Vetala! Dean and Human! Castiel.

For the record, the Vetala as they are used here are of the variety in Supernatural's season seven, not the ghost-inhabiting-cadaver thing Wikipedia describes.

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Edited 1/15/23: Updated tags- D/S elements. Bondage. Cuffs. Rope. Blindfold. Gag. Spreader bar. Cock ring. Vibrator. Violet wand. Paddle. Dildo.

Dean hit the microwave button exactly one second before the irritating beeping could go off. He pulled on an oven mitt, peering over the oven door before opening it all the way. The pan he plunked down on two cool stove eyes was covered in sliced French bread coated in parmesan cheese. The pan already sitting on the stove was covered in foil, towels wrapped around it to retain heat. While he enjoyed manicotti himself, Castiel ranked it right up there with cheeseburgers. Dean would make it more often, but the stuffed pasta was a pain in the ass to deal with.

He was hurriedly transferring the cheese bread into a basket and blowing on scorched fingers when the front door opened. "Dean?"

"Hey Cas. Hungry?"

His partner stopped in the kitchen's doorway, blinking a few times as he stared at the covered pan. He sniffed, head tilting to one side. "You made manicotti?"

"Yeah." Dean skirted around the island where the food sat, plucking a briefcase from his hand and sliding a trench coat from his shoulders. "Take a load off."

Things must have gotten busy after he'd left the Men of Letters office. Castiel looked drained, face weary, shoulders drooping. He didn't protest as he was pushed over to their kitchen table and pushed down into a chair, smiling tiredly when Dean pushed a beer into his hand.

"Limy bastards on your ass again?"

"The British home office decided to hold a conference call so they could point out all of our perceived faults, if that's what you mean."

"Yeah. You tell them off?"

"Politely."

Dean grinned, bringing over the pan filled with manicotti and removed the foil with a flourish. "Forget about 'em. Eat, drink, be marry."

Castiel was still staring at the pan when Dean came back with his own beer and the plates.

"What's up?"

"Did you do something?"

Dean frowned, sinking into the chair across from him. "What do you mean?"

"You hate making this. The last time you made it you ate a politician because he was into human trafficking."

"He deserved to be eaten, and they still think he ran off to Mexico. And why can't I just make this because you're awesome?"

Castiel gave him a weary look. "Dean..."

"I did," he protested, scooping two of the stuffed noodles onto a plate. "Just enjoy it."

There was very little hesitation before Castiel did just that. He ate Dean's food, which he praised even more highly than usual, had a few beers, and inhaled several of the homemade chocolate chip cookies Dean had whipped up before dinner. Unlike the Vetala he favored the simple dessert over pie, which Dean didn't make quite as often.

After dinner Dean pushed him into the living room's armchair, tossing him the remote before proceeding to dig his fingers into tense shoulders. Castiel left the TV off in favor of simply enjoying what turned into a full body massage, after which he was dragged into the shower. It had only taken one attempt for them to figure out shower sex wasn't all it'd cracked up to be. So when they did get in at the same time it usually led to debates or karaoke or conversations or, like tonight, something more intimate. It was the first time that night Dean allowed his efforts to be reciprocated, letting his lover scrub his back and massage shampoo into his hair with fingers that made him groan.

The Vetala did make sure to get out first, so he could hurriedly dry off and get mostly ready for bed. By the time Castiel got out he was ducking into their bedroom. He'd made the bed earlier, so now all he had to do was lay out a towel and pull out the trunk they kept under the bed. He was checking the restraints over for any sort of damage or anything that might harm his lover when Castiel shuffled into the doorway, clad in only a robe.

"Dean?"

Smirking, Dean wandered over, catching Castiel by the robe and pulling him into a kiss.

"What's this about?" he gasped when they eventually parted, his own hands clinging to bare shoulders. Unlike him, Dean hadn't bothered to put anything on after his shower.

"Gratitude." The Vetala leaned in, kissing his temple. "Appreciation." The next kiss was on his jaw. "Ain't I allowed to spoil you sometimes?"

He was sure Castiel tried to answer, but considering there were still open mouthed kisses trailing down his neck this only resulted in several false starts before he gave up. Only then did Dean draw him over to the bed, undoing the robe and pushing it from his shoulders.

