An Even Newer Testament (11/?)
Title: An Even Newer Testament (part 11)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3250
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Blood (used for a spell completely unrelated to sex), Graphic Sex, Possible Blasphemy (maybe? If prayer during sex is blasphemous), Marking During Sex (nails, teeth, etc), Literal Magical Healing Sex
Summary: Dean learns a bit about angelic magic and gets some much needed alone time with his lover.
A/N: This chapter is a bit weird. Somehow I made blood magic fluffy. O_o Just remember, blood in Enochian magic is canon in the show. Sorry if it grosses you out. Also, as far as the sex goes… I don’t even know… I like magic sex… O_o
Faith Universe Masterpost
Dean hoped this wasn’t a fight. He really hated fighting with Castiel, but sometimes his evasiveness just pushed Dean over the edge. Just when the angel would catch on that humans needed elaboration he’d slip back into his ambiguous behavior that drove Dean up the wall.
The second they materialized in their cabin Dean was ready to continue their conversation, but he got distracted by chalk markings on the floor. A circle expanded the five feet of space between the kitchenette and the couch and within it were numerous letters and symbols. They looked Enochian, but he wasn’t very good with languages so he wasn’t exactly sure. “What’s that?”
Cas followed his gaze to the floor. “I’m working on something.” When he looked back at Dean he could tell he wanted elaboration. “A way for you to get here without me. It isn’t ready to be used yet.”
“You’re making this thing from scratch aren’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, there isn’t a spell that exists already for me to come here without you.” Dean crouched down next to the symbol to study it. He touched his fingers slightly to the chalk and realized it wasn’t quite the substance he thought it was. It looked like chalk, but it was permanently affixed to the floor like it’d been mixed with glue or something. Or maybe it wasn’t chalk at all. Cas had a habit of knowing where all sorts of weird things were in the world so it could be anything. He really didn’t know.
“No, there isn’t an existing spell for such purposes. I’m, uh, combining various things to make it possible. Most of it is old Enochian, but I’ve included some modern elements into the spellwork.”
Dean was impressed that Cas was essentially making up magic, but he wasn’t even going to pretend to understand it right now. It’d distracted him enough from the task at hand already. “Well, at some point we’ll talk about this. But right now, we kind of have other things...”
He stood up and immediately found Cas well within his personal space. And he wouldn’t have it any other way, even if they were kind of sort of fighting. This is just how they talked. His thoughts drifted back to the conversation they’d begun back at the motel. He didn’t really understand what was happening and Castiel’s evasiveness was driving him crazy.
“Dean, why are you angry?”
“I’m not ‘angry’ exactly. I’m just frustrated. I don’t know what these assholes want with me. And I get the feeling that you do.”
“I’m unsure who placed the bounty on you, but I am investigating the matter.”
“Well, thanks. I guess I just don’t understand why it’s there in the first place. Something to do with us?”
“I believe so.”
“Why? “
“I honestly don’t know. I assume it is because of our relationship, beyond that I just don’t know.” Dean sighed in frustration, knowing that Cas was actually telling the truth this time. He was just as clueless about what was happening as Dean was and that actully made the hunter even more frustrated. Castiel noticed Dean’s attention fall back to the markings on the floor and he knew his mind was wandering back to the subject. “Would you like me to explain it to you?”
“Will I understand it?”
“I don’t doubt that you could. I do, however, doubt my ability to adequately explain it to you.”
“Well, you’re getting all self-doubty again.”
“So are you.”
Dean shrugged. “Fair point.” He pointed back to the markings. “Explain it then.”
“This mark will indicate your landing location when you teleport yourself here. You’ll always land within the circle. The markings in the center are old Enochian and spell out your name phonetically.”
“Really?” Dean looked at the lettering, never even thinking that his name could translate to such an ancient lettering system. Of course, he hadn’t put much thought into it to begin with. “So does this mean only I can teleport here? Since it’s my name and all.”
“Yes, though if you are making physical contact with another human they would be able to come here with you. They would never be able to come here without you. You are the essential element to this spellwork.”
“Human. So demons and shit can’t unintentionally hitch a ride with me.”
“Certainly not.”
“Ok, how do I activate it?”
“That’s still, um, a work in progress.” Castiel reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black triangular rock. “This should be the key for you if the spell I’m crafting works out as I intend it to. At this juncture I’m afraid you’ll have to draw your own blood for it to activate. I don’t foresee there being away around that.”
