Hello again readers! I must say I have not had much practice writing smutty-ish stuff so I am very nervous about posting this. I must have gone over it fifteen times. It is not too graphic like I promised, but still... please tell me what you think. I don't have much practice with this kind of thing, sorries. Thanks everyone for reading this story! It's probably almost over, unfortunately. Well, here you go! :)
Dean was surprised at how normal life went on after everything that happened. He was glad that his Sammy didn't seem sad that Gabriel wouldn't be seeing him for a while. In fact, he was pretty upbeat lately. Dean thought Sam was happy for him, seeing him with Cas. The angel really made Dean happy, and he thought that made Sam happy.
Things went on like normal, hunting things. But sometimes things settled down, and those were the days Dean loved. Like tonight.
The three of them were settled down on the couch, watching one of the older "Star Wars" movies. Sam had nodded off to sleep a while ago, and the two of them watched in silence as the light from the television illuminated their faces, Cas liked to hold Dean's hand as Dean's other hand dug among the buttery popcorn bowl.
That was one thing Dean learned quickly once he'd gotten involved with Cas. That the angel didn't mind the silence, in fact he almost preferred it. Dean liked that not every moment had to be filled with a voice.
"Would it burn my eyes out to see them?" Dean spoke up after a long, silent spell. He watched a few jedis battling each other on screen.
" I mean, I saw Henry's that one time he was protecting James, right?" Dean asked, keeping his voice a little hushed, as Sam was already fast asleep and draped on the armrest.
"You mean my wings?" Cas asked, a little embarrassed as a pink flushed on his cheeks. "I mean, you've never asked about them before."
"And I wasn't your boyfriend before either," Dean chuckled. "So could I? You know, see them?"
Castiel nodded. "I could show them to you, yes." He looked a little embarrassed still.
"I mean, Cas, if you're not ready for that, man, I totally understand. We can take things slow." Dean felt a little bad. "You can set the pace here, Cas."
They hadn't really done much yet, and Dean actually liked it that way. It felt so much nicer taking it slow, something he'd never gotten the chance to do before.
The angel shook his head. "It's not that. If I bring them into this dimension I might...I don't know the appropriate word for it. Leak."
Dean brought his eyebrows together. "Leak..?" He asked. "Leak what?"
"My..." Cas shook his head. "Never mind. It's embarassing."
Dean got a sad look on his face and pulled forward, giving him a soft kiss and taking his hand, holding it up to his chest. "You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me. I promise."
"I...ever since we've been together, my reproductive glands realized it is time to begin producing oils." He answered. "They're..very full at the moment."
Dean realized. "Shit. Cas, have I been angel blue-balling you?"
Cas reddened. "I don't know what that means."
Dean cleared his throat. "These..uh, glands. What's up with them? Do they like, have to be emptied?"
"The oils serve many purposes. Scent of another angel's oils increases fertility, it gives our feathers a healthy sheen that tells other angels we already have a mate. We also use it on fledglings to keep their skin healthy and nuture budding wings." Cas hesitated before continuing. "It..does need to be drained. By one's mate."
Dean snuck his hand around to hold the back of Cas's neck. "Is it hurting you?" He asked gently. "You don't have to lie to me, Cas."
"They are more swollen then they should be." He answered. "A small bit painful."
Dean frowned. "Why didn't you tell me before, sweetheart?"
"I thought you would think it's strange." Cas admitted. "They do hurt, Dean. A lot." He admitted again.
"Well, let's get you taken care of then, huh?" Dean smiled and kissed him, wrapping his arms around his torso as Cas locked his ankles around Dean's back. Dean lifted him up and carried him to their (that's right, their, and he wasn't ashamed of it anymore) room.
The bed dipped as they both dropped on top of it, Cas's breathing was hitched when he realized what this might mean. He knew that once his oils were released for the first time by his mate, it was virtually impossible for him to stay a virgin anymore. Even if he somehow resisted with his body, which was highly unlikely, he'd definitely lose his grace's virginity, as it would reach out and find its other half, looking for that someone to share grace-union with.