Castiel was putty in his capable hands by the time he got the human onto their bed. He laid the slightly shorter man down on his stomach, using a set of padded cuffs to bind his wrists to slats of their headboard. Arms spread, not together. Kneeling astride his back, Dean leaned over and placed a strip of black silk over Castiel's eyes, tying it carefully behind his head.

Leaning down, he lightly nipped the shell of his ear and murmured, "Can you see anything?"

"No."

Dean pressed a palm over his throat, fingers wrapping around his neck. He gave a brief squeeze then growled, "No what?"

"No, master."

Smirking, the Vetala released his old to snag the ball gag from his bedside table. He settled the rubber ball between his lover's teeth, strapping it behind his head securely. He kissed and nipped his way down the human's body, giving the soft flesh of his inner thighs particularly sharp bites before he picked up two ropes. Giving the still unmarked rump before him a hearty smack he ordered, "Ass in the air."

Obediently Castiel dragged his knees beneath him, lifting his ass high into the air and obligingly spreading his thighs without the extra order to do so. Dean tied the ropes to the footboard's corner posts tight enough that Castiel couldn't draw his legs up any farther, tying the other ends to the padded cuffs of a spreader bar. One that he wasted no time in securing to Castiel's ankles. An extra touch, to keep him open and exposed to be used as his lover saw fit.

While they each had their own kinks, some shared and others not, Dean had decided to cater to as many of Castiel's as he could tonight. Maybe it was the cliché of dealing with a high-power job with all the pressure that came with it, but Castiel really did enjoy surrendering control in the bedroom. To be bound, rendered helpless, was enough to get him hard just by itself. He did enjoy a bit of corporal punishment, as Dean did, but really it was most anything Dean did to him while he was at the Vetala's mercy. Ordered around, punished, verbal put-downs while he addressed his lover as 'master'. Considering he liked to employ orgasm denial on Dean, he always got extra twitchy with the tables turned, but damn if it didn't make him climax all the harder.

The first thing Dean did was put on a cock ring, the special one that vibrated should you hit the right button on its remote. But Castiel was blindfolded, he couldn't tell that yet. Then the Vetala selected a wand he'd left out of sight. The toy didn't make any noise as he turned it on, so he had the pleasure of seeing Castiel start when it first touched down on his hip.

Immediately after he brought a paddle down over the human's ass. "Did I say you could move?" he snarled angrily. "Stupid fucking whore."

Obediently Castiel didn't move after that, aside from a faint twitch whenever the wand delivered a shock. Dean traced it in a lazy, meandering path all over his body, hitting the button to shock his lover at random intervals. Anywhere from his neck to the soles of his feet were fair game, though he spent more time in the more tender areas. Particularly his thighs and buttocks. Eventually the wand's end came to a stop against his lover's taint, Dean's lips curling into a smile when three shocks in rapid succession drew out a hitched breath and fists clinching in the cuffs. There were faint red marks peppering Castiel's body, but nothing more than what might have occured from sharp pinches. Dean had initially been concerned about marking his lover until he found out Castiel loved it as much as the actual abuse.

"Let's see, do I keep going? Make you squirm then fuck your ass dry? Or should I stop now?" After providing an extra shock he continued, "That'll mean something different, but at least you'll get lube." The next two shocks were done as Dean traced the wand centimeters away from his lover's exposed pucker. "I'm in a merciful mood. I'll use lube."

He turned off the wand, setting it aside. Then Dean braced a hand on the bed, leaning forward to tangle his free hand in Castiel's hair and lift his head. "What do you say, whore?"

It was muffled, a little garbled around the rubber ball, but Dean was still able to make out the meek, "Thank you, master."

He grunted, releasing his old and slipping off the bed. Dean carefully moved about, making as little noise as possible, knowing it would make Castiel squirm having no idea what was coming or when. He placed a dildo, also with vibrating capabilities, on the bed's edge along with the paddle he'd used before. Then he gingerly slid open his lower bedside drawer, only to frown when the lube bottle he lifted out felt unreasonably light. If there was even any left Castiel would hear him try to squirt it out. No good. He'd forgotten to restock.

