Dean honestly, literally, could not believe it.
Of course, a couple of seconds later he realized that this had to be really uncomfortable for Cas, and immediately scrambled to climb off of him and stand up. Castiel sat frozen the entire time, and Dean was pretty sure he could see that his face was red in the low light.
"I, uh, really needed to get those rocks repainted so I could see better." Cas mumbled, completely ignoring the question. He stood, avoiding Dean's eyes the entire time. "I, I think I should go back to my bedroom now."
"Cas, wait!" Dean said, heart practically jumping out of his chest with alarm as Cas began to move, his target clear: get away from the situation. But Dean knew that if he didn't find out now, he would talk himself out of mentioning anything by the morning and the time to find out may never come.
Dean's hand wrapped around Castiel's arm, stopping him from walking away.
"What is it?" Castiel asked, calmly. He was still refusing to meet Dean's eyes.
"Do you like me?" Dean blurted, before he could lose his nerve. Cas turned to him, head tilting a little in confusion. Dean knew he had to elaborate; Cas didn't understand metaphors well. "I mean like, in a romance sort of way. Did I just...?" He gestured vaguely to Cas's body.
"That's..." Cas looked panicked, and Dean knew that he had his answer.
"You do, don't you?" He demanded, an odd mixture of happiness, relief, and frustration at his inability to distinguish that before now started to brew in his stomach. He let out a long sigh, trying to get up courage to do what came next.
He moved one of his hands to Castiel's neck, the hand that had been gripping his arm dropping to snake around his waist, pulling him close. His eyes flickered to Cas's lips and stayed there, licking his own in preparation. He looked back up to Cas's wide, lust-blown eyes. He could feel Cas's wings wrap around his back, as if cuckooning them from the rest of the world.
"Cas." He said, leaning forward just a little bit. Cas didn't move, seemingly frozen by the situation. "Can I kiss you?"
Suddenly, their lips were pressed together. It took Dean a moment to piece together that Cas had kissed him , but once he did, he began to enthusiastically respond. His lips pressed back and his body pushed Cas's against the wall, tongue darting out to trace Cas's bottom lip.
Cas let out a small whine, mouth falling open and tongue tentatively meeting Dean's. Dean gave a small growl of pleasure before he began to slowly trace out the inside of Cas's mouth, hungry for his taste. Castiel let out a small noise of approval, his hands fisting in Dean's hair and giving a rough tug. Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so triumphant, or a person had tasted so damn good .
Cas's hips bucked against him, and Dean made a small, comforting noise. Cas's wings flared out, feathers touching the walls. Dean moved his hands from their former positions and buried them in Cas's beautiful, soft feathers, loving it when Cas gasped against his lips.
"Wait!" Cas cried, shoving him off.
Dean backed up immediately, feeling frazzled and confused, but letting Cas take his time.
"Did... Did I go too fast?" Dean asked, for future reference. Well, assuming there would be future reference. Cas did kiss him, but that didn't necessarily mean that he wanted to have a relationship. He could have just been curious, or gotten swept up in the moment, or...
"You're leaving." Cas said, quietly. "You're going to go. I just... I don't know if I want to be physically intimate with someone, the first person I've ever been attracted to, and then have them leave in four days. I... I don't think I can handle that, Dean."
"I.. I'm sorry." Dean said, softly. But he knew that it was true. There were too many people that would come looking for him once he was gone, the fae would never risk exposing themselves to all of his friends just to keep him around, even though he would stay in a heartbeat if he could.
"I know." Cas said, sounding defeated.
"I would stay, if I could. And I'm not saying this because I think it's going to change your mind or anything, but," Dean said, realizing he was blathering on and trailing off a bit before continuing, "I really like you, Cas. And everything about this place. I would stay."
"I..." Castiel looked torn, and his wings folded down against his back, as if finally getting the memo that he wasn't going to have any relations at the moment. "Goodnight, Dean. We'll talk in the morning." Castiel said, sounding defeated. Dean nodded, knowing that there would be no way he could fall asleep again.
"Goodnight, Cas." He said, in a small voice. Cas turned and walked back into his own bedroom, and Dean slowly made his way back to the couch.
Damn. He felt like an idiot.
