Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. I'm only borrowing them.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel - very graphic. This is my first attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.
Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.
In this chapter, no smut, only swearing and adult subject matter. As much as I enjoy smut, I figured it was time to add a little plot.
Chapter 5 – The Deadline
Heavy metal rifts penetrated his consciousness. He opted to ignore it and snuggled down deeper into the best sleep he'd had in ages. The warmth that surrounded him called to him like a siren's song. He felt warm, comforted and very loved which until recently was a very rare feeling for him. He fell back to sleep easily.
Meanwhile, Castiel's eyes popped open and he turned his head to encounter the back of Dean's head. Castiel mojo'd Dean's cell phone over to his hand while he gently pushed Dean's shoulder. He inquired hesitantly in a raspy voice, "Dean. Did you ever call Sam?"
"Oh, crap," Dean rasped drily. He really needed to hydrate badly. He took the phone that was offered him and opened the line, clearing his throat. "Hey, Sammy. What's up?"
"What the hell, Dean?" Sam exploded loudly. "Why didn't you call me earlier?"
Dean sighed heavily in anticipation of a difficult conversation then felt Cass pull back away from him. As he pulled out of inside of Dean, Dean had to lower the mouthpiece away from his mouth because he couldn't contain a disappointed moan at the now very empty feeling. He mentally steeled himself to focus on Sam and started to answer Sam's call when he felt something else being shoved up inside his very sorely abused entrance.
He winced and frowned in confusion. He glanced over his shoulder but he saw that Cass had already turned his back and was completely dressed. Dean sighed again and answered quickly as Sam's tirade increased, "Damn it, Sam. Calm down. I just woke up. Okay? And stop yelling, damn it. I have a killer headache."
"I will be back with food and water," Cass informed him emotionlessly.
Dean nodded to Cass to show that he'd heard Cass and continued to focus on Sam's bitchy attitude. "What's the problem, Sam?"
"The problem, Dean, is that my brother disappeared during a demon hunt and has been missing for over five days now! And now I find out that you could have call but didn't so forgive me if I'm a tad bit upset," Sam ranted hotly.
"Why don't you control your OCD, Samantha? You are blowing this all out of proportion, you know. I just became conscious a while ago, thanks for asking, by the way. I still need to eat, drink and shower but I'm sure Cass will bring me back as soon as I'm done," Dean snapped irritably. He tried to forget what was supposed to happen to Cass after that.
"Yeah," Sam started hesitantly, "About that. Is he really . . . you know, just him?"
"Yeah, Sam, he is. Oh, and also, Gabriel's back," Dean added with disgust.
"What? When?"
"Apparently their Dad is back and not happy so He brought Gabriel back to get things in order. It really says something when that dick is the best alternative that you have."
"Well, at least He didn't bring back Michael or Raphael," Sam countered logically.
Dean sighed heavily, "True dat. Look, let me shower and eat then I will call you back with ETAs. Okay?"
"Yeah. Okay. You sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine. Really. Just completely wiped. Talk to you later. Take care, Sammy," Dean signed off and hung up then slowly eased up and moved his legs off the bed.
At about the same time that he started to rise, he heard Cass. He looked over and saw Cass place a bag on the table then walk swiftly over to Dean. He helped Dean to stand up then waited. Dean tested his legs before letting go of Cass and slowly making his way toward the bathroom.
"Dean," Cass called out curiously.
Dean waved a dismissing hand then turned to lean against the bathroom door frame to tell him. "I'm good, Cass. Just really tired and sore but I'm good. I was wondering, though, why you, uh . . ." Dean trailed off as he felt heat flow to his face.
Castiel actually caught on this time and answered calmly, "I did not think that you wanted it getting all over you and the bed while you conversed with your brother."
Dean thought for a moment then nodded gratefully. "Good thinking. I'll be out in a bit." Dean closed the door and quickly cleaned up for the second time today. Or, at least, he hoped it was still today, even though he sincerely doubted it.
He came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist again and felt a tremendous amount of relief that there were no new visitors and that Cass was still there. Cass stood by the window, looking out through the thin white curtain. The heavier ones were pulled back out of the way.
Dean quickly got dressed, ignoring the soreness all over his body, especially in a certain part of his body's lower region. He moved over to the table and decided that eating standing up would be preferable to sitting down at the moment. He knew that he should be freaking out about the gay sex thing but honestly he was a lot more worried about Cass.
He smelled the burger and fries inside then his stomach tried to eat its way out of his body to get at the food. He knew he seriously needed food so he grabbed his burger out of the bag and bit into it ravenously. His eyes rolled back as he let out a loud pleasured moan. He couldn't remember when a burger had ever tasted so good.
