Castiel strolled down the hall to the main room and up to Dean, who stood with his hands on his hips, surveying the bounty spread across the large map table. His face looked like that of an explorer discovering a landmark of majestic beauty. Castiel bit back a smile, relishing Dean's look of wonderment. Then he noticed Sam's… message.
"It says 'ASS'," Castiel said gruffly.
Dean turned with a raised eyebrow. "Sam's handiwork I take it?"
"I would have made the second 'S' a 'C'."
"Why the hell would you write 'asc'?"
Castiel narrowed his eyes and squinted at Dean through dark lashes.
Dean blinked and raised an eyebrow, still not quite there.
Castiel cleared his throat and smiled slightly. "Would you like a fork?"
"Hell yeah, I would like a fork!" Dean exclaimed excitedly, looking at each pie carefully to decide where to start.
Castiel walked into the kitchen area and returned with the utensil. "I have taken the liberty of starting a pot of coffee," he said in his trademark, gravelly monotone.
"Thanks, Cas, I really appreciate-Cas! Cas! The 'C' is for Cas!" he shouted, slapping the table in surprise and embarrassment.
"Yes, Dean," smirked the angel. "The 'C' is for Cas."
Dean sauntered up and snatched the fork from Castiel's hand and playfully pointed it at him. "I may be a stupid sonofabitch from time to time, but at least I'm pretty."
"At least there's that," nodded the angel in agreement, voice tinged with amusement.
Dean removed his jacket, chose a seat and slid over his two chosen pies. Castiel could see that one was the original apple pie that he'd placed on the floor in Dean's room, and the other one a peach pie with a crumble crust.
"Cas, I just want you to know that I am one very, very happy Dean right now."
"That pleases me."
"I mean it, man. Literally no one has done anything like this for me before. It's just…" Dean trailed off and left Castiel with a pair of puppy dog eyes and a wistful smile. Just then, there was beeping from the kitchen.
"That would be the coffee. Excuse me." With that, Castiel turned and left the room.
The ridiculousness of the pies kept washing over Dean in waves, causing him to bite back smile after smile. There was no real sense to it, objectively speaking. Castiel had gone to great lengths to do something that to anyone else would seem silly, but meant a great deal to Dean. He was wooed and won. With pie. Lots and lots of pie.
Castiel returned with two cups of black coffee, one for Dean, and one for Castiel to hold, to keep his hands busy. He sat down his own cup at a seat near Dean's, and then placed the other next to Dean's chosen pies. As he moved his hand away, Dean caught it and pulled Castiel down next to him. "C'mere, Angel."
Castiel kneeled and said innocently, "Yes, Dean?"
"Angel, I want you to eat some pie with me."
"Dean, your pie would be wasted on me. You know I-"
"Yeah, Cas, I know. I know it's all molecules to you but, I dunno." He gave a small shrug. "I just wanna share this with you, does that make sense?"
Castiel nodded. If nothing else, it signified an opportunity for bonding, for intimacy. "It would be my pleasure. Excuse me." He stood and walked back into the kitchen, and returned with another fork.
The angel pulled his chair closer to Dean and sat down. Dean kept pointing his fork at one pie, then the other, and then back again, struggling to choose. Castiel waited, thinking it rude to begin eating before Dean. Eventually, Dean's fork stopped, pointing at the apple pie. He looked directly at Castiel, making eyes that said, I am going to do unspeakable things to this pie . With that, he dug in and took a large, Dean-sized bite. Castiel waited still, nervous, desperately hoping the pie was good enough to please his human. He didn't have to wait long as Dean promptly started groaning with pleasure.
"Oh, Cas," he moaned through a mouthful of pie, "you are the best." He smiled, took a swig of his coffee, and dug out another big bite.
Relief flooded Castiel. You did well. He is happy. He reached over tentatively, meaning to spear a small bite but then retreated his fork back. Not wanting Dean to sense his reticence, he finally committed, scooping up a few pieces of apple and a sliver of crust. He slowly, hesitantly placed the pie in his mouth and chewed. The sensation was unpleasant. To Castiel it felt only as if his mouth was the opposite of empty. Things were in there, were in the way, impeding his mouth's proper functions. He thought perhaps adding coffee would help, but it only served to expand the volume of the contents of his mouth. He masticated quickly then swallowed, praying he was successfully masking his distaste.
Dean didn't seem to notice. His eyes were a million miles away, blissed out on pie and increasingly overcome with gratitude for Castiel, Angel of the Lord. Castiel went in for another bite and Dean did the same, but before Castiel could put the bite into his mouth, Dean took his spare hand in his and squeezed. "This means a lot to me, Cas. You know that, right?"
Castiel nodded flashed a small, close-lipped smile. Dean kept Castiel's hand gripped tightly as he shoveled in another mouthful, and Castiel followed suit.
Something is wrong , Castiel thought. Wait, not wrong. Different . He looked over at Dean, blissful as ever and chewing away. He returned his attention to his own mouth and tried to make sense of the new sensations. It felt like looking at the clouds on a sunny summer day, and then suddenly seeing shapes in the clouds when before they were but formless white vapors. One looked like a rabbit, another a ghost, and then suddenly one looked just like a pie.
