Seven o'clock rolled around that night, and Gabriel was pounding on the door. Castiel rolled his eyes, putting down his favorite book. He walked over to the door, opening it up.
"We were afraid you had died!" Gabriel gushed, breathing heavily. "I got here earlier today and you weren't here. You never leave the house."
"I had some things to take care of. Are you here for an actual reason, or just to remind me that your very existence is a nuisance?" Castiel questioned. Gabriel put a hand on his heart.
"You know, that hurts, Cas. I thought we had something special. Is it just because you have a new boytoy and now you don't have time for your friends?" Gabriel asked, shooting a fake glare Dean's way. "I always knew that boy was a bad influence."
"Why. Are. You. Here?" Castiel demanded.
He loved Gabriel to death, he really did. But it was seven o'clock at night, and he was hoping that he and Dean could get a little... intimate again, soon. If Gabriel had something to tell him, he would listen, but if he was just insistent upon intruding in his home for no reason Castiel was going to kick him out.
"Well, Anna's having another bonfire out by the lake tonight. Just the five of us. We're going to have skittle-cooked snacks and complain about our bosses. If you're not there, we're going to talk about how terrible you are."
"Gabriel." Castiel warned, looking at him sternly. Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"Okay, okay. Well, are you going to come or not? Last time you were too busy with Dean, but right now I see no reason for you to say-"
"Gabriel. I'll come if I come. You should go ahead and leave." Castiel said, in warning. Gabriel pouted, but turned.
"If you aren't there, I'm going to tell everyone I walked in on you and Dean having sex. And that his penis is small." He threatened. Castiel pushed him the rest of the way out, shutting the door behind him. He gave a deep sigh and turned back to Dean.
"He wouldn't really do that, would he?" Dean questioned, looking a little worried.
"He would, but at this point nobody would believe him." Castiel reassured him, smiling a bit. He walked over and sat down on the coffee table, in front of Dean.
"Well, look at you, disregarding perfectly good furniture." Dean teased. "What a rebel you're turning out to be. Maybe Gabe was right. I am a bad influence."
Castiel leaned forward to seal their lips together in a tender kiss, smiling against Dean's lips.
"Do you want to go, or not? I didn't want to ask you in front of Gabriel and put pressure on you to say yes." Castiel admitted. Dean shrugged.
"I'm cool with it. Really, we should go. As a thank you to Anna, for giving us... Well, more options than we had before." Dean reminded him, looking down. Castiel knew that he was being careful to try and not assume his position on whether or not to go, and he appreciated it. Dean was a good friend.
"I think you're right." Castiel said. He wanted to stay there with Dean, but...
Well, if he was leaving, he should take the opportunity to spend more time with his friends while he could. The bonfire would be a good chance to do that.
Castiel was still torn. Everything seemed like it would be okay if he went, but how could he be sure? He couldn't. And this, this time frame he had for figuring everything out was small, and already closing. He couldn't make a good decision, couldn't be certain it was the right thing to do, with all of this pressure hanging over him. What the hell was he supposed to do?
The extra time given to him by the ball getting pushed back helped a little, but not enough. For a decision like this, he would rather take weeks or even months so that he could carefully flesh out all the possibilities, and make his decision only when he was certain of what was right.
However, that wasn't the way life worked. It was like he was a college student being forced to pick a major within four days. Only this decision would be much harder to change.
"Alright, let's go, then." He said, standing up. He extended a hand to Dean, and Dean took it.
Castiel let the warmth of Dean's hand distract him from his racing thoughts, focusing instead on his friend. He lead Dean over to the door and scooped him up into his arms, ready to fly down to the water.
When he got there, it smelled like salt.
It was odd, because this place wasn't all that close to the ocean. Castiel had seen the ocean, once, on a trip to a fae colony along the shoreline. By all sense, this place shouldn't give him the same calm, serenity that that did, but it does. That lake felt bigger than the ocean at that moment in time; the world began to feel smaller than it was.
