Chapter 4. Caribbean Reef Octopi
Cas dreamed of Dean touching him. His hands were rough and it made his skin burn for more. "Yeah," Cas muttered, his voice thick with sleep.
"You like that?" Dean lilted.
"I like everything you do." Cas blinked his eyes awake. He realized with a start that he was only dreaming. Then a heavenly, wet, warm sensation latching onto his penis.
"Dean!" Cas gulped.
"Mmmhmm," came Dean's voice from under the blanket at his crotch.
A wave of ecstasy rolled over him and he clutched at Dean's head. "Oohhh!" he moaned, bucking his hips in reaction.
Dean pulled off, looking at Cas. "You kept rubbin me, smiling and basically beggin me to touch you...so here I am."
"I was not," Cas denied.
Dean wrapped his hand around Castiel's length. "Should I stop?"
"No," Cas growled.
"I could go back to sleep-"
"Dean!"
Dean giggled evily and went back to work.
"Uhhh, you have the cutest giggle," Cas said, clenching his teeth in bliss.
Dean giggled again, the vibrations making Castiel's entire body tremble.
"Oh, Dean, faster," he moaned, unable to keep still.
He bucked when he felt Dean's hand slide between his cheeks. He moaned when his thumb circled his hole, prodding.
"You might want to move," Cas said quickly, but Dean latched tighter, taking the eruption that blew Castiel apart at the seams, riding through the bucking.
When Cas was still, Dean crawled back up, kissing Cas until they both collapsed.
"You are amazing," Cas said low.
"You are bossy. I never would have pegged you for a take-charge kind of person in bed."
Cas laughed. "I'm used to being in charge. I was a garrison commander for many, many years."
"Well soldier," Dean said, "I hope you're happy."
"Happy? Oh, Dean...I have never been happier."
Several hours later, they got up, got dressed and headed for the kitchen. They both fixed cereal and began eating.
"So, Dean," Cas said, "are we going to tell Sam about...us?"
Dean turned to look at him, chewing slowly. "Yes. Absolutely."
Cas smiled, going back to his cereal.
"Are you gonna tell Gabriel?" Dean asked.
Cas laughed ruefully. "If I could find him, I would certainly tell him. He would be quite happy for me. For us."
After eating they took side by side seats at the table in the main library, back to researching.
Hours spent bent over books had driven Dean to get a whiskey bottle out. "For every one shot I have, you have ten," Dean grinned, wiggling an eyebrow.
"You are by far the least helpful partner to have," Cas said stoically, but Dean recognized it as a joke.
"I...am awesome," Dean grinned, sliding Castiel's shot glass away and grinning wickedly at a big coffee mug. Dean poured the remnants into a potted fern that was within arms reach. "Okay, one shot for me, one mug for you."
"Dean, it's like 4 in the afternoon," Cas sighed.
"That's impossible. We've been chained to this table for ten hours at least. Drink up, sailor."
Cas took the mug, winked at Dean and chugged it. "One."
Dean saluted his tiny glass and downed it. "One."
Cas suddenly took on a studious gaze, turning back to his book. "Numbers. Is this? Yes...this symbol is a 3."
Dean looked at where Castiel pointed. "And who is the most useful member of team free will?" No response from Cas made Dean drop into a blank expression. "Must be that handy hamster." Dean rolled his eyes and poured them each another shot.
"You do not have a hamster."
Dean nodded, dead panning, then shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Three what?" Cas wondered aloud. "I think this reads, bound on a molecular level three days...or is that three moon cycles?"
"Dude, that's a long freakin time," Dean moaned then leaned into Castiel's ear. "I mean, I kinda like it, but come on."
Cas tucked his chin, squirming away. "Stop," Cas growled with a grin.
"I heard stop," Dean growled into Castiel's neck, "but my dick swears you said go!"
"Dean!" Cas laughed, standing to escape Dean's mouth.
"Where ya goin?" Dean laughed, tugging the cuff that bound them.
