Chapter Eleven
After discussing their plans briefly, Dean mainly staying silent and pushing his fork around his plate, they consecutively decide to visit Chuck, knowing (or perhaps hoping) that he might have more answers, more knowledge of the future that will help them.
Chuck doesn't seem to be surprised to see them, already holding three beers in his hand, offering it out to them, only Dean taking one. Chuck keeps the other two, sits down heavily on the chair and starts gulping one down.
"See, I knew you two wouldn't have one but I thought I'd be polite anyway," Chuck sighs.
"We're here to talk to you about Lucifer," Castiel says.
Chuck looks up at him, "Castiel, I know that already."
"Can you not be an ass and just answer him?" Dean snaps.
Chuck looks from Castiel to Dean and back again, letting his exasperated eyes finally rest on Castiel's, "You realise this is really fucking weird right? And really awkward? Like, all kinds of weird?"
Castiel sucks in a breath, realising that Chuck is a prophet.He had saw Future Dean's presence before them, signifying that he sees that Dean too which ultimately means he knows exactly what Castiel has done with him, what he's been getting up to. Chuck has seen it all. Castiel feels himself shake his head, his cheeks burning.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Dean asks angrily, his own cheeks reddening and Castiel figures that Dean must assume Chuck is talking about what happened with them last night, not that Castiel had been having sex with Dean's future self.
"Nothing," Castiel adds, "He's not talking about anything, are you Chuck?"
Chuck rolls his eyes but agrees, "Nope, not talking about anything, alcohol goes right to my brain you know, makes me ramble about nothing."
"Right," Sam frowns, "Then perhaps we should come by later when you're not, er, 'rambling'."
"No, stick around, ask me your questions," Chuck groans.
"Wow Chuck, you seem really excited to help us stop the end of the world," Dean plasters a fake smile.
Chuck rolls his eyes, "Do you have any idea how annoying it is to be a prophet? Do you realise that I have already dreamt this whole conversation, even the stuff that I am saying right now? I'm just repeating it all. Every time I'm with you guys it's like freaking groundhogs day! And the things I have to see in my dreams, things that no one wants to see, things that will forever burn my eyes and then I have to deal with trying to help you lunatics to try and stop the freaking Devil, the Devil, full on leader of Hell, horns and all, Devil! I mean, what has my life become? What has it become?!"
All three of them stand dumbly for a moment; their mouths open in surprise until Castiel points out slowly, "Lucifer doesn't actually have horns."
Dean snorts beside him, Sam choking back a laugh and Chuck just groans, "I knew you were going to say that."
"Look we get it, you're stressed out," Sam starts.
"Stressed out is an understatement! I mean, the whole world rides on you three, you three!" Chuck gestures towards them and Castiel can't help but feel offended. Surely there are three other worse people to have the world on their shoulders.
"Wow Chuck, tell us how you really think," Dean half jokes.
"I don't know anything okay? Sometimes I can be a week ahead of you guys, sometimes only a couple of hours and at the moment I'm only a couple of hours ahead of you. I know as much as you guys apart from the fact I know what you're going to be having for dinner and what you'll dream about tonight. Nothing that's important to killing the Devil okay? I don't know whether the colt will work or whether you actually kill Lucifer with it. I don't know when you'll meet him, other than Dean's dreams of course because it looks like he loves to be in Dean's mind for some reason. I don't know how to find him or how to make it so none of you get killed before you can get a foot by him. I don't know anything," Chuck screeches.
"Okay we get it Chuck, you don't know anything," Sam nods, looking at Chuck like he's mentally disturbed and Castiel would understand if he is after everything he has to deal with.
"Are you- Are you saying that Lucifer is going to be in my dreams again?" Dean asks, his eyes wide.
Chuck sighs, "Yeah, he's in your dreams again tonight. Looks like he's going to jump in your head any chance he gets."
"Fucking great," Dean snarls before necking the bottle of alcohol he has.
"You just have to make yourself wake up, you know, Inception style and you should be fine," Chuck states.
"Should?" Dean asks, eyebrows raised. Castiel can feel Dean's soul pulse with worry and truthfully Castiel can feel himself worry too. He doesn't want Dean to have to endure that again, to have to deal with Lucifer trying to tempt him into making any bad decisions by using everything that Dean feels guilty about (which he shouldn't) against him.
