AN-Chapter warning- nudity, hand jobs, marking, language, dubious consent(?)...maybe...'shrugs' Don't like, don't read.
After Sam was put back together again and Dean got over his disbelief that Castiel had kept his promise, the hunters couldn't see any reason why they shouldn't go back to business as usual. New god or not, there were things out there that still went bump in the night and liked to eat people while doing it. Calls still came into Bobby's, hunters asking for guidance or backup or both. The demand was heavy enough that the boys borrowed one of Bobby's junkers, since Dean still hadn't deemed the Impala road worthy yet, and hit the highways. They went to check out what should have been an easy hunt nearby, just a few towns over. One wayward vampire turned into a nest of the fanged bastards, holed up in their very own impromptu fortress of an abandoned warehouse.
After scouting out the premise and not liking their odds against the greater numbers, Dean and Sam had decided to come back later when it was daylight and just burn the whole dilapidated building down to its foundation, doing the county a favor in more ways than one. Winchester luck, however, decided that the vamps would pick up their scent just as they were trying to leave and get the jump on the hunters.
Rabbiting, Sam had gone right and down the stairs while Dean had gone left and up, heading toward the roof. For whatever reason, the vampires, all of them, decided to follow the older Winchester, which is why Dean found himself standing on a roof's ledge with a void of empty air on one side of him and a whole lot of ugly fanged death on the other. The continuation of his mortality was looking pretty grim, considering Sam was looking up at Dean from the ground level with an expression of desperate open horror on his face. There was no way that his brother would make it up here in time and it wouldn't matter if he did anyway. Any rescue attempt at this point would be a suicide mission so Dean did what he could to push Sam toward the right decision. He fished the keys for the Impala out of his back pocket and let gravity do the rest for him. He just hoped that Sam would have enough damn sense let him go. This wasn't going to end pretty and he needed someone he could trust to come back and clean up this shit show when he was gone.
While Dean considered his options, few that they were, he knew one thing for sure. He wasn't going to be drained again and made into a monster. Once was enough. The other option of being torn limb from limb and eaten alive wasn't how he wanted to go either. Dean knew having an open casket was not really an option in his line of work but at the very least, he wanted to leave enough behind to merit a pine box.
"Fuck this noise. I'm not giving your Twilight wannabes a taste of this fine ass.", Dean grunted as he stuck the barrel of the gun under his chin and pulled the trigger, turning so that he would fall backwards off the roof. With any luck, Sam would have time to grab his corpse and go. He wondered in the microseconds between where he was heading this time. It was a sad thing when Heaven held no allure or respite over Hell. Dean toyed with the idea of reincarnation or if that was even going to be a viable option for him. Did you have to convert for that? "Probably…", he mused, "Figures."
What Dean and his audience expected to happen never did, all bodies on the roof stunned into the stillness of surprise by the lack of newly exposed brain matter and answering blood mist. The quiet was short lived though as the vampires erupted, bursting spontaneously into human sized torches of screaming death before crumbling away into fine ash in the span of seconds. Dean only got a glimpse of this phenomenon though, before he was plucked bodily off of the roof. One moment there, the following held in-between a space of swirling lights and white noise, and then gone to find himself being slammed into a wall.
As far as walls went, it was a very nice one. A little unknown fact about the hunter, Dean was a bit of an expert on walls. Demons and any other supernatural asshat with telekinesis seemed to live for slamming Winchesters into them, usually face first. This particular wall was highly decorative with a roughened cream colored stucco texture to its surface and an inlaid mosaic pattern of black marble running across its width. The effect was striking and Dean might of appreciated the craftsmanship a bit more if he wasn't being bounced off of it. As far as he was concerned, stucco and mosaic translated into scratches dotted with small weird bruises that would be fairly annoying and hurt more than they should.
Before Dean could begin to question this new development, his view was filled with the images of an angry god who picked him off of the ground to easily pin the stunned hunter to the wall with one hand, the tasteful stonework digging into Dean's back in small hurtful places. He hated it when he was right.
"How dare you. How dare you try to take your own life.", Castiel seethed through clenched teeth, stray currents of powers crackling off of his skin to set it aglow. His breath was far too hot to be mistaken for human, the heat held in it threatening to burn the surface of Dean's skin. Castiel's eyes were perhaps the most frightening thing of all though, a pair of maelstroms made of ice and wicked blue fire barely being contained within their shell of flesh as they flared light from their corners. Dean felt as though he could have been kept in place alone from those eyes and the power they held.
