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.
Overall 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 gratuitous sex, only swearing and adult subject matter, although there is this shower scene involving only Dean and another item previously mentioned, thanks to a suggestion from Lokigodric (I'm not sure this will happen again but it really worked in this scene). Feel free to skip ahead if you aren't interested in very nude, wet Dean having fun in the shower.
Chapter 7 – The In-law
Electricity shot painfully through his shoulder and raced through his body, causing him to jerk up with a shout of outrage. He panted through the now receding pain with wide eyes as he searched out his attacker. He immediately spotted the irritant.
"Gabriel," he growled irately through clenched teeth. "What the fuck!"
"It's about damn time!" Sam exclaimed with enormous relief from the other side of the bed from Gabriel.
Dean's eyes swung around and he grimaced slightly when his head felt like it was going to explode. He spotted Sam's worried gaze then Bobby's at the foot of the bed. He leaned back on his elbows and was surprised to feel them shake slightly under the strain of his weight. To cover it up, he wondered casually, "So what's going on? Should I sell tickets or something?"
"Nah, that only works when . . .," Gabriel started tauntingly.
Dean cut him off abruptly and demanded irately, knowing he was so out of it that he'd given the Trickster the perfect opening to insult him, "What the hell are you doing here, short bus?"
"Waking your lazy Cro-Magnon ass up," Gabriel snarked cockily.
"What? Why? Was a couple hours without my awesome personality really too much for you guys? Get life already and let me sleep," Dean grumbled wearily as he fell back on the bed to rest his exhausted body.
"Couple of hours?" Sam exploded with disbelief. "Try three days, dude."
"Wha- What?" Dean sputtered with surprise. "No way, man. It's only been a couple of hours, tops."
Bobby shook his head and verified solemnly, "It's been over three days, Dean. We were worried that you weren't waking back up. We called Gabriel because we couldn't get you to respond at all."
"Crap!" Dean cursed weakly. "Seriously? Sorry, guys. I don't know. Didn't feel that long to me. Guess I was more wiped than I thought."
Gabriel suggested sagely, "Why don't you guys go on downstairs? Deano here is going to need some good food ASAP, along with lots of water."
Bobby left immediately but Sam hesitated uncertainly then offered, "I'll get him cleaned up and ready."
Gabriel arched an eyebrow then mocked tauntingly with a hint of an edged undercurrent, "Well, well, well, so you two are homoerotically involved. Who knew? Wait. Oh, yeah, I did see that coming. Oh, yeah, as well as everyone else in the cosmos."
"What?" Dean exclaimed in protest. "Aw, hell, no!"
Sam hand palmed his head and griped with outrage, "Seriously?"
"Why else would you be jealous of me helping him? Whoa! Look at that. Bitchface #72. That dig must have been good," Gabriel drawled out proudly.
Dean scoffed lightly in amusement, unable to help himself, "Not that good, although he does generally reserve that one for me."
"Seriously? Well, then I feel even more like one of the family," Gabriel teased Dean meaningfully which caused Dean to wince and flush slightly. Sam just cocked his head slightly in question, wondering if he missed something.
Dean growled self-consciously and segued irritably, "I don't need anyone to hel-"
Gabriel cut him off abruptly with a very thinly veiled threat to Sam. "Either make your own way downstairs or I will zap you and my current level of irritation always messes up my aim. It would be a shame for you to wind up in Fallujah. I heard it's not a good time to vacation there but, hey, it happens."
"Sam, just go," Dean ordered tightly, not taking his eyes off of Gabriel for a second. "Go now. I'll be down in a minute." Sam sighed with resignation then nodded and left reluctantly.
Gabriel slammed door shut with a flick of the wrist after making sure that Sam wasn't just outside the room eaves dropping. Dean started to speak but Gabriel shut him up quickly. He leaned over then got up close and personal in Dean's face. He questioned Dean intently but in a very soft, steely voice, "What did you do, you moron? Besides, my little brother, that is."
"What-" Dean sputtered in confused dread of the current subject.
"I can still smell my brother on you. Like you reek of him. Why is that, Dean? Haven't you showered since?" Gabriel growled menacingly.
Dean jerked back in shock and started to deny but saw the certainty in Gabriel's eyes. He sighed heavily then flinched slightly in remembrance of something that he did, in fact, consciously do. He so wasn't going to tell anybody about that. Ever. He denied thickly, "I showered."
"Really?" Gabriel prodded doubtfully. "Then why is that I can still smell Castiel so strongly? Did you use soap? Wash thoroughly?"
"Of course, I used soap," Dean bit out angrily. "What's with the freakin' third degree, asshat?"
