So after the finale, I was having trouble getting these two in the mood, then I couldn't publish on FF. So I am sorry this has taken forever. Here it is, not to the smexiness yet, but soon my pretties…soon.
Disclamier: Don't own the, though I do get to meet them in 4 DAYS!
Dean was shaking uncontrollably. He was doing his best to hide the hunger tearing through his entire being, but Castiel wasn't stupid.
"Dean. This is a pointless endeavor." Cas said looking forlorn. "You are only hurting yourself by not accepting the inevitable."
Dean looked at Cas through wild eyes, humanity struggling to push through his green orbs. Through gritted teeth Dean brokenly replied.
"N...not…Gonna…Ha-ha-happen Cas."
The angel's shoulders slumped at the admission. "Dean I do not want to do this, but if it's the only way to get you to comply then….So be it."
The hunter looked up to see Castiel draw a knife from his ever present trench coat.
"W-what the H-hell….Is that Cas?" Dean asked the angel with a look of suspicion sliding across his trembling features.
"Plan B, as you call it." Castiel stated as he removed his tie.
"C-Cas…PLEASE…D-don't do this." Dean begged, but to no avail.
"I will not allow you to hurt yourself further by not accepting something that is freely given Dean. That would be ludicrous."
Castiel unbuttoned his shirt revealing his pale toned chest.
"Cas, p-please I'm…I'm begging you here" Dean said his Jade eyes colliding with azure ones that revealed nothing but concern for the hunter.
Castiel looked at Dean wishing to his father there was another way. He knew his hunter, and he knew Dean would not forgive him easily for this transgression, but the angel knew it was the only way. If not Dean would most likely starve to death.
"If this were the other way around Dean, if our positions were reversed you would do the…exact….same….thing. Please understand I only do this to help you."
Castiel draws the blade across the top of his chest on his right side and blood begins to trickle down making its way to the waistband of his pants.
Dean turns burring his head in his arms not wanting to see the crimson rivulets of temptation sliding down the angel's abs, but vision is not the strongest sense in a vampire…Sent is.
The poignant aroma wafted into his nostrils, it was heavy and heady and turning his hunger into a living thing unfurling inside him. The hair on the back on his neck stood on end, His mouth began to water as the greatest craving he had ever been privy to assaulted his entire body. His pupil dilated, he blood raced and a raw and wild voice chanted over and over again in his head.
Feed, take, kill, drink" Over and over. He's fangs extended and he looked at the angel in horror and remorse,
Then he attacked.
He flew at Castiel in a blur. If Castiel wasn't a full on angel, he never could have hoped to see Dean coming.
When he reached Cas he tackled him to the ground, straddling the angel and pressing him painfully into the caverns floor, before sinking his teeth into his chest.
The initial piercing of Castiel's skin was almost more than he could bear, but as Dean began to feed, the pain subsided, or at least he didn't notice it anymore. How could he with the hunter grinding his hips down every time his drew in another mouthful of his blood.
Castiel's hips uncontrollably met with Deans and t-*he angel let out a low moan.
Dean continued to feed, but his hands began to roam over Cas' hard body tracing the muscles that contracted every time ran his hand over them.
It was all instinct; Dean had no other thought than the life force that poured into his mouth.
Castiel was starting to see spots from the loss of blood and he began to feel weaker and weaker.
"Dean." The angel said trying to rouse the hunter.
"Dean that is enough." Castiel repeated louder now trying to break through the feeding frenzy.
His vision began to dim and the angel realized his vessel was in danger of dying. He was weak. Too weak he thought as his world went grey. With the last of his strength he pushed and shouted in his true voice. "Enough!"
The very earth shuddered at Castiel's command. And Dean marveled at the fact he could hear Cas' real voice and not die.
The pathetic push the angel gave Dean barely budged him, but it seemed to have done the trick enough for him to stop and pull back.
Still pinned beneath the hunter, Cas' head hit the dirt under him in relief
"Cas?" Dean said worriedly.
The angel didn't reply.
"Cas? Dammit! Cas?" Dean said grabbing him and shaking him by the shoulders.
Panic hit the hunter like a bus. This was all his fault. He should have resisted, he should have been stronger.
"I'm fine Dean." Castiel said neither lifting his head nor opening his eyes.
"Bullshit Cas!" Dean exclaimed placing a hand on either side of the angel's head. "I could've killed you!"
"I'm fine Dean." The angel stated again finally meeting the hunter's eyes. And Dean's world kick started again. "I am completely healed." He assured him.
"We are so not doing that again Cas." Dean said anger seeping into his voice.
Castiel's eyes went from dazed to furious instantly. Leaning up on his elbows the angel slashed his eyes to Deans.
"I will do whatever is necessary to keep you safe."
Their faces were only inches apart now.
"If I can't keep it together Cas, if I can't control myself-"
Dean sat up still straddling the angel.
"Jeezus Cas" Dean started, running his hands through his short blonde mane. "I almost killed you, if I had-"
"Dean." Castiel said sitting up so they were facing each other. Grabbing his shoulders to make his point. "You didn't. I'm fine. We must be more careful next time, but you didn't harm me, not really."
