A/N: This fic has been so much fun to write. I can't even explain how pleased I am with it, and how flattered I am with all of the great feedback! You will all see plenty more works from me in the future (all most likely in the Supernatural fandom).
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Chapter Four: The Rabbit Hole
It was close to one in the morning when they returned to the motel. Dean hadn't realized so much time had passed, but then again he had a bump on his head that suggested he'd been unconscious for several hours. The exhausted hunter fell into bed with a groan. Beside him, Castiel sat on the edge of his own bed, looking very stiff, like his angel walls were back up. They remained in silence for some time, not looking at each other. All Dean could do – even after coming so close yet again to death – all he could do was remember their kiss. It had lasted for less than a minute, yet the repercussions were chasing him down like some kind of Hell Hound.
Dean ran a hand over his face. He wanted to kiss Castiel again. Badly. The realization struck him as suddenly as he'd struck the roof of the Impala. Suddenly it was as if he knew a truth that had been concealed as a lie all along. To distract himself, he said, "What did Ashlyn say to you? She whispered something to you before you guys vanished."
Castiel's reply was soft. "She asked if I could make her forget everything."
Dean sat up. Castiel had been staring at him. They locked eyes. "And did you?"
The angel nodded. "I have enough Grace left in me for that. She seemed to sense what I am, which is what I think prompted her to ask." He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "I wiped her mind clear of vampires and the violent death of her lover. I only left her with his last words to her, which will linger in her head like something heard in a dream."
"That—that was sweet of you, Cas," Dean said.
Castiel looked back to him and smiled in his melancholy way. "It is only because of you I have these emotions, this understanding. Even after existing for so long, I have never encountered human emotion as strongly as I have these past months. I can appreciate now the need to be close to someone." The way he said it was so innocently honest in that Cas kind of way that it physically knocked the breath out of Dean.
"I'm sorry," the man said, "for running out of here after, y'know, everything."
Cas looked at him pointedly, as if he wanted Dean to say out loud what he was talking about. The damn angel was a crafty bastard, under all the ignorance. "Do you mean after you kissed me?"
"I kissed you?" Dean said, acting affronted. "Excuse me, feathers-for-brains, but you were the one running a full-on seduction."
"All I did was touch your arm," Cas said simply. "You were the one who kissed me."
Dean chuckled, shaking his head. His hands came together in his lap, fingers linking. This was an OK from Cas to do what he wanted. Castiel was speaking so openly, as opposed to his normally measured speech. Dean had seen enough pairs of "fuck me eyes" to know the signs. There was a stirring in his belly as he looked back up at the angel, and it was definite; Castiel wanted him to kiss him again.
Standing slowly, Dean moved to stand in front of Castiel. When the angel attempted to stand, Dean put a staying hand to his shoulder and kept him seated firmly on the bed. He stood so close that Castiel was forced to open his legs and allow Dean to stand between them.
"Before I do anything," Dean said, "I want you to explain one thing."
"Yes?" Castiel's voice had dropped an octave. His eyelids seemed heavy, maybe owing to the fact the Dean was leaning ever so slightly against his groin, creating a teasing pressure.
"If you're supposed to be an emotionless douche bag or whatever, why the sudden sex drive?" Dean pushed his hand beneath the collar of Castiel's trench coat, moving to loosen his tie.
The corner of Cas' mouth caught itself in a smirk. "This is not only about sex, Dean. As an angel, I have no real desire of it. There is something about you, however, that makes me crave a human life. It is blasphemous to say, but for the first time I doubt myself. Because of you."
"I don't follow."
"You live such an unfortunate life. Other humans would have been driven mad by the pressure that rests on your shoulders alone. Yet, despite all of this, you have such light in you. I see it in the way you smile, when you laugh with your brother. You are a man that I envy, Dean, because of your passion. This has made me into little more than a child trying to emulate their hero figure, but there you have it." Castiel splayed his hands, palms up, as if he were literally offering Dean the explanation in the form of a physical thing. "You have made me long to be a creature of emotion, if only to allow myself a closer bond with you."
It was the only love confession that the angel knew how to preform, and it struck Dean more powerfully than he would have anticipated. Dean grasped the understanding then that Castiel's affection was like none other he'd experienced before. Castiel was in love, not lust (although there was a note of the latter in his eyes). Leaning in slowly and carefully, Dean pressed his lips to Castiel's again, showing no signs of wanting to turn away.