"If I can smell him, other creatures will as well. You will be even a bigger target than usual, dumbass, and with your Winchester luck . . . not a good combination," Gabriel explained impatiently. "And if you did wash thoroughly, with soap, how come . . ." Gabriel trailed off as a sudden inspiration hit him. "Oh, no way," he denied unbelievably with an enormous smirk on his face.
Dean groaned low in his throat but couldn't stop the knowledge now that it was out.
"You caught!" Gabriel exclaimed with highly amused disbelief. "The Dean freakin' Winchester, every man's man actually . . ."
"Shut the hell up!" Dean snarled menacingly.
"Man, Cassie must be good," Gabriel continued, ignoring the beet red faced man in front of him. "Considering he was a virgin, wow. Just wow!"
"Butt the hell out of my business, jackass," Dean warned menacingly. He sat up quickly then felt the world spin out of control so he fell back with another painful groan. His stomach rebelled at the sudden movement and he fought to keep his bile down. Gabriel's taunting wasn't helping a damn thing.
Gabriel laughed aloud, causing Dean to grab his head and whimper unconsciously. "Yeah, not such a smart move when you are so nutrient weak. And it is my business since it concerns one of my little brothers." Gabriel shook his head in disgust over the entire predicament. "Just go shower. Clean everywhere, and I do mean, everywhere. Inside and out. Be. Thorough. Got it?"
Dean winced self-consciously but nodded once which seemed to satisfy Gabriel because the next thing he knew he was poofed into Bobby's shower, completely naked, he realized with some shock. Hot water beat down on him which was another shock but quickly became very pleasurable. He sighed and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the wall that contained the knobs. He bowed his head and let the hot water soothe his bed sore muscles.
As the water became cooler, he turned his attention to actually washing everything thoroughly. He wished Gabriel didn't know so much about his and Cass's thing but apparently the damn Trickster did, which only irritated Dean even more. He really hoped he could figure out a way to make the angel forget it all, especially the last part that Gabriel had guessed very accurately.
Little did he realize at that moment, that the said angel had completely searched the bed Dean had just slept in and wondered now if he had pegged the elder Winchester wrongly. The physical evidence he expected to find left over in the bed was conspicuously absent. He frowned heavily when the only reasonable explanation was that he, Gabriel, had made a mistake, a wrong assumption
Dean grabbed the soap and worked it into lather then quickly washed and rinsed his hair. He ran the soap over his torso, feeling his nipples deliver sharp pleasurable shocks at the contact. He paused at them and gently rubbed them which caused more delicious sensations. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at his body's sensitivity.
A smirk grew on his face as he closed his eyes and turned so that his back was to the shower. He let a soapy hand wander down over his taut abs then further down over the crisp short hairs of his groin. His soapy hand encountered his very hard erection and he groaned softly in pleasure.
Part of him wished that Cass was there with him then he wondered if that was what had actually gotten him so aroused. After all, Gabriel's prodding had brought back some pretty stimulating memories of the last time he was with his angel. That thought reminded him of what he was here to do.
Allowing his soapy hand to coat and massage his rock hard cock, he rinsed his other hand and reached behind him. He slowly moved his clean hand down to his rear end and he leaned over a little bit while his soapy hand glided up and down on his cock, slowly jacking himself off. His clean hand pressed in between his wet ass cheeks and he found the item he was searching for. He gripped it and, ignoring his first idea to just yank and get it over with, he slowly pulled on the ring of the plug he had left in him from the last meeting.
He had to apply more force than he thought he would have to for it to budge even a little. He felt his ass muscles pucker in reaction at the sudden sting resulting as the plug becoming unstuck from his skin. Pleasure from the down stroke on his cock combined with the clench of his ass around the plug caused a low moan to escape as Dean's head fell back in delighted surprise and an image of his angel thrusting into Dean combined perfectly with everything else going on within Dean's body.
Suddenly, he didn't want to just remove the plug, even though he knew he needed to. Instead, he pulled the plug out until it reached his outer ring of muscles then shoved it back into his loosened channel while stoking his even harder cock. He couldn't stop the thrust of his hips in reaction if his life depended on it. His eyes rolled up in his head as the pleasured waves washed over him and he knew he couldn't stop now.
Before he knew it, he came hard over his hand with Cass's butt plug shoved all the way up his ass. He barely kept his exclaim of ecstasy too low to be heard over the shower. Unfortunately, in his weakened condition, his knees buckled. He leaned back quickly to compensate so that he slid down the wall to land on his ass in the tub part.
