Chapter 4:
This Chapter Warnings: graphic male on male sex
AN: Here's Chapter 4. Time for the sexin's. Enjoy!
By the time Dean finally leaves his brother's house the light from the nearly full moon is outshining the street lights. Nate and Robin are standing on the porch. They lean against their parents' legs as they fight against sleep, which normally would have claimed them hours ago. They devote one hand to waving while using the other to rub their tired eyes. Dean waves back until the house is out of sight.
Dean walks down the street back the same way he traveled several hours ago. He walks past the park now empty of children. Some of the houses Dean walks past are dark but others are still lit. The noise of happy families and chattering televisions spills onto the street accompanying the sounds of barking dogs and chirping cicadas. Occasionally there's the rev of an engine as a car drives by.
Past the houses is the small wooded area at the edge of town. Dean walks behind a thick clump of trees and doesn't come out the other side. Instead Dean emerges from a different clump of trees in a different forest nearly a thousand miles away.
The forest here is visibly distinct. It's darker, for one thing. The trees here are bigger too and much older, bordering on ancient. They block out some of the moonlight. It's also quieter. The woods near Sam's house were surrounded by civilization. If you walked straight in any direction, you'd hit a rode within a half hour. Here you could walk for days and not see any signs of humanity. Dean likes it that way. That's why he chose to build a home here.
The impala sits parked outside the small ranch style house. Dean makes his way inside the house easily despite the darkness. He doesn't bother to lock the front door. They're in the middle of nowhere. He's not exactly worried about burglars and locks wouldn't be much help in keeping out what he is worried about. There are a couple dozen spells cast on the house for that purpose.
Dean toes off his shoes in the entryway and tosses his coat on the couch. He nearly collapses on the first soft surface he can find. He's bordering on exhaustion. There have been whispers of an impending attack on hell by heaven for a while now but, only in the last month had there seemed to be anything more than whispers. So he'd spent weeks in and out of meetings trying to coordinate the movement of his troops. He hadn't had even a minute to himself in nearly a week. The kicker was that they hadn't even found anything. Some might say it was like chasing a ghost but, Dean had done that sort of thing and it had been much easier. It wasn't so much the constant motion that wore him out but, the constant stress. Being on edge and full of adrenaline for three weeks straight was hard to maintain even now that he was Lord of Hell.
Now he learns that Sammy having the dreams again, obviously a bad sign. He's spent the last 3 weeks on a wild goose chase and at the same time Sam's memories are starting pop up from where Dean had carefully locked them away. It could be a coincidence. Yeah and Siegfried and Roy were just friends.
He'd bet the impala that Zachariah has his fat little fingers stuck in this somehow. This is his fault. He's gotta make sure Sam and his family stay safe. He hopes that he hasn't failed them.
Warm, familiar hands keep him from collapsing. They gently lead him into the large bedroom. He's slowly lowered to the floor and maneuvered so that he's leaning back against the side of the bed. His companion walks around him to sit on the mattress at his back. The hands make quick work of his shirt and begin to skillfully massage his shoulders.
"Cas," Dean breathes a sigh of pleasure.
"Yes, Dean. I'm here." He runs kisses down his lover's neck. "You're so tense. Tell me what's wrong." Dean generally isn't one for sharing but, he'll make an exception when Castiel's hands are making him feel so good.
"It's Sam." Cas just nods, listening attentively. His hands continue their pleasant motions. "I have to take care of him. It's my fault. I have to make sure Sam and his family are safe." Cas raises an eyebrow at this. Dean knows without even looking at him.
Castiel moves Dean's head so that it's facing sideways. Then he leans forward and presses their lips together. Dean understands what he's trying to say. 'I love you. Everything will be ok. We're in this together.' Dean leans into the comforting kiss. Cas eventually pulls away and they continue the massage in a relaxed silence. Dean closes his eyes to better focus on the sensations caused by those warm, nimble hands.
It is quite awhile into the massage when Dean feels something poking him in the back, just below his shoulders. Castiel's hands are on his shoulders what's…? Oh. Dean pleasure-muddled brain makes a sudden realization.
"Cas are you naked?" A devious smile spreads over his lover's face, something he'd picked up from Dean over the years.
"Yes," he replied simply.
"Can I ask why?" Dean questions with an equally devious grin. There's really only one reason for Cas to be naked but, Dean wants to hear him say it.
"I was hoping that once I was done giving you a massage we could move on to other relaxing activities."
"Seems like a plan." Dean responds. "Let's move on to phase two."
"As you wish" Castiel says his smile getting even wider. He helps Dean stand and they make quick work of the elder Winchester's remaining clothing before laying him out on their large, plush bed. He pulls the lube from the dresser next to the bed. Dean starts to sit up but, Castiel gently pushes him back down.
