So I decided I absolutely can not choose between these stories. It would feel too much like abandoning one over the other and I love them both so much like my children-I just can't!
I will continue on as I have been so forgive me for slow updates. I just love them too much to play favorites. :(
In other news: WE'VE BROKE 100K! YAYYY THIS STORY IS OFFICIALLY BUTT-FUCK LONG! Thank you all for the support and love and prodding. . . seriously I wouldn't have gotten this far without you!
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Dean stood in front of Cas, freezing the dew drops all around them in the earliest hours of the morning.
"That's good Dean, but as it is, it's not going to be much help in battle to do only this." Dean pouted, but conceded Castiel's point. There weren't going to be dew on the enemies to freeze. "It seems that your power manifests in the form of freezing." Castiel brought his hand up. "You have to learn how to create ice out of thin air and use it as an attack." Dean lifted a brow.
"How will I do something like that?"
"Well water is made out of H2O, correct?" Dean nodded. "There are hydrogen and oxygen in the atmosphere, correct?" Dean nodded, not seeing whatever the fuck—
Oh.
"I can make ice out of air!" Cas smiled.
"Yes, a very small amount since there's only a small amount of hydrogen in the air. But to even think about doing that, you need to manipulate water on a molecular level," An ice crystal formed itself in thin air and remained floating in Castiel's hand. Dean stared in awe, wondering how he did that.
"But I can't. . ."
"You can. You did it at the wedding ceremony by using the water inside of people and freezing them, and you can do it with air too. You froze the entire room and none of the surfaces there were wet. What were you thinking when the room froze, Dean?" Dean blushed, biting his cheek at the anger that swelled up in him combined with the embarrassment of his thoughts at the time.
"All I could think about was you choosing that stupid bitch after all we. . . after. . ." Castiel's gaze softened and he took Dean's hand, making the hunter look up to him.
"Dean that makes me very happy."
"Shut up. . ." And he did. Cas was all business and Dean resisted the urge to pout.
"The reaction was purely emotional. You need to incorporate your emotions into this, Dean. Show me that again." Dean bit his lip, pulling back all the hurt and anger he felt at the time, his hand tightening around Castiel. He felt the power surge through him, buzzing around his skin and before he knew it Castiel was becoming frosted, along with everything around them until the ground was shrouded in ice. He jumped and lurched forward, panic filling him to the brim.
"C-Cas!? Cas holy crap!" Cas shook his head, a few ice crystals flinging from side to side. He grinned a frozen smile before thawing abruptly. Dean bit back a grin, thinking the angel looked kind of adorable all frosted. It was okay because he wasn't hurt, right?
"Perfect. Now tell me how you centralize to just one drop or stream of water?"
"It's like. . . kind of like a rope that I pull tight to release the energy and loosen to pull it back." Cas nodded, his fingers idly stroking Dean's as he spoke.
"It seems that when you use this 'rope', the power is released on a purely technical basis. Freezing water is the most base of this power of yours. Since your eyes don't have the ability to see molecules, you can only rely on your will to freeze it and that's the difficult part for you to control." He narrowed his eyes. "Can you picture the rope clearly in your mind?"
"Yes."
"You can call upon the emotions easily, yes?"
"Yeah."
"I suggest instead of blanketing the rope with those feelings, try to weave it into the binding and then control it as you do when you freeze water. Instead of water, focus on one central point in mid-air and do your best to contain it there." Made sense. . .
Dean steeled his concentration, holding up his hand as Cas did earlier, concentrating on that emotion and the rope in his mind.
He could feel his hand become colder and he realized he was going to freeze his hand at this rate so he aimed a little higher trying to confine it to some sort of space but it was hard. His heart was hammering with the anger and the memories and he couldn't focus. He breathed deeply through his nose and did his best to wrap the emotions around the rope in his head.
Suddenly there was snow appearing out of nowhere falling to the palm of his hand. It was like a miniature snowfall. . . He sucked in a breath, his concentration breaking at the sight and the snow instantly melted, turning into very cold water. He shook his hand, wiping it on his pants before looking up at Cas who was smirking.
Dean's mouth stretched into his own wide grin and he bit his lip, feeling a bit bashful at how proud Castiel looked at that moment. The angel stretched out his hand, his thumb stroking the hunter's stubbly jaw.
"Does this mean you're going to train me?"
"Yes. I think it will be wise for you to learn to use these powers if you need to."
"Great! When can we start?" Castiel's face turned serious.
"Dean, If I am to train you, know that I will not go easy on you simply because I love you. The first day I will test your limits and we will train for long periods every day thereafter. I am the captain of my garrison and I do not tolerate laziness. I expect you to put in your best effort." Dean lifted a brow, feeling heat coil low in his belly.
"That sounds pretty hot." Dean pressed his lips against Castiel's. The angel pulled back, looking at him sternly.
"You must take this seriously Dean."
"I am. You should trust me more."
"Maybe if you'd stop being so reckless I would." Castiel stepped forward and kissed him softly, over and over, never letting their lips more than an inch apart.
"What are you talking about?" Dean pulled back, taking a deep breath and feeling his body get really heavy.
"You always" kiss. "Stand until your back hurts." Kiss. "Lift heavy things." Kiss. "Eat too much junk food." Kiss. "Forget to take your vitami—" Dean rolled his eyes, pushing at Cas's shoulders.