He flinched and his hips shuddered forward before shuddering in response to the plug being shove deep enough to ram over Dean's already abused prostrate. He cupped his hands over his spurting cock to protect its sensitive head from the pounding water. His ass clenched again in pleasure around Cass's toy while he leaned his head back to bliss out for a moment.
Once his breathing returned to normal, he noticed the frigid temperature of the water and remembered what he had come in here to do originally. He leaned over slightly, raising one knee and leaning it over to protect his cock. He reached behind him again and pulled out his plug and stared at it a moment before cleaning it off.
He wondered what the hell was happening to him because he so wasn't gay. He had been a definite 'ass' virgin until Cass so why was he now using a butt plug to jack himself off? Yeah, it had been amazing. Hell, it had been much better than awesome, mind-numbing . . . okay, fine. The only thing that had felt better than this was Cass buried deep inside him.
He shook his head over this train of thought and once again said a prayer for Cass. While he was praying, he focuses on cleaning himself up. He could still feel stuff leaking out of him so he soaped up a couple of fingers.
Once again, he reached behind him and found his very sore entrance. He gently pushed a finger inside. The soap stung a little bit but everything still felt loose so he added another finger, wondering how long his ass would be this loose. The second finger didn't sting anymore, plus it didn't feel too tight against either finger. Dean slowly spread his entrance apart, feeling liquid leak out more easily.
Dean wiggled and squirmed as he alternately held his ass open and curled his fingers to scoop Cass's scent out of him. Remembering how they had lain together for over thirty minutes at a time while Cass continued to come gave Dean the idea that he might have to help gravity. And, of course, all of these sensation and memories had Dean already sporting a half hard cock.
He glanced at the plug again and realized there really was only one way to get really cleaned, with soap, all the way up inside him. He continued to alternate with his fingers for another couple of minutes while his other hand soaped up the plug. Then he moved the plug back to his entrance and spent another ten pleasure-filled minutes cleaning himself, inside and out.
By the time he cut off the ice cold water, he'd cleaned himself completely and, if he was a bit more thorough than normal, especially in certain places that reminded him of his best friend. Well, it's not like he hadn't jacked off in the shower before. Of course, he'd never used a plug to do this before but then he never knew how good one could feel.
Oh, hell, there he was thinking about gay sex again. After all, look had what he'd just done. If that wasn't gay, he didn't know what was. His rational mind, especially his inner psyche, totally rebelled at this. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't rebelling over what happened with Cass. This, what had just happened, what he had just done to himself, that's what had him almost freaking out.
Part of the reason was for that was the fact that it had felt much better than ever jacking off before, probably because of some leftover infection stuff. Memories of Cass and their time together might also have something to do with that, too. One thing that he was very sure of was that it didn't have anything to do with the fact that he had been cleaning his ass out while he was jacking himself off. He so didn't need gay sex now any more than he had previously. Right? Well, that was his story and he was sticking to it.
Stupid Cass and his stupid plug.
He found clean clothes on the bathroom counter and started to dressed swiftly, trying to ignore how extremely shaky his legs were now. He did feel really weak and out of sorts. He brushed his teeth and turned to open the bathroom door when suddenly he was in the kitchen and Gabriel pushed him into a chair at the table. At that point he was really glad he had taken care of that extra item before he was teleported. At least now, Bobby and Sam wouldn't happen on to it and have disturbing questions.
He leaned back with a grimace when Gabriel once again invaded his personal space. As much grief as he'd given Cass about that tendency, he'd much rather have Castiel do it to him than anyone else. Gabriel just reminded him how much he felt that way as he watched the angel sniff him. Finally, Gabriel nodded approvingly and Dean let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding.
"Here he is, the guest of honor," Gabriel leaned back and announced with dramatic relish.
"Well, he looks a little better," Bobby observed drily from the other side of the table where the hunter-mechanic was eating. "Dig in, boy."
Dean surveyed the steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, salad (for Sam, of course) and some other sides. He quickly filled his plate with steak, potatoes and gravy. He saw his brother eating as well. Gabriel was also eating with them.
Once Dean had finished one serving and was working on his seconds, he asked casually, "So, what's news from above?"
Gabriel flicked his eyes over to Dean and answered honestly, "Not much. At least, not much as far as you're concerned." Dean stared very hard. Gabriel sighed heavily, "He's doing penance, attrition, if you will."
"Attrition?" Dean prodded insistently.
Gabriel shrugged nonchalantly and elaborated, "He is righting some of his wrongs. Bring back some people back that he'd previously dispatched."
"Like Raphael?" Dean snarled.
"No," Gabriel snapped irritably. "Like Balthazar, Rachel and several other brothers and sisters who just got in the way. Of course, they will probably get their pound of flesh in the process but . . . them's the breaks, right?"
