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Sam hung up his phone and started scribbling notes after listening to Dean's message. Castiel James Novak, so that was who Cas was. An Angel, definitely. The fact that Dean was interested in him was something else entirely. Still, Sam helped his brother when he could, so he grabbed his computer and signed on to his People Finder databases and began to fill out a BS background check request to cover his audit trail.
Sam was a junior-level lawyer by day and a bartender at night. As a Hunter, he needed only about four hours of sleep so he worked extra jobs to help pay for his younger half-brother Adam's medical school. Dean had worked hard to put Sam through law school, so Sam figured he'd take the lion's share of Adam's expenses. Sam's day job at the law firm barely covered his and his girlfriend Jess's living expenses, but it helped Dean's business when Dean needed the four-one-one on someone. With so many connections in the supernatural realms, Sam always had an excuse for doing a background check, running a vehicle, getting a credit report, or searching the details of a case.
His bartending job paid for everything else. Thor tipped using red Dwarven gold, and the Fairies threw the stuff around like it was dust. It didn't hurt that Sam was unusual thanks to a gift from a self-appointed (and somewhat unwelcome) Fairy Godfather who fed him Ambrosia when he was a six-month-old baby. Sam was closer to the god-side of his family and was Gifted with Dreams. Sometimes he would dream about the patrons, and they would give him even more gold if he could tell them something good was going to happen, or warn them about something bad.
Fate, Sam and his brothers had learned, could always be changed. The patrons at the bar always enjoyed a chance to thwart her if they could. He couldn't always focus his dreams onto one person or being, but he tried as much as possible if gold was on the line. Jess would help him, talk to him softly as he fell into sleep, whispering the name of the person he needed to get a lock on, but it would only work if it was a True Name. Hopefully Castiel hadn't lied, not that Sam thought he did.
There were two hours left in the day before he could go home and tell Jess what was going on and maybe find some more information out from Dean. After that he would head to The Roadhouse for his usual shift. Sam was intrigued by Castiel, however. He wanted to know more about him for himself as much as for Dean. Sam loved his brothers, Dean especially who had helped raise him and Adam when their father left to join the Wild Hunt and would only return sporadically.
The brothers had promised to never join the Hunt and because of it that decision, they enjoyed a good life in one place, but once a year, the call to the Hunt would come to them and they would see the hunters in the sky, chasing after the impossible White Stag that could never be caught. That was when they would see their father the most. Now that Sam had a life and a career and a girl, his decision to leave the Hunters behind was easier and he didn't feel the draw as much. The time of year was coming up again, and Sam hoped that Castiel was another anchor for Dean, who had struggled the last two years to turn his back on the call of his blood.
Their father had them to ground him, but after the death of their mother when they were small children, John Winchester had lost his anchor. The boys had grounded him for a time, but when Dean turned thirteen (Sam had been nine and Adam four), John couldn't deny the Call any longer. He had left.
The hits started coming in for Castiel and Sam started organizing all of the information into a folder. The good news was that Sam now wanted to know everything about Castiel, so he had a really good chance of dreaming about him tonight.
Work was rough because The Hunt was going to start in a few weeks and Hunters were flocking to their town. Sam was keeping an eye open for his dad, but so far John Winchester hadn't come by. The good news was that when Sam got home, he was able to lay down and fall asleep almost immediately.
He Dreamed of Castiel, but he could tell it was a portent of things to come. He was also mightily embarrassed because Castiel was in bed on top of Dean. Sam couldn't tell exactly what was happening due to his angle (and he was thankful for that), but it looked like the Angel was riding Dean, his wings spread out as Dean stroked his fingers through his feathers.
The wings were things of beauty, as it always was when Angels manifested. They were arched high above his head, fanned out slightly, and the feathers! Jeweled blues in varied shades, dark towards the base and brilliant sapphire at the tip.
Castiel seemed to sense Sam's presence, which happened every now and then when Sam scried through dreams, though he didn't know why, and turned to Sam with cold blue light shining in his eyes. Sam felt scared for several moments as the Angel's eyes bored into him. Then Cas lifted his hand and something dark hit Sam in the chest, propelling him backwards.
He awoke gasping, holding his chest.
"Sonofabitch!" he cried out, his hand stroking a sore spot on his chest. Beside him, Jess sat up and turned on the light.
"What's wrong, the dream?" she asked, brushing her wild blonde hair away from her face. Her eyes widened as she took him in. "Your chest!"
Sam looked down and found a handprint fading on his chest, as though someone had slapped him hard.
"What the hell?"
Jess touched the stinging skin. "That's never happened before," she breathed.