The awkward angle of their kiss soon prompted Castiel to stand. He backed Dean up until he was pressed against the far wall. The angel seem inclined to take control of the kiss, which Dean let him have. Castiel's lips were strong and demanding against his own. In an effort to be closer, Dean worked to get some of Castiel's many layers stripped away. The trench coat dropped to the floor and Dean put his hand to the back of Cas' now-exposed neck, holding him there. Their tongues met, running into each other's mouths and vying for dominance. Dean noticed after a short time that he wasn't breathing. He pulled away enough to exhale, chuckling softly.
"How are you so good at this?" he breathed against the angel's lips.
Cas grinned. "I may be a virgin, but I know how this works, Dean. I know what gets you aroused." He put a hand beneath the man's shirt, making him shiver at the coolness of his hand.
"So now I've got an angelic stalker? Fan-friggin-tastic," he said in a manner intended to be teasing. Their lips met again, less experimental and more determined.
They removed each other's clothing methodically, exploring each new inch of skin as it was revealed. Fingertips brushed over lines of muscle and their hips pressed together as their excitement grew. When they were both down to their underwear, Castiel began to massage Dean's groin through the front of his boxer-briefs. A low guttural moan escaped the man. He closed his eyes as his head fell forward onto Castiel's shoulder.
"Cas, t-that feels so good," he managed. "Bed, now."
Together they fell into bed, Dean on top and looking very pleased with the position. He kissed a gentle, wet line down Castiel's chest, stopping just at the waistband of his underwear. Seeming hesitant, he glanced up at Cas.
"I don't know if I can do this, Cas," Dean said. "I mean, with a guy… it's weird. I've never—"
"I know," Castiel said. "Try not to think about that. There is no one here to judge you. I won't even hold it against you that you have been with so many women." He chuckled in a very human manner.
The spark lit in Dean's eye almost instantaneously. "Hey, you won't be mocking me for my experience when we're done here, pal." His fervent kissing resumed, going further down until he laid a tantalizingly light kiss to the defined bulge just behind the thin cloth of Castiel's underwear.
The angel gave a wanton moan. Dean glanced up just in time to see the arch of his neck and a subtly gripping of the bed sheets. The hunter kissed Castiel's erection one last time before pulling off the final layers of clothing that stood between them. Something in the back of Dean's mind went off like a buzzer, as if marking the final checkpoint before no-turning-back. He grinned to himself, blowing right past that stop sign with vigor.
"W-wait," Castiel said, stopping Dean before he could close his mouth around the shaft. "Get on your back."
Dean cocked an eyebrow. "But I was havin' so much fun down here." He chuckled and circled his thumb around the top of Castiel's dick.
"You'll like this," the other man said breathily. "Promise."
Dean found he couldn't deny Castiel when he looked so heated and full of lust. The two met in a sloppy kiss as they switched positions, Castiel now straddling Dean's hips. For a moment, Dean became nervous. He wasn't quite ready to go the full nine-yards into Gayville.
"Don't worry," Castiel said in the midst of several tender kisses to the man's neck. "I'm not going to hurt you." To pacify him, Cas reached in between their bodies and began to work Dean's length with his hand, drawing some uncontrolled moans. Seeing Dean in so much pleasure was something the angel had imagined but never anticipated to be so erotic. It was like finally witnessing something that had until then been completely secret, which Castiel supposed it was. Dean was so different in bed than he was anywhere else. Already the man's inhibitions were down as were his cleverly-placed walls. Castiel couldn't help but drown out Dean's moans with another heated kiss.
As they continued to move against each other, going slowly but with a certain amount of desperation, Castiel began to position himself quite particularly. His caresses of Dean's length became guided, with a goal in mind. The angel spread the precum over the length of Dean's cock.
Dean caught on to what Castiel was going to do several moments before he actually did it. He pulled away from their kiss and looked at the angel uncertainly. He didn't want to hurt Cas any more than Cas wanted to hurt him.
"Don't worry," the angel said softly. "You won't hurt me."
Dean grinned at Castiel's particular habit of reading his mind without any use of his supernatural power.
The pale-skinned angel leaned in slowly and placed one tender, careful kiss on Dean's parted lips. As he drew away, his blue eyes connected with Dean's green ones. Castiel laid his free hand once again over the scar on Dean's arm, squeezing the flesh with purpose.
"This is not me," Castiel said. "This body, it is not who – what – I am. You have to know that." His eyes were searching for something in Dean's face.
Dean nodded. His hips ground weakly against the other man, unable to stop himself. "I know, Cas, I know."
"This mark I have left on you is nothing compared to the one left on me," Castiel whispered.