"I didn't have a choice!", Dean gasped, making his mouth and lungs work for him, but just barely. The hunter ended up face planting into thick carpet when Castiel abruptly let him go, god's will letting gravity take control again.
"Ow.", Dean mumbled into the plush flooring, sitting up to find Castiel staring down at him with an unfathomable look. Dean stared back, trying to match the look. He was starting to get emotional whiplash here from the rapid fire of Castiel's mood swings. Just one second ago, the guy looked like he was going to tear his head off. Now it looked like he had gone back to counting Dean's freckles or whatever the hell Castiel did when he stared at the hunter like that.
"You truly believe that. I can hear the truth in your words.", Castiel said softly. It was enough to make Dean break off staring first, the hunter resolutely ignoring the note of sadness that was laced through Castiel's words.
"Yeah, so? There's no point in lying to you. Seriously? What else was I supposed to do? Let Twatlight make me their bitch and pass my ass around until its drained? No thanks. Been there, done that, have the mental scarring to prove it.", Dean shrugged, making himself too busy to look at Castiel by getting up and brushing dirt, imaginary and real, off of his clothing. He needn't have bothered to waste the time or the effort, the hunter finding himself divested of all his many layers. Dean noticed this about the same time that he was being laid out on his back upon a large soft bed full of pillows and pearly white silk sheets.
"What? No diner? No small talk?", Dean joked weakly as Castiel joined him on the bed, naked as well and still glowing a bit, "Just 'wham, bam, thank you, amen'?". He didn't know where he was but the view and salty scent in the air coming from the window meant that it was some place coastal so it was probably a pretty safe bet to assume he wasn't in South Dakota anymore. Dean bit back a yelp when the new god moved to sit on top of him, straddling Dean to lean over him, Castiel's hands on either side of his head to cage him in.
"You will not put yourself in harm's way.", Castiel ordered, his tone imperial enough to raise every one of Dean's hackles.
"I can't promise that. It's my job. I gank shit and most of the time it tries to return the favor.", Dean growled, glaring back.
"This is not up for debate. Your god has spoken. You shall obey.", Castiel glowered and the air in the room suddenly seemed denser, harder to breathe in. Part of Dean wanted to profusely apologize and debase himself at Castiel's feet for a chance at forgiveness. The rest of him rose up determinately to meet the challenge head on though, teeth bared and jaw snapping.
"It is who I am. If you take that away from me, I'm nothing.", Dean seethed through clenched jaw, ignoring how Castiel tried to loom over him, pulling the shadows of the room into play in aid of this. Dean continued to stare down the former angel, showing him how unimpressed he was by it. He had gotten worse from better. His entire life was a showcase of this, of powers trying to force him into a corner to do their bidding. Dean wasn't about to start caving now.
Castiel arched a brow at the defiance but seemed to let it go as he sat back on the hunter's midsection, letting the room go back to normal. He noted that Dean seemed more distracted by that than the power play. "You are more than just some mere hunter.", Castiel stated firmly, trailing his hands down Dean's chest, watching as the skin flushed bright colors under his touch.
"What am I then?", Dean grunted, thinking about old people doing it, that time he was really hung over and couldn't stop puking, and changing diapers to keep himself from reacting to Castiel's turn in attention. He had to teach Castiel some sort of technique in foreplay. This bipolar flip from "I will smite thee heathen' to 'let me smother you with love' was doing horrible things to his 'this makes me horny' list. Dean knew he was fucked up but he was pretty damn sure that threats to his life or freedom shouldn't ever be considered a turn on.
"You are mine.", Castiel said solemnly as he drew symbols with the tips of his fingers on the skin over Dean's heart, literally. Dean didn't like the looks of the light show that being emitted from his own flesh, the etchings left behind glowing a funny blue color.
"Stop doing that. It doesn't look healthy.", the hunter countered, trying to wiggle out from beneath the former angel which was as about effective as climbing out from under a mountain. Dean finally admitted defeat and gave up, lying back on the bed that he had to admit was pretty damn comfortable, even with a great lump of a god sitting in his lap. "Can't I be both?".
