SPIRIT OF CHAMPIONS - Dean/Cas AU

It's not actually based on How to Train your Dragon, because I've never seen the movie. The striking resemblances in story lines is strictly a coincidence!

A.N. This chapter contains sexuality.


Chapter 9

Dean was dragged by his arm and shoved into his room, stumbling to his bed. John had arrived soon after Castiel left, fuming and cursing. Sam had been woken up too, and he had shared a very accusing and sympathetic look with his older brother. Dean wasn't sure which one he should have taken to heart, because Sam hadn't said anything to him.

"What in hell were you doing?" John was yelling. "You let the angel escape!"

Dean slunk back on his bed, feeling dizzy and his arm hurting.

"How could you disgrace me like that?" John went on. "Did the angel escape or did you free him, too?"

Dean said nothing.

"Answer me!"

"He was innocent," Dean muttered quietly, his eyes beginning to water.

"He was an angel, the enemy!" John retorted. "They are not innocent! I thought I could talk some sense into you, but it seems I was wrong." John moved to the door, sticking a think key into the lock on the outside. "You are to stay here from now on, until I decide otherwise. Your meals will be brought to you."

"Dad..." Dean protested.

"Learn your place, Dean." John snapped. "And learn your errors. I've got to go send a hunting party out after that damn angel now."

"Why can't you just leave him?" Dean pleaded, a tear finally slipping down his cheek.

John snorted. "Like I said, you must learn. Angels are to be killed on sight. This one must die like all the rest."

"No!"

"Goodnight, Dean." John said, and left the room. There was aloud click of the lock and the sound of footsteps receding.

Dean groaned in frustration and collapsed on his bed, face buried in his thick pillows. He pulled the angel blade out and threw it onto his writing desk with a loud clang. His fingers curled around the sheets as he raged quietly to himself about how unfair this was. It was madness. He knew his father and the guards he had hired. They'd find Castiel one way or another and strike him down without a thought, and now Dean was helpless to do anything.

He felt more tears falling from his eyes, dampening his cheeks and the pillow under his head. He thought back to that day by the bond, when he'd helped Castiel when he was injured. The next day when he'd actually had a proper conversation with him, and they'd raced through the meadow like a free bird and a wild horse, and laughed until Sam had shown up. Dean thought about running his fingers down silken feathers, the shudders and purring it had elicited from Cas, and his promise as a friend to keep him safe. It was all over, and so far away.

Maybe not. There was fluttering at his window and Dean froze, getting the unmistakable feeling of eyes peering at him. He turned over slowly, gaze moving to his window. A dark shape was crouched on his windowsill, two large shapes sitting out in the open air behind it.

'What...Cas?"

"Hello, Dean." Castiel said smoothly, stepping down to stand on the floor.

Dean actually giggled in relief, jumping up and running to hug the angel, thankful when Castiel immediately returned the embrace, head pressed against his.

"Jesus, I thought..." Dean stuttered. "I thought you hated me, weren't coming back."

Castiel squeezed him reassuringly. "I admit, I had my doubts. But I do trust you, Dean. I believed you."

Dean smiled and wiped at his wet cheeks, sniffing quietly without moving from Cas' arm embrace and the walls of feathers that had moved to circle them.

"You cried because of me?" Castiel asked, surprised.

Dean chuckled. "I thought I was never gonna see you again. I wasn't lying about finding you every day, though. Even if you hadn't shown up, I would still be in that forest every day, calling your name."

"I know," Castiel whispered next to his ear. "and I would have come, every time."

Dean beamed despite himself, the thought filling him with a warm feeling. "Cas, can I, uh, ask you a question?"

"Of course," Came the reply, and the two finally parted to look each other in the eye. Dean was vaguely aware of how Cas' wings still curled around his back as he spoke.

"Can you...uh, you know, feel emotions and stuff? Like love?" Dean blushed.

Castiel though, simply titled his head. "Anna tried to explain them to me many years ago, and I think...I think I must have felt something."

"Oh," Dean breathed, eyes falling to the floor. "Did you love her? Anna, I mean."

"No," Cas answered slowly. "She had a lover, but I was not him, and I did not wish to be. I could not feel love the way humans do."

Dean frowned, disappointment crossing his face. "Oh, I see."

To his surprise, Castiel moved then, coming to stand a few inches apart, his nose almost touching Dean's. His eyes were serious but soft. "Dean, that does not mean I don't feel it now."

Dean looked up at his stunning blue eyes, then his gaze fell to his lips, and Dean involuntarily licked his own. They were so close, and alone, and Castiel seemed more than willing.. His wings hugged Dean's back, pulling him in, holding him tenderly. Dean slipped his hands up Cas' arms and let them rest against his neck, pulling him in to close the gap.

Their lips pressed together softly and sweetly. It was chaste, Castiel still hugging Dean close as Dean rubbed his thumbs absently back and forth on Cas' skin, fingers playing with the dark hair at the back of his neck. Dean moved so they were standing with their chests pressed together, his hands slipping across Cas' broad shoulders and down his arms, lacing their fingers together.

