Ch. 4 Fucked by an Angel

a/n: Thanks for the reviews to those of you that gave them! I really appreciate that. As for the others who just added this to story alert &$(#% yo—I mean, I love you equally. . .

Chapter Warning(s): Language, angst, and gay, angry sex. LEMON! Turn away if the thought of Dean getting it up the arse squicks you!

To my first reviewer Pappy, I'm sorry, please do not torch yourself. :(

Italics – subconscious thought
'italics'— indicates Dean's thought

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"Let's try again,"

"Dean—"

"Again!" Dean gripped the bench, biting back a wince of pain. They'd been practicing "Wing-Seeing" for the past hour, and the only thing Dean had accomplished was a massive headache.

Dean had awaken to find the angel sitting on the bed, trench coat and tie back in place and was informed that he had been unsuccessful at sleeping, but he would try again the next night.

The eldest Winchester suggested that they get the angel's mind off of things by doing something different to help Dean learn to See. Castiel asked what it was, but Dean insisted on not telling them until they got there. Dean knew the angel would not be impressed when he discovered the plan so he'd been careful to be tight lipped until they got there. And that's how they'd ended up in the current state of Dean slumped against the bench and Castiel looking worried and irritated by the Winchester's stubborn-horse attitude.

"Dean you're going to hurt yourself. Your eyes can't handle it, I can sense it when they start to burn, and it's not getting any better. At this point it's just draining you. The exposure technique doesn't work when it comes to this," Dean grit his teeth in irritation, clenching his fists.

"Well what the hell else am I supposed to do, huh? Your bonding crap ain't doing shit. It's still the same as before,"

"It's because you won't open yourself up to me—" Dean groaned in frustration, throwing his head back against the bench. They'd picked the same park as before, making sure it was deserted before they tried.

"I'm just frustrated alright? I have a lot on my mind and it's hard for me to just be—" He sighed, rubbing his burning eyes with his hands. "I just need to relax," And suddenly the room spun out of view and there were rocks and water. Lots of it. . .

Where the hell. . .?

"I heard that Japanese onsen are good for relaxation,"

"Japa—Japanese? Like a spa in Minneapolis?" Castiel shook his head and Dean blanched, looking back at the angel behind him, realization dawning on him as the angel didn't do things half-assed. "We're in friggen Japan?"

"Noboribetsu, Hokkaido to be exact," Dean gripped his temple, whipping around in anger when he felt something drop to his feet. He looked down, noticing something. . . missing. Suddenly he was very aware of a cool breeze. . .

"Your towel—" Dean's face burned hotter than a thousand suns as he picked up the towel and covered himself quickly.

"Where are my clothes Cas?" Cas looked up thoughtfully to the sky and said very seriously.

"I wonder. . ."

"Zap them back, right now you winged bastard!" Dean snapped, enraged.

"You said it yourself. You need to relax. Now please," He gestured to the giant open air bath in front of them. Dean looked, seeing the steam rising from an obviously hot bath. It really. . .did look relaxing. He bit his lip, tossing a pointed glare at Cas, telling him visually that he would do this and enjoy it, but not because of Cas, and stalked towards the water, testing the temperature with his toe. Scalding. Perfect.

He stepped in, lifting the towel before it touched the water, making sure he was covered even though he was sure that, at this point, Castiel had seen everything. He paled at this thought, not liking it at all. He looked back at the angel, still clad in trench coat and business suit and just standing creepily at the edge of the bath.

"Well are you coming in or not?"

"I don't need to,"

"Yes you do. You've been stressed too I can see it on your stupid face," Castiel's eyebrows lifted slightly at this admission.

"It actually shows on my face?"

"Yes, your eyebrows are always doing that crinkly thing in the middlewhenever you're frustrated about something. Your whole body is just tensed," Cas's mouth opened a little, obviously surprised.

"I. . . Didn't know you were looking so closely," Dean bit his cheek, not liking this sentence out of Castiel's mouth.

"I wasn't! It's just obvious. . .jeez," Was the water getting hotter? "Just get your ass in here before I drag you in—" Suddenly there was a splash and Castiel was right next to him, and still wearing that goddamned trench coat!

"Off with the fucking coat!" Dean snapped.