"You'll be fine Dean, the dreams I've saw of him being in there with you, you've made yourself wake up seconds after you've saw him, looks like watching Inception paid off," Chuck grins tiredly.
"Yeah but that means I won't get any sleep, like at all," Dean says, wearing what Dean would ultimately call a 'bitch face'.
"You'll get some sleep; he only tends to get in your mind after you've had a couple of hours sleep. I don't know whether that's because it takes him that long to figure your defences are down or that you're, you know, asleep but you'll get some sleep," Chuck shrugs.
"Well, I guess a couple of hours is better than none," Dean agrees and Castiel can't help be in awe at how easy it is for Dean to come to terms with something as big as this.
"So on defeating Lucifer, you don't know anything?" Castiel changes the subject back.
"No, sorry, but you guys will be the first to know if I do," Chuck smiles.
"So now what do we do?" Sam asks, looking at Dean and Castiel questionably.
"We have to come up with a plan on finding Lucifer for one because we still have no idea where he fucking is, then we have to think of a way to get to him without being blown up into pieces. Oh and we have to hope that the colt does actually work on him because we don't even know that much do we?" Dean says, tapping his finger against the bottle he's holding, looking at Sam warily, "It doesn't exactly look good does it?"
"Couldn't we, I don't know, summon him?" Sam asks.
"No," Castiel says quickly, "With the sigils on your chest he would be unable to hear any of your prayers and summoning him would be a terrible idea. And even if I were the one to summon him, he would know that I would only be summoning him to kill him and that you would most likely be with me and he would just arrive and kill us before we had the chance to do so."
"So we've got to try and hunt him down and just hope for the best?" Sam raises his eyebrows.
"Yes."
"Huh," Sam huffs out, "So how exactly do you locate the Devil?"
Castiel sighs, "With difficulty. He is ultimately an archangel and has all the powers they have-"
"I don't get that though, he's fallen and he still has his powers but you're losing yours? I mean, the Devil kinda did way worse things than you Cas," Dean frowns, looking at Castiel for a moment then looking away quickly, focusing on his bottle. Castiel can only assume that Dean had a temporary moment of forgetfulness that he's supposed to be angry with Castiel and not talking to him is one of the main things to show that.
"Lucifer is an archangel; archangels who fall still have their powers. I'm just an angel, a mindless warrior that is easily replaced and very easily stripped of their abilities and grace," Castiel says bitterly. It has only been the past year that he has come to this revelation and only until Raphael killed him that he completely came to terms with it. Because that's what Castiel had been to Heaven. Someone easily replaced. With Sam and Dean, it isn't like that; he's not just a warrior to them, not anymore. They're his friends and to Future Dean even more than that. He isn't replaceable to these boys and now that he has met them he realises that this is always what he had wanted, to have friends, and dare say it, to have a family.
"Oh," Dean mutters.
"Cas, you know we don't think that of you right?" Sam asks hesitatingly.
"Yes, I know that," Castiel replies.
Sam nods before asking, "So with Lucifer, we've just got to hope that one day we'll get lucky and find him?"
"We should follow any leads that there is and continue hunting for him until we find him. I'm sure there are more demons around now that know where he is. I doubt that upon questioning they would tell us anything but we should still question them if we have the chance."
Sam nods, "I'll call Bobby when we get back, tell him to look out for any Lucifer signs."
"That would be wise," Castiel nods.
"So that's all of it right? Our plan?" Sam asks.
"Yes, I suppose it is," Castiel says. It doesn't sound like much of a plan. He wishes there is something else he could do; surely there must be something else? Future Dean had told him to continue looking for his Father which would ultimately find something else of import but when is that going to actually happen? When are they going to end this battle?
"Doesn't sound like much of a plan to me," Dean voices Castiel's thoughts gruffly.
"Dean, it's better than nothing. We have the colt remember?" Sam places his arm on Dean's shoulder.
Dean sighs and then mutters "Are we done here?"
"Yes," Castiel replies.
"Good, take us back," Dean orders.
After thanking Chuck for his assistance, he takes Dean and Sam back to their motel room. Sam stills gasps when they arrive at their destination, still clearly not used to Castiel's flying yet. Castiel watches as Dean rummages through his bag, Sam turning the television on and perching on the bed.
