Ok, so this story got away from me a bit. The next chapter is the last one. Hope you are enjoying your time in the bunker!
Chapter 5. To Tangle With Octopi
Time ticked on slowly and Dean fidgeted. His mood had degraded as the day went on. Just as panicky thoughts of what kind of commitment he was making with Cas would come to a head, Cas would give Dean a look or squeeze his hand. Would the cuffs come off? And what then?
Their guestimation of the time passed. Half an hour past the ballpark window and Sam opened a book to start searching.
"Fuck," Dean said, standing.
"Calm down," Cas said calmly.
"Come on!" Dean yelled. "This shit needs to end! I won't make it three months." His gaze traveled to the kitchen doorway.
Cas followed it and looked back to Dean's panicking face.
"Dean, no."
"I don't care how strong you are," he said determined, "I will cut my hand off."
"Dean!" Sam snapped.
"I gotta get out!" Dean started desperately pulling at the cuff, his wrist looking red and angry. He had been sufficiently distracted, waiting, just knowing he was going to get out of this...and it wasn't happening!
"Dean," Cas soothed.
Dean started heaving for air. "Get it off!" He tried to slam the cuff on the edge of the table, but Cas intercepted, holding Dean tight.
"Not like that, Dean!" Cas said firmly.
"I gotta!" Dean panted, sweat trickling down his forehead. "I just really thought they would come off!"
"I'll do it!" Cas assured him. "I can heal faster! Dean breathe."
"What's all this now?" Came a voice that nearly made Dean cry.
"Gabriel!" Cas snapped.
"Little bro!" He grinned.
Dean stopped fighting, taking a steadying breath. "You dick!"
"Always with the pet names, Dean-o!" Gabe laughed.
Cas stepped forward, hugging his brother one-armed, holding Dean at bay with the other.
"We knew this was your bullshit, Gabriel!" Dean scoffed.
"Oh, did you now? Then why the panic?" Gabe grinned.
"Gabriel," Cas said, holding his cuffed hand up. "Release us, please."
"Oh, Castiel. You always were my favorite. Have I ever told you that?"
"Gabe," Sam said, the archangel grinning even wider.
"Samwise the tall! How goes it?"
"Gabe, please," Sam said sternly.
"Alright," Gabriel waved him off, "but firstly, I want to know if my little experiment worked. Do tell. Any developments?"
Dean looked down-right feral.
Cas cleared his throat. "Yes, I believe you got your desired results."
Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows. "Soo..."
"So, I fucked your brother," Dean gritted.
"Dean!" Cas and Sam spat, both looking horrified.
Gabriel's face settled into a penetrating glare at Dean. "Wrong answer, smart ass." He snapped his fingers and Castiel's cuff sprung open and leaped to Dean's free wrist, cuffing him.
Cas took a breath of relief, rubbing his wrist. Dean's mouth dropped.
"You always do amaze me with your ballsy attitude," Gabriel glowered. Sam took a step and Gabriel held up a hand, Sam freezing on his own. "Not so fast, or I will make you your own set, Sam."
"Gabriel, stop," Cas said, a hand on Dean's shoulder as the man glared and heaved, his lips pursed tight in a monstrous bitchface.
"This may look like all fun and games," Gabriel said, pissed, "but let me assure you, I take my baby brother's happiness seriously. He deserves a lot better-"
"Gabriel!" Cas snapped now, jaw set and eyes flaming.
Gabriel looked between the two men. "Cassie, I know your feelings for this...human. But I can't for the life of me figure out if he even gives two shits about you."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Take them off!" Cas demanded.
Gabriel sighed. He looked at Sam, then Cas, then finally Dean. "I want to know what you learned in the past three days, Winchester."
Dean had to ungrit his teeth, opening his jaw several times before words would come. "I learned that I,"
Whatever was coming, was surely going to piss Gabriel off, so Cas interrupted him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Dean," he said softly, stopping him. They locked eyes in a moment of communication.
"Gabriel," Cas turned back to his brother with pleading eyes, "open the cuffs, you are making things worse."
Gabriel sighed, snapping his fingers, Dean's cuffs springing open and falling to the floor with a heavy metallic thud.
Dean closed his eyes, rubbing his wrists and heaving a patience-gathering breath.
His green eyes opened finally and locked with Gabriel's honey-brown eyes. There was no amusement in Gabriel's usually merry eyes.
"You fuck with my brother," Gabriel glared, "you break his heart, you get him killed...you will have me to deal with. And I promise you, you will beg it was Lucifer who had you and not me. We clear?"
"Crystal," Dean spat. Dean spun on his heal, storming out of the room. Sam side-stepped, then followed him.
Cas sighed and Gabriel shrugged a shoulder.
"What can I say, Cassie, you have shitty taste in mates."
"My tastes are my own," Cas snapped.