"If you say so," And suddenly there was a very naked, and very close Castiel in the water with him, skin glowing from the water and the lights all around. Cas leaned in, saying in a low voice. "Is this better? Are you relaxed yet?" Dean looked down, seeing a pale and lightly toned chest and abdomen, not entirely different from his own. His lines were so. . . so. . . Dean looked lower, swallowing as he realized the water didn't quite cover his treasure trail. . . Okay, the water was way too fucking hot!

Dean's heart was literally throbbing in his chest, he felt dizzy and God. . .this was anything but relaxing. Why was he even freaking out like this in the first place? It's just a naked guy! He'd, unwillingly, seen plenty of them before! What the fucking hell was going on with his head? Why were telltale signs of arousal shooting down his spine and to his traitorous cock? Dean Winchester wasn't fucking gay!

But remember that night? You were drunk and you used him as your rut pillow?

'I was drunk. . . I wasn't thinking right, I must have thought he was some chick I picked up. Dean defended himself against. . . well, himself. . .

But you know you didn't. You wanted to know what kissing him felt like, didn't you? His subconscious chided mercilessly. Wanted to make him hot because just remembering that night he got hard made you fucking horny. You wanted to see it again, right? Dean gaped in horror, his brain completely frozen. But even though he was having an internal meltdown, he managed to stutter out some words.

"M-Maybe if I have some time by m-myself?" At this point he was getting hard down there and if they were this close for much longer, Cas was bound to feel it. He mentally berated his penis for getting even more excited by this.

Castiel narrowed his eyes before nodding and disappearing into thin air. "A-And no spying either!" He called out, feeling stupid, like some teenaged girl. He groaned in frustration, willing those horrifying thoughts away.

But it wasn't working.

"Shit!" He shouted, splashing at the water, as though it was the enemy for some reason. He ran his hand through is hair, frustration tightly gathered in his brow. He didn't know how to handle this. He'd never had sexual feelings for a male before. Not ever in all his life. Even when he was down in the Pit and they did those things to him, he didn't feel anything from it. Never got hard once (something he was very proud of, by the way). But Castiel. . .

Castiel was. . . different.

He was so perfect in every imperfect way. He had this clueless fucking adorableness about him that just set Dean's nerves on fire every time he saw it! Because every stupid thing he said, every stupid fucking utterance made Dean smile. Just a little bit.

Fuck.

"Konbanwa," Dean jumped, started and whipped around to see a very old, very wrinkly Japanese man standing at the edge of the bath wearing nothing but his birthday suit. Suddenly the problem Dean had before had disappeared. Wrinkly old bodies had that kind of effect on him. Dean grimaced mentally as he got full frontal of old dude balls.

"Koba-what?" He asked crankily before realizing the man probably didn't speak English. Great. Just peachy.

"Sorry, May I join you?" The man said, heavily accented.

"Oh, good you speak English,"

"May I?" He asked again. Dean nodded quickly, not wanting to be rude and say no. The man smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners and stepped in carefully, not wanting to slip. He sighed and sank into the water "Ah, onsen is nice, yes?"

"Y-yeah," Dean was grateful that the man was for the most part, covered now, grateful as he was for the mental cock-blocking. "Yeah it's really nice,"

"Onsen wipe worries away temporarily. Love troubles especially," Dean grit his teeth, defensive.

"I don't have love troubles! He's just a damn angel. He's a man and I don't want to see his penis!" Dean sucked in a breath, mortified by all that he'd just blurted out. The old man's eyebrows shot up to his hairline before he calmed again, smiling.

"Then you don't see penis. Nobody ask you to, boy." Dean blushed five shades of red before turning away, furious at himself for saying all that, and to a complete stranger. The man mumbled something to himself sounding like "Ten-shee" before he spoke again, this time more curiously. "This man; He is angel?" Dean looked away, thinking of how to answer.

"J-Just forget that. It's nothing," The old man nodded, thinking again.

"What is it you want, boy?"

"Ice cream sounds good. . ." The man huffed impatiently.

"I meant you. What is your greatest desire in life? Dean frowned. He hadn't asked himself that. He'd been dreading it but maybe the answer wasn't that scary after all.