"Away!" Cas laughed.
Dean teetered out of the chair, staggering after Cas. "You can't get away, Cas!"
"These damn handcuffs!" Cas laughed, his voice cracking.
"Quit bitching about the handcuffs," Dean snapped with pretend annoyance.
"Dean!" Cas tried to be stern, holding out a fending off hand. "I'm on to something!"
"I'll say, so am I." Dean charged, pushing Cas back two steps, hitting the wall with a thud.
"Dean," Cas said low with surprise as Dean pressed his chest against the other man's. They laced fingers, a challenging look growing between them. Dean softened, his arms folding and kissed Cas with an earnest heat. He pulled back and Cas followed his gaze to the wall above him. Dean let Castiel's hand go, reaching above his head, removing a candle from a rot iron sconce. "Here, hold this," Dean said off-handed. Castiel took the candle, watching dumbly as Dean lifted his shackled hand and threading a link down a hook on the sconce.
Cas locked eyes with Dean in surprise. "Dean!"
"I'm gonna teach you how to like your handcuffs!" Dean grinned, pushing his hips into Castiel's and getting the moan he so badly wanted to hear.
"I hate these handcuffs," Cas rumbled.
Dean's grin widened. "Is that a challenge?"
"One you will lose," Cas blinked.
"Okay," Dean nodded. "By the time I'm done with you, you will beg me to never take that handcuff off."
Cas jerked at the iron clasp, rattling it and blazing his eyes at Dean. "Try me."
Dean grabbed Castiel's pants by the waistband and smashed a kiss into him.
They froze hearing the unmistakable clink of the bunker door.
"Shit," Dean pulled back. They both started laughing and pushed and struggled to unsling the chain from the high hook.
It slid free and they turned to the feet descending the stairs. Cas hastily put the candle back in place.
They exchanged a ruffled but close-call look. "You are one lucky little bastard," Dean said low.
"Heh, but I'm your little bastard."
Dean gave him an endearing smile.
Sam and Garth rounded the corner, hands full of equipment.
"Glad to see you two still in one piece," Sam smiled. "What're ya doin?"
"Well, your brother was threatening to nail me on that wall," Cas smirked.
"Wow!" Dean baffled, "Now you learn how to make a joke!"
"Dean, chill," Sam soothed, obviously thinking Cas meant nailed to the wall rather than nailed on the wall. "We'll figure something out."
"Oh, I'm just biding my time here. It's I-can't-get-my-trench coat-on-so-I'm-gonna-cry here that is whining."
"Yikes!" Garth laughed, slapping Dean on the shoulder and receiving a cold stare for it. "The ole ball-n-chain getting ya down?" Garth laughed nervously.
"You have no idea," the cuffed set said.
"Whoa," Sam laughed. "We gotta get you two apart. Dean, I brought ya a present."
"Oh yeah?" Dean perked up.
"Yeah. Cas, can you come carry it down?"
Dean and Cas lumbered down the steps, Cas carrying a huge bucket of sloshing water.
"What the hell, Sam!" Dean bitched.
"Come on, Dean! You always wanted a pet," Sam laughed.
"That was you, moron!"
"Dean!" Cas warned.
"What, he whined for ten years he wanted a dog. A dog," Dean groused. "Like we could take care of a dog. We could barely keep each other alive!"
"True," Cas conceded.
"Dean, you're such a jerk," Sam complained.
"Bitch," Dean snapped.
"Asshat," Cas giggled.
"Bastard," Dean quipped.
Cas let out a throaty, ornery giggle.
They plunked the heavy equipment down.
"Again, Sam, I say, what the hell. What provoked you to bring two octopus here? You coulda left them at an aquarium."
"Octopi," Cas tossed in.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Sam brought you two octopi. Not two octopus."
"Listen ya little bastard," Dean quipped.
"I think you meant to say, thanks, Cas."