"—Yeah yeah, I get it. I'll try to be better, okay?" Castiel smiled.
"That means we must transfer my Grace to you every day at least twice. Once before training and one after. You're using the Grace that's meant for the baby. I won't be letting you get so dangerously low again." Dean rolled his eyes, ignoring how his stomach started to flutter at the thought of making that connection so many times.
They'd made him uncomfortable before, but the transfer was actually kind of relaxing and Dean was looking forward to it. It had been nice just sitting on the couch listening to Castiel talk about heaven and angels. When they did it last time, Dean couldn't help but notice how much they tended to touch each other—and Cas was definitely a cuddler. There had been very little feelings of arousal which was weird to Dean—Just contentment in touching each other and kissing and Dean didn't quite know how to deal with that. It all seemed so. . . relationship-y.
But considering the conversation they needed to have, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, was it?
They'd done some cleaning and shopping and preparing for dinner later—they'd be making steak and cheesy potatoes for dinner and Dean could hardly wait to get some real food into his belly. The rest of the day they'd spent outside because Cas said that if they were going to train, he had to evaluate Dean's level so that they had a base-point. They could relax now and Dean wasn't against using that time to make the transfer.
Dean suddenly felt very lightheaded and leaned against Castiel, breathing heavily as he searched out his center of gravity. Castiel helped to steady him, looking very concerned.
"Dean! Are you okay?" Dean nodded.
"Yeah I'll be fine I just got a little lightheaded. . ."
"Come. We won't be training again until you're at full strength."
"We're still going to train?" Dean asked, hopefully. Castiel raised an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me you did all that work convincing me just to think you're getting out of it. When I start something, I finish it. Lazy hunters will be disciplined accordingly." Dean choked on his spit, his cock giving an almighty jerk from that statement. Holy fuck he wanted to be disciplined. He wanted to be disciplined so bad, and the fact that they hadn't had sex in a week was starting to get on both of their nerves. Dean could see it in the burning looks Cas gave him, in the lingering touches that were completely unnecessary between them both.
Dean was horny and so was Cas. . . There really wasn't anything keeping them from doing it now that it wouldn't be so awkward doing the Grace connection. Perhaps he would do something about it today. . . It wasn't like Cas would be unwilling. Cas wanted to fuck him and Dean already knew he was kind of definitely bisexual so what was the point of denying this urge?
He was even resigning himself to getting into an official relationship with Cas so there literally was no point for the celibacy.
Dean grinned, already half-way through planning on rocking Cas's world today.
"I'm still a little tense." They'd spent the last thirty minutes in the Grace-connection and Dean felt a lot better. Cas had been telling him more stories about Heaven and his life there—How Gabriel and Balthazar would tease him for being so serious all the time. It was nice and Dean was already looking forward to the next time. Cas didn't usually talk about himself that much.
"Let me fix that." Cas spoke softly into his ear. Dean groaned when he felt Cas's thumbs drag up the center of his back, splaying out as he neared the top and rolling in the nicest fucking way. "Your back is in knots, Dean. I told you, you shouldn't work so hard." Dean melted against Castiel's touch because oh my God it felt so good. His back had been becoming a literal pain lately and Dean suspected it had something to do with being pregnant.
"Mmmm Cas your fingers are made of magic, aren't they?"
"No, but I can implement a little Grace into this, if you prefer." Dean sucked in a breath as suddenly Cas's fingers were all the right kinds of warm and it felt like it was just seeping into his muscles.
"H-Holy crap that feels amazing." Dean's eyes fluttered shut in bliss and he was being entirely supported by Cas's fingers now and the angel chuckled, kissing Dean's neck softly as the hunter threw away any and all inhibitions. He was going to worship those hands, build a fucking shrine for them because goddamn, Cas was turning him into a pile of putty quite literally in his hands and Dean didn't stand a chance.
After just ten more minutes, Cas worked through every knot and stiff muscle Dean didn't even know he had. Dean turned, wrapping his arms around Cas's shoulders and leaning down to kiss him slowly, feeling oddly affectionate after that wonderful massage. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's waist underneath his green flannel and pulled him close, deepening the kiss. After a minute or so of making out, Dean pulled back a fraction of an inch, his voice already husky with lust.
"My back hasn't felt this good in years." Dean pressed his half-hard erection tightly against Castiel's body. Dean was pleased to find out he wasn't the only one hard. He kissed the angel again, burying his fingers into that mop of dark hair as he ground their hips together slowly. "Mmm. . ."
"Ah, Dean wait—" Dean couldn't believe Cas just told him to wait. Dean licked into Cas's mouth dragging his tongue along Castiel's, enticingly long, slow strokes. Cas moaned into his mouth, licking back, sucking onto Dean's tongue before pushing Dean back, breaking the kiss. Cas's blue eyes were burning with lust by then. Even though Castiel was the one who stopped the kisses, the angel was still pressing his hardening cock against Dean's, thrusting up into it. Dean thrust back, spreading his legs to give Cas better access. The angel groaned, burying his face in Dean's neck. "It's hard to control myself around you. . ."
"Control yourself? Why would you need to do that?" Dean asked innocently, pressing his hand against the bulge in Castiel's sweatpants—Or rather Dean's sweatpants, since Castiel didn't have any other clothes than his trench coat and suit, they shared clothes. He wrapped his fingers around the shape of Cas's dick, noting with a smirk that he wasn't wearing underpants.
