The Fallen: Chapter 3
A/N: I couldn't resist putting Anna in it, and I might not necessarily pair her with Sam. It's just a thought. Finally figured out how to do good scene changes!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural fandom nor do I make any money from this.
Castiel looked at the other man in the cab, then back out the window. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He asked in a curious tone. "What if he comes home?"
Dean smirked at the angel and winked, "Let's think about something else," He spoke in a sultry voice before leaning over and placing his hand in Castiel's lap, "For instance," He whispered into the other man's ear, licking its outer shell, "my mouth around your cock is a nice topic."
Trying to keep from shifting away, Castiel attempted his own sultry look, "That sounds like a good topic to me," He knew this was called 'acting', but he wondered if his Father would consider it a sin. Dean had told him they wouldn't actually engage in sexual relations, but Castiel could still feel his dick get stiff as the human rub him, making him very uncomfortable. Was he supposed to get hard? He didn't know. But he found he couldn't stop himself; Dean was very good at whatever it was he was doing.
When the older Winchester felt the dick harden instantly in his hands, his eyes widened. He caught Castiel's brief look of shame and instantly he thought of what the man had said to his sister. Dean wondered if Castiel had ever even had sex. Dean felt some sympathy for the guy – it was no wonder he was getting hard. "I can't wait to get you home," Dean whispered in Castiel's ear, then moved to kiss his neck. Quieter, so the camera couldn't hear, Dean said, "Calm down, dude. I understand if you get a boner."
Castiel did relax a little at Dean's words. Like he was told, he grabbed the back of Dean's hair and pulled it back by his hair before placing a kiss on the man's lips. Not sure how to deepen it, Castiel was grateful when the human did so for him, running his tongue along the Fallen's lips, before pushing the velvet appendage into Castiel's mouth. Spark when off behind the angel's eyes and he moaned, grabbing Dean's shoulder with one hand, the other gripping the back of his head harder.
Dean had never been kissed with such intensity before and he too found himself moaning wantonly. He tried to keep his mind focused, but he found his dick was stirring uncontrollably in his pants. Never had a man gotten a rise out of him before.
"Cut! That was perfect guys!" The director called out, a huge smile on his face.
Both men jumped at the sound of his voice. The climbed out of the back of the cab, Dean leading the way over to the man that pays them. "750 for you," He said to Dean, handing him his pay, "And 750 for you."
Castiel didn't reach for the money, just looked at the man, "I want Chuck's usual rate, or I will not come back." He spoke with confidence, raising his chin a little.
The director was taken aback for a moment, but then smiled, "Alright, it seems fair." He took out some more money, "1250. Be here tomorrow at the same time."
Dean didn't say anything until they were far out of the director's earshot. "Dude, how did you know Chuck got paid more than me?" He asked in a mixed voice. He was happy they got more money, but very pissed he didn't get paid equal to his co-star.
"I cannot say. I do not know how Father will react to all of this. I do not wish to anger him more." He spoke quietly. "I am heading home. I wish to watch after my sister."
Dean looked back at the film crew, who were wrapping up the set, then back to Castiel, only to find the angel had disappeared.
Anna sat upon the couch, looking around the dingy apartment with much interest. Castiel had left a long time ago to work with Dean, and she knew form her conversation with Sam that the boy would be home soon. There was something about his aura that drew her too him – he was not a normal human being. If she could just kiss him, she would be able to see what made him so damn special, but Castiel wouldn't let her. She could tell that her brother felt whatever she had felt too.
"Hey Anna," Same spoke quietly as he entered the apartment. Before she could pounce on him, he added, "I brought home friends. This is Max, Ava, and Lily."
Anna smiled at the tree younger children. "It's a pleasure to meet you," She spoke gently, :I know why you are special now," She walked towards them, placing a hand on Max's shoulder, "You two are special, just as Sam is special. Have you ever felt that?"
The four looked to each other, then to Anna. "You feeling ok miss?" Ava asked quietly.
Anna realized her mistake. Human's rarely believed in the supernatural. "Yes, I am sorry I've seem to have scared you. Sam," She turned to him and gave him a bright smile, "I am not sure how to cook and I am very hungry. Can you help me?"
They made grilled cheese sandwiches for everyone, and after they finished eating, Castiel showed up, a serious look on his face. "You are not harassing the men, right sister?" He asked suspiciously.
His sister smiled at him, "No brother. I have thought about what you said, and I will refrain."
Castiel nodded, but his mind was troubled. Instead of spending time in the living room like he normally would, he retreated to the confides of his own room. He was not like his brethren, who often visited Earth for human studies. There were rumors in heaven about angels indulging in the pleasures of the flesh, among other things, and not falling. These were just rumors though – Castiel knew because he had fallen, and from something as simple as wishing to be human.
The angel laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling for some time. He was not used to his human emotions, the strongest one at the moment being embarrassment. He did not know if he could face Dean again, knowing how the man had made him feel. He prayed to his Father to give him guidance – never had he been so lost.
He must have fallen asleep at some point, because he believed himself to be dreaming now. Dean was atop him, head throwing back, ecstasy written on his face. Castiel's hands were on his hip, he looked down and saw much to his pleasure that his member was buried within the human's body deep. The angel gasped and groaned as the body above him bounced up and down on his hardened dick. All he could see was white hot flashes in front of his eyes.