"Since when is Castiel funny?" Sam said quietly. "I think those cuffs are effecting you both."
"Really?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam said, looking at both of them. Dean is more mellow and Cas is more...of a smart ass. It's like you two are melding."
"What is this, Star Trek?" Dean teased and Cas laughed.
"Yeah," Sam nodded, "we gotta get those cuffs off."
Cas turned to Dean. "I would not describe you as mellow. At all."
Dean grinned conspiratorially.
The four men assembled a large aquarium tank in the main room. They worked together easily, Sam frequently glancing at the chained pair.
"Who wants to do the honors?" Cas asked, holding up the huge bucket of twisting legs.
"By all means," Dean waved.
Cas lifted the bucket, pulling Dean's arm along for the ride. Two Caribbean Reef octopi slid into the tank with a double plop.
"Wow. Look at 'em," Dean said, watching them glide tentatively in their new home.
"See! I knew you'd like 'em," Sam smiled.
"Yeah. Thanks Sammy. They're pretty cool."
"They are beautiful," Cas said quietly.
"I'm just glad we could save 'em," Garth grinned.
"Cool," Sam sighed, turning away, "so, I'm starved."
"Yeah, me too," Dean agreed, looking brightly at the group. "Dinner? On me. Let's go out!"
"You, uh, can't go chained up like that!" Sam scoffed.
"Come on, no one will notice!" Dean waved off the worry.
Cas raised an eyebrow, not quite believing.
"Okay," Sam nodded.
They piled into the impala, Dean adamant on driving. Cas had to slide over to the middle to allow the shackles their bond.
"You guys look like a couple," Sam laughed from the back seat.
"Shut it, Sam," Dean barked.
At the diner the next town over, Dean and Cas slid into one side of a booth, Sam and Garth on the other side. Cas had zapped his coat on and the sleeve hid his cuff. They ordered, their waitress way to busy to notice anything odd. They all sipped on beers, listening to Garth recount his story about the shape shifter he had had to kill and how he was stuck with the octopi.
"I think we should name them," Dean grinned.
"Absolutely!" Garth nodded, looking like he was ten years old.
The food came and Dean awkwardly handled his chili dog. Cas had opted for penne, easy to eat one handed.
"From here, it looks like you two are holding hands," Sam sniggered.
Cas blushed slightly and kept eating.
"Grow up, Sammy," Dean muttered. Under the table, he gave Castiel's hand a squeeze. Cas glanced at him and did a double take, grinning.
"What?" Dean asked, "you got somethin to say too?" His grin was amused.
"No," Cas laughed but was unable to stop himself. "It's just...you have chili...here."
Cas reached over and wiped Deans chin with his napkin.
"Wow," Sam laughed.
"Think that's funny, do ya?" Dean quirked at his brother.
"Yeah!" Sam laughed.
Dean looked at Cas with a twinkle in his eye so mischievous that Cas had to grin back. Dean locked onto those blue eyes, leaned in and kissed Cas full on the mouth. No tongue, but long enough to make Cas drop his fork.
"What the!" Sam squirmed in his seat like someone would see and they would all be busted. "Dean! Holy shit."
Dean and Cas separated, their eyes lingering a moment. Then Dean gave Sam the shittiest grin. Cas beamed proudly.
"What the hell." Sam looked at them with shock and suspicion.
"Aw, come on Sam," Garth said gently, "you had to know."
"What?" Sam and Dean said.
"Sure!" Garth grinned, "I thought as much a good while back. Just the way Dean would talk about you Cas."
Cas smiled at Dean.
"What?" Dean said incredulous.
"And then when I met you," Garth said to Cas, " I knew for sure just by how you two look at each other. That's love!"
"What! No!" Sam said, more incredulous than Dean. "This is those damn cuffs! They are messing with them!" Sam turned a serious and concerned look on the chained pair. "Dean, you are gonna be so pissed when this is all over."
