CHAPTER SEVEN
By the time, Sam and Dean, arrived back at the bunker it was after midnight. Both were exhausted and all they wanted to do was get to bed and hope for a good day tomorrow. As they entered the bunker to do just that, they noticed that all the lights were on. Not that they had a light bill but still, if you were not in a room, the proper thing was to turn the light off. Castiel obviously had a lot to learn.
"Cas?" Sam called out but there was no response.
Dean, getting worried, quickly made his way to Castiel's room. That is where he found Castiel, curled up in a ball, on his bed, asleep. Dean did not want to wake him but he was worried about what had taken place. A new life as a human was going to take some adjusting to.
"Cas," Dean sat down on the edge of the bed and shook Castiel.
"Don't kill me," Castiel jumped up and pressed himself against the wall, his eyes wide with fear. It took him a moment to realize that the other people in the room were Dean and Sam. He relaxed but only slightly.
"Who is going to kill you?" Dean questioned, looking around the room, hoping for an answer.
"Michael," Castiel's voice let out a squeak.
"Your brother Michael?" Sam asked, stepping in through the doorway. "Michael is dead Cas."
"No, not that Michael," Castiel relaxed more against the bed, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Michael … Myers."
Dean laughed loudly. He did not want to make fun of Castiel for being scared but he could not help himself. Castiel, an ex badass angel, feared a fictional man in some horror movie. A lot was funny to Dean in life but this was like icing on the cake, cause icing on pie was gross.
"Michael Myers is coming to kill you," Sam repeated, shaking his head before turning around. "I am going to bed."
Sam was gone before either of them could tell him goodnight, though Castiel was not even paying attention to the fact that he had left. He was still trying to come down from the nightmare he was just having.
"So, I am assuming you watched horror movies while we were away," Dean laughed again, this time at how cute Castiel looked right now.
"I wanted to see why you like them some much," Castiel admitted.
"And did you figure it out?" Dean wondered. He was kind of interested in the answer himself. With all the stuff they do on a daily basis, you would think that horror movies would be avoided, but he ate them up, especially the classics.
"Only that I think you have some problems," Castiel smiled at Dean, he was trying to lighten the situation for himself. The smile Dean offered back seemed to help.
"Yes, well," Dean shrugged his shoulders, "we can't all be perfect."
"I have no things," Castiel changed the subject quickly, his eyes flicking over his room.
"You will get things," Dean promised. "It will just take some time."
"I do not have things," Castiel repeated, pulling himself to sit on the edge of the bed next to Dean. "I have nothing human. I have no clothes, except for the one's I have been wearing for years, which now must be cleaned. I have no photographs or ways to show memories. I have no family. I belong to no one."
"Stop right there," Dean put his hand on top of Castiel's. "You have family. Sam and I may not be much but we are your family."
"Thank you, Dean," Castiel gave him a weak smile, but all he really felt like to them was a burden. Now that he was human, he was going to be the worst thing for them.
"And you do belong to someone," Dean squeezed Castiel's fingers with his own. "You belong to me." Dean took a quick deep breath before continuing. What was he getting himself into? "That is … if you want to belong to me?"
"I," Castiel looked up and made eye contact with Dean, "would very much like that"
"Good," Dean breathed out just moments before his lips were pressed against Castiel's.
Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck as they kissed and began to pull him down on top of him but Dean pulled away. Castiel was not sure how to react in this situation. If Dean really did not want this, he was not going to force it upon him. Maybe Dean had not meant he wanted to continue having sexual relations with him, just that he belonged to him, and there would be kissing?
"I am," Castiel began to apologize.
"Stop," Dean cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "I want this. I just, I need to go get something really quick."
"Okay Dean," Castiel nodded. "I will wait here."
Dean got up from the bed and disappeared. Castiel, though he felt the desire to follow him stayed where he was. He looked around his room, trying to use this time to think about something that he would want. It would have to be something that he could get. Not being an angel meant that he could not get crazy obscure things anymore. It would have to be something that he could buy with his own money. Money which he did not actually have.
