Hello everybody.
This is me playing around with SPN, religion, and sex cause why the hell not. If you are a prude or deeply religious, I don't recommend reading this fic. There will be lots of sex and most of it with be descriptive cause I wouldn't know subtle even if it bit me in the ass.
For story set up, some lines of dialogue have been taken from the last episode of season 6 from "The Man Who Knew To Much" which I do not own or have sought permission to use. I do not own it or Supernatural. I am not writing this fic for profit, blah, blah, blah. You know the drill.
Warning will be written at the beginning of every chapter for various reasons. This might get a little dark. You have been warned.
Warning for this chapter- Naked time, Dubious consent, hand job
The next time Dean saw Castiel it was just like old times. The hunter woke up with a start, knife in hand, blinking his eyes clear of sleep until he recognized the former angel staring him down from his bedside.
"Oh thank god. It's God.", Dean grumbled out, sounding tired and very put out even to himself as he rolled his eyes at Castiel. He threw the useless weapon in its hiding place under his pillow and laid back down before rolled over with all good intentions of returning to sleep.
"The only reason you are still alive is because I am trying to decide if your impudence in the face of such power is either out of sheer stupidity or a wish for your own demise.", Castiel's gravelly voice cut through the darkness and made the edges of night pressed down tighter all around Dean as his eyes snapped back open.
"You can read my mind so what's the point of being quiet?", Dean complained into his pillow because for fuck's sake, if he was going to die, he might as well be comfortable. Dean still held his pillow tight to hide the tremor in his hands though. First rule of dealing with the supernatural was to never let them see how scared you were. Fear made you lose ground, make stupid mistakes, and got you killed quicker. "Anyway, I thought you valued honesty.".
It was quiet for so long in answer, Dean almost let himself believe that Castiel had left again. It was wishful thinking on his part, of course, and he knew it. The cool night air was too hot and thick now with barely contained energy from Castiel not to be. Through iron self control alone, Dean managed to keep still when he felt the mattress sink, the new god settling down beside him on the bed without any word of warning. It was due to self preservation that made Dean not react when unyielding hands pulled him into a hard lap until he was sat upright, straddling Castiel's thighs. It was all too sudden, too intimate, and too close, with Dean left with the only option of placing his hands on Castiel's shoulders to remain sitting up comfortably.
For all the heat he gave off, the new god was surprisingly cool to the touch, the contact between them sending little currents of energy up and down Dean's nerve endings as he clutched at tan trenchcoat. It didn't hurt but it was unsettling, Dean shifting from it with unease borne of a lifetime of listening to his instincts. They were currently screaming at him to go run and hide.
"You lied to me.", Castiel said easily, his own hands claiming a space of flesh on Dean's hips, holding him in place when the hunter tried to express some token resistance and get up from his new seat.
"So did you.", Dean pointed out. Maybe he did have a death wish, he mused. Anyone else in their right mind would be shutting up right about now. Of course, anyone else would probably would be a babbling mess of issues curled up in a corner wetting themselves.
"It was for your own good. I wish you would understand that.", Castiel spoke as if he were dealing with a small child or slow adult, patronizing and far too kind for anyone else's good. "I saved you. I saved us all. You should be thanking me. Praising me.". Dean reevaluated their positioning. He would have prayed Castiel wasn't implying what he was thinking, but he wasn't about to start something like that now.
"And how would you liked to be thanked? Singing telegram? Fruit basket?", Dean made himself smart off, feeling himself go cold and dead inside. Castiel's fingers rubbing small circles into the 'V' of his hipbones did nothing to elevate this feeling.
"With all that you are.", Castiel intoned, making Dean dry swallow hard enough that his throat clicked from it. Ignoring the inner sickness that threatened to make him retch, Dean leaned in, his skin clammy with sweat and chilled from the night air. He tried to focus on that sensation instead of the dizzy ache in his head that was making it hard for him to focus. To his surprise and ultimately his relief, Castiel turned his head away before Dean could finish the kiss.
"It means nothing if I don't have your heart.", Castiel explained with cold eyes that made Dean draw back with a shudder.
