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Chapter 37
Stubble scratching the soft skin of his parted thighs.
Warm palms and fingertips drawing abstract lines on his flesh.
Hot breath and filthy, yet arousing words murmured into his ear.
Wicked tongue worshiping his fully erect cock, dripping with precum.
His own moans and pleas lingering in the bedchamber cast in the dim light of the fading candles.
Wildly bucking hips into the wet tightness of a welcoming mouth.
"Come to me only if your heart tells you to. Only if you will want me".
Castiel removes the bed cover from his body, throwing it aside. His moves are frantic and frustrated. The recent events replay in his mind and the young man buries his face in his hands.
He knows that he is falling. He's falling hard and fast. As soon as he'd let Dean touch him in unimaginable ways Castiel knew that he would never be the same.
"Sam, that is not fair! You were cheating!" a girl shouts with feigned indignation. "You saw where I was going to hide!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry." Sam's whole body shakes from laughter as he wraps his big arms around a tiny blonde's frame, pulling her out from behind a red rose bush. "Do you want me to count once more?"
"No, I'm a little tired of this game," the girl responds, snuggling against the young man as if seeking comfort in his broad chest.
"Alright, Jess, as you wish." Sam kisses her forehead, his hazel eyes shining with fondness and the tender feelings he holds for the girl.
"I think we should go inside. It'll be dinner time soon."
"You are right."
On the way toward the entrance Jess suddenly stops, and Sam feels how her palm which he's holding gets cold and sweaty.
"Jess?" the young man asks worriedly, turning to face his beloved.
"Sam… I think… I think I am ill," the girl mutters and before she adds something more, her slender body sways and if not for the younger Winchester would have fallen on the ground.
"Jess! Hey! Hey, look at me!" Sam panics, slapping her slightly in the face to bring back to consciousness but there's no reaction.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
Sam presses her limp body to his chest and runs forgetting about everything else.
"Help! Somebody help me!" Sam yells as he rushes in to the hall, looking utterly lost and confused.
"What's happening? Why are you yelling, Sam?" Dean asks from behind his back. But then his gaze falls upon Jess' body in his brother's arms and the young chieftain gasps aloud.
"What happened to her?"
"I don't know. We were in the garden, playing hide-and-seek and as we decided to return to the fortress she fainted on the way." Sam's eyes glisten with tears. "What if it's serious, Dean? I can't lose her!"
"Calm down. Magnus is still at the settlement but we have Bessabel and he can check her. Let's go to his chamber," Dean suggests and moves first. Sam follows him without a word.
They meet the healer in front of his chamber. The man had heard Sam's shouts and was heading towards the hall when he meets the brothers on the way.
"Bring her inside," he tells Sam after noticing Jess' unconscious body in his arms. "Lay her on the bed. Good. Now, I must ask you to leave. I have to examine her. I assure you, she will be fine," the healer smiles after Sam throws a worried glance at him.
Left without a choice the brothers exit Bessabel's room and begin waiting during which Sam paces about, biting his nails. Dean leans against the wall with his arms folded on his chest and a concerned look on his face.
When the waiting becomes unbearable the door of Bessabel's chamber creaks open and the healer walks out, drying his hands on a cloth.
"How is she? Is she alright? Is she awake?" Sam throws the questions at the man impatiently.
Bessabel nods. "Yes. She is awake."
"What-what happened to her? Is it serious?" The younger brother has a hard time refraining himself from bursting into the healer's chamber.
"Yes, it's serious. I should say very serious," the healer responds and all the color drains from Sam's face. Dean is there in an instant, grabbing his arm to steady him.
"What's wrong with her?" Dean asks hoarsely. He is concerned too. Jess is so gentle and kind and Dean does not want anything bad to happen to her.
"You will soon become a father, my boy. My congratulations!" Bessabel laughs and puts his hand on Sam's shoulder.
The younger Winchester gasps, shifts his gaze from one man to the other and then reels.
"Pull yourself together, Sammy! If you faint I'm not carrying your fat ass!" Dean barks, noticing that his brother is about to pass out.
Dean's words have an effect of a whiplash, immediately sobering him up, and Sam hugs them both from downpour of overwhelming emotions, almost crushing their bones.
"Oh my gods," the young man whispers in disbelief. "I'm going to be a father."
"Yes and a good one too. I'm happy for you, Sammy." Dean claps a hand on his brother's back, feeling genuine joy filling his heart. "Go, she needs you now."
Sam nods, mutters a quick "thank you" and storms into Bessabel's chamber, leaving the other two smiling men behind.
After dinner, at which Castiel is noticeably absent, Dean chooses a book from the library and returns to his bedchamber. He feels a strange, nagging sensation tugging at his heart. Like missing something. Or someone. Brushing the forlorn thoughts aside he opens the door and steps into the room.