Twenty minutes had passed before Dean had returned to the room, a giant duffle bag in his hands. He tossed it down on the bed, a smile plastered across his face. Castiel was nervous about what that smile meant but he didn't want the smile to go away. He loved when Dean smiled.
"What is this?" Castiel finally asked, reaching for the bag.
"I got you a few things," Dean smiled. He pulled the bag toward him and opened it up, starting to pull things out. "This is a gun. This gun has gotten me through many serious situations. We will need to teach you how to shoot it, but when we go on hunts, it can be yours."
Dean looked over the gun and walked over to Castiel's night stand and opened it up. He then put the gun inside and shut it. He would work on getting something better to put it in for Castiel later.
"You are giving me a gun for protection and hunting?" Castiel questioned, cocking his head to the side.
"Yes," Dean laughed, reaching into the bag again. "And more."
Castiel had never been a child. He had watched many over the years, but had no idea what it was like to be one. So even though he did not know for sure, he assumed this is what a little kid felt like during Christmas time.
"Here are some clothes." Dean set down a pile of clothes on the bed. "Some jeans that are a little small for me and some shirts. Including this very awesome Led Zeppelin T-shirt."
Castiel reached out and grabbed the shirt, running his fingers over the fabric. He pulled it up to his face and smelled it for a moment. It smelled just like Dean. Castiel wanted to put it on that moment but he had a feeling that soon he would be taking clothes off anyways.
"And this," Dean pulled a picture frame out of the bag. It was a picture of him and Castiel from a few years back. Castiel was not even aware that a picture of him existed in this world and come to find out, Dean had one. He had a picture of them together. "Just so you can remember that you belong to someone."
Castiel stood up from the bed and walked over to Dean, wrapping his arms around his waist. He had been wrong all along. When he was watching movies earlier, he felt that he would never find love like people in movies have. He was glad that he was wrong. Though Dean had never said it to him, Dean had to love him to some degree or he would not be doing any of this for Castiel.
"Thank you, Dean," Castiel tilted his head up and kissed Dean lightly.
"I have one more thing," Dean admitted, walking them backwards towards the bed, his cheeks flashing a slight pink.
"I am feeling rather," Castiel smiled into Dean's neck. "I believe the word is spoiled."
"Well don't get too excited yet," Dean pulled away from Castiel to reach into the bag and pull out two more items that were in the bag. Castiel's eyes getting larger upon seeing what they were.
"Is that?" Castiel began to ask, not even able to get to the words out.
"Lube," Dean held the lube up in one hand and held up a box of condoms in the other. "And condoms."
"Oh," Castiel knew what this meant and his stomach sank. Not that he did not want this but he was nervous. He had only ever had sex once and it was with a woman. He got the concept of how it worked with men but he was nervous that he was going to disappoint Dean.
"If this is too much, we don't have to do anything," Dean set them down on the night stand and took Castiel back into his arms. "I do not want to make you do anything that you don't want to do."
"Please," Castiel whispered in Dean's ear. He was scared but he also knew that he wanted this and he wanted it with Dean. He also knew how much Dean loved to hear him beg. "Please fuck me Dean, please."
"Fuck," Dean growled, pulling Cas into him and then pushing his back down against the bed. Dean was quick to crawl on top of Castiel, straddling his legs over Castiel's hips. "Again."
"I need you to fuck me, Dean," Castiel took it a step further. "Please, Dean. I need you."
Dean leaned down and took Castiel's mouth into his, biting, licking and sucking at his lips. There were moments when Castiel could barely breathe but it was an amazing feeling. By the time Dean had finally pulled away, their lips were bright red and swollen. Castiel took note of the way that they tingled but he only wanted more.
Reaching up, Castiel pushed at the bottom of Dean's shirt, letting him know that he wanted Dean to pull it off. Dean did as he was silently instructed to do, he then leaned down to help Castiel out of his shirt as well. Leaning back down to kiss Castiel again, their bodies pressed together and Dean moaned loudly. The feel of Castiel's skin against his own was truly an amazing feeling.
Though Dean knew this would be Castiel's first time having sex with a man, he could not bring himself to take anything slow. He had to have his hands and his mouth over every inch of Castiel's body and Castiel seemed to have no problems with it based on the sounds that he was making as he pushed his body up to meet Dean every step of the way.