"Look," Gabriel relaxed, walking over to the reference table, flopping into a chair, "you two needed a push. You have waited for years. It was driving me crazy. So, I set a little trap to tie you two together to figure shit out."
"Dean is just angry," Cas explained.
"Dean's always angry. I mean, could you have picked more of a fixer-upper?"
"He's-"
"He released the darkness, Castiel," Gabriel said sternly. "He killed death. Not for you, for Sam. He put everything our father created at risk. Dad is a bit miffed, Castiel."
Cas hung his head in frustration. "You can be glad Dad's too busy to come after you himself. Lucy might get welcomed home warmly and you might get a one-way ticket to hell. Think about what you are saddling yourself with. He's a walking disaster maker!"
"He has given everything he has to save humanity! And yes, his brother! If our father wants the job done another way, than he can come do it himself! Until then, these two humans have been through heaven, hell, purgatory, to fix things that NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN ALLOWED TO BE BROKEN!"
Gabriel sighed. "Answer me this Cas, is he any kind of good to you?"
"Yes," Cas said emploringly, "yes, Gabriel. He loves me. He told me. We..."
"Did the horizontal mambo?" A familiar, though small, twinkle came to Gabriel's eye and his lips curved slightly into a smile.
Cas sighed, his head dropping back in a frustration only Gabriel could elicit. "Yes."
"Hah, finally."
The brothers stared a moment.
"You have made him angry," Cas worried aloud.
"You may love him, but I have my issues with the little bastard."
The term made Cas miss Dean terribly.
"Thank you for...caring," Cas said softly.
Gabriel stood, stepped forward, hugging his little trench-coated brother. "I love you Cas. So does dear ole dad. And he has some kinda bizarre soft spot for the Winchester boys." He held Cas at arms length, "But Cas, the darkness is a problem. It needs to be stopped, or we might lose everything. And I mean everything."
Cas nodded. "Okay. We will do whatever we can to stop it."
"I'll be around Cas," Gabriel said, stepping back and releasing Cas.
"Be ready when I need you."
"Of course," Cas said with conviction.
Gabriel winked, smirk back in place. "Congrats. On the...fucking thing."
Cas gaped his mouth to explain himself, but he found himself alone. The room suddenly large and empty.
"It was love, Gabriel," Cas said.
Dean slammed the car door closed, internally apologizing to Baby. "I don't give a shit if I ruffled his feathers, Sam. Gabriel can kiss my ass."
Sam sighed. Driving twenty miles to have drinks, then drive back to the bunker had done little to dampen Dean's anger.
"And fuck him if he thinks I'm no good for his brother!"
Sam still wasn't quite sure if the cuffs had effected his brother like he had originally thought. He was too angry and hurt for it to be much less. But he still had a hard time grasping the thought that his brother, his bad-ass, all macho, slept with a LOT of chicks, brother could really be into a guy. And Castiel. But then again... "Dean, do you really like Cas?"
"Right this minute? Right this minute I hate him and his whole fucking feathered family!" Dean snapped.
"Dean," Sam scolded.
Dean yanked the bunker door open, seeing it was dark inside. He clomped down the stairs.
"Did you two really...sleep together?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. We were chained at the wrist, in case you forgot. Not much choice."
They entered the large room, dim except the glow of the large aquarium at the far wall.
"You know what I mean," Sam coaxed.
"Yep. The first time I do a guy and he turns out to be a head case with a pit bull bully of a brother."
Dean's words dropped like led suddenly when he saw the still frame of Castiel across the room. His pale skin aglow with pale blue light from the aquarium.
Sam, seeing the same thing, not missing the hurt look in Castiel's eyes, stepped back. "I'm gonna...head to bed."
Alone. A long, sizzling look shared between the two, Dean thought about heading back for the safety of Baby. He glanced toward the door, but clenched his jaw. He had to man-up and deal with this. This...disaster.
He sighed heavily, pulling off his jacket and walking to the tank.
They stood side by side silently, watching the octupuses, octopi, whatever, glide gracefully through the water.
"Your brother's a dick," Dean bitched.
"So are you."
Dean was taken aback by Castiel's sudden betrayal. "Fuck you, Cas."
"Fuck you, Dean."
It sounded so harsh from the gentle man's mouth, and yet, quite loaded with anger.
"I didn't do this, Cas! I didn't chain two people together and then get pissy when they got angry from it!"
Cas turned to Dean, a look of exasperated anger blazing from him. "For once, could you be honest! Is it really SO terrible to be in love with me?"
The words tangled with anger were shocking to Dean's ears. And his instincts told him to run with it. Get out of this mess. But his heart...
"I think Gabriel made it quite clear who the disappointment in this relationship is. The freakin human."
Cas looked away, angry.
"You need to treat Gabriel better," Cas said tightly.