He smiled, feeling himself begin to relax.
The fire came into view, tall and flickering orange and blue in the light. Anna had added some chemicals to give it a little more flare; Castiel knew that she really shouldn't be sneaking things like that from the lab, but he didn't tell her so. She already knew it, and she wasn't going to stop.
"Castiel!" She called out, waving to him. He could barely hear her voice over the crackle and roar of the enhanced fire, but somehow he managed to see her through the flame.
He touched down and set Dean down, feeling the warmth radiate against his skin, seeming to seep down to his bones. Anna smiled at him as he came around, running and jumping into his arms.
Castiel stood there awkwardly, not certain of how to respond. He hadn't been expecting such an enthusiastic greeting, especially not from Anna. She was affectionate, but usually a bit more reserved than this. After a few moments, he tentatively hugged back, feeling his affection for his friend grow.
"I have good news for you!" She announced, as soon as she pulled away. "Well, more good news."
"Go on." He announced. Anna rolled her eyes and shoved him away.
"Not until we're eating. I want to make sure Balthazar doesn't burn everything in revenge for not including him in what he calls my "rebellious uprising"." She quoted, saying the last sentence a little louder than the rest so that he could hear.
The fire was burning down some now, the chemicals burning out. It was a more manageable size, and Castiel felt relieved from the burn dancing across his skin.
"I was born to be a part of a revolution! I'm frankly insulted that you've decided to go ahead and do it without consulting me. My family used to come from France, you know." He said, over dramatically sighing. Castiel was confused.
"Rebellion? What is he talking about, Anna?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side. He'd never known Anna to be anything other than a good community leader. To think that she was plotting against it seemed ridiculous.
It was probably Balthazar just over exaggerating. He liked to do that a lot.
"We'll explain it in a second. Why don't you come and sit with us?" Anna offered, waving him over. Castiel followed behind obediently, sitting on a large stick they'd dragged over to serve as makeshift seats.
Balthazar held a metal contraption over the fire, turning it occasionally and shaking it. Anna reached over every once in awhile to tell him to do something differently or to remind him to do it at all, but for the most part, it passed without incident.
He pulled the thing back and opened it up, using an oven mitt he'd brought along. Castiel was suddenly overwhelmed with the smell of fresh food, and his mouth began to water.
"What is that?" He questioned, smelling deeply. Anna smiled at him.
"Well, it's a cooker. To cook over a camp fire more efficiently than sticks. It's something I made at the lab when I saw some humans using something like it a few years ago. I just forgot I'd made it until earlier today when I was cleaning some stuff out. Actually, that's why I had this get together." She said.
Gabriel reached forward, fingers almost closing around a small piece of food. Anna smacked his hand away without even looking, and he made a loud whining sound.
"Anna, that's ridiculous! I can eat it that hot!"
"If you start eating now, nobody else is going to get anything." She said, looking back and raising her eyebrow at him. Gabriel thought a few moments before he shook his head, agreeing with her.
"Yeah, I've actually used one of those before. Bobby used to take Sam and I camping all the time when we were younger, mainly so we could avoid dad on the weekends. But man, nothing beats the taste of a sandwich cooked in one of these things. Under the stars." Dean said, looking up to emphasize his point.
Castiel looked up, too, feeling a fond affection for the sky grow. He could remember stories about the stars from when he was younger; the kind that settled in your bones and made you feel like the sky was more your home than the earth would ever be.
"I have to admit I share your affinity." Castiel said, softly. Dean smiled at him, shaking his head a little bit.
"Hey, knuckleheads, do you want some before I turn this over to Gabriel?" Anna questioned, waving the still-warm pot over to them. Castiel reached in and grabbed some of it, smiling a little bit.
It was little pieces of potatoes, small and fried with honey so that they tasted salty and sweet. Dean tasted it and made a face, leaning over their makeshift seat and spitting it out.
