Chapter warning- sub/dom overtones, oral sex, blow job, nudity. Yes, there is sex in this. If you don't like or want to read about sex, then don't read this.
It wasn't so much a plan because really when had a plan made by a Winchester ever gone smoothly or as expected. It was more of a desperate gamble that had the very distinct possibility of getting Dean not only killed, but possibly wiped completely from existence. The later option was really going to depend if God was in a grumpy mood and not buying what Dean was selling, but considering that what was left of Team Free Will was seriously running low on viable options, Dean was willing to risk it.
Sam was no longer on his feet, having taken a turn for the worst. His wall had been cracked wide open by Castiel which was why the hunter was currently in Bobby's panic room, sweating out fear and pain through his pores while trapped in the confines of his own tortured mind. The younger Winchester remained locked in pseudo sleep, with only the memories of the Cage complete its very own Lucifer to keep Sam company.
Never idle, Bobby and Dean had done hours upon hours of research, and tried every spell they thought might have worked and ever a few that didn't just for the hell of it, had contacted reluctant demons, rogue angels, and even a few minor deities. No one would fix Sam. Most weren't even willing to attempt to no matter what the payment or threat was, claiming that they couldn't anyway, the deal way above their pay grade. The rest were too scared to even try, not wanting to upset the new boss. Left with no options, Dean came up with his own solution, one he implemented in his room in the dead of night after he was sure Bobby had drunk himself to sleep.
The hunter prayed.
It was nothing fancy, poetic, or flowery in wording. Dean didn't have a lot of experience or practice in this area. Sam was the praying type, not Dean. Honestly, he had never seen the point of wasting time and words of someone who obviously didn't give a damn, and anyway, the last time he had prayed for Sam, it hadn't exactly ended well for them. It was a whole different ballgame though when you're on a first name basis with the powers that be.
"Um…Dear Castiel?….crap, I'm not writing a letter….Our Castiel who art in heaven I guess, could you come on down? I need to talk to you…..um….yeah. Over and out. Amen?", was the mental vomit that made up what could be laughing called a prayer. Even Dean grimaced from the wording, hoping he didn't get smited from afar for it. As desperately as he needed to speak with Castiel, Dean half hoped that he wouldn't get an answer…..
"Hello Dean."
…but fuck, when had he ever been that lucky? Dean wetted his lip with a nervous tongue, turning to see Castiel, god, whatever standing way too close to him. Even in awkward moments like this, Dean was grateful some things never changed.
"Hey Cas, thanks for coming.", Dean said, making a point of being polite. He needed this to work.
"What do you want? I am very busy.", Castiel asked, his tone and expression even, giving Dean nothing to work with or a clue on how generous god was feeling today.
"Yeah, I know. You're making the news everyday.", Dean tapped down a rising note of anger. He hadn't asked Castiel here to discuss his new day job and Sam couldn't afford for Dean let himself get distracted by other people's deaths. "I need….a favor."
Dean's stomach dropped as Castiel's eyes narrowed. This was not boding well. Overriding his sense of self preservation, Dean pushed forward. "Sam's head needs fixing. It's bleeding Hell into him since you took his wall down.". he said, proud of himself for keeping most of the bitterness and anger out of his voice so that his words didn't sound accusatory.
"I am well aware.", Castiel nodded, the gesture slow yet graceful. "I have left it down as his punishment.".
Dean blinked in surprise. "Why the hell would you do that, you son of a bitch?!", he snapped, getting in Castiel's face as he finally let his temper get the better of him. Dean groaned inwardly as soon as the words left his mouth.
"I will remind you that he stabbed me in the back. You should be grateful he is still alive in any sense of the word at all.", Castiel's words could have been made of ice and razors for all the feeling that they held within them. Dean trembled despite his resolve, part of him wondering how the hell was he still alive.
"I know, Cas, and I'm sure if Sam could talk right now that he would be real sorry about doing that to you.", Dean mumbled, backing down. He was unable to look Castiel in the eye so he settled for a view of the grimy floorboards. Bobby really needed to clean this place. Of course, if Castiel wiped them off the face of the earth in a fit of rage cause Dean pissed him off, the old hunter wouldn't have to worry about it for much longer.
