May 2034 (Castiel is 44 (almost 45), Dean is 46, Eden is 20 (almost 21), Adrian is 17, the twins are 13, Noah is 8 years old).
Noah had turned 8 years old on the 7th of May and was at the end of the second grade.
In mid-May it was finally time for Castiel to get his bandages removed. He hadn't worked for the first week because of pain, but after that week was over and he was feeling a little better he returned to work but he no longer stood on the stepladders or other high places again just yet – neither Dean, Anna, nor his boss would let him.
Noah had gotten sick a few days ago with pain in his throat, coughing, trouble swallowing food sometimes, and a fever, so Dean had stayed home with him for two days since the boy was too sick to go to school. Things were going better at Dean's work although he still had to work on their strategy of retaining customers, but he had decided to just work from home on the two days were he looked after Noah. His colleagues could handle the mechanic work while he was absent.
It was Thursday and Dean got ready to leave the house at 1:30pm to go and pick up Castiel from work and drive him to the hospital, and then drive Noah to the pediatrician afterwards. He had been working on his laptop by the dining table downstairs while Noah lay on the couch, watching TV and taking small naps whenever his energy got drained. The boy coughed a lot and Dean cringed in sympathy at his son.
Dean closed down his laptop and got from the table, heading over to the living room. "Ready to go?" he asked and looked over at where Noah was lying on his stomach on the couch with his chin on a pillow. Noah's wings reached almost to his knees now, and they lay flat against his back while he watched cartoons except for when something exciting happened on TV which caused his wings to flare absently.
Noah turned his head, coughed weakly, and glanced over at Dean. "Are we going already?" Molly lay on the floor just next to the couch so that Noah could reach down to her every now and then and pat her.
"Yep, we gotta take papa to the hospital and have the doctor take a look at you afterwards," Dean smiled. "C'mon." He nodded his head in the direction of the entrance hall, urging Noah to get up.
Noah groaned and slowly got up from the couch, grabbing his stuffed animal from the table. "But I don't wanna go to the doctor…" His voice was a little affected from coughing and being weak with fever, so it sounded a little hoarse and he couldn't speak that loud.
"What are you talking about? You like Gilda."
"She's nice, but I don't like when she has to look me all over…" the boy murmured and turned off the TV with the remote. He coughed as he stepped around Molly and slowly went over to Dean.
Dean chuckled. "No one likes that, but it's her job."
"I know," Noah murmured, coughing weakly. "And I don't want you to stay home from work 'cause of me anymore… Your work is important." He glanced guiltily up at Dean from under his lashes.
Dean gave him a small smile and reached out his hand to ruffle his hair with affection. His tail brushed against Noah's leg in a reassuring gesture. "Nah, don't worry about, it's just for two days. It's nice for me to work from home for once, but I can't take more days off right now so your papa has to stay home with you tomorrow."
"When do I have to go back to school?" Noah asked as they went into the entrance hall together to get dressed for going out.
"When your fever is down, so that's probably next week," Dean said while putting on his shoes and pushing Molly out of the way when she walked in front of him. He glanced at Noah who scrunched up his nose a little. "Why? You don't wanna go back?"
"No… Tim and Josh make fun of me, and I don't like it," Noah murmured. "And I don't like homework either…"
A worried frown formed on Dean's face as he heard Noah tell him that. "They still make fun of you? What are they saying?" He tried to keep the growl out of his voice to not scare Noah. He hated when the other kids didn't treat his children properly, and there was nothing worse for Dean than to watch his kids being upset and sad about something the other kids at school had said or done.
"They say that I'm weird, and when I got sick on Monday Tim said that I'm only sick because my DMA or something is messed up…" Noah's forehead furrowed as he said the word 'DMA' since he didn't really know the word or if he had remembered it right.
Dean clenched his teeth. "I'll call those boys' parents tonight and have a talk with them. Don't listen to anything they say; they're just assholes who are fucked up in the head."
Noah gasped and stared up at his father with wide eyes. "You said bad words!"
"Yeah, I did… Don't tell your papa," Dean smirked and gave him a small wink. He opened the front the door when they were ready to leave.
Noah giggled. "I won't." He coughed a bit again, wincing at the soreness in his throat, and quickly said goodbye to Molly before going outside with Dean who locked up the house. They went over to Tahoe which Dean had used this morning to drive Cas and the other kids to work and school with. Castiel still couldn't drive because of his bandaged wing, and he needed a lot of space in the backseat.
