Sorry I am a day late… life! Ugh… so much going on!
Miracle
The final, final chapter :O This is the Destiel version! And is rated M. M, M, M, M, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! SMUT ALERT! Do you get the point ;) Do not read if this offends you, or if you are too young! And no flames for it, I have given fair warning!
This ending does include sex, my first real attempt at a long, detailed sex scene… and I have tried to make it kinda classy (as classy as slash can be) and have attempted to oomph up the romance.
Please let me know how I did, I have never tried before and I would like to know if I did alright x
Enjoy and please leave feedback!
Shinedown – Miracle
Say it once, tell me twice,
Are you certain I'm alright?
Just a sign, to remind me,
That tomorrow's worth the fight,
Ever changing the storyline that keeps me alive.
So make a wish, and say…
Give me life, give me love,
Scarlet angel from above.
Not so low, not so high,
Keep it perfectly disguised.
Balthazar and Gabriel returned to their room when Cas had fallen asleep rested against Gabriel's side. They had booked the room next to the Winchester's in case anything went wrong or if Cas needed them. Now that they were back, both brothers were determined not to let Castiel down again.
Neither had slept much all night, both plagued by images of Cas being tortured and locked up, and in Gabriel's case flashbacks of Cas' bruised and battered body.
"Gabe, you awake?"
"Yeah."
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, I don't know what we can do. I feel dreadful."
"Me too." There didn't seem to be anything left to say so Balthazar rolled over and hugged his feather pillow closer, waking up an hour later with a start after dreaming about Lucifer looming over Cas with a knife.
They had arranged to meet Cas and the Winchesters at breakfast the next morning and plastered on false smiles when they joined them at a table.
"Morning everyone." Gabe grinned and sat down at the table but was immediately uneasy when he saw that Cas was not with them. Balthazar didn't take a seat, staring around for his brother; hands clenched into fists, what else could possible go wrong?
"Where's Castiel?"
"Don't worry, he's on his way. Said something about praying so we left him to it." Balthazar nodded and finally took a seat next to Gabriel, who was next to Sam. This left the seat between Dean and Balthazar free for Cas.
"So. Boys. Now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?" Gabriel's attempt at humor fell rather flat and he stared somewhat awkwardly down at his hands, waiting for someone to break the silence.
"So, um, how come you moved to England?" Balthazar's expression revealed that Sam's question had not gone down well, but the eldest brother calmly explained about the job offer he had received and how Gabriel had wanted to get away for a while, his relationship with their father hadn't been the best.
"What, so you just upped and left Cas with Lucifer?"
"I-I didn't know Lucifer could ever do anything like that. I mean he is-was my brother too. I loved him and I thought he loved the family to. He was always Dad's favorite." There was a hint of jealousy in Gabriel's tone, but it failed to cover up the fact that Gabriel was taken aback by Dean's arrogance and aggression. The dick didn't have a clue about his family life. People always saw him as the joker, the runt of the family who ran off to study sociology and psychology. The human mind fascinated him and he felt a great love for his species, just because he wasn't the most successful businessman ever did not mean that he was worthless.
"Shut your cake-hole. You don't know anything about my family. I loved my father, and my brothers. Loved them! But I was so fed up with the arguing, I needed to escape. I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. If I'd have known what that big bag of dicks was going to do to my brother I would never have moved!" Dean could hear the sincerity in Gabriel's voice and found himself feeling slightly guilty, who was he to judge when it came to bad decisions about family.
"Sorry man, just a bit tired. It's been a stressful few weeks."
"Sure, I'm sorry to. I guess you did find Cas, if you hadn't I hate to think what would have happened!" Gabriel and Balthazar shuddered at the thought, the eldest remaining silent. He had listened to Gabriel's tirade and felt awful, he should have done more to keep their family together.
Everyone at the table let out a small sigh of relief when Castiel entered the breakfast room albeit walking with a slight limp due to the pain in his side.
"Hey Cas." Everyone smiled as if nothing had happened when Castiel sat down, offering him cups of tea, coffee and juice, all of which he politely refused, instead settling for a glass of water.
"You alright little brother?" Balthazar looked concerned, the Cas he remembered had always had a love for sweet food, drinking hot-chocolates with extra sweetener or tea with four sugars.
"I'm fine." The look that Gabriel shot Cas made him open up within an instant, he could always get through to Cas when they were younger and it seemed as if some things never change.