"B-Because you haven't been particularly wanting in that area and I thought maybe with the baby you didn't want it. . . I don't want to push you into anything you don't want." Dean laughed.
"Are you kidding me? Cas does it look like I'm not in the mood?" Dean gave him a nice hard squeeze and Cas bucked involuntarily into his hand and bit his lip. It was so fucking adorable. Castiel swallowed thickly as Dean's hand rubbed him up and down nice and firmly, his blue eyes dark with lust. The way he looked at Dean was so indecent, like Cas wanted nothing more than to lick every inch of Dean's body. Dean shivered at the thought. "We haven't done it in a while. . . I was kind of hoping we'd do it again soon. You want it too, right. . .?"
Dean backed him up until Cas had no choice but to sit down on the couch. He crawled on top of the angel, sitting tightly against his hips. Castiel groaned, hands gripping onto Dean's waist like he couldn't decide whether to push Dean away or draw him closer. Dean bit his lip as he felt Castiel's hands move from his hips to cupping his ass over his jeans. Cas squeezed firmly, pressing Dean into him and grinding up, hissing when he felt the growing hardness there. "Dean I want. . ."
"What do you want?" Cas made an impatient noise, pulling the hunter flush against him, grinding his hard cock into him, fingers tracing the seam of his jeans between his cheeks firmly. Dean flushed, bending down so that his lips were brushing against the angel's ear, breathing hotly against it. He spoke lowly and huskily as he rolled his hips down into Cas's, loving the hot friction on his dick but wishing there weren't so many clothes separating them. He couldn't remember getting so hard so fast. "Cas, tell me." Cas moaned, nuzzling his lips against Dean's face.
"I want. . . intercourse. With you." It was so serious, so sexy and it was just the funniest fucking thing Dean ever heard anyone say. Dean choked on his spit, giggles erupting from his throat. Castiel looked confused but it was forgotten as Dean kissed him hard, pressing his tongue inside and playfully swiping at Castiel's before pulling back. He looked into the angel's eyes and smiled. Cas frowned. "For some reason I feel as though you are laughing at my expense." Dean grinned wider, and if he didn't know better, he'd say the angel was pouting. "I don't know how to use slang terms like you do," Cas grumbled. "Technical ones are the safest option." Dean smiled, cupping the angel's face and kissing him softly this time.
"'s kinda cute, I guess." Dean rolled his hips letting Cas feel just how unaffected his hard-on was by the mechanical terminology, maybe even reinforced. He winked. "See? No complaining downstairs." Castiel narrowed his eyes suspiciously, staring into Dean's eyes as though trying to solve a mystery.
"Why would you find my ineptitude of verbal intimacy arousing?" Dean stilled, pausing his gently grinding hips as he wondered about that. Why indeed!
"I guess it must be a kink of mine or something." He decided, shrugging. Whatever, at least I'm not into sheep or something freaky like that. "It ain't just the words. You could probably say anything and turn me on with that voice of yours."
"Really?" Dean flushed a bit, realizing only now what he'd just admitted. He looked away.
"Yeah, probably." Castiel pulled Dean down by the neck and pressed his lips against his ear, rumbling lowly.
"I'd like to test that theory." All sorts of chills ran up Dean's back and he held on tightly to Cas's shoulder. Cas was running his tongue along the shell of his ear and kissing the sensitive skin of his neck. "Will you copulate with me, Dean?" Dean blushed all sorts of red because god damn. Nerd talk should not be so sexy.
"Y-Yeah."
"The conjoining of my phallus into your anal channel, you'd like that?"
"C-Cas. . ."
"Tell me you want that, Dean."
"Why?" Dean was almost whining because it was fucking embarrassing.
"Because I want to hear you say it." Cas was whispering into his ear now. Dean was moaning just from the words.
"God. . ."
"Castiel."
"C-Castiel, I want it. Want you. . . "
Castiel moved to kiss softly at Dean's lips and Dean pressed inside, flicking their tongues together, softly licking. It wasn't long until their soft kissing turned heated, Cas's tongue trying to taste everything it could reach. Dean moaned, pulling back with a hot suck to it. Cas groaned, eyes half-lidded and rolling his hips up into Dean feverishly.
He pushed Cas's legs apart, looking at the impressive tent there and palmed him firmly through his sweats, feeling Cas's cock filled out completely and fat in his hand. "You're so hot here, Cas."
Cas bit his lip, thrusting up into Dean's hand. Dean wrapped his hand around it, intrigued by just how hot it was even through the sweats and Cas was so hard. He felt a wet spot soaking through the pants and he chuckled. He could just imagine all the filthy things going through the angel's mind all said in overly large words but no less indecent. He felt his belt buckle being undone and before he knew it Cas's hands were sliding under his jeans and boxers now, squeezing his cheeks and tracing a finger up and down his crack. Dean blushed feeling his cock twitch because yes he wanted so badly for Cas to touch him there.
"I want to show you how much I love this part of you." Cas declared and Dean groaned because fuck yeah. It'd been way too long and he found he actually needed it. He needed Cas to shove his cock inside and fuck him into this couch right now—and so what if it made him gay or whatever. Cas liked it and there wasn't anyone around to judge him and so what if they did? There was a whole nother world of sex that Dean had studiously avoided and he was going to enjoy it now. Cock felt good and guys were. . .