"Hello, Dean."
Dean's book falls out of his grasp when he sees the prince standing in front of him. Castiel is wearing a gown of dark green brocade, just like Dean's eyes. The young chieftain can see the smooth skin beneath it and realizes that Castiel is naked.
"I told you to come back only if you would want me." The barbarian's voice goes deeper and huskier.
"I know," Castiel mutters quietly, taking an uncertain step forward.
With a feral growl Dean grabs Castiel's pliant body and presses him against the wall.
"You know what follows next, right, Cas?"
The tip of Castiel's tongue darts out, swiping over his dried lips. The air ties in knots somewhere deep in his throat making it almost impossible to breathe and the way they stand so close to each other does not make things easier.
"Yes, I know what follows," Castiel responds calmly, with his pupils blown wide and eyes shining with lust. Desire is too strong to resist and they both know it.
Dean slides his hand through the prince's already disheveled hair, feeling the smoothness of it on his fingers. His trousers are getting dangerously tight, his hardened cock threatening to burst out though the fabric.
"I missed you," Dean murmurs, grabbing Castiel's hips and squeezing the firm buttocks in his palms.
Castiel groans in response, low and sensual, when Dean's lips kiss along his neck, inhaling his scent and biting the unblemished skin where neck meets shoulder. He rolls his hips slightly in a clear invitation, giving Dean the signal to continue.
"Do you want to continue what we started that night? Would you like to explore your body more, find out what other pleasures you can expect?"
The brunet trembles and moans sweetly when the barbarian's palm covers his crotch, teasing his hardening length through the satin.
"I would like that, yes," he whispers, completely yielding to Dean's skillful ministrations.
Dean tugs at Castiel's gown, feeling slightly irritated that it's the only obstacle between him and the prince's body. "Take this thing off. We will not need it."
Castiel nods, slowly getting rid of the gown, which joins the pile of Dean's clothes on the floor.
"Lie down on the bed," Dean orders as he guides the younger man to it. He lies next to Castiel as the latter scoots up to the headboard, looking uncertain of what to do next.
"I want you to touch yourself. I want you to caress your own body." Dean rolls onto his side, facing Castiel. "I want you to feel the sensitive spots on your flesh."
Castiel bites his lip, feeling how his skin begins to burn when his fingers run down his sides and ribs, trail over his taut abdomen, moving to his nipples. A surprised gasp sneaks between his lips when his fingers begin to rub the pink buds. He never knew how sensitive they were before. As the movements become more confident and active the heat and desire begin to flow southwards, gathering in his crotch.
"Dean," the brunet pleads, unsure of what he's asking for.
Seeing Castiel like this, so excited and yet helpless, makes Dean growl possessively, predatory instincts awakening within him.
"Only I get to see you like this. Only I. No one else," he repeats over and over, kneeling above the man who's pleasuring himself underneath him.
Dean leans forward and seals their mouths together, curling his fingers around Castiel's neck. Hearing the brunet's satisfied moan, the barbarian deepens the kiss, plunging his tongue between the blue-eyed man's lips. Castiel runs his fingers through Dean's hair, gladly letting the man lead. He's unable to stop writhing and shuddering as Dean keeps his promise and shows him the pleasurable sides of life.
After the long kiss which leaves them both breathless, Dean rolls to his side once again. He hangs over the edge of the bed, fumbling under it until he pulls something out.
"What is that thing?" Castiel pants heavily, still enslaved by uncontrollable lust.
"We will need this," Dean says with a chuckle. "I am going to do some things to you which may seem little strange and unusual but trust me, you will be begging for more." Dean languidly pats Castiel's hip. "May I have your consent?"
Castiel gulps loudly. What does Dean mean? So far he's not complaining and what if Dean is right? If it will be as pleasurable as the activities of the last time, then Castiel is all up for it.
"You have it."
"Good. Get up and lie on me. On your back." Dean is uncapping the glass jar in his hand.
Feeling his cheeks flush crimson red and a thudding heart Castiel gets up slowly and waits 'till Dean adjusts on the bed before lying on top of him.
"Now relax and bend your knees," Dean whispers hotly into his ear, his voice full of promises.
Castiel gasps when his buttocks are pushed aside and the fingers slick with something greasy caress and fondle with his balls, circling and teasing his opening with feather-light touches. The brunet shudders, trying to get away from too intimate contact but Dean's warning growl and a slap on his left buttock cause him to still.
"Don't move. Relax and enjoy, Cas. Trust me, I won't hurt you."
Castiel's breath begins to quicken when Dean applies the same thick substance on his tight ring of muscles, spreading it with his fingers.