"No Dean. This is about you. Relax and let me make you feel good." He kisses Dean again, swallowing any potential arguments before getting back to the task at hand.
He covers his fingers with lube. He really doesn't need to be stretched much but, Cas knows how hot it gets Dean to watch. He spreads his legs, making sure that Dean has a good view as he slowly pushes one slick finger into himself. He focuses on the sensations, letting the barriers that sometimes stand between him and the feelings of his vessel fall away. Little sounds of pleasure escape as he stretches himself open. He works slowly, increasing the anticipation of both parties for the time when Castiel's fingers will be replaced by Dean's hard cock. By the time Cas is ready Dean is extremely aroused.
Dean's cock points straight up from where he lays on the bed. Cas carefully straddles his lover's lap so that Dean's cock is just barely pressing against his hole. He lowers himself bit by bit. Cas gasps as he slowly becomes filled. Dean moans at the feeling of tight warmth. Castiel pauses once Dean is fully sheathed inside him.
He leans forward while pulling Dean up and their lips meet in the middle. Then he alternates kisses on the lips with kisses, licks and small bites on Dean's neck and collar. Dean instinctively arches up toward the sensations, unintentionally hitting Castiel's sweet spot, making the angel gasp in pleasure. Dean wiggles his hips causing his cock to repeatedly hit his lover's prostate. Castiel moans loudly. Dean can feel it from where their bodies are pressed together.
Castiel takes one final nip at Dean's neck before pulling back. Dean lays panting on the bed. Cas carefully lifts himself up until just the head of Dean's cock is inside him and then surprises Dean by coming down quickly. They both moan as Castiel is once again filled. He is still for only a moment before he repeats the action more quickly. He soon finds a pace that leaves Dean barely able to breathe.
Sounds of gasping and half-formed moans fill the room as Castiel rises and falls on Dean's cock. The pace brings them both to orgasm. Dean comes first with a strangled shout of what might have been Castiel's name. The sensation of his lover's warm seed flowing into him has Cas flowing quickly. Dean collapsed boneless on the bed. Cas pulls himself off Dean's deflating cock. His hole is pink and glistening with cum. He waves a hand, using his angel powers to clean up the mess caused by their lovemaking, and lays down next to Dean. Dean curls around him instinctively.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Dean mutters his expression blissful. He's still a bit high on the feelings of pleasure.
"You are a good man, Dean Winchester. You have always tried to do the right thing. You have spent a lifetime being forced to make hard choices that no one should have had to make but, you have always done the best that you are able. That is all that can be asked of you. You did what you thought was best to protect Sam, what happens next will not be your fault. I know you have trouble believing that but, I will be by your side trying to convince you as long as you want me."
"I'll never stop wanting you, Cas" Dean responds.
"Then I will be yours forever" Cas says in a quiet voice. It's as if he's afraid that saying it too loud cause this all to fall apart. Dean sleeps for the first time in weeks, nestled in the warmth of his lover.
Beams of light are just barely beginning to seep into Dean and Castiel's heavily curtained bedroom when the rhythmic beeping of Dean's phone breaks through the quiet. Dean's sleep addled mind doesn't realize what the noise is until the third ring. He slowly and sleepily makes his way to the pile of cloths on the floor beside the bed. He digs through the pockets looking for his phone.
"Damn it" he mutters. "Stupid underlings. I never get a fuckin' vacation. Have to call me about every little thing. If this isn't important some one's going to get a char-broiled ass."
Castiel just smiles as he lover moves around the room ranting naked. Dean finally picks up the phone right before it goes to voicemail.
"What?" he barks into it.
"" he hears come from the other end of the phone.
"Sammy?" Dean tries to remain calm but, he's never heard so much fear in his brother's voice. "Calm down I can't understand what you're telling me. What wrong?" He hears his brother take a deep breath on the other end of the phone.
"They're gone, Dean. He took them."
"He took who? Who is 'he'?" Dean responds. He has an idea but, he hopes he's wrong.
"I don't know. He was a white guy, balding, wore a suit. He took Diana, Nate and Robin. He said that you would know how to get them back. Where are they? Who was he? What's going on, Dean?" Hearing Sam so worried is close to physically painful for Dean.
"I'll be right there Sam. Just hold on." Castiel understands that something is wrong because he is already off the bed and handing Dean a fresh set of clothing. Dean silently nods his thanks. They both quickly get dressed and pile into the impala. He pulls out with a spray of gravel and heads for the trees surrounding the house. Just like yesterday the trees transport them instantly to the woods on the edge of Sam's small town.
'I just hope it's not already too late' Dean thinks as he heads for Sam's house as fast as he can.
AN: Ooo! Cliff hanger. Sorry. We'll get some answers next chapter which should be up the first week of March. At least Cas is back. Cas will probably stay around for awhile. Yay! I hope you liked this chapter. Please review, they make my day. Until next time : )