Author's note: There be wing!porn in this chapter. But not with Cas' actual wings, only with the shoulder blades which the wings are hidden behind, but it's wing!porn non the less. Real wing!porn will come in the next chapter, don't worry.
This chapter was hard to write. As usual, I still don't like certain parts XD Also, the story will probably end in the next chapter, but I am not entirely sure yet. Who knows, maybe there will be a sixth part?
Again, sorry it took so long, but since the weekend is coming up I hope I can write all of part 5 and possibly part 6 IF there will be one. So the next update should hopefully come up faster :)
Thank you for all your reviews so far! Enjoy reading.
This chapter is rated M.
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Sam, Dean and Castiel drove back to Bobby's house in the Impala. Dean was sitting in the backseat, trying to reassure the angel who was still in pain. Sam was throwing worried glances in the rear-view mirror every now and then to see how Cas was holding up.
Cas' injuries didn't appear to be too serious, but his head wound left him slightly disorientated and confused. Dean would have to examine the wounds closer once they arrived at Bobby's house.
Once they arrived, Sam helped Dean getting Cas inside. They were also slightly bruised from the fight, but Cas' disorientation made it hard for him to walk, so they helped him inside. Bobby had stared at them in concern as they dragged Castiel inside; blood running down the side of his head and groaning in pain as they helped him into the house.
"Sammy, can you go get the first aid kit and some wet cloths?" Dean asked once they had gotten Cas upstairs and started guiding him towards the spare bedroom at the end of the hallway. Sam nodded and went to get the things.
Dean opened the door and led Castiel towards the bed. He sat the angel down on the bed, gently. Castiel groaned in pain as he sat down and Dean sat down next to him. Dean cupped the angel's chin so he could gently move his head to examine the head wounds.
Sam returned a few moments later with a first aid kit and wet cloths.
"Here, I got the stuff," Sam said, looking worriedly at the angel. The left side of Cas' head was bloody, and he looked in pain but from Dean's relieved expression as he examined the wounds, Sam could tell that it wasn't all that serious.
"Thanks Sam," Dean said as Sam put the stuff on the bed next to him. Dean quickly opened the first aid kit and started cleaning Cas' wounds and disinfecting them, only having his right hand use. The wounds weren't deep or anything, so Dean wouldn't have to stitch him up. Luckily, it seemed the angel was just bruised and hurting but had no serious injuries.
"Call me if you need anything else," Sam said, ready to leave the room and let the two of them have some privacy. Since Cas' condition wasn't life threatening, he was fairly sure Dean could take care of him alone.
"Sure. Thanks Sam," Dean said, giving his brother a grateful smile before turning his attention back to Castiel.
Sam left the room quietly.
"This might hurt a bit," Dean said as he started disinfecting the wounds. Castiel didn't respond, but didn't flinch away either. His eyes became clearer as he was sitting quietly on the bed, observing Dean and wincing every now and then as Dean was cleaning his wounds. It seemed his disorientation was starting to go away slowly.
"Stupid Gabriel. At least he could have healed you," Dean mumbled after a while, more to himself than to Cas. He wiped the last traces of blood from Cas' face.
"You shouldn't blame Gabriel, Dean. He helped us," Castiel said. He sounded weak and tired and that alone made Dean wince inside. His angel wasn't supposed to sound like this.
"Doesn't matter. It wouldn't have been hard for him to heal you anyway, so why not do it," Dean growled in frustration directed at the archangel.
"Gabriel isn't like that. He never was, unless it is necessary I suppose."
"Dude, since when are you on his side?" Dean asked and frowned at the angel. Castiel was about to answer when he winced in pain and brought his hand up to his bruised ribs. "Hey, let me look at that," Dean said and started unbuttoning the shirt. Castiel moved his hand to give him space.
When the buttons were up, Dean pushed the shirt away from Castiel's chest, revealing the angel's badly bruised ribs. Dean winced at the sight. It looked painful, especially for someone who isn't used to feeling pain.
He picked up the wet cloth Sam had brought and held the cold piece of cloth against Castiel's bruised ribs. Castiel gasped as the cold cloth met his skin but then leaned into the contact.
"I take it you're not used to pain," Dean said.
Castiel stared at him for a moment before looking down at where Dean's right hand held the cold cloth against his bruised skin and ribs. "Angels don't experience pain in the same way as humans do. Not many things can make them hurt."
Dean noticed that Cas was saying 'them' and not 'us', but he didn't comment on it.
After a few moments of silence, Dean gestured at Cas to stand up. "C'mon, let's get to bed. Rest will do you good," he said and put the first aid kit aside before pulling the covers away.
They lay down on the bed, slowly; making sure that the movement didn't hurt Cas too much.
Castiel lay down on his back, eyebrows knitted into a pained frown as he got comfortable on the bed. He closed his eyes and his body leant slightly towards Dean as if to seek his comfort.