"Dude," Dean dead panned. "I didn't think we were advertising like Garth says, but it's not the cuffs. I feel fine. I feel great!"
"Sure. Until we get them off and you freak out." His eyes slid over to Cas. "Cas, man, you know this is the cuffs, right?"
"I'm fairly certain it is not the handcuffs, Sam. We have had a bond for a long time."
"Well, I think it's wonderful," Garth said, raising his glass in a toast. Cas and Dean raised their beers and Sam just sat there with his mouth wide open.
"Fuck you, Sammy," Dean said tightly.
"Hey," Sam snapped out of his daze, raising his bottle, "whatever makes you happy, Dean! Cas! Just so everyone knows, I told you so, when those get cut off finally and Dean flips the fuck out."
"Sam, stop worrying. Dean and I," Cas tried to explain, "have fought these feelings for a long time. The cuffs just forced us to face some things. Confess some things."
Sam nodded, like he was listening to a toddler. Cas sat back with a slight worried look on his face.
Garth went his separate way, hugging the guys and congratulating them again.
Sam rode quietly in the backseat while Cas and Dean held hands up front. When they got home, Sam headed to the library, a determined look on his face. Dean pulled Cas around, into his arms before they went into the bunker.
"Hey, you look freaked."
Cas nodded, looking away. "What if he's right? What if the cuffs are changing you?"
"Firstly," Dean said, catching Castiel's eye and holding his gaze, "I coulda used a change like this a long time ago. Secondly, trench coats. That was way before this cuff latched onto me."
Cas nodded.
"Hey," Dean took Castiel's chin in his hand. "I do love you."
Cas tipped forward, kissing him. "I love you, Dean Winchester."
Dean hugged his angel tight, kissing him again. "I'm not gonna lie though, I am gonna fuck with Sammy over this."
"Sam is just looking out for you."
"Yeah, well, Sam is in for a big surprise."
They sat across from Sam as he held Castiel's notes in his big hand. "So you think there is a time limit to these cuffs?" Sam asked.
"I do," Cas confirmed. "What I can not figure out is three what. Days, lunar cycles. I feel certain it is not referring to years."
Sam laughed without humor. "And you are cool with this, Dean?"
Dean sighed. "We will know more tomorrow night. If they come off, goody goody."
"And if not!"
"So...I'm chained to an angel. I can think of a lot worse things to be chained to. You. A demon. Crowley. Anybody."
Sam flicked the paper in his hand, watching both men curiously. "So...you two just decided to hook up."
"It's more than that," Dean said, pouring himself a shot and Cas a mug of whiskey.
They clinked glasses and downed the liquid, feeling fire in their bellies.
"This is so crazy," Sam said, fisting his hand in his hair.
"Have a shot, little brother," Dean poured himself a shot, drank it, poured again and slid it to Sam. Poured Cas a mug and grinned.
Sam tipped the amber liquid down, keeping his eyes on Cas. Cas grinned, winked at Sam and downed his mug.
"See!" Sam pointed. "Since when does Cas wink!"
"Come on, Sam!" Cas giggled, the alcohol making him relax even more. "I feel free!" He raised his arms out, snagging Dean's along with his. "Okay, not quite free," his eyes slid to Dean's and they laughed. "Your brother is hot. And all mine."
"You guys are losin it!" Sam worried.
"Yeah," Dean grinned, lacing his fingers with Castiel's, "best thing I ever lost."
"Oh my God," Sam sighed.
"Get over it Sammy," Dean sighed back. "I did."
"Let's go to bed, you little bastard," Dean said, tugging Castiel's shackled hand.
"Whoa..." Sam said, eyebrows raised.
"What! No one was here to babysit us last night. We survived."
Cas blushed, grinning.
"Whoa!" Sam ran both hands through his hair, obviously wanting to say more. "I don't think you two should be alone!"
"Trust me Sammy, you don't want to watch."
Sam's eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open and Dean grinned.
"And ya might want to put some headphones on," Dean shrugged.