He closed his eyes, trying not to let everything that had just happened get to him. Cas was his friend, and even if they couldn't be more, that would never change.
He slowly, to his surprise, drifted off to sleep.
Castiel, on the other hand, remained awake. His head was spinning. He had a huge pile of emotions that wouldn't stop chasing each other around and biting each other in the ass.
Of three things he was absolutely certain.
One, Dean Winchester was a vampire. Two, there was a part of him-
Wait, I'm sorry. This fanfiction isn't a piece of shit, we'll get back on track now.
He loved Dean. That, he knew. He knew that Dean loved him back. He knew that, should they get together, he would be happy with Dean. But he wasn't sure if Dean would be able to be happy with him once everything came to pass.
What about two years from now? Sure they could call each other on the phone, but how long before Dean wanted something more? How long before Dean was intent on having the pleasures of the flesh, whether with Castiel or with someone else? The thought of having Dean leave him, knowing that it would most likely happen eventually if they started this, had Cas's throat tightening and his head spinning. He didn't want to think about it.
On the other hand, how long had Cas been thinking so far ahead? This may be his only chance at finding somebody he truly connected with. He couldn't see himself ever falling in love again, not after this, not after the way Dean's hand fit into his perfectly and his laugh made Cas's insides quiver with joy.
Anyone else who Castiel could even begin to like would pale in comparison. He would never feel as strongly about someone as he felt for Dean Winchester, no matter how short their time together had been so far.
Although he wanted to ignore that and say it was a bad idea, he knew that being with Dean was something he wanted to do. Castiel couldn't think of a single person he would rather give his virginity to, nor could he think of a single person that would make it as good for him as Dean would.
Maybe they could just... ignore the time? Maybe they could be together for a little while, without worrying about what would happen when Dean was gone. Maybe these next three days could be Castiel's chance at having a romantic history, and one with a man whom he really and truely loved. Sure it was setting himself up for heartbreak, but he couldn't resist.
It was like buying a pet that wouldn't live as long as you. You know it's going to die, but the pain is worth it for the time it'll be there.
So, Castiel decided. Tomorrow, he would propose that they have a physical relationship while Dean was here, and leave whether or not they'd continue to have an emotional one afterwards up to Dean himself. Castiel just wanted to be able to have him while he still could; that wasn't too much to ask, was it?
He spent the rest of the night awake and musing, not tired at all and generally nervous for his proposition tomorrow.
Dean sat in the kitchen, watching Castiel make breakfast. His stomach was all twisted up into knots over everything that had happened, and he didn't even want to think about what Cas might be thinking. Maybe he was going to tell Dean to go and stay at Balthazar or Gabriel's house; maybe he thought seeing him after this would be too painful.
Dean could hardly stand the thought. Castiel was his friend , dammit, he didn't want to lose him any sooner than he had to.
"I've come to a conclusion." Cas said, finally, breaking the silence that had hung over the two of them like a thundercloud waiting for the opportunity to pour down. He set a bowl in front of Dean. "Eat."
Dean took a couple of bites, and Castiel sat down across from him, looking a little bit nervous. He had a very small bowl himself, but didn't seem to have much of an appetite.
"So..." Dean said, once they were both finished. Castiel looked down at his hands, which lay folded in front of him at the table. Dean felt like he was ready to explode from the tension and curiosity building up in him.
"I would like to have a deeper relationship with you. Physically." Castiel said, his blue eyes darting up to meet Dean's. Dean felt relief go through him; he wasn't getting kicked out!
"You... Want to kiss again?" He asked, hopefully. Castiel nodded.
"I would like to do more than that. I- I know you have to leave eventually, but I believe that the benefits of having the relationship we both desire now will outweigh the cons of having to break it off. That being said," Castiel paused, taking a breath. "I would like to continue our relationship emotionally for as long as possible after you leave. I don't want to hold you back though, and I understand that there are things I can't offer you here that another partner could."
"What are you saying?" Dean asked, still trying to fight off the rush of "FUCK YES", because this was still serious.
"I'm saying that whether the relationship continues emotionally or not is up to you. I'm open to anything." Castiel informed him, looking down. Dean knew he was waiting for an answer, and it didn't take much time for him to give one.