"Let's see those wings, Cas." Dean rubbed the tip of his nose into a pale spot on Cas's neck, kissing the same spot, brushing over it with his tongue and sucking, hard. Cas moaned and his back arched a little.
His heart was pounding. They'd shared their first kiss close to a month ago, and he didn't know if he was ready yet.
"We don't have to go all the way." Dean's voice was slow and just on the cusp of a whisper. "Just let me help you with those oils."
Cas felt a shiver down his spine. He tensed and pulled his wings into this dimension with a noisy flap. His wings were already stiff and the tips were curled, the senstitve areas where his glands were located were open and inviting Dean to take them. The gigantic black feathers twitched in anticipation. Cas felt blood pounding through his body from his heart. Touch me already. Empty me.
"Mmmmmm..." Cas moaned in pain, he felt oil swelling even more in his already overfilled pouches, the oil that was produced whenever he and Dean shared something intimate. "Dean..please..." He whimpered, the twitching of his feathers less subtle now.
Dean began running his fingers through the feathers, starting at the top and running slowly down, his pale fingers getting swallowed by the downy black, getting closer and closer to where his swollen glands were located. Cas stiffened as Dean's fingers came even closer.
"Here?" Dean asked uncertainly. Cas shook his head, his fingertips jittering. He was afraid the pouches might burst or tear if Dean didn't get to them soon. Dean kept searching, finally his fingertips brushed the swell, a bump under his raven feathers.
With the touch Cas felt a small amount, sticky, viscous and warm, leak from the small opening, the scent, oaky and honeysuckle-sweet, already in the air. "Here." Dean said in more of a statement, and he reached underneath the feathers and gently squeezed.
Cas felt the buildup of oils slip thickly over his feathers and onto Dean's hand, and he sighed in relief as he finally felt comfortably empty on this side, and Dean squeezed once more and the last of the warm oil gushed out onto his now-slick black feathers.
The scent hit Cas like a wall. It was so thick and sweet he could almost taste it, and it was doing funny things to him. His wings stretched all the way out, his feathers spreading, inviting Dean's fingers to run over them, he felt a heat pooling in his stomach and a swelling between his legs, pushing against the denim of his jeans. His grace began to swirl excitedly, the light opening and ready for another angel's light to enter it.
Dean hardly wasted any time emptying the next gland on his other wing, the oil from the previous one coated Dean's hand, clean moisture slipping over the dry feathers of this one.
"Dean," Cas breathed, his breath coming fast in his throat this time. "Dean, please." His wings curled up and arched around the human, pulling him down on top of him. Dean looked startled at the sudden move. Dean's arousal was pushing against Cas's through his boxers.
Green eyes met blue, and they said nothing. Cas only nodded, and Dean began working to take off his angel's shirt.
Cas's grace was swirling hotter and faster inside his body this time, as if it were angry that the expectant foreign grace had not entered into his yet. He felt it churning, getting itself ready to rise up and seek its mate instead of waiting.
Cas struggled to keep it down. He didn't want to frighten Dean with grace-union when he hadn't even explained to the human what it was yet, how angels reproduced when it wasn't an action of the flesh.
Dean worked up from his chest to his neck, kissing here and there, burying his nose just below his jawbone and sucking, brushing his tongue across the pale skin. Cas worked to quickly tug his jeans off, right when Dean finally landed on his lips again, sucking on the bottom one and flicking his tongue out over its surface before exploring deeper into his mouth.
Cas felt more oil gush from his glands again, coating his shoulders and wicking into the sheets.
"Hmm," Dean moaned, bringing his hand down from his ribs, slowly, slowly over his pale hips, leaving a sticky trail of warm oil in his hand's wake. "You sure, Cas?" He breathed, teasing him by keeping his slippery hand just over his bladder.
