Ch. 49. Blessing

Almost a week went by since his uncle last spoke to him. Castiel tried his best to not care but he did, he cared, a lot. He didn't regret the actions leading him where he was but he did feel like he had let Gabriel down, like if he had failed him or something.

It was eating away at him. Along with Charlie and Balthazar, Gabriel and Kali were the only family he had left.

Yes, leaving his father out of the picture as he asked, he still had a brother and a sister, but he started to grasp the true meaning of 'Family don't end with blood and don't start with it either' the moment he moved out of the manor. Castiel thought he would receive hate from them, but he never considered their merciless indifference, the way he was cut off, left to be forgotten.

Dean saw right through him whenever he tried to show it was all fine but it wasn't, and Castiel knew he had allowed him some time before he finally confronted him about it. He told him he had to talk with his uncle, to make amends because 'family' came first. And though the angel understood perfectly fine what he meant by that, he could do nothing but snort at him. Dean had looked at him with almost exasperation, only remarking that he was better than that. And also that, even if he didn't want to talk about what was going on, he still had to go and thank his uncle for Krissy, because it was a very valuable gift after all, and it was the polite thing to do.

And the bastard was right. Of course he was. And it was the exact same thing Jo told him a few days ago, and she was always right. Like today, before he left, when she advised taking an umbrella because it was surely going to rain.

He didn't. He was sort of knowingly childishly rebelling so he didn't. Damn it.

Cas was considering he needed to revisit the wisdom of his actions while he was under some store's awning unsuccessfully trying to shield himself from the rain. It was pouring, the puddle rapidly forming on the sidewalk was drenching his shoes so, when he heard his name being called and he lifted his head to see Kali's coach in front of him, Cas didn't think twice and hopped in.

"Castiel! Just the one I wanted to see…"

"Hi, Kali, good to see you too" Cas, smiling, took a handkerchief to dry his face.

"You know, your uncle is driving me crazy. I don't know what happened between you two but you need to work it out. Now. In fact, I was going to give you a ride home but no, you're coming with me"

Wow, his auntie didn't beat around the bush! And he, for once, was grateful for that.

Cas remained silent while she gave the proper orders and the coach began to move. She, like everyone around him apparently, was right too, it was better to solve it sooner rather than later. He stared at the window following the patterns the water droplets made against the glass.

After a few minutes into their drive, Kali humpfed loudly. "So you're not telling me either. Fine. My guess is that it all has something to do with a certain couple of slaves" Kali lifted a brow but it was all it took from her to elicit a guilty look from Cas.

"I knew it! So? What about them? You know, we saw them prancing in the market a few days ago and I just commented that if you didn't know better you could mistake them for a couple of proper angels… Your uncle flipped on the spot and we ended up having a huge fight"

"I'm sorry" Cas bit his lip, ashamed, it was getting a bit out of hands.

"Don't be, we were fighting either way, your pets just kept the flame alive" Her playful smirk was enough explanation, he had seen her like that every time they fought.

Still, he asked just to be sure. "Are you alright now?"

"We're always alright. Don't worry honey"

Once at the house Kali took him directly to Gabriel's office, shoved him inside and closed the door behind him. Gabriel, startled by the intrusion, lifted his head from his papers but, instead of doing what his father would in his place, he just left whatever he was doing and went to him,

Cas was dripping so, before even saying anything, Gabriel directed them towards the chairs by the fireplace and made him sit. Castiel took off his coat and scarf making sure to avoid his uncle's eyes while thinking what exactly he could say to start their due conversation, but Gabriel beat him to it when he just chuckled.

"You know, you remind me of your mother in more ways than you could ever imagine"

"How so?" Castiel tilted his head over the unexpected remark because that... he didn't see that one coming.

"You both have the same ability to make me swallow my own words"

Gabriel shook his head, recalling when Castiel told him time a while ago he was in love with Dean. Not in as many words but he did. He poured brandy into two glasses and handed Cas one right before sitting next to him. They stared at the fireplace, getting lost in the popping and the crackling of the wood.

Castiel sighed and looked at him. "I feel like I've disappointed you…" but Gabriel rested a hand on his shoulder and cut him off, the gesture anchoring him to that place and moment, only leaving room to listen to his uncle.

"We were in this very room when I talked you into doing whatever it was that made you happy, I helped you every step of the way, I encouraged you to make your own path... I didn't know then who you were in love with, but I'm sure that if I knew it was a slave I would have helped you like I did, no matter what..."