"Fuck yes, Cas." He said, reaching out to grab the other's hand. "Listen, I know I may never have done anything like this before, and I may be shit at actually making a real relationship work, but I have never cared about anyone as much as I care about you. I want to try and make this work afterwards, as much as I can."
"I would like that." Castiel said, his lip forming up into a half-smile. Dean used his arm to yank him forward as far as possible, leaning over the table himself to give Cas a firm kiss on the lips. He felt a wonderful, warm, blooming feeling begin in his very soul; god, kissing Cas was something that he could get used to.
Cas pulled away after a minute, lips shining and pupils blown despite the light coming in through the small window carved in the tree. He smirked.
"We do have some things to talk about, however. I believe our species' genitalia is slightly different. Is that going to be an issue?"
Dean could remember Cas saying this before, so it didn't come as much of a shock now. Actually, that was something they had to think about. He really hoped that their bodies were compatible...
"Well then, I guess it's time for show and tell. Does that sound good to you?" Dean questioned. Castiel paused, thinking for a second before he soundly nodded his head.
"Do you want to take this into the living room? I should probably lock the door anyways, Gabriel has the bad habit of coming in unannounced..." Castiel mumbled, getting up from the table. Dean followed him into the living room, feeling his cock beginning to rise in interest at the thought of the coming activities.
Castiel locked the door and Dean sat himself down on the couch, palming his erection for a few moments through his jeans. If Cas was ready for a show-and-tell, he was going to give him a show.
Cas turned around, and his eyes trained on Dean, watching what he was doing. He quickly scrambled over to the couch, sitting down beside him, eyes still glued to Dean's hand where it moved against himself. Dean let out a small, choked moan for Castiel's enjoyment.
Castiel rewarded him by tearing his eyes off of Dean's hand and leaning forward to press a slow, hot kiss to his lips. Dean's hand stopped moving in surprise as Cas's tongue tentatively asked for entrance, ever the fast learner that he is.
Somehow, they ended up sprawled across the couch, making out and rutting against each other like teenagers. Dean finally got his head together and pulled away, sitting up and panting. Castiel sat up too, looking at Dean for further instruction.
"Main event." Dean teased, winking at him. His hands struggled down to his pants, his cock now throbbing painfully in it's confines as he slowly struggled to get his button undone and his zipper out.
Finally, he reached into his underwear, leading his cock out into the open air.
Castiel's gaze was absolutely predatory as he took in the sight, looking at everything Dean had to offer with a mixture of lust and curiosity.
"May I?" He questioned, holding out a hand. Dean knew what he was offering, and his dick gave a throb in response, but he forced himself to shake his head.
"Not until you're out, too. I want to see what you look like." Dean said. Although he was pretty sure there could be anything vaguely penis shaped in Cas's pants right now and he wouldn't care.
Cas opened up his skirt-thing, letting the sides of it fall to the couch. He slipped off the thin layer of cloth underneath, agonizingly slowly, and Dean watched with rapt attention as he did so.
It looked close enough to a human penis that Dean knew they would be able to work together, which was a relief. It also, however, had some things that made Dean intrigued.
It was a pale, soft green, like that you find in plants. It stood entirely straight, no curve to it, although a clear fluid was visible to be leaking from the tip. It had no real "head", and was actually a little thinner towards the top, but thicker than the average cock overall. It had bumps on it the size of Dean's finger tips, raised no more than what would have been approximately half a centimeter off of it, by human standards. He was about half an inch shorter than Dean, so probably about six inches long.
"You're beautiful." Dean reassured him. It was going to take some getting used to, but he was looking forward to finding out how Cas's body worked. Even though it was different, it didn't matter to him.
"Thank you. Can I please touch you now?" Castiel asked, stubbornly. Dean chuckled at the impatience in his voice, nodding his head.
Castiel tentatively reached out with his hands, eyes glued to Dean's face as one of them wrapped around the base of his dick.
"There isn't anything I need to know about your anatomy, is there?" Castiel asked, beginning to pump his hand up and down. "Spots to avoid? Sweet spots?"
Dean almost couldn't form a coherent answer. Cas's hand moving like that; at a medium pace, dragging along his skin, setting every cell in his body on fire as he slowly worked Dean over... It was almost maddening.
