatest fuck of his life if he got sent down river without a paddle?"
Oh, Cas. What did you get yourself into? Sam looked up to the ceiling with sympathy and silent apologies.
"I've had it up to here with all the 'ladylike' bullshit. People just made that up. People just made up what's 'proper' too. I've gotta prepare Cas for what's comin' to him. I'm watching out for him 'cause he's my angel."
Sam opened his mouth and then closed it. Dean was right, of course, but Sam still thought she could be slightly more delicate about it. What was 'appropriate' had flown out the window a long time ago. Having sex with an angel at all was probably too risqué for most of society. "Well, just be gentle. He's the king of all virgins you know."
"I'll work some gentle in there," Dean grinned.
The next day was a bright and sunny one. Sam nudged the woman out of bed, offering her a fresh donut and a cup of coffee. He sat down and took a big bite out of an apple as he flipped through the local newspaper. He figured he would check out the area, in case something unusual was going down.
"Aw, this is sad," Sam remarked.
"What is?" Dean perked up instantly.
"Puppy Mill," Sam frowned.
"You and your dogs," Dean rolled her eyes. "Get back to me when you find something we can work on."
Dean licked the powered sugar from her fingers after she finished her donut. When Sam sat up alert, she leaned forward. "Sammy, tell me it's something interesting. I need a real challenge. C'mon!"
"How do you feel about three exsanguinated corpses?" Sam asked, "It says here the bodies were bone dry with 'unusual bite marks.'"
"You had me at 'exsanguinated,'" Dean smirked, "Time to roll some heads."
Vampires were in town, which meant it was Dean Winchester's Christmas Day. They searched for information about where the bloodsuckers were hiding with a purpose because Dean was so thrilled about getting to 'gank' something. Apparently, she had yet to meet her Gank Quota for the month. She sharpened her knife and machete in anticipation for a good fight. At the same time, her heart was filled with a serious, hardened edge. Another person had gone missing and it was entirely possible it was too late to hope for her survival.
Their investigation led them to an old barn full of rusty tools and rank smells. It was the typical vampire dump. Sam and Dean were both on edge – but the woman especially so. She knew her body wasn't as strong as her male body had been, but she made up for it by having twice the ferocity. The viciousness in her face surpassed that of the first vampire that attacked. She snarled, slashed, and punched the female vampire that flew at her. Dean had no mercy and sliced off her head with remarkable dexterity in the first opening she got.
A furious male vampire that had seen it all shouted at Dean, "You cunt!"
He barreled into Dean, slamming her into the wall of the barn in a manner that was sure to leave a bruise. The wind was knocked out of her lungs, but she kept her blade forcefully pressed against his chest. Sam watched with horror, momentarily distracted, which left him open to an assault by another vampire. He was only thinking about Dean as he fought the creature on top of him.
"That your girlfriend?" Dean wheezed, as the vampire spilled his own blood as he tried to overpower her.
"I am going to drain you just enough so you won't put up a fight," He threatened wrathfully, getting spittle on her blood-splattered face. "Then I'm going to lick – "
He couldn't finish his sentence because Dean had rammed a knife six-inches deep between his ribs. Without hesitation, she twisted the knife and felt great satisfaction as she heard him crack inside. She should have severed his head in that moment, but instead, she stabbed his throat, slicing through his vocal cords, to keep him from ever uttering another word to her. Then, she stabbed his heart and his lungs heaving laborious breaths. "When you're rotting in Hell remember that a Winchester put you there," she growled, "and that we always put up a fight."
After she divided his head from his shoulders, she collected her knife and jumped to action to protect Sam. She drove her machete through the spine of the bloodsucker upon him, which allowed Sam to chop off its head. They both leaped to readiness and looked around the barn, expecting more. Sam had already taken care of one before Dean had been able to free herself. "Where's the rest?" she huffed.
"I think there were only four."