Their eyes remained connected as Castiel slid himself onto Dean. A flicker of discomfort appeared on the angel's face for just a moment, but soon he relaxed. Dean pulled him in for another kiss and as one they moved together, all heavy breathing and desperate touch. They pawed at each other, losing all sense of hesitancy or caution. Dean's hand gripped Castiel's hip until red marks appeared on his pale flesh. There was no need to control his strength or his need with Castiel; he was no woman or mortal being. The gravity that came with bedding an angel struck Dean but did not slow him down. He wanted this, needed it, and he only wondered how it had taken him so long to realize that.
Castiel's movements quickened, rolling his hips harder and deeper against Dean as his lust grew more inflamed. There was a heat beneath his skin like the fires of Hell itself, although far more pleasurable. He shivered with the touch of Dean's hand on his groin. Soon the angel began to lose any rhythm of his movements. His breathing became labored, heavy, and for a moment as Dean looked up at him, there appeared to be a light shining off of his skin.
"Dean, I'm going to—"
"Just hang on, I-I'm almost there." With what appeared to be an expertly practiced maneuver, Dean sat up and hitched Castiel's legs around his waist. In no time at all, their positions were reversed yet again, and Castiel was sprawled on the mattress while Dean moved against him with deep thrusts. The hunter captured Castiel's lips and their kiss turned into biting and bursts of breath.
"Dean," Castiel said again, urgently. He grasped Dean's shoulder with one hand and the back of his neck with the other. Dean could feel the angel's fingertips raising red welts on his skin in long parallel lines.
Dean ducked his head into the crook of Castiel's neck and in that position they reached climax together. They moved and jerked for those last bits of utter ecstasy before the feeling eventually faded into nothing but collapse. Dean grit his teeth, calling out Castiel's name on the edge of a heavy exhale, still rotating his hips into his angel. The sound of his own name being called out by the man beneath him was the final burst of pleasure before Dean's orgasm came to an end. Each breath was a joint effort, and the stars dancing before each of their eyes were blinding. Both men fell limp, utterly spent and exhausted. Dean pressed last kisses to the curve of Castiel's neck, feeling the stubble and roughness that he wasn't quite used to yet. Carefully, the hunter removed himself and rolled over to lie next to Castiel, putting one hand on his chest and his head on the angel's shoulder.
The room felt hot and very small, too small to contain the whirling thoughts of both panting men on the bed. What they'd done could never be taken back. Dean had brief terrifying images of Cas suddenly sitting up and screaming as Heaven chucked him out then and there. The thought of being the cause of Castiel's Fall made the hunter only clutch tighter to him, although he felt silly and girlish for doing so.
Castiel wrapped one arm around the man at his side. A peaceful, happy smile was on his face; a smile that Dean had never seen before. They met eyes and chuckled a bit, leaning in for another kiss, soft and quiet and content.
"I have wanted to be with you like this for a long time, Dean Winchester," Castiel said, running his thumb over Dean's cheek. He stared openly at the man, feeling for the first time like he had every right to look.
Dean cocked a smile. "Lying's a sin, you know. When I met you, you were such an up-tight little prick, I thought I'd pitch you through a wall."
"And you were rebellious and stubborn. Our initial dislike was mutual."
Dean laughed softly, reaching down to gently palm Castiel's spent cock. "So much for that."
"Agreed." Castiel kissed Dean's forehead and looked down at their bodies, making a disgruntled face.
"What's the matter?" Dean said.
"I did not realize that sex would be so messy," the angel replied.
The puppy-dog expression on Cas' face sent Dean into a fit of laughter that he'd hate to describe as giggles. It was strange for him to feel so happy, but it seemed like the condition would be permanent, at least for the next few hours.
Dean sat up, which elicited a displeased whine from Castiel. "That's what showers are for, angel-boy. Come on, I'll introduce you to some of my own magic; motel soap and hot water." He winked, kissing Castiel briefly on the cheek as he stood and went into the bathroom to run the water.
For a moment or two, Castiel remained in the bed and watched the man move around in the tiny bathroom.
Dean Winchester was truly a loyal man, that was certain, but he did come with his peculiarities. The biggest trait that set him aside was, of course, his appetite.
As Castiel stood and followed Dean into the shower, he thought with a grin that maybe the hunter's appetite would be forced to extend beyond its usual diet of burgers, booze, and women. The angel planned on sating as much of Dean's hunger as he could, because he was likewise hungry for this man, and nothing – not Heaven, Hell, or vampires – could keep him away.
A/N: That's all she wrote, folks! I hope you've enjoyed my first multi-chapter Dean/Cas writing, and I do hope you'll return for more :D As always, any feedback is appreciated and encouraged!