He wanted to be Dean Winchester. Nothing more, nothing less. "I just want to be me," He voiced, not really sure why he did it.

"Then go be you. Being you tell you what your heart want," Dean felt his lip quirk. Maybe the old man was onto something.

He opened his mouth, wanting to thank the old man for his advice but when he looked back, the man was gone and suddenly the room was spinning out of control.

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Dean felt as though he'd just been punched into next Thursday when he was able to see again, the room coming into focus and he realized he was back at the hotel. He felt his face heated up as he realized the angel might have heard his conversation with the old man before Castiel was in front of him, looking really agitated.

"Dean! What happened? How did you get back here? I looked all over for you at the onsen but you weren't there. You weren't even in Japan anymore—Wait, why are you covered in cucumbers?" Dean wrinkled his brow, confused. Cucumbers—?

He looked down to see at least a dozen cucumbers tied with rope around his body from the neck down, something of a cucumber skirt around his waist. He felt his eye twitch. What the fucking hell?

"There's a note. . ." Castiel pulled a piece of paper that was tied around Dean's left ankle and read aloud, translating it. "Take care of penis-boy, Mr. Angel. He's going to be sad a lot. Love, KappaNoshi"

"KappaNoshi? What the hell is that?" Dean asked. Cas made an impatient sound in his throat.

"It appears you had a run-in with a kappa, a harmless one it seems, but still. Kappa are native to Japan, famous for being annoying tricksters. Sometimes they can be rather vicious. They have a profound love for cucumbers. . ." Castiel took a moment to glance at Dean's new veggie-attire. Dean felt his face get warm and he glared, crossing his arms self-consciously. "It must have teleported you back here. They easily get into children's heads, usually to lure them in with fortune telling or something or other before they eat them. Some of them can be friendly. You're lucky you met a seemingly friendly one, which used it's abilities to transport you back home," Dean ground his teeth, pointing to his cucumbers.

"You call this friendly?"

"Well it could have sent you back here naked. It must have been thinking about your need to be clothed. Kappas don't carry clothes, they just have cucumbers. It must consider you a good friend since it gave you so many," Dean groaned.

"Great, just what I need. To be besties with a freakin' kappa," Dean bit his lip, realizing he was still clad in vegetables. "I'm going to change. Can you get me a cheeseburger or something? I'm hungry. And pie. Pumpkin no whip. Also some gummy worms, maybe chocolate and peanut butter too," Cas raised his eyebrow, probably curious as to what he would do with all of that junk food, but nodded before disappearing.

Dean took the time he spent dressing to think about what his next course of action would be. He knew Cas wouldn't take long to gather all these things, but he had to do something to get these freaky thoughts out of his head once and for all.

The kappa-dude was right; He had to be himself.

He dug around in his old pair of jeans for that number from the other day, and, without much struggle finally found it.

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Dean hastily strolled down the sidewalk, The walk was taking longer than the girl said it would. It was already becoming nightfall. Sam had the car as Cas had insisted that Dean wouldn't be needing it— Something Dean was really regretting now. It looked like it was about to rain. Dean knew that he looked good wet but he wanted to be drier when meeting his date for the night.

He'd left the apartment, quickly before Cas could return. He didn't want to lie to the angel but he also didn't want Cas to get all moody again on him, and a one-night stand had nothing to do with emotions and bonding. It was just that, a one night stand. Cas obviously had more learning to do about the ways of humans.

He knew he needed to be focusing on this bond-thing with the angel but to be honest all of this crap was starting to freak him out. His thoughts were turning weird and Dean Winchester just didn't have weird thoughts about dudes. Nope, best option was to sex it away with a busty babe and that's what he was about to do.

When he finally reached the girl's apartment, he was about to ring the buzzer when suddenly he heard a very irritated sounding voice behind him.

"You lied,"

"H-How—?"

"When I got back, cheeseburger, pie, gummy worms, chocolate and peanut butter all obtained, I looked for you in the apartment and I didn't find you and, I figured here or with Sam would be the only other place you'd be. When Sam turned up empty, the waitress wasn't difficult to find," Dean sighed, leaning against the building, fists first.