"Only four?" She gnashed her teeth together, clearly disappointed. Her body was hurting, but she didn't care. She heard a muffled sound and ran to it.
"It's the missing person!" Sam gasped. She was still alive, but only just barely.
Dean pulled back her lips to check for extra teeth. When she found none, she lifted her up carefully. With Sam's assistance they took her to the car and drove her to the hospital. There was blood everywhere. In their haste to get the victim medical attention, they hadn't taken the time to clean themselves of the blood. Dean had to stop by the side of the road. While Sam used the rag first, Dean stared down at her reddened hands. It shouldn't have felt so good, but it did. She had a moment in which she desired to lick the blood off her fingers, but she knew very well that vampire blood was toxic. It was filth, just like the creatures from which it came. She wiped off her hands and her blades with the rag. Dean carefully removed her buttoned-up shirt so that she was only clad in a tight t-shirt. "You okay?" She asked of Sam.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah."
The discomfort in her bones began to fade as she drove back to the motel. Suddenly, a neon sign caught her eye and she pulled the Impala over quickly. Dean parked at a Walgreens. She didn't say anything to Sam. He turned to her, puzzled, "Why'd you stop? Did you get hurt or something?"
"Uh," Dean pulled out the keys of the car. "Just hang out here for a second. I'll be right back. You don't need anything, do you?"
"No. I'm good. Hang on! You've got blood on you," Sam called out as Dean opened the car door. He reached over and wiped a stray splatter off her face. Sam's eyes followed her as she wandered into the store. Less than five minutes later, she climbed back into the car holding a box. Sam waited for the explanation.
Dean hesitated before opening her mouth. She was a little bit distressed when she spoke. "They don't sell the pill? All I could find is this – some 'morning after' crap. Does this shit even work?"
"I don't know," Sam answered, wide-eyed. How his sibling could think about sex after the fight they'd just had was beyond him. There was something about this female version of Dean that was almost more terrifying than the male Dean had been. She didn't fight the same way. If it was possible, she had more anger. Sam thought sex and violence didn't belong together in the mind of any kind of person that wasn't a complete psychopath. Sitting beside her, Sam felt very uneasy.
"Where am I supposed to get the pill?" Dean asked.
It took Sam a moment to understand what she was asking. Sam concentrated, thinking back to his days in college. "Oh! Um, Planned Parenthood? They do that kind of thing."
"Huh."
After they had been driving for a minute, Sam worked up the courage to ask her if everything was fine. She raised an eyebrow at him, and answered him with a stern voice, "I already told you I was okay."
Her only thoughts about their evening were positive ones. The four monsters they had killed wouldn't be able to kill again. The scum of the earth was lessened, if only slightly, and a girl was probably going to live because of them. If she didn't, there was a good chance she would get into Heaven where she could live out her best memories for the rest of eternity. More important than all of those things, Dean had proven to herself that she could still hunt.
When they got back to the motel she got into the shower first because she was the dirtiest. She shouldn't have, but she thought about Cas as soon as her body was wet. If he slammed her into a wall as the vampire had done, she would be thrilled. A grin spread over her face at the thought of the sweet angel laying a forceful hand upon her. She knew it was in him because he had done it before. At the time, her male self had been depressed and furious, but a part of him had known that he deserved being punched. He had deserved being roughed around.
She didn't want Castiel to hit her, but she did like the idea of him expressing command over her because it meant that he had emotion. The angel's expressions of authority were a sign of his passion and of the attachment that was reserved solely for Dean. It was something Dean had always liked, even though he buried his consciousness of that fact deep within himself.
Once she was clean, she sunk down into the bathtub and stared at the faucet. She wasn't entirely fond of baths because a bath usually involved stewing in one's filth, but she was feeling appropriately filthy of mind so she let the tub fill. She had a few things to figure out about her body before she got her opportunity to share it with Cas. She had an enormous streak of sexual curiosity. Dean, you're sick. You're sick and you're going to Hell.