"That was disgusting, god. What was that, mashed potatoes and candy's freaky love child?" Dean demanded, shuddering. Castiel laughed a little, still munching on his little bit.
"Actually, you're not far off." He admitted. Dean turned to him and his eyes widened, head shaking. "It's a bit of an acquired taste."
"I never want to acquire that taste, thank you very much." Dean mumbled, shaking his head. Gabriel shrugged.
"Whatever then, more for me." He said, grabbing the pot and digging in.
Eventually, they all sat around the campfire in complete silence, staring at the flames. The food was done, and it was at that time between when everyone finishes eating and when everyone begins to actually talk. Castiel actually enjoyed times like these, not feeling like he had to say anything.
"So, about this magic revolution Balthazar is a baby about..." Dean said, slowly. Balthazar sent him a glare, sticking out his tongue.
"Well, about that..." Anna said, scratching her head. "I kinda sorta maybe told the rest of the scientists that we had a plan to get you to the human world? I swear it was an accident, one of them knew I was working on the growing potion and offered to help, and there was no way I could have gotten it done in time on my own-"
"Anna." Castiel said, giving her a stern look. Anna blushed and looked down, sighing.
"I know, I know, telling people is risky because it might get back to Uriel beforehand and if he knows blah blah blah he'll think it's a revolution. That's not the point to this, though."
"The point is that is actually is a revolution."
"Balthazar, shut up." Anna commanded. She took a moment to straighten up her back and she continued, "Well, I mentioned that it was because you and Dean were an item, and you might choose to stay with him. They all thought you make an excellent couple, by the way."
Castiel blushed, shaking his head. "Anna, the point."
"I'm getting there. Well, I went over our plan with them, and they said that they thought it was good. They also said that if he starts to give us any trouble, they're going to stand up with me."
"They're going to...?" Castiel questioned, not quite getting this. Was this a revolution? Was that what he was witnessing?
"Offer some leverage. If the entire team of science experts is willing to quit if you aren't sent to the human world, well... that's some serious persuasion, Castiel. Yes, it sounds a little bit like a revolution. But don't you think it's time we start to get some say in what goes on around here?" She questioned.
Castiel's head was spinning. He couldn't believe it. Anna, one of his best friends, was planning a revolution against all that he had been loyal to for his entire life-
But the thing that bothered him the most, was that he almost didn't care.
He could see what she meant. He knew that she was right, and that having no say in how anything was run wasn't right and wasn't just. They needed to make changes and adjustments as a society, and the way Uriel made everyone to feel as though they themselves were unimportant, like their worth was based entirely upon how well they did their job, was wrong.
He felt almost numb to this revelation. He was almost numb at how far he had fallen.
"I'm glad." he said, finally. Because, despite the swirling tornado of emotions inside of him, he could feel that one loud and clear. He was happy that he had a better chance of going with Dean, should that be what he would decide.
"You're... Glad?" Anna questioned, tilting her head to the side. She had clearly been worried out of her mind with how Castiel would react. Before Dean had come along, it would have been for good reason, too. But now? Now, Cas couldn't separate what he wanted from what had been ingrained into his head as 'right'.
He'd always been a little bit of a rebel. He'd done things a little differently, accidentally broke rules that he knew were there for a reason, he'd even intentionally broken a few when he was younger. But the guilt that he was made to feel for when he did, the absolute horror when Uriel told him he was defacing his father's memory, had been enough to stop him.
Now, what Dean said changed that.
He didn't think about his Father's memory. He'd barely known his father.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be? Uriel is an oppressive leader and needs to be challenged." Castiel said.
Gabriel dropped his food, staring in absolute shock.
After a little while, he smiled a huge smile. "That's the Castiel I know and love. I always knew you'd come around to the idea of a little rule breaking."
"It would be another thing if we had consented to the rules which we're being forced to follow. I'm still not necessarily supporting anything extreme, but..."
Castiel thought. Honestly, this changed the game.
