okay, so i know i killed you guys, but here's the balm to ease your wounds yet again. thanks so much for sticking with me so far, and i love you all, especially those who reviewed a ton!
xoxoxo- STF
EPILOGUE:
They'd had to bury Katarzyna a few days later. Thankfully, the twins were silent at the funeral, because at one point Dean was holding them both while Cas broke down on the pew next to him. His own silent tears were streaming down his face, but he'd always been better at hiding his emotions than Cas. Cas had never had them beaten out of him.
When they went home and put the twins down for their nap, Dean had left Cas to mourn while he packed up her bedroom. They'd made the study into a nursery to let her stay at peace in the guest room, making good on their promise of old. Dean took the knick0nacks off the dresser top, placing them gently in the boxes he had brought from work the day before. He slowly stripped the bed, remembering random romps they'd had before she got too far along to have too much fun. He turned his sights to the bedside table, pulling out old theater programs and sticky notes telling Cas to remember milk on his way home, et cetera. Hot tears ran down his face in slow succession as he pulled out page after page and item after item, until he came across a leather journal. He opened it with curiosity and found the first page addressed to him.
Dean,
I know that you will find this, if anything ever happens to me, or if I leave, because you have always been more nosy than Castiel ever was. I cannot explain how proud I am to be surrogating for you boys, and as I'm writing this I can feel the first kicks of them in there. Please take this as a guide to dealing with Cas' "urges" should I ever need to leave or if anything happens during the birth. Think of it as insurance; as long as I'm around you'll need my guidance to be a better Dom for him.
I love you both with all my heart, and I need you to know that this is a privilege. Keep telling the babies that their mother loved the, always.
Katarzyna
Dean gasped and flipped through the pages, revealing not only descriptions but drawn images of things that he should try with Castiel, things that he was guaranteed to love. She went step by step, giving him urges to keep his mind on Cas and never let him get hurt, all the things he needed to know, ever. Pressure points, the way he liked to be bent over things, ways to bind, exact toys and methods with which to use them. Dean was tearless by the time he was done, amazed at the time she put into making this for him.
~0~0~
Several months flew by with the advancement of the twins, learning to crawl, hold their own bottles, and soon enough Elijah had hoisted himself up against Dean's leg in the kitchen to a wobbly standing position.
Every night they listened to the music from Katarzyna's rendition of Les Miserables, the sound always calming the babies if they ever did get fussy. Ava was keen on screaming just so that Daddy Cas would turn it on at times. Like he'd promised, the young doctor put a framed picture of her in their nursery, telling them in hushed tones who she was as he bounced them to sleep or rocked them in the chair by the window. Dean would lean on the door jamb and watch his husband skillfully put the babies to bed before dragging him into their bedroom for a romp or occasionally just pepper him with kisses.
On this particular Tuesday, Dean had no appointments, so he gave his secretary the day off and stayed at home with his family. Cas was outside watering their small garden, Marshall laying at his feet with Ava. She was patting the grass curiously, every now and then pulling out a strand and putting it to her mouth. Marshall would woof softly and Cas would stoop, taking the grass from her gently and turning her back to the curve of the old dog's belly to pat on his fur, which she also promptly put in her mouth more than a few times. Thank God he was clean. Dean rolled his eyes and sent a silent prayer up to Katz if she was listening for their new life, and all its little perfections and imperfections.
Elijah was sitting in his high chair, patiently watching Daddy Dean clean up his mess from the melty snack puffs he'd been given. "Da!" he shrieked, two O's dangling off of his spit-soaked fingers. Dean laughed and guided the fingers to his son's mouth, effectively unsticking them. He turned to see where Elijah was pointing, seeing Cas come in with Ava on his hip, setting her down for a snack as well.
"I think that nurse was right, Dean," Cas muttered, pouring some snack puffs out on Ava's tray and reaching for a bottle full of water. At his husband's puzzled look he expounded, "About Katarzyna keeping an eye on the family. I mean, the kids are in fantastic health, they hardly ever cry for their age, one of us is always off work to spend time with them, and we just got this amazing new house for such a cheap price… I can't help but think that someone is looking out for us." He trailed off. Dean only nodded, already certain of this fact.
Later that night Dean cooked them some kind of chicken, but he barely tasted it, remembering the book from Katarzyna. He turned the page from the last one he'd done, as he had decided to go through them consecutively. The next was a bit more interesting, and involved some toys which Dean had secretly bought a week ago. He helped Cas feed the kids and get them into their cribs around nine, and went back in to finish cleaning up the kitchen.
Castiel felt that vibe emanating off Dean, and he knew he was in for an interesting night. He went in behind his husband into the kitchen, hugging him from behind and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. Dean smiled and turned in his arms, cupping Cas' face and kissing him deeply. The smaller man suddenly found himself pressed against the refrigerator with rough hands fisted in his hair and his breath hitched.