Dean woke up on her stomach with her drooling face plastered into her pillow. She had slept strangely well. The pain of her body had subsided almost completely. She turned her face to Sam, who was still sleeping. Casually, she glanced down at her body. Still female.
Dean never knew what to expect. Sometimes she believed that she would wake up to find out that everything had been a dream. But, just like yesterday, she still had to pee sitting down and she still had to put on a bra first thing in the morning. She stared at herself in the mirror, "Hey, Barbie."
Turning into a woman had been unpleasant for many reasons, but most horrifying of all was that Dean could get pregnant. Just the thought of it made her insides churn. Yesterday, she had realized that in all her excitement to sleep with Cas, she had overlooked how she was going to deal with her pesky ability to conceive life. She decided she needed to take care of it as soon as possible, preferably using the most effective method available. If there had been surgeons at the super market, she would have gotten her tubes tied. Instead, she made a call to Planned Parenthood as soon as Sam had woken up to help advise her.
"Hello. Yeah, I'm calling because I want the implant. You know, the birth control implant. How much does that cost? Whoa, what? $1,000? With insurance? No, I don't have insurance. Okay, well, how much is the pill?" Why is this so complicated? Dean frowned as she listened. "I don't have a prescription. I just need something now. I have to make an appointment to get a what? A pap smear?"
Dean looked up at Sam flabbergasted and shrugged. Sammy, what's a pap smear? Her frown only deepened as she considered the words of the woman on the other line. Pap smear, pap smear… Why does that sound so familiar? What does that have to do with the pill? She kept looking at Sam, motioning to him to provide her with some help. Her little brother took the laptop and Googled it for her. He found a diagram explaining exactly what it was and showed it to Dean.
"Holy Mother! I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to call you back." Dean hung up and stared at Sam. "What the Hell is that?"
That wasn't what she wanted. All she wanted was a simple little packet of pills. Dean's quest to have sex without getting pregnant turned out to be far more difficult than she had anticipated. If Dean ran the country, vending machines would be selling Yaz, IUD's would be free, and condoms would arrive in the mail. There wouldn't be a need for abortions because more than half of the country would probably be sterile. "This is bullshit! It's like the universe doesn't want me to have sex."
"Just wear a condom. I mean, have Cas wear one," Sam suggested.
"I guess," She sighed. Dean folded her arms over her chest and pouted. That was the option she wanted to avoid because her body was fresh and Cas was a virgin. All she wanted was to avoid babies. At the moment, she didn't like her uterus one bit. "Is this why so many chicks won't put out?"
"Uhh…" Sam looked away from Dean. He focused on the computer, closing the window of the pap smear because it was starting to make him uncomfortable. The entire situation was bizarre. Neither of the Winchesters had ever needed to think about these issues very deeply. They were the mysterious aspects of womanhood that got resolved without them ever having to worry about them too much. "It's not that big a deal, man. You wear condoms normally, don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah," Dean looked out of the top corner of her eye – the tale-tale sign of a liar. "Most of the time…"
Sam scrunched his nose. "Ugh, Dean. You better hope Artemis gives you a fresh male body when you get changed back."
Dean quirked her eyebrow at Sam and shrugged her shoulders. Manslut indeed.
They spent the rest of the day taking it easy. They both needed clean clothes, especially since they had gotten vampire blood all over each other the night before. Over the years, the Winchesters had perfected getting tough stains out of their clothing, or at least making them look as faint as possible. Their laundry was usually the stuff of horrors – caked with dirt, sweat, and blood. As their clothing spun around in machines at the laundromat, they shared sodas and sandwiches while listening to the radio. Sam found an abandoned magazine and began to read it to Dean with amusement. Her horoscope suggested that she should branch out from her usual routines.
"What's my usual routine, Sammy?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Hunting things?"
"Alright, no hunting for a whole day. Done."