Cas nodded again, having to sacrifice a little bit of concentration as he struggled to keep his squirming, heated grace in check, just as Dean finally slid his hand all the way down, tugging down the elastic of his boxers, and began to stroke at first, but then pump, his hand moving even more easily with the coating of reproductive oil.
Cas felt his whole self brimming and ready to burst, all three from his glands to his dick and even his grace was begging for release from his body. Dean didn't know that he was going to feel the angel's very grace inside him, Cas hadn't warned him. But it was too late now.
"You can let go, baby. It's okay," Dean's voice was low and comforting as he continued to pump, Cas tense and trying hard to hold all three things in. "Let go."
Cas gushed all over Dean's stomach, his oils slicking all over Dean's and his shoulders, and there was a split second before his grace coiled up and burst all at once from his body, illuminating the room with a bright white as it surged into Dean's soul, hot, swirling, ready seek out and finally meet the soul of his lover.
Dean's yelling was swallowed up by the loud sound of the light as it pushed past his skin and bone and into his soul, Cas gasped and quickly reached up and grabbed Dean's neck, pulling his head into the space between his neck and shoulder so his eyes wouldn't burn out. He knew he only had a second before-
His grace touched Dean's soul, and immediately stopped on its river-rapid like advancement, and it instead stalled, calming itself and Cas finally got a grip once again on the rampaging light, harnessing and keeping it in check as it guided gently on.
Dean's soul shivered in recognition as Cas's light touched it again gently, breifly, asking sweetly for permission. Dean's soul remembered his grace. The wall it had put up to block the rampaging, out-of-control light hesitantly disappeared, and Cas entered with a small push.
Dean bit down on the tender area where the neck meets the shoulder, hissing out a breath as Cas pushed deeper into Dean's soul, wrapping around it, melting deeper into it, moving around curiously like it was looking around. So this will be my new mate. The light seemed to emote, and Cas felt an intense sense of relief and recognition as he explored farther, curling his fingers gently around the nape of Dean's neck. Dean's soul shivered as the grace had almost fully wrapped around it now.
"Hello, Dean." Cas's words just seemed to fall from his lips. This was the real, absolute core of Dean. He felt like saying hello, this was really only the second time he'd met his pure and total self like this. He felt that same feeling he had a long time ago when he pulled this same soul from hell, the feeling that he knew him utterly and completely.
"Cas, this is you?" Dean mumbled, finally completely understanding that Castiel wasn't that human underneath him, but was purely the light inside him and nothing else. "Cas.." He whispered, moaning out as his fingernails dug into Cas's back as the light began to unravel, bringing back into itself and getting ready to recede back into its own body. He pressed desparately to Cas's skin. "No-please- don't leave yet.."
Cas felt himself collecting up again, pulling away and separating from Dean's grace, receding like the pull of a wave as he ghosted over the bright, familiar soul. This was his now. He claimed it, he had wrapped around it tight and melted inside it. No one else was allowed this soul, Dean's soul. His soul.
Cas was exhausted when his grace finally pulled completely back into his body, both he and Dean were panting. "Cas?" Dean asked, alarmed when his angel's eyelids slipped closed and his sweaty chest began to heave in and out. "Cas, sweetheart, are you okay? Was that supposed to happen?!"
Cas gulped in breaths, barely managing to nod. "I'm sorry," He panted. "I..I didn't mean to. I tried to stop it."
Dean cupped the side of his face. "Don't worry. I'm okay, Cas." He looked at the angel's disheleved expression and understood. "I'm not afraid of you, Cas. I promise."
Cas frowned an blinked, looking away from Dean's face. "But you screamed. When my grace entered you." He covered his face in his hands. "Dean, we're different species and I didn't tell you that angel reproduction does not require a body and you screamed and I'm so sorry Dean I'm sorry-"
"Cas, shh, it's okay." He swept a lock of damp hair from his head. "It was because it..hurt a little. Just for a split second. That was why I yelled."