"I just feel a little bit queasy, the painkillers don't agree with me much."
"You should eat something." Dean stood and led Cas to the continental breakfast table, wrapping and arm around Cas' waist to guide him away from a businessman who nearly knocked into him. Cas gave Dean a shy smile at the touch, why was he suddenly feeling tingly? Cas pushed the feeling aside and filled a bowl with fresh fruit, although he kept glancing at Dean who was watching as Cas loaded a bowl with fresh fruit with an expression Cas couldn't read on his face. When their eyes met Cas blushed a little and turned his attention to the fresh pineapple. Dean smiled at Castiel and gave a small laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Uh, I meant something with a few calories. You need to eat a burger or something, get some meat on your bones." Cas tilted his head, wondering why Dean would care about his 'meat,' and felt slightly panicked. Did Dean not like the way he looked?
"Um, ok."
"No offence, I mean you're great the way you are, I just don't want to see you wasting away or anything. I'm meant to be looking after you now; I'd hate to see you hurt." Cas smiled relieved, Dean cares about me!
When they both returned to the table, Cas having compromised with two slices of plain toast, Sam grunted in disgust at Dean's plate. Well, plates. He had managed to cram a stack of pancakes the size of his head on one plate, had waffles on another and to top it all off he was balancing pot of full-fat yoghurt on one of his wrists.
"What is up with you and your food choices? It's 8 in the morning!"
"You can talk salad boy…ugh that salad cream gloop you eat!" A look of disgust crossed Dean's features. "It's like eating self righteousness or something. Anyway, what's wrong with my food?"
"It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism."
"Shut up bitch, I like it!"
"Unhealthy jerk."
"Ouch that hurt Sammy." Dean mocked looking offended before cramming a forkful or syrup loaded pancakes into his mouth and groaning in satisfaction. "Ugh God you got to taste this." Sam looked amused but realized that the others at the table seemed less impressed.
"You haven't said Grace." It was Balthazar who spoke up first, offering a hand to Gabriel and Castiel.
"Grace?"
"We need to thank God for bringing us back together, for providing us with food and love at a time when we need it most."
"Uh, yeah, of course." Dean grimaced internally when he realized how chick flick this looked but did not comment, instead linking hands with the others at the table. He noted Cas glance at Balthazar, who gave him an encouraging nod before Cas opened his mouth to speak
"Thank you, Lord, for this food which is set before us. May we use it to nourish our bodies, and thee to nourish our souls. Make us ever more mindful of the needs of others, and the needs of our planet. Please forgive me my sins, O Lord; forgive me the sins of my youth and the sins of mine age, the sins of my soul and the sins of my body, my secret and my whispering sins, the sins I have done to please myself and the sins I have done to please others. Forgive those sins which I know, and the sins which I know not; forgive them, O Lord, forgive them all of Thy great goodness. Through Christ Our Lord, Amen."
Dean was surprised when he found himself saying Amen at the end of the prayer, along with everyone else at the table. Usually Dean would have laughed or scoff, but something about the prayer seemed poetic and though he would never admit it aloud, it was beautiful coming from Cas' plump, red lips. Hang on, why am I noticing how red his lips are, or for that matter how blue his eyes are…MAN UP DEAN. But his eyes really are beautiful…so deep and full of emotion, they almost seemed to sparkle…DEAN, get a grip!
After that everyone made idle small-talk, smiling more than necessary in Cas' direction hoping that he would not notice the worry in their eyes. It was as if they expected him to vanish or puff into a cloud of smoke. Cas however had noticed and looked uncomfortable with all the extra attention, so Dean placed a calming hand on his knee and caught Cas' eye, assuring him that everything was alright.
The only real break in tension was when 'My Heart Will Go On' began to play from the speakers, which were meant to be playing calming atmospheric music that wasn't disagreeable. Within two bars of the song Balthazar stood up and excused himself stating that he needed the bathroom and would be back in a minute, but everyone heard him mumble something along the lines of "that god-awful Celine Dion song made me want to smite myself!"
As soon as he left Gabriel sprung into action, spooning some chili flakes into Balthazar's coffee and stirring it in until they had dissolved. If the hotel staff were kind enough to put chili flakes on the breakfast table, who was he to refuse them and their hospitality? The flakes were certainly going to good use.
"That was slightly harsh." Sam didn't know whether to be amused or to stand up for Balthazar, he quite liked the guy.