"Come on man. . .I just needed. . . "

"To get your head on straight, right?" Cas sounded almost. . .bitter. "I understand that this is difficult for you, Dean, but frankly I'm getting fed up with your attitude," Dean whipped around, anger curling in his belly. The clouds mimicking his anger in a loud roar as water began to fall around them.

"You're getting fed up? Do you know what it's like looking at the sorry face of the person who betrayed you every minute of the day, being forced to 'cooperate' with him for the greater good? I don't even have time to be properly pissed at you! You think you can just waltz back in here and act like nothing's wrong? You left us, you sonovabitch, you left. . ." Me. Dean could feel his face heat, despite the cold rain and he was glad it was raining cause he couldn't be one hundred percent certain that he wasn't crying. He was pounding, kicking, and screaming. but he wasn't crying, really.

Before he knew it he was being shoved against the wall, Castiel's hands entwined in his as their faces were suddenly two inches away from each other. Dean felt as though those damn blue eyes were burning him alive.

"Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I don't regret every Goddamned day of my existence the things that I've done? Every fiber of my being knows that there is no way I can reverse what I did to you, Sam and Bobby, mostly you because it is you that I've hurt and betrayed the most." He paused, eyes the saddest shade of blue he'd ever seen in his life. Dean felt his breath hitch in his throat before Cas started to speak again. "I regret it so much, and I hope every day that I can make it stop hurting, make you stop hating me but I can't. I don't know what to do anymore at all. I have all of these damned emotions swirling around in my mind and I have no idea what to make of them because they all revolve around one damn Winchester and it's really starting to piss me right the fuck off!"

Ignoring that Cas had just used the Lord's name in vain, Dean was certain that that was more words than Castiel had ever said in his entire time that he'd known him, but he couldn't dwell on it too long because, before he knew it, Cas had mashed their lips together, in a sloppy, angry kiss, well more like a lip smash than a kiss. It didn't really matter what it was because it wasn't really happening.

Dean was properly losing his fucking mind, that's what was happening.

So since it wasn't really happening, he just let his insanity-induced hallucination take him wherever it wanted to.

The kiss broke and Dean reached up, gripping Castiel's face in his hands, and he stared hard into his beautiful blue eyes, his heart thumping wildly, tears streaming down his face, though he would never admit it.

"Don't. . . ever leave again you motherfucker,"

"I'll never leave again, Dean. For the rest of eternity I'll be here. I swear it," Dean might have done something as girly as sob but he muffled it by forcing their lips together. Cas shoved him tighter up against the wall. Dean was sure they couldn't get any closer unless they took their clothes off, and as though reading his mind (Which was entirely possible, Dean realized), Cas effortlessly ripped open his own shirt, followed by Dean's, and pressed tightly against the elder Winchester, face not even an inch away from the other's. Dean felt the familiar sensation of lust curl inside of his belly as Cas's breath ghosted against his, hot and smelling like, like, well he was sure of what it did not smell like.

It didn't smell like food or toothpaste. Didn't smell like some of the outrageous lip gloss flavors he'd experienced on his many encounters with women (there was once a pumpkin pie flavor, that had been a surprise). No it just smelled like Castiel, and it was a surprisingly pleasant change to Dean, completely ignoring the fact that this was a fucking dude. He also didn't miss the sticky feeling after kisses with gloss-adorned lips.

Dean broke away, Cas not remembering that human's needed air.

"I think you have a shoving-against-walls fetish, Cas," He breathed out, taking a deep breath of the fresh, rain-scented air. Cas just narrowed his eyes, letting out an almost feral growl before he caught Dean in a bruising kiss yet again, only this time his hands started fumbling with Dean's pants. Dean felt himself shiver involuntarily, not only from the hands brushing against his most sensitive area but at the cold that was steadily seeping deep into him.

Rain sex—Sexy? Yes. Smart. . .? Not so much. . .

Cas must have finally realized this too and halted his actions, pausing to look at Dean for just a moment, and with a flurry of feathers Dean found himself back in the hotel room being firmly pushed onto the bed and pinned quite effectively. He wasn't entirely aware that the lusty sounds being made were coming from his mouth. He was too concentrated on the horny fucking angel ravishing him.

