Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.
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.
Chapter 25 – The Suspicion
A vicious snarl sounded and Gabriel barely stopped Castiel from ripping Crowley into little pieces. Gabriel hissed in a very soft whisper into his livid brother's ear, "Not yet. We need answers that he may have. Keep it together, brother."
Castiel growled menacingly and shot Gabriel a look which caused Gabriel to flinch in acknowledgement at the emotions involved. After all, Dean was no longer just Castiel's charge. Dean was now his mate and Castiel felt his absence deeply.
"Drama, much?" Lucifer snarked as he rolled his eyes at his siblings' theatrics.
Michael on the other hand narrowed his eyes and questioned solemnly but with underlying menace, "Something you need to tell us, Castiel? You wouldn't have . . . say, bonded to a certain vessel of mine, now would you? Because I would have to say that I would find that very offensive, not to mention, creepy in ways that defy words."
Crowley's eyes rebounded between the two as Castiel snapped out of it and stood stiffly erect. Gabriel answered glibly for his younger brother, "Oh, come on, Mikey. You know very well that they bonded when Castiel rescued him from Hell. They had to in order to repair the damage done. You know that because you're the one who allowed it to happen. If you didn't want them to bond, you should have gone yourself."
"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it," Michael retorted hotly, ignoring the truth of his younger brother's words.
"Oh, enough of this," Lucifer exploded irritably. "We all know that angels only top, especially grunt soldiers, and I seriously doubt HeMan, so-called Master of his Universe, is secure enough to bottom. Now, can we please return to the subject at hand? Was that the demon?" Bobby was severely shocked and disturbed by the amount of gratitude he had for Lucifer in that moment.
Crowley arched his eyebrows and evaded defensively, "I haven't the foggiest."
"What do you mean . . .?" Sam started to prodded.
Crowley glared at him and demanded hotly, "What part of I. Don't. Know. escapes your reasoning? Imbecile!" Sam glared angrily at the demon while his face flushed with the heat of his ire.
"That's it," Castiel dismissed with impatience. "You tell me what you know of this, all this, including what just happened to Dean, or we are going to tour your torture chamber. What was it you called it? Our first date," Castiel finished promised menace.
"Oh! Bam! I was right! It was Crowley." Lucifer rejoiced excitedly tangent to the conversation at hand then added with a disgusted grimace, "We'll save the prize until later, though. I really don't feel like being touched right now in light of this development."
"Oh, wow, Luci. Once again, TMI," Gabriel observed with a decidedly disgustingly green tint.
"Our first date? Possibly, but then you learned a lot more after that, from the pizza man, according to Meg," Crowley taunted without concern.
"Ha!" Michael exclaimed eagerly, desperately looking for a way out of paying Lucifer for that bet. "Told you it wasn't Crowley."
"Enough," Bobby snapped impatiently. "Where is he, Crowley, before I send out a bounty for your bones?"
"No need," Sam argued emotionlessly. "I have Ruby's knife. We don't need his bones." Sam stared at Crowley like he was slowly dissecting a bug just to maximize its pain.
"See," Crowley pointed out with reasonable satisfaction. "That. That right there is the reason. All of you creatures are way too ready to do questionable, painful things to my person so, yes, I set up plan B because I knew, sooner or later, you would want to question me."
"Where is he?" Castiel demanded with unreasonable ire while he forced Gabriel back so that he could step closer to the much hated demon.
"I don't know!" Crowley denied in an impatient, but manly screech.
"But you just said . . .," Michael started, only to be cut off abruptly.
"I set it up the general gist, not the details, okay!" Crowley argued hotly while everyone's glared told him to hurry his explanation. "I told my underling to capture the smug smart ass for insurance purposes only, if I was summoned by you. Once I got here, I sent them a message. I will send him . . ."
A nicely dressed, trim African American appeared in the study in front of Bobby's desk but right outside of the devil's trap. He staggered slightly with pain then fell to his knees and coughed up some blood. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve before glancing up at his superior.
"Oh, bugger me," Crowley cursed irritably. "What the hell happened now?"
The demon shook his head in confusion and stared with wide open, shocked eyes. He stammered unsteadily, "I . . . I don't . . . I grabbed him like you ordered but then . . . then . . . it burned so much . . . it . . ." He glanced at the angels surrounding him, flinching all of them while their grace automatically bombarding his evil essence.
He swallowed hard and hissed with soft reluctance, "It felt like them, one of them."
Crowley arched his eyebrows and clarified with amazement, "One of them kidnapped him from your kidnapping?"
"Yes," the other demon hissed angrily then shimmered away.
