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.
You'd think I could get all my smut into one chapter but apparently not. Storyline continues next chapter. Hopefully some of you will enjoy this.
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Chapter 34 – The Other Pair
Gabriel heard Sam's foot slide forward slowly in automatic obedience to the creature. The archangel knew well enough what this could do to the boys' relationship and, even though he really didn't like Dean, most of the time, Sam was a different story. He would not have gone through all the Mystery Spot mess if he didn't care about Sam. And, maybe Dean, a teeny, tiny bit. In his little toe. Maybe . . . Probably . . . Nah.
As Sam moved within arm shot of Gabriel, he mentally screamed out in prayer as well, Please, Gabriel. I'll do anything.
Gabriel sighed heavily in response, knowing that he had to do something and that something was going to turn out to be a lot of things, to Sam. Probably. Sam's next step slid halfway only to be stopped abruptly when Gabriel grabbed his arm and swung him around. Gabriel yanked the much larger human down before him and Sam, completely caught off guard, landed on his knees in front of the archangel. Gabriel grabbed Sam's long, wavy locks and pulled Sam's head back. He growled low in his throat, putting on a show for the others, as he muttered low enough for only Sam to hear, "Yes, you will, Sasquatch. Unfortunately."
Gabriel crushed his lips on to Sam's open mouth. He slid his tongue inside to taste the gentle giant. He vaguely heard Dean's exclamation in the background but all his senses centered on the human before him and the urgent fire burning that he still felt deep inside him. He almost felt sorry for Sam but knew that this was better than what the demon skank would make Sam do with Dean.
Gabriel knew that he could probably fight off her influential hold and get away but he couldn't guarantee anybody else's safety. Plus, even if he got the humans away, they still would be infected with something that Gabriel didn't know how to cure. Yet. He knew that Castiel would take care of Dean, if they both got away, but Sam . . . Sammy . . . Yeah, sure, there were other possibilities there but still . . .
Sam moaned with pleasure and slid his tongue against Gabriel's in response. Gabriel stopped thinking at that point and deepened their kiss while he kept part of his attention on the room at large, convinced that he would still be needed soon. After all, he was the only archangel here that didn't have an ulterior motive and was actually fighting this creature's control. He knew that Lucifer and Michael weren't even going to try to fight this as long as it got them what they wanted the most, revenge against Dean and Castiel.
Sam distracted him in that moment by reaching up and wrapping his gorilla arms around him. Sam pulled him tighter into him and cocked his head to the side for more tongue penetration. Gabriel immediately returned the embrace with slightly more force but make sure not to crush the overgrown human in his current care. He never thought he'd ever be doing this with this particular human, or even that it would be this good, and it wasn't just the venom talking.
He felt Sam start to push at his clothes and quickly wished them away from both of them. Yeah, he knew it was moving fast but Sam couldn't really control what he was doing right now and it looked better for the others in the room. He briefly checked into his surroundings a little more, trying to ignore the pleasure coming from having Sam run his gigantic hands all over his vessel's smaller body. He heard Luci and Mike arguing over dibs on being Dean's first for the night and wondered when they were going to get a clue. Obviously, not anytime soon.
Sam moaned wantonly and rubbed their erections together distracting him slightly. It felt so good that Gabriel actually released a pleasured moan of his own. Then he felt Sam's huge hand come between them and grip both of their erections tightly in one hand. Gabriel's head fell back slightly at the intensely good sensation, only to groan a second later as Sam started to pump them both at the same time.
"Holy . . ." He hissed in reaction as Sam hungrily attacked his arched neck.
At that moment, he decided that they needed to speed up these proceedings. He glanced over and heard his brothers' comments on how much Dean was going to feel it then knew he had to do this one last thing before he could leave. He felt Balthazar fly into the room then glanced over to see Castiel's agonized countenance. Switching his eyesight to view his brother's aura, he saw the power Castiel had built up during this creature's ostentatious display and smiled slightly while he listened to Balthazar's warning.
