title | the ineffable rapture of heaven & earth
series | no series
chapter | eleven. the earth writes upon the sky
author | moirataliesin 「fka mallowcakes/inkcapgoblin」
fandom | supernatural
pairing | m/m, dean winchester/castiel 「destiel」
rating | r
genre | romance
warnings | m/m smut
word count | 1.0k
summary | castiel & dean are transported to another dimension where they have apparently lived for 5 years. together. as a married couple. there's no magic, castiel's angel powers aren't working, and somehow they know everything about the lives they've been pushed into. so, what the hell is going on here? and how can the get out?
notes | thanks goes out to my beta, nowingsnovak.

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Dean's lips were softer than Cas could've imagined as he melted further into the kiss, causing a moan to escape from deep in Dean's throat. Castiel moved to position himself between Dean's legs, the angel's lips never leaving the hunter's. He could feel the rock hard erection that had formed through Dean's boxers.

Castiel was lucky he didn't lose his cool as he felt a charge of electricity run through him and down his shaft. He raised a hand to lace through Dean's hair, snaking his tongue out to run along his partner's lips and into his mouth. Dean's tongue slid over Cas' as he moved to deepen the kiss a litte more, panting and desperate to continue.

Cas stopped kissing Dean and leaned back, reaching to take off Dean's shirt and tossing it to the side.

"Cas." Dean said, his voice cracking and deeper, sugared with lust.

Castiel smirked, the dark smile that crossed his face when he wasn't fucking around. He said nothing, just leaned forward to trail his tongue along Dean's collarbone. The hunter's head lulled back to rest on the couch as Castiel continued to explore his neck and shoulders.

Both men were straining against their boxers now and Castiel had had enough prolonged satisfaction for six lifetimes. With his mouth against Dean's chiseled jawline, Castiel lead his hand past the hunter's stomach and grasped lightly at the bulge there and Dean's jaw tensed under his lips.

"Do you want me to stop, Dean?" Castiel asked, moving to look into his eyes.

Dean didn't say anything at first, his eyes flicking over the angel's dark features. He took a deep breath and the left side of his mouth lifted.

"Hell no." He said, his voice still deeper than normal. The heat of Castiel's hand resting on him was driving him crazy. Somewhere inside of him there was a hunger that he was both confused and scared of. It was like it didn't have anywhere to go and if he didn't release it soon it was going to explode and turn the entire world to ash. It was everywhere in him. His cock was throbbing. His skin was on fire.

Castiel squeezed him again before telling him to take his boxers off. Dean obeyed as the angel quickly got rid of his clothes as well before straddling him. Castiel moved, his shaft rubbing against the hunter's, causing a guttural sound to escape Dean's throat.

The animal inside of Castiel threatened to take over as the pleasure washed through him. All he wanted to do was flip Dean over right there and bury himself completely inside of him. He rutted against Dean again.

Dean looked up at his angel, a kind of awe on his face as he pulled the angel towards him and starting kissing and nipping at the skin of his neck. God, he hasn't known how bad he wanted this. And fuck! He really did want this. And besides it was useless to fight it at this point, how could one fight when there was now a trail of pre-cum leaking down one's cock. He wanted Castiel. He had wanted him for a while now, he just hadn't been able to admit it to himself.

Castiel leaned away from Dean and glanced down before moving a hand to grip both of their cocks and tracing a finger around the heads of each to slick them. Dean groaned, letting his head fall back on the couch.

"Jesus, Cas." Dean grunted, biting his lip.

Castiel smirked as he started to stroke the both of them and a sharp intake of breath escaped Dean's mouth

"What are you…?" Dean started to speak.

"Shhhh." Castiel replied, a blush rushing over his cheeks and the curve of his nose as he pumped his wrist. He worked his hand slowly up and down their shafts. The angel didn't want this to be over just yet even as he was teetering on the edge with each movement.

"Fuck, Cas. I just wanna…" Dean's voice was strangled.

"There will be plenty of time for that later." Castiel told him, his voice even deeper than usual, dripping with lust.

Dean chucked, a throaty laugh, leaning up to claim Castiel's lips with his own.

Castiel worked the both of them faster, their cocks becoming sticky and slick with the sweat and cum as Dean panted against Cas' lips.

No longer able to lean forward, Dean rested his forehead against Cas' shoulder letting him continue. There was no more words, just the sound of sweaty skin and halted breath and all Dean could think is how badly he wanted Cas inside of him and how badly he wanted to tell him that. He wanted it to be over and feel the release but at the same time he wanted this feeling to last forever. He wanted this to happen again. Every day. For the rest of his life. He wanted to be as happy as Cas made him every dark day of his life. He wanted this. God, he wanted this. There was no stopping it now. The thing he had hid from even himself, it was true. He fucking wanted Castiel. He loved that angel and there was nothing he could do about it now.

What could he do? Admit it? First? Never. And he was so overwhelmed with everything but he felt the stress of holding it back for so long draining out of his body. His breath slowed as he looked at Castiel. He looked in his eyes and he saw just how much the angel loved him back.

Castiel smiled, his usually spiked hair losing it's body as it had dampened with sweat, and somehow he knew. He just knew something had changed, even if it was just a little.

Castiel couldn't hold on much longer. He felt himself nearing the end and he slowed his hand and consciously made his strokes longer. Just as Dean let out a loud growl and came, the angel followed.

Dean laid back on the couch, a line of cum laying on his stomach, and he pulled Castiel to him moving to have his head rest against Dean's shoulder.

They both laid there like that, their shadows in the dark room looking like one form for a long while.

"Dean." Castiel spoke first.

"Don't Cas." Dean said, his voice quiet, "Don't overthink it. Just lay here with me."