"Hey!" Crowley objected seriously. "I didn't dismiss you. I swear, demons these days. No respect whatsoever. It's like they don't even know the meaning of the word, no matter how many times I carve it into their bodies."
"You're telling me," Lucifer griped irately, totally on board with the water cooler bitch session. "He didn't even acknowledge my presence. That's gratitude for you. Stupid Entitled Generation. They're worse than the X and Y generations and were they bad. I mistakenly thought it couldn't get any worse. Man, don't even get me started."
"Too late," Gabriel snarked under his breath.
"Right," Crowley agreed adamantly with his boss, Lucifer.
Castiel growled lower and longer, causing Gabriel to focus on his brother. Concern in Gabriel's eyes told Castiel that he was close to losing it. He had to keep it together to find Dean. Then he was going to chain the stupid, trouble magnet so firmly to him that he would never have to go through this again.
"So which one of you dicks took him this time?" Sam snapped irately, seriously losing patience with the whole situation. He was so going to lock his brother in the panic room when he got Dean back. He'd make sure that neither angels nor demons could penetrate it. That way, he would have to go through these stupid whirlwind emotions all the time.
All the angels stared at one another for a brief second before Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the irate Winchester and pointed out seriously with underlying menace, "We've been here the entire time, Samuel. So what exactly are you accusing us of?"
"Balthazar," Gabriel acknowledged softly, resulting in all eyes focusing on him.
"You never did find him, did you?" Sam concluded with dread.
"No," Gabriel admitted reluctantly, not really wanting to believe that of one of his brothers would do such a thing, especially a brother who knew exactly what it would do to Castiel.
"No. He wouldn't have," Castiel denied hesitantly. "He knows . . ."
"Yeah, he does," Gabriel agreed firmly. "And you know how he . . ."
"Knows what?" Sam wondered uneasily.
"Yeah, knows what?" Lucifer questioned with all the enthusiasm of the local gossip.
Crowley smiled evilly and started wickedly, "Oh, all the things that he could know, especially about Mr. Macho. After all, wasn't Balty the one who 'found' your cell phone a while back, right, Castiel?" Castiel narrowed his eyes in remembrance and warning.
Gabriel frowned heavily and wondered, "What the hell does his phone have to do. . ."
"Well, it is a picture . . ." Crowley eagerly answered, only to trail off at the sudden appearance of Castiel in his personal space bubble.
In the background, they both heard Gabriel hit his forehead with his palm and mutter under his breath, "Of all the stupid, freakin' . . ."
Castiel gripped Crowley's sports jacket tightly and pulled the demon in so that they were face to face with barely a millimeter of free space between them. Castiel promised menacingly in a voice barely above a whisper, "One. More. Word. About that and I. Will. Annihilate. You. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," Crowley answered easily, knowing when to stop pushing an especially emotional disturbed angel.
Castiel's cell phone rang out in the sudden silence that followed. Apparently, everyone could tell how close Castiel was to complete exploding. Castiel quickly took out his phone and answered it hopefully, "Dean?"
"What the hell, Cass?" Dean exclaimed in extreme frustration. "What the fuck just happened?"
"Where are you?" Castiel questioned quickly while he walked over to Gabriel. He stared intently at his brother, relaying his wishes through his stare. Gabriel nodded in understanding and acceptance.
"Apparently, a hotel room . . . looks vaguely familiar." Dean trailed off as he searched through the drawers for hotel stationary. He found it and recited quickly, "Seattle, Washington. The Lodge. Room 112."
"How did you get there?"
"How the hell should I know? I just . . .," Dean trailed off again as he stared at Castiel who now stood directly in front of him. He slowly closed and turned off his phone as he swallowed thickly then finished dazedly, "just woke up here."
The fact that Castiel was standing directly in front of him without anyone else around undermined his rational thought processes. All his brain seemed willing to acknowledge was the fact that his mate was present and available for him. He dropped his phone and slammed Castiel into the wall behind him. His lips swooped down to capture Castiel's in a consuming, arousing kiss, designed to melt any and all resistance. He latched onto Castiel's lips and tried to drink in his angel's essence.
Castiel was bombarded with intense desire as his mate drank from him like he was starved. He moaned helplessly in desire while he tried to figure out why he couldn't let this happened. Unfortunately, his mate's tongue swept through his mouth with a thoroughness that shorted out his brain cells. All Castiel could do was respond enthusiastically which he easily did.
Dean moaned in response to his mate's moan and wrapped his hands into Castiel's silky black hair. He gently tugged Castiel's head to the side so that he could feast on that expanse of skin. His lips traveled across Castiel's cheek and on down to Castiel's neck. He kissed and sucked his way down to where Castiel's neck met his shoulders. He bit down slightly, causing Castiel to jump slightly then wither as he sucked the sting away.