He refocused on the others in the room, crowded around the desk, and called out forcefully, "Wait. Wait. Wait. You got your request. Now, I have one." He ignored Lucifer's snark back mostly then implied agreement on sharing Sam later, something that he had absolutely no intention of ever doing.
"Maybe," Gabriel drawled out slowly, ignoring nude Sam's startled, fearful look which caused Gabriel to tighten his hold on Sam reassuringly, then he continued purposefully. "See, I really don't want to do the prep work here. Never have liked doing any type of dirty work. I like to keep my hands squeaky clean."
He paused to allow Lucifer the knowing snicker at his double entendre before he got to the point, "Now, since Deano is apparently very knowledgeable on the subject . . . I really think it's only fitting that Dean should teach Sammy, or, rather, physically demonstrate the process for his little brother, just like all big brothers should teach their little brothers the important things they should know in life."
All the while he thought, 'Dean so owes me for this. Cassie, too. And don't screw this up Cassie. Time this right so that we all can get out of here.'
He used his grace to force Sam to his knees in front of him again and turned Sam slightly to face Dean, despite Sam's bid not to see any more of his older brother than he already had. He hissed warningly in Sam's ear, "Pay attention to the process, Sammy, because this is what we will have to do if we continue this. I am more powerful than you so guess who's the bottom in our scenario."
He felt Sam shudder slightly against him and glanced at Sam's face. Sam's eyes were glued to scene before him, watching his brother's hands. Gabriel glanced down further and saw Sam's large erection twitch with interest. He narrowed his eyes while he wondered if it was the scene getting to Sam or Sam putting himself in the scene was getting to him. He'd have to ask later.
Instead, he yanked back Sam's head back by his hair after the second finger had been inserted, figuring Sam had seen enough. His lips closed hungrily over the human's who responded with enthusiastic energy. He moaned with pleasure as Sam growled hungrily at him.
He heard Lucifer's howl of pain and glanced up. What he saw caused him to smile widely, especially since both Dean and Castiel were gone. Balthazar appeared right next to him and called the others to attention a moment too late. He sighed at the missed opportunity but then he felt Sam's hand encircle his erection again and told Balthazar to scram before he grabbed Sam and flew them to an empty room in the nearest five-star motel.
Sam's mouth had captured Gabriel's right before liftoff and he didn't stop kissing Gabriel the whole flight. As they landed, Sam pulled back slightly in confusion then shook his head slightly and focused on Gabriel's very red, swollen lips. He leaned in to taste the archangel again but Gabriel stopped him with a single hand, shoving Sam against the nearest wall.
"Gabe," Sam complained irritably.
"No, Sam," Gabriel stated firmly, fully in his arch persona. He steeled himself against the arousal in his veins, knowing this was way more important than a quick lay. "We need to talk."
Sam shook his head in disagreement and panted out, "Talk. Later."
Gabriel stared hard at Sam and saw that Sam was farther gone than he'd thought. He placed two fingers to Sam's forehead and pushed his grace in to help clear Sam's mind for this conversation. He saw Sam's eyes clear slightly and nodded with satisfaction. He verified gently, "With me, Sam?"
"Uh," Sam answered hesitantly. "Yeah. A little but, damn . . ."
"Yeah, I know," Gabriel agreed sympathetically.
Sam narrowed his eyes and confirmed uncertainly, "You're not affected?"
"I am, but, I can control it, sort of," Gabriel explained vaguely then redirected quickly, "Right now, though, we need to talk about you. You don't have much time before the venom takes over again. Now, you need to tell me where to take you."
"What?" Sam asked with confusion. "What do you mean, 'take me'?"
"Look, Sam," Gabriel elaborated slightly but with a very graphic image, "what I did isn't going to last long and I don't know how to get her venom out of you so very, very soon you are going to be back playing in 'When Frisky Mutt Met His Bitch In Heat' and dry humping the closest leg you can find. We are talking hard core porn, not tame Casa Erotica porn. S and M of some type will probably be involved. So I need you to tell me who you want me to take you to in order to 'ride out the storm', so to speak. You know, a girlfriend, bed buddy, whoever. Has to be living, though. No blow-up dolls."