Well Cas was hot.
Cas, or rather Jimmy Novak, had dark hair that didn't seem to want to make any sense and droopy blue eyes that burned holes into the hunter every time he watched him. Dean traced Cas's face, every line and every contour with his fingers. Dean couldn't really remember being attracted to any guy this way, well minus Doctor Sexy but come on that guy was a sexy motherfucker and Dean didn't care who you were. He had to hand it to him, Cas knew how to choose a vessel. Dean wondered if it was weird being attracted to this form when it was Cas that he was. . . Well whatever he was to Cas. Dean wondered if now that he could see Castiel's wings if he could see the rest of Cas's previous form.
He once said that he was the size of the Chrysler building and Dean's first thought after thinking about that now was ow. He was suddenly very grateful for Jimmy. Besides, Castiel was completely the owner of this body now. It was in the expressions of his face, the intensity of those eyes and the roughness of that voice. . . those things weren't Jimmy's and those were the things Dean liked most about Cas. He wasn't attracted to Jimmy Novak. He was attracted to Castiel.
Castiel moaned when Dean positioned himself face down on the couch, knees bent beneath him and spread invitingly and the sound went straight to Dean's cock. Cas made quick of his jeans, yanking them off boxers and all. He left them in a crumple on the floor by the couch. Dean flushed red, feeling kinda exposed because he could feel the cool air of the living room on his hole, but that didn't change how turned on he was. Cas was gonna do it now, slick him up with Grace and put his dick inside. . .
He was a little surprised when he felt Cas's fingers again.
"You know you can just use your Grace to do it. . ." Dean reminded him, a bit distracted by the finger sliding more firmly up and down between his cheeks, stopping to rub his pucker on every up-stroke. He shivered, the nerves jumping at the touch, excited for the attention. He looked back, breath hitching at the sight of Cas kneeling there, face flushed and panting, his eyes firmly glued to whatever he found so fascinating back there.
"You don't know the picture you make here, do you Dean?" Half-lidded blue eyes met his and Dean could see Cas's cock jump in his pants. The heat spread up to the Winchester's ears and he looked away, listening to that sultry voice talk about things he never knew about his body. "Your legs are white and soft from not seeing the light of day, strong and gorgeous like the rest of you, spread so that I can see everything. . . Your hole is pink and there are freckles all around it. It looks lovely." Lovely. . . How could asses be lovely? He was a dude.
"Cas, even if anything about me is lovely, it's not gonna be my assho—" He stopped short, feeling the angel circling his hole with his finger, pressing against it playfully. The muscles in Dean's chest and stomach clenched as a wave of arousal hit him forcefully and he clenched the cushion beneath him when he felt Cas's hot breath on his hole.
"C-Cas. . ." Dean closed his eyes as heat gathered low in his belly. He pressed back against that finger. "C-Come on, dude."
He shouted, suddenly feeling the tip of something hot and wet slide along his crack. He instantly tried to pull away but Cas's fingers curled around his hips, anchoring him so that Dean had no choice but to stay there.
"Cas! Cas what the hell dude. . . That's gross man you can't just. . ." Dean's voice went smaller as Cas's tongue got braver, swirling around his tight hole. "Cas wait. . . Don't lick it. . ." Cas was licking him. He bit his lip, feeling the tip of Cas's tongue swipe at his hole repeatedly, licking it like a kitten. He let out a shuddering breath, his cock hard and definitely excited at what was going on back there. Cas let his tongue swirl all around it before sucking on it with his lips and driving Dean insane. Cas was lapping at it now, tasting it, pressing his tongue hard against that tight muscle. Dean was trying his damnedest to control the sounds escaping his throat.
"It's been too long. You're so tight, Dean." Dean groaned when he felt the tip of Cas's tongue breach him slightly. "I'm going to spend a long time getting you ready today."
"Fuck! Cas. . ." Cas sucked on his hole again, coaxing the muscles back there to relax with his hot licks, letting the tip pull at it before pressing inside again. Dean moaned loudly, panting at the sensation because fuck. . . it was a little hard to be quiet with an angel's tongue wiggling around in your ass.
Cas was eating him out. . . putting his tongue in his ass and sucking it. . . It was dirty. It was wrong and it was so fucking sexy. Dean bit his lip, feeling the burning stretch when Cas put his tongue in deeper and deeper. Cas moaned, sending vibrations to places Dean never imagined he'd feel. Cas pulled back, leaving Dean open and empty and clenching around nothing.
"How does it feel, Dean?"
"Cas you're such a pervert. . ." Dean panted out.
"But you liked it. I can tell because you're making a mess of the couch." Dean looked down, seeing his cock bob in and out of a pool of precome on the couch, an indecent trail of it leading from his dick. Dean bit his lip, flushing at the sight in shame because Cas's tongue in his ass shouldn't feel so good. He shouldn't be wanting to feel it again. "I like the way you taste. . ."
"Cas!" Dean was an appreciator of sex but he was still kind of vanilla when it came to anal. He was starting to see what the hype was all about, but this was hitting completely out of his ballpark. Cas's words weren't even that bad but they sounded like a freaking porno to Dean at that point and it was making him feel like a blushing virgin on her prom night.