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They picked up Castiel from his workplace and drove to the hospital where the angel would get the bandages removed and have a final x-ray taken to see if the bone had healed completely yet. Noah clung to Castiel's left side as they walked through the corridors in the hospital, and Dean walked on his other side and smiled fondly at Noah's shyness. The boy had taken his stuffed cat Missie with him to play with while the doctors took care of Castiel's wing, and he clutched it against his chest as they walked.
Suddenly as they passed through the section dividing the maternity ward from the wing-specialized part of the hospital Charlie came hurrying through the corridor with her face buried in papers about her current patient.
"Whoops," Charlie exclaimed when she almost walked into them, and they all blinked at each other when they recognized the other's faces.
"Charlie?" Dean said, surprised to see her. Castiel was equally surprised. They hadn't seen her since Cas got his IUD replaced two years ago.
"Oh, it's you guys!" Charlie grinned, excited to see them again. She smiled at Dean and Castiel before looking down at Noah who took a small step back and glanced up at her warily. "And that must be Noah," she smiled and leaned down to level with him. "Aren't you a cutie." She grinned and stared at him in adoration.
Dean chuckled when Noah blushed slightly, although his fever made him paler than usual.
"He doesn't look too good," Charlie stated with a worried frown and straightened up again.
"Yeah, the little guy is sick so we're taking him to Gilda afterwards."
"My mate will take good care of him." Charlie gave them a grin and a wink. "Otherwise you tell me and I will personally kick her sweet butt."
Dean laughed and Castiel chuckled.
Charlie turned her attention to Castiel and the wing that was wrapped in bandages by his side. "Ow, you don't look good either, Castiel."
"I know, but I'm getting the bandages removed now," Castiel replied, smiling. Noah coughed weakly next to him and leaned his head against Castiel's side to rest. The boy was tired and had little energy because of his sickness.
"Oh, that sounds nice. Bet that bandage is a real pain in the ass."
Dean laughed, and Noah suddenly tugged on Castiel's shirt, making the angel turn his head to look down at him. "Papa, who is she?" he asked curiously.
Charlie answered before Castiel could open his mouth, "I'm the one who helped your papa give birth to you."
Noah blinked and looked up at his parents for confirmation.
"Yeah, that's right. Charlie helped bringing you and all your siblings into the world," Dean smiled, and Castiel nodded when Noah stared up at him.
"And you were such a tiny and cute baby," Charlie grinned before glancing at Castiel. "If I remember right, Adrian was the biggest baby you had," she said with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Yeah, he was," Castiel confirmed with a soft smile.
"Is he a big, tough alpha now?"
"Of course he is; he takes after me," Dean spoke with a smug smirk. Castiel rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile.
Charlie laughed. "Oh, I bet he does." She glanced down at Noah with a smile. "Are you still bothered by not having a tail? I remember your papa telling me you weren't so happy about not having one."
Noah's face saddened a bit and he averted her eyes slightly. "I still want to have a tail… All the others at home touch tails all the time but I can't join them…" Castiel pulled Noah closer to his body and rubbed his arm soothingly. The angel cast a helpless glance at Dean who also looked quite sad by Noah's statement.
"Aww, don't be sad. I don't have a tail either, and neither does your papa. You're still very special even though you don't have a tail," Charlie told him. "Who needs a tail anyway when they've got such pretty wings and gorgeous eyes like you?"
A small smile tugged at Noah's lips, and Castiel and Dean shared a warm smile.
Charlie looked down at her wristwatch and they watched as her eyes went impossible wide. "Oh holy cow on roller skates! I'm late for my patient! See you guys later, and it was nice seeing you again!" she quickly said as she hurried past them and rushed down the corridor.
"You too, Charlie," Dean yelled after her, chuckling at how she almost tripped and bumped into people. "She hasn't changed at all," he grinned with fondness in his voice.
Castiel smiled, and they walked down the corridor towards the room where he would get his bandages off.
Noah sat down on a chair and watched quietly as the doctor and nurses helped taking the bandages off Castiel's wing, and how Dean rubbed circles into the angel's shoulder until it was over. Missie kept him entertained most of the time, but he couldn't stop looking when the doctors touched his papa's wing. He didn't like that they were touching Castiel like that since wings weren't supposed to be touched by just anyone.
Once the bandages were off and an x-ray was taken Castiel sighed in relief now that he no longer had to have anyone touching and examining his wing. Dean rubbed his lower back while they waited for the x-ray results which would be ready soon.
"Feeling better?" Dean asked.
Castiel sighed and leaned into his mate. "Much better."
Dean smirked and leaned in to whisper something at him. "You're gonna feel much better tonight after I've made you come on my cock multiple times before bed." He purred the words into Castiel's ear whose face went completely red.