"But . . . I thought . . .," Sam trailed off then simply stated, "Oh."
Gabriel frowned in confusion and wondered, "Oh, what?"
Sam looked down and shook his head then muttered, "Nothing." He sighed heavily and searched his mind for somewhere, anywhere to be for this.
"Oh, no, you don't," Gabriel argued firmly, knowing that the gigantic mind in front of him was going somewhere he didn't want it to go. "What are you thinking in that overly large Cro-Magnon brain of yours now, Sammy?"
Sam frowned and shot a glare at Gabriel with the warning, "Don't call me that."
Gabriel's eyebrows rose and he taunted wryly, "Or . . . what, big boy?" Sam flushed with embarrassed heat as he turned away. Gabriel studied the puzzle before him, raking his eyes over the still very, nude body in front of him. He noticed that Sam was still very aroused. He pursed his lips thoughtfully then clarified gently, "You can't want to stay here. I mean, you're not gay." Sam's eyes shot over to him before quickly returning to study the wall adjacent to the one he was trapped on.
Gabriel's eyes rose higher before he smiled widely and asked teasingly, "Aw, Sammy, have you played hide the salami with the other big boys before?" Sam's face flamed red hot while Gabriel noticed that Sam's large cock twitch with interest again. "You have, haven't you? Playing for both teams, were you? Way to increase the odds. And, yet, you're still the lower scorer. What's the problem? Big homophobic brother cramping you style too much?"
"Look," Sam snapped irritably, "I did go to college, you know. There were a few parties. Several spiked drinks. Being a light weight. It happened. More than you think. I mean, it happened to others more . . . er, others did it . . . I mean . . . see I . . . I, uh, then I meet Jess and . . .," Sam stammered at the end.
Gabriel smirked during Sam's embarrassed stuttering but nodded solemnly, respecting the taboo of that last subject, before he smiled again and prodded knowingly, "Does Dean know?"
Sam scoffed sarcastically, "Yeah, right. Mr. Homophobe? As if. Talk about denial."
"Yeah, that one does love to skinny dip in that particular Egyptian river a lot, like constantly," Gabriel observed wryly then let out a short laugh. "For someone who doesn't like international travel, he so gets a ton of frequent flyer miles for drowning in there. Repeatedly."
He shook his head humorously before he pried back into the topic at hand, "Did you like it?" Sam's face flushed slightly again but he didn't answer right away so Gabriel continued easily, "It's cool. But if you didn't, you really need to tell me where to take you because I really think time's almost up. If nothing else, we could go to Vegas Strip or something. Hit the strip clubs, you know. Oh, oh, Amsterdam! Anything and everything your heart, or mind, can imagine. Oh, we are so there!"
Sam felt his blood start to burn again and knew Gabriel was right. He really had to hand it to the archangel. He never really thought Gabriel cared all that much, until now. The fact that Gabriel saved him from certain incest and now was trying to save him again was beyond cute. It made him feel all the better about what he was about to do.
"Look, Gabriel, I . . . well, I don't really have any . . . well, anyone besides Dean and Bobby, and thank you and your Father so much for keeping that from happening." He paused a moment to gather his thoughts but they were being overcome with the venom so he just rushed through one of the most embarrassing talks he'd ever had. "And, as far as college, no, not particularly but it didn't gross me out or anything either. It just really didn't do anything for me."
"But, just now, . . . earlier . . . man," Sam sighed dreamily in remembrance. "You're a great kisser." He added with a vague sigh and felt his pulsing erection demand attention. He'd been able to ignore it because of Gabriel's grace but now . . . He mentally moved his hand toward his erection, only to find that physically his hand was still stuck.
"Let go of my hands, Gabe," Sam muttered with a slight slur as his mind became consumed once more with desire.