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Across town, Castiel was in Dean's guest room having a very different experience. Dean was under him, his erection brushing against Castiel's slick hole. They were kissing, their tongues sliding together, thrusting into each other's mouths as Castiel ground himself against Dean's stomach. He wanted to bind to Dean, to make him his Mate. He felt Dean stroking his back and it felt like magic, the way his fingers carded through his wings, the hot slick of oil stroking itself down his back.
"You're so wet for me, sweetheart," Dean murmured as he spread the oil over Castiel's back, bringing it down to his opening and stroking inside.
Castiel gasped. "I want you, Dean…make me yours."
"Yes," Dean agreed, reaching around to hold his hard, leaking cock. Castiel lifted himself and sank backwards onto it, moaning at how hot and thick it felt in his virgin ass.
"Fuck!" he cried, the pleasure too much.
Dean thrust upwards, hitting a spot in Castiel that he hadn't even known existed before. They started to move together, their bodies slick with sweat and oil and precum that leaked from Castiel's dick where it rested against Dean's stomach.
"So tight, sweetheart," Dean moaned.
Castiel stopped for a moment, making Dean look up at him strangely. The Hunter caressed his cheek in question. Castiel looked over his shoulder, spying the outline of someone very tall and menacing. Whoever they were, they were unwelcome. They did not belong in such a private, intimate moment. Angry, Castiel lifted his hand and sent them away using a thrust of his power, then turned back to Dean and started thrusting hard. Dean met his movements, lifting his hips against Castiel's, his hands stroking over Castiel's chest, his sides, his wings…
"Fuck…my wings…that feels so good, baby," Castiel moaned. "I need to mark you, I need you to be mine."
Dean nodded. "Make me yours."
Castiel reached out his hand and put it on Dean's shoulder, sending his essence into the mark. As they climaxed, the area glowed white hot and his mark was put on Dean even as Dean marked him as his own with his semen. They cried out together as Castiel's orgasm spurted out hotly between them.
"Fuck!" he shouted as he came awake.
Castiel looked around the empty room, sweaty and a mess as he had come thanks to his incredibly erotic dream.
"Wings!" he exclaimed, feeling his back. Nothing was there. But there was…he felt them just as sure as he had felt Dean inside of him. It was so real. It was more than just a dream, so much more.
But he was alone in his room, human with a normal human body.
"Cas?" Dean was knocking at his door.
Oh crap. He had his own spunk covering his naked chest, and it was all over Dean's sheets too. He couldn't open the door like this.
"I…I had a dream," Castiel said, scrambling for something to clean himself off with and something to cover up with. Hopefully not the same something for both issues.
"You okay? Wanna talk about it?"
"NO! I mean," he tried to lighten his tone. "Um, no, not really." Castiel grabbed a sock and wiped himself off, then pulled on a shirt to hide any further evidence. Next to the shirt were the boxers he had been wearing the day before, so he slipped those on too. Hopefully he'd find a chance to wash the sheets when Dean wasn't hanging around.
"Look, I'm sure it was a bad dream, Cas, but it might give you some insight into your Awakening."
Castiel opened the door and tried to not look like he had just had a wet dream about the man standing in front of him. "I, uh…I had wings in the dream, Dean."
"Wings," Dean repeated.
"Do you think I'm having a reaction to the Angels around me? Perhaps they bored their way into my subconscious." Was he speaking English or gibberish? He wasn't quite sure.
Castiel didn't like the look on Dean's face. It looked like he was trying to figure out how to lie with finesse. "Cas, I think we need to entertain all possibilities. It could be that you are a supernatural creature with wings."
Okay, that was worse because he seemed to not be lying.
"You think I have wings?" He felt himself start to panic.
"If you're dreaming about it, then yes, it's within the realm of possibility."
Castiel bit his lip and looked down at the floor uncertainly. Dean put his hand on his shoulder. The had had the same weight and size as the hand he remembered stroking down him in his dream. That hand had been buried in his wings…
"Hey, Cas…I told you we're in this together, right?"
Castiel nodded. "I just know there are things you're not telling me."
"I told you there would be. But we're going to figure it out. You're not alone."
"I'm going back to bed, Dean. Hopefully I won't have any more disturbing dreams." Castiel closed the door on Dean's face, not sure he wanted to be around the Hunter right now. Half-truths and post phantom coital bliss didn't tend to be good bedfellows. Then again, post phantom coital bliss wasn't a thing for most people. It wasn't normal or natural and he wanted to just forget it all again.
Castiel stripped off once more and slept between the comforter and the topsheet on the opposite side of the bed that he was sleeping on earlier.
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Dean was up early and started cooking breakfast for himself and Cas. Luckily, he always cooked way more than was needed because Sam came by and if he didn't overplan, Dean's sasquatch younger brother would have gone hungry.