“You didn’t care so much about that when you drew my blood to find Balthazar.”
Cas’ face was pained, obviously regretful for his past actions. “I’m sorry for that.”
“I’m not holding it against you Cas. It just hurt like a bitch, that’s all.” Dean reached out and brought Cas’ face up so that their eyes could meet. “Hey, it’s ok. I get bruised and scraped almost every day. Pricking my finger with this thing won’t be a big deal. I promise.”
Castiel smiled a little and turned his attention back to the mark on the floor. “Those are the essential elements of the spellwork as far as you are concerned. There is much to be done connecting the two together.” Cas paused. “There is something I need from you to complete this.”
“What?”
“More of your blood to mark the circle here and connect this stone to this landing point.”
“Now?”
“If it is convenient for you.”
“Yeah, sure, of course.” Dean began to roll up his sleeve. “How much do we need?”
“Enough to cover the symbols.”
He looked at the complex Enochian lettering and sighed. “That’s a lot of blood Cas.”
“I am aware of that. I apologize. Blood magic is the most reliable way of enacting a spell and if there were another way I would unquestioningly take it.”
“Yeah, I understand. It’s just, I don’t know, I hope I get a cookie afterwards or something.” Cas tilted his head in confusion and Dean attempted to explain. “It’s a joke. When you donate blood or something they usually give you a cookie or orange juice afterwards. I don’t know why, but they do. Something about blood sugar I think.”
“I see.” Cas walked to the kitchenette and opened a cabinet. He pulled out a small plastic cup that Dean didn’t even know they had and approached the hunter. “I will heal you immediately. Blood sugar included. I’m sorry for this.”
“Stop apologizing and just do it, Cas.” Dean held out his arm and Cas pressed the point of the rock up to a vein. When it pierced the skin Dean gasped, but otherwise remained composed. Castiel delicately held Dean’s arm over the cup and caught the spilling blood. Dean hadn’t felt blood leave his body this quickly since the last time he’d been stabbed and, as expected, it hurt like a bitch. He could feel the himself becoming slightly light headed and he hoped it wouldn’t go on for much longer.
When it was almost full Cas ran his fingers over the wound and healed it instantly. Dean turned his arm over and all that was left was a small smudge of blood across his unblemished skin. He realized he never saw the puncture mark during the whole process and it almost felt like nothing had happened. He ran his thumb over where he had felt pain seconds before and cleared the smudge mark away. Sometimes he took Cas’ healing power for granted and when he had a moment to truly think about it he felt blessed to be able to receive it. And maybe ‘blessed’ was an appropriate term for it. He wasn’t really sure.
“Would you like to learn your name in Enochian?”
Dean looked up from his arm and caught Cas’ eyes. The corner of the angel’s mouth twitched and Dean knew he was really excited at the prospect of teaching his language to him. And Dean had to admit, it did sound kind of cool. “Sure.”
Castiel motioned for him to sit down in the center of the circle. When he looked at the symbols around him he realized he was looking at his own name written out in his lover’s language and he smiled at how intimate that felt. Castiel sat down on the outside of the circle just opposite of Dean. He set the cup of blood down on the floor and pointed to one of the markings. “This is where it begins.”
For the next twenty minutes Cas explained each letter and watched as Dean traced it with his own blood. It wasn’t an exact match phonetically, but it was as close as it could possibly be in Enochian. The only Enochian Dean knew until that point was the banishing sigil. He’d only looked at the X-rays of his ribs briefly, but sometimes he wondered exactly what was written on his bones. There were so many letters involved he knew it must have been a pretty complex spell. This, however, was just his name and seemed relatively simple in comparison.
When he traced the last letter he looked up at Castiel. “So, is that it?”
“As far as you are concerned, yes, that’s it. You, this rock, and this symbol are now connected. I have yet to complete the rest of the spell, however.”
Dean took the nearly empty cup and stood up from the floor. He rolled around the remaining drops of blood at the bottom and wondered what the hell he was going to do with the rest of it. As far as he knew this little cabin didn’t have running water so he couldn’t exactly rinse it out. He walked to the kitchen area and set the cup down on the counter.
When he turned around Castiel was right up in his personal space again. He remembered a time when that bothered him, but now he just took it as a sign of trust between the both of them. His instant response was to wrap his arms around Cas and kiss him. Whatever tension was between them evaporated in that moment. For a minute they just enjoyed the lazy kiss, but their embrace began to grow more frantic and they soon found themselves pulling at each other in a desperate need to get to the bed.