Dean kept to her word and accompanied Sam to a historical house that had been turned into a museum. While Sam absorbed the culture and history, Dean could only wonder if it was haunted. They took a walk through the park after, sharing an uncommon feeling of relaxation. Dean loved hunting with Sam, but doing nothing and not worrying about anything supernatural was also surprisingly perfect. At one point, she leapt up and wrapped her arms around her brother's neck and brought him down to her level.
"What're you doin'?" Sam chuckled.
"Just checking something," Dean grinned. "How the Hell do you manage to make out with anyone? I'm pretty tall for a chick and you're still a monster in comparison."
Sam made a face and squirmed, "Cut it out."
"You know who was the perfect height for ladies?" Dean pointed at herself. "Me."
"Yeah, 'perfect' is a word I always associate with you."
"You know what's funny?"
"You clinging to me like a schoolgirl in public?"
"Your hair is longer than a chick's." Dean released Sam only after ruffling his mass of hair like he was a little boy. She ran off to look for something else to entertain herself as Sam followed behind her, neurotically trying to comb his dark, flowing locks back into place. From the distance, Sam heard Dean remark, "Damn hippy."
That night the Winchesters decided to check out a restaurant they had seen an ad for at the laundromat. It turned out to have an atmosphere more romantic than either of them liked, but the food was incredible. They ate so much delicious, heavy fare that they slept like babies.
"Sam. Sammy…"
Sam's eyes slid open slowly. He cried out and moved back into the headboard of his bed when he noticed his sister was sitting right next to him. She had been watching him sleep. "What? What are you doing in my bed?"
"My period's gone. Sammy, my period is gone," She smiled like a blonde maniac. "It's gone!"
"I-I'm happy for you?"
"I got another room. Don't call me for at least two days. I'll be on a sexcation."
"A – A what?"
"Sexcation," Dean sighed with impatience when Sam didn't catch her meaning. "Sex plus vacation? A vacation that involves having a lot of sex, and, well, nothing else."
Sam pulled the sheets over his body and made a face. He was hearing too much for his sanity. "Just go! Geez, already. And don't forget the condoms. Don't get pregnant."
The door seemed to shut even before Sam had finished his final sentence. The younger Winchester collapsed back into bed and attempted to go back to sleep. Oh, Brother. Meanwhile, Dean drove like a demon to the mall. She wasn't much for ceremony or romance, but this was Cas. This was her new virginity being given away, so she was going to make a little more effort to make it more special than a casual fuck. A part of her was excited not just because she was going to get laid, but also because the fates had given her a second chance.
The first time Dean had lost his virginity it had been to the first girl willing to have sex with him. It was so long ago and it hadn't really meant very much to him. Like so many boys, he had only wanted to boast and move on. This time, Dean had a chance to pretend like she was in a fairy tale of some kind. She had carefully selected the person that deserved to touch her for the first time. Castiel wasn't just 'some girl' and Dean wasn't a boy anymore.
She decided she was going to look her absolute best because Cas deserved it. Her first stop was the lingerie shop. At first, she was a little shy about going in, like a middle-aged man caught alone in the wrong section of the store that was either looking for his wife or pretending like he was lost. When she realized everything was meant for her, she barreled in like a kid in a candy store. It's all so beautiful. Surrounded by lace, satin, silk, thongs, bras, and panties that were okay for her to like, Dean felt naughty and overjoyed. She felt like a deep undercover agent.
Every time she looked at herself in the mirror in the fitting room, she was shocked by her own sex appeal. In the secrecy of the velvet room, she rocked out in undergarments of every hue. With a grin that had lasted the entire day, she told herself, "I would so fuck me."
"Hey, Can I ask you something?" Dean asked the cashier as she checked out. She tilted her head. "You think I need a haircut? Like, does this look kinda messed up to you?"
"It's very…unique," The woman answered.
Dean ran to the hairdresser, who fixed her hair. The man working on her commended her for her courage in trying to set her own style, but he suggested that maybe next time she should leave it to the pros. The man was so amused by Dean's energy that he styled her hair for free. "Thanks, Paulo."