"The head is sensitive." Dean warned. He was surprised a few moments later by Cas pressing his thumb down gently onto the head, swiping over it and smearing a bead of precum away. Dean responded by letting his hips give a small buck.
"It's so... soft." Castiel purred, his voice literal sex. Dean felt his dick throb in Cas's hand, and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the couch.
He began to rock his hips into Cas's hand, slowly and surely fucking up into his fist, encouraging Cas to move a little faster. His dick felt hot, so hot, swollen and just ready to burst... Dean hadn't gotten much alone time lately, and it had been at least a week since the last time he'd been able to jack off. This combined with what Cas was doing now meant that the feeling was absolutely heavenly.
"How the hell are you so good at this?" Dean demanded, one of his hands moving to clutch at Cas's arm. Cas's brow furrowed in concentration. Dean moaned out as Cas gave a small squeeze. "Fuck, Cas!"
"Would you like me to go faster?" Cas purred. Dean almost said no; finishing so quickly would be embarrassing, but Castiel was damn good at what he was doing and Dean just felt so full...
"God, yes. Please." He said, hips continuing to cant off of the couch. He let out a long moan as Cas sped up, moving his wrist in small twists that had Dean absolutely wrecked. He sped up the pace a little bit more, hand moving up and down up and down up and down, until...
Dean felt a heat pool in his stomach and finally, and, like a rubber band that had finally reached it's breaking point and snapped in two, he came, and came hard.
The pleasure turned his vision white, and he was breathing hard as Cas continued to pump, letting every last drop come out and then some, milking him until Dean was sensitive and soft. Dean let out a long moan of Cas's name as he came, knowing that Cas would love it.
"Did I do something wrong?" Cas eventually asked, looking confusedly down at the mess on his hand. Dean was still high on his post-orgasm hormones, so it took him a little while to form a coherent answer.
"What? No, of course not. That was..." Dean searched for a good adjective, and failed. "That was literally the best orgasm I've had in months."
"It was short, though." Castiel said, looking confused.
"No, that was pretty long as far as orgasms go. Have you... have you never had an orgasm?"
"Well, no, but that's beside the point. I was told orgasms from the lower region tend to last two to three minutes. And the ejaculate is delivered much... slower." Castiel said, looking at the cum cooling on his hand with vague interest. Dean's dick, despite having just emptied itself, twitched as Cas's tongue darted out to lick off a small bit of it.
"From the lower region? One to two minutes?" Dean asked, feeling overwhelmed. "Clearly there are some differences between how our bodies deal with orgasms."
"Oh, right." Cas said, looking satisfied. "So, it was satisfying? I preformed the function correctly?" He questioned, smiling at Dean. Dean nodded his head.
"That was more than satisfying. It was damn amazing." Dean said, his mind then backtracking. "So wait, what did you say about 'lower region' orgasms?"
"Oh, that's right. You wouldn't know; humans don't have wings." Castiel said. "Well, actually, our wings have a sort of orgasm. They produce a yellow, pollen-like substance that we use to impregnate our females with. Our... our 'cocks', as you would put it, serve no actual use other than pleasure."
"Seriously? So you're saying that you can have two different types of orgasms?" Dean asked, getting a little excited. Hell yeah, he wanted to see that.
"Yes, all fae can." He said, giving Dean a small nod. Dean leaned over and connected their lips, the kiss quickly turning heated again as their tongues dueled for dominance. Dean won out easily in lieu of Cas's inexperience, but Cas didn't seem to mind.
"Cas, can I touch your wings?" Dean mumbled against his lips. Cas pulled away, eyes dark, and nodded his head. Dean slowly moved his hands forward, shaking the slightest bit, to move into Cas's feathers.
Cas let out a low groan, his head dropping backwards. Seeing the opportunity, Dean lunged forward, attaching his lips to Cas's neck and leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses along his heated skin. Dean's hands began to move in Cas's feathers, gently going up and down, digging deeper into their soft folds, listening to the small noises Cas made...
Cas's feathers leaned eagerly into Dean's touch, his wings trembling under the treatment. Dean smirked against Cas's skin, loving that he had this effect on the fairy.
"D-Dean..." Cas gasped out, feathers spreading to give him more room to work.