Gabriel paused, momentarily undecided, before he realized that he had to have an answer. He moved in close with Sam and yanked his hair back, knowing the pain would help clear Sam's mind a little. He commanded authoritatively, "Sammy, I need you to tell me. Who do you want to work this out with? Who do you want to have sex with?"
"You, Gabe," Sam breathed hotly, moving his lips in next to Gabriel's so that he could kiss the dense archangel.
"I only top, Sammy," Gabriel warned fairly.
Sam smirked seductively and challenged slyly, "Release my hands and we'll wrestle for it. Each time."
Gabriel scoffed dismissively and smiled with amusement then he lightly ran his tongue over Sam's lips to wet them before he pointed out logically, "I'm an archangel, Sammy. I can hold you and your ginormous self down on the ground with a single freakin' thought."
Sam nipped at Gabriel's lips and taunted without concern, "So don't cheat and use only your vessel's strength. See how good you are then."
"Oh, I'm good, Sammy," Gabriel returned cockily, deliberately misinterpreting Sam's logical solution. "I'm really good and you will feel something. I promise you that."
Sam narrowed his eyes at Gabriel, even though there was still a wide smile on his face. "Oh, yeah? Why don't you prove it right now, and put my dick where your mouth is?"
Gabriel jerked back in surprise at the taunt then smirked at the glassy eyed, lustful, cocky stare coming from the normally very celibate, solemn Samuel Winchester. He arched an eyebrow and surmised correctly, "So it's going to be like that, huh?" Sam's smile never lessened as he slowly nodded his head once while his eyes flared with heat. Gabriel smirked back and announced nonchalantly, "Well, then, let the games begin."
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Castiel heard the creature, Trini, he later learned, call out and took advantage of her distraction. He vaguely registered Asmodeus's entry as he saw Dean fall back on the desk and use his now free hand (the one he had been holding himself up with) to grip the collar and pull it away. His grace lashed out and combined with the baby's, freeing him from her hold and allowing him to grab a hold of Dean and flee. As an afterthought, he wished that he had thought to put Lucifer into Dean's position. He wondered how that great, big bag of dicks would have liked that.
He flew them to the nearest, relatively decent, empty motel room. He immediately laid Dean on the bed, unknowingly in the same position that he'd been in on Bobby's desk, and heard him whimper in distress. It tore at Castiel's heart as he looked down at his mate's closed eyes and flushed face. He felt Dean try to squirm away, even though it was a very half-hearted attempt.
He growled low in his throat and ordered harshly, to make sure that Dean listened to him, "Dean, open your eyes."
Dean's brilliant green eyes flew open before he was even looking out of them. They roamed around his eye sockets for a moment before they centered on Castiel's face. Dean rasped out, "Cass?" His pressed his hips down again on the fingers that were still inside him. He was so out of it that he didn't even realize that they were his. He shook his head in denial and whimpered brokenly, "Dream. Just. Dream."
Castiel narrowed his eyes at his stubborn mate but couldn't help glancing down at Dean's hip movement. His eyes flared hot with desire, only he had to make sure Dean knew it was him and not the others. He looked back up at Dean's face and found Dean's eyes closed once again as he pressed his hips down on his fingers again.
"Dean!" Castiel snapped irritably, feeling his desire returning full force. "Look at me! Now!" Brilliant green eyes flew open once again and stared into Castiel's deep blue eyes. Castiel reached out and grabbed the short cropped hair at the back of Dean's neck. He pulled on it, causing Dean to mewl wantonly. He leaned over and let his lips brush against Dean's as he commanded firmly, "I am here, Dean. Your mate. I am not a damn dream."
With that command, he captured Dean's lips then his tongue penetrated Dean's mouth deeply, reconquering his previously claimed territory. He gripped Dean's shoulder, allowing his grace to touch his mark on his mate. He sighed heavily as he felt Dean's tense body unconsciously relax and yield to him as his mate. He lifted his head slightly so that his lips only ghosted over Dean's then traced his own name with his tongue as he ran it over Dean's lips.