"I don't know what you want from me.", Dean lied. He shivered when Castiel started to stroke Dean's stubbly cheek with the back of his knuckles, the touch gentle yet still a warning.
"The love I see inside of you, your love for me that I know resides within your soul. Now that I know it is there, I can not ignore it. It is mine and yet you continue to deny me its splendor.", Castiel sighed, letting his hand fall away to trail down to Dean's chest, belly, and then to his thighs, feeling the muscles there through the ratty grey sweats and t-shirt Dean had fallen asleep in.
"Why?', Dean breathed out slowly, trying not to feel where Castiel decided to touch him. Inquisitive fingers were currently mapping out the anatomy of his inner thighs, following the veins of warmth there that led to more tender parts of his flesh. Dean bit the inside of his cheek, hard enough so that he tasted wet iron to keep 'little Dean' from reacting. His body was making other decisions on the subject matter though while ignoring all his boner killing thoughts about granny porn, baseball, and kicking small baby animals in the face.
"I do not understand your inquiry. Elaborate with your words or else I will pull if from your mind.", Castiel said, sounding distracted. His eyes were following the movement of his hands and the press of his fingertips against flesh that was starting to react to his attention. "I hope you appreciate the refrain I am showing by allowing you the privacy of your thoughts. Consider it a gift, one of many I can bestow upon you if you remain in my good favor.".
Body betraying him, Dean tilted his head back and kept his eyes trained on the ceiling as he tried to valiantly ignore the erection he was so clearly sporting now. "Why would you give a flying fuck about that or me? You're god now, like with the big 'G'. Like you said, I'm an ant. Holy hell, I'm so far out of your league now, I don't think there is even a way to measure it.", Dean fumbled quickly for his thoughts on the matter. Having God in your head had been a unpleasant experience, on par with Godzilla looking for a sushi bar in Tokyo. It was not a sensation he wanted to revisit any time soon.
Never allowed to dwell long on his own thoughts, Dean became aware of chilled night air nipping at his skin, all of it, his clothes a memory now. "So why all the face time? I thought burning bushes would be more your style now.". Dean gasped in cutting air when he felt a single fingertip run down the length of his erection from leaking crown to engorged base, the hunter flushing dark red from it. Dean kept his eyes glued to his view of the ceiling, unable to look down.
"I don't know. It is troublesome.", Castiel sounded thoughtful and for all his concern, slightly bored. "Bothersome even. I should end you, this attachment. It is unnecessary for one such as I. You are unnecessary.".
"Story of my life. Make it quick. You owe me that much.", Dean sighed, partially in relief. So he was surprised when he felt a dry kiss pressed to the apple of his neck.
"Despite what reservations I may have, you are still my creation and a maker is entitled to enjoy the fruits of his labor. This body…", Castiel answered his own question, one hand seeking to wrap around Dean's cock while the other gripped his balls to tug gently down on them, eliciting a throaty moan from Dean before he continued speaking. "….This flesh is mine, remade from what I was.". Any hope Dean had had about avoiding an uncertain fate were crushed but he could hardly focus on that now, Castiel rippling his fingers as he stroked satiny flesh moist and slick with precome.
Letting Castiel win for now, Dean remained quiet the rest of the night, unable and unwilling to keep up this line of conversation while he was being jerked off. Dean lost his staring match with the ceiling, allowing his head to come to rest on Castiel's shoulder so that the hunter could silently mouth his curses into the soft skin there. When he came, his orgasm was pulled from him from Castiel's dry touch alone, his soft cry of release sounding broken even to him.
Though he mojoed the mess of sweat and semen away after Dean was done and left shuddering against him, Castiel left the human naked and utterly spent in his lap, the new god stroking Dean's heaving sides as he came down from his high. The hunter could think of nothing to say or find the energy to do so as he recovered, growing hot and sullen with humiliation. Castiel reflected his silence back to him, the new god unspeaking, eerily so, as the air hummed with power all around him. Against his best efforts, Dean fell back asleep in Castiel's arms. It wasn't like he had a choice.
Castiel was gone in the morning. Dean didn't bother wishing that it had all been a dream. He knew he wasn't that lucky.