"Why? Because he's an angel?" Dean yelled.
Cas snatched Dean by the shirts so fast Dean had not even seen it coming. "Yes!" Cas roared.
"Take your hands off me, Cas!" Dean growled.
"Why?" Cas hissed, so close to Dean's face that Dean could feel every breath. His eyes were dark and dangerous. Dean grabbed the angel right back, gripping his shirt into a fist at his throat. "You do it! You demand to be respected without any respect in return!"
"So help me Cas, if you tell me I better show you some respect because you're a friggin angel!"
"What? You'll beat me down! Threaten to kill me! Stab an angel blade next to my head!" Dean felt his back hit the bookshelf lining the wall, books falling.
"Everything is fine when I come to your call, bend to your will, keep my hands where you want them!"
Every point came with a shove and a blazing image of the memories. He had used Cas as a doormat so many times. But he wasn't the only one.
"And how bout when you beat the shit outta me in an alley!" Dean raged, "or damn near killed me! Who rolled over then, huh?"
Cas released Dean's shirt, shoving Dean's hands off his own. He stepped back, heaving.
Dean pulled at his own shirt, adjusting the bunched material.
"Gabriel thought he was helping."
"And as usual, like everything else Angels do, he was fucking things up."
"That...that is exactly what I'm talking about. Your hatred for angels is arrogant and misplaced. You speak as if you know everything. And you don't."
Dean leaned back against the bookshelf.
"Well, sorry, no, I'm not sorry." Cas stammered, his rage bubbling. "At least I know how you really feel."
Cas looked at the glowing tank again. He was lost in another world that Dean could only guess at. He wanted to apologize and grab the man and kiss him. He wanted to beat him senseless at the same time.
"I don't care who you are-"
"I know," Cas said brokenly.
Dean stopped to rephrase. "This thing you and I have," Dean said low.
"This thing..." Castiel repeated, barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on the tank.
Dean glanced around, was it his imagination or was the floor shaking?
He looked back at Cas. Tears ran down the stoic man's face.
"Look," Dean said, calmer. "Those stupid handcuffs-"
Cas turned truly hurt eyes on him. "You made me love those handcuffs."
Dean swallowed guiltily.
Blue eyes turning back to the tank, he said, "You left as fast as you could when they came off."
Castiel's head dropped, his shoulders shaking, the bunker shaking.
"Cas," Dean said with gentler warning.
Cas sucked in a breath, cheeks wet with tears as he looked around at the falling books and tilting pictures. He held a hand up at Dean, warning him back. He heaved again, the shaking decreasing. He breathed roughly, wiping his face, the rumbling stopping.
Dean was shaken. Not by the earthquake his angel could create, but by the truly broken-hearted angel.
"Cas," he said carefully. "I know you're angry. Or hurt. But, I never said that I didn't still love you."
Cas shook his head in disbelief, bewilderment across his beautiful face. "Dean, I am pretty sure you hate me. And my entire family."
Dean blew out a breath. "I could never hate you Cas. Never."
Cas fought back another wave of tears.
"But you gotta admit, being with you, in ANY capacity, is pretty fuckin intense."
Cas looked down. Guilty.
Dean took a hesitant step toward him, hands up in defense.
"Cas, I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry I got so damn mad. Gabriel just...Gabriel has fucked with me many times. The guy kinda gets my head spinnin, ya know?"
Dean dropped his hands, only a step away from the frazzled angel. "When I get mad, I say things. Things I don't mean. When I get scared or hell, too happy, I say things I don't mean."
Castiel's mouth opened and he turned to Dean. "I have done that."
"Okay," Dean said, feeling like Cas might not flee. "Well, I'm sorry I said them anyway."
Dean laid a tentative hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Cas, Castiel, I do love you."
Cas kept his wide eyes locked with Dean's. "I'm sorry I ever hurt you. I feel so ashamed."
Dean took a deep breath, blowing it out. "You and I go hard. We fight hard, we fall hard."
Cas nodded, catching his meaning and a weak smile eased his intensity. "I don't want to fight hard. I just want to love you hard. And soft."
Dean laughed a little. He had not walked away. He had stayed. Even when it had felt beyond overwhelming to do so. And it had paid off. And here he was. Face to face, free to run, and never had he wanted to stay so badly before. He could do this. He could love this man and let this man love him. He could bend without breaking. He could follow this man's lead.
"Next time I see Gabriel," Dean said, " I will thank him." He reached down, taking Castiel's hand in his. "I will kiss his ass, even."
Cas shook his head no. "That's not necessary."
Dean smiled, reaching to tame down the dark, unruly hair of Castiel. "Yeah, I do. Cuz if he ever said some stuff like that about my brother...God, I'm lucky he didn't smite me."
"No," Cas whispered.