Didn't change the fact how fucking hot it was. His cheeks were on fire as Cas dove in again, braver now and his tongue literally moving in every direction and it was turning Dean's mind into mush.
"Ah. . .Cas h-how can you like that?" Cas pulled out, pressing a sweet kiss to it before speaking.
"When I do it, an entirely new range of sounds come out of your mouth." Dean moaned, feeling that tongue inside again, licking at his walls and fucking him.
"F-Fuck. . ." He felt Cas's thumb rubbing firmly between his balls before his fingers started rubbing that sensitive spot just behind them, licking inside him the entire time. Dean's eyes fluttered shut and he moaned. It felt so good. Cas's tongue was all sorts of naughty in all the right ways. Cas pulled out and Dean whined a bit, missing that hot tongue inside of him already.
"Does it feel good, Dean?"
"Y-Yeah. . . "
He could feel Cas grin before he could feel two fingers crawling inside of him. Dean let out a shout in surprise. "Oh, fuck." The stretch was unexpected and it hurt just a little but that sinful tongue just added to the sensation, flicking around his rim as Cas's fingers worked him thoroughly. "God, Cas you know what you're doing, huh?" He moaned as his tongue joined those fingers, adding a stretch in a completely different and not entirely pain-free way. "Shit. . ."
"It's so tight Dean. . ." Cas took out his fingers and pressed his tongue in his hole as far as it could go.
"It's good enough. . ." As much as Dean was warming up to the idea of Cas's tongue in his ass, he wanted to be fucked sometime in the next century. His cock was already purple and the couch may or may not have been beyond saving. "Cas come on. . .You wanna put your dick inside it, don't you?" He said, biting his lip, pressing himself back on Cas's tongue. Cas moaned, the sound doing things to Dean. Cas looked down, as though he hadn't even realized he had a body apart from his mouth and hands. He made short work of his shirt and pants, as his thick cock sprang free.
Oh God. . . Dean was gay. Definitely gay. ..
Cas's muscles were defined under his pale, slightly pink skin. His nipples were bright pink same as the head of his dick. His balls were heavy between his muscular legs and he was really everything playgirl wanted. Dean could see wetness forming at the tip of his long cock and he fought the urge to go and lick it off.
Lick it. . . Dean what the hell? Since when did you wanna taste cock?
"Cas come on. . . You're driving me crazy."
"Soon." Cas shoved three fingers in then, making Dean cry out in pain mixed with pleasure. It was such a tight stretch, the burn was amazing and he could feel lube on those fingers that came from absolutely nothing. Cas dug in deep, twisting and scissoring away, getting the hunter ready for bigger and better things. Dean spread his legs to get better leverage, but lost his balance completely when Cas hit his prostate.
Fuck. . . Had it always felt that good?
Cas held up his hip, anchoring the hunter as he tore the sense right from him.
Dean was moaning openly now, the angel not relenting on his assault on his prostate, rubbing and stroking it, thrusting his fingers hard against it.
"Cas. . . Cas. . . Cas!" Dean moved his hand to wrap it around his neglected cock only to have it swatted away.
"No touching."
"Cas . . ."
"I want this to last." Dean hissed when he felt that hot cock pressing against his tight rim, rubbing between his cheeks and Dean looked back, watching Cas's strained face. Dean bit his lip, feeling chills as their gazes connected before Cas pushed in, not looking away. He groaned, the breach of the head already so much bigger than his fingers. Cas shut his eyes, grinding his teeth and gripping Dean's hips so hard he would probably bruise.
It definitely hurt. . . But the pain was familiar enough that Dean wasn't bothered by it. Cas's. . . attentions had loosened up his muscles enough that it was more of a dull ache than anything. His cock still hung heavy between his legs, still leaking filthily everywhere, twitching as Cas filled him slowly, pushing in as far as he could.
"Nn. . . Dean you're so tight."
"Yeah. . . It's been a while." Dean groaned, pushing his ass back onto that thick cock. "Oh! Fuck yeah." It felt so fucking good, that hot thick muscle filling him up just right.
"We should wait a month and see what it's like next time." Castiel mused.
"No. . . No I don't think it would be much different. . . Come on now. Move."
"Right." Cas pulled back, almost pulling all the way out before snapping his hips forward again.
"Oh fuck. . ."
"Mmm Dean. . ." Cas set his pace, fucking in and out of Dean's tight heat. He seemed to favor pulling all the way out and quickly burying his dick to the hilt, which made the hunter see stars because it was shoved right up against his prostate. The slick, dirty sounds of Cas's dick pumping in and out were getting louder and it only served to turn the hunter on even more. It'd been so long since he felt this. There was no helping the desperate sounds escaping his mouth, no preventing the way he pressed back trying to meet Cas's cock every time he thrust in deep. He was panting now, his arousal flaring. Cas's cock filled him up so perfectly. He couldn't get over how fucking awesome it felt.
He felt his hard cock slapping against his stomach with every forward thrust and he cried out, wanting so bad to touch himself, or have Cas touch him. . . do fucking something. Every thrust was like a shock to his system, the tension building and building but never pushing enough to the edge. It was sweet, hot torture. He looked back at Castiel.
"Cas. . ." he moaned as Cas angled himself so he was hunched over Dean, kissing and sucking at his neck as he fucked into him hard and fast. Dean arched his back, pressing firmly against the angel's hips, eliciting a deep groan from him. He smirked, clenching his muscles down on that cock and making Cas moan.