The more she anticipated seeing Cas, the less she was able to contain herself. Honestly, it was getting to be a little ridiculous. She couldn't explain why she was so happy. She had to get through a large department store to get to the Impala, which was like one long obstacle course meant to trap women. She got offered samples of fragrances, a few of which she pocketed. Then, she was beckoned by the sirens of the makeup counters who had colors perfect for her skin tone and products on sale. The Hell is this? Stop talking to me, bitches.
"Hello, there! I love your hair," One of the sirens smiled, and successfully trapped Dean.
"Who me? Aw, uh, thanks," The Winchester grinned and touched her new fabulous hair. All incarnations of Dean were vulnerable to flattery.
"I can do your make up for you, if you want," The woman that addressed her was a little bit portly with a sleek long brown bob and gentle blue eyes. Dean considered it.
"I dunno… I've never… I've never worn makeup before." Her thoughts were conflicting. Would Cas like it? I like makeup on chicks, don't I? Recently, Dean had been so consumed with her new female body and her obsession over Castiel that she was starting to forget about what she used to think about. She wondered,if she put on makeup, would that make her gay? It seemed like a very gay thing to do. When she realized she'd spent most of her day fantasizing about a man and buying underwear, she decided she didn't care and sat in the chair. "Okay, I'll try it."
First, a brush passed across her cheeks and nose with incredible gentleness. Somewhere along male Dean's lifetime, he had been coached into believing that doing anything 'like a girl' was not-so-subtle code for being weak, incompetent, or somehow less important. Now that he was a woman, at her core, she understood that all of that thinking was completely unfounded. All the makeup in the universe could not turn Dean into anything other than a badass.
Dean liked that the woman wasn't pushy with selling her things. She made idle friendly chatter like they'd been friends for ages. She peppered Dean with compliments that were probably intended to butter her up, and yet, she seemed sincere. "You have such beautiful skin," She remarked, "And the cutest freckles."
"Thanks," Dean blushed. It was so strange to have a woman talk to her like this. This woman had no idea Dean was really a man. She wondered about how ordinary women talked to each other, and tried to emulate what she thought a woman would say. 'Liz,' as the pin on her chest identified her, thought Dean was amazing for having the courage to forgo makeup for her entire life. As she attended Dean, she got to talking about how she put on makeup as soon as she got up in the mornings so that she could fool her boyfriend into thinking that she was always beautiful. It was meant as a joke, but Dean thought her story was the most depressing shit she'd heard all day.
Her boyfriend must be an a-hole if she thinks she has to do that. Dean was a little bit pissed that such things happened. Men never thought like that. They woke up in the mornings feeling like they ruled the world, because they did. Dean rated Liz highly for being a tender soul with a patient disposition. This Liz character may not have had the most beautiful face, but she had a body that was voluptuous.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, actually. He's an angel," Dean answered without even thinking. Immediately after the words left her mouth, she realized she'd revealed too much, but it was too late to take it all back. What do you mean 'boyfriend?' Angel? You can't say you know angels in public, ya moron. Of course, Dean had forgotten that most people didn't know angels were real.
"Aw! That is so cute," The woman gushed, looking sincerely touched, "You're lucky. My boyfriend's kind of…More like a devil."
Oddly enough, their conversation was hitting rather close to home. "Be careful. My brother dated a bitch from Hell and that did not go down so well."
Liz laughed jovially, "You're funny."
The woman at the counter finished and revealed Dean's done-up face in the mirror. The difference was startling. "Whoa!"
"I hope that's a good reaction." Liz bit her lip.
"Whatever you did, it worked," Dean grinned. Dean's already lengthy eyelashes were made longer, her eyes were smoking, and she had fresh color on her cheeks, lips, and eyelids. Coupled with her bold, blonde haircut, she looked like she had just waltzed off of the cover of Vogue. Dean gave the woman money and walked away with some of that 'eye stuff' and a lip balm. She didn't really plan on using it much in the future, but she figured the woman deserved something for spending her time on her. The makeup lady had also reminded Dean that she really was absurdly lucky. She may have died more times than anyone walking around the planet today, but she had something other people didn't.