Dean, while still looking through his bag, asks roughly, "What are you still doing here Cas?"
"What?" the hurt evident in Castiel's voice.
"Well, don't you have God to find?"
"Uh- yes," Castiel breathes out, disappearing on them before they can ask any more questions, before they can even talk to him. He finds he doesn't want to be in Dean's environment if he clearly doesn't want him there. He'll just do what Sam had told him to do in the first place, leave him to 'cool off'. Besides, this version of Dean is starting to upset him, to anger him because Castiel hasn't done anything wrong and he shouldn't be blamed for something that Dean did on his own accord.
He goes back to Future Dean, feeling his body relax when he sees Dean look up at him and smile widely, reaching over and grabbing Castiel's hand and pulling him down next to him on the couch. Castiel leans into Dean before Dean pulls him on top of him so Castiel is sitting on his lap, his back flush against Dean's chest.
"At the moment, being with present you is exasperating," Castiel notes.
Dean wraps him his arms around Castiel's waist, kissing the back of his neck, "Hey, that's still me you're talking about."
"The statement still stands," Castiel says dryly.
Dean chuckles into his neck, making the hairs stand on end, "Okay Cas, I get it, he's pissed you off."
"Yes," Castiel shuffles in Dean's grasp.
"Are you pissed at me as well?" Dean asks and Castiel can hear the frown in his voice.
"No, why would I be?" Castiel replies, frowning himself. This Dean hasn't done anything to him so why would he be angry with him?
"Because like I said, the person who has pissed you off is still me. I mean sure, it's past me but all the stuff he's done to piss you off, I did all of that to you," Dean rests his chin on Castiel's shoulder.
"Oh," Castiel thinks for a moment, "Are you sorry?"
"Yes," Dean says, tightening his hold of Castiel.
"Then I forgive you," Castiel says, leaning back onto Dean.
"Well that was easy," Dean jokes, kissing Castiel's neck, finding Castiel's pressure point. He lets his tongue slide against it, biting at it gently.
"On- On second thoughts I don't forgive you," Castiel breathes out heavily.
"You don't?" Dean pulls back slightly.
"I think you need to show me how sorry you are."
Dean smirks, "Oh yeah?"
"Yes," Castiel smiles, "I will only believe that you're sorry if you show me."
"Cas?" Dean asks, going back to kissing Castiel's neck.
"Yes Dean?" Castiel's voice wavers as Dean nibbles on his ear.
"Take off your clothes," Dean orders, "Now."
Castiel nods and for the first time, without even a thought, he uses his grace to strip him and Dean of their clothing. He feels his heart quicken as he realises he's just used an absurd amount of his grace to do something so trivial, something that he could have done without his grace but then he feels Dean's dick against him and forgets to care. Besides, he's not going to need to use his grace in the next few hours, he'll be busy doing other things while it recharges.
"Jesus Cas," Dean stutters.
"Language Dean," Castiel chides. He didn't usually correct Dean when he used his Father or any other religious being in vain but just when they're about to have sex it has to be done. He doesn't want to be thinking about Jesus when he's naked on Dean's lap.
"Sorry," Dean murmurs, going back to kissing Castiel's neck, his hands trailing down Castiel's chest and stomach till one hand wraps around his dick. He starts a painfully slow rhythm, Castiel moaning impatiently but feeling his breath hasten all the same.
After a few seconds he manages to pant out, "Dean, I want you in me, please."
"Oh," Dean slows his hand movement until he stops altogether, "Then we kind of need to move because we need lube."
"We do?" Castiel asks, shivering as Dean's hands trace his ribs.
"It'll hurt without it and I don't want to hurt you baby," Dean kisses Castiel's shoulder gently. Without warning Dean, he uses his wings to go to the bedroom, opens the drawer, collects the lubricant and is back on Dean's lap in seconds, placing it in Dean's hands.
"Fuck, Cas."
"Now show me how sorry you are," Castiel orders, sitting further forward so Dean can reach into him.