Gabriel kept talking, he didn't like all the choices his nephew had made but he respected him nonetheless. Castiel felt his chest swelling, all the mixed emotions trying to burst out. A single tear rolled down his cheek and was wiped out by Gabriel's thumb. "I can see her in you, I can see her strength, her resolution. I just worry because I also see her tender heart in you and don't ever want to see you get hurt again"

Cas couldn't say a word, more than a bit overwhelmed he just hugged his uncle, glad they were mending their relationship.

Gabriel, after pulling out of the embrace and clearing his throat, strongly recommended they kept it a secret. Even when Cas was the sole owner of his life and it shouldn't matter what he or anybody else had to say about it, society wasn't very tolerant of that kind of behavior. Cas reassured him Dean felt the same way, he never wanted anybody to know outside the house.

Gabriel nodded in agreement, at least the slave had some sense on him. He was in a roll then so he also took the chance to tell his nephew he should show himself some more, that he couldn't be a hermit if he wanted to be an artist or a respected member of society. And to buy a coach, it was too cold outside to walk everywhere, and some more slaves, he could afford them.

Cas let Gabe lecture him about all of that before leaving, knowing everything was fine(ish).

... ... ...

Dean was worried when he realized it was way after six and Castiel hadn't come home. The rain was relentlessly tapping against the windows and it was so cold outside… Jo kept telling him the angel was fine, but that morning when Castiel left he didn't take an umbrella and now he was out, in the rain, getting wet and it was getting dark and cold. Jo rolled her eyes and told him to untwist her panties, and if he just couldn't concentrate on the books he should find something useful to do.

So Dean went to the kitchen and made dinner, and some buns, and lemon scones for breakfast, and pie for dessert, and tried to find a way to make time run faster so he could stop worrying.

Jo was right, it was stupid to worry that much for him, he was a grown angel, and maybe he just decided to take a night out in town, meet someone he could be seen in public with and just enjoy himself. He didn't owe him any explanations of his whereabouts...

Dean, lost in thought, was placing the scones on the baking sheet when a set of freezing lips connected with his neck. He turned around almost jumping with joy when he saw him. Krissy and Jo witnessed the scene and giggled while Dean tried to play it cool.

Castiel was a lot drier than Dean expected, and while he was brushing the top of the scones with beaten egg he learned that it was Gabriel's coach that brought him home after they had their talk. Jo discretely took Krissy out of the kitchen with her to give them some privacy. Dean, swallowing a dry lump down his throat, asked him how that went and if they made peace. Castiel started to tell him everything since his meeting with Kali, but then he saw right through Dean, what he really wanted to know. "It's not like he gave us his blessing or something but he respects my decision to love you. He won't say a word about your skills, and he also said we should keep it a secret, but we knew that already so, everything is fine I guess"

Dean let go of the air he was holding in. He was scared, had been since their quarrel, Gabriel could have asked him to cut it out, or tell him he wasn't worth it, like he did to him, but he didn't. He was glad Cas had family who loved him like that. And, to be honest, Gabriel sparing his life was the only kind of blessing they would ever get, so he felt like celebrating.

Later that night while getting upstairs Dean couldn't take his hands off him. Castiel was aware of Dean's eagerness since they were having dinner, so he let him do. Since they became 'boyfriends' Dean was more prone to be the one starting intimacy. Always in a delicate balance between cheekiness and shyness, Dean's confidence wavered constantly so Castiel encouraged him to be himself.

The minute they traversed their room's door Dean was trying to undress them both at the same time. He forgot about the cuff buttons and was trapped inside his sleeves for a moment till he could get them off. Castiel loved the way his impatience got in the way, the soft cursing fading as more skin was revealed. Dean finally got them naked and gently pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top to kiss him wantonly. One of his legs got in between Castiel's, rubbing his half hard erection with it. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and moved them while the kissing got more passionate, till he was tracing random paths on his back. As the angel's fingertips softly scratched the bumps of new skin, Dean gasped inside the kiss, making it more and more sloppy.

Castiel stretched one arm towards the nightstand in hopes of reaching the lube. Failing on his task at the first try he broke the kiss and turned his upper half to get closer. As Dean lost his balance they ended up rolling on their side, resulting in Castiel now being the one on top. They laughed a little and Cas resumed his mission to find the little container. Dean saw the exposed skin of his neck and changed his plans, attacking it with his mouth, knowing that thin patch of skin right over his pulse was one of the keys to make his angel come undone.