"Pancakes?" Sam moaned appreciatively as Dean set a huge fluffy stack in front of him.
"Yeah, I think I've even got some fruit in here, but you'll have to cut and wash it yourself."
Sam did just that, straining a handful of strawberries under the tap and then slicing up melon.
"I bet Castiel will want some."
Dean stiffened. "Did you dream that he was here?"
Sam laughed at the look on Dean's face. "No, I heard the shower running, and Adam's at his dorm until tonight. Tell me you didn't…"
Dean held up a hand. "I gave him the guest room."
Sam plated up some fruit for himself and put the rest on a second plate, then set them down at the table. Castiel's plate he put across from himself. "I did dream about Cas, though."
Dean stalled mid-flip, then followed through. "Oh?"
Sam lifted his shirt, revealing a fist-sized bruise right in the middle of his chest.
Dean's eyes widened. "Wait, Cas did that? In your dream? But how?"
Sam shrugged and dropped his shirt just as they heard the shower turn off. "Okay, quickly, I'm going to do research on how he might have done this to me, and here is your file on him."
Dean nodded and hid the file out of sight so Castiel wouldn't see it. He'd explain it to him at one point, but he didn't want the Angel to get the wrong idea right away.
"Can you tell me about the dream?"
Sam shook his head, a huge bite of pancakes filling his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, then said with a voice still thick, "I, uh…let's just say that I kind of deserve this bruise."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Was he…I mean…were he and I?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean…"
"I'm not telling you anything," Sam said. "I won't jeopardize the future by telling you about it."
Dean smiled. "So we were!"
Sam rolled his eyes. "You're a jerk."
"And you're a whiny little bitch," Dean muttered, flipping three pancakes onto a plate and setting it in the oven for Castiel. "Well, can you at least tell me…"
"Dean, no, I saw about five seconds, which was five seconds longer than I wanted, and then I got punted out. You have your file, but it's not anything new. Pretty much the same origin story of every Angel we've encountered."
Dean brought his plate over and started pouring syrup. "So, kid born to parents who desperately wanted a baby but couldn't have any, then suddenly…"
"Yeah, Castiel. And they gave him an Angel's name. Castiel is the Angel of Thursdays. But get this, when he came to the bar the other night? Thor started talking to him. Think it's a coincidence?"
Dean shrugged, then shushed Sam as he heard Castiel moving down the stairs.
"Dean?"
"In the kitchen. Come meet my brother."
Castiel peeked around the corner, his hair a wild mess of wet curls. His blue eyes got huge when he spied Sam.
"Oh, we know each other," Sam said, smiling.
"Yes, we met at the bar," Castiel said. "Good to see you again."
Sam gave his best smile and turned on the innocent brown puppy dog eyes, then indicated the plate of fruit. "I cut you some fruit," he said.
"And I put the pancakes in the oven," Dean jerked his head to the oven. "Knock yourself out, man."
Castiel retrieved his pancakes and sat in front of his fruit plate. "I'm thinking of taking a leave of absence from my work," Castiel said as he buttered his pancakes and applied some of Ellen's homemade blackberry jelly.
"Normally I'd say you were running from your problems, but it might be a good idea," Sam said gently. "Awakenings can be very stressful, and you'll be dealing with suddenly knowing that the people you work with are not Human like you thought they were."
Castiel shuddered and nodded. "Yes, I am already experiencing that. And in my apartment building, many of my friends are…I don't know what they are."
"They're still your friends, Cas," Dean pointed out. "They're still exactly who they always were."
"I suppose. But…" he put his fork down. "I don't know, Dean. It's just…I don't know how to deal with it."
"No way to go over, man, you have to go through," Dean said. "Take your leave of absence, but don't bury your head in the sand. Come on hunts with me. I've got a lady with a poltergeist next town over. We could have fun."
"Poltergeist?" Sam scoffed. "Sort of throwing him into the deep end there, aren't you?"
Dean gave Castiel a wink, which made him blush. "Nah, the deep end would be a wendigo or a rugaru. This is just a simple exorcism. Whaddaya say, Cas?"
Castiel looked up, his amazing blue eyes big and bright. "I think I'd like that, Dean. As you said, it could be fun."
Sam smiled enigmatically, then wiped his mouth off. "Well, I have to get to the office. See you two tonight at The Roadhouse?"
"If we can finish off the exorcism," Dean answered.
"I have faith in you, big brother," Sam said, pulling on his jacket. "Catch you later, Cas. Stay safe, okay?"
Castiel waved Sam off, and Dean gave his brother a big smile as the overgrown moose left through the kitchen door.
"Well, Cas, I think you're going to have a good time today," Dean grinned.
Castiel looked a little nervous. "I hope so."