The Fallen: Chapter 4
A/N: It is almost 4 in the morning here, not sure if this chapter will be posted tonight. I have my job orientation in the morning but the baby is wide awake and doesn't show any signs of going to sleep any time soon, so I figured I'd write sense I'm awake anyway.
Yes, that is Azazel in the end of the second chapter. Sam is still a special child, remember. And he is not very happy about Castiel and Anna being around his prodigies.
Sorry this chapter is so short. I'll make the next one longer, promise. ^_^
Thank you for the reviews. Really, they inspire me so much and cheer up my lonely day. The most intelligent conversation I have all day is with my son, asking if he's pooping. .
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Dean could barely contain the sounds that spilled from his throat as Castiel sucked him eagerly, trying to bring him closer to climax. Ever where the angel touch sent a fire coursing through his veins and soon he would come undone. "Don't stop, fuck don't ever stop Cas." He groaned out as his hands found the mound of black hair atop Castiel's head.
Closer and closer he climbed in his ecstasy. He closed his eyes in rapture and threw his head back. But the scene changed. No longer was he in the Fallen's bedroom, making love to Castiel's mouth. Instead, he was having a nightmare, he hadn't had in years. He was a two year old again, sleeping in the nursery with Sammy.
He heard someone talking and rubbed his eyes against his will, though his brain told him to run. "Daddy?" He heard his own voice say. The being ignored him, standing above Sam's crib, chanting strange words. Sam was crying, and something dripped from the man's hand, but Dean couldn't tell what it was.
Suddenly their mother was in the room, crying out and Dean clenched his eyes shut. That's when he felt the flames licking at his body and he ran over to the crib. His mom was nowhere to be seen, and suddenly, hands reached over him, grabbing Sam. He looked behind him, terrified, then was relieved to see his father. There was a figure on the other side of the room, a man with yellow eyes smirking at them. Dean saw his father look up and followed his gaze.
The older Winchester awoke with a start in a cold sweat. Panting, he looked to his clock. Sighing, he stood and went to take a shower. He used to have nightmare about the yellow eyed man a lot when he was a child. He never told anyone, not even his brother about them and eventually they went away. He was convinced he had imagined the whole thing; there was no mysterious yellow eyed man in his room that night, his mother hadn't been on the ceiling when the fire broke out. These things he knew were impossible.
"Is there something you need?"
Castiel's voice broke him from his thoughts and he looked up to the naked man. The human had been so lost in thought he hadn't thought to knock on the bathroom door. Luckily, Castiel had a towel wrapped around his waist, having obviously just gotten out of the shower. Dean found his eyes wondering the body before him. He had seen Castiel naked before, it was true, but never off the set, never in the comfort of his own home. "I didn't know you were in here," He huffed out in a husky voice.
"I am about to leave. You are welcome to procure use of this room." Castiel slipped by him and retreated from the room.
They both had the day off, and Dean found it was just as awkward as he originally thought it would be – hanging out with a man who pretended to fuck him for a living. The two sat on the couch in a heavy silence, both unable to stand the sexual tension that was between the two. Both had been having dreams about the other, both in denial of their feelings for the other.
"You two are driving me crazy!" Anna finally said from between the two, standing abruptly. "You obviously like each other. Who cares what Father thinks." She growled, looking to Castiel, who merely looked to the ground.
"I do not know what you are talking about sister." The angel glared at her and stood. "I require some sustenance. I will be going out to eat."
Dean too stood abruptly, "Yeah, count me in. I could go for some buffalo wings."
Castiel had found that he did not like 'hot' wings, he also did not understand the premise of them. "Why are they called 'buffalo wings' when they do not come from a buffalo?" He asked, staring at the less hot wing that Dean had the waitress bring out for him.
Dean rolled his eyes, sucking the meat off the bone of one of the hotter wings, "Because they originated in Buffalo. Everyone knows that." He gulped down his beer, scanning the room for beautiful females. "Just stop being a pansy and eat."
Castiel watched Dean literally suck the meat off another bone and licked his lips in response before shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He turned he gaze back to his own beer. "I do not like this 'beer'." He commented before chugging it swiftly. "Is there another beverage I can drink?"
Dean scoffed. "Men drink two things Cas: beer, and whiskey." The man smirked and flagged down a waitress, then told her to bring them a few shots of whiskey. "You throw up," He then said to Castiel in a very serious voice, "and I will refuse to talk to you anymore."
"So he's made friends with a Fallen angel," Lilith spoke in sultry tones. She sat behind Azazel on their bed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his neck. "It doesn't make a difference. The Fallen do not know of our plans, and they are too stupid to imagine what we are doing."
In an instant, Azazel was atop her, pinning her down by her throat and snarling in her face, "He is not any angel! He is Castiel, God's favorite. He is just like a human, full of emotions. God made him special. This is not a coincidence."
Lilith smirked up and him, arching into his hold, "Crowley would be most displeased to see us this way,"
Azazel gave her a disgusted look and stood. "Keep an eye on the angel. I have big plans for the Winchester brothers. If anything interferes with those plans I will be most displeased." He had known from the moment he met Mary Campbell he knew it would be her blood, her offspring that inspired him the most. She had such a fire in her eyes, even as he killed her, that Azazel knew she would pass to her children.