"Nah, this is nothing, you should have seen the Nair in the shampoo, Balthy didn't talk to me for a week!"
"No way, you didn't?!" Dean was now grinning for ear to ear, but Sam looked less amused, filling Cas and Gabe in.
"We were having a bit of a prank war and Dean thought it would be funny to do that to me as well…some people 'ey Cas, cant take 'em anywhere!" Cas smiled weakly, waiting for Balthazar to return, it would certainly be amusing.
When the eldest brother came back, thankfully when Celine Dion had stopped wailing, everyone forced a neutral expression, Cas biting his lower lip.
"You guys miss me?"
"Oh so much. It was like getting feathers plucked or something, not that I've ever been plucked or have feathers, but I guess for a bird it would be painful. Anyway, you get the gist."
"Whatever Gabe." Balthazar slumped back into his seat and grabbed his coffee, god knows he needed it after last night! Everyone watched with baited breath as he took the first sip, and then the second, and then…
"GABRIEL!" The familiar shout echoed through the breakfast room and reverberated around the corridor of the motel, but Gabriel had already disappeared somewhere. He knew to quit whilst he was ahead.
Later that night it was Balthazar who broached a subject that everyone had been avoiding all day.
"Um Cas, the thing is that me and Gabe need to head back to England in a couple of days. We are both settled there, houses, mortgages, jobs, girlfriends. What I'm trying to say is, come with us. You need a fresh start, to get away from everything."
A fresh start. Cas thought about that choice of phrasing for a while. He knew this had been coming and thought he had made a decision. He would leave with his brothers, his family, where he belonged, it was the obvious option. But did he really belong with them? He loved his brothers and would do anything for them, but they hadn't seen each other for years. Something just didn't seem right. However, when Cas looked at Sam and Dean he realized that they were the ones that he truly cared about, especially Dean. He was the one who had found Cas, coaxed him out from behind his walls, both physical and emotional. Dean was the one who had fixed his arm, sewed him up and placed the shattered pieces of Cas' heart back together. He would trust Dean with anything and couldn't quite place the feeling he got when he looked deep into Dean's emerald green eyes. He felt sort of warm, but that seemed too cliché to describe the intense emotion. There was no way to describe that feeling.
That was when it hit Cas, he had feelings for Dean. Dean had saved him and somewhere along the line of comfort and reassurances, something had flipped. Cas felt warm and at home when Dean was hugging him, when Dean rubbed his back as he cried. Dean was the one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and Sammy to. Sam was like a brother to him, more than Gabriel and Balthazar had been over the last few years.
"I think, I think that I should stay here." Cas tilted his head towards Sam and Dean who looked bemused, but gave him a slight nod to let him know that they were ok with whatever Cas chose to do. It didn't cross either of their minds that they hunted monsters for a living, I mean, how were they going to break that one to Cas.
Oh, yeah, we forgot to mention the fact that we are hunters. Well, hunters is a bit of a loose term, we technically go out and kill evil sons of bitches, it's the family business. You know everything you ever thought went bump in the night when you were a kid, chances are that they do…yeah werewolves, vampires too, and there are also some monsters you wouldn't be able to dream up. Fancy meeting a Wendigo?
Cas let out a small gasp of relief when Dean nodded, Dean wanted him to stay, maybe he had feelings for Cas too, but Cas was not going to make the first move. He would wait for Dean to act, he didn't want to get hurt again, but for now that nod was all the conformation Cas needed. He knew he was making the right choice.
"Cas? Are you sure man, we could start again. Be a proper family." Gabriel looked at his brother, tears prickling in the back of his eyes. Castiel had never seen Gabriel cry and the sight almost tore through his resolve, but he was tougher now. What hadn't killed him made him stronger and he was certain that the place he belonged was by Dean and Sam's side.
"I'm sure. I love you, but I belong here with Sam and Dean, I am happy here."
"I understand Cas and you know I will stand by you no matter what, we are brothers, but this is a huge decision. Are you sure this is what you want?" Balthazar smiled mournfully down at his little brother, knowing that along the way part of their relationship had been lost.
They just weren't the same people any more. Cas wasn't a vulnerable child who needed protection from his older brothers. He was hardened like a soldier; he had seen and witnessed things that very few could even imagine. Yes, he was still young and yes he was in a fragile state of mind, but he was by no means defenseless. His stand-off with Lucifer proved that. Cas could defend himself and make his own decisions, and it looked as if his mind was made up.