"Dean!" Castiel chastised in a whisper and glanced around in paranoia. The doctor was in another room to print the x-ray, and Noah was sitting on the chair over by the wall and couldn't hear them.
Dean grinned smugly and moved his hand further down Castiel's back, giving his ass a tight squeeze before pulling back. Castiel yelped in surprise, causing Noah to look up in wonder, but his wings acted as a shield so that Noah couldn't see where Dean's hand was. Castiel glared briefly at Dean and straightened up when the doctor returned to the room.
The x-ray revealed that the bone had healed just fine, which was a relief because then Castiel wouldn't need to wear any more bandages.
After it was over they drove off to Gilda's clinic so she could have a look at Noah. Castiel could finally sit in the passenger seat again now that the bandages were no longer an obstacle for him.
Waiting in the doctor's clinic took twenty minutes because there was some delay, and Dean stared impatiently at the clock. They were going to be a little late to pick up Adrian and the twins, but he had already texted them about it. The clinic was filled with children and their parents, waiting their turn. Dean had his eyes on another alpha demon seated by the wall across from him, and the two of them glared each other down after the guy kept sending disgusted and hateful looks at Dean, Castiel, and at Noah. Every time the guy's eyes wandered over to stare at Noah who was sitting quietly in his chair, browsing through a cartoon magazine while coughing weakly every now and then, Dean would give the guy a low warning growl. He didn't like the way he was staring at Noah, and thankfully the boy seemed oblivious of it at the moment.
Castiel shifted uncomfortably as he sat between Dean and Noah. He could feel Dean's anger and how his mate tried desperately not to pick a fight with the other alpha in the middle of the waiting room.
When it was their turn to enter Dean growled threateningly at the other alpha demon when the guy glared at Noah with so much contempt that the boy flinched when he noticed it. Dean flared his sharpened wings in anger, but Castiel quickly dragged him into the patient room before Dean could attack the other guy.
"Why did he stare like that?" Noah asked with a small voice and glanced up at them as they entered Gilda's clinic room. There was hurt written all over his face, and Castiel brushed his wing against him for reassurance.
"Because he's an asshole. Don't mind him," Dean growled and closed the door behind them.
"Dean," Castiel warned when he saw Gilda's mortified expression.
"What was that about?" Gilda asked, blinking at them.
"Some guy in the waiting room was being racist," Dean explained, and Gilda nodded in understanding.
Noah starting coughing all of sudden, and Castiel immediately rubbed his back to make him feel better.
"Aww, someone's sick, I hear," Gilda said. She gave Noah a sympathetic smile and leaned down to look at him. "Not feeling well?"
Noah glanced up at her and quietly shook his head.
"He's been having a slight fever for about three days now," Castiel explained and continued rubbing Noah's back.
"Let's get you looked at, then," Gilda smiled at Noah and gestured for them to come over to the patient table.
Noah shied a little away from her at first but quickly became more trustful towards her. She was always being nice and patient with him which made him feel more comfortable. She took his temperature, checked his throat and mouth, and weighed and took his blood pressure as a part of a routine.
"Well, seems like he's got tonsillitis which causes his fever, the coughing, and the swelling of the tonsils," Gilda said after examining Noah.
"The tonsils don't need to be removed, do they?" Dean asked, hoping the answer was no since he didn't want Noah to go through a surgery and they couldn't really afford it right now.
"No, his condition is not life threatening. Mostly tonsils are only removed if they are repeatedly getting infected or if they swell to the point that the child cannot breathe or eat at all. Noah's problem with swallowing comes from the tonsils being swollen and hurting slightly, but it isn't so bad that he can't eat at all. I'll give him some medicine to reduce the pain and fever, and next week he should be feeling much better." Gilda went over to her computer again and began writing out a prescription for them.
Dean and Castiel both sighed in relief, and Noah clutched Missie tightly against himself.
"Just let him get plenty of rest and fluids, and give him food that's easy to chew and swallow," Gilda said and handed Castiel the prescription. "If anything changes for the worse, don't hesitate to contact me again."
"Yeah, thanks, Gilda," Dean told her and gave her a grateful smile.
Gilda smiled. "Oh! And I have something for you." She looked down at Noah and picked up a large jar from the desk and put it down in front of Noah. "You may pick one item that you like," she told him with a friendly smile.
Noah's eyes widened in excitement, and he quickly browsed his hand through the jar to look for an item he liked. The jar was filled with tiny dinosaur figures, and he picked out a small, cute-looking orange parasaurolophus figure that he liked. "Thanks," he told Gilda with a shy smile.