"Mmmm, Dean. . ."
"Yeah? You like that?" He squeezed tighter, drawing raspy groans from his angel as he fucked himself helplessly into Dean. Dean blushed, doing it again. Cas fucking whimpered. "Shit. . . D-Does it feel good?"
"A-Ah yes. . . Dean it feels incredible. It's so hot and tight. . ." Dean braced himself as Cas pounded into him, pushing Dean down on the couch as he fucked him mercilessly. For some reason, the knowledge that Cas was feeling good did wonders for Dean's ego and it turned him on so hard that Cas was having a hard time keeping control.
"God yeah, just like that. . ." He moaned as Cas sped up, pounding into his prostate.
Cas laughed against his ear, the sinful sound making his cock pulse with need. Cas hiked his arm under Dean's leg, flipping him onto his back while still buried inside. He pushed in until he couldn't anymore at an angle before he stilled, spreading Dean's legs widely and stroking his thighs. Cas leaned down, kissing Dean hotly, tongues wrapping around each other. Dean wrapped his arms around the angel's neck, willing him to flatten himself against Dean's torso so there would be at least some friction, even if it was only his dick sandwiched between their bodies.
The kiss was hot though. . .
As their tongues played with each other, Cas's hips surged forward, never really pulling out, but making Dean moan into his mouth all the same. Cas pinned Dean's hand's to the sides of his head as they fucked—Every pull of his cock dragging sinfully against Dean's prostate and he clenched tightly around him with each thrust. A powerful heat was building between them, now. Their movements were synchronized and each served to bring the other to the precipice of their pleasure. Dean was panting hotly, going crazy with the sensation.
"Dean you're so beautiful like this." Cas's eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at him.
"C-Cas." Dean looked away, wanting to dispute that statement but not wanting to ruin the moment.
"Not just physically." Cas was breathless as he spoke, but he kept on. "You close yourself off, pushing down all your troubles, but when you're delirious with pleasure you're the most open and honest person in the world. You're green eyes just glow and it's beautiful." Dean breathed heavily, heart clenching at the word as it was so easily said again. Dean wasn't stupid, he knew he was attractive physically but he'd always assumed the ugliness inside would reflect outside and how could anybody want someone like that long term? But the way Cas called him beautiful felt like it was more than skin deep and he felt tears pricking at his eyes because fuck. . . Cas knew him inside and out and he still liked him. Still loved him. "Sex, for me, isn't dependent on my physical pleasure. Seeing you like this is what makes me come." Dean cried out, feeling like he could come from that sentence alone, but then Cas shifted Dean's hips a bit and managed to penetrate even deeper.
The pressure on his sweet spot was never let up and Cas drove into it with sharp jerks as he had Dean pinned to the couch, kissing him and whispering sweet words as they fucked. He wanted to tell Cas the same. . . Maybe he could get off on physical pleasure alone but every orgasm with Cas had been his best ones and it was simply because he loved watching Cas feel good—Loved seeing the angel lose control and show him that passion that was buried just below the surface. It had always been that way.
He wanted so badly to tell him that, but he couldn't.
"Dean. . .I know your body and you're so close. . . you're clenching around me and it feels so good." His voice was rough now. Dean moaned into Cas's mouth as he felt a strong hand wrap around his cock, stroking it in time with each powerful thrust. "I'm buried all the way inside of you, do you feel it?" Cas whispered into his ear. He pulled out all the way and slammed his dick right back in, thrusting deeply before doing it again and making Dean's body arch as he hit his prostate head on just like he owned it.
"Yeah, Cas. . ." He breathed against his angel's lips. "So good. . . You feel so good, man. So fucking close." He buried his fingers in dark hair and threw his head back. Dean could hear the wet slick sound of Cas's dick pounding his ass and it turned him on impossibly more. Cas's hand sped up as he stroked Dean's cock, thumbing the sensitive slit and squeezing the top. Dean looked straight into his eyes, his angel's eyes as the coil in his belly started to tighten and he cried out, body shaking as he was pulled closer to his orgasm. "Cas. . .A-Ah I'm gonna. . .Fuck!". Dean clutched at the angel's shoulders, pulling the angel close and pressing their foreheads together. Cas was looking back at him, mouth open and beautiful blue eyes dark with lust as he pumped Dean's cock quickly, fucking him hard and fast and striking deep inside of him just perfectly. Dean jerked, moaning as he could see the hot pleasure tightening the angel's face. Cas's was moaning deeply now, his cock throbbing inside of Dean's ass. It was all so much. . . too much and Dean was coming. He could feel the heat in his balls push up his dick and fuck.Pulse after pulse of come spilled all over the angel's hand. Cas fucked into him deep, moaning against Dean's lips as he reached his own high. Dean could feel every throb and it was just so hard. He wouldn't last more than a minute now.
"D-Dean. . . I'm. . . uhn. . . I can't. . ." Castiel pumped heavily into him, his thrusts jerky and uneven. Dean stroked his back, squeezing tightly around Cas's cock as he reached ecstasy. Dean shivered as he felt Grace tingle over his skin, the lights flickering in the room, but at once they stopped. No broken bulbs this time. Awesome.