Kicking himself, Dean padded silently around the bed to his lover's bedside table, opening his bottom drawer in the same manner he had his own. Normally he tried to respect Castiel's space, leaving his drawers alone simply because he knew the human did the same without question. That said he knew he wasn't the only one with a lube stash.

Sure enough Dean found a nearly full bottle of the honey flavored stuff on top of an assortment of other random objects, carefully plucking it out. He was about to close the drawer again when a small, square box caught his eye. Or rather the metallic, shinny writing did. The writing that displayed the name of a jewelry store. Since when did Castiel wear jewelry?

Curious, and knowing that as long as he stayed quiet his lover would be oblivious, Dean carefully picked up the box. Better still, the extra time would just make the coming torment all the sweeter. He set the lube bottle on the bed so he could use both hands to tug the square lid partly off, peering inside. Whatever Dean had expected to find, it wasn't this.

Two gold bands sat on a bed of that soft white stuff jewelry stores always packaged their goods in, one slightly larger than the other. At this angle Dean was even able to see the small, simple words engraved into the rings. The smaller one bore the words 'My Angel', the larger one 'My Beloved'.

Dean's throat went tight. Angel. He called Cas that sometimes, usually without thought. For whatever reason his lover seemed to like the sappy nickname. Castiel wasn't much better with words than he was, in fact he was even more awkward. He'd never heard the human utter the word 'beloved' before, and yet...it felt right.

Swallowing hard, Dean closed the box and placed it on the toy trunk, out of sight, and closed the drawer again. He took a deep, shuttering breath as he climbed back onto the bed, his hard-on forgotten for the first time since they'd started. For a moment he even considered ending the scene, but then discarded the idea. He would finish the night according to plan, though on an impulse he'd never had before Dean abruptly decided to add on something extra.

Dean lubed up the dildo, then proceeded to push it slowly into Castiel's waiting hole. I wasn't as large as his own cock, but it wasn't as thin as a finger either. For this reason he didn't shove it all the way in right away, allowing for some degree of adjustment. He only stopped when just the flared end peeked out from between pale cheeks, then at the exact same moment flicked on the vibrations for both the dildo and the cock ring. Castiel made a strangled noise, but somehow managed to hold still.

Grinning, Dean picked up the paddle. He took his sweet time, alternating between lightly tracing the paddle's edge over his lover's body and delivering hard blows at random intervals, repeating the method he'd used with the shock wand. While he did lay strikes over Castiel's shoulders and upper back, a majority of the abuse was dealt to his ass and upper thighs. Dean only set the paddle aside when he'd counted twenty strikes on that area, hurriedly lubing his throbbing cock and yanking out the toy.

Castiel gasped, then keened around the ball gag as the Vetala slowly took him, a growl rumbling in Dean's throat. His vision had sharpened as his eyes changed somewhere around the second or third paddle strike, and as he held the human's hips steady his fingernails converted to talons. He held Castiel firmly, though he didn't try to move. Not without permission.

Dean waited until he had a steady, if punishing pace going before he growled, "You wanna cum, babe? Wanna be a good whore and cum on your master's cock?"

"Yes, master." It was even harder to understand him now, voice rougher and jerking a little with each thrust.

"Then beg for it," the Vetala snarled, the talons of one hand raking down his lover's back. Not enough to draw blood, if barely. "Come on, Angel, beg pretty and I'll let ya cum."

A shudder ran down Castiel's spine. "Master, master please- ah! Please, let me cum, let me cum on your cock, master."

The sharp cry was Dean's doing, so he didn't stop to punish his lover for it. Besides, he was enjoying himself too much. Pinching hardened nipples between two talons had earned what could almost be called a scream, if a pleasurable one. There was no safe word, no safe signal, so he kept going.

Dean prodded a few more rounds of garbled, babbled begging from his lover until he was certain he wouldn't last another go of it. Besides, Castiel was painfully hard and he still wore the vibrating cock ring. Dean waited until he was on the cusp of climax to reach down and slide off the ring, turning it off and tossing it aside. Wrapping his hand around his lover's throbbing member, he gave one last harsh thrust and growled, "Cum for me, Angel."