"Oh, bad angel, distracting me," Dean breathed into his mouth, tugging his hair hard so that the back of his head hit the cool metal. Cas moaned and writhed under him, looking back at Dean through his lashes. "Finish cleaning up while I get ready to punish you," he murmured, spanking Cas hard before walking out. Cas yelped when the swat came, not expecting it.
Dean made for the bedroom, grabbing his P90X chin-up bar that attached to the door jamb and hooking it over the closet door. He attached two cuffs to it so that they dangled with just enough height to where Cas's arms would be held up but not taught. He needed some wiggle room for this maneuver. Dean licked his lips, pulling out the black plastic bag from under the bed and bringing out the toys, washing them in the master bath sink and setting them aside.
Castiel finished up in the kitchen and ran the washcloth over the counters again just in case. He poked his head out of the kitchen door expectantly, and was greeted with dean standing in the doorway to their bedroom, looking back in as if to see his handiwork. He pulled a face and nodded, ducking back in to grab something and came back to where Cas stood spying, holding a strip of black silk cloth. Castiel's eyes narrowed and he stood up straighter, looking at Dean innocently.
"What's that for sir?" Dean hated being called Master, so Cas kept it light. Dean smirked and told him to turn around. He did and a light gasp escaped his lips when Dean pushed his arms up over his head, pulling off his shirt and casting it aside. The strip of silk came down and tied around his eyes gently but firmly so that he couldn't open his eyes under it for the pressure. His lips parted slightly, and Dean laughed, taking his hand and trailing him to the bedroom.
Once in the room, Cas' hair stood on end on his arms and neck. He had no idea what was in store. Dean had told him about the journal from Katarzyna, but had refused to let him see it 'til they were through it.' which meant it was long and had lots of scenarios. He felt dean walk him over to the bed and he lay down across it on his stomach before Dean chided him with a light spank and dragged his hips up. Now his face was on the bed, arms bent out next to him, and his ass was in the air. He trembled and felt himself growing hard between his spread legs. He jumped when Dean's hands spread out over the swells of his ass, parting them wide to dip his tongue between them.
"Ah," Cas bit into the comforter as Dean delved his clever tongue around his rim, slowly working him open. He threw a glance over his shoulder when Dean pulled back, whimpering quietly from the loss of contact and his inability to see what was coming at his vulnerable back end. Dean came back with a rubber vibrating butt plug, spreading lube over it with his fingers. Cas felt that Dean still had his clothes on, which disgruntled him. But his thought track was broken by Dean pressing the tip of the bulb against his entrance and pressing it in fully. The harrowing stretch was too much at once, and Cas moaned loudly into the mattress, remembering the twins sleeping next door.
"Hush, if you wake the babies we'll have to stop!" Dean spanked him hard, leaving behind a handprint on Cas' right butt cheek. Cas trembled and barked out a breathy laugh, turning his face sideways to keep an ear out for Dean's ministrations. Just as he turned his head, Dean grabbed his hair and shoulder, and pulled him up backward so that he was on his knees on the edge of the bed.
"Up you get," Dean growled in his ear, standing Cas of the floor next to the bed and reaching a hand down to switch on the vibrator. Cas' legs almost gave out under him from the sensation, the vibrations shooting straight to his prostate as the toy's tip pressed against it while standing. Dean caught him and half dragged him to the closet where he had the chin-up rack waiting.
Cas was all but whimpering now as Dean took each wrist and bound it to the rack, his arms hanging so that they were bent at about a 120 degree angle out to each side of him and up. his lower lip trembled and Dean couldn't resist leaning in to knead it between his teeth, earning a timid thrust forward from Cas' hips. He laughed and deftly avoided the movement and moved backward to take his clothes off.
He took in the sight of his husband, thighs shaking from the angle of the vibrator in him, his swollen bottom lip trapped between is teeth, an his breath coming in hard puffs as he waited his next touch from Dean. The larger man came in swiftly, unable to resist running his hands over Cas' ribs and around his back, trailing down to cup his cheeks around the spreading flat disc of the butt plug. Cas moaned and arched into Dean's body, needing the grounding feel of it pressed against him.
"Look at this pretty thing, angel," Dean whispered, dropping to his knees in front of Cas. The smaller man felt his husband's breath ghost over the taught skin of his erection and gasped, hands fisting in the cuffs above his head. He all but screamed when Dean took him fully into his mouth in one go, deep throating him fully, tongue darting out to lap at Cas' balls. He pulled off Cas with a pop, choosing rather to set his teeth into Cas's trembling thigh and make him arch outward with a moan. He was still disoriented from not being able to see, and having to rely fully of his sense of touch and hearing in order to anticipate.