Dean had an actual angel. An angel had lifted him out of Hell and changed his life forever. Dean had gotten so used to being followed, adored, protected, and doted on that he had forgotten such a situation was extremely rare. He wouldn't be able to live without Cas now that he knew what it was like to have him.
After a bath in which she had been extra careful not to touch her face or hair, Dean got her game on. Why are you nervous? You've done this loads of times. It's gonna be fine. She slipped on her shiny, new undergarments and covered up with one of her yellow plaid shirts. She put on pants and paced around the motel room. She told herself she needed to snap out of it, grow a pair, and just call Castiel. As she paced, he appeared.
"Cas!" She glanced over to him, stunned.
"Oh, am I early? Should I leave? I… I didn't – " Castiel looked at the door. "I can just go."
As nervous as Dean was, Castiel was at least ten times more petrified. Dean leapt onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He supported her as she kissed him feverishly. "If you leave me now, I swear I will hunt you down."
Coming from Dean, Castiel knew it wasn't an idle threat. They settled onto the bed. As before, Dean was on top of him, leaving energetic kisses all over his lips, face, and neck as her hands worked on his clothing. The angel was unable to believe that it was all happening. It was too good to be true. Even greater worries settled over him. If it was real, Castiel had no idea what to do. His fear was evident in his stiffness.
Dean pulled back, staring down at him with her vivid, smoldering eyes, "What's up, Cas?"
With heart-rending trepidation, he avoided her eyes and answered quietly, "I'm afraid I won't be any good."
"Impossible," She replied instantly. She cradled his face in her hands, pressing their foreheads together. In that moment, she loved him more than she thought she could ever love anything else. She wanted to drive the fear right out of his tender blue eyes. "Even if you don't rock my world the first time, we can always try again…. and again…. and again."
As she spoke, she straddled him firmly. "Just try not to come in your pants again. 'Cause I want you in me."
She had no idea of the effect she had on him. Every single one of her words and actions provoked Castiel's worship of her. She loosened his tie far more gently than she had a few days ago and Castiel watched her with intensity. "You're wearing makeup," Castiel observed because he noticed everything concerning Dean. Cas' elation would be immeasurable when he realized it was all meant for him.
"Uh-huh," She huffed as she refrained from brutally ripping off all of the angel's clothing. "I did something else for you too."
She increased the space between them to unbutton her shirt slowly to reveal hints of a sleek emerald fabric that was trimmed with black lace details. When she cast aside her shirt, Castiel got an eyeful of cleavage supported in a push-up bra that had been selected because Dean thought it was vaguely reminiscent of something a saloon girl might have worn in the old West. She took off her pants to show Castiel the bra's matching companion. "I haven't even killed anything while wearing these yet," She admitted with what she believed was a grand romantic gesture, like taking a bath and combing her hair. "They're new."
For Dean, all of her efforts were monumental, even if they might have seemed small to other people. She rarely did anything thoughtful for anyone, but she would do a number of things for Castiel.
Even with all of his inexperience, the angel couldn't resist touching the beautifully clad, firm body in front of him. Castiel pulled her close and pressed feather-soft kisses along her ribs. The angel had heard her lewd prayers and had been both alarmed and excited by them. He understood that Dean wanted him desperately, and Castiel hoped he could show her exactly how much Dean meant to him. He glanced directly at her with his piercing blue eyes before he moved his mouth up to let his teeth drag briefly over the flesh of her breast as his fingers brushed over the lace adorning her rear. Suddenly, he hoisted her up and pushed her back into the bed. He loomed over her and then kissed her deeply. When Castiel took charge, the woman inwardly reeled. She did away with Castiel's bulky coat and solid blue jacket and squirmed beneath him. Castiel's talent was obvious. With very little practice, he had learned how to kiss her in a way that made her toes curl. Castiel kissed her like she was the only person in the world that mattered.