The cuffed pair stood, Cas grabbing the whiskey bottle and they left for Dean's room.
They laughed their way back the hallway.
"That's the most fun I've had in years," Dean laughed.
Cas turned to him as they entered Dean's room, "Then I did not do a good enough job last night." He tipped the bottle to his mouth, taking three long swallows.
"Oh, man," Dean said, taking the bottle and taking a swig, "that was beyond fun. That was mountain moving. Earth shattering." He plied Cas with a kiss, kicking his door shut and ramming the angel against it. "Now, where was I before my brother so rudely interrupted?"
"I believe," Cas said, kissing him, "you were going to teach me to like my handcuffs."
"Oh yeah," Dean sniggered. He pressed a more urgent kiss onto Cas, taking his mouth with demand. He lifted his mouth away, glancing down. "Take your clothes off."
"My-"
"You heard me. Make 'em disappear." Dean bit the side of Castiel's neck, working up to his ear, making Cas moan.
"Now," Dean demanded in his ear.
Cas waved his free hand and Dean sighed, rubbing his open hand down the now bare chest. "God, you're so hot."
Castiel's hips pushed forward, seeking friction from Dean. Dean pressed his denim clad hips firmly onto the sensitive bare skin, making Cas gasp. Dean eased back, his hand sliding onto the long, thick shaft that bobbed nakedly between them. "Mmmm," Cas moaned, gripping at Dean's back.
"Come on," Dean grinned, yanking the cuffs harshly and gently steering the man by his dick to the bed. He pushed Castiel down, straddling him on the bed.
"Let me take your clothes off, Dean," Cas whispered.
"No."
"But I want to feel you," Cas pleaded with his eyes so blue, his hips bucking up.
"You want to feel me where?" Dean said, into his ear.
"Everywhere..."
Dean giggled. He slid off, looking at the naked body he was chained to. With one finger, he ran it down the trail of hair, stopping when Cas reached for Dean. He snagged Castiel's free hand with his shackled one and pinned them above his head. "Ah ah ah," he grinned.
Cas looked at him with wide eyes.
"Now, where to start?" Dean mused.
Cas bit his lip, waiting with anticipation he had never dreamed of before.
Dean knelt down, biting at Castiel's neck and ear, back down his neck, trailing his collar bones and assaulting his chest, lingering on each nipple.
"Oh, Dean...please."
"Please what?"
"More. I need more!"
Dean grinned as Castiel's hips lifted, begging for attention.
"You'll get more when I say so."
"Uhhh," Cas whined, pulling his arms and Dean clamping down where they were pinned. Cas stopped pulling and Dean grinned wickedly. "Atta boy."
Dean sat up, leaning to his nightstand and pulled open his drawer, rummaging. He pulled out a bottle of lube.
Cas grinned, closing his eyes and squirming his hips.
"Do you want me to-"
"Yes!" Cas said, licking his lips.
Dean could not resist them. He leaned down, kissing his angel until Cas was practically writhing with want.
"So, liking those cuffs?"
"Hu, I could still throw you off and have you if I wanted to," Cas growled. Dean grinned, adjusting his confined dick.
"But you won't, cuz I say so. Right?"
Cas heaved a breath. "I won't," he whispered.
"Cuz you like it," Dean grinned, grasping Castiel's cock firmly.
Castiel's eyes flew shut and he moaned.
Dean stroked slowly. "I think you like it."
"Yeah," Cas moaned.
"A little rough."
"Yeah," Cas growled.
Spurred on by the raw reactions of his partner, Dean put his mouth on the throbbing cock, sucking slow and long.
"Ooohhh," Cas breathed out.
Dean pulled off, moving back to his mouth and kissing him. "Take my clothes off, you little bastard."
Cas almost laughed, waved and Dean was naked. Dean grinned at the amazing things he could do and how Cas let himself be controlled. "Keep that hand there," Dean ordered, pulling their shackled hands down so he could get closer to where he wanted to be.