"Yes. I'm sorry Balthazar, Gabriel."
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Sam and Dean both left the room when the three brothers enveloped each other in their arms, it was a private scene and neither Winchester was particularly well adapted to surviving chick flick moments.
Cas stood tall with his feet standing slightly apart wearing both his beige trench coat, which thankfully had been dry cleaned, and a slight frown. He had tilted his head to the side in order to watch his two elder brothers walk through the automatic doors at the airport. They were really leaving. For a moment Cas wondered whether he had made the right decision, and he contemplated leaving America behind, considered flying, soaring high in the skies with his brothers.
But he didn't follow them.
Instead, Cas turned his back on his family, rebelling against what society would expect of him, and he didn't care. If anything, the thing he was most worried about was the fact that he didn't care about the fact that he didn't care. Surely he should be feeling something, grief at his family walking away from him again, but he didn't. Instead, he felt free. It was almost as if the world had opened up to him, he could do whatever he wanted now, had the ability to use his free will however he wished. He could follow the American dream, find a nice cottage and live an apple-pie-life. But he didn't want that. Now that he had a choice, he wanted to stay with the Winchesters, who were waiting in the Impala for him. With a sad smile Cas turned and made his way towards Sam and Dean and couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. It was as if he had been born to curl up beside Dean, to be comforted in his strong arms.
He had a stronger bond with Sam now as well, not as profound as his and Dean's but still it was there, a kind of Philia love. He felt as if he could now trust Sam to a certain extent and loved him in the same way that he loved his brothers. He just hoped that this time the relationship would hold out and stand the test of time.
When Cas climbed into the back seat Dean turned and grinned at him, making Cas' heart flutter.
"So, where are we heading?"
"Wherever you want to go Cas, it's up to you."
"Something to eat sounds good; I could kill a burger right now!"
"That was like music to my ears, PROPPER MUSIC, Sammy. Anyway, a crappy diner it is then."
"Jerk!" Sam attempted to toss a candy at his brother's head, but Dean simply caught it, pulled off the wrapper and threw the sweet into his mouth, all the while with a cocky grin. Them with a flourish he chucked the wrapper at Sam, laughing when it got caught in his floppy hair.
"And that is yet another reason why you should get a haircut!"
"Bitch!"
"Winchesters!" All three men looked at each other before bursting into laughter, they weren't quite sure where this road was going to take them, but for the time being stuffing their faces with unhealthy crap, or marginally healthy crap in Sam's case, seemed like a good idea.
Having suitably stuffed themselves to bursting point, Sam, Dean and Cas left the restaurant, Sam announcing that he was going to head over to Bobby's to get some supplies. Their stash of bullets had been diminished by the events with Lucifer and Dean thought it would be best if Cas didn't go round to Bobby's house unless necessary. It would be too risky, what with all of Bobby's paraphernalia, books, salt and the devils traps on the ceilings and floors. That would take a lot of explaining!
"Seya tomorrow guys, I should be back with you around lunchtime, wanna meet at the motel room, then we can go get lunch together?"
"Sure thing Sammy, seya tomorrow."
"Bye Sam, travel safely." Cas pulled his trench coat tightly around him as he made his way over to the Impala with Dean, Sam grabbing a ride with a young couple heading in his direction.
After a couple of beers Cas and Dean slumped down on the sofa next to each other, half watching a western movie. Both men kept glancing up at the other and smiling, Cas aware of the fact that his cheeks had taken on a pink hue. Cas only moved when he got too hot, pulling off his beige trench coat leaving him in a rather see-through white shirt (it wasn't of the best quality but it was all the Winchester's could afford) and a second hand tie, which wasn't done up correctly.
Dean smiled at Castiel, his slightly disheveled clothing matched with Cas' messy dark brown hair looked so innocent, and damn Castiel was hot. His jaw line was perfect, his deep blue eyes soul-searching. Dean shivered slightly and forced his mind to focus on something else.
Cas ran a hand through his hair, aware of how Dean kept smiling at him, but after a while he relaxed his body fully and subconsciously felt himself rest up against Dean's side. Cas grinned inwardly when Dean made no move to pull away.
When the western movie ended Dean leant forward for the remote and turned the television off before slumping back into the seat and turning to Cas, finding himself almost nose to nose with the younger man, and he looked so god damn beautiful.