If his friends might eventually be caught up in a revolution, he didn't want to have to stand against them. He wouldn't stand against them. He couldn't force himself to if he tried. However, if he wasn't in the garrison, if he could get another position, he could pick a side. He could stand by his friends.
Not that he expected things to spiral into revolution any time soon. But he had to think ahead; the blood of someone he loved on his hands was too high a price to pay just to keep to his old habits of blind obedience. He would never forgive himself.
"I believe we have his permission." Balthazar said, pleasantly. Gabriel and Anna did a high-five, and Balthazar exchanged weird, half-handshakes with both of them. They shared a look.
"That's not going to be the official handshake of the rebellion." Anna said.
"Oh, come on! You're just not going to let me decide anything now, are you?" He asked.
Castiel remained quiet through most of the night, silently listening to his friends bicker and squabble, talking and laughing. The air was warm with more than just the fire; he loved them and they loved each other, and Castiel felt like he was in the presence of family.
The night wore thin, and the moon was directly above them. Castiel sighed as he watched it, eyes glazing over. Soon, he would go. The fire was turning to embers in the pit, and Anna and Balthazar were hugging goodnight. Dean slipped his fingers in between Cas's, and he slowly worked to pull them up.
"Do you want to head home now?" He asked. He leaned a little closer, his voice husky in Cas's ear. "I have some things I'd like to touch, with your permission."
"You have it wholeheartedly." Cas purred back, nuzzling under Dean's neck in a small sign of affection.
"Get a room!" Gabriel yelled, as he picked up a bucket to get water with, so that they could fully extinguish the fire before they left.
"We're about to fly to mine. You're welcome to shut up, if you'd like." Castiel responded. He could practically hear Gabriel rolling his eyes at him.
"Goodbye, Castiel." Anna said, standing to hug him. She hesitated a moment before leaning over to wrap her arms around Dean, as well. Dean hugged back with everything that he had, patting her back soothingly.
"Thank you so much for everything, Anna." He said, sincerely. Castiel smiled at the sight.
Even if he left with Dean, both of them would still want to come back here. Maybe they would schedule vacations; twice a year they would come and spend a week or so here, surrounded by their friends, Castiel taking the opportunity to report back on everything he'd learned about the humans.
That sounded just on the brink of perfection.
The flight home was dark, but it was a good kind of dark. The kind that made everything seem still.
"You really need to get better glowy-rocks in here." Dean said, as they walked into the living room. His legs wobbled a little as he walked, which Cas found endearing. It was like sea sickness, but Dean got it whenever they flew long distances.
"Yes, that I do. Do you think you'd like to go to the market with me tomorrow and get some more of the glow-paint?" Castiel offered. "We could repaint them together later."
"That actually sounds really cool. When you say 'market', do you mean like, a place people go to haggle? Trade? Like, a huge row of stalls with different merchants?" Dean questioned. Castiel smiled a little bit.
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. It's a large and beautiful place, and you'll get to see some of our finest crafter's works." Castiel said. He was already looking forward to taking Dean with him, to introducing him to his favorite shops. In fact, Cas would really like to get Dean something to take home with him. Something to remind him of his time with the fae, just in case Cas didn't leave with him.
"Well then. I'm pretty excited. However, there is another work of art I'd like to see about now." Dean purred, stalking towards him.
Their lips met in a heated embrace, and Cas let out a moan as Dean's tongue danced with his.
It didn't take long until Cas was pushed back up against his bed, moaning and writhing against Dean. Dean was honestly tempted to just keep going like this, rutting up against each other like they were teenagers, lost in the feeling of Cas's feathers brushing up against his skin and his tongue occasionally darting into Dean's mouth.
But, Dean had a plan. A really fucking stupid plan, that he wished he'd never come up with, because he was fucking scared as hell.
However, he knew it was the right thing to do. Castiel had already given so much of himself, without knowing whether or not he'd end up going with Dean. Dean wanted to leave a part of himself with Cas, a memory he'd never forget, like the ones Cas would have from their time together. Just in case.