"This is not your body. This is not your life. You will not throw either away needlessly. I will not permit it.", Castiel said, laying down on Dean so that they were cheek to cheek, chest to chest, groin to groin, their legs tangling together, Castiel's arms wrapping around Dean's shoulder to cradle them even closer. They laid like that for what felt like a long time to Dean, listening to the comforting sounds of surf, reliable and soothing in its repartition. After a while, Dean found himself willing enough to wrap his own arms around Castiel, completing the hold. He had felt weird just laying there with his arms at his sides gripping too soft sheets, not doing anything. Now his callused hands rested on the small of pale back, rubbing small circles into it. It felt strange in its normalcy, Castiel's skin cool to the touch but not disconcertingly so though the surface of it gave off the crackle and tingle of electricity sometime.
For just a moment, Dean found that he could pretend, allow himself to believe that he was safe in the arms of a lover, someone he could have trusted, had done so at one point in time with not only his own life but his brother's as well. To Dean, that was saying everything.
Much to Dean's surprise, it was Castiel who broke this bit of peace first. He'd thought that Castiel would have been content to just stay like this until he needed to go do god things like he normally did when they were together in bed and cuddling was forced on Dean. "This place is nice, nicer than the hovels you choose to reside in. I could keep you here." was said softly by lips pressed up close to Dean's ear. It managed to sound like personal despair and ruin all at once to Dean.
Making himself stay calm, Dean drew his head back enough so that he could look Castiel in the eye. "It'll be like the green room all over again. Cas, don't do this. Please. There's gotta be another way.", Dean said low, his tone rasping from the amount of self control he was trying to exert. Panic with its cellmate Fear were clawing his insides to fine ribbons. He took a moment to lick his lips and express his thoughts further on the matter. "You don't want me to gank myself, fine. No promises though if you cage me. You'll drive me to it.".
"Your concessions and offers are pointless. I will simply bring you back.", Castiel dismissed, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek against Dean's, their stubble rasping from the contact.
"C-cas….", Dean stammered, fear freeing itself long enough to start choking the hunter by his own throat as his mind went blank. Old engrained habit kicked in and Dean found himself counting his breaths just like his old man had taught him to do, slowing them down to manageable levels. Many would claim that John Winchester had been too harsh and fanatical about his sons' training but Dean felt that Sam and him were living proof that it worked as he bottled his terror and tapped into his ever present fount of rage to make himself react to the danger at hand.
Rationally access the situation. Take note of all exits and outs if you have to retreat. Anything can be used as a weapon if you're creative enough.
Old lessons that had been pounded into his skull since the tender age of four grounded Dean, making him glare back in the face of god with open righteous fury. "Cas….", when careful words failed him like they always seemed to do, Dean went with his gut and used the weapons he had at hand. You can't move a mountain by fighting it but you sure could blow it the fuck up. "…..you pathetic child."
For a brief moment. Dean watched as Castiel's eyes widened in surprise before the hunter launched into his full attack. "You think just because you get a holy power up that you can just do whatever the hell you want?! You know what? Screw you. You're not god, at least not the God or whoever you're trying to be. You're just some poor bastard who got the fucked up raw end of an already shitty deal. You dealt with it the best you could and did what you had to but you're a grunt who got promoted too quickly to general without learning the ropes first. You wanna lead then lead by example, not by killing off all the competition or anyone else who disagrees with you. Humans aren't your fucking toys and the world isn't your sandbox! The moment you start thinking like that makes you just as bad as the feathered asshats you replaced. No wait, it makes you worse cause you know fucking better.", Dean snarled, "You wanna be God so bad then quit being such a damn infantile asshole about it!".
Dean was left panting from his tirade, glaring up at a stunned looking Castiel, who seemed as immovable as a statue at the moment. Well versed in strange ethereal tendencies of immolating the inanimate, Dean was used to it by now. He just wished Castiel wouldn't do it on top of him. "And this is how I die.", Dean mused to himself, "Cas gets lost in thought, forgets about everything, and I end up starving to death. Naked. No, wait. I'll die of thirst first. Still naked. Awesome."
Castiel touching their foreheads together reminded Dean that he had just told off god and the hunter found himself wondering what the hell the former angel was going to do about it. "I want you.", Castiel whispered in a pained voice, making Dean's jaw drop open in surprise. He had been expecting some sort of punishment for acting out. Keeping up with current events despite the oddity of the moment, Dean was quick to gather his thoughts in response.
"Then earn me. Don't take or demand more than I am willing to offer.", Dean chose his words carefully, wondering when this was going to end badly for him like it always did.
"I need you.", Castiel murmured, pressing his plush lips to full ones, the kiss chaste and his words bittersweet to the taste.