"That's right, Cas, let it go." Cas bit his lip, huffing in a wrecked manner against his neck, his hips jerking forward into Dean's ass, spilling everything he had into it. It was hot and suddenly very wet and Dean grimaced just a bit at thought of the mess he'd have to clean up but he didn't have the heart to tell Cas to pull out. Besides, if he were perfectly honest with himself, it was a little hot knowing he was full of Cas's come. It may or may not have triggered a few more spasms in him just thinking about it. Dean grinned as Cas's didn't cease for a good few minutes, that hot dick still spurting its seed deep inside of him. Dean clenched around it, milking everything out of it. "Mmm. . . Is it that good?" Cas moaned, kissing Dean as Cas fucked him slow and deeply, dragging out the last of his orgasm.
Cas slumped over him, body suspiciously lacking sweat unlike Deans but hot all the same.
"There are no words." Dean grinned smugly.
"I'll take that as a yes." Cas's dick was pulled out with a wet sound and Dean grimaced at the feeling of come leaking down his crack. Dean patted Cas's back for the angel to get up but Cas merely wrapped himself more securely around Dean, assuming the cuddling position. "Are you serious?"
"I have to. . ." Dean rolled his eyes, relaxing into Cas's embrace and trying to ignore the stickiness and sudden coldness of the room.
"Man you could father an army. The couch is ruined."
"I can easily remedy that. I'm an angel." Dean snorted.
"An angel that needs to cuddle. How threatening is that?"
"I can be very intimidating, Dean. You know that." Dean felt Cas's shoulders shift and he imagined Cas's wings spreading out threateningly. Dean chuckled. Leave it to him to get saddled with a peacocking bird-man.
"I can imagine you comparing your wing sizes up there."
"You would be surprised at how common it is." Castiel confirmed.
"Are you for real?"
"I'm very real." Dean laughed that time.
"Oh my God. Who has the biggest wings? Michael?" Dean thought he felt Castiel smile against his neck.
"Even my wings are bigger than Michaels." Dean laughed.
"Now you're just bragging!" Dean hit him on the back, playfully.
"Gabriel has the biggest wings." He said plainly. "But mine are the only black ones."
"That's awesome."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, your wings are awesome. You should totally let them out more." There was a displacement of air and suddenly Dean was shrouded in black. Dean was met with a mouthful of feathers and he sputtered, wiping them away from his face. He laughed as some of the feathers tickled his sides. Cas was smiling and they stopped moving. Dean started stroking the feathers; It was like a waterfall of black silk and it was gorgeous. Dean only wished there was some sunlight so he could see all the other colors of Cas's wings. "Why do you keep them hidden? It's not like they're gonna burn out my eyes anymore."
"I keep them concealed because they can be a hindrance when there are so many things to topple over." He bit his lip, watching Dean gently running his fingers through the inky black feathers, making Cas shiver under his touch. "If you want to see them, you need only to ask." Cas muttered, spreading his wing to give Dean better access. Cas lay his head on the hunter's chest and allowed Dean to straighten out the feathers, grooming him.
"Do they always get messed up like this?" Dean wondered aloud.
"Only after a lot of physical activity." Dean felt just a little smug at that.
"Can't you straighten it out with Grace?"
"I can." Castiel acknowledged, but said no more. Dean smirked. Why wouldn't Cas take advantage of a free petting?
"So what? I'm your personal groomer?" He could feel Cas smile against his neck and that was okay. Dean liked touching Cas's feathers and it was kind of awesome being the only one able to do this, the only one Castiel let touch him like this. He raked his fingers through each plume, massaging the delicate skin of the wrist and axillar.
"Mmmm. . . " He felt Cas groan low in his throat and it reminded the hunter of a cat purring. A very big cat. Cas was kissing his neck softly now and Dean chuckled at just how affectionate the angel was getting just by being touched like this.
"You're enjoying this too much." Cas chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Dean's lips and pulling back to look into his eyes.
"I love it when you touch me." Dean blushed, trying hard not to analyze all of the implications of that statement. Me as in Cas's true form. He looked away from those piercing blue eyes, fingers tightening in black feathers.
"Y-Yeah well I just really like your wings so don't go getting excited."
"Of course, Dean."
"Dean don't you think water is better than coffee?" Dean rolled his eyes, biting his pencil because he just had one more word to find in this crossword puzzle. Cas would pick that moment to start bitching too. Dean decided that the 'pretending I didn't hear you' method would have to suffice. He sipped his blackest-black joe and started scanning the page for multitudes.
It lasted almost a minute.
"Dean. . ."
"What, Cas?" Dean scowled in Castiel's direction, really not in the mood for a lecture. Castiel sighed, standing up.
"At least drink as much water as you do coffee." Dean put down his book and his coffee and sent a scathing look in the angel's direction. Cas sat on the blue striped chair in the corner, his posture rigid and lips pursed tightly. Castiel really was worked up about this thing, apparently. Dean wouldn't be able to ignore it.
"If my baby can handle Jack Daniels, I'm sure a little coffee won't hurt."
"Yes, but you need to stay healthy, Dean. I'm not just worried about the baby. Caffeine is a dehydrator." He paused, looking away. "Water will offset that at the very least. It's also one of the most effective ways to avoid stretch marks—" Dean shook his head, his entire being halting at those two words.
"Stretch marks?!" Dean shrieked.
