An Even Newer Testament (3/?)
Title: An Even Newer Testament (part 3)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1700
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Blow Job, Dominance struggle, Possible blasphemy, Masturbation, Prayer-gasm
Summary: Dean and Cas discuss the case and get some much needed alone time.
A/N: This is part of the Faith Universe and it’s helpful, but not necessary to read Have A Little Faith firstI’ve invented a new word. “Prayer-gasm.” Enjoy the fic that inspired the word!
When Dean got back to the B&B he changed into his street clothes and decided he wanted to go for a walk. He dropped by Sam’s room to let him know what he was doing and then escaped the flowery hell hole that was the Garden Bed and Breakfast. He didn’t have a destination in mind, but he had a floral induced headache that needed relief.
The town wasn’t very big. There was one main road that Dean managed to walk in its’ entirely in less than ten minutes. He stood at the edge of the community and looked off towards the miles of mountains and forest that stood in front of him. Somewhere out there was their little cabin and he had to wonder if this was all some sort of weird coincidence. In his experience there was no such thing as a ‘coincidence.’ But what the hell could their love shack have to do with this kid’s precognitive dreams?
Dean’s cell phone began to ring and he knew before looking at the screen that it was Castiel. He glanced at the name to be sure and flipped the phone open. “Hey, I’m right at the edge of town. I think I’m on the north end.” He felt Castiel materialize next to him and they both hung up their phones. “How’s Heaven?” he said looking over at the angel.
Cas met his eyes. “Complicating. Did you learn anything about the boy?”
“Not really. Kid just started having the dreams a couple weeks ago. He had a dream about us last night apparently. Described you pretty damn well. Have you figured anything out on your end?”
Castiel sighed and looked off in the distance. “Nothing definitive.”
“But maybe something?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you mind sharing?”
“Not yet. I want to be sure.”
“You really do hate straight answers, don’t you?” Dean rolled his eyes and looked around. There was nobody on the street, but he still wanted more privacy than a public street corner would allow. He wasn’t afraid of harassment for snuggling up with his very male angel. But he was concerned that it might make any further investigation difficult if the town happened to have some bigoted assholes in the population. “Mind winging us to the cabin?”
To Dean’s surprise Castiel flew them just outside the front door instead of their usual indoor landing spot. The sun was just an hour or so away from setting and sky had begun to take on the pink and purple hues the heralded twilight. He had to admit that their location was impressively beautiful, but when he looked over at Cas he noticed just how depressed the angel looked in contrast to the wonderful environment around them. “Cas?”
The angel looked completely exhausted and Dean reached out and put an arm around him. Castiel smiled at the contact and a wave of relief washed through the both of them. Then something dawned on Dean. “Uh, is your wing above me right now?”
Castiel’s eyes went wide. “How did you know?”
“This was the kid’s dream.”
“He can see my wings?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“That’s highly unusual.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
“Did the dream continue?”
“No, that was it.”
They stood there shoulder to shoulder watching the colors of the sky gradually change. He took Cas by the hand and turned them so they were facing each other. Dean took the angel’s face in his hands and kissed him. Castiel rested his hands on Dean’s hips and pulled him close. When Dean pulled back from the kiss he rested his forehead against Cas’ and ran his hands through his hair. They were both eager to steal any free moment they had to be close to one another. Their lives were far too dangerous to let one slip by.
Dean put his arm around his angel and guided him back towards the cabin. The chill in the air was already beginning to become unbearable for the human. When he pushed open the door he was hit with a wave of warm air. He spotted a space heater with a cord running through a hole in the wall and he glanced back at Cas. The angel smiled at him and shut the door to keep out the bitter cold air.
Dean crossed the room and looked out the window. There was a gas powered generator sitting just a few feet from the cabin. “Did you set all this up?” Castiel nodded. “How’d you know how to set up a generator?”
“I asked Bobby. The equipment is also his.”
“Well I’ll be damned. This place is actually going to be livable over the winter. When did you have time to do all this?”
“I finished right before I called you.”
Dean smiled and crossed the room to stand right in front of Cas. He had no idea what he’d done to deserve such a wonderful creature as a lover, but he was grateful for it. He truly did not feel worthy, but he knew those thoughts just irritated the angel so he pushed them aside. He gently backed Castiel against the wall and kissed him. Dean let his hands roam under the angel’s coats and Cas responded by pulling him close so that their bodies were pressed firmly together.