Dean worked with Castiel to remove the rest of the clothes that they had been wearing before pushing Castiel against the bed, holding him down with his own body. "Are you sure you want this? We can wait if you need to wait."
"Dean," Castiel growled against Dean's mouth, causing Dean's dick to twitch between then. "If you do not fuck me, I am going to fuck you."
"Mmm," Dean moaned into Castiel's mouth. "Neither of those sound like bad options."
"Please, Dean," Castiel begged again, this time not meaning to. "I need you inside of me."
Dean wanted to make Castiel happy and give him everything that he wanted, everything that he needed. If Castiel said that he needed Dean, then that is just what Dean was going to give him. Part of him was scared about the steps that he was taking in his life and how he normally was not good at any of this, but he was going to try. He was going to do his best to make Castiel happy.
Dean kissed Castiel a few more times before climbing off the bed and grabbing the supplies that he had brought with him. Moving back over to Castiel, he tossed the condoms on the bed beside him and flipped the cap of the lube open. He knew what he was doing, it was not like he had never had anal sex before but he was now more nervous than ever. He did not want to hurt Castiel.
"Dean," Castiel reached up and grabbed Dean's hand. "You are not going to hurt me. I promise."
Dean was not sure how he did it, but he had read Dean's mind completely. They always had this connection, so it was no surprise that it was still there, even after Castiel had lost his angel mojo.
"Okay," Dean finally relaxed a little.
Dean poured some of the lube onto his fingers and crawled his way between Castiel's legs. He decided now that rushing was not what he wanted to do. He wanted to take his time with Castiel, go slow. Dean kissed up Castiel's thighs, as he slowly made his way up his body. Castiel groaned, heels digging down into the bed. Dean loved that he could make Castiel feel this way.
"Dean," Castiel growled, looking down at Dean between his legs. "Please. I can't wait any longer. I need you inside of me."
"Impatient much?" Dean winked up as his angel and made his way further up between his arm.
"Dean?" Castiel growled again but Dean shut him up quickly by pushing his finger against Cas' rim.
Castiel cried out in the most delicious ways as Dean rubbed his finger against Castiel. Once Castiel was writhing beneath him, Dean slipped his finger inside of him. Slowly, Dean worked his finger in and out of Castiel. Castiel moaned and pushed back against Dean, loudly by silently begging for more. Dean obliged, sliding a second finger in until he could get a third one. Dean wanted to push against his prostate but he wanted to save that moment for when he was in Castiel. He knew it could push him over the edge and that moment needed to be when Dean was buried inside of him.
"Are you ready?" Dean asked for permission.
"Yes," Castiel's words came out breathlessly. "Please fuck me Dean."
"So, sexy," Dean growled as he slipped his fingers out of Castiel, causing him to whine. "And so, needy."
"Yes, Dean." Castiel nodded his head frantically. "Needy. I need you inside of me Dean. I need you."
Dean reached for the lube again and put more onto his fingers. He then slicked up his cock, coating it the best that he could before pushing slowly into Castiel. Inch by inch he pushed in until he bottomed out completely. He then pulled back and slowly did it again.
"Harder Dean," Castiel begged, pulling his legs up toward his chest. "Please, fuck me harder."
"Fuck," Dean groaned, increasing his speed. That is when it happened. That glorious moment that Dean had been waiting for. He had hit Castiel's prostate, sending him over the edge.
"Oh, Dean." Castiel cried out loud as he came between them.
"Yes," Dean moaned, Castiel tightening around him.
Dean's thrusts became erratic. Watching Castiel come undone beneath him was the most incredible thing he had ever seen. He wanted to see it again. He needed to see it again.
"Oh fuck," Dean's hips began to shutter as he came deep inside of Castiel.
"Yes," Castiel repeated until Dean collapsed on top of him.
"That was," Dean tried to find the words but he could not put a full sentence together.
"Everything." Castiel finished it for him and perfectly, in Dean's opinion.
"Yes," Dean nodded his head in agreement. "That was everything. You are everything."