"I care very little about what your brother feels or how he is feeling.", Castiel stated with an air of finality that signaled to Dean that this conversation was almost over and done with.
"Wait! Hold up!", Dean lunged forward, snagging handfuls of tan trench coat before he realized what he was even doing. Castiel gave him a look that made Dean's blood nearly freeze to a stand still in his veins but allowed himself to be paused.
"I wasn't asking for a freebie. You do something for me and I'll do something for you.", Dean pushed the words past his lips with brave effort and crumbling resolve. The bright idea in his mind was beginning to wither on the vine.
"You wish to make a bargain? I am no mere petty demon waiting at some crossroad. I have no need for desperate deals.", Castiel said coolly, his disinterest and distain a tangible presence between them. Dean ignored it, committing himself to the plan.
"Yeah, but you're god now right? Don't you wanna be worshipped?" It was a gamble, a shot in the dark, but it was enough to make Castiel stop and take interest.
"I'm listening.", the god titled his head ever so slightly to the side. Dean had never been so grateful to see that old familiar gesture in his life.
"Heal Sam's head, for keeps this time, and I'll pray to you.", Dean licked his lips in a vain attempt to appear calm and collected before a god that was beginning to look a touch bored bordering on impatient.
"Again you speak of deals….", Castiel sighed, sounding disappointed but still hesitant if his blank expression was any indication. Dean prided himself on being able to read the void that was Castiel past and present, the seemingly mindless soldier, the confused but resolute fallen afterward, and even now as god, Dean was willing to bet the Impala that Castiel was interested.
"The way I see it, the whole religion thing in a nutshell is a transaction. A little prayer, a dash of faith, some Hail Marys for some flavor, all in exchange for a miracle every once in a while. That's all I'm asking. Some proof that you deserve what I'm offering.", Dean explained quickly, before he lost his audience. Instead he gained its ire.
"Deserve? I deserve your total obedience, devotion, and the entirety of your belief. This is not something that I will bargain for.", Castiel's eyes sparked blue in his growing anger, the azure flare a warning. Despite all, Dean doggedly continued.
"You will if you want it given freely. I don't doubt that you could make me a Borg drone but I don't think you want that cause you would have done it already. It's a new you but like the old you, I think you still like free will even if it pisses you off.", Dean toed the line, wondering at what point in his life he had gained a talent for tap-dancing the razor's edge between insanity and 'oh fuck me, this is a really bad idea'.
"I'm listening. Complete your demand.", Castiel growled out, his words rough and sharp as ore.
"Not a demand, a request. You fix Sam and I become devout. Simple as pie.", Dean said smoothly, attempting to smooth down some of Castiel's roughened edges. It seemed to work to an extent. Castiel's visage lost its beginnings of anger, the new god looking more thoughtful than anything else at the moment.
"Faith is not a simple matter. It required tests to see if it can be broken.", Castiel considered out loud.
Dean didn't like the sound of that but he didn't have many choices and he wasn't about to back down now that he had Castiel's attention and a possibly a way to heal his brother. "Bring it on.", he said without hesitation.
"Strip."
"W-What?", was the eloquent answer Dean's brain came up with to Castiel's order.
"You stated that your belief needed a miracle to survive. I am simply seeking payment toward that. Show me how devout you are willing to be. Your sincerity will speak more volumes on it than your words.", Castiel said.
"But you want me to strip? Like get naked?", Dean asked, hoping that he had misheard or misunderstood.
"I believe that is what the word means. If you need clearer instructions, I would like you to remove your clothing. All of them.", Castiel clarified, leaving Dean without a doubt and a sinking feeling in his gut.
"Why?", the hunter tried to buy some time to regain his mental footing.
"Your place is not to act why. Your god has told you to strip to prove your faith. If you refuse then our time here is done and my services are not needed. I will not squander my attention or my power on heathens.", Castiel frowned, the expression a mild one but detrimental to all of Dean's hopes.