"Hey, as much history as we have, I still don't like it when he gets angry. He is...crazy powerful. And I don't like it when you get angry either. You are crazy powerful too."
Cas looked mollified.
"Is everything okay?" Sam asked from the doorway.
"Yes," Cas answered, hoping it was true.
"Was there an earthquake? Or-"
"Or, Sammy," Dean sighed. "Cas got a bit...upset with me. We're good."
Sam looked at the pair again, nodded, and retreated for his room.
"Are we good?" Dean asked.
Cas nodded. "I want to be."
Dean stepped up to him, taking his face in his hands, making him look at him. "Sorry I acted like a jackass."
"It's okay. Gabriel deserved it."
Dean smiled. "Guess those handcuffs had me more freaked out than I was letting on."
"How about me? Do I...freak you out?"
"No. You make me happy."
"I'm sorry I ever hurt you," Cas said.
Dean gave him a steady look. "I'm sorry I ever hurt you."
Cas nodded, his hands lifted to Dean's sides, feeling the amazing man beneath the layers of shirts. "I love you."
"I know," Dean grinned. "I love you too."
Dean pulled Cas into a long, slow kiss. This had to work. Thoughts of losing Cas made him feel panicky.
"Can we...go to bed?" Cas asked in a small voice.
"We can. Let's go."
Hand in hand, they walked to Dean's room and shut the door.
With dominance and violence and respect being such an open wound, both men hesitated to take a lead.
Cas grinned and pulled Dean by the hand toward the bed. They crawled in, fully dressed and stared at each other.
"I want to get us undressed," Cas said.
Dean nodded and their clothes were gone.
"I want you to know that I love everything we have done so far," Cas said quietly.
Spurred on by this, Dean reached up and ran his hand through Castiel's hair.
"Me too, you little bastard."
Cas grinned. "What a terrible thing to find so endearing!"
"Ah, fits us. Disfunctional perfection. That's us."
Cas laughed then leaned in, taking Dean into his arms, kissing him. They kissed slow and heavy, lust building like a smoldering fire into flames.
Cas rolled on top of Dean, sliding his hard cock between Dean's cheeks. The stimulation making Dean thrust harder.
"I want you inside me," Dean whispered.
"Yeah?" Cas kissed him deeper, pumping and rubbing harder.
"Cas," Dean pleaded.
Cas fumbled in Dean's drawer for lube, pulling it out.
He kissed Dean again, more bite to his kiss than before.
Dean groaned tightly as Cas slid one finger in gently. He adjusted, rocking onto it and moaned. "More,"
Cas massaged around the entrance and slid a second inside. "Yeah," Dean moaned again.
Cas moved down his neck, quickly devouring Dean's dick as he slid and scissored his fingers inside his writhing mate.
Cas added a third finger and Dean rocked himself onto the friction with force. Cas worked his cock with his mouth and explored with his fingers. He found what he was looking for when he hit a bundle of nerves and Dean latched onto his hair, moaning louder.
Cas pulled out and off, lubed his heavy cock and gathered Dean in his arms. Dean clung to him, kissing him with desperation. Cas reached down, working his cock into Dean.
"I want to be inside you," Cas gasped, pushing in steadily. He waited, letting Dean adjust.
Cas moved out and in gently, Dean opening his eyes and blue locked with green again. "Faster," Dean whispered.
Cas propped himself up, angling better and moved quicker, steadily quickening. He thrust deep, hitting the bundle.
"Ooohhh," Dean moaned, grabbing Castiel's wrists and pushing to meet his thrusts.
Cas pulled one hand away, grasping Dean's dripping cock and stroking in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Oh, yeah!" Dean writhed.
"Feels good, doesn't it," Cas coaxed.
"So good," Dean gasped.
"You feel so good. So tight and hot."
Dean trembled, stilled a second and released like fireworks and grenades were exploding. He cried out and Cas stroked him through several waves before he let go, thrusting several times and blowing his own load, moaning and shaking. He dropped onto Dean, who claimed him in his arms, kissing him drunken with sex.
"I love you," he whispered, waiting to see those blue eyes look at him. Cas opened his eyes and Dean grinned at the unfocused gleam of blue.
"I love you," Cas said, deep and gravely.
Cas kissed him, pulling out and feeling Dean sigh. Cas reached up, pushing sweaty hair off Dean's forehead and Dean felt all his soreness leave his body and they were clean, dry and warm.
"Damn, that's service," Dean laughed low.
They rolled to their sides. "Who knew...just how good that feels. I have never had an orgasm that hard in my life."
Cas laughed. "Yeah. It's mind blowing."
"Turn over," Dean grinned, "I want to hold you."
Cas turned, feeling Dean embrace him from behind. It was like a warm cocoon.
They slept heavily. The darkness might be brewing a new hell out there, but in their little room, deep in the bunker, they had a slice of something better than heaven.