Castiel turned when he heard Dean eating but didn't move from his spot. At Dean's pleasured moan, Castiel's eyes blazed with heat at the memories it stirred. He wished he had more time but he knew they both had to get on with what they had to do.
Dean's chewing slowed when he opened his eyes and they clashed with Cass's heated ones. He swallowed thickly, staring at the angel before him. He knew that look, having seen it a lot over the last several hours. He drank some of his coke to wash down the rest and asked regretfully, "How much time?"
Castiel glanced down a moment before he met Dean's eyes again. He intoned solemnly, "A little under an hour now. Enough time to get you to Sam at Bobby's." A memory flashed in Dean's mind, making him pause in his next bite. Castiel cocked his head curiously and wondered, "What is it, Dean?"
Dean swallowed thickly and asked hesitantly, "Is Bobby with him? I mean, is Bobby, you know, . . . okay?"
Castiel frowned heavily but answered slowly, "As far as I know he is well. Why?"
"Oh, uh, nothing," Dean dismissed distractedly then segued. "So what's the plan?"
"After you are done eating and drinking, I will send you back to them then I will . . ." Castiel trailed off vaguely.
"Right." Dean nodded and lowered his head a moment then met Castiel's eyes again and begged softly, "Promise me that you will let me know what . . . you know. Even if that dick, Gabriel, has to be the one to tell me."
Castiel promised honestly, "I will do my best, Dean."
Dean nodded again then focused on finishing his meal quickly. He always hated long goodbyes. He couldn't take the emotion involved here a lot less than most. He downed his coke and two bottles of water then found Castiel standing right next to him.
"Are you ready?" Castiel asked softly.
"Um, yeah," Dean confirmed hesitantly.
"Do you want me to heal you?"
"What?" Dean asked distractedly then flushed with embarrassment and some heat. "No," Dean answered thickly. "No, I'm good."
"Dean, I can tell you are sore," Castiel argued guiltily.
Dean flushed even more and knew he was probably bright red at this point. He still shook his head and countered, "Yeah, well, I'm still good." Castiel studied him doubtfully. "Really. I am good," Dean reinforced firmly.
"You want to feel this?" Castiel clarified slowly, trying to ignore the warmth growing within him at the thought that Dean wanted to keep this uncomfortable physical reminder.
"Cass," Dean warned but under the weight of Cass's unbending stare, he relented. "Yeah, actually, I do," Dean admitted reluctantly, just because he felt like a girl saying it aloud and he always hated talking about his feelings with anyone.
Castiel's face lit up with pleasure and heat before he nodded and let the subject drop. Castiel gave Dean his cell phone and they both made sure all of their belongings were taken care of. Finally, he looked at Dean and informed with his normal monotone, "I will 'zap' you over there. Goodbye, Dean."
Dean shook his head and knocked Castiel's outstretched hand out of his way. He moved in close with his angel, because Cass was his angel now. They had spent a lot of time the past few days making sure of that.
He taunted lightly, "You really suck at goodbyes, dude. You know that? But, first, according to everyone else, this . . .," Dean motioned to the hotel room before continuing, "never happened, especially as far as our brothers are concern. It stays between us two. Clear?" Castiel nodded solemnly. "Second, this is how you tell your latest fling goodbye."
He grabbed Castiel by the neck and pulled him in for a long, deep sensual kiss that defiantly turned both of them back on. He finally pulled away several long moments later. He instructed Cass hoarsely, "That's how you say goodbye after what we did the past day."
Yeah, Dean was totally chick-flicking out. He actually felt like he might be growing female parts. It wasn't that he didn't feel this stuff. It was that he didn't want to acknowledge it, much less admit it aloud. But Cass was different. He didn't have the human experience so he had to be told all this. Honestly, part of Dean got a huge kick out of teaching the angel, and it made Dean feel extra special to be able to do it. Mostly, though, this could be Cass's last day and Dean's last chance to do this. The vision of Cass's watery grave was more than enough to break Dean's barrier on this.
"Five days, fifteen hours, forty minutes and twenty seconds," Castiel corrected.
Dean smirked and countered adamantly, "Whatever. My point is that the last part was all us, not that other demon crap."
"As you wish," Castiel intoned solemnly.
"That's it. No more unsupervised TV for you, especially if you are going to insist on sounding this gay," Dean growled irritably. Castiel smirked and pressed two fingers to Dean's forehead.
Dean blinked and saw he was standing outside of Bobby's house in the early morning hours. Only the darkness spread like wildfire. Inky blackness replaced the soft glow of dawn. Day became night which darkened the old, chipped off white pain of Bobby's home. Shadows consumed the entire second floor and parts of the first floor. Dean could see burned remains of books and papers fluttering softly in the wind as black ooze filled his mind.
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