Dean figured Cas must have used his mojo somehow because the back of his knees slammed into the mattress way too quickly. The cabin was small, but not that small. Cas gave him a gently push and Dean went tumbling backwards onto the bed. When he landed on the sheets he realized his clothing was already gone. “You know it’s kind of hot when you abuse your power like that?” Castiel smirked and Dean noticed the angel was still fully clothed. “But you need to even it out dude.”
Dean sat up and yanked Castiel towards him by his tie. Cas attempted to climb on top of him, but Dean was having none of that and pushed back. Dean grabbed onto Castiel’s tie with one hand and maneuvered him back onto the bed with the other. The angel had learned enough about Dean at this point to go with it. Cas didn’t mind being in either position, but his lover clearly had a preference. He wouldn’t let it happen all the time because he certainly felt a desire to dominate Dean, but this time it just felt right.
When Dean successfully turned him over he realized Cas’ clothes disappeared at some point mid roll. Except his tie. Dean was still holding on to that damn tie. The sudden skin to skin contact made Dean flush even more than he already was. “Cas you’re driving me crazy.”
“Um,” Cas paused and looked concerned.
“No, in a good way.”
Castiel didn’t entirely understand of concept of being driven mad ‘in a good way,’ but when Dean began to leave kisses across his neck he figured he’d let that particular question drop. When Dean nibbled his neck and tugged on the tie roughly Cas’ began to lose himself to the pleasure. His eyes rolled back into his head and he ran his hands up Dean’s back,
Dean had no idea why Castiel chose the leave the tie on, but he really didn’t mind. In fact, he kind of liked it. He’d discovered so many new turn-ons since he chose to enter a relationship with the angel and he guessed he’d just had to add the tie to that list. He left little bite marks along Cas’ neck just below the silky material and tugged on in again forcing the angel to knock his head back.
By that point the angel was so far lost in the experience he didn’t even register that Dean had grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked up his fingers. When the hunter pushed in his first digit Cas gasped and dug his nails into his back. He wasn’t sure if he drew any blood, so he ran his healing fingers over back to heal any accidental marks. The tingling sensation of Cas’ power only turned Dean on more and he buried his finger deeper inside him in response.
When Dean slipped in a second finger Castiel instinctually put his hand over his mouth, knowing that when he got too lost in pleasure he had a habit of letting his true voice slip. Dean planted a gentle kiss to the back of the angel’s hand. “Cas, don’t worry. Just let go.”
He took his hand off his mouth and cupped Dean’s face. “But I might hurt you.”
Dean laughed, but continued to work his fingers inside Castiel to prepare him. “Yeah, but I thought the point of us going way the hell out in the middle of the woods was so that you could let go a little bit.”
“Yes, but your ears…” Cas gasped out.
“What’s a couple of exploding ear drums between friends?”
“Dean…” Cas tried his best to look Dean seriously in the eyes to make a point, but it was a difficult task when all they wanted to do was roll back into his head.
“What?”
He tried again and managed to hold eye contact with his hunter. “I don’t like intentionally hurting you without a justifiable cause.”
“Then don’t do it intentionally. Just… just let go and let whatever happens happen, ok?”
Castiel reluctantly nodded and let his body be consumed by pleasure again. He still wanted to hold back, but he was willing to let go if it became too much. Dean inserted a third finger and Cas moaned. The first hints of his true voice bled through and he writhed with pleasure beneath his lover. Dean kissed Cas on the forehead, then gently on the lips before removing his fingers and placing himself at the entrance.
When he slid in Cas took in a sharp breath and dug his nails into Dean’s back again. This time he knew there was blood as he felt the moisture against his fingertips. He lightened the pressure on Dean’s back and healed him again. Dean moaned in reaction to the tingling sensation against his back. He planted another kiss on Castiel’s neck before pulling almost all the way out and pushing in again. Cas managed to control himself enough that time to not cause injury, but he chastised himself for losing control in the first place.
Once Cas had adjusted enough Dean began to set a steady rhythm. It was clear by the angel’s expression that he was enjoying himself, but he was still rigid as though he were struggling to maintain composure. Dean could understand that. He’d already been injured twice during this little romp, but he couldn’t fully enjoy himself with a lover who was holding back like that.
“Just let go, Cas,” he whispered into his ear. “It’s ok.”