"Cass," Dean whispered with overwhelming relief. He felt his body relax with the knowledge that he was safe and with Castiel finally. "Please," he whimpered with so much unfulfilled need that he thought he'd lose his mind. He moved his free hand over to remove the damn cock ring, intent on the orgasm he'd been denied for what felt like forever.
Castiel felt the movement and leaned back to assess what he had before him. He saw Dean's hand grip his own erection and give it a slight tug before moving toward the cock ring. He knew Dean was going for a quick release but he wanted to make sure Dean remembered who he was with, especially after what had just happened.
He lightly slapped Dean's hand away, and Dean's cock in the process, accidently. It bobbed erratically while Dean arched his back with a needy whimper then mewled. Dean's legs fell open wider, displaying all of his mate's glory to Castiel's hungry view. He saw Dean was up to three fingers and Castiel had to palm his own erection through his slacks, only then wondering why he was the only one with clothes on.
"Cass?" Dean whimpered brokenly in a thick, raspy voice. "What? I . . . Please, Cass."
Castiel smiled slightly over the fact that Dean at least knew who he was, even though Dean could barely put two words together. He leaned over and grabbed his mate's free hand to position it back the way it was when Dean was on the desk, making Dean sit up slightly. He needed at least a little foreplay after what he'd just had to witness.
"What?" Dean panted slightly and moved to remove his other hand from his slightly stretched hole, only now realizing what he'd been doing.
"No," Castiel ordered harshly then commanded breathlessly, "don't stop, Dean. Need to get up to four. Four fingers, Dean. Then I will give you exactly what you want and need. I'm not going to go slow so four fingers, Baby," Castiel warned gently.
Dean moaned pleasurably at the image that Castiel managed to impart with all that information. He rasped breathlessly, "Oil . . . Cass . . . Wings . . ." There was a sudden rush of air and Dean felt the feather soft touches brush over his legs and arms. His eyes rolled back in his eyes as he pulled out his fingers then reached up and ran both hands over the wondrous wings before him. He played with the sleek feathers for a moment more before moving on to his mate's oil glands and coating his hands with it.
Castiel's eyes rolled back this time at the extreme pleasure coursing through him at the feel of his mate's hands on his most sensitive part and he gritted out the reminder, knowing that they didn't have a lot of time left and he didn't have that much control left either, "Dean. Fingers."
Dean whimpered uncertainly, torn between his many desires, then decided to do what he had to in order to get Castiel's awesome cock inside him as quickly as possible. He stayed in the same position, sensing that Castiel liked it. He reinserted three fingers slowly, throwing his head back with a shuddering mewl. They slipped in so easily since he'd already stretched himself that much but he pressed down as far as he physically could to get Castiel's oil as deep inside him as possible, knowing it would make everything feel that much better.
Castiel watched his mate's hole swallow three fingers easily and watched Dean work his hips on his own fingers. He reached out and pushed Dean's legs open even wider, holding one up over his forearm. He pulled Dean's hips slightly so that Dean's ass was more in the air and he had a perfect unobstructed view.
He jerked in surprised when he felt Dean's hand encircle his engorged cock and slick it up with Castiel's wing oil. He glanced down, about to ask something, only to see Dean's fourth finger slide into his widening hole. Castiel watched as that tight hole took it all in without hesitation. Dean's long moan of pleasure combined with the tighter grip on his cock finished off what had been left of Castiel's willpower.
Castiel used his grace to pull Dean's fingers out of his hole, only to shove his eager cock balls deep inside his mate. Simultaneous drawn out moans of pleasure sounded loudly throughout the room. Castiel swooped down and captured Dean's lush lips, making a mental note to put those to real good use later. After all, based on past experience, he knew they had a few days at least.
He felt Dean's channel tighten around him and Dean pushed his hips up to take even more of his mate's awesomely filling cock. Castiel's wings swooped down to caress any part of Dean's skin that they could reach. Arms. Legs. Face. Anything Dean, amping up Dean's already over sensitized body.