When they pulled apart, she was breathless and flushed. "Cas…" she whispered. How? She didn't know how he'd become so sexy in her eyes. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and glued her mouth to his neck. She got a hold of one of his hands and sucked his fingers. "I wanna show you something…it's called fingering."
Her hand guided his hand down her warm body to slip beneath her panties where she showed him how to caress her. She closed her eyes, allowing her long lashes to cast a shadow on her cheeks, and remembered how she had fantasized about this scenario only a few days ago. At first, Castiel was timid and unsure as he followed her direction. But, because he cared so deeply about giving her pleasure, Castiel gauged her every reaction and caught on quickly. He kissed and sucked her ear and the line of her jaw as he moved his fingers between her legs. Her steadily deepening breaths and her delicate, feminine cries provoked his arousal. Curiously, he penetrated her with a single digit. Her sharp moan and the way her arms flung around his body encouraged him to stroke her within.
"Yes. Just like…that…" she panted. Dean was remarkably sensitive. She was amazed by every electrifying sensation Castiel was able to stimulate within her. Her nails scratched over his back when Castiel's fingers moved more quickly and she made sounds of pleasure she didn't know she was capable of making. "Fuck, fuck."
She didn't want him to stop, but she also wanted to be completely full with him. "Wait, wait!" she sighed weakly. Deftly, she flipped their positions. She stripped him of everything but his loosely hanging shirt, reached for a condom, and strapped it on the angel with startling impatience. She discarded her moistened panties and climbed on top of Castiel who had been ready for her. Her lips ghosted over the angel's as she stroked him and guided his cock between her legs. In a movement that was painfully slow for the both of them, Dean sunk down.
She buried her face into the crook of his neck because it hurt more than she had anticipated it would. Barely perceivable whimpers filled Castiel's ears. The moment was surreal to her because Dean was so used to being on the other end. A current of sensations travelled through her body when she moved. She knew what it was like to be ridden, so she knew how to ride. She had promised to loosen some feathers, and that was exactly what she set out to do, despite the dull pain within her body.
The world around them gently peeled away and Castiel lost himself within her. His hands found her hips and squeezed. The fear he had harbored was nothing more than a distant memory. He did what he could to contain his orgasm, but it was difficult when he watched her chest heave and bounce, and when her face displayed a fierce determination to rule him as well as the arousing signs of her pleasure. Her intermittent, sloppy kisses provoked Castiel as much as anything else.
She uttered a sound of surprise and delight when Castiel rolled their bodies over and angled her hips up to thrust more deeply within her. She cried out and hooked her ankles around him. When he pinned her hands into the bed with unexpected intensity she grinned. "Yes, baby, harder. Harder!"
Castiel obeyed with a vigor that indicated his desire to satisfy her rivaled or even surpassed the Winchester's. The bed creaked beneath them and Dean moaned and cursed freely. Having the shy angel push into her passionately was ecstasy. She wanted Cas to come inside her like she'd never wanted anything.
"Cas, don't stop!" Every part of her wanted more. She bucked her hips to increase the friction between them. When her orgasm came she felt like she had slipped off the planet. She remained beneath him, with her body tingling and her face flushed. Castiel tore at the sheets as he reached completion. The angel felt light-headed and overwhelmed in the moments that followed.
When his eyes focused on his partner, she was gazing up at him with a form of adoration he had never witnessed before. They were sweaty, hot, and breathless. He settled down by her side and was immediately beset with loving kisses. "I wanna do it again. I want more of you," She trembled as she whispered to him affectionately. "I want you from behind…I want you to nail me to the wall. I want…"
Castiel pressed her roughly into the bed and covered her mouth with his own with a kiss that made her writhe beneath him. She was crazy, with a bottomless lust, and Castiel loved it.