Dean hesitated slightly before moving closer to his angel and was rewarded with a pleased sigh from him.
Normally, Dean wouldn't lie this close to someone when sharing a bed. Especially not another man. But this was Cas, and the angel seemed so vulnerable right now that Dean just couldn't let him lie alone. Not like he could go away from him anyway, seeing as they were still handcuffed to each other thanks to Gabriel.
Dean looked at the angel next to him. His eyes were closed; his head was turned towards Dean, while he had the smallest, contented smile on his face. He looked so comfortable and trusting as he was falling asleep next to Dean.
Dean's heart jumped in his chest.
He could no longer deny it. He loved the angel. With all his heart, he loved him, and it didn't even freak him out as much as it should.
Maybe he always had always loved him, he just never wanted to admit it. But now he did.
Dean moved even closer to Cas and kissed him gently on the forehead before he too fell asleep.
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Castiel was feeling slightly better the next day. His ribs were still hurting, though mostly only when he made quick movements. Even though he wasn't in that much pain, Dean still supported him when they were sitting down or rising from the table; making sure the angel wasn't hurting.
Castiel was wondering why Dean suddenly showed this much attention to his well being. Dean would usually only show this side of himself to Sam, but even with Sam it wasn't like this. Dean was always asking if he was hurting and if Dean could help him or get him something.
Though Castiel appreciated the concern and attention, he felt something had changed in Dean. But he was too afraid to ask the hunter what it was. So for now, he just enjoyed the hunter's attention.
Dean's behaviour didn't go unnoticed to Sam and Bobby either. The two of them shared knowing glances and smiles as Dean showed his more protective side, and it was slowly starting to piss Dean off.
Finally, Dean had enough.
"Okay, why the fuck are two always giggling and sharing weird looks all the time, huh?" Dean suddenly demanded, glaring at Sam and Bobby. He and Castiel were sitting on the couch; perhaps a bit more close to each other than necessary, with Cas leaning himself against Dean's body as they watched TV. Cas had shifted uncomfortably on the couch, so Dean had moved a bit closer to him so he could lean against Dean's body, which seemed to please the angel.
"Well, we're just not used to seeing you like this," Sam said, trying to hold back more giggles. "I mean, the last fifteen hours or so since we ran into the demons, you've been guarding and supporting Cas like a worried mother hen. Plus you're practically snuggling on the couch right now – again. And you never snuggle, Dean."
"And your point is?" Dean asked, trying to sound casual, and didn't even bother to protest at Sam's choice of words.
Sam and Bobby shared brief glances.
"Well, would you two just fuck already? Your sexual tension is polluting my house like a freakin' exhaust system!" Bobby said, and started to wheel himself into the kitchen, not waiting for answers.
Dean's jaw dropped and Castiel's face went impossibly red and starting staring into his lap.
"Hey! We're not… I'm not…" Dean didn't even know what to say to that.
"Oh yes, you definitely are," Sam said, smirking, before he too went to the kitchen. He and Bobby packed some stuff, announcing they'd go to town to shop some food because the fridge was almost empty – thanks to Dean and his enormous appetite. Not waiting for a reply, they left the house and closed the door. Soon after, Dean could hear the engine to Bobby's van start and drive away.
Dean was still in shock and Castiel was still staring at his lap, face red with embarrassment after Sam and Bobby took off.
"Those two are fucking out of their minds," Dean said as he finally got out of his shocked state. Castiel simply nodded in agreement, face still somewhat red.
There was an awkward silence and they were both still feeling embarrassed.
"Hey, lemme look at your ribs again. Haven't taken a look yet today," Dean said, cutting off the awkward silence that was filling the room. Castiel glanced at him before he nodded and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Both of them were starting to smell weird because of their clothes, but Dean wasn't too willing on cutting their clothes into pieces just yet. They couldn't even put on new shirts, and Dean certainly didn't want Cas to run around the house half naked with Sam and Bobby being in it too. So he prayed that Gabriel would hopefully show mercy and remove the handcuffs soon. Though he doubted it.
When Castiel had unbuttoned his shirt, he pushed it aside so Dean could take a look at his ribs. Dean noticed that the skin was still slightly purple, but not as much as he expected.
"Looks you're starting to heal already. That's good," Dean commented, voice like a whisper.
Unconsciously, he put his cold hand gently on Castiel's ribs; making the angel moan ever so slightly at the contact. A cold hand felt nice against bruised ribs.
Dean didn't know how long they sat there, but he was certain his hand was turning warm by now, as it absorbed Castiel's body heat. His left hand was resting between them on the couch next to Cas' right hand. Their hands were brushing against each other and Dean liked the feeling of Castiel's warm skin against his.
As he was staring at the angel's chest and bruised ribs, something suddenly came to his mind.
"Cas, what is your true form like anyway?" Dean suddenly asked without thinking.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Dean felt himself blush in embarrassment at his straightforwardness and wanted to hit himself for it. He was sure Cas would think he was stupid or acting inappropriate by asking something this… intimate. But the angel's eyes just widened in surprise for a moment before turning softer as he thought about how to answer Dean's question.