The hunter reacted quickly, moving closer to the new god than he had ever previously dared. "Hold up! I wasn't refusing anything. Just give me a second. It's not everyday someone says strip without warning or some damn foreplay.", Dean grumbled, his tongue suddenly feeling too thick for his mouth. He was already unbuttoning his fly with one hand while the other pulled up the hem of his shirt.
"I am not just someone.", Dean heard over the cotton release of his clothing, the hunter divesting himself of all his layers as quickly and efficiently as possible.
"Don't I know it." Dean grumbled as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, the hunter using his toes to slide off his socks. "This nude enough for you? Enjoying the view?".
"I do appreciate seeing my own work even if you have been careless with it.", Castiel's gaze was all encompassing, making Dean shiver under the weight of it as his former keeper's eyes lingered over fresh scars and still healing flesh. Dean made himself stand still as Castiel walked a full circle around him, taking in everything from head to toe until he stood back in front of him. As much as Dean would have liked to avoid eye contact, Castiel would have none of it. The new god reached out to catch the hunter's jaw in a firm grip, looking Dean dead in the eye, spring green edged with gold clashing with winter sky blue.
"You will kneel.", Castiel said softly.
Dean nearly choked on air, staring back at Castiel with wide eyes. The icy gaze that met of his own told him that new god would not be denied. Swallowing hard, Dean sank down to his knees, Castiel's hold following him with him, making the hunter keep in tandem with their stare. "This low enough or you want me kissing the floor?", Dean said, just a little bit proud of himself for the small defiance he still managed to keep in his voice.
"I want you to worship me as you see fit. I want to witness your adoration, your own way of it.", Castiel said before releasing Dean from his hold. The hunter gratefully looked down at the floor and made another study of Castiel's shoes in his relief.
"I don't know how. Holy hell, I don't even pray.", Dean sighed. A small part of him had known that it might come to this, would come to this. He had been holding out for something better though, crazy notion that it was.
"I can tell.", Castiel's tone sounded dry. It was enough to make Dean snort in amusement despite the situation.
"I gank weird shit for an unpaid living. If you want Shakespeare go bother the dude in his Heaven.", the hunter shrugged, daring to look up again to meet Castiel's eyes, the blue of them softening to warmer shades of cyan and cerulean. Dean hoped that was a good thing.
"You assume a lot. He is not there.", Castiel said. He reached out to start stroking Dean's hair, the hunter reminding himself in time not to flinch.
The former angel's answer was enough to illicit not only curiosity but a response from the hunter. "Really? His ticket got punched for Hell?", Dean asked. He could almost pretend that they were having a normal conversation, well as normal as their conversations ever were.
"He got his ten years and immortal accolades.", Castiel hummed, his hands lingering in Dean's hair, making a study of touch on the lock's silken qualities. The hunter leaned into the exploration, letting himself enjoy it if only for a moment. Castiel's touch was seeking, not demanding as he thought it would always be. It soothed Dean in more ways than he would have cared to admit.
"No shit. Who else?", Dean said absently, resting his hands on either side of Castiel's thighs to steady himself.
"We can discuss such matters at a later date. You are trying to avoid the present situation. I thought that you wanted your brother healed in a timely manner.", Castiel said, wrenching Dean out of his fantasy and back into brutal reality, where a god awaited his payment. The god's hand trailed down the back of Dean's skull to grip his neck like a collar, destroying the last of soft illusions. "Revere me, adore me, worship me and it shall be done. You have my word."
"You won't get all wrathful if I fuck this up?", Dean tried not to think about the flesh binding though he breathed a small sigh of relief, or was it regret more treacherous parts of his mind hinted, as Castiel's hands fanned out further to kneed at his shoulders.
"I am a loving god.", Castiel reminded, his tone low and gravely enough to make Dean's stomach do odd little flips and even lowers parts of his anatomy perk up to attention.
"You keep saying that…", Dean sent a sharp order down to his baser desires to behave. The situation was already complicated enough without throwing his fucked up libido into it. "Why do I have to be naked?".
"Humility goes hand in hand with piety.", Castiel shrugged, the human gesture looking very out of place at the moment.
"So you gotta pay your dirt due down below before you can get a little bit of love from up on high, huh? Typical.", Dean groused, his fingers plucking at the tan material of Castiel's trench coat.