Cas controlled himself for a few more seconds before reaching up and putting two finger under each of Dean’s ears. At first the hunter was confused by his lover’s action, but when Cas’ eyes rolled back into his head Dean sort of understood what was happening. Castiel let his head fall back and began to unleash his true voice. Only this time Dean’s ears remained intact. Cas was healing the damage as soon as it was caused and Dean could actually hear his true voice in its entirety.
He’d never heard a more beautiful sound in his entire life. Unlike the high pitched hum that he’d heard before, this sound was soothing and comforting. The angel’s voice sounded like a soprano choir singing some incredibly complex classical piece, but it also sounded like bells and birds and everything idyllic you could imagine when you think of the word ‘beautiful’ all at the same time. It was unearthly and hauntingly magnificent. In the distance he heard the sounds of glass shattering, but the angel’s voice demanded all of his focus and he didn’t care about anything else.
Dean couldn’t help himself. He shut his eyes and prayed. “Castiel… Castiel I love you… Cas…”
With one final thrust they both fell over the edge simultaneously. Cas’ voice reached its highest note and Dean moaned into his prayer. As the waves of pleasure crashed over them they held onto each other for dear life, both of them shaking uncontrollably as orgasm rocked through their bodies.
Cas’ hands held the sides of Dean’s face firmly and he pulled him down into a kiss as soon as the trembling began to subside. It was a tender kiss compared to the desperate pace of their love making, but it was exactly what they needed to bring themselves back to reality. Dean broke the kiss and collapsed onto Cas in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs.
“Cas, is that what you really sound like?” Dean let his fingers roam over Castiel’s chest and over the silky material of his tie.
“As far as your ears can perceive, yes.”
“It was... beautiful.”
The angel planted a kiss to his forehead and held him close. He’d never thought Dean would be able to hear him during his lifetime and he overjoyed that he could share his true self with his lover. Castiel assumed that as long as Dean was alive he’d only ever be able to perceive his vessel, but he’d clearly been wrong. He had no idea how much it meant to him until that moment and the joy he felt was indescribable.
As they both came down off the blissful high of orgasm they let exhaustion consume them. They drifted off to sleep together not only tangled in each other’s arms, but entwined within the same dreams.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3250
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Blood (used for a spell completely unrelated to sex), Graphic Sex, Possible Blasphemy (maybe? If prayer during sex is blasphemous), Marking During Sex (nails, teeth, etc), Literal Magical Healing Sex
Summary: Dean learns a bit about angelic magic and gets some much needed alone time with his lover.
A/N: This chapter is a bit weird. Somehow I made blood magic fluffy. O_o Just remember, blood in Enochian magic is canon in the show. Sorry if it grosses you out. Also, as far as the sex goes… I don’t even know… I like magic sex… O_o
Faith Universe Masterpost
Dean hoped this wasn’t a fight. He really hated fighting with Castiel, but sometimes his evasiveness just pushed Dean over the edge. Just when the angel would catch on that humans needed elaboration he’d slip back into his ambiguous behavior that drove Dean up the wall.
The second they materialized in their cabin Dean was ready to continue their conversation, but he got distracted by chalk markings on the floor. A circle expanded the five feet of space between the kitchenette and the couch and within it were numerous letters and symbols. They looked Enochian, but he wasn’t very good with languages so he wasn’t exactly sure. “What’s that?”
Cas followed his gaze to the floor. “I’m working on something.” When he looked back at Dean he could tell he wanted elaboration. “A way for you to get here without me. It isn’t ready to be used yet.”
“You’re making this thing from scratch aren’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, there isn’t a spell that exists already for me to come here without you.” Dean crouched down next to the symbol to study it. He touched his fingers slightly to the chalk and realized it wasn’t quite the substance he thought it was. It looked like chalk, but it was permanently affixed to the floor like it’d been mixed with glue or something. Or maybe it wasn’t chalk at all. Cas had a habit of knowing where all sorts of weird things were in the world so it could be anything. He really didn’t know.
“No, there isn’t an existing spell for such purposes. I’m, uh, combining various things to make it possible. Most of it is old Enochian, but I’ve included some modern elements into the spellwork.”
Dean was impressed that Cas was essentially making up magic, but he wasn’t even going to pretend to understand it right now. It’d distracted him enough from the task at hand already. “Well, at some point we’ll talk about this. But right now, we kind of have other things...”