They walked out of the clinic again, and Dean grinned at Castiel when Noah seemed a little more cheerful now.
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They picked up Adrian and the twins on the way, and when they came home Castiel and Lily helped each other cook dinner. Dean had a bit of work to do on his laptop so he went upstairs to the workroom for an hour, while Isaac watched some TV with Noah, and Adrian went into his room.
Lily had just gotten her first period on Sunday so she was still having stomach pains and felt rather annoyed by it. With her period followed the maturing of her oil glands which were swollen and leaked pretty badly for the first few days. It had been embarrassing for her to go to school with, but her wings shielded her wet shirt from other's view and Castiel had bought her some perfume which countered the heavy scent of the oil.
Lily was a bit of a late bloomer compared to Eden who had been 12 when she matured. Submissives' oil glands would also begin to leak a lot when they reached their fertile age, but they generally matured early – often at the age of 10-13. Castiel had been 11 years old when he had matured, although he first got his first heat after being bonded to Dean at the age of 19. 'Maturing' meant that the person was capable of forming mating bonds now and that the body was ready to start its heat cycle when the bond was formed.
Castiel cast a worried glance at Lily when she kept twitching her shoulders in discomfort while they helped each other cook baked salmon with French fries and vegetables.
"Papa, how long are my oil glands gonna be sore and sensitive like this? It's really annoying…" Lily murmured irritably while she cooked the vegetables. Castiel stood to her left and was making béarnaise sauce in a pot.
"It varies a lot. Mine were oversensitive for almost two weeks, but the leaking stopped after four days," Castiel told her. He glanced at her white wings which looked a lot like his own. "Did yours stop leaking yet?"
"Yeah," Lily murmured and stared down into the vegetables which were cooking in the pot next to the sauce. "But my shirts are all a mess now… And my stomach hurts."
Castiel smiled, although he felt quite sorry for his daughter. "I will wash your shirts so that there is nothing to see afterwards. But I hear eating less helps with the stomach pains."
"No way, I'm way too hungry to eat less! And this is one of my favorite dishes!" Lily exclaimed.
Castiel laughed and brushed his wing against hers fondly. He was glad he could finally use his right wing again, and he smiled when he felt Lily reciprocate his gesture.
Isaac suddenly popped up in the kitchen. "What are you guys talking about?" he asked curiously and went over to stare down into the pots.
Lily flushed with embarrassment and harshly shoved her twin brother away after he had pushed himself in front of her to look. "Nothing, and go away! You're blocking my view."
Isaac stepped back a little but just made some mocking sounds at his sister which made her slap his arm in annoyance. Molly had come over to the kitchen too, but she quickly stepped back when Isaac grinned at Lily and took a step back, almost stepping on Molly's paw.
"Don't fight in the kitchen," Castiel scolded them. He glanced over towards the TV but couldn't see Noah because the couch was in the way. "What is Noah doing?" he asked and stared at Isaac.
"He's napping. Again," Isaac replied. "I hope he doesn't infect me with whatever sickness he has…"
"As long as you all wash your hands regularly and don't come too close to him you should be fine," Castiel told him.
Castiel and Lily continued with the cooking, and after a few minutes Dean and Adrian finally came downstairs again. They ate dinner by the dining table together, but Noah didn't eat much. Afterwards the kids did their homework, played some card game together with Noah, and when it was time for bed Castiel and Dean had to struggle with Noah to make him take the pain and fever medicine that Gilda had prescribed for him. Noah didn't like swallowing pills, so Castiel always had to get creative with yogurt to make the boy eat them.
Noah was put to bed at 7:50pm when he was too tired to stay awake anymore, and the twins headed to bed at 9. Adrian was allowed to decide by himself when he went to sleep, as long as he was able to wake up in the morning and not slow the others down when they left in the car.
After the twins had gone upstairs Castiel cleaned up some of Noah's toys from the living room which the boy had entertained himself with while he was sick. He barely noticed Dean approaching him until the demon suddenly stood right behind him after Castiel had straightened up again after having bent down to pick up the toys. The angel tried not to flinch in surprise, and he glared over his shoulder at Dean who had a smug look on his face. He knew the demon had been checking out his ass while he had bent down.
Dean smirked and got into Castiel's personal space; standing right behind him and wrapped his arms around the angel's waist, pulling him back against his own body. Castiel moved his wings a little to give Dean more space, and Dean leaned in and breathed against the angel's neck, causing Castiel to shudder and close his eyes. "What do you say? Should we go upstairs and have that hot make up sex we never got to have after our fight last month?" He curled his tail around Castiel's upper thigh and felt the angel's soft feathers brush against it.