When they parted, Castiel sighed and pressed their foreheads together. "I suppose I'm breaking some sort of rule by doing this."

"You and me, both." Dean said quietly.

Castiel shifted, wings wrapping fully and tightly around them, holding Dean close. "I don't find I care for it."

Dean only nodded in response, and their lips locked again. This time Dean angled his head, sliding their lips together. Castiel gladly followed his lead, a hand coming up to snake around Dean's waist. Eventually Dean managed to push his tongue past chapped lips and tasted the sweet, fresh taste of Castiel. Their tongues touched, making the angel shudder as they twined and danced inside his mouth.

"Dean..." he gasped.

Dean smiled and took Castiel's hand, kissing the knuckles before putting it just under the hem of his own shirt, a soft press against Dean's flesh. "It's okay, Cas."

Castiel kissed him hard again, hand sliding up across Dean's skin, making the human shiver. He moved his other hand up and under his shirt, both hands splaying across Dean's chest, and then Dean moaned. With a swift movement, Castiel moved back down and grabbed the hem of Dean's shirt, tugging it up over his head and discarding it on the floor. He eyed Dean's chest momentarily before being pulled back into a deep kiss.

Dean pulled back, a sudden loss of warmth, making Castiel actually whimper. Dean moved back and sat on his bed, smiling suggestively, holding out a hand for Cas to take. The angel did, happily, and felt Dean pull him forward until he was sitting on the bed. Dean moved to straddle his lap, hands sliding down the sides of Castiel's body. They stared at each other for a moment before Dean dived in for another greedy kiss, which Castiel gladly supplied.

He ran his smooth fingers up the arch of Dean's bare back and back down over his thighs, making another shiver course through his body. Dean started moving his hands back and his fingers began pulling at the string laces at the back of his shirt, one running up under each wing. He undid them skilfully, never parting lips as their tongues continued to dance together. Castiel's wings quivered as the laces finally came loose, and Dean slid the garment off his shoulders, falling to pool at his waist where Castiel's belt was still clasped.

Dean didn't bother with that right then, instead tracing the contours of the angel's chest and back, fingers stroking up along the wing joint. Cas gasped when Dean squeezed a clump of feathers near his shoulder, making Dean give him a sly smile.

"They really are sensitive, aren't they?"

Castiel nodded as Dean moved to kiss the corner of his mouth. "It feels..."

"Shh," Dean whispered against his lips. "It's alright."

The kissed passionately, Dean's hands roaming over every feather of Cas' wings before sliding back to his skin, stroking up and down his back. Cas moaned as Dean moved to kiss a trail of kissed down the angel's jaw before sucking at his pulse. The angel shivered, turning into a quivering mess as Dean slid his fingers through his feathers again. Castiel dug his nails into Dean's back, making Dean pause, panting against Cas' neck as the angel drew shapes sensually with his fingers along his shoulder blades.

Dean moved his mouth back to Cas', sliding even closer in his lap and titling his head. His hands moved back to the angel's sides, stroking up and down over the skin. Dean subtly let one hand slide lower, tracing the belt at Cas' waist. He moved around the back and found the clasp, undoing it silently. Castiel seemed to have noticed but didn't react as Dean pulled the leather away and dropped it to the floor. Instead, Castiel followed his lead and tangled his fingers into the buckle of Dean's belt, pulling him closer as he removing it.

Castiel leaned until he was lying on his back, wings outstretched and hanging limp over the edge of the bed. Dean gave Cas a chance to shimmy further up the bed before crawling up on top of him, rubbing their bare chests together. Dean let his hands move down and slide Castiel's robe off his hips, letting them fall to the floor with the rest of the clothes. Now the angel wore nothing but his black underpants, bulging at the front. Dean made quick work of sliding his own pants off, dragging his underwear with them, and he was naked, pressing his own arousal against Castiel's.

The angel moaned, his mouth hanging open at the friction, and he tugged his last remaining clothing item off, finally feeling skin on skin at every point of his body. Dean rocked his hips slowly, lips moving against Cas' in a slow slide of tongues and flesh. Castiel moved with each thrust of Dean's hips, feeling the heat and sensation with each touch. He arched his back off the bed as his hardness rubbed against Dean's hip. Eventually, Dean snaked a hand down between them and brushed a finger up his length, drawing a moan of pleasure from Castiel.

"Dean, I don't know..."

Castiel was cut off as Dean swallowed his words, fingers curling around his cock. "Make love to me, Cas." Dean breathed, mouthing along the angel's neck and down. "I want to feel you." He sucked at the skin between neck and shoulder as Castiel gasped in pleasure, hands holding Dean's sides as he stroked down his length. His wings twitched and fluffed with each touch.

Castiel finally managed to nod and rolled them over, trapping Dean's hand against his stomach as he attacked his mouth hungrily. He'd never done this before, he was an angel after all, but for Dean, he was eager, wanting. If Dean wanted to feel him, Castiel would oblige. He kissed down Dean's chest, thumbs brushing across the skin and hardened nipples as he went, until he stopped to press a lingering kiss to Dean's stomach. This was all new to the angel, and yet he knew what he was doing, and knew Dean was loving it, loving him.