He stood up and immediately found Cas well within his personal space. And he wouldn’t have it any other way, even if they were kind of sort of fighting. This is just how they talked. His thoughts drifted back to the conversation they’d begun back at the motel. He didn’t really understand what was happening and Castiel’s evasiveness was driving him crazy.
“Dean, why are you angry?”
“I’m not ‘angry’ exactly. I’m just frustrated. I don’t know what these assholes want with me. And I get the feeling that you do.”
“I’m unsure who placed the bounty on you, but I am investigating the matter.”
“Well, thanks. I guess I just don’t understand why it’s there in the first place. Something to do with us?”
“I believe so.”
“Why? “
“I honestly don’t know. I assume it is because of our relationship, beyond that I just don’t know.” Dean sighed in frustration, knowing that Cas was actually telling the truth this time. He was just as clueless about what was happening as Dean was and that actully made the hunter even more frustrated. Castiel noticed Dean’s attention fall back to the markings on the floor and he knew his mind was wandering back to the subject. “Would you like me to explain it to you?”
“Will I understand it?”
“I don’t doubt that you could. I do, however, doubt my ability to adequately explain it to you.”
“Well, you’re getting all self-doubty again.”
“So are you.”
Dean shrugged. “Fair point.” He pointed back to the markings. “Explain it then.”
“This mark will indicate your landing location when you teleport yourself here. You’ll always land within the circle. The markings in the center are old Enochian and spell out your name phonetically.”
“Really?” Dean looked at the lettering, never even thinking that his name could translate to such an ancient lettering system. Of course, he hadn’t put much thought into it to begin with. “So does this mean only I can teleport here? Since it’s my name and all.”
“Yes, though if you are making physical contact with another human they would be able to come here with you. They would never be able to come here without you. You are the essential element to this spellwork.”
“Human. So demons and shit can’t unintentionally hitch a ride with me.”
“Certainly not.”
“Ok, how do I activate it?”
“That’s still, um, a work in progress.” Castiel reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black triangular rock. “This should be the key for you if the spell I’m crafting works out as I intend it to. At this juncture I’m afraid you’ll have to draw your own blood for it to activate. I don’t foresee there being away around that.”
“You didn’t care so much about that when you drew my blood to find Balthazar.”
Cas’ face was pained, obviously regretful for his past actions. “I’m sorry for that.”
“I’m not holding it against you Cas. It just hurt like a bitch, that’s all.” Dean reached out and brought Cas’ face up so that their eyes could meet. “Hey, it’s ok. I get bruised and scraped almost every day. Pricking my finger with this thing won’t be a big deal. I promise.”
Castiel smiled a little and turned his attention back to the mark on the floor. “Those are the essential elements of the spellwork as far as you are concerned. There is much to be done connecting the two together.” Cas paused. “There is something I need from you to complete this.”
“What?”
“More of your blood to mark the circle here and connect this stone to this landing point.”
“Now?”
“If it is convenient for you.”
“Yeah, sure, of course.” Dean began to roll up his sleeve. “How much do we need?”
“Enough to cover the symbols.”
He looked at the complex Enochian lettering and sighed. “That’s a lot of blood Cas.”
“I am aware of that. I apologize. Blood magic is the most reliable way of enacting a spell and if there were another way I would unquestioningly take it.”
“Yeah, I understand. It’s just, I don’t know, I hope I get a cookie afterwards or something.” Cas tilted his head in confusion and Dean attempted to explain. “It’s a joke. When you donate blood or something they usually give you a cookie or orange juice afterwards. I don’t know why, but they do. Something about blood sugar I think.”
“I see.” Cas walked to the kitchenette and opened a cabinet. He pulled out a small plastic cup that Dean didn’t even know they had and approached the hunter. “I will heal you immediately. Blood sugar included. I’m sorry for this.”
“Stop apologizing and just do it, Cas.” Dean held out his arm and Cas pressed the point of the rock up to a vein. When it pierced the skin Dean gasped, but otherwise remained composed. Castiel delicately held Dean’s arm over the cup and caught the spilling blood. Dean hadn’t felt blood leave his body this quickly since the last time he’d been stabbed and, as expected, it hurt like a bitch. He could feel the himself becoming slightly light headed and he hoped it wouldn’t go on for much longer.