Pie . He was tasting the pie! The syrupy apples burst tartly in his mouth. The flaky crust was simultaneously chewy and crispy, and its buttery finish complemented the cinnamon that had been incorporated throughout. It was a revelation so startling that Castiel dropped his fork, letting it clatter to the table.
Dean snapped to attention, waking from his pie daze to see Castiel making a face that could only be described as euphoric. Dean released the angel's hand in order to wave his own in front of Castiel's face. "You okay over there, buddy?" he asked with a grin.
Just as Dean released Castiel's hand, the clouds disappeared and all that remained was formless, tasteless mush. Castiel grimaced and swallowed hard, then shook his head in distaste. He blinked, struggling to collect himself after being so overstimulated.
He cleared his throat. "Dean, I could taste the pie. Just for a moment, but I could taste it."
"Really?" exclaimed Dean excitedly. "How in the hell...?"
"I am unsure. It was there, it was lovely. But then you let go of my hand and suddenly it became… molecules again." Castiel's countenance became one of frustration and self-doubt.
"Wait, hold on," interrupted Dean. "When I was holding your hand, you could actually taste the pie? But then when I let go you couldn't again?" With that, he snatched up Castiel's hand and held it tightly between his own two. "Try another bite," he said, face determined and dead-serious.
Castiel opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words. Instead, he took a deep breath, speared another bite and put it in his mouth.
Waves of pleasure coursed through Castiel. The sweet and the sour, the crispy and the flaky, danced through his mouth singing songs of all the happy times Castiel had spent with Dean on this Earth. Castiel could not suppress a moan.
"Cas, can you actually taste it?" asked a thrilled Dean. "What happens if I let go-"
Castiel gripped Dean tightly, and with a mouthful of pie and wide eyes he slowly shook his head. Do not dare let go, Dean Winchester , his look threatened. He chewed, swallowed, and took another bite, a Dean-sized bite.
Dean bit his lower lip. He did not know what was happening, but he loved the faces his angel was making. He was downright beatific. Jesus , he thought. Do I make a come-fuck-me face whenever I eat pie ?
"Cas, you gotta tell me," Dean said, overcome with curiosity. "What does it taste like?"
Castiel took another big bite and then said through chipmunk cheeks, "No words, Dean. Only sounds." Then he moaned.
Dean could feel a stiffening in his pants at the sounds his angel was making. Castiel swallowed again and reached for another bite, but Dean caught his hand. He gently took the fork away and Castiel gave a small whimper. "Don't worry, Angel," he murmured lovingly, "I gotcha."
Still gripping Castiel's left hand, he guided the fork to the before untouched peach pie with the crumble topping and scooped out a generous portion. "I think you'll like this one even more," he said gruffly, voice tinged with lust. He very slowly maneuvered the fork towards Castiel's soft, parted lips. He could feel the angel shiver with anticipation, and then freeze as the pie entered his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as he sealed his mouth around the fork to suck off every crumb.
Peach blossoms floated through Castiel's mind, and bees. Friendly bees working hard to pollinate the trees and help them bear their peaches, bees to make the honey to sweeten the pie. He could taste the toil of the earth and the love of the infinite universe that went into making the single bite of pie he was enjoying. It was better than Heaven.
Castiel moaned again and Dean became even more aroused. I am never thinking about pie in the same way ever again .
Dean fed Castiel another bite and another, and with each one Castiel became more euphoric, more lost in the sensations. Finally, Dean could bear it no longer. He popped out of his chair and climbed atop his blissed-out angel's lap, still tightly clinging to his hand. He threw the fork on the ground, dug out a small piece of peach pie with his left hand and gently placed it in Castiel's mouth. He let his fingers linger and slowly slide down Castiel's lower lip. Castiel emitted a louder, more intense moan then before and Dean could feel a stiffening underneath him that matched his own.
Dean took more pie into his hand and this time placed it deeper into his angel's mouth, and unlike before Castiel caught Dean's gaze. His eyes flashed blue with lust and hunger, and he wrapped his mouth around Dean's fingers and sucked. Pie had dribbled down Castiel's chin and Dean leaned in, licking it off slowly, moving up towards Castiel's mouth. He slid his fingers away as their lips met and Castiel groaned in ecstasy.
Castiel fought to stay present in the moment. He leaned toward the table and took some of the pie in his own hand. He brought it to Dean's lips and he accepted it greedily, sucking on Castiel's fingers until no sticky residue remained. Dean reciprocated his angel's moaning, eyelids fluttering erratically.
Castiel came forward and met Dean's mouth hungrily. He released his human's hand in order to strip away his overshirt, still maintaining contact with their lips. He slid his hand under Dean's t-shirt and around his back breaking the kiss in order to strip the shirt over his human's head.
They stumbled to standing, balancing like acrobats as they struggled to maintain at least one point of contact while relieving Castiel of his overcoat and suit jacket, letting both crumple to the floor. The angel loosened his tie and went to pull it off but Dean grabbed his hand to stop him. He pulled his mouth away, leaving Castiel breathless.