Dean had had sex before. Dean had had a lot of sex, with a lot of people, a lot of meaningless and sometimes broken people. He'd down just about everything in the book that you could do; he'd been tied up, whipped, tried every position, hell, a girl had even worn a collar for him once. He'd role played, kissed, given handjobs and blowjobs and etc. But there was one thing left he hadn't done.
Dean had never taken a cock.
"Cas, I wanna try something new. Are you okay with that? Could you trust me?" He asked, softly.
"Of course." Castiel said, blinking.
"Then get up on the bed, lay down, and close your eyes. Keep yourself hard however you can, this might take a little while. Just... Trust me, okay? I promise it'll be worth it." He swore. Castiel let the smallest smile sneak up, quirking his lip in that way that made Dean's heart melt. He did as he was told, laying back and closing his eyes.
Dean shed the rest of his clothes, reaching up to tug one of his nipples lightly. He gasped softly, and he could see Cas's eyes twitch as he fought the urge to open them.
He dipped his fingers into the lotion and propped one of his legs up onto the bed, looking nervously down. His cock grew the smallest bit soft, sagging a little from the nerves.
He pumped it with one hand, bringing himself back to full hardness. His other reached between his legs, feeling along. He pressed up against his hole, the coldness of the lotion causing him to shiver. Forcing himself to relax, he guided one finger in.
He crooked it the smallest amount, feeling out what it was like inside of himself. It was soft and warm, and wasn't as intrusive as he would have thought to have something up there. He slowly began to move it in and out, treating his cock with long and slow strokes, going the same pace.
It wasn't long before all of the discomfort was gone, and he began to add another finger. It burned a little bit this time, the stretching sensation odd. He shoved them in a little further and tensed up, considering giving up for a moment.
He dismissed the thought, bringing his other hand up to rub at his slit. He let out a loud, choked moan at the feeling, muscles relaxing enough to let his two fingers slide in. He kept rubbing insistently at his head as he began to scissor them, opening himself up as wide as he could.
The burn was getting to him again, the subtle feeling. It felt like too much and at the same time as if it wasn't quite enough, but as he adjusted, he found that he sort of missed it. It was starting to feel nice to have pressure up against his walls. He wiggled his fingers in just a little deeper, pressing down a bit to see if he-
He let out a loud cry, hips bucking forward as he hit his prostate. He stopped moving his fingers, keeping them still as he caught his breath.
It wasn't long before he was fucking himself down on three fingers, letting out small and broken whines and moans as he brushed up against his prostate.
"C-Cas," He finally gasped out. He was absolutely ready to give himself over to his throws of passion; Castiel sat, perfectly still and his lips shut into a thin line. His cock was hard and beading up with small drops of precum from Dean's noises.
Dean crawled onto the bed, kissing Cas passionately. Cas kissed back like he was a man dying of dehydration and Dean was a cool drink of water; pleased at the reaction, Dean took his hand, still half-covered in lotion, and began to pump Cas's cock with it nice and slow.
Cas let out a long moan, arching upwards. Dean let out small, reassuring sounds, pressing kisses along his jawline. Cas's stubble scratched, but Dean couldn't be brought to care at the moment. He was too high on the knowledge of what was going to come.
"Cas," Dean said, straddling his hips. He rose himself up and hovered just above Cas's cock, feeling almost empty after his fingers had left. He relaxed in anticipation for what was to come, knowing that Cas was a little thicker than the average human, and he didn't want to hurt himself. "Open your eyes."
Cas's eyes flickered open, and he took in the scene with interest. He licked his lips when his eyes met Dean's, and he nodded. That was all the permission Dean needed.
He slowly began to sink down, head slipping in easy. Cas let out a beautiful moan, wings fluffing up. He began to let out a slow pant, fingers fisting in the sheets. Dean sunk down lower, feeling the burn but ignoring it in favor of being fucking turned on as hell from Cas's face. His lips parted in the perfect 'o', hair tousled just the right way, wings stretching up to meet Dean's arms and back, enclosing them as if the rest of the world didn't even fucking exist.