John Winchester wasn't such a bad candidate either. He had gotten close to his 'yellow-eyed man' many time before, though never close enough, Azazel made sure of that. Still he was strong, intelligent, and didn't know when to give up. Best of all, he was driven and Azazel couldn't wait to see if Sam could be just as driven as his father.
The female demon pouted and called out, "Ruby, dear," Another woman appeared, smiling at her mentor. "I want you to befriend Sam Winchester. Help him discover is powers. Let him…indulge a bit in your blood. Do you understand?"
Ruby nodded eagerly, "I believe I can manage this. I'll have him eating out of my palm before too long." And she was right. She met Sam outside of his school as he was walking home; with a smile she approached him. "Excuse me, I'm new in town and I have no idea where I am." She admitted, feigning innocence.
The younger Winchester brother smiled back at her, a blush rising onto his face. "Where are you trying to go, I'm Sam by the way."
"I'm Ruby." She offered her hand and he accepted it, shaking it politely. "I'm looking for some place to get coffee, actually. Would you care to take me?"
Castiel stumbled down the road, following close behind Dean, who didn't seem nearly as drunk. The angel's vision spun and blurred, and he actually was struggling to keep his feet beneath him. "How much farther? I don't think I can go another mile." He called out to his friend, holding back bile that threatened to come up.
Dean smirked, looking back at him. "Relax, it's only another block." They walked the rest of the way in silence, and Castiel was grateful when they finally arrived at the building. They both stumbled inside and were surprised when they found no one home. "Your sister better not be riding my brother somewhere." The older Winchester grumbled. "Wanna watch a movie?"
The angel thought for a moment, "I am not sure I would be able to focus on a movie in my state of intoxication." Castiel frowned when Dean laughed at him, "I do not seem to understand the joke."
At this, the Winchester laughed harder, punching him on the shoulder, "You don't have to focus on the movie. Just chill." Shaking his head, Dean walked over to the T.V. and picked a movie. "Come on dude."
Reluctantly, Castiel sat on the couch with Dean, laying back and closing his eyes. Images ran through his drunken mind and he imagined what it would be like to kiss Dean. If he did it right now, would it be like when they were filming – so cold or emotionless – or would it be something more? Would his Father hate him for indulging in the pleasures of the flesh, or could Dean possibly be right? Did his Father send him to earth to learn, rather than repent?
"Dude, you alright?" Dean asked, leaning in to see if the angel was even breathing.
Suddenly, Castiel opened his eyes, staring at the man sitting next to him. Without warning, the angel was pinning Dean against the cushions on the couch. Slowly, their lips came together and pleasure ripped through the both of them. The angel moaned loud, unable to resist the heat that crept through his body as his head swam with arousal and alcohol.
"Fuck, Cas," Dean growled, flipping them over so he was on top. He ground his throbbing erection onto Castiel's leg, his own leg pressing firmly against the angels own throbbing member. "I've never liked a dude before," Dean whispered into the flesh against the Fallen's neck before biting down gently. The Winchester's arousal spiked when Castiel moaned and ached into his mouth.
Castiel's body was burning everywhere, but it wasn't a bad sensation. No, the angel enjoyed the way his body ached where Dean was touching him. "Please Dean, show me more," He called out wantonly before his hips grinded harder onto the Winchester's leg. "Please Dean!"
The human groaned deep in his throat, never before had someone affected him this way. "Are you sure," He asked, pulling back to look at the lust filled man beneath him.
Castiel wouldn't let him get far. His hands gripped desperately at Dean's shoulders, trying to keep him close, "The consequences be damned, Dean. I wish to know what it is like to be with you."
'With you,' The angel didn't say he wanted to know what sex felt like, he said he wanted to know what Dean felt like. The human shivered in delight, his painful erection throbbing hard against his jeans, begging for some attention. Dean was about to respond when Castiel suddenly started to push him away. Alarmed, the human released him from his hold.
The angel then proceeded to empty his stomach on the carpet by the couch. "I think I am not feeling well."
Dean sighed as he sat back on the couch, a trembling hand running through his hair. "I'll get something to clean this up. You go get in the shower and clean yourself up." The universe never seemed to line up right for Dean i.e. last time he brought a girl over when his brother was out, her boyfriend just happened to follow them. Sighing, Dean scrapped up the vomit into a bucket, then scrubbed the floor with a rag and some carpet clearer, praying that it wouldn't stay.
Once he was finished he went into Castiel's room to look for some new clothing, when he found none, he sighed and grabbed some clothes of his own before entering the bathroom hesitantly. The angel was just getting out of the shower, his body dripping wet and he sashayed – or maybe he was unsteady from the alcohol – over to Dean. Once again, the human found himself kissing Castiel, the angel pinning him against the bathroom door. The grinded onto each other intensely, trying to create much friction as they possibly could.
"Yo, Dean, you home?" Sam's voice carried out to them. "Yo, hello?"
"His voice is grating and irritates me," Castiel mumbled against Dean's lips. With a long heave, the angel grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his face before taking the offered clothing and waltzed out of the bathroom and into his room.
Dean glared at his brother once he too left the bathroom, "Where have you been? I've been worried out of my mind."
Same gave him a confused look, looking first at him, then back to the bathroom, then to him again. "Dude, why were you in the shower with our roommate?"
With a blush, he responded with his head held high, "He got drunk and spewed everywhere. I was just helping him clean up." With what little dignity he had left, he went to his room, ignoring the confused look his brother sent him, burning a hole through his back.