"Shh, I've got you," the barbarian murmurs as he pushes the first digit inside. The other hand begins to caress Castiel's cock, spreading glistening precum all over the length to distract the man from the unusual sensations. It works perfectly, and soon Dean adds a second and third finger.
"Oh gods… this… this an…" Castiel is a squirming, bubbling mess above Dean. His head rolls from side to side, fingers digging into Dean's thigh, leaving white crescents on his tanned skin.
"Do you like it? Do you like how my fingers move in and out of you?" Dean pants. His cock is nudging into Castiel's ass and it's like a torture. Sweet, but still a torture.
The brunet makes a choked whimper and jolts up when the movement of Dean's fingers quicken and they graze over something extremely sensitive.
"Ah… Dean… Please, do that again!"
The young chieftain can tell that Castiel is hanging on the edge of his climax and he wants to hit his release together with him.
"Cas, press your thighs together for me," he asks as he adjusts himself so that his cock is trapped between Castiel's perky buttocks. And he moans brokenly when the prince does as he's told.
Both of Dean's hands quicken their pace, driving Castiel insane from the inside and the outside, as he thrusts wildly between the brunet's cheeks, which grasp his cock tightly. Seeing the prince unraveling so easily with just a few touches of his fingers, the green-eyed man wonders what Castiel would feel like if Dean buried himself to the hilt in his sweet, tight heat.
Drinking in the sight of Castiel eagerly fucking himself down on his fingers, moaning, whimpering and letting out all the pent up emotions throws Dean over the edge. He pumps at Castiel's cock, presses his fingers hard against the brunet's prostate and spills his seed.
Apparently, the prince had reached his peak as well because his back arches off of Dean's body and with a loud cry he paints his abdomen and chest with the white threads of hot semen. He slumps down on Dean when his orgasmic bliss begins to disperse.
"Fuck…" Dean wheezes out, feeling sated and pleasantly tired. "This was absolutely amazing."
Castiel rolls onto his stomach, face buried into the pillow, and groans something unintelligible.
"I suppose that means that you agree?" the green-eyed man laughs softly, enjoying the feeling of running his hand from Castiel's sweat-covered neck down to his waist.
Castiel turns his head, blue eyes shining at Dean benevolently. "Yes, that means I share your opinion."
"I'm glad you liked your second lesson." Dean leans forward, catching the brunet's lips, sucking and nipping at them. A moment later he gets up from the bed. "I'll bring us something to drink."
As he's pouring some wine into two cups there are hurried, approaching footsteps near the door. Dean knows the sound of them. It must be Sam.
"Dean, are you in there?" his brother calls from the corridor and then pushes the door open.
The older Winchester has no time to cover up himself and faces Sam stark naked.
"Oh for the gods' sake, Dean," Sam groans, turning his head to the side.
"Shut up, don't act like you don't know what a cock looks like. What's the matter?" Dean grumbles, not moving from the doorway.
Sam is a bit surprised that Dean clearly does not want to let him in but then he decides it's not important.
"We have a messenger. He just came from Dragskalion."
"And? What about it?" Worrisome thoughts begin to creep into Dean's head.
"The town has been attacked by robbers. Many people were killed, houses burned." Sam's voice shakes as he speaks.
"Is Bobbi alright?" Dean asks the inevitable question.
Sam shakes his head. "No, he's not, and he needs our help."
Dean's heart tightens in his chest as a pain from thousands of sharp daggers stabs at him. Bobbi is in trouble. He prays that the gods may be merciful and protect the man until they get there.
"We will go in an hour. Just give me some time to get ready."
"Yes, sure. I'll be in my chamber." Sam turns around.
Dean closes the door, wondering how much his brother had seen, when his glance falls down on Castiel.
The prince is lying on his stomach, deeply asleep. His full, pink lips which look so kissable and tempting are slightly opened, letting out even breaths. Black lashes flutter, casting small shadows over his cheekbones. The soft, thin bed-sheet is covering the young man below his waist but Dean can still see two perfect round globes of Castiel's ass. The brunet looks so peaceful and innocent that the young barbarian's heart does a somersault. He approaches the bed slowly, putting the cups of wine aside.
"How I wish I didn't have to go. But I can't leave him in trouble. He's like a father to me," Dean whispers, caressing Castiel's dark, unruly hair. "I hope you don't get yourself into trouble while I'm gone and keep your lovely ass safe for my return. I am not done with you yet." Dean groans softly, feeling waves of lust again.
"Sleep, Cas and be safe." The chieftain of Battle Shadows places a long kiss on the brunet's lips before standing up and getting ready for a very exhausting road trip to Dragskalion.
To be continued
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