Castiel grabbed Dean around the waist and ground their hips together, resulting in more pleasured moans. He heard Dean's panted request, "Clothes, Cass." Castiel mojo'd their clothes away and felt Dean move down to one of his nipples. Castiel's head fell back against the wall while his mate drove him crazy with his kittenish licks, sucks and soft bites. He closed his eyes to summon all the self-control he had.
Dean whimpered slightly at the overwhelming desire coursing through him. He so needed to be bonded to his mate. He needed Castiel, Castiel's grace, any part of Castiel that he could get. He sunk to his knees on his downward trek of his angel's human body.
Suddenly he was eye level with Castiel's very hard erection. His eyes almost closed at the gorgeous sight before him but he was so hungry. Without another thought, he swallowed down the pleasure-filled pulsing organ. His pleasured moan ended with a needy whimper while he concentrated slowly on sucking all that he could out of Castiel.
Castiel's eyes flew open at the intensely warm, moist sensation surrounding his pulsing hard organ and he quickly stared down at the half-closed eyes of his mate. His eyes quickly took in the flush, pleasured face but centered on those very full, lush lips stretched amazingly tight over his engorged cock. His blood flowed hotter and his breathing sped up at the sight and sensations.
Dean whimpered again at the constant driving need to really taste his mate. His hands moved from holding Castiel's hips down to caress down the outside of his thighs then slowly moved to ghost over the sensitive inside, stimulating the already over-stimulated angel. Dean's hands reached where Castiel's legs met at the angel's groin while the angel groaned desperately in response. Dean could tell Castiel was close. Dean used one hand to caress Castiel's soft sack, rolling it and massaging it in the one hand, while the other gripped Castiel's cock tightly and pumped it.
"Oh, crap. Dean!" Castiel exclaimed in ecstasy while he gripped Dean's head and thrusted deep inside his mate's perfect mouth then erupted. He shot his cum down his mate's throat and his eyes rolled in response to the feel of his mate swallowing all he could around Castiel's thick hard cock. "Damn, Dean," Castiel praised around his pants for oxygen that he didn't need.
Dean swallowed all that came out of Castiel, mewling in pleasure at the treasured reward. A really warm, comforting sensation originated from deep within him and grew exponentially. He basked in the glow while he gently licked and sucked Castiel clean, unconsciously thanking the graciously cooperating organ for giving him what he'd needed so desperately.
His eyes closed in blissful response. He felt Castiel pull him up and gently press him against the wall. Castiel latched on to his parted lips and kissed his mate deeply, tasting Dean's essence mixed with his own.
"Damn it, Dean," Castiel cursed softly. "You are way too good at that." Castiel kissed him deeply again while Dean responded easily but was obviously blissed out after his well-deserved treat. Castiel pulled back and had to check. He glanced down and saw that Dean was still erect but apparently not very urgent.
Castiel sighed heavily and suggested reluctantly, "I guess we should head back."
That snapped Dean out of it slightly and he argued groggily while pulling Castiel in closer, "No. Have to have you, Cass. Don't know when . . ."
Castiel leaned in and kissed him deeply for a long time. Their tongues warred and meshed lazily, still drinking in each other. Castiel pulled back to let Dean breath while Castiel took his turn at marking Dean's neck and shoulders, below his shirt line.
"You've already had me, Dean," Castiel reminded him with a slightly delicious shudder. "You sucked me so hard and perfectly then swallowed all of me down like you were dying without it. Shit, Dean. I'm already hard remembering it."
Dean whimpered slightly in remembrance as well then admitted reluctantly, "Needed it. Needed it so bad. Need you. Still need you. Inside. Deep inside. Please, Cass. Need to be fucked by you."
"Dean," Castiel sighed with unadulterated pleasure. "Damn it, you have no idea what you do to me when you are so completely needy." Castiel unconsciously tugged on Dean's hair, resulting in an unrestrained, needy mewl. He latched onto Dean's neck while he gripped Dean's hips and flew them to the bed.
Dean's back slammed into the bed forcefully but he didn't care as he reached out and gripped Castiel's wings gently. He felt Castiel jump slightly in surprise and leaned up to kiss his mate before requesting with a needy whimper, "Want to feel them too, Cass. Please. Want to feel everything."
Castiel rolled his eyes in an attempt to keep from rushing through this. His mate made him so completely horny that it was a trial to not just take his mate immediately. Then Dean did it to him again.
Dean spread his legs eagerly for his mate and moved his hips up invitingly while he whispered into Castiel ear, "Now. Cass. Want you now."