"You're really hungry for it today aren't you?" Dean teases. Before Castiel can comment that he isn't 'hungry', he just wants sex, Dean is pushing a finger inside him and Castiel can't form a coherent thought. Castiel pushes down to Dean's touch, wanting him inside him as much as possible. He moans when Dean leans forward, using his other hand to slowly stroke Castiel's cock, kissing Castiel's neck in addition. Dean pushes in a second finger and Castiel can't help but cry out as he feels Dean inside him, feels his fingers opening him up. Dean pushes further in and then he's hitting his prostrate and Castiel's whole body shudders in pleasure.
"You like that huh?" Dean murmurs.
"Yes, Dean please, I want- I want you," Castiel pants, still in awe at how Dean can do this to him, to make him completely undone, not even able to form a sentence.
Dean pushes against Castiel's prostrate again but then he pulls out and takes his other hand off Castiel's dick, causing Castiel to unwillingly whimper at the lack of contact. Dean grips onto Castiel's hips, moving him slightly, pushing him up and then Castiel can feel Dean's dick near his entrance.
"Okay, push down Cas," Dean commands and Castiel does, feeling Dean slowly envelop him, his muscles tightening against him, taking him in eagerly. Dean moans into his ear, Castiel letting the back of his head rest on Dean's shoulder as he just feels.
"I want you to touch yourself while we do this baby," Dean orders, his voice cracking slightly as Castiel moans. Castiel looks down at himself and slowly wraps a hand around his dick. He's never pleasured himself before, never known the true extent of the gratification it gave you before Dean 'corrupted' him. He tries to copy what Dean had done to him before, letting his hand jerk upwards and downward, eliciting a moan escape his own lips. Yes, Dean has taught him well.
"Cas, I kind of need you to move for me," Dean says, his voice strained. Castiel complies, letting himself rock against Dean's dick, Dean moaning loudly into his ear as he starts to move. Dean guides him into a better position, quickening his speed by his grasp on Castiel's hips.
"You always want this don't you baby? Wherever you are, you're wanting this."
"Yes," Castiel moans, letting his head rest against Dean's shoulder, feeling overcome with the feeling of Dean being there with him, holding him, being inside him. He feels the sweat bead down his back, on his forehead as he continues to ride Dean quickly.
"You know why Cas? It's because you're mine," Dean groans, digging his fingernails into Castiel's hips, pulling Castiel down hard so Dean is all in Castiel, hitting his prostrate heavily.
Castiel can't help but cry out, feeling himself come, screaming out, "I-I'm yours Dean."
And with that Dean comes inside Castiel with Castiel's name on his lips, his forehead resting against Castiel's back, Castiel feeling his laboured breathing tickling him, making the hairs stand on end.
Castiel turns his head, kissing Dean's temple, his voice still unsteady, "I think you showed me how sorry you were."
Dean smiles into Castiel's back, kissing him softly, "So I'm forgiven?"
"Yes," Castiel smiles, lifting himself up so Dean is out of him, enjoying the slight whimper Dean lets out as he does. Dean wraps his arms around Castiel's waist, pulling him back so Castiel's back is pressed against Dean's chest. Dean leaves trails of kisses down his neck and shoulder, Castiel sighing contently, letting his hands rest on Dean's.
"We should get cleaned up," Dean sighs.
"Okay," Castiel replies but makes no effort to move.
"I don't really want to move though," Dean buries his head in Castiel's neck.
"Am I going to need my grace in the next few hours?" Castiel asks, pulling up one hand to softly brush through Dean's hair.
"Nope."
Castiel uses his grace to clean them up, feeling his powers wane to a very small amount. It worries him how easily it is to do that now, to push his grace to the limit like this and by doing what? Something as simple as removing clothing and cleaning up his vessel and another human can do this to him. How is he going to be useful in defeating Lucifer?
"Cas?"
"What?" Castiel asks, clearing his head of all these troubling thoughts, focusing on Dean instead.
"Want to watch some Supermannow?" Dean asks with a wry smile, "The disc is already in on pause and I was going to play it when you got here but you kinda distracted me."
"Yes, I would like that very much Dean," Castiel tilts his head to kiss Dean's temple. Dean smiles and reaches for the remote and the blanket that's rested against the back of the couch, pulling it over them both. Castiel thinks that perhaps he should move off Dean's lap but when he tries to, Dean just grips him tighter, pulling him even closer which Castiel hadn't thought possible. Castiel leans back, smiling as Dean presses play, Castiel ready to finally understand one more human matter- who Superman is.