His jeans were all but ripped off and he felt his wet skin abruptly become dry via Grace, Dean supposed, and before he knew It, Cas was on him again, all hands and lips and Dean desperately gripped at the sheets as he felt the angel palm his growing hard-on, for he didn't feel like he would be held together any other way.

"Not as innocent as I first thought. . ."

"I have no idea if what I'm doing is correct, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I just. . . want you. . ." Dean felt the heat low in his stomach pool faster south at those words. He loved feeling wanted like that. He needed it. That was why he always slept around so much, those girls wanted him, well they did for the night. It sucked in the morning waking up to be alone in the bed, but that was the price for those brief moments of bliss.

"Just keep doing what you're doing, Romeo," Castiel was about to say something, Dean guessed to correct him concerning his name. Dean held up his hand to stop him from ruining the sexy atmosphere by having Dean explain a euphemism . "Just. . . continue,"

Castiel came up, still rubbing his cock nice and fast, blue eyes dark with lust, and pressed his lips tight against Dean's, kissing him hotly, so intense that Dean was practically seeing stars. He felt himself moan into it and couldn't even find time to be embarrassed as he felt Cas spreading his legs apart. He felt something hard bump his cock and he realized that it was another cock and he ground his teeth, trying not to freak out about it because as insane as Dean was, he couldn't exactly ignore the fact that a hallucinated cock was now rubbing against his.

"Cas. . ." If Dean had to describe what he was feeling, it was passion and lust and anger and utter mortification all at once and all he knew is that he just felt and it felt fucking good. He decided that, just one time he would give in to—to well, whatever this was. Just one time and then it would be all over. He wouldn't have to think about it again because Dean was extremely good at not thinking about things he really didn't want to think about. Decision in mind, the Winchester wrapped his legs around Castiel's hips and rolled himself harder against the angel's weeping dick cause he didn't know anything anymore.

He heard Cas groan at the new contact and he felt a little stroke of evil and ground harder. "You like that?" He said, playfully. Castiel's voice was rough with arousal when he spoke.

"Yes. . . very much, Dean," Dean looked hard into Castiel's lust-filled eyes.

"Make me feel good, idiot," Cas sucked in a breath, capturing Dean's lips again as he thrust his hips hard into Dean, the contact making Dean cry out in pleasure. Fuck that was nice. Cas repeated the action, falling into a clumsy rhythm of dry-humping, but Dean could only feel bliss. He could feel the slick coming from their aching members, making everything a mess but he only craved for more. It was something he'd never experienced before and it was mind-numbingly sexy.

"Dean I. . ." Cas muttered, breaking off. Dean found himself being pressed against the bed once again, their nether regions loosing contact for a moment before he felt something press against his back-door and he jumped, startled. "I want. . ."

"What are you—Oh fuck!" Cas groaned as he pressed the tip of his dick inside of Dean's hole. Dean winced at the sudden stab of pain in places he'd never ventured before. He hadn't expected that. He gripped onto Castiel's shoulders, probably ripping his skin with his nails. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. You motherfucker!"

"Dean. . . it's so tight, I'm sorry, I can't. . . I need, ugh. . ." Dean cried out again as Cas started to move, burying his hard dick deep within his ass.

"You sonova—Oh fuck! Ugh!" Dean bit and scratched at Cas, as the angel was balls-deep and Dean was quite literally pinned underneath. There was no escape even if he wanted to, which if he were to be perfectly honest he didn't. Dean wasn't exactly the submissive type, he was straight after all, but he'd be lying if he said he'd never been fucked in the ass before, it was kind of commonplace in hell to be raped repeatedly on a daily basis, but never had he experienced it like this before. It was as rough and as unprepared as all the other times were, but he found he didn't mind it if it were the angel. All pain aside, his cock was still throbbing and erect and Cas had just bumped the naughty spot that sent Dean reeling. "Oh my fucking God. . .!" And then there was no movement. Dean groaned in frustration. "Cas for God's sake, if you're gonna fuck me then fucking move,"

"R-Right," Cas started a rhythm of some sort, a very slow rhythm. And because God's angels weren't skilled in the art of hard fucking, Dean had to clue him in. "Move your hips, Cas!"