"My form has changed since Gabriel started suppressing my grace with the handcuffs, it's not as bright as before," Castiel said. "Angels are made of light, power and grace. Our bodies are not as solid as yours; they're sort of like a liquid form of light, you might say. Our forms resemble that of humans; we have faces, arms and legs, but unlike you, we're not defined by gender."
"Right, you're junkless, I remember that," Dean grinned.
Castiel glared at him. "That's a crude way of saying it, but yes; we don't have any genitals in our true form."
"Then what about wings? You have wings, right…? I saw them that night in the barn, when we first met," Dean pointed out, switching the topic to a part of Castiel he was particularly interested in.
At this, Castiel blushed and broke his eye contact with Dean. "It was just the shadows, Dean. And we really shouldn't talk about this."
"Why not? Sensitive topic?" Dean teased.
"Yes," Castiel simply said, lowering his head and looking away.
Dean hadn't expected that. He knew angels didn't usually show their wings to people, but he hadn't thought about why.
"You still have them, right?" he asked, making Castiel look back up at him with a frown.
"Yes," Castiel said, eyeing Dean somewhat suspiciously. "Why?"
Dean didn't answer Castiel's question, but instead he moved his right hand away from Castiel's chest; smirking when Cas moaned at the loss, and let his hand travel to the angel's back. He stopped when he reached Castiel's shoulder blades, where he imaged the wings were coming out of the vessel, and let his hand search for a hint of the secret wings.
"You won't feel them, Dean. Not unless I want you to," Cas said, as he noticed what Dean was doing.
"I know. Just wanted to see if I can feel anything at all. Like the air feeling weird around the place or something," Dean muttered, feeling a little disappointed as he didn't feel any changes in the air where the wings should be.
He wanted to ask Castiel for permission to see his wings, but he knew that the angel was probably not ready to show them to Dean just yet, so decided not to ask.
Instead, Dean slowly moved his hand closer to Castiel's body; touching the angel's left shoulder blade which would be where the base of his wings should be. He felt Castiel flinch slightly when he touched the shoulder blade, and the angel let out a small moan.
Dean let his hand brush over the same place again, making Castiel moan and jerk and lean forward to rest his head in Dean's shoulder.
"Dean," he moaned.
"Shit Cas," Dean groaned. Hearing the angel moan his name like that was extremely arousing to Dean. "You like it when I touch you here, right?" he asked. He felt the angel shiver and nod against his shoulder. "Want me to stop?"
"No, don't stop," Castiel said into his shoulder, instinctively moving closer to Dean.
Dean shifted on the couch, guiding Castiel to sit on his lap; the angel's legs straddling his hips as Dean leaned back on the couch. He made sure the movement didn't hurt Cas, but when the angel made no complains and only very small moans of pain while moving, Dean knew Castiel didn't mind this new position.
The angel buried his face in the crook of Dean's neck, and their groins were pressed together, making them moan and groan in pleasure. Their handcuffed hands were resting on the couch next to them; Dean's hand slightly on top of Cas'.
Dean kept touching the sweet spot on Castiel's back. Castiel started whimpering against his shoulder; left hand clutching at Dean's clothes.
Suddenly, Castiel desperately started rubbing their groins together, creating friction as they cocks met through their clothes. Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the pleasure the friction caused.
"God, Cas," Dean groaned, moving forward to suck and bite gently at the angel's throat. If Castiel had anything against the blasphemy, he didn't show it, instead he started moaning and whimpering as Dean touched the sweet spot on his back where his wings were hidden, and sucking and biting on his throat.
It only took a few more moments and then they were both coming apart almost simultaneously; hips bucking and moaning each other's names as they both came with their clothes still on.
Castiel's body went limp and rested against Dean's. He groaned slightly as his bruised ribs made contact with Dean's chest, but he didn't care. He was too sated for that.
Dean guided his right hand to Castiel's soft hair; petting it lovingly as the angel's face was resting in the crook of his neck. He felt Castiel's smile against him.
Dean felt Castiel fall asleep against him and shifted on the couch to get more comfortable. The position wasn't the best, after all. His boxers were soaked with his own come, but he really couldn't care less right now.
As he moved, Dean suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked down at their cuffed hands and saw that the handcuffs were open, and ready to take off.
Suddenly Dean felt himself panic.
What would Cas do when he found out that the handcuffs were open? Would he leave like he always did; only coming around when he was needed for a case? When would be the next time Dean would see him again?
In his panic, Dean moved his right hand away from Castiel, and started locking the handcuffs again. When he heard the familiar click of the handcuffs locking, he was afraid Cas had heard it. But the angel just shifted against him and kept napping.
Dean sighed in relief and leant back on the couch again.
He hoped Castiel would forgive him for what he had just done.
To be continued…
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