"What?" Dean demanded sharply.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and ordered, "Calm down, Chuckles. They won't hurt him permanently. Probably." Dean clinched his silverware tightly and Gabriel sighed heavily. "Look, it's a process. The committee is out on a final verdict but he does have to make amends. At least, as much as he can."
Dean glared and growled out knowingly, "What? You don't think he feels bad enough about everything. Do you even know him?"
"Yeah, I do," Gabriel snapped back. "Which means I know that he would be doing this anyway, regardless if he was told or not. Just like he insisted on fixing your brother."
Gabriel glanced at Bobby and told him, "They are still debating about your doctor friend just because she wasn't supposed to be here anyway but they haven't forgotten about it." Bobby only nodded briefly then kept his head down as he continued to eat.
Dean watched the exchange then stabbed his food and focused on eating again.
"He has a good point, Dean," Sam pointed out emotionlessly. "Cass did a lot to us, and others. How can you just let it all go because he went to save you?"
Gabriel frowned slightly and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, he broke down the wall Death set up," Sam explained.
"No, not that. I know what all Cass did. I meant the part of saving Chucklehead over here," Gabriel elaborated.
"I was part of the trap to get the souls from him," Dean recited briskly in a very low tone. Gabriel arched his eyebrows in surprise then narrowed his eyes. Dean rolled his eyes briefly then demanded irritably, totally out of patience with the archangel, "What?"
"Who told you that?"
"Cass," Dean answered curiously. "Why?"
Gabriel thought for a long moment before he told them, "You weren't part of the plan as far as I knew. Crowley was supposed to call Cass since they had a deal going and he knew that Cass would respond. I only showed up when Crowley called me and Cass was . . . oh." Gabriel face palmed his forehead.
"You never asked how Cass was going to be detained for the ceremony, did you?" Dean surmised knowingly.
Gabriel sighed reluctantly, "No, although to be fair, I had just been resurrected and wasn't totally sure what was really going on anyway." Gabriel glanced up at the ceiling then back at Dean.
"You are being called," Dean once again concluded correctly.
Gabriel smirked, "I'm very much in demand. Everybody wants me."
"Not me," Dean countered gruffly.
"I should hope not," Gabriel returned in a highly offended voice. "That would cause all kinds of problems and therapy bills. Catch you later, big boy. Be good and there will be lasagna tonight."
Dean's face lit up at that fact but he couldn't help asking, "And pie?"
Gabriel stood with a smirk and added, "Only if you stay away from the alcohol." Dean gave him a 'WTF' expression then shrugged and nodded. It was a small sacrifice to pay for pie. Gabriel winked then snapped out of sight.
Dean shook his head once then went back to finishing his plate. He only got a bite in when Sam snapped again.
"You never answered my question, Dean."
Dean eyed Sam briefly before evading, "What question?"
Sam glared menacingly before playing along. "How can you forgive him so easily?" Bobby glanced up at this to keep a watchful eye on the potentially explosive conversation. "I mean, I know you and Cass have this 'profound bond' thing, whatever the hell that is, but he tortured and killed Bobby's friend then broke down my wall. How is that all gone now?"
Dean chewed slowly, trying to figure out what to say here. He swallowed and responded tightly, "Nothing is 'all gone'. I never said everything is all good. Nothing is good here, okay? Nothing's been forgotten. And I don't know crap about any 'bond'. All I do know is that he is my friend and was an important part of Team Free-will, if you will remember."
"I mean, the dude sacrificed everything for us. He full on rebelled, Sam. Gave up his family, fought his family, killed siblings, lost his grace and even his life. A couple of times plus. Did he royally screw up? Hell, yeah. But who here at this table can say that they haven't? That they haven't done something bad for the greater good, or what they thought was the greater good, even though others kept telling them it wasn't," Dean ended, staring meaningfully at Sam.
Dean took another bite and continued, "Hell, I don't even think I ever thanked him for half the shit he's helped us with, including the stuff when he was fight a civil war with his own family to save us, and this world a second time, only this time all alone."
"I'm not saying that he gets a free pass. I want to beat the crap out of him for some of it but I can't if his family . . . hell. If his Father . . ." Dean stumbled slightly and looked down at his half full plate. Bobby and Sam exchanged a confused, concerned look between them before looking back at Dean.
"Dean," Sam started with concern.
Dean slowly raised his head, swallowing tightly, fighting back the unshed tears. "He disobeyed, Sam. More than once. For us. Every time, for us," Dean hissed out thickly. "The penalty for that is . . ."
"Death," Sam finished sadly.
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