Suddenly Castiel was pushing Dean backwards and when the angel chose to take charge Dean couldn’t do much but go with it. He was guided back onto the bed and when the angel climbed on top of him Dean frowned. Castiel tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is ‘wrong,’ I just… well…” He tried to reverse their positions, but the angel held his ground. “Work with me here, Cas.”
Castiel gave in and let himself be rolled over onto his back. Dean straddled him and looked down at his angel. He grabbed ahold of the tie and began to pull the knot loose. “Did I ever tell you how sexy this tie is on you?”
“Not verbally. But you’ve thought it.”
“I’m sure I have,” he said as he tossed the strip of cloth aside. He began to unbutton the shirt next. “The whole get-up is as hot as hell actually. Which is weird, because the whole suit and tie combo really isn’t my thing.” He let his hands glide over Castiel’s bare chest and watched as the angel’s eyes rolled back into his head. When his fingers glided over his nipples Cas let out a soft moan and bucked up.
“Dean,” he gasped out as he let his own fingers trace across the hunter’s thighs. He gripped onto Dean tightly and bucked up into him again.
“You are totally going to cheat and mojo our clothes away aren’t you.”
“If you’ll allow it,” he managed to spit out. He opened up his eyes again and caught Dean’s attention. “Please allow it.”
Dean chuckled. “My horny little angel,” he said as he ruffled Cas’ hair. “Yeah, mojo all you want.” Before he could finish his sentence they were both completely naked and Dean’s excitement level shot through the roof. He was already hard to begin with, but the sudden sensation of hot flesh against his own escalated his arousal beyond his control. “Fuck, Cas, you’re beautiful,” he said as he leaned in and kissed him.
Suddenly he was being rolled over again and his hands were pinned on either side of his head against the bed. “Fuck, Cas!” The hungry look in the angel’s eyes made Dean shiver with excitement. He loved it when Cas took control, but not tonight. He didn’t want to bottom and he couldn’t really explain why. Maybe he felt the need to compensate for all the damn flowers back at the B&B. Or maybe he was just ‘in the mood’ for it. He didn’t know and didn’t care. He just knew what he wanted, explanation be damned.
He had no time to complain, though, as Cas began to suck at the pulse point of his neck. Dean became a writhing ball of need and want in the angel’s hands. Dean was about to give up control of the situation when he suddenly realized Cas was moving down his body trailing kisses across his chest and stomach. “Cas?”
“I would like to try something I saw in a film.” Cas paused and met Dean’s eyes.
Dean nodded. He had a pretty good idea where this was going, but he wasn’t sure if the angel knew exactly what he was about to do. But when he felt the first hints of his hot breath on his dick he was more than ready to let him experiment. Castiel took him in his hand first and stroked it gently. This caused Dean to tilt his head back and grip firmly onto the mattress. “Cas!”
Then he felt Castiel lips kiss the tip of his head and slowly begin take him into his mouth. Dean dug his fingers deep into the bed sheets and lost himself in the sensations. It was clearly the angel’s first blow job and he didn’t know exactly what he was supposed to do with his tongue, but it felt wonderful.
Castiel took a risk and ran his tongue slowly run across the underside of Dean’s cock, which elicited a moan from the hunter. The angel took a mental note that this was an action worth repeating. He began to pull back, but before he let Dean go completely free he started to swallow him again and repeated the movement with his tongue.
Dean’s eyes were shut and he muttered the angel’s name. The prayer sent chills through Castiel and he ached to be satisfied. He hesitantly reached down and touched himself, once more experimenting with an unknown. To his surprise it felt pretty fucking good to stroke himself. He’d never given masturbation a thought, but now it just made sense.
As he stroked himself he began to suck on Dean and firmly held his hips down against the mattress with his free hand. Dean was to the point that he wouldn’t be able to control himself and Castiel was practically to that point himself. He could feel the passion coursing through the hunter’s body and knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Dean prayed to Castiel again as he came and the combination of physical and spiritual joy sent the angel over the edge himself.
When they were both completely spent the angel released him and climbed onto the bed beside his hunter. Dean wrapped his arm around Castiel and stroked his fingers gently up and down his back. Castiel rested his head on Dean’s shoulder and let one leg tangle between Dean’s own. Dean planted a kiss on Cas’ forehead and in a matter of minutes they both fell fast asleep tangled in each other’s limbs.