"Leave that on, Angel," growled Dean, words thick with desire. He pulled the tie up over Castiel's collar and kissed the angel again, deeper this time, tongues intermingling with the tastes of peach and vanilla. Dean reached down and yanked his angel's shirt open, sending little buttons shooting off in all directions like fireworks.
Castiel was lost in the moment. This was unlike the ethereal quality of Dean's dream state, or when Dean had so passionately made love to the manifestations of his wings. This was pleasure of the basest nature, the pleasure of human sin.
The pair had stripped down to their pants when Dean reached behind him, grabbing at whatever pie was in reach. He broke his kiss with Castiel, causing the angel to shudder, and then slid a morsel of cherry pie past his angel's lips. He then ran his fingers across his own mouth, leaving behind a sweet smear of vibrant red.
Castiel's eyes fluttered as he was bombarded with a late summer sunset exploding in reds and oranges and purples across rolling hills extending forever in all directions. He shook his head and blinked, and when he saw his human's face painted in the same sunset he could control himself no longer. He lunged at Dean, kissing and licking ever remnant of pie that covered his jaw, cheek and mouth. He kissed Dean deeply, longingly, and pushed him back and down onto the large map table. Some of the pies shifted and fell to the floor, but neither of them cared. There were more than enough.
They kissed each other passionately, hungrily, lips locked tightly as they fought their trousers and underwear to the floor. Castiel climbed onto Dean, straddling him, pelvises providing a new point of contact. He could feel Dean's lust burning into him, stiff and aching for his nearness. Dean's eyes bore into him as his breath came out in fevered panting. Dean propped himself up on his elbows and grabbed another handful of pie, this time blueberry, and smeared it across his chest and neck. With unquenchable desire in his eyes, he slowly brought his hand to Castiel's mouth and slid his fingers past his angel's full lips. Castiel greedily fellated his fingers as Dean wrapped a sticky hand around the angel's tie, pulling him down on top of him.
Castiel brought his mouth to Dean's chest and began licking and kissing with a fervor beyond mere lust and desire. He wanted Dean, all of Dean, and as his mouth made its way up Dean's neck his desire intensified. Dean began to moan, not for the pie, but for his angel who began unconsciously thrusting upward with every lick and kiss. Their want for one another was pressed up between them, a fire that intensified with the friction of their moving bodies and that spread out from their loins, filling every nook and cranny with dizzying desire.
Just then, Castiel's face changed. His eyes cleared and then lit up, burning with a hot, azure fire. His mouth hardened into a thin line and his breath came in and out sharply through his nose. Dean's breath caught in his chest. His angel's look filled him with fear and exhilaration. Castiel looked as if he was going to devour him up.
Castiel knew what he wanted. He didn't care if it was the right thing to do, the ethical thing. He wasn't a human, but he didn't have to be one to sin like one, and to enjoy the fruits of that sin. Slowly, his slid off his human, making sure to anchor one hand to his leg. Dean whimpered at the sudden lack of pressure and friction, the new space between them seemingly millions of miles wide. Without breaking eye contact, Castiel grabbed a huge handful of the remains of the apple pie and spread it across Dean's stomach. He painted it lower, along Dean's upper thighs and pelvis, and slicked a sticky hand along the rock hard length of Dean's throbbing, desperate manhood. Dean's eyes rolled back into his head as he emitted a shuddering gasp.
"Cas," he hissed in pleasure. "Cas, have you done this before?"
Castiel's voice came out a low growl, "No more talking, Dean Winchester."
Suddenly, Castiel's mouth and hands were all over Dean as he made love to his human's stomach, kissing and licking every morsel of pie from Dean's trembling abdominal muscles. Dean's pelvis began to thrust unconsciously as Castiel's mouth found its way down, lower, teasing the hairs at the edge of his pubic region.
"C-cas," shuddered Dean, "you-"
Dean's breath caught as he found himself suddenly taken into Castiel's mouth, soft lips forming a tight seal around Dean's turgidity. His angel's tongue swirled about him as he hungrily moved his mouth up and down, taking all of Dean deep inside him. He maintained intense eye contact with his human, blue fire flashing through dark lashes, and Dean couldn't look away even if he wanted to. The heat of Castiel's mouth and the intensity of his gaze was too much; his angel's look of euphoric determination seemed to pulse in time with every pump of his mouth. Almost absently, Castiel snaked a sticky finger up Dean's chest and into his parted, panting mouth. He accepted it greedily, sucking on it with the same fervor as Castiel. Suddenly, Dean fell over the edge, coming so hard that he bucked up into Castiel, calling out into his hand the only word he knew anymore.
"ANGEL!"
As Dean spilled himself into Castiel's mouth, the angel's mind was transported to a cold and windy beach on an overcast day, the sounds of the surf washing in and out, the horizon merely a dark smear where the Heaven and Earth came together as one. The salt spray filled his senses, and down the beach he could see Dean walking. His human turned and smiled.
With that, Castiel was coming, coming, waves of pleasure crashing into him like a stormy sea. He pulled his mouth away from Dean and called out, the only word he knew anymore.
"DEAN!"