Before Dean knew what he was doing he planted a soft kiss against Cas' soft lips, groaning softly at how smooth they were. Then he realized what he had just done.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry, I …" Before Dean could get out another word Cas leant in a little more and let out a quiet shushing noise. Cas looked at Dean's face, how confused and yet hopeful the man looked, how his freckles seemed to stand out more than usual from his tanned skin, and Cas made his mind up. Without another thought, Cas closed the gap between him and Dean and placed a firm kiss onto Dean's mouth then pulled away just to peck his lips again. Dean couldn't believe what was happening but he knew that it was going to be great. He carefully shifted around so that he was gently pushing Cas' head against the back of his sofa, exposing Cas' neck.
Cas let out a lustful moan when Dean began to gently kiss his neck, occasionally stopping to look up at Cas to check that he was alright and enjoying this treatment, before returning to the job in hand. Dean gently sucked on Cas' pale skin, making the younger man quiver and lean into Dean's lips, desperate for more.
Dean then turned his attention back to Cas' lips, and then ears, sucking gently at his earlobes, all the while playing with Cas' messy hair. He couldn't help but grin when he noted how Cas' was flushing red beneath him, his lips open in a silent cry of pleasure.
"D-Dean." Cas finally found his voice and sat up a little, causing Dean to shift back a bit.
"Yes Cas, what is it?"
"I-I, I love you." There, he had said it. This was the make or break, but Castiel had to know. He had to find out if Dean felt the same way.
"I love you too Cas." Dean answered without a moments hesitation and when Cas broke out into a wide grin he captured those lips, the lips that now belonged to him. Cas tilted his head and was amazed at how perfectly his nose seemed to fit next to Dean's, closing his eyes to fully enjoy the moment. He was in heaven!
This time, the kiss was longer, little pecks just didn't suffice and Castiel actually whimpered when he felt Dean nibbling at his bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Castiel was willing to let him in whole-heartily, opening his mouth and groaning when he felt Dean's tongue inside of him, running along the inside of his lower lip and lightly darting over the tip of Cas' tongue. Then, when Cas seemed to be enjoying the kiss, Dean began to deepen his strokes and add more pressure, mapping out the roof and sides of his mouth and exploring under Cas' tongue.
Castiel didn't really know what he was doing, but he began to move his own tongue against Dean's, pressing his lips tighter against Dean's chapped ones, varying the pressure and making Dean groan deep in the back of his throat. Yet there was no fight for dominance, Dean was not going to push Cas and Cas was happy to give as much as he took. He wanted to make Dean feel good, he wanted to show Dean how much he loved him.
Cas felt Dean wrap his arms around his shoulder and pull him closer, then spun them around so that Cas was sitting on Dean's lap, straddling him. Dean beamed up at Cas, letting him know that he was in control and by shifting Cas knew that Dean was the man for him. Dean was allowing him to take things further at his own pace so that he didn't feel pressured into anything and Cas knew that this was the man who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. If Dean was sensitive enough to put Cas' emotional wellbeing first, then he was perfect.
Cas placed his left hand under Dean's cheek, raising his head so that Cas could look into those emerald green eyes and pulled Dean close enough that he could make out each one of Dean's long, curled eyelashes. Those eyes were so beautiful, and they were looking up at Cas, who still couldn't believe this was happening. Since when did anything ever go right for him?
Moving his right hand to the side of Dean's face, Cas swept the pad of his thumb across Dean's prominent cheek bone, and tilted Dean's face upwards so that he could kiss Dean again, this time pushing his tongue into Dean's mouth first. He could still taste the slight tang of apple and cinnamon from the pie Dean had eaten at the diner and he just couldn't get enough. He moaned again when Dean placed his hands around the back of Cas' head, tangling his fingers once more into Cas' hair before trailing his hands up Cas' shirt and down Cas' back, along his prominent spine and then up to his shoulder blades. Dean started to rub Cas' shoulder.
With a small nod both men stood and pulled each other into a tight embrace, Dean being careful of Cas' still tender side. When Cas leant fully against Dean, Dean smiled and began to undo his tie, pulling at the tight knot until it came undone in front of him, just as Castiel was doing. Dean kept hold of the tie whilst he began to slowly undo the buttons of Cas' shirt, one at a time and all the while staring into Cas' pearly blue eyes, which had their usual shimmer back. They were no longer dim, as they had been since Lucifer's death. They sparkled and took Dean's breath away.