Dean turned to stradle Cas, hands leaving his feathers briefly to find purchase on his shoulders. Castiel let out a small moan at the loss, immediately trying to push his wings back into Dean's hands as he lost the touch. Dean let out a small chuckle, deciding to have some fun with this.
"Cas, do you want me to mark you up? Leave some hickeys on your shoulders so everyone can tell whose hands have been all over you?"
"God yes." Cas breathed out, tilting back his neck again. Dean's hands buried back in his feathers as his lips moved to Cas's neck, biting and sucking and licking all along the expanse of his skin. Cas made little noises the entire time, moans and groans and pants. Dean loved the sounds he made.
"Oh god, Dean." Cas said, moving his neck, stretching it as far as it could go. When Dean was satisfied with his work on one place, he detached his lips and moved a couple of inches down, placing another one there. Along his collar bone, up to his shoulders, fingers working in Cas's feathers the entire time to try and get him as worked up as he possibly could.
"Faster." Cas begged, hips canting upwards and grinding against Dean. Even though it was still too soon for Dean to get hard again, he still loved the attention, and feeling Castiel's achingly hard cock pressed up against his thigh. Cas's hands came to rest against his hips, and Dean let out a smile.
"Do you like this, Cas?" Dean asked, pointedly going just a little faster with his hands. Cas nodded his head and gave an enthusiastic moan of Dean's name, too far gone to really respond with more than that. Dean gave a small, breathy laugh, pressing a kiss to his swollen lips, soft and gentle despite the brutal pace of his hands.
"Do you want to cum? Will you cum for me, Cas?" Dean asked sweetly, whispering the words into Cas's ear.
Suddenly, with a mighty shake, Cas's wings flew out. A soft, yellow powder came from in between the feathers, covering Dean's hands in the soft substance. It kept coming and coming for about twenty seconds, Cas gasping for air and his face twisted into the picture of pleasure the entire time.
As soon as it stopped, Cas's entire body relaxed. He was panting and spent, and Dean's hands were covered in the pollen.
He brushed his hands together, and it floated off like dust.
"Was that okay?" He asked. Castiel nodded his head, still breathing a little uneven. Dean loved to see him so worked up, even still. "Good, because I'm only halfway done."
Before Cas could even react, Dean scooted off of his lap. His knees hit the floor, stinging a little from the impact, but that didn't really matter. No, he was entirely focused on the task before him. Castiel's voice came from above, "What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna suck you off. Is that okay?" He asked, leaning forward and taking hold of Cas's length.
"I- Yes, that's... I've just... I've heard the first orgasm from your genitals can be very overwhelming. Don't be surprised if I accidentally buck up. I don't want you to choke."
"You act like this is my first time sucking dick." Dean said, rolling his eyes in response. Castiel shrugged and leaned back, allowing Dean to look at everything he had to offer, giving him reign to do whatever he wanted.
"You know, you're allowed to touch me, Cas," Dean said, blushing a little. "I actually really like having my hair pulled when I'm doing shit like this."
Cas listened to the instructions, fingers tentatively carding through Dean's hair as he prepared for what was to come.
Dean leaned forward and slowly licked a stripe up his cock, getting a a feeling for the taste of it. It was perhaps a little cooler than a human's, firmer all the way through, and the added texture was a bonus. It tasted flat-out sweet, like honey.
"Damn, Cas, I could suck you off all day long." Dean purred, giving Cas's cock a generous lick again. Cas made a small noise of approval, apparently on board with the idea. Dean grinned as he took the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly there out of habit more than anything.
It was, apparently, the right thing to do. Castiel let out a long moan, his fingers actually tightening in Dean's hair. He gave a light, encouraging pull, and Dean felt his own interest peak. His dick was apparently back to the place where he could get hard again, because Cas pulling his hair and moaning like that was doing things to him.
Dean took the next couple of inches with ease, slowly beginning to bob his head. His eyes drifted up to watch Cas's muscles bunch and tense as his lips went back and forth, looking up through his eyelashes to meet Cas's smoldering eyes.
Dean tried to take him all the way back and failed, tears coming to his eyes as he choked a little. Cas made a small noise of concern, using his hold on Dean's hair to pull him back. Dean almost resisted, but he let it happen, coughing a little.