"Cas, if I lost you."
The anguish in Dean's eyes was more than Castiel could bear. And the only thought that was running through the angel's head when he kissed the hunter was the same one he always had.
Help Dean. How can I make this easier for Dean.
The kiss was soft, chaste, reverent.
Dean even with all of his new, heightened awareness that had come with his turning could not keep up with his feeling or the thoughts vying for supremacy in his head.
Cas is kissing me. WHY is Cas kissing me? Am I enjoying this? I am….I am going to hell….again. Oh wait, pretty sure this blood sucking fiend from beyond the grave gig already ensured that. Cas is kissing me. FUCK! I am kissing him back.
Dean turned his mouth to slant against the angel's his lounge running across his chapped lips requesting entrance.
Castiel obliged without a thought. When Dean's tongue first brushed up against Castiel's a gasp ripped from the angel's throat.
Dean smirked into the kiss. His lounge tangling with Castiel's, he slowly begins to copy Dean's actions.
Dean deepens the kiss further, mouth clashing in the darkness of the cave; the kisses have become, sloppy, hot, loud.
Too long this flood of emotions been dammed.
Dean tries to hold back for the angel's sake. He is unsure of the consequences for Cas if they take this thing any further.
Then the angel moans his name. It's wrecked and needy, and lower than usual if that was even possible.
And that's when the flood gates don't simply open on Dean's emotions.
The flood gate is decimated, with that one small admission.
Dean's hips grind down into Cas', his cock rubbing raw on his briefs, and it hurts so damn good.
"Cas?" Dean says trying to keep his eyes open through the amazing friction as Cas pumps his own hips up to meet Deans down stroke.
"Yes Dean." Castiel says.
Shit. Dean thinks. That doesn't even sound like he's questioning what I want. It sounds like permission. Even if the damn angel has NO idea what he's agreeing to.
"Cas. I really want to fuck you until you can't see straight." Dean admits.
Castiel bites his lips, lust blowing his pupils wide, his eyes almost glowing in the dark.
"That is by far the best idea you've ever had I think." Cas says wetly kissing Dean again pushing their straining erections together.
Dean's pants already feel damp with his need for Cas. Shit, he needed to concentrate. His last shred of control was disintegrating fast.
"You're not gonna fall because of this?" Looking as serious as he can with a pile of horny angel underneath him.
"I assume you are referring to the fact that I inhabit a male vessel?" he inquires as he leaves a trail of fire down the hunter's small expanse of exposed skin near his collar.
And Dean bad-ass hunter, recently turned vampire mewls. He actually fucking mewls.
"Yeah, that'd be the part I'm worried about." He admits through clenched teeth.
"That is a ridiculous and antiquated theory Dean." He says running his hands up the hunter's shirt to caress his spine. "Not to mention it is entirely untrue."
Dean wants to ask about this. He is truly curious, but come on we're talking about Dean fucking Winchester here, and he's in the middle of the hottest foreplay session he has ever been a part of, and they are still FULLY clothed.
Yeah, fuck that noise. I'll ask later.
"Alright then." Dean says smirking and begins kissing anew. It's more fevered now and Castiel feels he will burn up from the inside out, he's losing control fast, and that is something that CANNOT happen.
He softens the kiss bringing from a raging heat to tender and soft.
He runs his hands to Dean's cheeks his thumbs caressing Dean's cheek bones and he trembles.
Dean tries to deepen the kiss once again to recapture the scorching heat of the first kiss they shared and once again, Cas doesn't pull back, but he's not meeting Dean's lips with the same fervor as before.
Dean couldn't figure it out.
Two minutes ago, I thought Cas would have fucked me running, if that is even possible, and now, he's behaving like some virgin, which okay technically he is, but he was kissing like some sinful temptation only seconds ago.
Dean makes another attempt to deepen the kiss and again he is shot down.
"Okay Cas, I give." Dean says huffing and running a hand through his hair, before letting it fall to his side.
"You give what Dean?" Castiel asks his head tilting to the side.
"Well, nit five minutes ago, you were kissing me like a dirty porn star."
Dean bites his own lip.
"Now, I dunno you're kissing like some sixteen year old at her first dance."
Castiel's brow furrows. He is about to tell Dean he doesn't understand that reference, when it dawns on him the meaning of what the hunter is saying.
"Dean." Castiel says, his cerulean eyes piercing the hunter's. "I am an angel, I have to be careful, if I lose control with you for even a second, I could harm you. I have thought on this before, which is the reason I told myself I would never allow this. I could KILL you if I lose control.
"No," Dean says looking a Cas. "You COULD have killed me BEFORE. When I WAS still human." His smirk sliding into place once again.
"I'm a vampire now Cas. And I got good news for you baby." Dean says grinding down into the angel again.
"You can be as rough as you want to with me, I ain't gonna break."
Alright, one more chappy to go. Then onto the monster epic tale I have been planning for months. Demon Cas anyone. I will get it started when I get back from Nashville con! I should have the last chapter of this up before I go!