Dean rasped out hoarsely, "Freakin' move, Cass. Losing mind. Need to . . . Need . . ." Dean trailed off with a whimper, only to beg breathlessly a second later, "Please . . . off . . . take . . . off."
"Soon," Castiel promised tightly, knowing that Dean had been beyond primed, while he wasn't quite there yet. He heard Dean's desperate whine and glanced down, surprised to see his mate's shiny green eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing but he knew by that sight that he couldn't draw it out, either.
He pulled back and shoved his cock back in hard, causing Dean to groan and curse loudly, and then Dean moved enticingly under him. Dean rolled his hips while Castiel pulled back again, only to drill Dean again, harder, causing yet another rash of curses. He must have nailed Dean's secret spot because Dean arched his back so high in pleasure that he almost left the bed. Castiel rolled his hips in response to Dean's roll and in less than three more thrusts, Castiel knew he was close. How could he not be with Dean's overly expressive body?
"Oh, fuck, Cass!" Dean begged hoarsely, losing his voice from the strain. "Please!"
Castiel quickly reached between them, feeling guilty at the tears trapped in Dean's eyes. He found the cock ring clasp and unlocked it with a quick flick of his fingers. He swiftly moved his hand to cover his mark on Dean's shoulder before forcefully burying himself inside Dean's wonderfully tight body, wishing he never had to leave it again.
Dean saw an overwhelming burst of white hot stars burst within his field of vision as Castiel's last thrust seemed to make his mate a permanent part of his body and nailed his pleasure spot perfectly in the process. The confining pressure against his cock and balls released which allowed his long overdue orgasm to explode, coming so hard that it was almost too painful.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his lids closed. His whole body exploded into a mass of sensations that Castiel sent his grace into when he reconnected to Dean physically through their mating bond. Overwhelmed by way too much information, and pleasurable sensations, his fragile human mind shut down completely under the onslaught, going into protection mode.
Castiel arched his back as his orgasm ripped through him, painting his mate's insides heavily once again with his essence. He almost sighed in relief when he felt it starting, his mating knot. He tried to stave it off but it was too late. His mating knot grew quickly and tied to Dean faster than it ever had before, probably in response to the other scent on his mate's body and the scene they had just left. He knew he wasn't in the best position for this to be comfortable for Dean but there wasn't much he could do about it right now.
He breathed in deeply the scent of his mate and their mating, growling low at her residue mixed in. He glanced down and saw Dean's completely relaxed, sleeping face. He smiled slightly, remembering this vaguely from before, when Dean had really, really good orgasms. He also smiled at the sight of Dean's cum at the bottom of his chin as it slowly slid down his neck, knowing that Dean would have been very proud if he had been conscious.
He reached up and touched each bite wound on Dean's neck in turn, healing them and cleansing the skank's scent away from his mate with his grace. He then reached behind him and did the same with the scratches inside Dean's thighs. He smiled once he'd taken care of that until he felt the sudden sharp movement against his abdomen. The baby.
He frowned in concern when he realized that in this position, he was actually laying on top of Dean's baby. Considering how long they generally stayed this way, he really didn't think this would be a good position for them. He gently wrapped his arms around Dean's limp body and quickly flipped them over so that Dean was on top. He felt a pull on the knot and Dean whimpered slightly but remained unconscious. He shifted Dean around gently until he didn't feel any type of pull on his knot whatsoever.
Once situated, Dean snuggled slightly but very unconsciously. He tucked his head under Cass's chin and into his neck, breathing in his mate's scent, as he settled down into a very peaceful slumber. He let out a soft, contented sigh then fell totally limp and numb to the outside world.
Castiel smiled gently in response, knowing that his mate really needed the rest. He leaned his head down to rest against Dean's, snuggling into the beautiful man on top of him. They were both finally at peace for a change and Castiel was going to enjoy it as much as he possibly could while he was still able.
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