"Yes, your belly is going to be growing at a very fast rate. Skin is very elastic but it can only handle so much stress. But don't worry too much about that, because I—" Dean was in the kitchen before Castiel could finish. There was no way Dean Winchester was getting stretch marks!
"Water it is! " The kitchen was a little cool as he walked into it and he noticed his hips were aching slightly.
Well you are supporting a baby on top of them. . .
Dean sighed as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it up with water. Apart from the whole vomiting thing, he was hoping he wouldn't start getting aches and pains until he started getting bigger. Because he would, wouldn't he? It wasn't like Dean didn't know how pregnant people ended up—Belly sticking disproportionately far out and hobbling all over the place like a backwards turtle. Dean supposed he would eventually, too.
He rubbed his belly as he walked back out to the living room. It was hard and protruding still very slightly. It shouldn't really have been that much of strain on his hips. He didn't think he was gaining that much weight. . . Maybe they would get a scale the next time they went into town.
Dean stood in front of Castiel and drank half the glass down in one gulp, watching the angel the entire time. Castiel blinked as Dean set the glass down on the end table next to the crossword puzzle book. Dean picked the book up as he sat down and looked at Castiel's dumbstruck expression.
"What?" Dean demanded. Castiel looked away, still looking very confused.
"I didn't think you were going to actually listen to me." Dean snorted, picking up his pencil and hunting for the word that eluded him.
"Small miracles, huh? Like I want to have stretch marks." Castiel opened his mouth as though he were about to comment on that before shutting it, shaking his head and smiling.
"Some mothers view their stretch marks as homage to their battles during their pregnancy." Dean narrowed his eyes.
"I don't need to be reminded about peeing every hour of the day and having Sam-strength gas." Dean didn't need to look up to know Castiel had a smug grin on his face. Castiel was always looking out for him, never mind the fact that he could be downright annoying about it, but Castiel was always worrying about Dean's health. Dean supposed he couldn't fault the angel for that. Dean was growing his baby inside his belly right now, after all.
Speaking of which. . .
Dean put his crossword back onto the end table, fortifying his will for the conversation that was about to take place. "Cas, we need to talk. . ." Castiel tilted his head.
"I hardly think that to be something we would necessitate seeing as we do it often enough." Dean shook his head, his fists clenching because how the fuck was he going to start this conversation?
"No, I mean. . . It's something important we need to talk about." Cas narrowed his eyes and tilted his head in confusion.
"Why didn't you say that, then?" Dean glared at him and Cas shut his mouth instantly, the receiver of that dangerous gaze one too many times to know by now when to shut the hell up. Dean let the heat fall from his glare and his shoulders slumped. He rested an elbow on the arm of the couch and ran his fingers through his short hair.
"We're going to be having a baby." Dean stated.
"Yes. Either a boy or a girl." Dean's heart started to pound in excitement at that, but he stayed on track. He couldn't lose his nerve half-way through.
"Right. . . And we've agreed that we're going to raise it. . . t-together, right?" Castiel nodded.
"Yes. . . I believe we've established this." Castiel drew his eyebrows together and that worried frown appeared between them.
"I mean this thing we have." He gestured vaguely to the space between them, not looking at Cas. "Whatever this is. . . I know it's nothing like what I used to do with girls at the bars. . . Those didn't mean anything at all because I knew most likely I would never see their faces again. They weren't anything. They literally meant nothing." Dean grappled for an explanation, "We fucked and then they left, but with you we fuck and you stay. . . You know? That's not nothing, you see?" Castiel shook his head and Dean put his face in his hands, feeling it burning hot because fuck! Why did he have to have this kind of conversation? "Look I've been with a very small amount of people that wanted anything to do with me past sex and even they didn't compare to this whatever we have going on. . ." Castiel was silent for a moment before he spoke, his voice careful as though not to anger a wild animal.
"Dean I'm not quite sure where this conversation is leading."
"What I'm talking about is the kind of relationship that means we don't see other people. . . the kind where we share just about everything and we live together and stuff."
"A romantic relationship." Dean blushed.
"Yeah that. . ." Castiel nodded, tilting his head at Dean in that cute puppy dog way.
"Now what about it?" Dean swallowed because seriously, Cas was going to make him say it, wasn't he? That bastard, he probably knew exactly what Dean was getting at. Dean ground his teeth together.
"This" he gestured again between them. "This thing between us is. . . I mean I know I'm not very good at navigating relationships but it seems like that's what this is. . . well it's becoming something, you know. . .?" Castiel's expression took a hard edge and his shoulder's shifted irritably.
"Dean. . . You've already told me how you feel about that. I don't need you to tell me again how you don't want there to be anything like that between us." Castiel stood up and strode to the doorway. Dean shook his head, going after Cas.
"Cas, that's not what I—"
"I need some air." Castiel opened the door and froze, staring up at something and Dean frowned because what the hell?
"Cas?" Dean walked behind him and froze when he saw not what Castiel was staring at but who. Long hair and taller than any natural human. . . "Sammy. . ." Dean's voice was barely above a whisper as the panic rose up in his chest because how could he forget. Of course Sam had known where they were. Of course Sam would findthem and it only occurred to Dean just how much danger he'd been in this whole time.
Sam stood there with a frown on his face, looking from Castiel to Dean in an instant. Relief flooded his features as he laid eyes on Dean, and no sooner did sadness replace it.
"I thought I'd never find you."
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