"Dude, I'm fine. I just tried to do that the wrong way. I've done it before and I know I can, you just worry about having a good time." He tried to insist. Castiel's resolve wavered, but he didn't loosen his hold.
"Alright, but be careful. I may be getting pleasure from this, but that doesn't mean you have to push yourself." He reminded him. Dean really and honestly appreciated his concern, but he also wanted Cas's dick back in his mouth right the fuck then.
Cas relented and Dean immediately went back to his task, sinking down and taking five inches with ease. He gave himself a little more time to relax before he took the extra inch, slowly sliding down to let Cas's dick hit the back of his throat, until he was right up against Cas.
Dean let out a slow, low moan, sending vibrations up Cas's cock. Cas made the most beautiful, surprised noise, giving Dean's hair a strong tug as he did so. His wings were puffed out in arousal again, and the hickeys peppered across his neck and collar bone gave Dean a nice sight to look at.
A layer of sweat glistened on Cas's skin. Dean continued to work him with everything he had, head bobbing up and down, occasionally stopping to pull off and lick at one specific area.
One thing Cas did have, however, was balls. Dean took the presented opportunity then, reaching up to play with them while he mouthed at Cas's shaft.
Cas was trembling again, muscles tensed as he watched Dean play with him, taking extra care to make sure no part of him was left out. Castiel rewarded him with little tugs of his hair that left Dean getting hard again, as if he were a teenager and this was his first time.
"You're... You look so beautiful." Castiel encouraged, his hips giving a small push without his permission. Dean took it in stride, taking more of him than he had before easily. He smirked a little, or would have, had there not been a dick in his mouth.
Dean sucked harder, increasing the pace of his bobbing. Castiel's dick began to throb in his mouth, sending small spurts of sweet-tasting precum down his throat. Castiel looked like he was just barely clinging onto the edge; his skin shone with sweat, his wings were still covered in pollen, his knuckles white where they clutched Dean's hair and his balls tight...
Dean thought that not even a god himself could make Castiel look any less appetizing than he did in that moment.
Dean gave one final suck that pushed Cas over the edge.
It seemed to go on forever. Cas's hips bucked at a steady rate, essentially fucking Dean's mouth, his hands tightening in Dean's hair and pulling. He kept going, fluid trickling steadily out of his dick and into Dean's mouth, for what felt like forever. The loud moans and shouts of Dean's name were absolutely magnificent, and seeing him practically arching off the couch for so long, pleasure flowing through him, hair tossed and lips swollen and the way his shaft just kept throbbing in Dean's mouth...
Dean came too, untouched, his dick shooting small spurts of cum onto his shirt. He gave a long moan, sending vibrations up Cas's oversensitive cock.
Cas still continued for a good twenty seconds after Dean, eyes closing and body slumping, hands falling out of Dean's hair when he was done. Dean was pretty sure he'd lost a couple of chunks, but it was definitely worth it.
Once he was finally done, Dean chuckled, letting his softening dick fall from his lips.
"How was that?" He asked.
"The most amazing sensation I've experienced in my 150 years of life." Castiel teased, his limbs still jelly.
Dean crawled up on the couch next to him, taking a few moments beforehand to shed his clothes. He wouldn't need them for what was gonna happen next.
He let himself relax for a few moments before grabbing Cas and pulling him up, supporting him a little bit as he forced him to walk.
"What are you doing?" Castiel asked, letting out a yawn. Dean smiled, pressing a kiss to his sleepy boyfriend's temple.
"I'm taking you to bed. We could both use a nap." Dean said, feeling tired as fuck from the most sexual activity he'd had in... God only knew how long.
It didn't take long to unceremoniously dump Castiel into his bed, pulling the covers out from under him and then placing them over his arm. Cas immediately grabbed a hold of them and rolled over, hogging them close.
Dean crawled in beside him, snuggling up beside a warm body.
He had a feeling this was gonna be one of his best nights in weeks.
Please comment! Tell me how I did. Also, you may be interested in knowing I have started a new story to work on just in my spare time, called "Caged". I personally really like the idea for that fic (Snow-leopard shifters, a/b/o dynamics, there will be a great deal of smut) so if you're interested, check it out!
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