"Dean," Castiel started to protest, knowing that Dean, being human, couldn't compensate for the pain of being stretched suddenly and it had been weeks since they were last together. He captured Dean's lips in a desperate kiss while he pressed down and up with his hips, grinding their erections together. They swallowed each other's pleasured moans while Dean stoked and caressed Castiel's oil rich feathers. Castiel shuddered with pleasure while his wings ghosted over Dean's skin all over and Castiel's oil slick finger prodded at Dean's once again tight entrance.
Dean finally had to break the all-consuming kiss to gasp for air. He felt Castiel trail his lips down Dean's neck which he arched to allow Castiel even more access. His legs automatically spread even wider at the first touch against his sensitive entrance. As slick finger coated the outer ring of his entrance, Dean moved his hips up and felt the finger slid inside easily.
Dean mewled at the pleasured pulses throbbing through him at just the finger stretching him. He clenched around the finger and tried to pull it while he tugged lightly Castiel's wing feathers then soothed by ghosting a light hand over them. He arched his neck up and pulled lightly then managed to get a wing bone in his mouth to suck on.
"Dean!" Castiel exclaimed in ecstasy while he shoved two fingers into Dean's tight channel. He groaned in pain at the intensity of desire riding him while Dean sucked on his overly sensitive wing. Then Dean lightly scrapped his teeth on that sensitive bone and it was over. Castiel couldn't hold back anymore.
Dean sensed the animalistic change in Castiel and welcomed it as he felt his ass being lifted and shifted in position. He barely felt the blunt tip of Castiel large erection before it speared him up the middle, leaving a sharp burn in its wake. The burn and slight pain only intensified his need as he gripped Castiel's ass and pressed down as hard as he could.
"Oh, fuck, Cass," He mewled with pleasure, even though his tight slick channel pulsed and clenched at the abrupt invasion. His channel spasmed with delight, adding to that overly full feeling. He felt his own erection about to explode. He tried to hold it back but Castiel was already too far gone and clamped his hand down over Dean's scar. He leaned over and growled when he bit into Dean's neck over the same spot as last time but in reverse.
"Cass!" Dean exclaimed in a loud pleasured scream while his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his needy cock erupted with cum shooting out as far as their chests. It added to the slide of the sweaty, oiled bodies. Dean arched in response to his white hot orgasm and their bond being opened again. Involuntarily Dean rambled and cursed at the intensity of the brilliant ecstasy until he passed out in exhaustion.
Castiel came hard inside his human at the opening of their mating bond while he heard Dean's rambled words of praise and exhilaration. He felt his knot form inside Dean while his human passed out from the pleasure. He smiled slightly and allowed his grace to touch Dean's soul. He sighed in unimagined relief as he felt the rightness of being together this way. He let his body relax slightly and enjoyed the closeness.
He was unaware of when he had drifted off but soon found himself in a very strange dream. He frowned in confusion as he watched Dean progress through the dream like this wasn't the first time he'd dreamed it. He started to say something when he sensed it. In shock, he yanked back his grace as quickly as he could.
Dean startled awake in shock at the sudden change in feelings. It had hurt something deep inside him which caused him to automatically regulate his breathing. He quickly found Castiel staring down at him in surprise and wondered hoarsely, "What . . . what the hell just happened?"
Castiel stared at him in confusion and countered curiously, "What do you think just happened?"
"Well," Dean started uncertainly. "We were enjoying each other then suddenly you left me. It kinda hurt, like physically, or something. Why did you yank away like that?"
Castiel continued to stare at him for a long moment then finally spoke hesitantly, "I broke the link because it felt like something was sucking my grace away." He paused thoughtfully, taking in Dean's shocked expression, but before Dean could say anything, he dismissed easily, "I know it wasn't you, Dean, but . . ."
Castiel trailed off then winced and sighed reluctantly as he finally admitted, "I think we need to get back and at least talk to Gabriel. There is definitely something going on with you, Dean, and we need to find out what."
"Wait a minute," Dean argued with an almost hurt voice. "You think I'm stealing your grace."
Castiel shook his head and denied adamantly, "Not you." He shifted over his mate and moved his hand to rest it against Dean's slightly rounded abs. He stared meaningfully at Dean while Dean swallowed thickly, not wanting to hear anymore at that point.
He was about to suggest that they needed to get dressed when something moved against Castiel's hand. Castiel's eyes flared wide and quickly caught Dean's. Dean flushed in embarrassment even though he wasn't sure what he was embarrassed about, except the fact that he'd been hiding that from, well, everyone. Castiel stared hard at Dean who gnawed his bottom lip slightly before prompting uneasily, "Clothes, Cass. We'll need our clothes."
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and let me know what you think. I have no idea what's going to happen next. Let me know if you do.