Dean finally bottomed out. He gave himself a few moments to adjust before shifting, to get his position right.
He ended up crying out in pleasure as he hit against his prostate, the feeling almost making him dizzy.
He slowly rose up again, feeling Cas's dick drag against his stretched hole. Cas had all those little bumps that had been disregardable when Dean was sucking him, but now? Holy shit, Dean could feel every small bump. He understood why they made dildos with texture; every catch against his rim sent a shock through his system.
"Cas, shit man." He moaned, starting to sink back down. Cas brushed against his prostate again and Dean let out a groan, deciding that he'd had quite enough of the small movements, tentative. He wanted to cry out Cas's name as he came.
He started to move his hips in earnest, raising a few inches and dropping a few inches, hitting his prostate dead on with every drop. A bead of precum swelled on his dick as he went, faster and faster, moaning and groaning and letting Cas's hips move up into him at the same time as he went down.
He buried his fingers in Cas's feathers, and he felt Cas's dick give a twitch inside of him, interested. Dean started to go just a little faster, just a little harder, clutching at Cas's wings and gasping and groaning as he did.
Cas's wings started to twitch the way they did when he was close to letting pollen go all over the place. Dean wondered what it would feel like to Cas if he was cumming from his wings and having his dick ridden at the same time, and decided to make it his mission to find out such a thing. Castiel had already lasted so long for his first time, though, he knew he was going to have to make it quick.
He leaned over to one of Cas's wings, acting on instinct and hoping that it would feel good. He picked one of the larger feathers; shiny and glistening black in the low light. Slowly and tentatively he stuck out his tongue, licking a stripe across it.
Cas's hips bucked up into his body, Cas letting out a cry as he did so.
Dean began to lick his wings in earnest then; the feathers tasted sweet, almost like his cum. Dean kept moving along his flight feathers, stopping and switching when he got as many as he could reach on one.
He didn't even have to ride Cas then; Cas's hands were like steel vices as they gripped Dean's hips, Cas's own hips moving up and down. A little slower than Dean would like, but he was burning all over and couldn't complain that Cas kept hitting his sweet spot and staying pressed there for a few seconds at a time.
Finally, Cas's wings gave a mighty shake, and splayed out, pollen beginning to sift through his feathers. Dean started to move his own hips a little faster, loving Cas's loud and broken moan of his name.
Suddenly, Cas's hips were snapping upwards at a rate that was almost inhuman. He let out a growl, starting to speak in a language that was entirely foreign to Dean, but dark and seductive. As he drilled into Dean's prostate, the dark and foreign tongue falling from his lips like a prayer, Dean felt a low fire start to build in his stomach.
Suddenly, the stimulation got to be too much. Cas's dick spasmed inside him, still hitting all the right spots, and Cas let out loud cries mixed with Dean's name. Dean felt something in him let go, and he was cumming in long, white-hot spurts all across his own chest.
Cas kept thrusting even after Dean was done, and Dean let out small whines as his overstimulated dick had bursts of pleasure going through it, almost too much to bare. He refused to get hard again, but something about the feeling, the satisfaction to the point where he still felt it and wasn't getting hard, there was something about that. Something that made him grind down on Cas again and again, until Cas was beginning to soften.
He pulled up, muscles burning from the exercise. He fell down next to Castiel and snuggled up, feeling cum begin to trickle out of his ass. Whatever. He could wash it out in the morning.
"That was amazing. What language were you speaking?"
"The language of the stars." Castiel responded, tiredly.
"What?" Dean asked, tilting his head to the side. Cas made a vague noise in response, but saw that that wouldn't be good enough for Dean.
"I'll tell you one day. Not right now." Castiel said.
Dean nodded. Cas could take all the time he needed. Plus, it's not like he was exactly mad about it. Whatever it was, it was fucking hot.