"God Cas!" Dean groaned, eyes glazed over, hands gripping Castiel's shoulder's hard.
At the sound of his name, Castiel felt a knot tighten in his stomach and he cried out in euphoria. How could something that felt so good and so right be a sin? No one before – not even God – had called him Cas. It was a Dean thing and it just turned the angel on more. He was climbing ever closer to something, but he didn't know what; all he knew was that he didn't want to stop.
In the morning, Castiel awoke to Dean shaking him. "Wake up Cas, we gotta leave soon."
The angel was painfully aware that his member was throbbing hard under his blanket. He groaned as Dean's hands seared his skin. "You must leave," He gritted out through his clenched teeth. The angel was relieved when Dean did as he had asked.
Dean gripped Castiel's dick, blowing on the head gently, "Are you ready babe?" He asked, looking up into the face of the angel. Castiel was sitting in a chair in the bedroom; both of them completely devoid of clothing.
Nervous, the heavenly being nodded, his hands buried deep within Dean's hair. When Dean pretended to suck his cock, the angel threw back his head and moaned loud. Before too long, he returned his gaze to the human, unable to look away. His hips bucked accidently, and he blushed, thankful that he didn't hit Dean in the cheek of ruin the shot.
After a few moments of this, Dean crawled on top of Castiel's lap, wrapping his legs around his partner, he acted as if he was descending onto the hardened dick. His own erection throbbed painfully and he made a mental note as he groaned for the camera to stroke it when he was alone. Dean began to rock on Castiel member slowly, moaning loudly for the camera's and gripping the angel's shoulder's to steady himself.
Unable to resist, Castiel grabbed Dean's hips and forced him to bounce up and down. Leaning over, he whispered into Dean's ear too quiet for the camera, "I'm getting close…I don't think I can continue…" Though the angel didn't know what he was getting close to, he knew Dean would understand.
And the human did understand. He slowed his pace, and grabbed one of Castiel's hands, placing it over his dick. Even though it wasn't in the script, he warned the angel, "I'm close, so go slow." It was true for Dean; the feeling of Castiel's member against his hole was driving him crazy, though he would never admit it. He growled when the angel began to pump him slowly, and to keep himself from screaming, he lead the Fallen into a deep, passionate kiss.
Castiel was instructed to act as if he was cumming by the director a moment later. Without hesitation, he started to buck his hips wildly. To keep from crying out Dean's name, he bite the man hard on the neck, making Dean wrap his arms around his head. Castiel stopped all of his movement and panted hard, willing his erection to go away; it hurt so good he almost began to sob at the feeling.
The director yelled cut and Dean climbed away from Castiel as fast as he could, retrieving his clothes. The two dressed in silence and went to get their pay. Both were embarrassed when the director told them, "You two have great chemistry! Best scenes I've ever shot!"
The two walked down the road in silence, before Dean finally said, "I want to show you something,"
Castiel allowed himself to be led to a very nice part of town, and into a very nice neighborhood. When Dean stopped in front of a house, Castiel gave him a confused look. "I do not understand. What is the importance of this house?"
Dean looked up at the house with envy, "With the money we are making…I was thinking that…maybe we could move here. It's got four bedrooms. I was hoping you and Anna could share, Sam and I could share, then there would be enough room for my foster siblings. I could bribe my foster father to let them live here."
Once more, Castiel turned his eyes towards the large house. "If that is what you wish, then it is acceptable."
"Thanks Cas."
Castiel sat nervously at the bar, looking around him with caution. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked, turning back to Dean who was sitting beside him, flirting with the very pretty bartender.
Nodding, Dean ordered them some beers and turned around in his chair, "I come here all the time. The girls are easy, the beer is cold, and Ellen never I.D.'s me. What could get better than this. Besides, we need to celebrate Chuck being sick with the flu. If it wasn't for that, we wouldn't have been able to get the new place!"
Sighing, Castiel picked up his beer and chugged. Once he was done, he wiped his mouth and spoke quietly, "I do not wish to be with a female. I have already have bathed in sin; I do not need to disappoint Father more."
"Do you ever stop to think that maybe your father sent you here to learn." Dean didn't look at Castiel when he spoke, instead he found his beer very appealing to his gaze, "Maybe he isn't what you think. Maybe he believe you are too…inhuman. Think about it. Anna said your other siblings sin, maybe he was more upset about you not living your life. I mean, you are kinda a prude."
"You do not know my Father," Castiel chugged his beer. "He would not approve of what I have being doing as of late. I am afraid He will never let me return home."
Dean looked over to the angel now, a scowl adoring his face, "Fuck him man. You need to live your life. That's all that matters in this world. Staying alive and living each day like it's your last." He too chugged his beer, "My father walked out of Sammy and me when our mother died. Sam was only a baby; I wasn't much older. I don't let that effect me though."
The two drank in silence, ever once and awhile Jo – Ellen's daughter – would come over and talk to them. It was stiff between the two of them with the day's events fresh in their mind. They did not notice a man sitting across the bar, watching the two intently. He had salted hair and when the light hit him just right, the other patrons would swear his eyes glowed yellow.