Castiel kissed his way back up, sucking his neck momentarily, listening to Dean's ragged breathing and whispered pleas for more. "Dean, I don't know how you wish to do this."

"I want..." Dean swallowed dryly. "On my back. I want to see you."

Castiel nodded and lifted off, supporting himself by his hands on either side of Dean's head. He found the nearest liquid he could find, a jug of water at Dean's bedside table, and slicked his fingers in it. Even without experience, Cas knew water wasn't thick enough, so he'd have to take more time preparing so as to not hurt Dean. He moved his hand lower to circle Dean's entrance before slowly pushing in with one finger. Dean gasped in ecstasy and his fingers curled into the bed sheets.

One finger became two, and Castiel was thorough, eventually scissoring his fingers when he felt Dean was slick enough. Dean was panting, muscled arms tensed so he didn't thrust prematurely. His cock was painfully hard now, and he couldn't wait to feel Cas fully inside him. Dean wet his own fingers and rubbed them up and down Cas' cock to slicken him up, and the angel breathed shakily. Castiel pushed three fingers in and out, and Dean lost his train of thought. In fact, he didn't even think he could keep a thought straight in his head anymore.

"Cas...please..."

Castiel kissed him chastely on the lips as he slid his fingers out. Pushing Dean's legs further apart, he slid between them as his wings flared in excitement. He nudged his cock against Dean's entrance.

"Tell me if you wish to stop."

Dean nodded slowly, eyes glazed as he watched Castiel move. The angel slid forward, pushing in slowly, watching Dean's mouth open, releasing a soft moan. Castiel pushed forward without pausing until he was fully sheathed inside Dean, gasping as he felt tight heat around his length. Dean was still underneath him, revelling in the feeling of Castiel inside him.

"You can...move." Dean groaned deeply.

Castiel obliged, rocking his hips forward to pull a moan from his lover, and another and another as he set up a rhythm. Dean's legs wrapped around Cas' waist, pulling him down so he could plant a messy kiss on his swollen lips. The new position made Dean gasp into his mouth as he nailed his prostate with each thrust. Dean clung to him, nails scratching across the angel's back as he took him harder and deeper. Cas' wings flexed and fluttered with each movement. Wanting to help relieve Dean, Castiel traced his fingers down Dean's stomach until he came to his cock, and gently ran his finger down the length and up underneath.

"Holy hell, Cas!" Dean cried, eyes screwing shut at the sensation, arching up to press their bodies together. He was close, so close.

Castiel stroked his cock with delicate fingers, squeezing occasionally to get another moan from the writhing human underneath him. His own thrusts inside Dean lost some rhythm as he picked up the pace, matching each stroke with a thrust. He was losing it, panting against Dean's cheek, feeling Dean's own breaths on his neck.

One more long stroke and Dean came with a whimper, releasing wet moisture over both their stomachs before collapsing on the bed, panting. The clench of Dean's body pulled Castiel over too, and he shot Dean full of warmth, his body tense and tight as he thrust weakly through the aftershocks. Castiel fell to lay on top of Dean, slipping out after catching enough air in his lungs.

They both glistened with sweat, breathing hard and fast, spent cocks pressed into each other's hips as they lay together. Dean rolled them over so Cas was on his back and Dean way lying half on top of him, face pressed against the angel's shoulder. Castiel circled Dean with his arms, one hand on his lower back and the other ruffling his hair. His quivering black wings came and covered them in a blanket of silken feathers, a soothing feeling against Dean's skin, and he sighed.

"Cas, that was amazing."

The angel nodded. "I agree."

Dean snuggled closer, enjoying the breathing from his lover, the warmth of his body and the soft brush of wings against his back as they breathed. He let his eyes close, enjoying the bliss of finally making love to Castiel, the angel who had turned his world upside down while still made him fall in love with him. Unfortunately, all that did was remind Dean that Castiel would have to leave, and Dean would be left alone.

"My father's sending a hunting party out after you." Dean whispered after a long moment of silence.

Castiel tensed. "I have to leave, don't I?"

"It would be..." Dean bit back a whimper. "For the best. He'll kill you if he finds you."

"He could easily find me in here, with you," Castiel retorted, hugging him closer. "Then he would really be upset to know I deflowered his son."

Dean frowned, eyes opening. "How do you know...?"

"I could sense it," Castiel rubbed his hand up and down Dean's sweat slick back. "It's alright, Dean. I am glad you chose me."

Dean smiled a little despite himself. "Cas, please. Just be safe. When morning comes, take off, escape."

"I don't want to leave." Castiel admitted."I want to stay here with you."

Dean winced, a pain growing his chest. "I know, I want that too. But I also want you to live."

"What is there for me to live for?" Castiel said bitterly. "I live every day in exile from humans and from my own kin. What am I without you now?"

"Free." Was Dean's only reply.

"Free...?"

Dean nodded against his shoulder. "Free to live without fear, without heartbreak. You're an angel, you don't need emotions, or me. You have freedom, and free will. Find something to fight for. Hell, stop that Raphael guy if you want, just find something to believe in."

Castiel buried his face in Dean's hair. "I already have."