When Cas' shirt fell to the floor Cas seemed to retreat into himself a little, removing his arms from Dean's waist and holding one in front of his shallow stomach and bandages, the other over a patch of skin on his chest, which was littered with raised purple scars. What am I doing? I can't do this! I am so ugly, Dean will hate me if he sees my body like this, I am covered in cuts and bruises. Dean deserves no less than perfection.
Dean immediately noticed how Cas had tensed in front of him and how he was attempting to cover up some of the worst scarring. Dean sighed a little, taking Cas' arms and pulling them away from Cas' body. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen them before when he and Sam had been patching Castiel up.
"Castiel, you are perfect the way you are. You don't have to hide your scars from me, I love you just the way you are. They are just a marker of how brave you are, of what you have managed to survive and live through. They are a sign of bravery. My body isn't 'perfect' either. Look." Dean turned and began to point out the numerous scars that littered his body, marks made by Wendigos, Vampires, Werewolves, Poltergeists. The marks that revealed a multitude of sins.
"Oh Dean! What happened?" Cas reached out a trembling finger out to trace along the scars and felt himself relax again. Dean loved him the way he was and wasn't going to judge him
"Life."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Cas. Just get some confidence in yourself, you are perfect, trust me."
"I do trust you, I trust you with my life."
Dean buried his face in the hollow dip below Cas' collar bone, wiping the single tear that had trickled down his cheek. Since when did I become such an emotional girl?
Dean very carefully began to trace a hand along the bandages around Cas' abdomen and eased his fingers under the waistband of Cas' pants, kissing the younger man as he did so. Dean could feel Cas' hip bone dipping down and allowed himself a brief moment of worry at how skinny Cas was, but erased the thought. He could deal with that tomorrow.
In Dean's mind, Castiel was as perfect and as beautiful as an angel. Castiel was a gift from god sent to save him.
"Oh god Dean, you are so perfect. Dean, I want, I need…" Dean nodded and undid Cas' fly, slipping his pants down and watching as Cas stepped out of the bundle of clothing at his feet, leaving the younger man in his boxers. So Cas didn't feel completely exposed, Dean undid his own pants leaving them both half naked. Dean wrapped an arm around Cas' and led him to the bed, watching as his lover lay down on his back. Dean crawled up in the space between Cas' legs and hesitatingly began to palm at Cas' clothed and rapidly growing erection. Dean could feel Cas come undone under his touch and it made him feel amazing, for the first time in his life Dean was enjoying giving pleasure more than receiving it. He could see Cas open his mouth and saw his chest rising and falling rapidly as Cas panted. God it felt so good.
Dean could feel his own erection pressing against his own boxers, the friction almost becoming too much and he could see that Cas felt the same. With a white-toothed smile Dean pulled Cas' boxers off and began to gently stroke his length, taking it slowly and torturously tracing his calloused fingers along Cas' shaft.
"Dean!"
Cas began to writhe under Dean's touch, desperate for more. He needed more friction. Cas' hips bucked and he gasped when Dean began to pick up the pace.
"S-stop." Dean stilled his hand immediately, wondering if Cas was having second thoughts but then he felt Cas pulling down his boxers and allowed himself to be pushed against the headboard and being propped up by scratchy motel pillows. Cas then sat on top of Dean, wrapping his legs around Dean's waist before taking Dean's erection in his own hand. Dean grunted at the touch which was sending shivers up his spine. He couldn't take much more of this. Cas' hand was moving at just the right pace, and with every stroke up Dean's shaft he would twist his hand and run his thumb over the tip of Dean's penis, causing the older man to gasp and writhe. Dean took hold of Cas' erection and mimicked his motions, both men stroking each other and panting heavily. Dean's back arching in pleasure.
"Dean, I want to…" Dean nodded and reached into the bedside table draw, pulling out a bottle of lube. Cas' confused expression made him smile.
"Lube Cas, it will make it easier. Do you um…want to go on top?" Dean had never made love with a man before, sure he had toyed with some drunkards in alleyways, hand and blowjobs but never anything like this. The idea had never occurred to him, there was no one he had felt comfortable enough to do this with. Whenever he had imagined having sex with another man he had always been dominant, but it seemed like a good idea to give Cas a choice.
"N-no. I think..ugh god that feels good! I-I want to be on the bottom. I want to be able to look up at you as I…uhhh." Cas groaned when Dean's hand left his erection so that he could coat a finger with lube.