"We've had plenty of sex, Dean, just not the penetrative kind," Castiel murmured.
"I think my tail has penetrated you multiple times in the past few weeks, though. One night you screamed so loud I bet the kids could hear it." Dean nuzzled the angel's neck and chuckled slightly as he spoke.
Castiel groaned in irritation. "You don't have to remind me. And you totally made me do that on purpose."
Dean laughed and leaned back a little. "Maybe just a bit on purpose…" he smirked.
Castiel rolled his eyes and turned around to face Dean. The demon placed his hands on Castiel's hips when he faced him, and he dug his fingers into the hips possessively. They stood so close that their crotches were almost touching, but Castiel didn't need to feel Dean to know that the demon was already hard in his pants.
"I would love to go upstairs with you, but I have to clean the rest up and use the bathroom first," Castiel murmured and tried to pry himself out of Dean's hold, but the demon only tightened his hands on his hips.
Dean let out a small, impatient growl. "Better hurry, then, 'cause I'm too horny to wait much longer."
Suddenly there were footsteps on the stairs, and they both turned their heads to see Adrian appearing in the doorway to the entrance hall. The teenager stared back at them as they stood over in front of the TV. "What?" Adrian said when his parents stared back at him, and Castiel's eyes were wide almost like he had been caught doing something wrong.
Both Castiel and Dean slumped in relief when it seemed that Adrian hadn't heard their conversation.
"Nothing," Dean spoke and pulled away from Castiel. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" He raised an eyebrow at his oldest son.
"It's only ten past nine or something. I just came down to get a glass of milk," Adrian replied and made his way over to the kitchen. He was dressed in a t-shirt that was a little too big on him, sweatpants, and was bare-footed.
"Just don't play those online games until after midnight or you're gonna be grumpy tomorrow morning."
"I'll stop playing at 10, like I always do." Adrian rolled his eyes and opened the fridge to get the milk. He played some online games in the evening but it wasn't something he spent several hours of his day doing. He had always been a social guy who liked to hang out with his friends, but since his ex-girlfriend cheated on him he had begun gaming a bit more than usual before bed at night. Dean and Castiel were a little worried since Adrian didn't spent as much time downstairs with them anymore, but they hoped things would get better with time.
Adrian headed upstairs afterwards, saying good night to them both, and Castiel went to prepare himself for bed.
When the angel was done cleaning up, taking his suppressants, and doing his other usual chores before bed, he finally went into the master bedroom where Dean was waiting. He had only just gotten inside and had closed and locked the door behind him when Dean was suddenly on him.
"Dean!" Castiel exclaimed in surprise when the demon growled possessively and pushed him up against the wall behind the door. Castiel half-heartedly tried to push his mate back because the wall was a bad place to do this at, but when Dean started sucking bruises into his neck and pressed himself against his body, the angel went limp and shuddered in response.
Dean almost immediately buried his hands in Castiel's soft feathers, making Castiel cry out in pleasure. The demon covered his mate's neck in kisses and marks, and he let out a satisfied growl when the angel bared his neck to him in invitation.
"Need you so badly, Cas," Dean husked against the angel's neck and tightened his hands in the soft feathers. Castiel's right wing needed grooming pretty badly since the feathers were a mess after having been covered by bandages for so long, but Dean didn't really mind them looking like that. He liked when Cas looked messy in the bedroom.
"Dean – oh! – I need you too," Castiel moaned and grasped at Dean's shirt.
The demon growled before moving his hands down to open Castiel's pants and quickly pulled them and the underwear down the angel's legs. Castiel quickly stepped out of them and reached out to unbuckle Dean's belt and unzip his pants. He groaned in approval when Dean's erect cock sprung free, curling up towards the demon's stomach. The swelling of the veins on the organ told Castiel that his mate was almost going crazy with the want to be inside him, so Castiel quickly moved his leg up and wrapped it around Dean's hip. Dean responded by grabbing a hold of Castiel's ass and lifted him up so that the angel's legs were wrapped around his waist and Dean was crowding him up against the wall.
When Castiel shifted his hips so that Dean's cock pressed against his entrance, Dean quickly pulled back a little. "Cas, wait, I haven't stretched you— ah, Jesus!" he exclaimed loudly when Castiel pushed himself against Dean so that the demon's cock slipped inside him. Dean groaned at the tight feeling of Cas' ass surrounding him and taking him in, and it took him a few seconds to realize how that had happened. He snapped his head up and stared into Castiel's face which looked kind of smug. "You stretched yourself." It wasn't a question, and his voice came out hoarser than he intended. His dick gave an interested twitch inside the angel.