When it was almost full Cas ran his fingers over the wound and healed it instantly. Dean turned his arm over and all that was left was a small smudge of blood across his unblemished skin. He realized he never saw the puncture mark during the whole process and it almost felt like nothing had happened. He ran his thumb over where he had felt pain seconds before and cleared the smudge mark away. Sometimes he took Cas’ healing power for granted and when he had a moment to truly think about it he felt blessed to be able to receive it. And maybe ‘blessed’ was an appropriate term for it. He wasn’t really sure.
“Would you like to learn your name in Enochian?”
Dean looked up from his arm and caught Cas’ eyes. The corner of the angel’s mouth twitched and Dean knew he was really excited at the prospect of teaching his language to him. And Dean had to admit, it did sound kind of cool. “Sure.”
Castiel motioned for him to sit down in the center of the circle. When he looked at the symbols around him he realized he was looking at his own name written out in his lover’s language and he smiled at how intimate that felt. Castiel sat down on the outside of the circle just opposite of Dean. He set the cup of blood down on the floor and pointed to one of the markings. “This is where it begins.”
For the next twenty minutes Cas explained each letter and watched as Dean traced it with his own blood. It wasn’t an exact match phonetically, but it was as close as it could possibly be in Enochian. The only Enochian Dean knew until that point was the banishing sigil. He’d only looked at the X-rays of his ribs briefly, but sometimes he wondered exactly what was written on his bones. There were so many letters involved he knew it must have been a pretty complex spell. This, however, was just his name and seemed relatively simple in comparison.
When he traced the last letter he looked up at Castiel. “So, is that it?”
“As far as you are concerned, yes, that’s it. You, this rock, and this symbol are now connected. I have yet to complete the rest of the spell, however.”
Dean took the nearly empty cup and stood up from the floor. He rolled around the remaining drops of blood at the bottom and wondered what the hell he was going to do with the rest of it. As far as he knew this little cabin didn’t have running water so he couldn’t exactly rinse it out. He walked to the kitchen area and set the cup down on the counter.
When he turned around Castiel was right up in his personal space again. He remembered a time when that bothered him, but now he just took it as a sign of trust between the both of them. His instant response was to wrap his arms around Cas and kiss him. Whatever tension was between them evaporated in that moment. For a minute they just enjoyed the lazy kiss, but their embrace began to grow more frantic and they soon found themselves pulling at each other in a desperate need to get to the bed.
Dean figured Cas must have used his mojo somehow because the back of his knees slammed into the mattress way too quickly. The cabin was small, but not that small. Cas gave him a gently push and Dean went tumbling backwards onto the bed. When he landed on the sheets he realized his clothing was already gone. “You know it’s kind of hot when you abuse your power like that?” Castiel smirked and Dean noticed the angel was still fully clothed. “But you need to even it out dude.”
Dean sat up and yanked Castiel towards him by his tie. Cas attempted to climb on top of him, but Dean was having none of that and pushed back. Dean grabbed onto Castiel’s tie with one hand and maneuvered him back onto the bed with the other. The angel had learned enough about Dean at this point to go with it. Cas didn’t mind being in either position, but his lover clearly had a preference. He wouldn’t let it happen all the time because he certainly felt a desire to dominate Dean, but this time it just felt right.
When Dean successfully turned him over he realized Cas’ clothes disappeared at some point mid roll. Except his tie. Dean was still holding on to that damn tie. The sudden skin to skin contact made Dean flush even more than he already was. “Cas you’re driving me crazy.”
“Um,” Cas paused and looked concerned.
“No, in a good way.”
Castiel didn’t entirely understand of concept of being driven mad ‘in a good way,’ but when Dean began to leave kisses across his neck he figured he’d let that particular question drop. When Dean nibbled his neck and tugged on the tie roughly Cas’ began to lose himself to the pleasure. His eyes rolled back into his head and he ran his hands up Dean’s back,
Dean had no idea why Castiel chose the leave the tie on, but he really didn’t mind. In fact, he kind of liked it. He’d discovered so many new turn-ons since he chose to enter a relationship with the angel and he guessed he’d just had to add the tie to that list. He left little bite marks along Cas’ neck just below the silky material and tugged on in again forcing the angel to knock his head back.
By that point the angel was so far lost in the experience he didn’t even register that Dean had grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked up his fingers. When the hunter pushed in his first digit Cas gasped and dug his nails into his back. He wasn’t sure if he drew any blood, so he ran his healing fingers over back to heal any accidental marks. The tingling sensation of Cas’ power only turned Dean on more and he buried his finger deeper inside him in response.