"Patience is a virtue Cas." Dean grinned as Cas began to writhe beneath him and very carefully began to trace his finger along Cas' hole, eliciting a whimper from the younger man.
"Please Dean…" Dean took this as his cue and gently began to ease his finger into Cas, who stilled beneath him as he felt Dean enter deep into his knuckles. Dean began to move his hand slowly, stroking Cas and marveling at how the younger man's muscles clenched against the intrusion.
"More, I need more…" Cas was cut off by a large groan when Dean curled his finger against his prostate. He had never felt anything like it and for a moment his head spun and he practically saw stars.
"Are you ok with this Cas?" Dean felt Cas stiffen beneath him and wondered again if Cas was having second thoughts, but Cas soon began to buck his hips again once the overwhelming sensation had died down a bit.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop. So good!" Dean nodded and leant down to capture Cas' lips in a tender kiss, moving one hand up and down Cas' erection so that Cas wouldn't notice the burn when he added a second, and then a third finger.
Dean soon began to pick up the pace, scissoring his fingers apart and applying copious amounts of lubricant until Cas was a panting mess beneath him. When he was sure Cas was ready Dean lined himself up and very gently and slowly eased himself into Cas, stopping and pausing to let the younger man adjust to being so fully stretched.
When Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's neck the hunter began to roll his hips slowly, hitting Cas' prostate with each thrust.
"Please Dean, faster."
"Your wish is my command." Dean picked up the pace until he was fully pounding into Cas who let out a low growl of pleasure and Dean too began to moan.
"You feel so good Cas, so, so good."
Soon Cas was panting and quivering and he could feel his own orgasm rapidly approaching. Dean picked up the pace and Cas began bucking into Dean until he finally came all over both of their stomachs. With just two more thrusts Dean also came undone, spilling himself into the younger man before collapsing boneless beside him, pulling Cas into a tight hug and nuzzling his nose into Cas' cheek, he did not have enough breath to kiss him yet.
Cas rolled onto his good side and buried his face into Dean's heaving chest, breathing in the musky scent of leather and motel soap.
"T-that was amazing Dean. I-I've never…you know."
"You've never had sex?" Dean could not believe his ears, a man as perfect as Cas would surely have had flings at school.
"Well, I mean I've never…y'know. And, well, I am a Christian and I've never really had occasion to um…"
"I think we'll just have to make up for it then." Dean laced his hands into Cas' hair and sat in silence, listening to Cas' breathing deepen as he fell asleep. Dean pulled the duvet up over Castiel and leant to turn the bedside light off before closing his eyes. He was only just able to make out Castiel's form in front of him.
He was just drifting off when he heard his phone vibrate. Dean groaned and shifted, careful not to wake Castiel, who seemed ot be sleeping peacefully for once.
"Hello?"
"Hey Dean."
"Sam? I am human y'know.. I need my beauty sleep, is a few hours of peace too much to ask for." Dean would normally have raised his voice in exasperation but he forced himself to remain calm. Cas was still asleep so he carried on whispering.
"There's been a slight change of plan. Do you think you can come over here tomorrow, Bobby has found us a job."
"Who's the son of a bitch that's giving him grief?"
"Poltergeist. It's gone native, full on revengeful spirit crap."
"Sure thing. God knows we owe Bobby a favor after dealing with the last motel and Lucifer's body. We'll be round first thing tomorrow to drop Cas round, then we can leave straight from Bobby's."
"What if Cas finds out what's up, I mean Bobby's place is hardly subtle?"
"Good point."
Dean glanced down at Castiel who was fast asleep with one arm now wrapped around Dean's waist. He had been through so much for someone so young and there was far too much pain in his eyes. It had only been a matter of weeks since Sam and Dean had managed to bust him out from the cottage and even less time since they had managed to break down his internal walls and make Cas come out of his shell a little.
The last thing he needed was to be told that there were yet more monsters out there that would hurt him as soon as look at him. No, Dean had to protect Cas from that.
Dean would not let him suffer any more, not under his watch…
The End…until the sequel…
Haha, I was writing the sex scene in the back of the car with mum and dad in the front…. I feel dirty!
Pretty please, please, please review. Did I do ok with the whole Destiel sex thing; I really did try hard to make it good, it took a long time! Please no flames about the fact this is gay sex…I did warn you!
I am still open for votes as to whether the sequel should be Destiel or not. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me! Until next time, please review…over and out ;) x