"Yes, I decided to spare you the trouble since I knew you would be impatient," Castiel spoke, smiling smugly at Dean and gasped when the demon's dick slipped further into him. "Fuck me, Dean," he demanded and looked the demon straight in the eye.
Dean didn't need to be told twice, and he let out a hungry growl before pushing the angel up against the wall and began pounding into him, hard and deep. Castiel mewled and clutched at Dean's clothed back, pulling painfully hard at Dean's feathers. Dean hissed but ignored the pain since the angel's desperate action only made him even hornier.
"Dean," Castiel moaned and threw his head back against the wall that he was being pounded into. "Dean, the wall… it's making noise," he groaned. "Let's move to the – ah – to the bed. Oh god!" he cried out when Dean snapped his hips forward particularly hard and nailed his prostate and cervix straight on. The demon was pounding so fast and hard into him it made Castiel pant and mewl in a way that was almost embarrassingly needily.
Dean grunted irritably before using his hands on Cas' ass to support the angel's weight as he backed away from the wall and moved them over to the bed. His dick was still buried deep inside his mate and they didn't separate as Dean practically threw the both of them on the bed. The bed bounced as they landed on it, and Castiel barely had time to gasp in surprise before Dean was thrusting into him again.
Their clothes started bothering Dean who quickly got them removed from their bodies, and as soon as they were both naked Dean immediately pressed Castiel back into the mattress and continued fucking into him.
Castiel moaned and mewled shamelessly under the demon, and he pressed the back of his heels against Dean's ass to make him go deeper inside. He wasn't sure how the pillow under his lower back had ended up where it had, but it helped Dean get a good angle as he pounded into him. He closed his eyes and gasped when he already felt his orgasm pooling in his abdomen, threatening to overwhelm him. Dean's face was buried his neck, nipping at his skin and bruising it, but Castiel didn't care about that at the moment, even though it would be embarrassing to go to work with. He felt Dean begin to lose his rhythm, telling him his mate was close to climax as well, and Castiel hugged Dean as close to his body as he could and buried his face in the crook of Dean's neck, inhaling the alpha's musky scent. Dean smelled particularly good when he was horny, and Castiel dwelled in the scent and in the feeling of his mate moving inside of him.
"Mine," Dean growled against Castiel's neck and bit at the skin.
Castiel shuddered and tightened his arms around Dean. "Always."
Dean's rhythm faltered at that. "Cas," he moaned before he finally came, releasing his seed deep inside Castiel.
The feeling of his mate's warm seed filling him up was enough to bring Castiel over the final edge. He cried out into Dean's neck, clenching around the demon's cock inside him which was still filling him up, and jerked as he came between their stomachs.
Dean gasped softly against Castiel's neck, and he gently nuzzled the skin there while calming down from their climaxes. Castiel's wings were spread out on both sides of the angel, and Dean's own wings slumped down to the sides and covered the white wings under them.
"Mmmm, that was nice make up sex," Dean murmured into Castiel's neck, and the angel could feel him smirk against his skin.
"Yes, it was," Castiel agreed and hummed softly. He absently ran his hands over Dean's back who was still resting on top of him, but at least Dean was keeping most of his weight off of him.
"Any pain in your wing?" Dean asked, nuzzling at Castiel's neck absently.
Castiel smiled and let his hand run up and down the base of Dean's left wing bone, making the demon purr into his neck. "No, only pleasure."
Dean suddenly leaned back and looked down at Castiel. His lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Ready for round two?" Castiel frowned and was about to speak when he suddenly realized that Dean's member wasn't soft inside him. His frown deepened, and Dean explained, "I was very horny when we started this, and I really wanna go again."
Castiel rolled his eyes. "You truly are insatiable," he muttered and gave Dean a half-hearted glare.
Dean grinned. "Maybe, but at least my dick doesn't go limp with age like humans' do, so you've got nothing to complain about."
"No… But I'm still oversensitive right now."
"I'll go easy on you," Dean promised and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Castiel's neck over the bite marks he had left there. He hadn't drawn blood but the skin was red and Dean could see his own teeth marks there.