When Dean slipped in a second finger Castiel instinctually put his hand over his mouth, knowing that when he got too lost in pleasure he had a habit of letting his true voice slip. Dean planted a gentle kiss to the back of the angel’s hand. “Cas, don’t worry. Just let go.”
He took his hand off his mouth and cupped Dean’s face. “But I might hurt you.”
Dean laughed, but continued to work his fingers inside Castiel to prepare him. “Yeah, but I thought the point of us going way the hell out in the middle of the woods was so that you could let go a little bit.”
“Yes, but your ears…” Cas gasped out.
“What’s a couple of exploding ear drums between friends?”
“Dean…” Cas tried his best to look Dean seriously in the eyes to make a point, but it was a difficult task when all they wanted to do was roll back into his head.
“What?”
He tried again and managed to hold eye contact with his hunter. “I don’t like intentionally hurting you without a justifiable cause.”
“Then don’t do it intentionally. Just… just let go and let whatever happens happen, ok?”
Castiel reluctantly nodded and let his body be consumed by pleasure again. He still wanted to hold back, but he was willing to let go if it became too much. Dean inserted a third finger and Cas moaned. The first hints of his true voice bled through and he writhed with pleasure beneath his lover. Dean kissed Cas on the forehead, then gently on the lips before removing his fingers and placing himself at the entrance.
When he slid in Cas took in a sharp breath and dug his nails into Dean’s back again. This time he knew there was blood as he felt the moisture against his fingertips. He lightened the pressure on Dean’s back and healed him again. Dean moaned in reaction to the tingling sensation against his back. He planted another kiss on Castiel’s neck before pulling almost all the way out and pushing in again. Cas managed to control himself enough that time to not cause injury, but he chastised himself for losing control in the first place.
Once Cas had adjusted enough Dean began to set a steady rhythm. It was clear by the angel’s expression that he was enjoying himself, but he was still rigid as though he were struggling to maintain composure. Dean could understand that. He’d already been injured twice during this little romp, but he couldn’t fully enjoy himself with a lover who was holding back like that.
“Just let go, Cas,” he whispered into his ear. “It’s ok.”
Cas controlled himself for a few more seconds before reaching up and putting two finger under each of Dean’s ears. At first the hunter was confused by his lover’s action, but when Cas’ eyes rolled back into his head Dean sort of understood what was happening. Castiel let his head fall back and began to unleash his true voice. Only this time Dean’s ears remained intact. Cas was healing the damage as soon as it was caused and Dean could actually hear his true voice in its entirety.
He’d never heard a more beautiful sound in his entire life. Unlike the high pitched hum that he’d heard before, this sound was soothing and comforting. The angel’s voice sounded like a soprano choir singing some incredibly complex classical piece, but it also sounded like bells and birds and everything idyllic you could imagine when you think of the word ‘beautiful’ all at the same time. It was unearthly and hauntingly magnificent. In the distance he heard the sounds of glass shattering, but the angel’s voice demanded all of his focus and he didn’t care about anything else.
Dean couldn’t help himself. He shut his eyes and prayed. “Castiel… Castiel I love you… Cas…”
With one final thrust they both fell over the edge simultaneously. Cas’ voice reached its highest note and Dean moaned into his prayer. As the waves of pleasure crashed over them they held onto each other for dear life, both of them shaking uncontrollably as orgasm rocked through their bodies.
Cas’ hands held the sides of Dean’s face firmly and he pulled him down into a kiss as soon as the trembling began to subside. It was a tender kiss compared to the desperate pace of their love making, but it was exactly what they needed to bring themselves back to reality. Dean broke the kiss and collapsed onto Cas in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs.
“Cas, is that what you really sound like?” Dean let his fingers roam over Castiel’s chest and over the silky material of his tie.
“As far as your ears can perceive, yes.”
“It was... beautiful.”
The angel planted a kiss to his forehead and held him close. He’d never thought Dean would be able to hear him during his lifetime and he overjoyed that he could share his true self with his lover. Castiel assumed that as long as Dean was alive he’d only ever be able to perceive his vessel, but he’d clearly been wrong. He had no idea how much it meant to him until that moment and the joy he felt was indescribable.
As they both came down off the blissful high of orgasm they let exhaustion consume them. They drifted off to sleep together not only tangled in each other’s arms, but entwined within the same dreams.