Castiel arched his back when he felt the intense wave of pleasure coursing through him, his now fully hard dick twitching between their bodies. He rolled them up and sat against the headboard, making Dean straddle him. Castiel could feel the way Dean smiled against his neck when he averted his legs all he could to give him better access.

Cas loved the way their bodies responded to one another, how they communicated without words. He poured a liberal amount of the liquid when coating his fingers, rubbing them together so it warmed up a bit. One arm circled Dean's waist while the other went to find his entrance. Once there, he teasingly traced the rim for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his finger effortlessly slipping inside, signaling how eagerly Dean's body wanted to welcome his. Dean rolled his hips and bit his neck a bit harder, muffling a whimper with it.

"Oh, so you want me, don't you?" Cas asked smirking as he worked his finger in and out for a little while before adding another.

"Yes, I want you t-to fill me!" Dean whispered in his ear before viciously attacking again his neck, one of his hands fishing between them to sheathe both of their dicks. Cas groaned and continued moving his fingers, realizing he was more than ready for a third one. The motion made the hand around the cocks to race a little the pace, his impatience evident once again when he began his chant of 'please Cas, please!'

"What do you want Dean?" Asked Cas perfectly knowing it was hard for Dean to focus on this stage (like if it was any easier for himself, but still…)

"I… please, I…" Dean had his mouth hanging agape, he was really trying to tell him.

"I can't hear what you want" Cas accentuated every word by shoving his fingers inside up to the knuckle, slightly grazing his sweet spot every time.

"f-fuck me please!" Dean cried and Castiel deemed he was more than ready for him. And besides, if Dean kept on going with his hand it was going to be over for the both of them any moment now, so he retired his fingers and cupped Dean's butt, letting him position himself.

Dean let go both of their erections and placed his hand on Cas' shoulder so he could have some leverage when lifting himself a little. He felt the swollen tip of Castiel's dick right on his opening, so he reached for it with his other hand and held it while sitting on it, panting hard as he was taking it in. Three fingers felt great but Castiel was so much thicker, he always made him feel so much fuller. Both of them moaned when Dean started to move, Cas going upwards to deepen the penetration.

Sweat beads rolled down his forehead and mixed with Castiel's as he had his face buried on the side of his neck. Bouncing on Cas' cock was glorious, and he briefly thought it couldn't get better till he felt a hand wrapping his hardness. Dean arched his back allowing Castiel to move more freely, grateful for that angle that now made him see stars as he was now fucking himself right onto his prostate.

Dean was going through the motions, pulling out and in again and again till Cas pushed him all the way up before he could impale himself down, and, unceremoniously, tossed him on the bed. Dean opened his glazed eyes in confusion and alarm after the manhandling, but it lasted just a moment before he realized Castiel's intention to fuck him lying on his back. They kissed hungrily while Cas reentered him, and Dean screamed in pleasure once he started to pound deliciously hard on him. Cas sat on his knees and buried his fingers on Dean's inner tights, freshly marking the faded bruises he had left there a few days ago.

Dean felt his orgasm building up and, unable to contain himself, he cried Castiel's name as he spilled his load over his navel and chest. Cas' rhythm became erratic once he felt the fluttery clench of Dean's muscles on his dick, and it took him just another moment to follow him in blissful completion.

The angel fell boneless over Dean, breathing hard and lost in pure pleasure till his deflated member slipped out of him. That sobered him up a little, enough to make him roll on his side and give Dean space to breathe better. Now both on their backs they felt the sweat and cum they had all over their chests cooling down and that amused Cas a little, he wasn't sure why. He turned his head and saw Dean softly smiling, eyes still closed and just enjoying the moment.

He had a cum droplet on his cheekbone and Cas had to lick it clean. Dean chuckled and opened his eyes and Castiel couldn't help to get lost for a bit in them. Dean kissed him lightly, lovingly, Cas kissed him back, deeply, possessively. Dean responded in kind and climbed on top of him, but the drying cum tickled and it made him laugh into the kiss, destroying the moment. Cas slapped playfully his ass "Let's shower, chuckles!" and pushed lightly to get him up.

Clean, warm and sated they slept lulled by the continuous chant of the soft rain through the night.