"I don't want to hurt you," Cas bit out, sweat beading on his brow as he gripped Dean's legs tightly. Dean ground his teeth, trying not to go crazy. Damn stupid chivalrous angels

"I honestly don't even know what pain is right now I just want you to move your ass!"

"R-Right," Cas started moving, finally. Rocking his dick in and out of Dean nice and fast. The hunter met every thrust, coaxing him into a faster, harder rhythm and soon the bed was making that tell-tale squeaking sound as lusty moans accompanied it. If Dean had known being fucked by an angel would be so mind-blowingly awesome, he would have volunteered sooner. Cas was slamming his cock in and out of his tight heat, his hot, toned body glistening in the moonlight with sweat, his face contorted in lust and sexiness and Dean was just moaning like a fucking bitch in heat, rolling his hips and trying to feel more and more with every stroke. It was becoming less rough as the aroused angel was practically oozing precome by now.

"Why are you so goddamn hot?" Dean rasped out as Cas struck that spot again.

"I. . . uhn. . . assume it's from the rapid. . . thrusting and. . . mingling body heat and. . . Oh! Oh God. . .!" Dean grinned, pulling the angel in for a passionate kiss, sucking on Castiel's tongue as he ground his cock between their stomachs. The obliviousness was such a turn on. . . Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth, kissing him back eagerly.

"You're amazing. . ."Dean breathed against his mouth, moaning as Cas started pummeling his sweet spot. "Nnnn, Castiel keep doing that, you're gonna make me come. . .touch me," Cas groaned, reaching down and gripping Dean's cock nice and tight, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"I think I. . . , uhn, Dean what is happening?" Cas thrust his hips fast and rough, groaning into Dean's ear.

"J-Just keep going you'll see," Cas did, his thrusts growing more frantic and jerky and Dean opened his eyes as a brightness started to fill the room.

And something completely breathtaking filled his vision.

There was Cas, arched over him, eyes electric blue and behind him, a pair of magnificent wings, flowing like black and brown silk behind him, wild with the rapid pace of their sex, but still elegant as if it were intentional. It was Cas's fucking wings. The wide and beautiful plumes were spread out as far as his eyes could see. Dean felt his heart beat speed up into his throat, senses on overload. It was as though everything was suddenly in slow motion. It was simply unbelievable. A living work of fucking art.

Now I have to be dreaming, thought Dean, because there was no way something so extraordinary could exist in reality.

With one hard thrust he felt that unmistakable warmth filling him as Cas started to come, and suddenly, everything sped up. Castiel groaned, pounding at Dean's prostate with every desperate thrust. Dean felt like he would just fucking melt into a puddle of goo, and before he knew it, his own orgasm was being ripped violently from him, whipping through him like wildfire. He yelled out, probably screaming for Cas, holding onto the angel tightly as they both came hard. He felt Cas's body shudder in pleasure, knowing that electricity was spreading throughout every nerve of his body as every first orgasm did. He just drank in the sight of the angel coming undone, blue eyes on fire with lust, mouth open and body shuddering in his intense orgasm.

He caught Cas in his arms as the angel's body went limp and ran his fingers through Castiel's black, sex-mussed hair, the sleek, black wings slumped around them, covering them like a blanket. Cas probably wasn't even aware that they were visible. He turned Cas's head towards him, the angel's eyes half-lidded but still somewhat aware of what was happening.

"Fuckin' amazing," Was all Dean could say before he kissed Cas again, this time the kiss slow and lazy.

"Fucking amazing," Cas repeated, breathlessly, kissing back equally as lazy, and in a few moments, Dean was surprised to hear soft snoring coming from the angel. Finally, the bastard falls asleep.

However, Dean wasn't too far behind.

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a/n: CONGRATS TO ME ON MY FIRST FOURTH CHAPTER! I've never made it to 4 chapters before! But ewwy! It's so hastily put together. . . gah mistakes. . .Ah well. . .Anyways please review. . .? It makes me all inspired and shit. Constructive Criticism is welcome too! I know my writing is sloppy and all over the place. . . Don't hold back!

NOTE: I'm going to be changing the title, which is currently "Retribution" because I suck at titles. I want you to help me decide. Currently it's a tie between "Seeing in Black" and "As His Father Will" Tell me what you think is better in review form, or if you think I should just keep it as is! Thanks!