"This is an act of futility. You will never give yourself to another willingly.", Castiel frowned, his voice soft edged with disappointment as his hands left Dean's skin altogether but he couldn't risk Castiel taking off. Panicking, Dean surprised them both by throwing himself forward to wrap his arms tightly around Castiel's legs. If Castiel hadn't been what he was, the hunter's weight and strength would have toppled them both over. As it was, Dean felt like he had just thrown himself at a brick wall.
"No! Don't….Damn it, just give me a chance!", Dean told Castiel's kneecaps. He had to think of something quick, Dean's mind flying through his thoughts, ideals, and half remembered memories of other religions and their practices. Settling on a classic, Dean released his hold on Castiel long enough to sink down to the god's feet. There, the hunter started to untie a shiny black dress shoes, freeing the socked foot from its confines with a little help from its owner who followed through Dean's silent bidding to lift his foot and keep still in perfect balance on one foot. A black sock soon followed its housing, revealing a pale foot. It was fine boned, almost delicate looking in a way. Dean had never considered himself a foot guy but he knew a good example of one when he saw it. Thoughts going awry, Dean briefly wondered if Jimmy had ever had anyone tell him what lovely feet he had when he was alive and not the accommodation for a deity.
Collecting himself to keep from getting further distracted, Dean cupped the foot gently in both hands, pressing his lips to the top of it. Castiel's skin was dry to the touch and Dean was somewhat surprised to find that there was no odor. He would have felt relieved but the lack of scent was almost disconcerting in its absence. All he could get off of Castiel's skin was a faint ozone smell, almost metallic in its sterility. Seeking he knew not what, Dean trailed light kisses up the bridge of Castiel's foot, pushing back pant leg to reveal more pale flesh and the rigid bone work of ankles. Feeling daring and noticing that Castiel wasn't stopping him, Dean pressing his mouth against the sharp bone nob there, swirling his tongue around it. The former angel's skin tasted like he smelled, dry, mild, and a touch electric, like Dean had just licked a battery to test out its charge.
Releasing the foot to set it down gently, Dean gave the exact same treatment to the other though this time he ended his open mouth kiss to the ankle with a nip, his teeth caressing bone ridge. He leaned back on hands and heels to look up into Castiel's face, wondering if anything he had done was worth a damn or made any difference. He was met with eyes too blue and crazed to be real, the new god trying to devour him through staring alone.
"More.", Castiel breathed out, demanded. Sagging a little from relief that he hadn't fucked up his chances just yet, Dean wondered where and how far he should take this. Seeing what was within reach from his position, Dean went next for Castiel's hands, starting with the right one. Palm up, Dean licked the meat of it, tasting dead life lines of a man burnt out of his husk a long time ago. The angel turned god had not need for the ended future carved into his stolen skin.
Before Dean had a chance to continue his exploration, a hand to the back of his head pressed the hunter up against Castiel's front, his nose bumping crotch. The line of hardness there was impossible to ignore especially with it being pressed up against Dean's cheek.
"Isn't that against some sort of rule?", Dean wondered as Castiel's hand slid through his hair and over his scalp in almost a coaxing gesture. Dean had to close his eyes and breath out slowly, focusing on the action of draining all the air out of his lungs to keep calm. Steeling himself, Dean placed his hands over Castiel's swollen cock, one hand moving upward while the other moved downward and back, the hunter mapping out his task.
"It is man who has demonized sexuality. There is nothing sinful about coitus.", Castiel's words coming out light and airy, his attention obviously elsewhere.
"Except that you call it that. Really, Cas? Coitus? You know every language on Earth and that's what you're going with?", Dean rolled his eyes, but kept his head down to do so. He doubted Castiel would have noticed though, the former angel watching the hunter's hands work him over inch by inch.
Castiel ignored him in favor of continuing his thought on the matter, though his words came out stilted with every pass of Dean's hand over his erection.
"It is a universal act starting at the most basic level of atoms merging with one another. The universe itself was made from an act of passion. I believe man refers to it as the Big Bang. Appropriate in some ways. I remember it being very noisy.", Castiel sighed, stroking Dean's hair gently, touch lingering as it came into contact with skin.