"Do I need to gag that pretty mouth, angel? You're being awfully loud, and I already warned you once." Dean growled at him from his knees in front of Cas, who shook his head vigorously and clamped his mouth shut to emphasize. Dean walked on his knees until he was inside the closet behind Cas, and tapped the inside of his thighs for him to spread them further. Cas whimpered and did as he was told, spreading them out almost to each side of the doorway.
Dean licked his lips at the sight of Castiel's firm butt cheeks and the muscle rolling under the skin, tensing and relaxing for the unexpected torment they were about to endure. He laughed a breathy sound over one swell, gently massaging the other with his palm as he kissed the left. He let his hand slide between them to the vibrator, and he pressed a thumb to the flat handle, pushing it in a bit deeper and getting rewarded with a strained moan from above. It was followed by a hard spank; and two more after that when Cas didn't get the hint. Dean tugged the toy out, setting his mouth to the stretched area to loosen some of the muscles for his next onslaught.
It had gotten to the point where Cas was no longer really standing- he was all but hanging by his cuffs from his knees giving out. Dean had closed some sort of vibrating tight silicone sleeve over his cock, and it was milking him for all he was worth as Dean sat behind him, intermittently toying and rimming his ass into oblivion.
Finally he could predict what would come next as Dean followed the trail of feathers that danced across his back from under the swells of his ass to the tops of his shoulders, kissing the end of each feather and licking and nipping at the bone shafts, as he always did. Castiel was completely covered in goose-bumps now, and was shaking harder than ever. Dean came around in front of him. Castiel gasped as his legs were swept out from underneath him, each hooking over Dean's elbows at the knee, and his back was left disconcertingly to the open air. His hands fisted in the cuffs, and thankfully they were tight because they were the only thing keeping his top half supported right now.
Dean's hands held his cheeks spread open as he sank into Cas, balls deep on the first go. The new position made them both cry out for the tightness, despite Dean's toying and stretching earlier. Castiel lost his breath for a second, breathing heavy the next in the waves of pure need that crashed in his veins. Dean sensed it and kissed him deeply, swaying the hanging man from his bonds. He pulled away and shook his head, trying to loosen the blindfold; he wanted to see them in this manner. Dean laughed gently and reached up, taking Cas' leg with him, and tugged it off, casting it to the floor.
"Move," Cas whispered, wriggling as much as he could to impale himself more on Dean's cock. He looked down between them as Dean pulled out, snapping his hips forward again and diving back in. He barely managed to slap a hand over Cas' mouth to muffle the outright scream that came from him at the dual sensation of his cock vibrating and Dean slamming into his prostate. With a huff Dean pulled out and walked away, leaving Cas dangling there. He was about to put up a fight, thinking Dean was just stopping, when his husband returned with a short thick phallus-gag that he jammed into Cas' mouth and buckled behind his head. Dean swooped down and kissed the corner of his lip before taking Castiel off his feet again. He pulled up one leg and sank in, thrusting home every time as he bent and picked up the other leg.
Castiel was reduced to a living pile of jelly; he'd come twice already from the toy on his cock- which was still not off- and Dean's perfect jabs against his prostate. At this point his head had fallen backward to loll between his shoulder blades, and he was making animalistic noises against the gag when he felt Dean's thrusts become more erratic. Cas's head snapped back up and the gag was pulled violently out of his mouth. He barely had time to stretch his jaw before Dean's lips were on his, taking control. He melted into the kiss as he felt Dean cup his ass tighter and sink as deep as he could go inside him, a wet heat pooling there from his come. Cas shook and his arms hurt from hanging there so long; a fact Dean could tell considering that he pulled out and set Cas's feet on the ground. He reached up and released one wrist, bringing Cas forward to lean on him fully before he released the other and he lost his footing. Dean laughed and pushed him back a bit to pull the vibrating sleeve off Cas' spent cock, which made him groan, and dragged him into the shower to wash off all the day's funk and spunk.
Cas leaned against his chest the entire time Dean washed them off, and murmured sweet nothings into his ear, making Dean chuckle and press kisses all over his wet skin. He got Cas out of the shower and dried him off, pushing him gently into the bedroom and onto the bed. Cas immediately snuggled into Dean's chest when he laid down, nearly falling asleep after a soft peppering of kisses over Dean's pecs and neck.
"I love you so much, Castiel Winchester," Dean whispered into Cas' hair. Cas smiled against his skin.
"And I love you Dean," Cas nestled closer into the curve of his body, draping his right leg over Dean's and promptly falling asleep. Dean stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, a tear eventually sliding down the side of his face. He heard the soft plop of it hitting the pillow, and pursed his lips.
"Thank you," he whispered, lighter than air, to the heavens and to Katarzyna, who sat in Heaven's garden and smiled.
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