The angel closed his eyes and moaned softly at the affectionate gesture, and he opened his eyes again when Dean pulled his dick out of him. Castiel cringed when he felt come leaking out of his hole, and he instinctively clenched up to keep it inside. Dean smirked when he noticed what Castiel was doing, before gesturing for his mate to roll over on his stomach. The angel did so with a curious frown on his forehead, and Dean's dick twitched with interest when he was presented with his mate's round and perfect ass which was slowly leaking Dean's come. Dean groaned at the sight and pressed his thumb over the fucked-out hole, watching it clench at the touch. The angel gave a soft gasp as Dean's thumb trailed the rim teasingly, and Dean couldn't stop staring at the way his come flowed out of the angel.
"God, you're so gorgeous," Dean purred and grasped the angel's right buttock with his hand.
Castiel visibly shuddered on the bed, and the pillow was now lying under his hips so that his ass was still pushed upwards in a perfect angle for Dean.
Dean couldn't help but lean down and lick his tongue over his mate's hole, licking up his own come in the process.
"Dean!" Castiel exclaimed and bucked on the bed, and Dean quickly put a hand on his ass to keep him still. Castiel groaned and buried his face in his pillow, and he gasped into it as he felt Dean's tongue lick over his entrance and push into him. He was slowly beginning to harden again at the stimulations, and he pressed his member into the pillow under him.
Dean continued moving his tongue over the angel's ass, cleaning him up and tasting both of them. He hummed in approval when he saw how much Castiel's inner thighs and small balls were covered in his semen and in the angel's own slick, and he started licking his way down towards his mate's balls. Castiel jolted slightly when Dean's tongue pressed against his perineum, and he couldn't help but wriggle his ass in response. Dean chuckled against him and finally pulled away.
Castiel whined softly and turned his head to look at Dean over his shoulder, wanting to know what his mate was up to. He watched as Dean moved up to hover over his body and leaned his face down to lick and suck at his oil glands, humming at the taste of honey. It didn't take long before Castiel became a writhing, moaning mess, and he let out a pathetic whine when Dean once again pulled away and stopped his ministrations. Castiel barely had time to look over his shoulder at Dean again before Dean shoved his cock into him once more. Castiel keened, loud and shamelessly, and grasped the sheets tightly as the demon filled him up once again. "Oh god," he gasped into the pillow when Dean was buried balls deep inside him. His body was still tingling from his recent orgasm and it felt slightly different this time when Dean pushed into him. His dick was fully hard again by now, brought back to life by all the sensations.
"No god, just me," Dean smirked against his hear.
Castiel groaned, annoyed with Dean's smugness, but he didn't have time to retort something before Dean started to thrust into him. The demon moved into him slowly and sensually, letting both of them just enjoy the feel of being joined. Castiel started purring before he even realized he was doing so, and Dean smirked and nibbled at the back of his shoulder possessively. Their wings were spread out to their sides, and Dean's were pushing down against Castiel's dominantly. The speed of the thrusts increased as Dean felt Castiel get more comfortable with it, and soon he was pounding the angel into the mattress again.
Gasps and moans filled the room, and Dean gave a pleased growl when he smelled Castiel's oil beginning to leak out in larger amounts now, and felt his ass slicking up even more; signaling the angel's heavy arousal.
"You close, Cas?" Dean rasped against the angel's ear, still pounding into him at full force to the point where the bed was starting to make loud noises.
"Yes, I need – oh Dean! – I need…"
"You need what, angel?" Dean purred and placed a tender kiss on the angel's shoulder.
Castiel whined loudly. His body was assaulted by numerous sensations, and Dean's intimate gesture just now was almost enough to make him come again. "My wings… I need to feel you touch them again, please."
Dean growled, approving of that idea, and he moved his right hand through Castiel's right wing which had just healed. He used his other arm to keep some of his weight off Castiel to not crush him, and he tried to keep his rhythm steady as he turned some of his attention to the beautiful wings that were spread out on either side of his mate. Castiel let out a long, deep moan and buried his face in his pillow when Dean touched his wing. Dean immediately moved his hand over the most sensitive places on the healed wing bone and paid close attention to the sound coming from his mate. Then he lifted his chest slightly from Castiel's back and moved his hand down to touch the oil glands, sending even more sparks of pleasure through Castiel.
"Dean!" Castiel yelped and jolted under him.
"C'mon, Cas, I know you can do it. Come," Dean growled against Castiel's ear and grasped the angel's feathers tightly.
Castiel came hard, crying out his pleasure and mewled as Dean fucked him through his second climax. It was almost too painful to come and yet it was the most wonderful thing ever. His body trembled through it, and Dean grunted on top of him and lost his rhythm again.