"Oh yeah," Cas cooed.
Dean started sucking the waiting cock. He got between Castiel's legs, probing him to spread them apart. He yanked the chained hands and Cas moaned.
"You like 'em, don't ya."
"Maybe," Cas relented.
Dean went back to sucking, running his hand around his balls, then down under to his ass. He circled the hole, teasing. He grabbed a pillow, pushing it under the rocking hips. He lubed his fingers and slid one home slowly.
Castiel's body stilled then slowly moved again. "Dean," Cas moaned.
Dean moved in and out. It was something new and fascinating to both of them. Dean added another finger, taking his time, making Cas start to shake. He eased on sucking, changing to a swirling or tickle with his tongue. "You like that?"
"I'm- yeah," Cas panted, twitching his hips. Dean added a third finger and spread him slow and steady. "You know what I 'm gonna do to you, right?" Dean growled.
"Yes!" Cas panted, rocking his hips stronger. "Do it! I want you! So bad!"
"What do you want?" Dean said, lubing himself while Cas fell apart slowly.
"I want you, inside me. I want to touch you."
"Yeah?" Dean marveled at the fact that Castiel's free hand, while balled into a fist, still waited above his head for permission to move. "God," Dean muttered, "touch me." Cas sat up, both hands claiming Dean's head and kissing him frantic.
"Please," he panted.
"Lay back," Dean said without being bossy this time. "Let's see how we do."
Dean slid his fingers out and his cock rubbed at the hole. Cas lifted in anticipation and Dean pushed in gently.
"Oh, fuck," Dean muttered.
"Yeah," Cas whispered.
Dean slid forward, deep and steady and Cas panted. "Relax, Cas, let me in. I know it's what you want."
Cas threw his head back, letting a breath out. Dean felt the muscles relax and he slid out and in slowly. "Ho, man,"
"Move, Dean!" Cas panted.
Dean grinned seductively, "I will," thrust, "move," thrust, "when I," thrust, "want to," thrust.
Lust and need engulfed them both. Dean moved his shackled hand, dragging Castiel's with it.
"Dean!" Cas gasped.
"Go on," Dean smiled wickedly, thrusting again.
"I love...these handcuffs," Cas moaned, grabbing onto Dean's waist.
"That's what I been waitin to hear," he moved with sudden vigor, grasping Castiel's cock and stroked it in fast rhythm with his thrusting.
"Ohhh," Cas writhed, "yeaaaahhh!"
"Come on, baby, cum on me, cuz I'm gonna cum in you so hard!"
They both moaned out in ecstasy, writhing and bucking. Dean collapsed and Cas cradled him, both shaking and sweaty.
"My God," Dean muttered.
Cas tipped his chin up, kissing Dean over and over.
"Oh, Dean," Cas huffed.
Dean pulled out, jerking with orgasmic sputters and fell beside Cas.
"That was,"
"Yeah."
They snuggled in, covering up and kissing dreamily.
The next day was spent in a long series of Sam nervously observing the unfamiliar behavior of his closest friend and brother.
As evening came, they finally gathered at the table they had been referencing at.
Soon would be three days since the cuffs had clamped onto Dean. So if the three meant days, it should release.
Sam kept checking his phone for the time.
"Well, thank God I wasn't cuffed to you," Dean sighed, "cuz I woulda strangled you by now."
"Well, you wouldn't have been in my pants, that's for sure," Sam assured.
"Gross!" Dean said with disgust.
"I want to just say," Sam said, not making eye contact, "that if this thing between you two is real, then I'm happy for you both."
Cas smiled and Dean nodded slowly.
"And when shit hits the fan, like I expect, you two have to swear you won't kill each other."
"Sam," Dean said impatiently.
"More importantly," Sam continued on, "what will we do if the cuffs don't come off?"
"I may have to seriously search for Gabriel," Cas said sadly.
Author note- only one chapter left! Hope you are enjoying!