Whether it was the touch, the lack of a cock ring, or the words, something shoved Castiel over the edge. Dean groaned, the sensation of his lover coming around him bringing him to his own orgasm. He barely kept the presence of mind to keep stroking the human's cock until it had finished shooting its load, drinking in the sight below him even as he struggled to remain upright.

Castiel looked, in a word, drained. His chest was heaving, he was panting around the ball gag, legs unsteady, and Dean was sure he could see his arms trembling. Still catching his own breath, Dean slid out once his own climax was done, gently undoing the cuffs on Castiel's arms, then his legs. He rolled his lover onto his side, lurching to his feet. It took a few minutes, to toss the bindings into the toy trunk and fetch a rag from the bathroom soaked in warm water. Some toys he left out to be cleaned at a later date, but the rest he tossed carelessly into the trunk. He ran the rag over his lover's worn body, only pausing to gently press a small, long-term butt plug tipped in a blue crystal into his hole before cum could start leaking out. After giving himself the same treatment Dean left both the rag and the towel in their bathroom before joining Castiel in their bed once more.

By this point the human had sluggishly wormed his way under the sheets, eyes hazy, swollen lips parted in small pants. Dean joined him under the covers, but only after palming something he'd left out. He scooted over until he was pressed against Castiel, wrapping an arm around the human and nuzzling his neck. He took a deep breath of his scent, then began pressing a lazy line of kisses up his neck and jaw until he reached his lips. Castiel's breath hitched, his hands slowly coming up to cling to the Vetala.

Dean cupped his neck, kissing him slowly, taking his sweet time. There wasn't lust behind it, not this time. Instead every gesture was tender, loving, comforting. Castiel returned each one, of course. Damp cobalt eyes were half closed, one hand brushing through Dean's hair before caressing his cheek and returning to his shoulder.

As much as he enjoyed this, Dean eventually worked up the courage to draw away. "Cas?" he asked, voice rough.

Even exhausted and drained Castiel still mumbled, "Yes, Dean?"

Dean propped himself up on one elbow, sliding his free hand from under the covers to show his lover what he held. Castiel looked, and his eyes went wide. He scrambled upright, mouth opening and closing as he fumbled to try and find something to say. Dean felt a pang in his chest when he saw honest to gods fear flicker in those cobalt orbs, smelled the bitter taint of it in his lover's wonderful, sweet scent.

"Dean, I...I didn't..."

Groaning a little, the Vetala sat up. He reached out, pressing his palm to Castiel's cheek. "Calm down, would you? I ain't pissed or anything."

Castiel hesitated, suddenly avoiding his gaze. Before Dean could say anything else the human uttered four, barely audible words. He barely caught them, but the Vetala almost wished he hadn't.

"Please don't leave me."

"Damn it, Cas," Dean muttered. He set down the jewelry box with the rings, taking Castiel's face in his hands. "Look at me, alright?" Only when cobalt, damper than before, met his gaze did he continue. "I ain't leaving you. I'm never leaving you, got it?"

Castiel gave a tiny nod, but Dean didn't let the matter go until the fear scent was gone completely.

Only then did he lean in, tenderly pecking his lips. "You're a sappy bastard, you know that, Angel? But if you think I'm letting you go now, you've got another thing coming." After another kiss for courage he asked gruffly, "Wanna drop by the courthouse tomorrow, make it official?"

He made the mistake of looking into Castiel's eyes then. Pretty cobalt was now swimming with tears, but this time all Dean could sense from his lover was joy. This was confirmed when he was glomped in a hug that sent them both falling onto the mattress, after which Castiel kissed him breathless.

Eventually they did settle down again, or rather he got his overjoyed human to settle down. Dean had been putting it off for so long, it was both bizarre and strangely natural to give in now. Castiel had been so patient with him, accepting his unease around commitment even as he moved into the human's town house. Dean hadn't realized how badly Castiel wanted this until he'd found those rings, until he'd seen the pure joy in his face.

As he fell asleep that night, lover in his arms, nose buried in Castiel's neck, Dean had to admit things had never felt more right.

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