Cas looked even more guilty. "It hurt you?" His blue eyes shone innocently with guilt.
"I said for a split second. I feel fine now." Dean said, even thought his soul was throbbing a little even now, but it wasn't a bad kind of hurt.
Dean was quiet for a second as he looked into Cas's face. "You didn't tell me something about the oil, did you?" He asked. "'Cuz this stuff would probably make the nicest lube I've ever messed around with."
Cas blushed a little. "It..can be used for lubrication, yes." He stammered. Dean kissed him again and helped him to sit up, wrapping his arms around his neck as he kissed Cas in his lap. "I guess we'll have to find that out later, huh?" He breathed into his lips.
Cas simply pulled forward and kissed him back, he couldn't help himself as small, flame-like tendrils of light curled into Dean's open and inviting soul, which was still throbbing and burning hot from his touch, when Cas had claimed it as his own.
"Damn," Dean breathed when their lips pulled apart for a split second. "Angel mojo sex fuckin' rocks."
"Mojo sex?" Cas repeated, laughing a little as he pushed gently into Dean's soul and squeezed softly, Dean moaned out and bit down hard on his teeth.
"Dude. What else am I supposed to call i-" He interrupted himself with an almost embarrasingly loud moan, as Cas had now put in two little ropes of white flame, which pushed gently in and were swirling together. "Fuck. Stop teasing me like that."
Castiel smiled, and finally laughed. Dean smiled back at him as Cas pushed himself up on his knees, straddling Dean's lap, and played with a strand of dirty blonde hair. "What are you talking about?" Cas feigned innocence.
"Casss.." Dean warned playfully.
"Oh, you mean like this?" Cas pushed in again, trying a different technique as he didn't work on the surface of the soul but instead absorbed a small peice of grace into Dean's, the human soul absorbing it right in like water to a sponge.
"Fuck." Dean's eyes rolled back as he gripped the sheets. "Cas!"
Cas felt a buldge again as Dean bit down on his lip. "Shit. Finish me off. Cas, god, finish it."
He pushed hard with his grace, going much deeper than he meant to. Dean gasped and a wet spot seeped onto his boxers, his nails biting into Cas's back. The angel gathered himself and receded again, as Dean collapsed into the crook of his neck, panting.
"Damn," He said between breaths. "God, I'm going to be your little bitch from now on, huh? Let me tell you.." Dean breathed deeply, laughing. "I never thought soul-sex would feel...feel like that."
"Good or bad?" Cas whispered, a little uncertain. Did he hurt him just now, when he'd pushed a little too hard? He was worried if he had.
"Better than good. Awesome." Dean said back, kissing his lips softly before getting up. "We should clean up a little. And all this oil is all over us."
"Shower?" Cas aksed, hopeful. He loved showers. Dean said some people had shower-sex, but Cas didn't want to hear it. He just liked the kissing, warm water slipping over his lips and cheeks, and how smooth Dean's skin felt with a layer of warm water slicked over it. And when you climbed out and got a fluffy towel to wrap yourself in.
"Shower." Dean confirmed, laughing. "I love that you love showers."
Cas liked showers only second-best to the cuddling that came after one. It was the best when both of their skin was dry but still radiating slightly with heat and their skin was pink and warm. Cas liked to tease Dean by kissing his pink-with-heat back on top of the freckles, the cold tip of his nose making him twitch a little, and Dean would laugh. "Cas, stop! That's cold!"
Cas liked watching Dean dream once he'd fallen asleep, most of them featured him or James in some way. They'd transformed into much sweeter dreams than the stripper-filled ones he'd seen before.
Cas stepped into the tiled square and let Dean gage the water temperature as he stood away from the rushing water. Lastly, Cas liked to look at those tiny freckles on Dean's ass. But that was the one thing he'd never tell him.