"Are you trying to tell me that everything here is just the aftermath of space and time bumping uglies?", Dean laughed despite himself and everything else as he mouthed Castiel's front, making the dress pant's dark material wet as salvia seeped through one side and precome the other.
"Crudely put but still fairly accurate.", Castiel grunted as Dean applied his teeth into tormenting him.
"Well I be damned…again.", Dean muttered, unbuckling Castiel's belt and he drew the dress pant's zipper down with the other. "Or maybe not. You're seriously good with this?".
"I believe humans vilified sex due the Nephilim. They were so beautiful, the children of angels and man, the Lost Ones. Their passing was mourned quite deeply by both our races, so much so that you as a people had to disparage the sacred act of love with anything remotely ethereal with promises of hellfire and damnation.", Castiel stated coolly as he watched Dean free his erection from the confines of his boxers. Dean hadn't known what to expect in the underwear department, assuming that Castiel still wore what Jimmy had been wearing at the time of his demise. He would have pegged Jimmy as a tighty whitey kinda of guy but apparently the ad salesman had preferred his boys to breath.
"Your foreplay sucks.", Dean grumbled, taking Castiel into his mouth without further ado. He had never given head before but had received enough of it to get the gist, the hunter just imitating what he liked having done to him.
Dean reflected that he must have been doing it right because Castiel came with no warning other than a sigh, holding Dean's head in place so he had to either swallow Castiel's load or choke on it. Unlike his skin, Castiel's cum wasn't flavorless. It burned with power and heat, coating the inside of Dean's mouth and down his throat with a smoldering wash of salt and energy that left his insides tingling long after he had swallowed.
The sensations left Dean gasping, covered in sweat as he leaned up against Castiel's hip for support, the new god stroking his hair as the hunter clung to him. The simply command of 'More' made Dean look up into fathomless blue eyes, Castiel's gaze looking past his own and down to the hunter's own ignored erection. The meaning behind it became clear enough as Dean watched Castiel wet his chapped lips, the former angel seeming enthralled as he studied the trails of pearly precome that were making Dean's penis glisten. With a shuddering sigh, Dean leaned back on his heels to present himself, an offering, a feast for the eyes, one hand bracing himself up while the other wrapped around his length to stripe his hardness, pulling at it.
Dean didn't last long under that considerable gaze, one that he didn't dare meet, couldn't even if he had wanted to. He had long since gone past the point of no return, his orgasm an imminent thing. Unlike Castiel, Dean was not quiet about his release, the hunter shouting out his pleasure. Drained and feeling weak from pleasure, Dean was unable to keep himself from sagging boneless onto the floor. As much as he would have liked to rest, Castiel was still demanding more, his silence speaking volumes.
Unsure of what he was supposed to do, Dean offered up his hands to the god, the rough scarred skin of them coated in semen. It was his last submission, the only one Dean had left to give, the hunter on his back with his belly exposed and his limp cock plastered to his legs with the remains of its own spent.
Castiel stared down long enough at Dean that the hunter started to feel nervous and more than a little embarrassed. Just as he started to lower his hands though, Dean found his wrists caught in an iron grip and his body pulled upward by an effortless strength. Castiel held Dean's body against his own, keeping the hunter in place with a hold on his wrists and waist. He seemed pleased when Dean didn't struggle, the hunter letting the god take his weight and direct him wherever he wanted. Dean even watched as Castiel started to lick the cooling fluid off of his fingers, one digit at a time, as if savoring the hunter's milky essence.
When Dean's skin was cleaned spotless, his hands were released but the hunter was not allowed to go far, Castiel's arms fully encircling him, the new god leaning in close so that they were cheek to cheek, permanent 5oclock stubble rasping against Dean's skin. Unsure of where to put his hands or what was even allowed anymore, Dean made an executive decision of 'fuck it' and placed his hands on either side of Castiel's narrow waist. He was certain of two things.
The first being that there was absolutely no escape for Castiel now.
The second was that this close Dean could feel Castiel's renewed interest, the god's erection pressed up against his thigh.
"More."