"Fuuuck," Dean groaned as he came again, exploding inside his mate. He leaned back and pulled out his dick, letting the rest of his come paint Castiel's ass, lower back, and some of his feathers. He panted when it was over, and lazily moved his softening dick through the come on the angel's ass and teased the head over the angel's entrance. He smirked when he heard Castiel give an annoyed grunt. Castiel's hole looked puffy and red from use, and it continued leaking small streams of come every now and then. It clenched when Dean nudged the head of his dick against it, letting his dick slide up and down repeatedly before he finally pulled away to get a towel.
Dean's limbs felt weak from the aftermath of his climaxes, but he quickly returned with a towel and began cleaning his come off of Castiel's skin. He chuckled to himself when he saw Castiel just lying there, completely exhausted and boneless, and how the angel only responded to Dean's ministrations with small grunts or hums. Dean threw the dirty towel in the corner and pushed Castiel's underwear up his legs to put them back on him, before he finally removed the pillow under Castiel's hip, put on his own underwear, unlocked the door, and crawled back into bed.
Castiel opened an eye when Dean was back in bed, and the angel let out a groan before forcing himself to roll over on his side to face Dean.
Dean smirked at him. "Tired?"
"Yes, you tire me out."
Dean chuckled. "Hopefully that's a good thing?"
"Mostly, yes," Castiel replied lazily and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again he looked straight back into the demon's green eyes. "How are things at your work? Could you really afford those two days off to stay with Noah?"
"Things are better… We're becoming more competitive with the other garage so hopefully they'll stop stealing our customers," Dean murmured. "And staying home was kinda nice. It was stress-relieving… But I can't stay home tomorrow, though."
"I know. I will stay home to be with Noah, and hopefully he can return to school on Monday."
Dean hummed and reached out his hand. He quickly found Castiel's hand and entwined their fingers. "I'm glad your wing is healed," he said, switching subjects. He stared down at their joined hands and gave Castiel's hand a small squeeze. "I still keep thinking it was my fault…"
Suddenly Castiel pulled his hand away from Dean's, and the demon raised his gaze to stare at him, looking hurt, but then Castiel pushed their blankets aside and rolled over to sit on top of Dean, straddling him. Dean watched in bewilderment as Castiel grabbed a hold of both of his hands and pushed them down on either side of Dean's head, trapping them there, and leaned down so that he was staring right into Dean's face.
"It wasn't your fault," Castiel said firmly and held Dean's gaze. "Stop blaming yourself. It is true that it would likely not have happened if we hadn't had a fight and I hadn't had as many problems sleeping as I did, but you did not hurt my wing. I love you, Dean, even when we fight. And I swear to god you can piss me off and hurt me more than anyone else can, but you would not be able to do that to me if I didn't love you the way I do." His eyes never left Dean's as he said the words, and he watched as Dean swallowed slowly, not knowing what to say. Castiel's face softened a bit and he let go of the demon's hands and brought his own hands up to cup Dean's face. "And I forgive you for being more than ass to me back in April," he spoke in a soft voice.
"Cas…" Dean's voice cracked slightly, but Castiel just smiled at him before leaning down and pressing his lips against Dean's. Dean immediately responded, and they moved their lips together in a slow, intimate kiss. Castiel mewled into Dean's mouth when the demon grasped his hair possessively, and teased his tongue with his own. They pulled back soon afterwards, panting and staring at each other with puffy lips. Dean moved his hand up to cup his mate's cheek and gently stroked his thumb across the angel's pink lips.
"Dean…" The angel shuddered at the gesture before slowly getting off Dean and lying back down next to him. Dean pulled him close and shifted so that Castiel was resting against Dean's side with his head on the alpha's strong chest. The angel purred contently and closed his eyes as he listened to the steady heartbeat. He smiled when Dean moved his hand through his silken-soft feathers and curled his tail around his foot.
"I love you too, Cas," came Dean's soft voice a few moments later.
Castiel smiled and snuggled into Dean's side, closing his eyes to sleep.
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Author's notes: I know that I didn't mention Eden's oil glands beginning to leak back when she matured, but I had forgotten it. In her case the oil first started flowing later that day or the next day, in case you're wondering. And I got some question about how demons form mating bonds since they don't have oil glands – well, demons form bonds at will, usually by reaching out to other's minds, and it often happens during intimate relations such as sex or kissing (and it takes time to form that bond because it takes a lot of effort and concentration). They can still form bonds without the other's consent, like angels can simply by touching the wing oil, but it's more difficult. Both demons and angels can bond with humans but it's a weaker bond since humans aren't built for it.
And thank you so much to my lovely beta for helping me with the info about tonsillitis and giving me the suggestion in the first place! :)
Thanks for reading, please review :)