"I wish I knew why.", Dean admitted, bringing his hand up to dare and touch Castiel's cheek, brushing the rounded flesh of it. Castiel turned his head to brush his lips against Dean's knuckles in a near reverent gesture that made the hunter shudder.
"I love you.", Castiel said, making it sound almost like a prayer to Dean, breaking his heart in places he didn't know he still had.
"I know. I wish it could be different, that I could have been less fucked up and just told you that. Been there for you when you needed me.", Dean whispered, because some truths hurt to say aloud. "Maybe….Maybe we could have avoided all this. The lies, the war, fucking Crowley, everything…. if I just had the balls to say that to you when it mattered.".
"You will be mine.", Castiel said, those four little words managing to sound like threat and promise bound neatly together into one as his arms around Dean tightened. The hunter leaned up as far as he could in the hold and under the weight to press light kisses to anywhere that he could reach. Butterfly light touches for fluttering lips fell on Castiel's chin, jaw line, neck, making their way further upward as the god relaxed under the amorous assault.
"You poor son of bitch, you haven't figured it out yet. I've been yours since the day you hauled my ass out of hell.", Dean said softly. A look passed over Castiel, some strange realization washing over his features. Dean didn't have any time to wonder about and there was nothing the hunter could have done to stop the god even if he had wanted to, when Castiel released his hold on Dean to tightly gripped his shoulder with an open hand. In a way, Dean somehow knew it was coming, that it would have all eventually led up to this in some way or form, the hunter turning his body into the hold as he presented his bare shoulder. Castiel's hand gripped him tight, the touch of god burning into his skin, searing the flesh with a near blinding energy.
Despite the danger to his vision, Dean bit back a cry, refusing to look away He couldn't recall the first time but holy hell, he was going to remember his second branding. It hurt in the way any life change did, soul deep and bone carved as Dean felt strange energy flood into his body through the mark, making him feel warm and gooey soft on the inside like he had just drank too much expensive scotch.
It was made all the better when Castiel's other hand slid down between their bodies to take hold of their ignored erections that had sprung up from this binding moment, silken skin sliding against each other in a mix of slickness made from precome and sweat. While pleasurable, it was not distracting enough for Dean to lose focus on the breathtaking, heart stopping power that was being flooded into his body.
Two bodies were in motion as Dean and Castiel pushed and pulled at each other, lean hips thrusting to meet each other as Dean's hands danced along Castiel's back looking for purchase. Mouths sealing themselves together imperfectly, prayers and curses seeping out from around their edges from Dean to be accepted and swallowed down by Castiel, the god drinking deep from the well that was Dean's devotion. Pain and pleasure mingled together to form thick syrup, replacing Dean's blood with the slash and burn sensation of something precious being ruined while something else entirely took its place, something sharper, more fierce, like shattering opals underfoot to replace them with diamonds. Dean didn't fight it, letting it take him where it wanted as he felt his being filled up it its limits and pushing beyond even that. The hunter's vision went nova with white fire marked by a pair of blue suns before he lost sense of all time and reality, the hunter imploding from within to held together and reformed by the god that held him in hand.
When he was done, Castiel drew away to sit at Dean's side, the god quietly studying his handiwork, leaving Dean to sag in more than just relief against the mattress. Something akin to pleasure but not rolled through Dean's body in lapping waves just under his skin as he came down from a high that was mountainous in proportion, making his toes and fingers tingle and his back arch in little jumps as sensations drained from him like his body was a sieve. Dean couldn't bring himself to feel any surprise to find semen cooling on his belly, tiredly dragging his fingers through the mess of milky fluid to examine the evidence through half lidded eyes. It shimmered gold in places where it had mixed with Castiel's own release. The branding had been intense enough for him to not even bother noticing his own orgasm or Castiel's for that matter.
Eyelids threatening to grow too heavy to keep open for much longer, Dean made himself stay awake long enough to look over at his shoulder. The mark, Castiel's handprint, was in the same place as before but different from the puffy, reddened skin that never healed until Castiel himself removed it entirely after Sam swan dived Lucifer into the Cage. The hand printed looked like metal had been worked seamlessly into the flesh of his shoulder, the outline bright gold and glowing, symbols and inscriptions that Dean didn't recognize but reminded him of Echonian worked within its borders.
"What have you done?", Dean asked, clutching at his shoulder, feeling the pulse of power answer the fear that began to reawaken within him. Castiel's answering smile was chilling in its beauty and content, pleased expression.
"I have made you mine."